It seemed like the 6 months past so quickly coming up on a year under the influence of estrogen and his Domina the former male was pleased with the look from the breast augmentation procedure.
His woman decided it best he take a 3 month leave of absence from the firm as ‘Emily’ adjusted to life as a t-girl.
Sally listened on the phone as the hairstylist went over her thoughts.
“I have Emily under curlers being heated right now…she looks pretty as a platinum blond…I’ll brush out the layers and finish with a couple of quick snips with my scissors.’
“Very good Cody…have her nail extensions colored in a Kobalt-blue…I need her back at the office by 3.”
The ad started out with scenes from the ‘Woman’s march’ on Washington…’lock him up…lock him up…lock him up’.
The campaign would be strewn across the multiple platforms like Facebook and Instagram and digital media sites beyond just television and cable.
The loud chanting directed at the president known for his incessant displays of misogynistic behavior had the massive over-flow crowd of women carrying signs that championed the advancement of women.
The screen zoomed into the middle of the group to show an average every day kind of looking woman of 40 with a sign that had just an image of a rose on it.
“Stop it for a minute….I like how you did that…what was it a green-screen back ground?…very savvy for you to think that up.”
Sean looked at Sally then Evelyn.
“It was Sally’s idea Ma’am….she did this one all herself.”
“Quite talented Sally….you keep doing ads like that and I think you’ll be the one running the day to day operations of this firm.”
Sean knew he’d been slipping at work call it writers block perhaps yet the ideas that used to seem to easily pop in his head had the well going dry. Truth was Sean knew his focused had shifted to pleasing Master Tucker.
“Thanks Evelyn….I’m glad you like it…that thing you mentioned to me…I put it in the end…we’ll be having a special Facebook and Instagram and Fetlife page on it….you wouldn’t believe how many 'special' gurls are on those sites.”
The slick visual piece had the screen full of women demonstrators fade out letting the full screen become focused filled with the image of the single rose emerging. It slowly turned to reveal the flower design was set on front of a red rose colored chastity cage.
A look of superiority in her appearance the 6’ tall woman strutted out wearing leather pants matching 3” heeled boots with a crisp white chiffon blouse. Giving off the look of a powerful Dominatrix the billowing ends of its sleeves added just the right amount of feminine whimsy to her dominant look.
In the back ground appeared to be 3 mid-twenty females playing with dolls as they sprawled out on the plush carpet in just pretty lingerie.
Unbuttoned enough to display a hint of the lace embroidered brassiere holding her milky breasts on display one could clearly see the 3 keys dangling on the end of the pendent necklace.
“Am I the only one that is tired of males writing ‘our’ history?...isn’t it time we let our voices be heard and write our own ‘herstory’.”
A pregnant pause followed.
Our ‘Roses of Thorns’ chastity cage makes your male more attentive …loving ….passionate …and sensitive while reinforcing a new personality…the attractive floral design of our ‘Roses of Thorns’ chastity cage with its sharpened points at the base will provide a strong reminder within your protégé not to attempt any unsupervised removal.”
Giving a glance at the 3 their look coming off as though mere feminine playthings incapable of being taken serious in the business world the woman turned towards the camera.
“At the same time we like to believe it will cultivate a more focused yet passive male companion sensitive to your needs beyond just the bedroom.”
“For those wishing it can also develop a more docile….gentle yielding feminine nature to blossom. I know many women that can attest to the fact…one will discover there is no greater of a loving person than one turned t-girl.”
The woman turned around snapping her finger at the 3.
“Come my silly gurls…join your Domina leave your dolls behind for now.”
The 3 beautiful mid-twenty t-girls slithered cat-like on the carpeted floor making their way to lay resting on their hips on either side at the woman’s legs.
“Bambi lets show off your pretty ‘Roses of Thorns’ chastity cage.”
Without hesitating Bambi lifted up letting her c-cup breasts wiggle in the lace trimmed bra. Hooking the thumbs in Bambi pulled the pair of panties from ‘the Poetry of Femininity’ collection down to her knees.
Fingers pointing straight pretty polish on the nails her hand held at her mouth trying yet failing to suppress a giggle. Smiling Bambi let any who were watching the ad see she was a t-girl kept in chastity.
The two others on cue lifted to stand at the knees as they lowered their panties down their hips revealing they too were t-girls wearing a ‘Roses of Thorns’ chastity cage.
Bambi sitting on her lap like the woman was Santa Claus the Domina spoke into the camera. A smile came on her face.
“Hey nobody said you can only have just one…my darlings are wearing specially made t-girl lingerie from the ‘Poetry of Femininity’ intimate wear collection. Combined with a Roses of Thorns chastity cage they’re designed to bring out the best in your t-girl.”
Bambi bent down and kissed her Domina’s cheek.
“For more about feminizing your husband or boyfriend…”
The alpha female paused to let the two gurls on the floor pose showing off their bra and panties and stay-up thigh highs.
“…or any other male in need of it for that matter…check out our Facebook page or Instagram feed to learn about our ‘femming’ program that will bring out the poetry of femininity in your protégé.”
Huddling close the three t-girls stood behind the woman bending down letting the arms drape on her shoulders treating her like she was James Bond 007 back in his heyday.
“Outstanding Sally that does it …Sean we need to talk no sense delaying it further….I’m afraid I have some bad news for you…you’ll no longer be running this firm.”
“What about Phil…taking a 3 month leave I know he hasn’t been here much lately but with his shares and mine I still have…”
Interrupting him as Evelyn looked on Sally held up the contract waving it in the air.
“You mean his 17%….they’re now mine….signed, sealed and delivered…”
“Evelyn and I would like to buy you out….read this I think the numbers are fair.”
Sean looked over the figures part of him wouldn’t mind being bought out by the two women. He knew it would free him up to spend more time with Tucker his BDSM master.
He shook his head ‘yes’ staring at Sally and Evelyn.
“Fine then… I call my secretary in with the documents you’ll need to sign?”
Hitting the buzzer on the phone Sally felt vindicated.
“Emily…come in here and bring what I left on your desk.”
The large pair of breasts seemed to enter before the t-girl did. A bounce in his step the former husband left a trail of feminine fragrance from the perfume as Emily made his way to Sally.
Sean looked up at first he didn’t recognize him then he did. To himself Sean whispered ‘Phil…is that you’?.
A tight pencil skirt hobbled his movement while highlighting his rounded bottom as he strutted in the high heels. The brazillian butt lift procedure had given him a full- figured bum any Kardashian sister would approve of.
Tucked in at the waist the frilly chiffon blouse with a band of ruffles running down the center did little to hide the pair of d-cup sized breasts.
Cute frontal bangs of his platinum blond look gave way to the permed hair spilling along both sides of the t-girls pretty made-up face making their way down his shoulders.
“Yes Ms. Sally… I think this is what you and Ms. Evelyn wanted.”
“Emily dear…let's not be rude…say hello to your former business partner.”
Spinning in place ‘Phil’ smiled at the man as he settled his hands on his hips as if to highlight them while bringing attention to his shapely figure. A glance down at his long nails he gave off a wiggle to his prominent breasts.
“Hello Mr. Sean.”
“Ummm Phil….I mean Emily…you look gorgeous…you’re Sally’s secretary now?”
Briefly biting his lip Emily felt his cheeks blushing.
“When I’m not at home being her wife….Ms. Sally has a much better head for business…besides my day is filled with makeup and hairstyling and clothing and all the other thing’s a gurl has to do to make herself looking pretty for her domina.”
“Emily tell me… besides buffing your nails what have you been doing sitting at your desk?”
“Yes Ma’am…I’ve been checking out Kim ‘Cars-smashing’s’ Instagram page… she has over a 114 Million followers and was doing a tutorial on what kind of lipstick to wear when you’re out for lunch….I want to remember to use straws when I sip drinks.”
“You mean Kim Kardas….oh never mind run along now….the big girls need to talk.”
Sean adjusted his tie before turning sideways to take in his look. Deciding he didn’t need it he went with just a sportcoat instead.
“You ready cub Sean.“
“Come over here…”
Sean could hear Tucker unzipping his pants as he next took them off to stand naked. Seeing him Sean removed his sportsjacket in anticipation.
There had been a time when the thought of sucking a man’s cock had been repulsive. That time had passed as he now looked forward to the taste and feel and sensations only a hard dick brought with when in his mouth.
“Just edge me for a few minutes boy.”
“Good cubbie…I want to be able to blast the face of the new initiate should you live up to my expectations.”
Tucker ruffled the hair of Sean as he knelt standing on his knees.
“You’ve never picked up a man before …have you?...especially one new to being introduced to gay sex.’”
“Oh naïve men are the best…they get so hard…so excited…yet it goes against everything they thought they knew about themselves and how they were raised.”
Sean knew what Tucker said was accurate after all a year earlier he had been a man just like what he described.
The cock slid in his mouth so easily. His hands cupping the balls he next swirled his lips over the head. Slowly his hand began to pump life into the hard piece of man- meat. His mouth making an ’O’ formation Sean held it and slid his head back and forth.
He had developed a signature technique of flicking his tongue on the underside as he bobbed up and down. It had hurt a few days after yet now Sean had greater length with his lingual frenum underneath the tongue having been cut and healed up.
Snakelike in its look the long tongue slid out and nearly wrapped all the way around the length of the head of Tucker’s dick. Pouting his lips Sean ran them down and back up a few times while pumping the cock.
The ‘daddy-bear’ of a BDSM master ordered him.
“Tea bag cubbie.”
Dipping down lower he could feel Tucker holding his head by the hair keeping it still as he lowered the balls in and out of Sean’s mouth a few times. Each time they slipped in Sean let his tongue offer wetness as he licked away at as much of the two balls as he could touch.
Nearly closing his mouth all the way he left a slight opening offering tension so Tucker would have to pull a little to free them from the pair of lips.
“Very nice cubbie Sean you’ve come a long way under my guidance.”
“Thank you Master.”
“Remember to do it tonight should you get a newbie on the line.”
Sean just nodded his head wishing he could taste his superior come in his mouth.
Inside the gay bar Sean watched to see who sat along an extended bench seat along the wall. It was a moment of déjà vu just like the night he had first come there he listened as the beautiful ‘Drag’ entertainer sang songs made popular by Barbra Streisand, Liza Minnelli and Bette Midler from back in the day.
What made it different was this time at ‘Trixie’s' nightclub he was looking for innocent prey unaware they’d be brought into the world of gay male sex.
“Any out there yet Sean?”
He smiled at the 6’ 6’ drag queen bartender stunning in ‘her’ appearance it was likely the beautiful Trixie could teach a thing or two to any women when doing her makeup.
A couple of the 4 conventioneers bumped into him at the bar before he could answer. Trixie merely winked at Sean before responding.
“Whatta’ ya’ have fellows?”
“4 Hienies darling…gee you’re kind of big for a girl.”
“In more ways than one….but ohhh I do get excited when you talk about heinies in your pants…oh you mean 4 Heineken beers…just kidding guys.”
The smallest of the bunch seemed to listen to the others. From what he could tell Sean figured him to be the local and in need of pleasing the out of towner business men.
“How long you lived here Tom…I’m surprised you're still single with all these women we’ve seen in town.”
“Been here 5 years in some ways still getting to know the place….had a close call getting married a few years back but I spit the hook out…..seeing all these drag queens I’m getting kind of horny.”
Trixie looked at the 4 clearly on their way to being drunk.
“We can put two of you at a small table and the other two against the wall nearby…wait until you hear our singer do Dolly Parton.”
One begged off saying he needed to go back to the hotel. Dressed in a ballgown the Maitre d led the 3 snaking through the room packed with patrons of all sexual preferences. Intentionally he put Tom at the bench seat as the two other beefy men squeezed in at the tiny table.
Watching to see the two men leave a few songs in Sean made his way to sit next to Tom the local along the velvet covered bench seat in need of a cleaning.
“She really gets to me the way she sings....name’s Sean.”
“Hi Sean …I’m Tom…she’s good …if I didn’t know better I could swear that is really Dolly Parton….boy look at those breasts.”
Sean thought about it before he said hoping he wasn’t pushing the conversation too much. Lightly laying his hand on Tom’s leg he let it come out.
“You ever come between a pair of tits.”
His eyes a little glassy looking Tom slurred out a bit as he responded.
“Oh fuck she looks hot…gets me hard just seeing her….God it’s been so long since I’ve had any.”
Sean slid in close moving in for the kill.
“Oh really your hard huh…maybe I can help.”
His hand slid on Tom’s cock through the pants as he leaned in to kiss him. Rubbing it up and down along the stiffness he tried to dominate Tom with his masculine power.
The room dimly lit slithering his tongue in he waited hoping he felt Tom respond. Seconds later he felt Tom’s tongue connect with his with the man’s hand softly caressing Sean’s face.
He knew he had him as Tom looked in his eyes.
“I’ve never done anything like this.”
“Shhhh subby…just stay just like that.”
“Yes I said subby…remain quiet.”
He lightly slapped his face yet it was hard enough Tom dropped his hands along-side his own body. Sean quickly had the pants unzipped pulled down to his knees and was stroking the cock.
Just like had happened to him he slid his finger in Tom’s mouth as his lips slid onto the hard cock. Tom murmured out an ‘Oh God…attt feeels nice’
The man didn’t even notice the larger Tucker next to him until he felt his arm move around his shoulder. Turning to look Sean waited for the picture to be taken as Tuckers finger went inside replacing his.
In the middle between the two Tom looked up to see his picture being taken while Sean stroked his dick. His cock out being stroked…his mouth sucking on a finger of the BDSM master the threat was implied.
It ran through his mind …,what would his friends say?…what would everyone in the office do if they knew…and what of his parents who still attended church every morning?’
It all fell away when Tucker kissed him and took over stroking his cock. A minute later Tom looked at the pictures on the I-phone.
Sean spoke seeing the club had emptied out.
‘He’s definitely a sub master.”
“Yes I’m thinking twink…been awhile since I’ve had one…you did well cubbie Sean….your email address boy…Brad listen and send them.”
Master Tucker looked at Tom after he spit out his email address. Thinking him to be in his early 40’s he slowly ran his hand up and down the penis edging him yet not letting him come. A quick slap to his face he stared him down.
“Slip your shoes and socks and pants off boy.”
Just then Trixie walked by tossing an oversized t-shirt their way.
“Oh he’s a cutie Tucker….tip jar is overflowing …had a great night.”
Brad the cubbie holding the phone laid the chastity cage and ball-gag on the table. The way he looked at Sean let him know the two of them would be in bed later.
On the front of the t-shirt that fell to his mid-thigh was a cartoonish caricature drawing of Trixie. Tucker kept his hand on Tom’s ass leading him out while he had his new chastity cage on and ball-gag in place. Out front tugging at the hem of the t-shirt he looked at Tucker.
“You’ll address me as Master Tucker….now give me a kiss cubbie Tom you are about to discover your sex life will have never been better.”
End of part 4 …