'The power of a petticoat.' pt 1 by DLC's alyssa
“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today” The words sang out from the iconic singer known as Prince on the Blue-tooth speaker. A killer riff next wined forth from his guitar giving reason for many to miss his passing.
“What’s a mother to do?”
Listening by the door the step-mother was disappointed in her husband who’d gone into the room of the 23 year old yet had to be splitting a joint with his offspring from the smell of the aroma wafting out into the hallway.
“Males….they’re so immature.”
On the phone to Laura her best friend 10 minutes later she listened to the conclusion.
“Yes your certainly accurate saying such Laura why the other day I caught my husband masturbating. I didn’t confront him yet I could hear the telltale sign on the other side of the door. Between the two of them I’m not sure who is the more childish.”
“If that’s the case Evelyn then your hubby is likely looking at porn as well…. there is a program you can load that tracks his key strokes. It comes with an app that alerts you the moment he logs onto sites that are shall we say less then spiritual. I’ll send you a link. As for your step-son I know of a woman that has a program that brings authentic change.
The sign on the entrance-way might as well have said ‘Mistress Monique’s home for immature wayward boys in need of petticoat discipline’.
‘Institut de Reforme’ clinical in its sound Jeremy looked back at his step-mother Evelyn after reading it while moving up the crushed gravel of the driveway to the home’s entrance. The arrangements made earlier after some discussion with the head governess Evelyn looked at her 23 year old step son and showed off both her intelligence and multilingual skill set by speaking French.
“La regression de l’age s’est toujours revelee befinque pour les psychologues.”
Unaware she had said ‘Age Regression’ has always proved beneficial for psychologist's patient's Jeremy kept the baffled look on his face. The Bart Simpson t-shirt had the words ‘Don’t have a cow’ also most confirming why he was being dropped off for an extended stay.
The woman had always treasured driving up to homes she was selling in her classic 69 Volkswagen Karmann ghia ‘ragtop’. Though talented at moving 7 figure houses she thought it better then looking pretentious pulling up in her year old Mercedes S series.
Jeremy had been told not to drive it yet he chose to disobey her command and was at first indifferent after the accident that had him hitting a fire-hydrant wrecking the grill work in front.
Her husband Fred behind her in the doorway she listened to the police sargent speaking. At first he looked to address Fred yet soon realized he was like many a male these days whose balls had been removed and put in a mason jar in the kitchen cubbard. Truth was Fred was 3 weeks in to wearing daily a pair of panties with a locked chastity cage beneath.
“Maam this isn’t the first time I’ve had issues with your son…..”
Evelyn looked at a now contrite Jeremy as the officer finished speaking.
“….He should be facing jail time.”
Evelyn pointed to the dining room.
“You two set the table for supper while the Sargent Thompson an I speak..”
10 minutes went by before Jeremy was called back.
“I have an arrangement set…. you’ll attend special tutoring in a private setting …should you graduate with no problems this will all be forgiven by the nice officer if not it’s off to county.”
The thought sent a shiver through Jeremy who quickly agreed.
As the candy apple red Mercedes pulled to a stop the front door opened with a woman in her 50’s sternly looking as Jeremy exited. He turned to look one last time at Evelyn his step mom.
“How come I didn’t get to bring any clothing or even my favorite jeans and t-shirts?”
The woman smiled back at seeing Helga move to close the passenger side door while speaking.
“All will be provided now come with me.”
Her hand gripping his gave a demonstration of her strength almost making Jeremy wince. The high heels clicking on the Italian marble in the foyer made the lad of 23 feel intimidated being a good 6” smaller then the 6’ 2” matronly female.
A clothed covered bench seat held Jeremy sitting high enough to achieve it. A curious look on his face his feet hung off the ground while waiting outside in front of what looked to be a den office anteroom.
Inside the office past the anteroom Monique Montrose held the body tight on her lap.
“Have no fear young lady you’ll get justice here.”
“I know Maam …..that’s what I am afraid of. I promise I won’t do it again.”
“Likely not I should say yet a sound spanking always acts as a reminder when reinforcing the need for changed behavior.”
The shift of a school uniform was eased up exposing the pair of ruffled butt panties. The budding t-girl recently moved from white to pink panties as an indicator of her house status looked at the painted nails hoping they’d distract as the paddle hit her bum. Perhaps it was the tears yet Leslie lost tract after 24.
Lifting him up a few minutes later Ms. Monique adjusted the hem.
“And to think you were just about to be allowed in 3" high heels little one.”
At 25 when he had first arrived it had taken the young male some time adopting to being addressed as little one.
“Yes mum, I’ll be better you can count on it.”
This time it was Leslie who tugged at the hem of his uniform having grown fond of the pair of a-cups developing his hand slipped in an adjusted the left bra strap before standing at attention. Knowing he could only leave when given permission by the head-mistress an owner of the‘Institut de Reforme’ he held still legs together with his legs and feet in tights and peter pan strap moving across the pair of flats.
“Alright be a good girl Leslie in the days ahead ….run along I believe help is needed in the kitchen….first though lets touch up your lippy.”
“Yes Maam…thank you Maam.”
Walking out of her office after closing the door Leslie gave a glance at Jeremy now sitting nearby the lead secretary who was fine-tuning his profile. The comment spoken internally Jeremy thought the girl looked pretty.
The quick stare at Jeremy would have Leslie thinking ‘I remember my first day too….you’re going to look and feel so different in the future’.
Leslie stopped giving a respectful peck of a kiss to the cheek of the woman who sat at the desk with perfect posture allowing her breasts to draw in ones attention. A wave of her hand directed at him after smiling and Leslie was on his way out.
Jeremy looked at the words written using calligraphy in the frame above the office of Ms. Monique,
‘Good girls get rewarded …bad girls get punished’.
“Alright sign here, here and here.”
Jeremy refocused his attention a wave of uncertainty fell over him knowing he had agreed to giving up any control as to his authority in all matters at the institute.
A crisp white blouse with a set of ruffles running down the center adding to its femininity had the woman of 35 blowing the ink dry as she held the paper aloft. It was hard to detect beneath the billowing sleeves yet a well muscled woman Allison Tremont ran a tight ship so to speak. Being the lead administer of the institute she had heard all manner of excuses from newly arrived initiates.
Over time she would witness belligerence turn to sassiness before a level of polite demure femininity over took the demeanor of those attending.
“You will be intergraded into our system #33 though you will find everyone at first calling you sweetie.”
“Number 33…sweetie?.... what happened to using my name Jeremy?”
“You’ll discover it doesn’t fit in the days ahead....you’ll come to enjoy the affectionate terms. Now its time you meet our head governess Ms. Monique before learning of your new roommate and dorm bedroom location.”
Evelyn smiled as she looked at the signed papers on her desk giving her full control over all the finances between her and her husband Fred. With Jeremy out of the home going on 3 months she had acted quickly to expand her control and power over the male who once ruled over her.
Fred tied to the padded leather piece in the other room she now called their 'play-space' had made the mistake of getting caught viewing porn and trying to wank despite the chastity cage. Silence over three days between them the threat of divorce hanging in the air he conceded to her demands.
Before Jeremy had been sent away three weeks earlier Fred and Evelyn took to playing a sex game to spice things up. Like most couples with an offspring in the house it was hard to find the ‘alone time’.
She put him in chastity and soon discovered that night a level of submissiveness previously unseen before.
Fred turned his head yet couldn’t see Evelyn as she entered. The leather pad acquired from ‘Extreme Restraints’ promised to make a devoted BDSM enthusiast out of those using it. A laptop on a stool in front held his attention. For the last hour he had viewed pictures of Dominatrices and hard-dick 'pics' of male alpha’s was designed to create a new fetish.
His body lurched at feeling her hand roam across his now hairless skin. On the days moving forward it was likely to acquire an even greater softness from the new diet that had female hormones and t-blockers in its makeup.
“My look at…what a gorgeous looking cock…it’s so much larger then that little plaything between your legs.”
Slick with lube she let her finger toy with the anal plug in his rosebud entrance while she spoke.
“Can you imagine sucking on that….not to mention feeling its presence within.”
Evelyn had thought it best he lose all his old friends with many of them being as she described them a ‘bad influence’ on her husband. She saved his contact list to her account before deleting them from his phone. That too was taken away along with TV and PC privileges. Like a 3rd world dictator she was intent on securing control over the information flow he was exposed to.
Her arm swooshed down letting the paddle land center-cut.
“Oweeee…jeez-usss that hurts Evelyn.”
The moment he misspoke he knew he had made the mistake. Once more a 2nd blow landed hard.
“I’m sorry Maam….. I meant to address you correctly and say Mistress Evelyn.”
Arms out secured low legs stretched tied at the ankles a feeling of being helpless was something he was growing accustom to from regular disciplining sessions while made an inviting target. His butt held off the leather piece as did his head. Every so often she would miss the target of his twin cheeks and hit the dangling balls hanging below his chastity cage.
A good 3 months since her takeover his hair was starting to reach the bottom of his neckline. Giving it a shake he turned to see the tiny red light on the camera resting on the tripod. A look of resignation generated from his male ego reminded him she now had a collection of lots of pictures and videos of Fred in compromising positions.
His mind drifted back with Vanessa taking a break stepping out of the play-space. The woman had seemingly come out of nowhere to find him naked trying to stroke his penis while viewing erotic t-girl videos.
The next day she leveraged it to put him permanently in his chastity cage. A week later he was told to quit his job. Well aware a male ties his self-esteem to his paycheck it would have a lasting effect the longer he was kept home.
The last thing Jeremy saw before leaving was his father laundry basket in hand being trained in the art of domestication.
Evelyn returned the strap-on in place on her hips she moved in front. Right it off to the early stages of being turned trans yet the hard piece of latex had its appeal to Fred. Inches from his mouth the woman held still testing to see if he made the first move. More were to come yet he had already had 3 laser facial hair removal treatments.
Lifting his chin with her finger Evelyn smiled as he nodded his head. Mouth open she slid the cock inside satisfying the human urge of oral fixation he seemed to possess. All was part of his expanding feeling of gentle submissiveness that would one day show it self with a docile sense of being.
“I wonder …would you like me to send some of these images and videos to your old friends?...would they take kindly to seeing how your progressing in a new direction these days or would it be met with ridicule and laughter?”
They both knew the answer to her inquiry.
Jeremy held the towel tight to his hairless chest a look back at his roommate in the wee hours of the morning had the two of them making a dash to the shower room. They had hoped to get in and out of there clean as a whistle before the rest of the floor woke up and came in.
“Sally I think we’re safe.”
“I hope so Tanya…you know how much they make fun of us…..”
Shedding the number 33 Jeremy had slowly come around to answering to the name Sally. Like him his roommate had been sent to the institute in need of correction. His hand running the lavender scented shampoo in his lengthening hair he added to his comment.
“…though I don’t know why but sometimes I like being called ‘Sassy’ instead of Sally.”
“Can you help me do my legs then I’ll help shave yours….my tights feel a lot better when I can’t feel any hair on them.”
The two had taken quite well to the female hormone regimen yet couldn’t compare to the other more advanced t-girls. Often the older ‘sisters’ would come in proudly displaying a-cup or b-cup and even pairs of c-cup breasts on their chest while soft penises as though a forgotten impediment benignly hung caged between their legs.
Toweled off and dried each slipped into the white ruffled butt panties covering their chastity cages declaring them to be level one gurls. Matching cotton camisoles came next as they brushed their hair into the required ponytails.
“I think I hear someone stirring…lets do out makeup in our room Tanya.”
His eyes swelling up with tears Tanya had an emotional moment.
“Ohhh I don’t know what I do without you as my roomie….”
Sally wrapped his arms around giving hug back to the budding t-girl of a roommate.
“I feel the same way about you too Tanya….can I borrow some blush?..... I can’t seem to find mine. Some days I’m so flustered and emotional.”
“Doesn’t it get so hard keeping track of everything we need to keep ourselves looking pretty?.....quick we better go now.”
The two senior girls giggled out on seeing the pair scamper out of the shower room. Technically Jessica and Denise could have order Sally and Tanya to return to help them shower and shampoo their hair while they chatted like girls are known to do.
Truth was they too wanted to be alone once the warm water hit their bodies they took to embracing. Jessica’s hand made pretty with colored nails glided along the smoothness of Denise’s bottom. Pressed against the wall Denise lifted her left leg and held it with one hand. It said something about his transformation calling the anal canal what he did.
“My pussy needs to be diddled I’m so horny. Slip inside me please Jessica…….I love how your finger moves once your try to find my g-spot.”
Her free hand moved to cup her breast finishing with a tweak to her nipple. If the t-girl had to she could lactate letting milk slip out from behind her nipple. It sounded so girlish.
“Oh finger-slam me Jesse…..yes, yes, yes…ohhhhh yesssss….oh damn girl you’re so good at that”
Denise dipped his chin and lowered his mouth and slid her tongue out capturing some of her large hard nipple and areola with saliva. Turning to face the wall both hands let his palms press against it. Her hips began rotating sticking his butt out while her penis flopped around harmlessly held it its chastity piece.
“Yes fuck ….right there …..just like that...oh yes, oh yes, oh yes…..Ohhh Jesssie…..oh oh oh I’m climaxing….if this feels so good I can’t imagine what losing my cherry will feel like…..oh fuck girl…don’t stop, don’t stop please don’t stop…..ewwwww.”
Out of breath her hand came up and held along Jessica’s face before giving her a meaningful kiss.
“You have such pretty boobies….Ok I’ll do you tomorrow girlfriend…say did you see that big strong groundskeeper doing the lawn yesterday…I think he’s new.’
“Yes I did …..he is ripped too….. he has a 4 pack on his abs.”
“Can you imagine what it would feel like to have him inside you?”
Denise smiled.
“What do you think I was dreaming about last night?"
Her hand slapped harmlessly along Denise’s arm.
“And I thought you might be dreaming of me.”
“Who said I wasn’t ….you ever heard of a threesome girl?”
Evelyn had always liked the 'Cobb salad' at the Wayback Inn. Sitting afterwards at the ‘L’ turn of the bar she watched the large male approach. As her husband Fred had left to use the loo she wondered correctly if the male with the scruffy beard would try to hit on her.
Earlier that afternoon a pedi and mani with clear polish applied to their oval shape Fred had his ears pierced leaving behind medium sized gold studs once they were done. Her comment as they left had stuck with her husband ‘soon you’ll find yourself having regular appointments here’.
In the bathroom he had bypassed the urinal. It really wasn’t any choice at all in a loose top and a pair of high-end sweats with drawstrings and no zipper the items had been selected from the ‘Woman Within’ catalog. He could either stand and try to lower them down to reveal both chastity cage and panties or he could sit passively on the toilet seat much like any woman would.
Fred walked back out to see Evelyn in conversation legs crossed at the knees she looked at him approaching and knew it would be a confrontation that would benefit her goals.
“Excuse me I’m sorry but…”
The male turned and looked at Fred stopping him mid-sentence.
“Yea….you look sorry….those are faggy-looking earrings…what? you borrow them from her?”
Would Fred try to stand his ground as her husband?
The male reached out letting his hand squeeze the bicep of Fred’s arm until it hurt.
“Owe.”
His hand still on it he eased the emasculated looking husband back.
“You sit on the chair there at the end until I’m finished….or would you rather we step outside and settle this like real males?”
Her feminine ego massaged Evelyn liked the fact she was being tussled over and considered what kind of cuckolding implications it would have. His fight or flight instincts in play Fred wavered before sitting not wanting to get in fight he couldn’t win.
Displaying a smirk she looked at him as he sat it was another notch lower in his descent down the ‘respect ladder’ his wife had of him.
“You were saying Zack.’
“Yea Evelyn….what I was going to say is I’m pretty good in bed and think you might enjoy it.”
“I don’t just hand this pussy of mine out…it has to be earned and I require respect in fact I demand it. The first thing that has to go is that beard. It’ll chafe the inner thighs when you’re licking at my vagina.”
Zack had clearly heard it …it could only mean one thing….she was interested.
“…And another point …..you want some of this fine feminine flower then kneel down right here and give a kiss to my leather slacks where my camel toe is.”
He wasn’t used to being treated like that by women. In the end like any male the chance for having sex won out.
“You mean right here, right now?”
“Did I stutter?….yes….now…..or say goodbye to me and my vagina….and that cute cock fluffer you made sit down”
Fred heard the conversation at first he took some solace yet realized as it continued he was put further away in the pecking order designated as a ‘cute fluffer’.
Zack looked around dropped to his knees and laid a kiss between Evelyn’s legs. Deciding spontaneously to have some fun with it she closed her thighs clamping them shut around his head.
Zack had thought he’d be down there for a second or two yet found out it was to be longer when she let him up nearly a minute later scoffing out an assertive feminine laugh as he rose.
Standing up giving Fred a condescending look Evelyn took the purse off the back of her chair motioning for Zack to sit in her place.
“Lauren honey hold my purse for me.”
Fred had known the time was drawing near when it would be changed yet he never considered she’d give him his new name out in public. Evelyn slipped the purse on his shoulder taking his hand she moved it to the juncture where strap met the body of the ‘Coach’ leather piece. A quick lift up opened the purse flap. Seconds later Lauren held still as lipstick was glided on creating a lovely shimmer any woman would enjoy.
“I want you to kiss his cheek Lauren.”
Experts who study the world of ‘Thought’ say the average person has 40,000 thoughts per day with 4,000 being conscious. Oddly 90% are the same as the day before.
The thoughts swam quickly across his consciousness.
“Kiss him?…but I’m a male….at least mostly…let everyone here see me kiss his cheek?…what will they think?....does this mean more of the same in the days ahead?...will she want me to kiss a cock some day?…what if I’m supposed to suck it afterwards?…..oh I bet he has a nice one.”
Fred slipped his lips to the clean spot above his beard leaving a lipstick mark behind in the wake. Zack took hold of the purse’s strap.
“Next time you see me Lauren you’ll address me as sir.”
“Yes sir I understand.”
Fred felt the strong hand cover his crotch.
“He’s kept chaste Evelyn I thought I spotted the chastity cage bump.”
“Yes you’ll find I’m into control.”
‘Lauren’ scurried to be near her side when Zack let go of his purse.
As the older couple walked by headed to their table under her breath the wife commented ‘A male with a purse and pierced ears what is this world coming to. He must be one of those homosexuals I’ve heard made mention of’.
His hand holding the purse his other broken at the wrist slipped into the crux of the elbow of his 'Loving Female Authority Figure' Domina Evelyn.
For all to see it was an acknowledgement like so many males these days he was the beta spouse in a Female Led Relationship.
End of part one...
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