Sean looked at the 3 story building Tucker Johnson lived in. His hand touched the bulge near his crotch with him still getting used to wearing his chastity cage. Before the two had left the Tv studio Tucker had tossed him a leather thong. Part of him felt self-conscious putting it on before quickly pulling up his pants.
For the past 3 months Tucker had been grooming Sean. It was right out of the playbook of ‘How to create a slave without really trying’. He could feel a desire to be with Tucker expanding over time.
The man was both intelligent and challenging in his macho habits. It was the way of the alpha let a lesser male feel inferior. Despite Sean having similar characteristics they didn’t measure up to Tuckers. Being told to do certain things to remain friends soon he found himself being subtly controlled by the dominant man.
One afternoon Tucker instructed him to stand in front of his Pc and masturbate for him. Sean couldn’t explain why yet he did it adding to the collateral Tucker was accumulating of him. It was a way of indoctrinating him getting Sean to begin losing control of his critical thinking while creating a new self-image within his mind.
He soon fell into compliance obeying Tucker when the man told him to do something. Brad and the other ‘cubbies’ acted as a support network. Sean would speak with them and feel guilty if he didn’t go along like they had.
A 3 week period had Sean and Tucker not speaking. He experienced a deep sadness that concluded with Sean looking at Tucker as a protector a kind of savior once they resumed the relationship.
The man created within Sean a deeper stronger psychological commitment He would now do things for Tucker without thinking about them despite feeling uncomfortable. At its core it was fear. Sean was afraid he’d lose their relationship yet in the end all though it wasn’t called such by either it developed a stronger bond between 'master and slave'.
The BDSM master had brought him to the point Sean was absent critical thinking and a changed person ready to be remolded. As is often the case the next step required Sean to humble himself before being asked to seduce Tucker. The man knew this too would further deepen the bond.
Inside the slave quarters he met Tuckers ‘cubbies'. Like him every one of which had given their consent and wanted to be there Sean saw some seem to live out of puppy cages.
Brad the highest ranking ‘cubby’ quickly took to the task. As Sean stood naked he listened to Brad while he affixed a leather strap to each upper thigh. Dangling off the pieces were leather restraints that shortly had Sean’s wrists in them.
“Recognize it Sean this is an honor to be allowed to service Master Tucker.”
Tugging the last of the wrists restraints into place Brad watched as Sean's arms and hands were made near immobile. He looked into Sean’s eyes.
“At first it may hurt yet you’ll move past it and come to like it….learn that Master Tucker knows best.”
A chastity cage on he could walk yet not use his hands or arms. It felt odd to be led around by the d-ring hanging off his slave collar. The next thing he knew Brad was bending him over a leather pad. His butt exposed his arms held at his sides Brad secured the chain from his collar to the floor.
Sean did his best to lift his head as the BDSM master spoke to him at waist level. He couldn’t see Tuckers face but he could see the leather pouch that held his cock inside.
The man ran his hand affectionately over Sean’s head as though he was a cherished pet.
“We’ll start with 200 hundred and take it from there.”
Sean wondered what he meant until the first time the paddle hit his bottom. Blow after blow seemed to land on the same spot.
“owe, owe owe.”
After each hit Sean cried out until it felt like he couldn't yell anymore. Then something odd occurred. It got to the point he welcomed being spanked.
The pain had turned to pleasure it was the gift every BDSM master gives to his slave. Hot as a stove on high heat his butt cheeks would clench as they welcomed each blow of the paddle.
The after-care session had Sean cooling down being comforted by Brad and another he learned was named ‘cubby-Hector’. Showering together early the next morning Sean was led to the over-sized bed that had Tucker sleeping in it.
The time for his seduction was at hand. Sean started at his feet sucking the toes he looked up to see Master Tucker staring at him. The man knew by the time the bedroom session had ended he’d have another cubby in his fold.
As Sean slid up making his way leaving body kisses along the muscled frame he lifted to kiss Tucker.
“Would you like me to remove your ‘Rose of Thorns’ chastity cage?”
“Only if you think it best Master Tucker.”
It was the correct response. Sean welcomed the man’s caresses as he jostled his balls stirring life into them. The new cub proudly displayed his hard-on as the two cross swords.
Tucker lifted up and let his body lay on top of Sean’s. The next thing he knew the man was sliding down lifting Sean’s legs in the air. He guessed this was where Tucker would mount him but was wrong. Tucker licked at his rosebud entrance rimming the darkish brown colored circle with his tongue and mouth.
Sean had never felt harder. Suddenly Tucker lifted his body up slathering the piece with lube Sean watched as Tucker took him inside his bottom. Sean’s legs pointed straight as he lay on the bed the master rode his cock for all it was worth.
An element of male roughness to the act Sean felt odd being used. It the past he had always had the typical male view…The one doing the penetration was the dominant.
Yet this was different it was as though by being drained Sean would be the one offering the gift of his seed to a master he sought to obey. Hands on his hips the muscled-up male looked at Sean as he rode his cock. Bouncing forcefully up and down his hard dick would slap at Sean’s stomach on every drop lower.
At one point as it neared its conclusion Tucker silently slapped Sean’s face a single time as though to say ‘give me everything you got cubbie’. With words gone unspoken Sean spewed out his hot cream spurt after spurt.
Tucker turned his body around further cementing the new relationship Sean licked at the rosebud entrance sucking out what he had just deposited while Tucker masturbated his own cock. As the master felt the last of the come having been pulled back out he slid to the side and splattered Sean’s face with his cream.
In the past whenever Sean had done the same to women he always felt so powerful. Now he knew how they felt having it done to him was both exhilarating and humiliating.
As a demonstration of his commitment his new wallpaper on his I-phone had Sean and Tucker together. The BDSM master wore a leather vest and pants while Sean only had on his leather thong as the two stood arm in arm.
Lying in bed early in the morning Sally read the email from Evelyn as her husband slept. The numbers were in the new Ad campaign had seen sales skyrocket for the ‘Rose of Thorns’ chastity cage.
The demographics driving it had both members of the gay community and women seemingly taking control of their marriages and relationships moving the numbers.
Sally nestled closer to her husband the softness his skin had taken on the past months felt nice to be near. Phil had been using ‘Eflora‘ crème on his face to reduce hair growth yet Sally wanted him to have laser hair removal treatments knowing eradicating the hair follicles was really the best way to go.
What pleased her the most was seeing the latest growth spurt of his boobies. He’d always had nice sized areolas and nipples for a man yet now on hormones they were turning more feminine looking as they expanded.
Looking at him as he slept Sally went over the changes she wanted to see in the coming months…double pierced ears…laser treatments…regular manicures and pedicures…a bikini wax leaving behind a single feminine looking line on his mound…. A new more girlish hair style.
She knew there was much more that could be added to the list. What she did enjoy was seeing how docile her husband was becoming.
Doing all the housework the past many months he was discovering what many women had always known…that housework addles the brain. Acting so spaced out at work some days his mind often seemed like it was fried and had lost the ability to contribute cogent comments.
She pondered his entrée into the world of feminine intimate wear beyond just the panties. A man may look like a man wearing suits and ties yet if under his clothing was women’s lingerie he wouldn’t feel like a man….especially if he was on female hormones.
Sally considered it may be a nice way to transition him with Phil to have a foot in both worlds. Dressed on the outside like a man yet underneath all woman in lingerie. Over time she could gradually add more feminine looking clothing till all that remained was a male being led to the Lady pond out as full-time t-girl.
‘The Poetry of Femininity’…being an Ad exec she thought it was a catchy name for women’s intimate wear. She thought about what kind of advertising campaign she could think up for it.
As Phil turned his lengthening hair spilled over the pillow. The cover dipping lower his twin nipples came into view held erect against the sheer nightie. It was there the unmistakable development of feminine breasts. They gently swayed as he turned towards her a little bit more.
Sally slipped her hand under his nightie it was the perfect angle. Having her own breasts that were full and well-rounded crowned with womanly nipples she knew what to do.
Her hand scooped at the single breast letting it lightly move back and forth. Eyes closed Phil let out a gentle moan as her fingers danced along the nipple. She softly moved her fingers back and forth over the nub happy to see it respond like hers did. The way the pair pouted out as it lifted up looked so sexy.
Lifting the nightie Sally slid her mouth onto the nipple. Tugging and pulling like a lesbian lover does Sally saw Phil looking at her. Seeing the sparse morning beard growth only furthered her resolve to have the hair follicles eradicated completely.
“Mornin’ baby this sexy looking nipple of yours was too good to pass up.”
The lace trim of the nightie bunching up near his neckline gave him a cuter appearance. He looked like one of those thin English models from the 60’s that covered their mammary shortcomings by drenching themselves in lace and tulle ruffles.
“Please don’t stop Ms. Sally…that feels sooo nice.”
He hesitated before saying it. It wasn’t what a man said about his body. It was only something a woman or girl or better still a budding t-girl says when wishing to be one.
“…Don’t they look pretty?”
“Yes they do honey…lets do what I used to with Anna my old college roomie...we’ll
rub them against each other.’
Phil’s body had gotten so thin he welcomed Sally sliding on top. Different than in the past when he would prepare to mount her it now just felt right that he should be on the bottom.
Nightie off Sally let her luscious breasts sway back and forth hoping to create a deeper desire within her husband to have the same. As only a woman can do she arched her back and lowered her breasts to meet his smaller pair. Easily controlling hers together the two mashed their nipples and areolas and breasts against the others.
“Did you like sleeping in your lace thong?”
“Uh umm…it feels nice.”
“You want to wear a pair of panties today right?”
“Yes… uh huh.”
“I told you…once in a lacy thong you never go back….sweetie these boobies of yours….they’ll need the protection only a camisole can provide…that is a ‘cami’ or perhaps a bra…hmmm a bra…yes well….we can talk about that later for now a camisole will keep them feeling soft.”
Sally let him feel her breasts touching his body once more.
“Baby spread for me…you know Evelyn is sending over some things from the ‘Poetry of Femininity’ collection…ohhh feminine lingerie is so delightful….you think nighties feel nice wait until you feel sheer stockings and garter tabs…or even a pretty corset pulling in at your waistline…wouldn’t it be fun to see if you can wear lingerie at work without others but me knowing.”
Using her knees she spread his legs.
“We’ll do what my friend Anna and I did.’
Sally flipped around on her hand and knees she lowered her panties towards his face. His penis held captive in the chastity cage and thong her mouth dipped down and licked at the slit of the crack of his butt.
Phil pulled her panties to the side to stare at the lovely vagina. Seconds later his tongue darted out licking at the beauty of her labia and slit. Lifting his legs he spread them out giving her better access.
In all their years of marriage he had never felt her tongue on his rosebud. Pulling the strip of her husband’s thong to the side she let her tongue slither inside. Wiggling his butt especially with his cock locked and out of play it felt like he had a pussy between his legs.
Out of nowhere there was a buzzing as Sally slid a lubed-up vibrator inside him. Licking her vagina… being masturbated like a woman…the imitation phallus vibrating…it was all too much. His hips started convulsing sliding back and forth.
Close enough to see it Sally looked on as his penis gently spurted out cream every few seconds. Screeching like a girl Phil felt himself wetting the thong with his warm come. Sally’s words from the night before were echoing in his mind…’ ohhh baby you got your panties wet …do you know how feminine that is?”
Just then Sally lifted up mashing her own pussy on his face. It left him little choice but to lick and suck at her juices while hoping to keep breathing through his nose. A bit of a screamer herself Sally cried out ‘Oh yesss just like that….ohhh fuck I’m so close…don’t stop…yesss right there baby.”
In the aftermath Sally brought it up while they cuddled
“Baby remember when you started on the smoothies…you weren’t paying all that much attention as we discussed estrogenic affects….well it's time you saw an endocrinologist to check for blood work and other things that come with transitioning.”
The cat was out of the bag as Phil replied.
“You mean these feelings I’ve been having…and how my body is looking these days….there’s a good reason.”
“Estrogen honey….it’s only going to get stronger…let's put it behind us for now…like I said we’ll see a doctor I know just where to go.”
Sally nuzzled his neck with kisses before speaking.
“Your little tongue felt so good …it reminded me of my days at university…you know….I think I heard the delivery driver drop something off.”
The two looked at the large box while sitting in the kitchen. Giving a tug to the satin kimono robe Sally put him in he watched as she pulled the gift box out.
Setting it on the counter seeing that it was written in script out loud he read ‘The Poetry of Femininity’.
In the bedroom fresh from the shower the two took together 45 minutes later her husband held still as Sally adjusted the last of the garter tabs to the corset.
“Sweetie so smell so fresh…that lavender body-wash and lotion suits you well.”
The boy-short panties held his chastity cage in check. Turning his head from the floor mirror he couldn’t help but think the cups of the corset made it seem his breasts were larger than they really were. Once more he softly read the name on top of the gift box.
“The Poetry of Femininity…poetry…that reminds me of Emily Dickinson…I like Emily…”
He was about to add ‘…I read her in college’.
It never got out Sally jumped on it.
“I like Emily too…say my name is Emily.’
Maybe it was the estrogen yet it was too much to resist….the chance to have a feminine name like Emily was too good to pass up.
It would turn out to be a watershed moment in their marriage. Would he respond and obey like he’d been told to?
His cheeks pulled up a blush as he looked at the woman that had been taking over his life.
“My name is Emily.”
He felt a band of estrogen rush throughout his body.
Sitting on the bed her face at crotch level as she adjusted the last of the corset’s garter tabs Sally watched as his penis lurched. He had made the connection to sexual arousal and his developing femininity.
The woman knew the time was at hand to increase his feminization. Sally could be so bossy sometimes. Slipping his feet into the 3” pumps after running her hand along the stockings she looked at her husband.
“Again…tell me your name young lady.”
His hands fluttered like a ballerina.
“My name is Emily…”
As gentle as any woman he bent and kissed her cheek.
“….and I belong to my Domina….Ms. Sally.”
Like so many women Sally treated her face as an artist would a palette. Standing back brushes and wands laid out on the vanity table she picked up the one and rotated it in small circles along his cheek-line finishing the last of ‘Emily’s look.
It had taken a good hour yet her Emily looked as pretty as any housewife who would never have herself appear any different. Sally slipped her arm around the thin tapered waistline of her husband as the two looked into the mirror.
“Oh Sally my face….my hair…my beautiful dress and heels….it all looks so pretty…..I think I like it.”
“It does because you are….let’s not forget about your intimate wear…you’re wearing what every woman does…let’s call it what you are becoming…..a lovely t-girl…it is the gift of the poetry of femininity.”
End of part 3 ...