There is no there...there. part 2 Mistress DLC's alyssa
“What are you looking at on your laptop Sadie?”
Victoria spooled put some of the moo shoo chicken from the container. Deftly handling the chopsticks she half shuffled half scooped the dinner into her mouth not caring how she appeared.
“I want you to see this…..the sands are shifting things are turning towards women being in control…..check out this social media site they have over 8 milllion users. You’d be surprised just how many CD’s and transgurls are here.…..then there is tvChix did you know it’s the fastest growing sight for CD’s and t-gurls… I tell you its loaded with males looking gorgeous…there are others too…..here is a wonderful site by a woman that has her bonafides…it’s called Mistress DLC’s ‘Femdomina.com’ any male interested in becoming a transgurl under the direction of a Dominatrix would do well to visit.”
Another slurp of chicken had Vicki leaning in for a sloppy kiss from Sadie as she both noshed and spoke.
“I was thinking for your club…you need to have prompt service people hate waiting for a drink. How many friggin’ bars do you go into and you can never can a fast drink?”
Vickie stopped eating for a moment.
“What if we have gay male servers…what do they call those real thin one’s…twinkles or something?”
“They’re called twinks and I think they are adorable......Lets make that club of yours a place where women reign and whatever males come in knows it, have them outnumbered.”
Sadie lifted her own container of Kung Pao chicken up to her mouth using her fork she took a bite then held it up and pointed it towards Victoria.
“I’ve got a few ideas of my own, I know I’ll just be a minority owner Vicki yet lets have any one who enters learn that its all about a female domination theme. ‘Fem-Dom’ is the thing these days and its only getting more prominent .….. What about using your last name…. call it Gelding? If that doesn’t send a shiver down the spine of any straight male who enters knowing it’s meaning then it ought to. You could have CD’s and Drag Queens performing….CD’s are going to be welcomed right?”
“Sure they are, by my way of thinking in their own way male CD’s by dressing up are acknowledging that femininity is best……Its too bad we don’t know any real mistress to help.’’
“Wait why didn’t I think of that…..I know a couple that are clients of mine. I haven’t spoken with them in awhile…I could call them……Howbout leather Masters and their subs?”
“Nope Sadie, not really welcome….they have plenty of their own male oriented BDSM clubs I’ll not have them take over mine.”
Sadie asked the follow up question.
“So this won’t be like some Euro-trash techno bar huh?…it’ll be classy right?”
“I want it top shelf, its not like 20, 30 or 40 years ago, these days there are plenty of woman with highly successful careers with disposable cash. I’d like to think they’d like a place to unwind in an environment where males are the objectified ones. Can you picture a place where the woman are clothed and the males are in skimpy outfits or better still just thongs?”
“What about thongs and heels?...may be even dolled up…..look Darcy pinged me back.”
“Who is Darcy?”
“Mistress Darcy…she wants to meet the two of us.”
Cal Williams tried wiping the lipstick off with a swipe of the back of his hand, he had lost track was it the 6th or 7th time in the last few months he masturbated while wearing stay up thigh high stockings and matching bra and panties with his lips colored red. The root of the sexual fetish had been established like any other the question was would it continue to expand or go away. It had begun with a simple urge with him nicking a pair of panties in the building’s laundry room.
Too tired after he shot his load the night before he fell asleep on the couch with his laptop opened to a site that had an array of pictures of feminized males.
A dominant woman by the name of Dominatrix Camille let males know she had a way to bring out their feminine side allowing them to live the rest of their life as true trans women. Once selected by the Mistress Darklady as she was affectionately called by her slave gurls in training would even have some of her pets living forever as females.
Calvin stared at the picture of the brilliant woman who possessed a near genius IQ. Looking at Mistress Camille’s picture he found his cock getting hard. Like most any male he was a weak willed inferior and couldn’t help but masturbate on seeing the beauty of the intelligent lesbian woman.
He gave look at the clock on his phone that let him know he’d be late for work if he didn’t stop and leave soon. As he scrolled up the page he saw the banner box ‘I will watch you masturbate’. He saw the lower back tattoo on one of her gurls simple lines moved to the center yet it was when he read the words ‘DLC owned’ in the circle that he shot his load.
Pulling back he stared trying to tell if the lipstick could still be seen. He gave another brush across his lips with the soapy washcloth. He hadn’t considered what most males who use lipstick fail to realize trace elements of the origin dye stay on the lips no matter how hard one try’s to remove them.
The car ride to the office left him alone with his thoughts about the night before feeling guilty he still found it hard to believe he had shaved his legs and chest. Calvin gave a quick look into the rear-view mirror feeling his cock go hard as he saw the new pair of stud earrings he thought of how beautiful Mistress DLC had looked.
The female dominant wore a pair of riding boots as she smiled in the picture of her on her horse. He couldn’t get the image of one of her t-gurls out of his mind. The face of her male pet had been given a makeover and his long hair styled to have it looking as pretty as any female would like.
By four that afternoon the friends were sending emails back and forth trying to lock in a place to go drink at after work, Lance, Jeffery and Nigel had settled on the Cork Twister near Lance‘s office. The bar had been given the nickname the ‘cock twister’ by Lance because every now and then one of them would get lucky.
Jeff drifted into the pub to see the other three were already there. By 8 that Friday night all were feeling pretty good from the alcohol. On their own each had looked around to see not many girls were there it was enough that Nigel suggested they try to find a different bar.
“Say do you mind if we toke up.”
The share ride driver let them know it would cost them a couple of extra 20’s and to lower all the windows in back. As they drove Jeffery spotted the Range Rover next to them that had 3 attractive older women inside. With the window down he yelled out.
“Say where you guys going?”
It was the way the one woman looked back at him that lit the fuse, without saying a word he felt like he was the lesser between them.
“Driver follow that car…..maybe they’re going to a bar.”
The 4 mates quibbled over whether it was a waste of time when suddenly they saw the sign at the entrance of a long straight tree lined road. The word ‘Gelding’ had been carved into an attractive wooden piece with a pair of lights shining down from the top corners underneath the name were the words ‘for discerning women who enjoy a semi-private club’.
Lance spoke up
“Come on…its says it a club.”
Nigel was in agreement.
“Yea, maybe they let guys in too.”
“At least it will be something different then the usual places we end up.”
The car with the women in front of them stopped briefly at the entrance before being waved in by a security guard standing by the lowered single striped gate that lifted.
“Just let us out here driver but don’t leave until we tell you to.”
The driver waited for 30 seconds before pulling away.
They could see if they were let in they would have to walk a little further. Just then another car with two women drove by also being waved in by the guard.
“Say can we come in….is this a bar?”
The beefy security guard and her other female worker just pointed to the building down the road. Walking the short distance Jeffery asked
“How long has this been here?”
“I don’t know but did you see these chicks driving in, this is going to be easy pickings tonight boys…hell even you might get lucky Calvin.”
“Very funny Mr. Macho….you haven’t been exactly knocking them out of the park lately yourself.”
Out front they could see two lines one with women in it moved quickly while another had near 11 males being kept waiting. It was as though for every 5 or 10 women being let in one male would be allowed to go enter. 20 minutes later they were the next in line. A woman came up she wasn’t so much a ‘barker’ as she was the decision maker.
She had an air of authority about her as she spoke.
“Call me Ms. Halpern or just say ‘Yes Maam’ when I check off your name.’’
Feeling his oats Lance spoke up.
“Say does it cost anything to get in?...I don’t want to pay a lot.”
He looked at his mates.
“I’m enough of a stud maybe they should be paying me.”
He laughed hoping the other did too.’
Ms. Halpern stared him down to silence.
“As I was saying…. this is a much different club then you’re use to and if I decide to let you in it will be one at a time….so you’ll have to find each other once you get in.”
The way she said it made them want to go in even more.
“Once inside the holding area you’ll find there are certain requirements to be met.”
Her hand went up to press in the ear bud as though she wanted to hear what was being said coming through it.
“Like I said….. certain requirements must be met on your part or you’ll be sent on your way …you.”
Her finger pointed to Calvin
“….you follow me….your name?.....you’re first.”
It surprised even Cal the way it came out so quickly from his mouth.
“Yes Maam….its Cal.”
Another grouping of 4 women dressed in business attire walked past the four with one tall one staring at Calvin giving him the once over. Dressed in leather pants and chiffon blouse he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off hers as she locked on to him. He felt a shiver run down his back. She reminded him of the female dominant he’d masturbated to the night before.
The video screen was filled with a close up of any male who was in line. Simply put Mistress Darcy excelled at ascertaining a males personality by just looking at him. In her office above the main entrance she sipped on a glass of wine while choosing what males to let in and who to send away.
“Let the one called Cal come in send him to the left….he’s worn lipstick I can tell….he’s gunna look good in his heels and thong. Wait another 10 minutes and send the mouthy one to the right. His name is Lance if I heard you correctly. He’ll need to be knocked down a peg or two so we have a contestant. He''l loose that sassy back talk when he sees Lana and Lena. The others I’ll let you know in a bit.’
Victoria looked at Darcy.
“We’re getting a nice crowd tonight our members are going to have lots of cuties to choose from. Lets have Jenny go through and save their I-phone’s contact lists. Won’t they be surprised when they see the pictures of how they’re dressed and what they’re doing come through this week. A simple threat and we’ll have new male tarts that will feel compelled to show up regularly.”
“Yes it’s a brilliant idea Vicki and a marvelous way to build our list of submissive males. Once they’re here as regulars it’ll be easier to lead them into their new ‘girl’ world. I just love how buzzed those males get from taking mushrooms…the way we’ve tweaked it the shrooms really brings out their submissiveness once it kicks in.’
“The psycho hallucinogens sends their minds a flutter….. Well its their choice to try some…instead of asking what’s in it they act like its candy……can you pull up the twink serving station Darcy, let’s see if they look good in their ears and tails and heels.”
The screen pulled up the corner of one of the bars, 3 twink’s each wore a pair of 4” triangle kitten ears clipped into their hair with faux fox tails coming out the rear bums held in place attached to anal plugs. Thin sheer thongs allowed their small penises to be seen.
In the ante-room off from the entrance inside Calvin had undressed in front of the 3 large beefy lesbians. His mind feeling loose he watched as his feet were guided into the 4” heel pumps before one of the woman slipped a lacy thong up his legs. Another one bent down and secured the small padlock to the open metal piece on the ankle strap of the high heels.
When he was checking in he saw the bowl with the sign ‘honeytreats…try ‘em you’ll like ‘em.’ on the counter.
The woman told him to address her as Madame Zelda. She said it while looking at him.
“Everybody ‘luvs’ them…they are tasty especially if you like a good buzz right?”
Within a few minutes he felt a pleasant glow come over him from taking the mushrooms that had been dipped in honey. It was as though whatever protective walls to his inhibitions he may have had were beginning to melt leaving a delightful glow behind as they departed.
“Now we want you to relax and enjoy yourself…..this is a friendly environment though every women will expect you to address her as Maam unless she tells you different.”
Cal could feel her eyes roaming over him made up as he was. The buzz seemed to loosen him up the longer he stood in the high heels. He could feel himself take on a gentle demeanor and he thought it felt nice.
“ Yes Maam….I mean Madame Zena.”
“Ok honey just a few more tweaks…slip in to the station here. Let your hands rest on the counter top while I give you a touch up.’
The woman looked at one of the large lesbians.
“Ok Zoe our honeytreat is ready.”
Cal let his arms rest on the counter that was chest high beneath he could feel his lace thong being lowered before being lifted back up shortly afterwards.
Madame Zena within minutes had powdered his face with color and finished by applying some eyeliner and mascara as one of the other woman teased his hair into an attractive feminine style. Her voice was disarming as Zelda spoke.
“Just have fun with it besides you’ve worn lipstick before I can tell…haven’t you?….doesn’t it feel nice how creamy it is….and that chest of yours …..they’re going to love how smooth it is….I’ll just clip these on your ear studs.”
3" hoop earrings on He felt a wave of gentleness come across his body as Madame Zena stepped out from behind the makeup stand. Her hand softly ran across his chest leaving behind a band of glitter he was oblivious to in the moment.
“Now you’ll not need any money to buy drinks tonight…..and the more you smile the more you’ll find the members taking a liking to you….one more thing you’ll find no need to use your name everyone will just call you honey or sweetie or honeytreat…..I will say if they call you darling it means they have taken an interest in you…you’ll do well to remember that…someone who is attractive as you are would make for a good catch…..its all part of the protocol. You’ll adjust to it honey, have fun.”
“At the end of the evening you’ll come back to this room for the key…..feel free to smoke it’s a private club the women here do what we want. You’ll find cigarettes on most tables. There is a nail bar next to the small retail area that has some lovely pieces of lingerie.”
“The key Madame Zelda?”
“You’ll see what I mean once you step into the club and take notice…off you go honey…have fun….just a little down the walkway…push the door at the end of the hall…it opens easily.”
The door behind him closed as Calvin found himself in a short hallway that was lined with mirrors. He strutted down the hall liking the feeling of being in heels. When he turned to look in the mirrors he saw just how pretty the makeover made him look. His hair and been teased and style and went well with the feminine look he had made even more so with the glitter on his upper body.
He felt so buzzed then saw the bulge in his thong. Pulling the pantywaist down slightly he looked at the locked chastity cage he now wore.
Cal felt a wave of emasculation overcome him as his mouth dried up. He knew he needed something to drink and walked down to move into the club. The moment he entered the blast of music hit his ears. Randomly filtering out to other areas pulsating strobe lights in one corner let him know where the dance floor was.
The space was unlike anything he had ever seen. He was now more a piece of feminine looking eye candy then a boring looking male in a room that had near 20 women to every male that was kept in high heels and thongs. As his hands came up to his chest while he moved he felt a band of glitter attach itself. Unconsciously his hands moved down to his legs leaving streaks of glitter on both legs at his thighs.
“Look at this cutie…hey honey treat…..I want a dance later dollface.”
The 3 women at the bar laughed at Cal as he quickly moved past looking at them while walking. Just then he bumped into a large woman a few inches taller then him who was blocking his path. It was the same woman in the pretty chiffon blouse and leather slacks he saw when she walked past him standing in line.
“Where ya’ goin’ in such a rush sweetie?”
Her hand swooped around and pulled him in for a kiss. He couldn’t believe how strong she was as he easily fell into her arms. She slipped his arms up to have them rest along her neck as she kissed him a 2nd time. He next felt both her hands take hold of his bottom cheeks and squeeze.
“Oh I love a cute ass and sweetie you have one....nice legs too.”
Still nervous he added.
“Thank you Maam.”
“Lets get a drink darling call me Ms. Danielle.”
Taking charge she took him by the hand before stopping 20 feet away to speak with another woman. In front of three women who were sitting he felt a band of feminine objectification roll through him as they just stared with out saying anything while his woman spoke to her friend.
On leaned over and whispered to her two friends before drawing back to let out a humiliating laugh sent his way.
The 3rd one spoke.
“Defintely on all fours from behind…I bet the cutie is a squealer….oh yes oh yes deeper deeper Mistress.”
Again all three laughed at his expense. The woman holding his hand stopped talking turning she looked at the grouping of the women.
’’Hi Shannon good to see you….got me a honeytreat already.”
She turned to the speechless Calvin.
“Come on babe lets get that drink.”
Looking back while being pulled by the woman he saw a twink carrying a tray walk by the 3. Turning the tart of a ‘Twink’ looked thin almost too thin nearly drug addict thin as he gave a sway to shake his 20” foxtail protruding out from his pretty butt. Everyone could tell he liked being on display for any of the women to see.
“Hey twinkie….bring us three bourbons with ice…..and wiggle that ass of your’s when you serve them.”