‘The power of a petticoat.’ finis
“Olivia unless you ‘want’ a spanking don’t keep your master waiting”
Yelling it up the stairs Larry called out the name over time he had established himself permanently as the top between the two Cd’s. Joseph had spent every day the past many months being dressed en-femme. In some ways he could feel his sense of masculinity disappearing the longer he accepted the new persona of Olivia.
Looking at his suitcase in the back of the closet he realized he hadn’t opened it once. ‘Olivia’ reached in back of his panties trying to make the bump of his chastity cage appear less pronounced he lightly yanked his locked penis lower.
Hands on his hips fresh out of the shower where he had maintained the smooth hairless look using both razor and hair removal crème he turned in front of the mirror wearing his bra and panties and heels.
With Larry’s expert help along with ‘You-tube’ videos 7 months in he’d become skilled at doing his makeup. Long-lashes thick with mascara he once more used the wand to curl them a little higher. The eye-shadow went from a lighter shade to a darker one as it covered the eyelid. A darkened winged look on the edges turned him on knowing they were his eyes that looked delightfully feminine.
It couldn’t be denied…Olivia looked pretty as a woman.....and all for the better the t-girl knew it.
It was made even more so by the realistic breast forms that but for fresh application of adhesive after showering had stayed on his body. The tactile sensations of moving breasts began working their way into his mind….can I have my own real ones?....should I take hormones to make it happen?
Larry had been upfront about it leaving the bottles of ‘Estrofem’ on the bathroom counter.
“You want to experiment with HRT these are part of the regimen …just let me know babe….damn you look pretty girl.....a word of caution once you take them you won't want to stop.”
It was most often followed by an affection kiss put to Olivia’s cheek by Larry in male mode before walking out. Joseph would stare at the bottle while he layered coconut oil or body lotion on a body being made soft and smooth. A month later he caved in an began his journey to new Lady Land.
In many ways he was no different than anyone else. ‘Whatever a mind dwells on expands’. Lured into the delights feminine vanity can be he would layer foundation where the latest 4th generation breast forms merged with his body making them appear seamless. His endocrine network being altered he wonder when he would no longer need the breast forms having developed his own.
Beautiful nipples, lovely larger feminine areolas a gentle swaying motion to their full roundness….who wouldn’t want to have luscious breasts? Or more accurately put what budding t-girl wouldn’t desire them?
He couldn’t deny it felt nice to slip a bra trimmed in lace up his frame…matching panties on a thin figure the embroidered pattern so feminine in its look as it sat in front on the cup and across the band of his pantywaist…feminine-jealous….like vagina envy…that’s what psychologists called it.
Everyone has dependency needs yet falling under the dominance of Larry Joseph was sure he wouldn't be getting back his diminishing masculinity.
That first night in the hot tub he had no idea Larry had a thing for 50’s housewives. With Larry dressing as Diana Joe had thought they’d just be acting out for a couple of days on latent sexual fantasies acquired back in their youth.
Things were different now skilled at psychological manipulation Larry was creating a new feminine perspective within ‘Olivia’ that aided by the hormones he was building on every day.
What could only be called a BDSM home dungeon Olivia became subject to regular spankings. Ask any ‘old school’ parent raising a child …’spankings do work’…. when disciplining new behavior into a child.
It had now become ‘a thing’ if Olivia wasn’t being spanked every day ‘she’ was thinking about being spanked every day. It was how he thought of himself …as a she’….that had replaced the ‘he’ within.
“Yes Master Larry your girl is just finishing up her moisturizing.”
Standing rocking in his heels at the top of the staircase Olivia looked down with a cute smile on his face. He’d been doing it more and more …he gave off a shake to his breast forms in their lace bra.
“Ok babe…I know girls like you need lots of time to make themselves pretty…you have such a great ass….turn a give a shimmie of that pretty butt of yours….why I have half a mind to come up there and give you quick shag.”
Under the watchful eye of Master Larry Olivia was put on toning exercises forbidden to lift any weights. He had no idea being layered with female hormones would make him as emotional as they did. His Dom- Master figured he’d take to the joy of woman-hood once the curves starting appearing.
As for his work the knowledgeable acumen he displayed fixing the Pc’s and handheld server tablets at Yvette’s Brasserie had led the female owner of the same name to offer him a permanent position as her PC guru. The fact that he showed up dressed as Olivia with Larry as himself hadn’t phased the well known lesbian Yvette in the least.
Olivia floated down the stairs one hand on the railing the other carrying the cutest little purse to go with the skirt Larry had seen ‘Betty Draper’ wear. Underneath the crinoline caressed his stockings held tight in garters. A pink angora sweater sat nicely finishing below the waistline.
The front porch swing would act as the setting. Olivia sat lightly moving back and forth yet put his heels on the treated cement when he saw Larry standing holding the engagement ring peering out from the tiny box.
Larry wasn’t the type to kneel.
“Will you marry me?”
Thomas and Josh stood in front of the desk of Monique the distinction was clear Thomas had asked for permission to court Sally from the woman while Josh hadn’t.
Sally smitten with Thomas had gushed when he slipped the engagement ring on her finger a week later yet Josh had callously made Tanya give him head before trying to take her virginity. The groundskeeper happened by on hearing her yelling ending the episode.
“You know the rules Josh go in there and Helga and you will work things out. You nearly deflowered a t-girl who didn’t know any better. She was taken advantaged of purely for your sexual pleasure. Fortunately she is on summer break and will return a little wiser once I have met with her.”
“I’m sorry Monique…it won’t happen again.’
“I know that ….now go while I discuss things with Thomas. He did things correctly and here is his engaged to a t-girl that will make for a lovely wife when she is finished with her next semester.”
Josh had no idea that Helga came from 3 generations of former East German female gold metal winning weight lifters. Table and chairs being thrown…yelling…loud rumbling….with in 15 minutes things grew quiet.
Having dismissed Thomas sending him on his way Monique opened the door to see a naked Josh inside the puppy cage, mouth gag in place all he needed was his chastity cage to be locked on and he would be ready for his extended stay at the farm in the country.
“Yaaa vill be at Hanker’s ‘Ponyland by end of day.”
It wasn’t so much a safe word as it was a secret code between mistress and her femme-sub. Using a burner-phone the word ‘Daisy’ flashed on the I-phone near the bed. Sent by Ms. Evelyn acknowledging the distressing cam-feed she saw the woman was quickly making her way home from the nail bar.
His body lurching each thrust in Lauren knew he needed to have Zack drink the cold beer with her putting a pill in it before he left.
It please Evelyn to see the empty mug on the kitchen counter as she walked towards the bedroom.
A look at the passed-out Zack her first words were ‘is my honey alright?’.
Zack gurgled out behind the tight ball-gag unconcerned at the drool slipping out of both sides of his mouth as it dripped to his chest mingling with his sweat. Truth was he was glad the breathable hood was removed for the first time so he could try to plead his case.
“Pull-ease…..I can explain….”
Evelyn let fly with the whip the crisp ‘swoosh’ of its tip flew through the air before landing on his bottom cheeks.
“You aren’t addressing me correctly…when allowed to speak it’s Mistress first.”
The whip landed once more stinging out a wail from its receiver.
“You learn its mistress first in everything…its why I had you sign the papers giving me authority over you when we first agreed on the cuckolding arrangement.”
Resting on his hips on the Turkish rug that held her wingback chair and side table in the dungeon Lauren looked wonderfully delightful in a lavender sky- blue gypsy skirt and peasant blouse.
His vanity was such he fluffed out the skirt evenly letting his high heels peek out from beneath the bounty of petties underneath. He had grown so fond of wearing petticoats his mistress was always adding to his collection.
There was something so comforting now to watch a woman like his Domina assert her power.
It pleased Evelyn to see Lauren smiling up at her with a level of admiration and awe.
Three days of hanging on a padded leather piece attached to the basement wall was giving Zack a fresh perspective. Over time it had slowly drained his strength. Zapped of assertiveness he never envisioned himself being flogged by a woman.
The use of a hood is common when breaking a male down to a more submissive obedient nature. It messes with the mind when all one has left is his thoughts and feelings. It also begins to eradicate the personality leaving one in a kind of limbo until a new one is formed and takes hold.
Lauren had been reprimanded with an over the knee spanking yet Evelyn hadn’t blamed her for being susceptible to his advances. After all she was just a female hormone laden t-gurl trained to enjoy cock and pussy worship.
Zack wondered how much of the whipping he could endure.
Everyone that knew him added the ‘er’ letters to his name. Hanker the bartender looked at his phone.
“Need to step outside Josie handle things will ya’?”
Walking away from the bar in the ‘Wayback Inn’ that he owned Hank heard ‘sure boss’.
He listened to Evelyn speaking nodding his head though no one saw it outside the bar and restaurant.
“Uh huh yea sure …you know me Ms. Evelyn being Bi I like to swing both ways.”
Holding the phone close to ear his ear to help muffle the sound of traffic going by Hank stuck his other finger in his free ear.
“Sounds pretty arrogant to me, must have forgotten to not get above his raisin. Breaking a male is one of my specialties…you know how much I enjoy training them afterwards…..especially one who has it coming. How’s your Lauren doing?…..hope she is Ok.”
Another minute spent listening he responded.
“I’m on my Harley so I’ll try to be quiet and not wake the neighbors…..I see go in back all the way down the driveway…will do….you want I should bring a couple of Cobb salads for you and your wife-to-be. I know how much you like them…..One of these days you and your lovely t-girl should come out to my farm in the country and see some of the equines I have.”
Had anyone been nearby they would have heard her words come over the phone’s speaker ‘Sounds good Hanker see you in a couple of days’.
Ask any spy worthy of being held captive by the CIA or Mi-5 or 6 when darkness descends made more so by a hood a level of freight takes over. The name Zack was replaced by the number 563 part of the process of diminishing one’s former belief in who they were it was commonly used by skilled dominatrices in creating submissive devotees for life.
Arms in a binder he had welcomed the warm water of the shower streaming down. When kept secured high for an extended period of time the blood drains out and arms lose their strength and ability to move without aid.
The hair removal crème fulfilled its function. A trim along the sides with a shaver had both sides of his head free of hair yet left him with a band of long hair from front to back. A facial epilator acted as temporary relief of shaving his beard.
Essential oils rubbed in to 563’s skin left him with a lovely lavender scent he hadn’t thought himself capable of enjoying. The soft hands of Lauren let the oil sink in while rubbing them permeating the skin.
“Oh this feels really smooth.....my muscled equines like that look.”
563 had thought he might have had heard someone come down the basement stairs being in the hood it was hard to detect. When no noise followed for a bit he dismissed it. Now a pair of masculine hands firmly touched him.
By his way of thinking Hanker was only doing what 563 had done to Lauren. Face to the cinder block spread wide at the ankles attached by cuffs to the leather piece on the wall left his anal opening exposed. His arms lifted high and secured had long since given up trying to move with purpose.
Hanker let his hands glide along the smooth body he could feel his dick growing hard in the act. The heat emanating from his male meat pressed against the soft skin of 563’s butt.
“I’ll be gentle this first time baby…..so nice to see you’re plugged deep it should make for a pleasant deflowering....no need to talk you won't be using that human function in the days ahead.”
He didn't know what he meant by saying it yet a soft whimper came out from behind the hood…was the former Zack now made less then carrying the number 563 as identification going to be receiving the business end of a cock like Lauren had been?
Many a straight male fears a few things the world of the feminine is one and being penetrated by a cock another. One wonders if the fear is that they might find out they like it. The whimpering grew louder yet Hanker had always liked that moment before one is taken.
“That looks nice the way you shake your ass sweetie.”
He didn’t even realize he was shaking it but stopped when he heard the comment.
The moment he stopped moving his butt the slick cock slid in free of resistance surprising 563. Thick around the waist he could feel the hand of Hanker steadying himself as he thrust. 563 always looked down on what he called fags who enjoyed male on male yet now he was discovering the unusual and pleasant feeling of a penis inside him.
Hank spoke in his ear.
“There honey keep pushing back …see you do like it…you’re taking to it just like I thought you would….wait until you feel how nice it is when an alpha male comes inside you.”
On the drive over Hank thought about what had turned him ‘Bi’. Hanker had done a stint in prison a 4 year stretch after being set up as the fall guy for a drug deal gone bad the first week in the cell block he’d been petrified. Hearing horror stories of the atrocities he watched and waited for it to come down on him as he sat tolerating the stagnant air of his cell.
A muscled up male decided he was going to make him his bitch boy in the Pelican Bay facility of the California State Prison. The lifer was independent of the Aryan Brotherhood, Nuestra Familia, the Mexican Mafia, the Black Guerilla Family or the Nazi Lowriders.
Streaming past heavily tattooed murders, thieves of all types and drug dealers would give off a glance knowing his life was no longer his own. One stopped pulled his sweats lower and slowly pulled a knife out of his rectum.
Who’s selling what, who’s going to attack who what newbie fresh meat cherry was going to end up with what affiliated gang. It all was often worked out before hand with leaders of the factions in order to maintain balance in an environment the was highly volatile.
Hank alone on the cold steel of the bed a large male walked in putting a hand-made shiv on the edge of the sink.
The new roommate spoke assertively.
“You want to make a play for it then go for it….otherwise I want you naked.”
Too sacred to move Hank had shaken his head ‘no’ not wanting to pick up the blade. He realized it might be misinterpreted so he slid his orange jumpsuit off until all he had on was the pair of jockey underwear. The convict picked up the shiv of a knife and sliced it off on each end of the waistband.
The guard walked by a look and a smile at the alpha stopping he saw Hank slide to his knees. Hank slid his lips on the cock his eyes shifted while he sucked seeing the guard watching him.The alpha male pushed his head off holding him by his hair a loud slap fell across his face.
"Concentrate on me if you know what's good for you."
His lips glided up and down along the shaft. His hand cupped the hefty ball-sac. Hank couldn't help but think what cream was inside them would soon spurt forth into his mouth.
"Gunna be talented huh."
"Yea ...I'll get you some of this...give me a few days first."
By morning time he was in panties and hairless below the neck as the day he was born. He learned how to suck a cock and how to accept one. It was 6 months later he started taking steroids and building his muscles up to the point he was left alone until freed. By then he was a deliverer of a cock made angry.
Hanker steadied the body of 563 developing an even pace with the former Zack loosening up.
“You’re as warm, wet and tight as any pussy I’ve ever had…..get ready baby….yea just like that…tell me …you like horses.”
The question odd to hear 563 didn’t know how to respond.
“ ….You’re going to make for a good one."
He couldn't help himself 563 whimpered on feeling the warm cream enter his anal tract. What happened next was perhaps more disturbing...he felt his penis begin to erupt with an orgasm.
Hanker scoffed out with a laugh.
"See I told you that you would like it."
End of part 4…..a shift of some of the characters to ‘ A Passion for Pony-play.’