The faerie dust of eye-candy. pt 1
Though modified it was a classic ‘Chippendale-look’. The two large mid-30 men both wore the tuxedo wristlets with black onyx cufflinks. A bow tie of red sat centered on the white collar with its pointed wing tip on either side framing the piece around their neck with no shirt below.
A brushed leather pouch of a thong showed off the muscled butt cheeks in back proud of their workout regimen they each possessed a body ripped with massive muscles from ankles to the expanded barrel chest some 48” wide.
The two in front of them finished checking out with Ms. Wilson. Knowing better than to disrespect her Jason was the first to remove his thong showing off the chastity cage that had kept his 7” member at bay as he served drinks on a tray the whole evening. Part of him felt like an errant boy as she unlocked and removed the cage.
Muscles everywhere his mate Tab was next yet he held his chastity cage in his one hand while his thong was in the other along with a nice sized polished-steel cock ring.
“Good night boys?”
To a stranger it may have sounded like she was saying goodbye yet they both were aware she simply wanted to know how well they did tip-wise. For a certain sum woman could pay to have the black leather thong removed leaving the waiter to go about his evening displaying the indignity that came with a penis locked in a metal cage. For another certain sum their chastity cage could be taken off with the male server required to have a stiff dick held so by the cock-ring round his balls keeping the blood captured in the shaft of the meaty penis.
They would move throughout the tables and chairs and couches with a hard-on protruding out for any and all females to see or touch on the 2nd floor room of the exclusive women patron’s only club called Pixie Dust.
The rules were simple….don’t speak unless spoken to, if a woman wanted to touch your cock she was allowed to and always be prompt about serving the drinks leaving whatever tips one got in a jar behind the bar marked with their names.
“Yes Ms. Wilson it was a very good night Ma’am.’
“Our women are always generous on viewing eye-candy…you both have accepted the idea that being objectified for your bodies not your minds can pay handsomely. Very well …turn and spread.”
A reminder of their lower status it was a common practice just as his friend Jason did Tab turned and spread his as-cheeks to show no bills were stuffed in the crevice. Though rare a newcomer sometimes tried to fold a 100 dollar bill the long way clenching his butt cheeks to hold it thus allowing for it not to be counted with the evening’s take.
He was 6’ 5” yet as with the others he often felt a level of submissiveness at being inspected like a piece of meat by an alpha woman just as he had throughout the night by the patrons. Arriving at the club each would be put in their chastity cage and before they left would have it removed if it hadn’t been already.
The sound of the 3 bells dangling on the d-rings of their collars preceded the t-girls as they gave a wave to Janet Wilson the club’s GM while walking by.
“Hi Tammy…my how pretty you look.”
Every knew Ms. Janet was mostly a lesbian yet she had also been known to take a t-girl or two home at the end of a night when the idea fancied her.
“Thank You Ma’am…we were busy on the 3rd floor tonight.”
“Not surprising….many of our customers enjoying seeing men….wait let’s not use that term… many like seeing males turned into feminine delights….you’ve come a long way since that first night I spotted you at the bus stop with just one piece of luggage and nowhere to go being new in town.”
Tammy’s hand broke at the wrist just above the pair of d-cup breasts hidden behind the pretty floral top.
“Yes Ma’am I’m grateful…I have you to thank for creating my new feminine life.”
Unconsciously her fingers played with the bell on her black velvet choker as her girly mates Amber and Barbie scrounged in close giggling as though they moved as one.
“Simmer down now….You silly girls…Run along with your friends.”
All three having been tamed and trained, broken and transformed into transgirls by Janet it came out in unison from the three.
“Yes Ms. Wilson.”
Home from the evenings work naked as a jay bird inside the front door of their bedroom Jason fell to his knees. Looking up at his lover he saw his manly muscles bulging. He was quick yet he didn’t hurry unzipping Tab’s jeans. There was just something about the building anticipation of sucking his room-mates dick that always excited him.
Thick with lust the cock lurched upward being freed. Jason swiftly grabbed hold of it at the base of the shaft. Widening his mouth he next felt the ball-sac being lowered with Tab having his hand rest on Jason’s head in a show of dominance.
“That’s a good boy…..I know how much you like swirling my balls when I teabag it Jase.”
He was 33 years old yet liked being called boy by the man the same age who loved him. His cheeks pulled in as he sucked as hard as he could. Moving in back Jason let his hands clutch at the smooth skin of Tab’s butt.
The dominant was close and he knew it. Tab slid his fingers in holding his roommate by the hair the free hand starting jacking off pointing his cock straight at the mouth of his submissive roomie.
“Uuuugggg…ohhh fuck ….eeewwww….ahhhhhh…yesss …here it is my boy-toy.”
The first spurt splattered across Jason’s chin. Tab aimed a little higher letting the 2nd and 3rd land on his forehead and cheek. As the hot cum dripped down over his left eye he felt the dick slide back into his mouth.
“Suck me dry…yeaaaa…fuck yea….oh damn that feels good.”
In the kitchen nicely framed the 3 pictures one on top of the other showed what the home looked like back in 1922. Katy Stewart knew if she sold it for the 2nd year in a row she would be awarded real-estate woman of the year and given the new Porsche convertible.
It had only been 4 short years earlier that the woman was a doting housewife under the thumb of her domineering husband James Whitlock
Aware she now possessed a power over males the woman tweaked her nipples as the client was looking the other way. Proud to display them Katy Stewart turned back ready to move in for the kill.
“I have 3 others interested…..two say they’re ready to pay with cash….”
Just as she thought his eyes staring at the luscious pair her milky breasts had captured his consciousness.
“So what’s it to be?…is this painted Lady going to be your new home?”
“I’ll take it…draw up the closing documents.”
A smile on her face she saw the text from Jessica Franklin come in…’we need to meet’.
Moira Montague had always hated how women were objectified and treated like eye-candy. When she discovered her former husband Thomas Smith had spent thousands at a stripper bar Moira was determined he’d change his ways or be divorced.
Reclaiming her maiden name as the dust settled on her divorce wealthy enough to do it she had come up with the idea for a club that catered exclusively to women. Two years in the growing membership base told her she should find a larger location.
Walking out of the courthouse Moira turned to Jessica Wellington her talented lawyer.
“Any progress getting that building for our new location?”
“…no but I know a woman named Katy Stewart….she’s in real estate….one smart broad if I can say that right….she might be able to help.”
“Can we meet with her?”
“I’ll set it up….your schedule open this afternoon?”
Moira nodded her head while she took out a cigarette.
Sitting outside at the Sunshine café scrolling through her I-phones pictures Katy looked at her husband’s image and felt a level of disappointment. What had once been so promising was turning into a stale marriage. With her income rising Thomas was becoming increasingly jealous as his declined. His role as the primary wage earner was put in even more jeopardy when he learned there may be layoffs at his company.
See saw her inbox was crammed with emails. One by one she deleted them before stopping to read the one from the new age bookstore. The title read ‘learn to use the secret power of ancient words to heal your heart and live the life you’ve always wanted in the present moment’. She sent it to the trash-bin before clicking on the email that advertised high-end women shoes at rock bottom prices.
It had been there since college with Jessica yet the minute she met Moira she could also feel a connection. Like many that experience it it was that special bond that exists between women no longer content to sit on the sidelines in life.
Going over the details and brief history of the club called Pixie Dust Moira looked at Katy.
“Have you ever heard of the acronym ‘CFNM’?...it means clothed female naked male.”
“Sounds interesting …do tell.”
Moira summed it up.
“What we do is treat males like so many of them have always treated us…as eye-candy. Classy and upscale my club has a nice comfortable atmosphere to unwind at and gives our members a chance to be with other like-minded women….the male staff are there for our amusement and to an extent our sexual gratification.”
Katy thought about different locations and decided she knew just the place.
“Why don’t you come by my club…you free tonight.”
Katy thought ‘yes because my husband James will be out as usual’. She looked at her friend Jessica first before looking at Moira.
“I am as a matter of fact….I’d love to go for a little while maybe an hour or so…..I have a client meet early in the morning…I must say though being married I’ve been out of the game for some time so to speak.”
“You’re going to like this place Katy…and you’ll see why I want a new location. We’ll start on the 2nd floor and later go to the 3rd.”
A long bar with treated wood was along one side with a sprinkling of a dozen cocktail tables spaced out in the room. The moment Moira and Jessica walked in with her Katy saw why she would enjoy it. Nearly naked but for thongs 3 large muscled men over 6’ quietly moved about carrying trays making sure they were at the ready should anyone of the 20 or so women there need anything.
At 6’5” with his barrel-chested look Jocko was one of the larger men. He immediately spotted the superior woman.
“Good evening Mistress Moira what can I get for you and your guests Ma’am?”
He held still as Moira ran her hand along his butt.
“Take your thong off…let’s have you show off your chastity cage.”
Katy drew in a sharp breath leaning towards Jessica she whispered.
“What’s a chastity cage?”
Obediently stepping out of his thong Jocko stood at attention. Moira reached out and caressed his balls before giving a brief tight squeeze to the pair to act as a reminder he was a mere plaything.
Once more Katy whispered.
“My goodness what girth…that looks like a lovely thick cock….I mean if it wasn’t captured like that….A chastity cage huh…How many women know about these things?...who needs a marriage counselor when you have one of those.”
Moira motioned for her club’s GM Janet Wilson to come over.
“Hi Moira…hello ladies.”
“Hi Janet…would you hand the key to this boy’s cage to my new friend Katy….do you have cock ring?”
Stifling a blush Katy slipped the key in pulling off the chastity cage after she’d unlocked Jocko. She commented while grinning.
“That’s one big swinging dick....at 5" my husband would be embarrassed if not emasculated at seeing it.”
“Tell him to masturbate.”
Katy felt a surge of female dominance. Guessing him to be in his mid-30’s she said it anyway.
“Masturbate for me boy.”
“Yes Mistress….as you wish.”
Her legs crossed at the knees she felt her vagina start to get wet on hearing the title. Sliding the cock ring in place his right hand held firm as Katy saw his arm muscles go hard while he pumped the cock. 5…6…it grew to 7” as he stood silently at attention.
Impressed with its size Katy let her hand glide along the piece. Jocko lurched on feeling the soft touch of the woman’s fingers. Katy eyes let Jocko know he should resume stroking his hefty penis.
She commented to the other women.
“It’s a pity that discharge will go to waste.”
Janet spoke up.
“I have a lovely guest in on holiday from the UK on the 3rd floor…all I need to do is give a quick text and have Samantha sent down…very submissive, very ladylike…quite obedient…British T-girls…they don’t make ‘em any finer than Samantha Satine.”
The woman continued speaking.
“The looks of a 40 year old having presented as a woman and a lady for years some of us have taken to calling her ‘satin-doll’ since she’s arrived two days ago…never taking on airs as though touched with the magic of Faerie dust she actually enjoys being eye-candy….I’d like to suggest Moira we have her meet us in the VIP lounge and continue this …. submissive by nature I’m certain she’d enjoy being penetrated in front of a group of dominant women.”
“Marvelous idea…have one of the servers bring a bottle of champagne…you …boy…stop masturbating…go to the VIP room and wait.”
“Yes Mistress Moira.”
Walking with Katy and Jessica and Moira Janet spoke of what she learned over the years about her online friend Samantha Satine.
“Satin-doll is an inspiration to many a t-girl and t-girl wannabe….though she’s too humble to admit it….I got to know her on tvChix…she has her own page…lots of pretty pictures ….wait till you see her lovely pair of perky breasts…I’m guessing a b-cup.“
“Samantha is a surfer-flirter out of chix-ville like her friend Steph in Blackpool… a lady through and through she can get chatty about how much she likes the cream tea and scones from the Lake District…beautiful hazel green eyes…could be called genderfluid yet surely femme in mind and soul.”
Knowing she was up on the 3rd floor with all the rest of the t-girls Janet carried on.
“The t-girl is totally into the scene…tie, tease or tormented as a victim…BDSM play…leather and lace…PVC with a hint of kink…and of course her silks and satins…Samantha has a thing for the two…she’s as saucy as Marylyn Monroe and as classy as Audrey Hepburn….then again what kind of woman doesn’t admire Holly Golightly from ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’.”
Janet stopped walking and looked at the three.
“Samantha is the kind of woman you’d want to go shopping with any day of the week….that ought to tell you something about the lady…..let’s stop in the loo first.”
Ten minutes later Katy and the three women slid into the satin cloth covered bench seat along the wall in the VIP room.
Her arms stretched out Samantha looked up from the padded leather piece knowing her hands were secured leaving her free to only shake her pretty butt. 4" high heels on the t-girl of a lady had little choice but to look at the four women staring back at her sipping their champagne.
“I see she has her chastity cage on…I didn’t know they made them in pink…she must be a real girly-girl.”
‘Satin doll’ Samantha lifted her head the moment she felt the heat from the cock press against her butt cheek. Having plenty of lube inside her she next felt the lubed dick slid effortlessly inside the t-girl. His wrists thick and hard as tree trunks the man grabbed her by the waistline of her corset trimmed in lace edging.
Moira looked at her GM Janet.
“Do you think she’s a screamer or a moaner?”
“Samantha never mentioned it on her Chix page but taking in 7” of man-meat she just might be both.”
The beefy male grunted out he’d fucked his share of woman and t-girls in his time yet Samantha felt especially nice.
“Ohhh fuck…ugggg…damn that feels good.”
Like many a submissive ‘satin doll’ enjoyed bringing pleasure to a man’s cock wrapped in the latex covering. The fucking continued…6…7 minutes slamming into her pretty butt her lovely boobies slipped out for the corset cups going on full display.
Samantha’s mouth formed the classic ‘O’ she could tell he was ready as his cock pulsated within her.
The owner of the club Moira yelled out her command.
“Give her a back-splash….I always like seeing a kit-kat of a t-girl kitten feel the heat of the cream on her lower back.”
“Yes Mistress Moira.”
Feeling assertive Katy walked in front and squatted down to look at Samantha Satine.
“Be a good gurl…make him come baby….seeing how pretty you look gives me an idea of what I should do to my husband.”
Katy leaned in and kissed Samantha their mouth lip-locked the satin dolled moaned out. Having bedded many a Cd she loved the feeling of wearing lipstick while feeling another’s on her lips.
The boy-toy of a man pulled out. Satine felt as pretty as the mythical Helen of Troy ironically enough the rubber he used was appropriately named ‘Trojan’.
The t-girl felt the cock spasm its warm cream onto her back. He ran the hard prick through the crevice of her bottom cheeks letting 4 more spurts erupt on her back just above her pretty bum.
Moira looked at him.
“Very nice…come in front let’s have ‘Satin Doll’ clean you off.”
As the four alpha women stood nearby Samantha was left slurping the cock cleaning off the remnants of his efforts half-hoping he’d get hard once more.
Moira lifted the small bowl filled with glimmer.
“Here Katy …do the honors…sprinkle a little ‘faerie dust’ on Samantha’s hair…now she knows what happens to fetching pieces of eye-candy at my club.”
Her body made immobile Samantha felt so submissive licking the head of the cock as the woman christened her with the shimmering glimmer lightly floating down on to her hairdo made askew from the fucking.
Katy leaned down to whisper in her ear once more. Her mouth on the cock Samantha’s eyes shifted to look at Katy
“I’m going to have to take a little of this magical pixie-dust glimmer home with me…I know a husband in need of becoming as pretty and womanly as you are.”
The boy-toy of a man spoke up.
“Excuse me please Mistress Moira….this t-girl is so talented I think I’m going to explode again.”
“Very well…you have my permission…give the satin doll your treat.”
The look on her face let the women know Samantha enjoyed feeling the warm cream fill her mouth as she swallowed every bit of it.
End of part one ….
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