Showering up it hadn’t been there before yet Lenny now felt like ‘one of the guys’. For decades he had spurned gays and realized in the after-moment it had been just folly.
Lenny and Jason playfully washed the two masters as Zach and Tab spoke to each other.
“He still needs his pubes trimmed Zach.”
“Yea…let’s have your Jason do it…then its cage time Tab.”
Zach spun Lenny around letting his arms hold him looped in and out.
“Jason get the comb and shaving crème and razor…give him a ‘V’…nice and trim now.”
“Yes sir Master Zack.”
At 33 years old Jason loved everything there was about being a gay man even though he was a muscle-bound beta-boi.
His neck in a full-nelson head forced to look down Lenny watched as his pubic hair was trimmed into a feminine ‘V’. A smile on his face Tab slid the ball-sac through the metal opening of the polished steel. A tug made sure both balls were in place as he slid the 3 metal-ringed chastity cage in place.
Having dried up fresh cologne sprayed on as the group combed their hair in front of the wall mirror Lenny held still knowing they were going to pierce his ears.
“Say Zack…I forget…for gay guys…is it right is wrong and left is right or left is wrong and right is high and east is west and north is south… tea for two and me for you….and one for all and all for one.”
The two alpha masters laughed out with Zach finishing.
“Hey it’s almost 8 we’re due on the floor…Just do both with gold studs.”
Wearing a white leather thong to the other three’s black ones carrying his tray Lenny walked around the room near filled with women. Condescending in his treatment of females for as long as he could remember he now realized he was what he once belittled and made fun of…an objectified being looked on as mere eye-candy.
“Hey boy…get us 3 shots of Jackie Daniels.”
At 45 it felt odd being called boy by a woman.
“Wait…before you go fetch...show us your chastity cage.”
The tray held under his arm he lowered his white thong to his knees.
All three women laughed out.
“Look Susan…how cute… he has a ‘femme-V’…why you have more hair on your mound than he does…”
The woman looked at him.
“Take your thong off and leave it off ….now go get us our drinks boy.”
Never remembered having one he felt a blush rising to his face as Lenny headed to go get the drinks. He couldn’t put his finger on it yet something inside him liked the idea of being told what to do by a woman.
Anne Stewart looked to see she had a text from her daughter Katy. The woman had remembered what the two had said before she left on her business trip…’if there is a growth opportunity you have carte blanche’.
‘Brilliant idea getting my t-girl Tara a job at the beauty salon mother…I knew he’d be in good hands with you’.
Anne wrote back.
‘I thought you’d like that…the inner-sanctum of femininity it's such a womanly environment Tara can’t help but learn things that will be of benefit as things progress’.
‘Yes…besides that the more he learns it also will be like I have my own hand-maiden helping me get ready in the mornings…have you thought about the bra fitting I mentioned earlier?’.
‘I know just where to take him…leave it to me. For a son-in-law that was once so cocky and full of himself it will be a pleasure to watch him being put in a bra’.
So pretty the crinoline peeked out from underneath the billowing skirt of the red dress with polka-dots. Tightly pulled in at the thin waist the 4” wide white leather belt picked up the tiny white dots with the 3” pumps doing the same with the radiant red of the base color of the frock.
Giving a twirl letting the 3 layers of petticoats swirl as he moved in the flats Tara looked at his mother-in-law. A quick fluff to the shoulder length bleached blond hair style he smiled pleased he had done all his own makeup.
“Now when you’re answering the phones at the shop today speak slowly and clearly. Jasmine was kind enough to give you a job you want to make sure you do it correctly…after all she is the owner and being a receptionist is important. Often it is the first time new customers are exposed to what kind of employees a beauty salon has.”
“Yes Ma’am….oh my new camisole feels so smooth and soft underneath my dress. I can feel the way it caresses my boobies…I guess I just have to get used to having my nipples firm up and show sometimes.”
Anne stepped in behind as the two looked into the mirror by the door.
“So nice to see that you’ve finally let go of that silly notion that you are a man…lift your petticoats let me see your matching panties.”
Biting her lower lip playfully Tara did her best to wrangle in the unruly pettis.
“Would a real man be put in chastity?...no of course not…would he be wearing panties and a cami with pretty flats…again the answer is no.”
Anne kissed her son-in-law's cheek.
"….and just think your breasts are blossoming...they seem ready for a growth spurt.”
Tara tilted his head looking cute as he did so.
“I like becoming a woman Ma’am….it’s as though there has been a whole new world out there just waiting for me to enter.”
His tears starting to surface his lips glimmering in red lippy he leaned in and pecked a kiss to the cheek of his mother-in-law.
"Oh Ma’am I was so mean to you before…so inconsiderate…I’m truly sorry....I apologize….being who I am now I have a much better perspective…how can I ever make it up to you Ms. Anne?”
“There, there honey we’ll put it behind us you’re on your new path…you can make amends by becoming a good wife for Katy…don’t cry you’ll ruin your mascara.”
The woman wrapped her arms around her son-in-law thinking about Katy’s comment that she still loved her spouse yet now enjoyed sex with her dominating her husband treating him like the wife he was becoming.
Truth was it had been sometime since Anne had satisfying sex herself. The idea had percolated in her brain enough she brought it up with her daughter Katy in the last of the texting when asked ‘is life with father satisfying?’.
Her mother texted back.
‘He’s been as immature as ever. Too much time at the pub has given him…how can I put it?…as the Brits call it…a brewers droop. It’s gotten so big I don’t think he can see his toes much less his little pecker. …as for satisfying…Honey, when you’ve had to put up with pussy grabbing arse squeezing and tit fondling you tend to hide your own interest in sex. It’s why I’ve become a new member at a ‘woman’s' only club called Pixie. I’ll take you there when you return’.
Katy aware her own sex life had laid dormant until she took control of James her husband wrote back ‘is there anything I could do to help?’.
Warming to the idea of the new re-incarnation of James being turned trans Anne’s words were right to the point.
‘Any chance we could share?'.
Compassion filling her senses somewhat stunned Katy like most off-spring never thought of her mother as a sexual person.
There was part of her that liked the idea of a threesome. It would certainly drive Tara deeper into submission at the same time satisfying her mother’s carnal desires while giving Katy the opportunity. She’d be able to show first hand to her mother that she had raised a daughter that was a superior woman lording over her spouse both in and out of the bedroom.
‘We’ll sort it out when I return’.
‘I brought a stack of Viagra for Tara from home in case you need them. They’re wasted on your father… One other thing being at club Pixie I’ve met a lot of interesting women you’d like…are you familiar with the term ‘strap-on’?.’
The last text had gone unanswered.
Tara felt comforted being in the embrace of his mother-in-law as they looked into the mirror.
“Let’s plan on having a little fun shopping after your shift is done. Katy and I have agreed we think it’s best you were brought in for a bra fitting.”
The woman let her hands glide along the outline of Tara’s developing bosom letting it act as a reminder.
“It’s time you had your own collection of bras and matching knickers and suspender belts as they say in the UK….you also are in need of an introduction to milking.’
Tara assuming it had something to do with his nipples being erect so often nodded his head. The words came out as an acknowledgement he was under Anne’s influence now as well.
Hearing it the woman felt a stirring in her loins she hadn’t sensed in years.
End of part 4