The 'woman within'...a housewife. by DLC's alyssa
“That ain’t right, I don’t like seeing anyone treated like that especially a woman.”
The male in the 3 piece suit continued berating the woman in front of the elegant row houses that held office’s.
“If I tell you to have dinner waiting for me when I get home then that’s exactly what you should do….you’re just a housewife what do you know?”
Looking over the top of her I-phone Sylvia Trent watched the shoulders slump on the woman who was taking the verbal beating.
“I’m the one that keeps things going with the money I make and another thing haven’t I told you don’t come by my office unless I tell you to…what were you going to show me what you bought while shopping….what a typical woman…..you’re all the same, you’re just another wife Sharon.”
The attractive looking woman replied.
“We needed some new bed linens Fred besides I’m just trying to make some friends being new in town. I was just on my way to the Tennis club and thought it’d be nice to say hi since its so close, besides you know I love the orange mocha latte’s at Sunshine cafe.”
Being a member of it for 10 years Sylvia knew exactly the tennis club she spoke of. Thinking she looked familiar her memory tried to pull up if she had met the woman at the clubs new member orientation reception.
The husband looked at the coffee shop next to his building as he went back to keeping up the barrage of put-downs.
“What are you going to tell me you think shopping and doing housework is hard….what you ought to do is get a lesson on sucking a dick….it’s a wife’s duty especially since we don’t have kids…. that blowjob last night was a waste of time…..if you had gotten that boob job like I wanted you’d look a lot hotter.”
Holding her own non-fat latte under her breath Sylvia murmured out as she felt her anger rising.
“What an asshole, he has no idea what a wife has to put up with. It would serve him well to find out what it’s like.”
The male looked at his watch.
“I have business to get to so run along like an obedient stupid little house-wifey ….whenever I get home you should be grateful...why you should be in heels an one of those skimpy little nighties holding a martini for me…who knows? I might give you another chance to suck me off.”
Truth was the intelligent woman had given up a successful career in the same field as his on marrying. Anything but a stupid little housewife at 5’ 10’ she was at his height and only 30 pounds lighter then his 170.
Once more Sylvia commented to herself as she watched him walk away in a huff into the 4 story brownstone office building.
“Oh this guy definitely needs a friggin’ tune-up…..males can be so arrogant and self-righteous …..I have to help this woman and I know just how to get it started.”
Silvia texted out from her phone as she decided to follow the woman she heard called Sharon.
The moment after Lady Valerie Beaucamp read the message she picked up the riding crop and let fly with stinging dose of a dozen hard hits to the male’s backside with it. The female supremacist was the kind of woman who truly enjoyed doing her part to make the world feminine-centric.
“When I tell you to have both your nipple’s pierced I expect complete obedience.”
“Yes Mistress Valerie…but won’t I look like some kind of fa…”
They both knew the word ‘fag’ was held uncompleted.
“……I mean won’t it look like I’m a homo?"
“You say that as though it’s a bad thing….why I’ve had many a straight male under my tutelage develop into a lovely gay submissive…..yes I do believe you’ve given me a wonderful idea Reginald.”
Without waiting she swatted his bottom cheeks until she heard the whimpering. Her mind focusing on the message from Valerie she kept at it until the cheeks turned a dark red.
“Let me hear you say it ‘I’m out and I’m proud…I’m gay and I love it’.”
The hesitation from the straight male was worthy of another dozen spanks. Her hand dropped and began to stroke his cock.
“Say it …..say it…..I’m out and I’m proud….I’m gay and I love it.”
With tears in his eyes he declared it.
“I’m out and I’m proud….I’m gay and I love it.”
Skilled at manipulating males Lady Valerie shifted tack as she slithered close to the body of her client as he hung on a chain dropped from the ceiling.
“Look at how hard you are, why I had no idea that’d you’re gay Reginald Fox.”
It had come out with a femdom smirk on her face.
The sensations of the paddle stings mingled with the arousal of her stroking his cock.
“Would you like to come?”
Reggie nodded his head as his eyes pleaded with her to make it happen.
“No I think not……I have just the thing until I we see each other next.”
Pinching the head of the cock she waited until it took to softness leaving behind the pride of being hard.
“Ouch….oh what’s this round thing? I don’t think it’ll fit it looks like it will be too snug.”
Her face pulled close to his so the two could look into each other’s eyes.He loved how mysterious she looked wearing heavy eye-shadow and dark mascara.
“Shhhh let’s be quiet I want you to be able to hear the lock close.”
At 6 feet he felt so small despite being taller then the dominant female.
Valerie slipped a round metal piece near his penis and pulled on the ball sac until it slipped through the open one ball following the other. A quick touch to adjust had her next sliding the metal cage in place on to his dick.
The locking sound was unmistakable Reginald now no longer controlled his penis.
“I’ll hold this for safe keeping….now kiss my cheek like a good boy. It’s time for you to leave.”
Lady Valerie had further cemented the relationship between the skilled dominatrix and her budding submissive male. He hadn’t come to her as a ‘BDSM’ sub yet by this 6th session he was losing his sense of alpha-ness especially around women. The domina sent off the text ‘I’ll meet you there’.
Fred Landwher had the usual trappings a male in the business world likes to surrounds themselves in and with. The oversized gold Rolex on his wrist peeking out from the cuffs of his Brooks Brother shirt was designed to let others think he was a success. In back of his desk the wall was lined with autographed pictures of Fred with athletes long past their prime.
He clicked on where he left off on the video with nothing more important to do he was all set to watch the rest of the documentary by the famous football coach '…you need to put yourself in position to win'......”
Taking out a bottle of bourbon he sat back and sipped the alcohol waiting to be motivated by the words and images of a championship winning coach who was on his 4th wife and was known for being abusive to the 3 he had divorced.
Following Sharon's car Sylvia pulled in to the parking lot of the Royal Oaks Tennis club. As luck would have it she discovered she was heading to a Yoga class. Sylvia stopped at the counter.
“Do I need to sign up for the Hatha Yoga class or can I just go in?”
“It’s open to anyone Ms. Sylvia.”
“Thanks Dear, put aside one of the larger private massage rooms for me dear and slip this into your pocket.”
On seeing the hundred dollar bill the female at the counter expressed her gratitude.
“Yes Maam, thanks for the love letter....can always use a hundo.”
A sharpie had been used to write the message on the wipe and clean board.
‘Hatha Yoga, The difference between theory and practice is effort’.
In her leotard and ballet flats Sylvia stretched along with the other 6 female’s as she slowly made her way to be nearer Sharon. A smile on the face sent her way from Sylvia made Sharon smile back and seemed to disarm her. Ten minutes later Sylvia’s friend dominatrix Valerie joined the group sitting on the other side of Sharon.
The instructor of the yoga class at the posh tennis club contorted her body. Her legs and body twisting she looked like the 8 armed Hindu warrior goddess Durga.
“Lets all consider our bodies to be the vehicle to our innerbeingness….we seek union of our body and feminine soul….stretch…lets release the woman within….see the devine in the creation of the beauty of femininity….focus our devotion on the ultimate reality…slowly stretch…very good class…..lets believe that our present experience is a reflection of our past actions…..release the bad kharma and focus on creating positive actions...the universe never forgets the collective unconscious.”
Sylvia saw the words made Sharon start to tear up. Her hand reached out to touch the woman's thigh.
“What is it dear?...do you need a shoulder to cry on?...i’m here for you…I look at every woman as my sister.”
Her legs crossed Bhudda style through her tears Sharon smiled at Sylvia
“It’s just that what she is saying has been happening in my life…it make me feel sad.”
Next to Sharon Dominatrix Valerie looked at the instructor she ran her hand under her neck in a slashing movement then closed her fists and made like she was snapping a stick in two as if to say ‘time for a break’.
The yoga instructor felt the energy of Valerie.
“Ok that’s enough for today…very nice class….next time we’ll work on the 8th step path to enlightenment through Raja yoga. Conceived by Siddhartha Gautama I'd like for you all to look up the 4 noble truths, suffering exists; it has a cause; it has an end; it has a cause to bring about its end.”
“HI Sylvia.”
“Oh Sharon this is mine friend Valerie.”
As she said it Valerie let her hand touch the shoulder of Sharon. Her eyes drifted lower to take in the sight of her c-cups breasts.
“So nice to meet you…where did you get that cute leotard Sharon.”
Sylvia spoke up.
“Sharon’s been having some difficulties…we’ve only just met yet I feel connected to her.”
Sharon turned and smiled at Sylvia on hearing her say it.
“Thank you Sylvia …I feel the same way and thanks Valerie, I think my leotard is cute too.”
As with most any women she enjoyed being complimented on her choice of clothing.
“Say I have an idea…I have the private massage room booked lets the three of us go in and relax over some wine…we can do a sauna and steam or whatever and have some girl talk…it’s been so long since I’ve had a good chat with other women.”
Valerie giggled like a school girl looking at the two.
“What is it Val?’
“It’s just I bought this new vape pipe with some killer THC in the container I’ve been dying to try.”
Sharon smiled at Valerie before looking at Sylvia.
“That sounds awesome……It’s been so long since I got high.”
Sitting stretched out on the tiered tile in the steam room Sharon let her back rest against the wall. Adjusting her hips on the towel as she sat she let her c-cups give off a wiggle.
“That sauna felt nice yet I like a steam room better.”
“Yea…I know what you mean Sharon.”
Valerie stood up and let her towel drop to the floor. She arched her back and showed off her luscious d-cups breasts preparing to seduce Sharon.
“That is such a cool tattoo on your bikini line Valerie.”
“It’s Chinese…the characters that is…..it means women rule. I am a female supremacist. I believe all females to be superior to the male creature.”
Sharon let her eyebrow lift on hearing it. Her hand slid down her leg wiping the glistening water off briefly before she spoke.
“I wish my husband believe that.”
Sylvia looked at Sharon as she slid closer to her.
“The hell with him, from what you’ve told us he is a real jerk. He doesn’t deserve to be with a woman like you.”
Still standing Valerie collected her long wet hair and moved it back before sitting next to Sharon on the tile.
“You’ve got gorgeous legs.”
As she said it Valerie ran her hand gently along Sharon’s leg.
“You need to imagine a world where males are not important.”
Sharon could feel herself becoming aroused.
“If only it were true you know He never notices how nice i look. He thinks I’m a lousy housewife.”
“Sharon honey it is true….you simply need a lesson or two in becoming the woman you really are.”
Valerie kept speaking as she slid even closer to Sharon letting her hips move next to her.
“Forget about with him why with Sylvia’s help and mine you could have him trained to obey your every wish.”
Her breath grew short.
“Valerie your breasts….they’re so beautiful…..Oh I love seeing large areola’s….I think they are sooo..”
Valeria kissed Sharon drowning out the word ‘sexy’.
Sylvia let her hand slide up along Sharon’s legs as Valerie slid her nipple to the mouth of the woman. Sharon suckled on her large nipple as she felt Sylvia slip her finger into her pussy. It came out soft and gentle.
“It’s been so long since someone has played gently with my vagina…he never goes near it other then to fuck me…he thinks all a wife is good for is to fuck, and have her cook and clean for him.”
Valerie had seen it before a woman that had lost her confidence in who she really could be.
Sylvia slid down between her thighs spreading Sharon’s legs as she did so. Sharon didn’t have to ask her eyes did it for her ‘please kiss my vagina’. Valeria lifted up and put her arm around the shoulders of Sharon as Sylvia licked her pussy.
“The hell with him….you should make him ‘your‘ wife. Let him feel what’s it’s like to be the stay at home housewife.”
“Ohhhhh…I know it sounds crazy but that kind of turns me on…..ohhhhhhhh Slyvia yessssss…right there …ohhhhh fuck yessssss just like that girl……flick that bean with your tongue…ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhh.”
“Why not make a wife of him …I know a way all three of us could make it happen.”
Sharon kept rocking her hips to and fro relishing the feeling of having her vagina being attended to.
“He’s always complaining about my c-cups…he doesn’t think they’re big enough yet I like how they look.”
“Well right you should Sharon they’re lovely……since he likes big breasts we’ll make him have his own pair of d-cups…some thing nice and large…something that will require him to ‘have to’ wear a bra every day…….are you on board with us…shall we turn him Trans and let you rule over him?”
“Ohhhhhhhh fuck that turns me on Valerie…yesssss I am on board teach me what we need to do Valerie…ohhhhhhhhh Sylvia ohhhhhhhh yessssssss, ohhhhhh yessssssss ohhhhh mother above Goddess of all I'm so glad I'm a woman ooohhhh yesss ooohhhhh yesss I’m climaxing.”
Afterwards the three noshed on croissants sipping orange juice while wearing oversized bathrobes that felt luxurious.
“You can’t build a plane when you’re up in the air a foundation must be laid while on solid footing. Remember this …all males can be trained…every one of them….. that’s means any male yours included Sharon.”
“He’s masturbating all the time when I’m not home if the internet could clean up after him and cook his meals he might have married that instead of me. I read that if you take all the log-ons to Amazon, Netlfix and Twitter combined it still doesn’t exceed how many view porn.”
“He’ll have something put on that curtails that activity, when you have them by the balls their hearts and minds will follow.”
“I just want to thank you for recognizing I need help. I’ve always tried to get along with others because one can never do it alone......whatever it is.”
“Your welcome, bonding and attachment to ‘your’ life purpose will become his goal. Your energy will assimilate his weaker frequency as he moves in to alignment with you Domina Sharon….I see those words arouse you.”
Betty slipped her finger inside her vagina lips as Valerie spoke.
“Domina Sharon I like the sound of that. Keep talking I’m a woman and I can multi-task…besides no one ever said having multiple orgasms is a bad thing right?”
“You’re going to love seeing him drop into sub-space once you mastered the art of training him. I want you to picture him asking for permission to speak to you. Can you see yourself telling him what time to go to bed and when to get up…what he should wear and what he should do? All of it's possible if you pay attention to what we’ll teach you Sharon…..now tell Sylvia and I about his business, you did say earlier you were in the same field correct?”
Nodding her head yes Sharon slid her hand out to lick her fingers sliding them back in her pussy when she finished enjoying the taste.
“Yes we met at insurance conference some years back, even though I was an up and comer I thought we would try to have kids so I left work and became a stay at home housewife. I guess being a wife just made my mind turn to mush, you know over time it becomes addled just doing domestic chores. I could easily do what he does and probably do it even better besides I’m smarter then him and we both know it. You said you have a woman friend that is a private investigator, why doesn’t she slip into his office and check things out. I can get you a key it wouldn’t surprise me if he is doing some shady things. ”
“Her name is Leslie Wolcott, she’s as good an investigator as there is. Might you know what his computer password is?”
End of part one....
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Excellent. Your stories are much better than the Kindle books I have read on feminization.