'The power of a petticoat.' pt 3
Zack smiled as the door open to the sight of Evelyn’s husband ‘Lauren’ in just 4” heels and bra wearing his locked chastity cage.
“Good morning Sir.”
“Some things are growing larger…”
It was slight yet the feeling of feminine vulnerability was there …he’d taken a step back unconsciously on seeing Zack walk in. His hand cupped the withered ball-sac under the chastity cage giving reason for Lauren’s breasts to wiggle as he moved.
“…...and something seems to be losing size….being locked and caged for so long does that even get hard?”
“My Domina isn’t home right now.”
His lust spiking Zack replied.
“Then I guess you’ll have to do.”
Lauren fell to the bed gently, full-rounded the milky breasts gave off a jiggle despite being captured in the lace bra. They were his now and there was little he could do about it.
The augmentation procedure having healed the former husband had breasts as pretty as any woman. Some days he layered their softness using a powder puff to leave behind a scented fragrance.
Other days his nipples took to being so sensitive he had to slip away to tweak them when out in public. One thing was certain any male nearby would take to gawking on seeing how luscious they looked in a tight top outlining their size and pierced nipples.
For months kept mostly at home in a feminine cocoon Evelyn was disciplined enough she only used his feminine name Lauren when speaking to him. It didn’t take long to adjust to only responding to the new name.
In the beginning it was feminizing herbals. Though not as potent as HRT they too had an effect. Not only diet suppressing the urge to eat fatty foods leaving the pills helped to motivated him to acquire thinness. Month after month 9, 10 or even 12 pounds left his frame dropping him from a male 'large' to a woman’s 'medium size' in clothing.
He moved about knowing the digested pills were capable of transforming his body and emotions to one of a more feminine expression. Physical weakness became the norm while the desire to be pretty expanded.
Soon the nipples grew crowned on developing areolas. Put on HRT looseness followed feminine in their look and feel his skin held the ‘Mothers milk’ providing a certain round shapeliness that couldn’t be hidden displaying his breasts.
Taking on wanted curvature Lauren had soon accepted he was to be viewed as a sex object. His mind took to being addled doing all the housework he found himself thinking about his girlishness near all the time….’Would I look good in that outfit?...I love how sexy I feel in that new bra and pantie set Mistress bought for me…I need to loofa during my bath tonight…should I wear that shorty Babydoll nightie to bed?…would Domina let me?
It was as though his mind had shrunk and was incapable of thinking on matters of import. Wanting him totally dependent and feeling needy Evelyn took to exposing it as another weakness to exploit.
She’d throw numbers and figures at him asking to equate them or quiz him on where to invest monies. A baffled look on his face would leave replaced with a harmless pretty smile often shown by a trophy housewife. Often her words kept him in the invisible femininity-box of his submissive-girl world
“My baby is too cute to think of anything important….go check on your laundry…while you’re there slip out of your frock and come do your ironing near me so I can see how pretty you look doing your household chore in just heels, bra and panties while I make the tough decisions.”
Looking at Zack his hand went up to check on the dangling earring before slipping in back unclasping his bra. The twin globes spilled forth moving unfettered as though having a mind of their own.
Zack could feel his stiffness increase as he looked on taking off his jeans and sweaty t-shirt. Unsure what to do next Lauren cupped the pair of d-cup breasts hoping they’d be played with.
“Some husband you made for..…look at you…. now she’s turned you into a woman or at least mostly a woman…slide off the bed kneel before me.”
There wasn’t any question Lauren would obey. Trained to lick and kiss her vagina for hours pussy worship and cock fluffing became a craft he practiced and improved on.
Being there without her Zack was violating one of Evelyn’s demands. The question was would he get away with it. Made docile Lauren couldn’t be expected to protest in the face of being alone with one more dominant.
In Latin the piece is called ‘frenulum linguae’. The underside of the tongue can be sliced to create greater length, popular within the community of BDSM enthusiasts it makes for a delightful feeling when put to vagina or penis. Stretching exercises also can add inches to the distance a tongue can move outward.
It had taken a short time to heal aided by a suturing Lauren had to endure a couple of weeks of lisping like a sissy. That seem to only add to her girlish tone until settling back to a more normal feminine speaking voice the former husband was working to perfect.
Serpent-like in its movement and look Laurens tongue darted out swirling near all the way around the top of Zack’s cock.
“Damn…that’s amazing….it looks like a snake wrapping itself around a pipe.”
Too caught up with his mouth on the hard penis Lauren only lifted his eyes to acknowledge the compliment. A minute or so later the initial urge to suck satiated Lauren move back gently pumping the cock and giving a shake to her pretty boobs.
“It’s been awhile since you been here Master Zack…Domina had me done a month or so ago….it’s stretched out pretty good now.”
Wet with saliva the former husband let his soft hand glide up and down the stiff erection.
“I can push it deep into her flower, I’ve learned never to stop unless she tells me to.”
Lauren's lips lowered letting him slide the long tongue licking at the balls while his hand held the cock at its base.
"Oh fuck that's good, you could lick the chrome off a trailer hitch...I need to come inside you."
Zack lifted the t-girl by the waist throwing her to the bed Lauren found herself on all fours readying for penetration. The former male had grown so fond having long hair well managed. He shook his head letting its length fall to the side while enjoying the sensations of his breasts jiggling. Laurens chin lifted on feeling the stiffness enter. Slick with lube Zack’s impressive member easily slid in and out.
Like many a male he cared little if the tart of a t-girl was enjoying it as much as he was.
Evelyn sat getting her nails done the Asian lady excelled at painting them perfectly. Her free hand opened the app on her phone. Not one to voice her concern loudly she was witnessing the cam feed from one of a number of go-pro cameras set up in her home.
“Ling Lu just my toes today seems something need my attention.”
“Yes Lady Eve…you pretty lady…you like when done.”
The woman said it to all her customers yet with Evelyn it was true. Slipping the end of Evelyn’s slacks higher she saw the ankle bracelet with the chastity key on it. Ling Lu knew the meaning of it when on the ankle of a woman.
“Hope I can say….you ‘Hot-wife’…must have subby-cuc hubby at home.”
“Yes very perceptive Lang Lu.”
“Lots my customers do….see many woman today with same kind of ankle bracelet…..male husbands different these days.....so many wimpy.”
“Yes, wait until you see how mine looks now. You like the name Lauren?’
“Yes, very pretty.’
“I thought so too….I’ll bring ‘her’ in one day.”
Lang Lu chuckled at hearing the feminine pronoun being used.
The Goop candle ‘that smells like my vagina’ was lit letting Sally dream of what could be even if it wouldn’t be exactly like Gwyneth’s.
Time moving on she liked corresponding the old-fashioned way using hand written letters with her step-mom Ms. Evelyn as she now called her.
A few months in to her re-education she let the woman know she was officially transitioning. Sally asked that she be addressed by her new name while apologizing for her past behavior. Pictures were sent with the approval of Allison Tremont the lead administrator at ‘Institut de Reforme’.
Sally learned from reading the letters sent her way by her step-mother that her father was in the mist of changing as well. Told he was now at home full time doing the housework the pictures showed his evolving appearance to one of a more feminine look.
A month after her disclosure Sally discovered her father had taken the name Lauren and was coming out like she had as a trans-woman. Each new letter came with pictures showing just how pretty a former male can be made to look when accepting the role of a domesticated t-girl.
The boned corset on her frame the t-girl was struggling with the seemingly endless ‘ties that bind’. Six feet long times two Sally tried hooking one end to the doorknob as she pulled the corset strings tighter. A gap of air escaped from his lung with his waist shrinking another inch.
Tanya stared at Sally after walking in.
“Here let me help…pull your hands back for a second.”
“Thank goodness you’re here this is like impossible trying to spider-walk it tight doing it alone.’
Her hands slipped behind her with Tonya playfully tying them with the corset strings in abundance. Sally realized her hands were suddenly made immobile. Her roommate restrained Tanya pulled the bra cups down of the corset and let her hands play with Sally’s b-cups as the two fell on the bed. Moments later they each took to licking the slit of the butt crack treating their rosebud’s like a pussy.
Their kissy-touchy frolicking ended as Tanya looked at the clock. As way of adjusting to a more hyper-feminine existence on Sunday afternoons they were to wear dresses with billowing petticoats while enjoying a mid-day stroll along one of the many paths on the grounds. The fact that they looked forward to it spoke to the changes that had occurred in their lives.
”We have to do the walk down ’Breezy Lane’.”
"I've heard tell there are pretty flowers along the way."
Both now it tightened corset’s Sally held open the petticoat watching as Tanya slipped inside effortlessly despite the high heels. A smile back Sally stepped into hers.
“I wonder what it would feel like to have two strong hands gripping me at my waist?”
“I think about it too Sally not to mention what they also have if they are beefy males.”
She couldn’t help herself Sally spun in place in her stockings and 3” pumps letting the matching red tulle tea length petticoat crinoline swish and swirl in all its glory.
One of the senior girls showed me the site called 'Petticoat Discipline Quarterly' there are pictures or art work of boys made pretty by someone named 'Christine'.
"Do any of them wear petticoats like we do?"
"Yes lots..they all seem to like the tactile feel of being in petti's and dresses.....one page is called Christeen's Petticoat Art."
Twirling once more a wave of femininity unlike anything she experienced before swept over her. Sally lifted her arms letting Tanya ease her 50’s style red polka dot dress down a satin bow off-center in solid red acted as a tapered waist highlight. The halter top tied in back Sally picked up Tanya’s.
‘Cherry’ patterns against the white back-drop seemed to be randomly placed with the knee length hem letting the white and red tulle petticoat crinoline peek out from underneath. She gave a slight pull letting the strapless edges rest at the shoulders with a retrolicious smaller bow on top of each open capped sleeve.
Outside their dorm room the two looked to be guests at a garden wedding measured to perfection the dress billowed out at the thin waists while allowing the curvature of Sally and Tanya’s breasts to be easily seen.
“We’ve been so wrong all these years I don’t want to ever go back to being just a boy.”
“I know Sally…you’re what 23 I’m 25 think of all the trouble we caused our mothers.”
Fluttering her hand she lifted it to move a stray hair back in line on her friend Sally’s coifed hairdo. The each had become so adept at styling hair Tanya and Sally trusted the other to fix things if needed. Thick with lipstick she smiled before speaking.
“Let’s forget about all that and put it behind us. We’re t-girls now and that’s just the way it is.”
“I hope my strapless corset holds things in place I just love how thin it makes me feel.”
“Do you think we’re wife material?”
“Oh I hope so I have a silly question …what did they do before toilet paper?”
The incongruent nature of the inquire made them both laugh.
Walking down the tree-lined pathway they could see senior girls playing volley-ball in the distance they were only two t-girls out for a lovely walk on a spring day. A butterfly floated nearby playful in its erratic movement it seemed to be leading them further down the primrose path.
Tanya spotted a cluster of daisies near the base of the Oak tree. Bending down she gathered a half dozen. As she lifted a gust of wind blew the hem of her dress up. Her hand flew down in the middle of the dress showing she had acquired the feminine instinct to conceal things considered intimate.
“Oh my panties….my petties…any one can see my stocking tops and garters."
Try as she might to stop it the wind took hold letting the crinoline flutter like the butterfly’s wings. It seemed uncontrollable as both hands pushed forward the back of her petticoats took to billowing up.
“My pretty bottom it’s totally open.”
One hand moved in back followed by the other only to see the front of her petticoat lift once more fluttering exposed dancing in the wind.
Sally took a fright just waiting for the same thing to happened to her dress and petticoats. Moments later her fear was justified as the wind danced around before lifting the petties way high. Her first concern was protecting the juncture between her legs and tummy. The breeze swirled around her up-sweep hairdo one hand lifted to stop it yet freed a section of petticoats once more fluttered out of control.
Restricted to high heels their girlish running brought out their feminine vulnerability.
The two mid-30 males looked to be in business wear three-piece suits with ties representing a phallic symbol of their specie. They turned the corner of the path unaware two beautiful t-girls were coming at them.
“If we layer the liability shield with Muni- bonds then the deal is more secure for all parties concerned.”
“You know Ms. Monique she’ll want asset protection.”
The rules were laid out kissing and heavy petting allowed yet nothing deeper unless permission was given. The 1st year t-girls knew it and so did the two males there as investment advisors. Living in the feminine bubble the institute seemed to be Sally and Tanya never expected it would come into play.
“Whoa there…why the running you look to be too delicate you’ll hurt yourselves.”
Looking back as though the wind was chasing them the t-girls hadn’t expected to run right into the arms of two strapping muscled up alpha males.
“Slow girls we have you everything is alright …are you being chased by desperado’s…. it’s been a while yet I love a good fight.”
“Yea…me too Josh…why we’ll handle whoever is coming after you, just step behind us we’ll protect you.”
Sally could feel herself letting go the moment she saw him her heart try to leap out of her chest.
“I’m Sally…it’s ok now but please keep holding me you feel so much stronger than me.”
“Call me Thomas…sure there, there such a lovely girl.”
Sally let her thin body slink into his. She did her best to press her b-cups against his chest. Looking up her eyes silently begged out the request.
With words gone unspoken Thomas lowered his mouth and kissed her.
“Oh oh…your muscles…you’re so firm…you’re so strong…it makes me feel weak.”
Looking over seeing Josh embracing Tanya he bent down and kissed Sally once more.
“I like my girls weak….weak, beautiful and well put together like you are Sally. Did anyone ever tell you that you have a pretty bottom?”
Thomas hugged her again letting her confirm how much stronger he was then her.
“Do you have your afternoon free?”
Sally too nervous bubbling up with sexual energy just nodded her head ‘yes’.
“I now a little spot down by the lake…you’ll like it…and don’t worry that little mind of yours we know all about the special girls here.”
Thomas felt like he was hit with a thunderbolt of affection surely it was love at first sight. His arm let Sally go while he watched her half-skipping half running along the path to the lake. He took out his phone his words on the text were direct and to the point.
Ms. Monigue replied with her own text ‘The two of you would make a lovely couple Sally is definitely going to make for a lovely housewife. You have my blessing.”
Tanya had given a wink back at Sally as her and Josh hand in hand headed out a different way down the path. Looking at Josh Tanya smiled
“So are you really good with numbers and business stuff?”
Her hand roamed along his muscled arm as they walked.
“I can see you must work out a lot….you’re sooo strong.”
“Yea…good with numbers, good with finance… good with working out….good in a lot of other things too. I can see you were meant to be a girl all along…yea, Thomas and I are quite familiar with the good Ms. Monique does with her students in their….shall we say feminine development.”
End of part 3....