Her sculpted thighs spread wide Janet motioned for Bobbie to sit between them on the bed. Dressed in just her matching bra and pantie set the young male felt a pang of potent envy seeing how pretty they looked on the beautiful woman 15 years older than him.
“Tell me when was the last time you spurted out baby.”
After the Friday he’d met her she had ceased using his real name instead chose girly sounding pet-names when addressing him. By the start of the following Tuesday morning he had moved into her lovely home in the country.
Five months having past yet at the time he hadn’t realized how much easier it would be for Janet to dominate him into submission being alone with her when not working at club ‘Pixie’.
Janet held her hands out guiding him into position as she spun him half around. The jeweled anal-plug in place he lowered to sit. The woman had him by 40 pounds as the solid muscles on her her arms engulfed Bobbie. She was glad she had him grow his hair out giving it a new look with a part down the middle.
“I think it’s been near five months Ms. Janet…I mean except for the first night at the club with Master Zack and then later the week I started. One of your members had me remove my cage and put on my cock ring. She started tickling my balls and the next thing I knew I began creaming while she and her friends chuckled at me."
“Honey let’s not call it a cock…I mean I never knew how small you are there. Don’t take this the wrong way yours is cute locked away in its little cage but Zack and Trevor and Jocko and a few of the others….now they have manly sized cocks….you saw how big their chastity cages are.”
Bobbie knew she was right the longer he worked with them the more it seemed like they were real men and he wasn’t.
“I told you that you’d enjoy working part time at the club when the boys need a fill in….so much better than being a bagger at the grocery store….and it’s nice having you at my home every day with me…cooking and cleaning the house…helping me dress and prepare for my day you’ve gotten to learn new things and not have to worry about money haven’t you darling?”
”Yes Ms. Janet…you know Ma’am….I like taking those ‘special’ vitamins you give me. I feel kind of gentle going about my house chores the rest of the day….and I never knew how much I’d enjoy not having any hair on my body.”
“Well you mean all except for that cute little patch on your mound above your chastity cage and this gorgeous hair on your head.”
Her fingers effortlessly glided through the growing locks.
“See how nice it feels now that I have you put a 100 brushstrokes through it before bedtime..”
“Yes Ms. Janet it feels so smooth and soft.”
Smiling Bobbie ran his fingers through it just like the dominant woman had.
“….I like seeing you this way sweetie. It’s one reason why I insist you remain naked around here …besides we don’t get many visitors out this way. I enjoy the peace and quiet.”
Skilled in emasculating a male she knew the longer kept naked the more docile and obedient Bobby would become.
Janet let her hands gently caress his soft skin as the two looked into the floor mirror nearby. At first a hesitant giggle Bobbie next let out a soft coo on feeling her touch. Pointing her index finger the woman ran it along the little puff of hair on his mound.
“I need to ask you something baby…I’ve seen the way you look at me when you’re helping me do my makeup and fix my hair. How quiet you get when you slip my bra and panties on me and lay out my outfits for the day like you’re told to….”
Her hand softly roamed down his smooth-shaven legs letting her manicured nails drag along his skin as they moved back up. Janet could feel his body give off a quiver.
“You like putting my stockings on me too…Have you ever wondered what you’d look like with some pretty colors on your face?...hmmmm darling…to feel the gentle subtle weight of makeup and foundation …and these eyes…”
Her face next to Bobbies she gently rubbed cheek to cheek as they stared at themselves.
“You have such long lashes yet we could make them even longer….darkening them with tons of mascara…put a pretty rouge to your cheeks…Hmmm sweetie have you wondered about it like I have?”
It was stirring within him…that place that enjoyed being dominated by a powerful woman. Bobbie could feel himself giving in to the craving…what it would be like to be made pretty by female dominant.
It was a ‘blow in my ear and I’ll follow you anywhere’ moment. One could argue women are superior because among other things they have the ability to raise the body temperature of a male pressing their bodies against theirs and can also at the same time take away his breath with a simple long kiss.
Janet let him feel the soft fabric of her bra and she pressed it against his back. As his body temp rose her hand tilted his head at the base of his neck. Staring eye ball to eye ball Janet spoke never doubting she would win the stare down.
“Darling did you know submissive girls like to close their eyes when they are being kissed?…it’s a sign of acknowledgement to a superior.”
His heart beating fast Bobbie gently turned his head letting the hair fall along the side. Long enough to do it the ends almost touched his shoulder. He could feel himself giving in to her penetrating glare.
He felt so weak she seemed so strong. His mind was a jumble he knew he did want to have the face of a painted Lady. How pretty it would look to be pampered by a woman who knew what to do with brushes and powders.
Pursing his lips he next pouted them as his eyes magically closed. Janet flexed her bicep wanting him to feel her strength on his skin. The woman’s lips landed softly on his as he felt her hand softly caress the looseness of his ‘boi-boobie’. Over and over the kiss continued as she sucked the air out from his lungs.
Lips together a soft moan came from him as he felt his nipple tingle and crinkle at being touched and toyed with. The female hormones were at play Bobbie felt an estrogen rush making him seem even more docile under Janet’s protection and care.
Like a brand new little puppy being played with a slight pant to his breath he could feel the light glaze of lipstick being left on his lips as she pulled away. A penetrating look in her eye Janet easily lifted his chin with one finger. He felt so dominated, so willing, so submissive so docile.
“I’ll never force you darling…no if someone wants to enter the special world of a gurl…that place where femininity blossoms like a flower in a garden…she must ask to be taken there…she must request to be guided to experience the femininity that she ‘knows’ exists within her.’
Not letting him answer once more Janet slid her mouth close to kiss him deeply. Her hand roamed down his thin waist settling near his cute bottom. He had been thin when they met yet with the female hormones and the vitamins of a healthy diet had him now down to a girlish 115 pounds.
Janet pulled away letting her cheek once more slide along his face for her to whisper. She blew in his ear again only to feel his body quiver like before.
“I never told you this but I think you have a pretty butt….it would look so gorgeous in lace panties.”
Janet stared at him.
“Hmmm have you something to ask your Domina? Go ahead tell me what your heart knows you want…let me hear you use ‘Domina Janet’ when you do address me.”
The power of femininity…he felt it overtaking him. Bobbie lifted his arms as if to show off the hairless underarms letting his hands playfully move his hair about.
“Domina Janet could I feel it…I mean would you take me…is it possible…if you think it would be ok…please lead me into the girl world you just spoke of….please teach me how to do my makeup…make me feel like a pretty girl.”
Janet smiled the smile of an emasculating female warrior…one who enjoys taking away a male’s masculinity leaving him forever more to live a feminine life. Like a little girl watching her ’Mommy’ get ready for a night out Bobbie held still as Janet lifted the makeup bag at her side.
Highly skilled in the art step by step the woman turned his face into that of a budding trap of a t-girl pulling him in deeper by her words as she did it.
“Of course looking pretty is more than just makeup….you’ll need your own in intimate wear…yes I’m afraid that means bras and panties…what’s a girl without the joy of feeling her lingerie.”
She rotated the brush along his cheek-line letting it add definition to the colorful blush, the skin highlighter and subtle shading of concealer.
“Darling you know I never do things half way…being beautiful…”
She kissed his cheek letting him see her do it as he remained looking straight ahead.
“…and you are beautiful….yes it is also a mixture part ‘sassy’…part an attitude…I like to call it sassitude…something every girl lets others see….except in your case for her domina…being with her Mistress her days are filled with respect and obedience for the woman….yes as I said we’ll never do things half baked…you’ll need to be put on hormones…”
She pulled his chin so Bobbie could look at her.
“You do want your own boobies right?”
There was no chance he would say ‘no’.
“Yes Domina Janet…I’d love boobies…pretty breast like yours …I mean if you think I could…you know…have the kind of breasts that make others stare.”
This time it was Janet that tilted her head.
“I know just what you mean sweetie lovely long hair to go with… the kind of breasts that fill out a bra cup nicely…yes from now on you’ll learn that you’ll be in a bra and panties every day…lovely knickers and lace trimmed bras….basques and corsets…slips and camisoles filling your drawers.…along with the other things that make up the world of a pretty gurl….ribbons and bows …frills and lace…silks and satins…perfume and high heels.”
Janet finished by having Bobbie slide on his own glimmering lipstick of a deep plum color.
“Let’s have a look at my little ‘Bambi’ of a young Lady….yes and these pretty things with their areolas and nipples will grow larger before your eyes just like a big girl….”
Janet looked down to see the pre-cum wet spot slip out from his chastity cage onto her bed’s comforter.
“Has some pretty thing gotten herself damp?...such a feminine trait when aroused.”
He shook his head ‘yes’ enjoying the feeling of his hair moving as it framed his made-up face.
“Here honey I know just what a girl like my Bambi needs right now.”
Strong like a bull-dyke Janet lifted him up effortlessly as she closed her legs at the knees. One hand undid her bra from behind as she pulled him close to feel the softness of her breasts while his legs dangled on the outside off of her hips. His penis held benign locked away Bambi felt girlish with his legs spread.
“Close your eyes…pretend you have just felt a cock enter your little t-girl pussy Bambi.”
Janet slipped her hand under his butt and pushed the jeweled tip of his anal plug.
“I like the name Bambi Ma’am….Ohhh Ms. Janet…the sensations…I can feel them moving inside me.”
Janet spoke softly.
“Panties and a bra every day…and I’ll want you with polished nails too…just like you’ve learned how to do mine.”
As the woman’s hands guided him up and down on her lifted mound he suddenly felt the vibrations of the butt plug come alive. He seemed like a he was light as a girlish feather as he bounced on her hips made easy from her gripping his waist.
“That’s it baby…feel it …dream it… a nice thick man-sized cock inside you…think about how pretty it will feel to have lovely breasts moving about…up on down bouncing as you get fucked…play with your nipples honey…yes one day soon…. I’ll introduce you to my collection of strap-on dildos…that’s it Bambi honey ride that cock…”
“Oh Domina….Ewwww, eeewwww….it feels nice…ohhhhh,…ohhhhh…I feel so pretty.”
“I’ve told you …you are pretty….even more you’re beautiful….a lovely Bambi of a girl…ride to your climax darling….”
Caught up in the moment he screeched out the cuss words.
“Ewww damn…eewwww….eeewwww… oh fuck oh fuck….yes….eeewwww, eeewwww….oh fuck me domina…yesssssss…eeewwww this cock feels so nice….oh fuck.”
It hadn’t even gotten hard yet his penis spewed out its cream as Bambi climaxed collapsing back into her arms.
Teetering in heels 20 minutes later Bambi found himself in the corner. Hands cuffed behind him a bar of soap in his mouth he held still while listening.
“Young Lady…cuss words are for others….maybe men and alpha women yes…not you though….I want my Bambi to always remember this if she is to become a nice proper young Lady…don’t drop this soap or you’ll discover what it feels like to be thrashed with my paddle for an over the knee spanking just like any other naughty girl would get….is that clear little one?”
Eyes wide he nodded his head hoping to hold onto the soap with his moist lips.
The crowd of women filled the hall in the top floor at the new location for club Pixie. As Katy and Anne Stewart made their way to their table they saw two women they didn’t know sitting there.
Making the introduction Katy thought she recognized the name Susan O’Leary when she heard it.
“I must say your name sounds familiar Susan.”
“Oh I was married to that obnoxious talking head on the conservative cable Tv network…we’ve been divorced for a few years now…I just couldn’t take any more of being with him once I learned he was fired for sexual harassment.’
“He was that bad huh?”
“Enough to turn me full on lesbian….that ought to give you an idea…say hello to my lover Isabelle…it’s our first time here.”
A festive mood in the air Trevor, Tab, Zach, Jocko and Jason and the other male servers walked around the room carrying trays filled with flutes of champagne. As Zach stopped at their table Katy spoke leaning over on hearing Susan comment ‘looks like he has a large package’.
“Sure does… they come right off….would you like to see it made angry?”
Katy motioned for Zach to remove his leather thong.
‘Stay here for our amusement…Get hard and slip your cock ring on.”
Smiling as she said it Isabelle looked at her lover Susan.
“It must be ten years since I last touched a dick.”
Zach his 7” cock hard as a rock held still standing in place.
Just then the lights dimmed. Back stage the collection of t-girls assembled in a straight line as a round piece of paper with a number was affixed to their two-piece bathing suits.
Janet Wilson the club’s Gm ran the roll on foundation stick between Lenny’s twin breasts.
“This helps to create the illusion of cleavage with breast forms Laura…you’ll do well to remember it until yours grow in.”
“Yes Ms. Janet…ohhh I feel soooo pretty tonight Ma’am….I just love my new blond hair.”
“Laura honey you’ll feel pretty because you are pretty…now be a good gurl and remain silent so I can check the others.”
A quick look he splayed his fingers out to see the colorful red polish on his long nice looking tapered nails. Tammy the head t-girl with the most seniority spun around.
“Just follow me and do what I do Laura.”
“Yes Tammy…I’m so nervous I’ve never been put on display with a room full of women before....I mean as a t-girl.”
Her number in place Tara slipped in behind Bambi and Amber before making room for Barbie to slide in front of her. The backstage lights flickered seconds before they were all led out moving along the footlights.
The announcer spoke into the ‘mic’.
“Good evening ladies…here for your enjoyment our latest pieces of eye-candy…lovely males all turned t-girls.”
Strutting and primping the leader of the pack Tammy spun the feathered boa around her neck letting its tail land between her c-cups. Laura followed behind her, it had been so long since he heard it last he near forgot his old name had once been Lenny O’Leary.
Susan beamed out a smile at the table with Isabelle, Anne and Katy and the owner Moira Montague.
“I could swear that t-girl looks like my old husband.”
Moira grinned before speaking
“I thought I’d surprise you Susan…it is…his days of gay-bashing lesbians, t-girls and homosexuals are behind him…or her I should say.”
“He looks so lovely Moira.”
“Not an aggressive bone in her body anymore….right it off to the power of estrogen.”
Isabelle leaned over and whispered to Susan. Curious enough to wonder Moira asked what they were talking about.
“Oh it’s nothing…Isabelle was just thinking we could use a full-time maid at home that’s all.”
"She answers to the name Laura now…vey compliant…very obedient these days….hasn’t met a cock yet she doesn’t like either.”
Coming off stage to walk around the room Laura suddenly got a good look at the table. Moira’s hand lifting up to stop her Laura held her pose in front of the women. Hand on her cocked hip she gave off a wiggle to her breast forms preening hoping for the women's look of approval.
“Why Lenny I had no idea…I’m sorry I mean Laura.”
It had been 3 months since the gala opening night at club Pixie Laura fluffed out the petticoats underneath her French maid’s uniform. Skilled at carrying a tray a quick check of her lipstick she lifted the sterling silver service tray up ready to make her way to present to her Domina Susan and her lover Isabelle.