There is no there...there. pt 4 by DLC's alyssa
Lance looked at his friends still glad to know they all had been adjusting well into their 4th month on female hormones.
Victoria had gathered her group of budding birdcage ‘Go-Go’ dancers before their next lessons in comportment and feminine vanity requirements.
“Let me hear how you speak as though you’ve just met, I want my gurls to be polite and friendly….you first Tina.’
The transitioning male smiled as he looked at the others.
“Please call me Valentina when we’re together…Tina is good too, my mistress Lana likes either.”
“I’m Bambi now, isn’t it a cute name?”
In just his panties Nigel let his hands slip down along his thighs as if smoothing out a skirt that wasn’t there.
“My name is Laura though my CD Domina Doris likes to call me Peaches some times.”
They turned on hearing the dance instructor Ms. Elizabeth Dowdy walk in with her lesbian partner. A quick wave to Victoria had the same being sent back her way by the woman.
“Come, come gurls lets not dawdle…..I want to see you resting in a circle on the floor in front of me Ms. Elizabeth your instructor…..There are lessons to be learned…..things you need to know to better display your femininity….we want all our club's members to see how pretty a male can be made to be…..perhaps it will inspire to do the same to those they have at home or go out with.”
In both her manner of speaking and the way she appeared the woman had a striking resemblance to the original Mary Poppins. A little too thick around the waist then she’d like her companion set the carpet bag down an gave a brush to her ‘Aunt Sheila’ jeans on finishing, like matronly 'Mary' it looked like Elizabeth could pull out a hat rack or more out of her bag of tricks. They half watched to see if the ‘parrot’ handle on her umbrella would talk.
Her look fulfilled a purpose and would hit on a psychological level. Knowing what with her authoritarian demeanor and style it was quite likely that in most young males adolescence ‘Mary Poppins’ damn near came off as their first exposure to a Dominatrix only without the whips and chains.
“Can any of you feminine delights tell me what Maslow’s hierarchy of needs is?”
Silence filled the room Tina looked at her polish fingernails and wondered if he should change the color, Bambi played with his hair as he twirled a few of its long curls and Laura simply smiled as though she hadn’t the capability of critical thought.
“Let me explain darlings at the top is the need to find beauty and meaning by the time you’ve finished your lessons under my guidance you will have become beautiful and I will have provided the meaning.”
Bambi could feel someone staring and it made his nipples go hard when he looked to see Ms. Victoria looking at him. A quick smile back had him bashfully turn to listen to Ms. Elizabeth. He waited 30 seconds then gave another look her way to see she was still staring before once more turning away to look at his instructor teaching lessons in femininity.
“I want you lovelies to remember this so say ‘The only thing important is how I look....it really matters to me’. Genetic women have always been more intelligent so don’t worry your pretty little brains about thinking on matters better left to them…..you don’t know anything….you only know about things. For example what’s the molecular structure of a nuclear fission.”
Bambi had a blond moment displaying a level of ignorance.
“What’s fission Maam? Is that kinda like confusion?”
“No sweetie confusion is what you feel when you try to think to hard…your hair looks pretty today.’
Shaking his hair he pulled a blush up to his cheeks and smiled at the others as though the compliment meant something of value.
“Fission is a form of radioactive decay…my point is let the women in your life do the thinking for you. Every one knows males think with their penis…what if it wasn’t there?”
The group looked down to see the smooth flat front their panties presented.
“It’s why we have you tucked today, don’t your panties look prettier with no ugly protrusion, imagine having lovely vagina’s. Since your little penis is not there you need a new way to think right? Lets have you lift up.”
The three males being turned trans rose and stood in front of Ms. Elizabeth.
“Sway your hips…shake your pretty butts…..say the words ‘the only thing that matters is how pretty I look….I let the women in my life do my thinking for me’….that’s it my gurls point your toes then pull them back and twirl in your high heels…lets have you give a jiggle to your breasts….they make you feel so girlish…it feels nice being a gurl who can dance…..you feel good dancing in your birdcages for all the club’s women to see..…remember the words repeat them back to yourselves through out your day….’the only thing that matters is how pretty I am….I let the women in my life do the thinking for me’.”
Any propaganda minister knows say something enough time’s and one soon believes it. Repetition is the mother of all knowledge the more one hears what they say the more they tend to believe it to be true.
The puppy cage sat in the kitchen next to the counter and the open French doors, the sun coming in it had been so long since anyone had used the name Calvin when addressing him. There for a purpose the ball-gag was still in place yet he knew he was never going to make the mistake of talking back to Ms Danielle like he’d done the night before.
A pair of puppy-dog eyes on his face had the mascara running down from each. Ms. Danielle strode into the room while biting into an apple. A quick look towards the cage let her see how docile and passive her gurl looked. A simple motion with her index finger had Amber scampering close to the slight opening in the front of the cage. Bending into a squat Danielle removed the ballgag before standing back up. She drizzled some honey on to her toes and slid her foot close to the bottom of the cage. The naked Amber wasn’t going to speak or move until the budding t-gurl knew it was what his Domina wanted.
The woman liked seeing the pause knowing in the weeks and months ahead the obedience training would prove valuable in creating the kind of personal assistant she could trust.
She nodded her head and saw Calvin lower his mouth to have his lips lick her toes while relishing the taste of the honey.
“You’re getting there yet you’re still not ready…I have just the thing.”
It was the only words spoken between them. Danielle lifted the cage and silently carried it out to put it on the back of her open truck-bed of her luxurious Ram 1500. He tried to hold on to the bars yet the satin mittens covering his hands made it difficult.
It was a short distance yet impressive enough. Having seen it before he was still amazed how strong she was figuring him to be at 145 and another 30 pounds for the cage. As she carried the piece he could feel the slight sway on his chest, a pretty pair of a-cups were making their way into a b-cup. A glance down had him looking to see how tiny his penis looked locked away in the chastity cage.
In front of the rear end of the white truck she pulled the baby bottle out from her back pocket, holding it to the bars she watched Amber suckle the nipple like any baby might needing to be fed nutrients.
Behind the wheel Danni as her friends sometimes called her pushed her finger to activate the Bluetooth, soon classical music was playing on the trucks sound system. The long drive out in the country was both calming and unnerving for Amber. What would people think when driving by if they saw him naked in the puppy cage?
Faure’s Cantique de Jean Racine finished playing leading into the Beethoven sonata. The moment he heard it the song activated the trigger within seconds the hypnotic voice inside his mind repeated the words that had been drilled into his subconscious the past months.
“My name is Amber and my life is now about becoming a woman….I am focusing on my changes…..I am transitioning into a very feminine woman….”
He had come back to her home after the wild night at Gelding fully convinced he was going to get laid. What he learned was Ms. Danni enjoyed primarily having her vagina attended to with a tongue. Early the following afternoon he made his way home knowing his heart was a flutter when he was with her. As so often happens it was her absence that made the feeling grow even stronger.
He sat at his desk at work all week hoping she would call or email. On Friday Danielle surprised him by waiting out in front in her Jaguar. The woman took him on a proper date where she began laying the foundation for a relationship that would have him guided along into a feminine world that would bring him to living in the Lady Pond the rest of his life.
Danni had come right out with it saying ‘I need a personal assistant and one who is comfortable being handmaiden to me among other things, I am a woman of means and substance and need to free myself most days of such mundane things as dressing and other ancillary tasks’.
Calvin looked at her and felt his heart leap when she added ‘I’d like to find a lover as well…..someone who will know their place yet be wildly in love with me’. She added ‘I only like females so if it’s a male he will be transitioning and accept all that comes with that kind of feminine lifestyle’.
All the following week he felt distracted at work before finally declaring ‘ I can’t do this anymore…whatever she wants I must be the one to do it’. He quit on the spot and let Ms, Danielle know he was willing to become her protégé.
The truck pulled up the steep slope before making a turn to the left and going a little further up to stop in front of a line of trees. Resting on his hips legs stacked and together one on top of the other Calvin gave a wiggle to his hips feeling the anal plug adjust. Danielle opened the back and attached a leash to his BDSM collar. The female hormones had been working enough he could feel the roundness of his bottom cheeks as he walked on all fours by her side.
Like a loving parent reprimanding an errant child his cage time was brief yet impactful. It is such a strange phenomena to be treated like a pet in some ways it’s a docile lifestyle where one accepts that an authoritarian figure is guiding their existence.
Danni brought him to the edge of the clearing before tying the chain of a leash to a tree. As she finished her phone rang. Taking the call the woman moved away until Calvin was out of her sight.
It’s been said by those that have researched the fight or flight dynamic that the male ego evolved from the centuries before when one had to worry about being eaten by lions, tigers or whatever. In modern times for the most part no such threat exists being deceitful the ego created imaginary fears so that one would think the ego inner voice was in charge.
Left out at the edge of the woods tied to a tree Calvin took to feeling the fears of being helpless to stop it should a physical threat present itself. The slightest noise from the nearby forest would set him off. In the other direction was the majestic look from off high on the cliff. He closed his eyes and took to pulling up his feminine meditation mantra. The fact that he knew it by heart spoke to how influential it had become.
“My name is Amber and my life is now about becoming a woman….I am focusing on my changes…..I am transitioning into a very feminine woman….My Mistress knows what’s best for me…she will be obeyed…she must be obeyed…my obedience brings me pleasure…Domina Danielle is my loving female authority figure…it is her vision for me that will bring joy to my life…..I like being her good gurl….I enjoy obeying my Mistress Danni…deep inside I’ve always known that I am a woman… …..I take my female hormones every day… they help my body in making my own estrogen….I love the feeling of estrogen flowing through me….I have always felt that ‘I am’ a woman….my name is Amber and my life is about becoming a woman…”
Amber chanted it silently over and over as though in an echo chamber its message the only thing he heard.
Leaning on a tree out of sight Danielle looked at him pleased with how far he had come along in his training under her authority ‘yes dear you’re discovering the truth of the spiritual axiom one will experience whatever they say after the words I am. Danni came back with a blanket under her arm walking up she hovered over him remaining silent. Calvin’s eyes never left hers had they looked a little lower they may have seen the outline pressing against the fabric of her jeans.
“Is my Amber going to be a good gurl from now on?”
She said it as she cleaned up the mess the mascara made from his crying with a few alcohol treated wet wipes.
“Yes Ms. Danni…I’m sorry I’ll never backtalk like that again Maam.”
Danielle smiled as she refreshed his eyeliner and mascara.
“I should hope not or you’ll discover yourself back in your puppy cage…..there now your pretty face is back.”
Loosening the leash she looked at her t-gurl liking what she saw as she spoke.
“I like sassy at times yet you’ll find it best not to be that way unless I approve….with your feminine intuition expanding you’ll be able to tell. Perhaps I call you ‘Nitro-babe’ from time to time because like nitroglycerin you can be volatile and must be handle with care.”
It brought a loving smile to his face on hearing the comment to know Danielle wasn’t always so serious.
His arms flew up and stayed around her broad shoulders. He had lost so much strength in his thin arms the past months he thought they looked prettier without any of his former male musculature.
“Oh Ms. Danielle I love you…I so enjoy when you lift me up to be in your arms, you're so much stronger then me.”
“I love you too my Amber, a gurl like you needs a strong woman in her life…I have something else you’ll like as well.”
At the edge of the cliff that overlooked the lush green valley below Danni lowered him onto the spread out blanket.
“Baby stand up on your knees and unzip me.”
The moment he saw it he moved to slip the 7” latex cock out from her pants. Pouting his lips he slid them on to start sucking the strap-on cock. His eyes lifted as if to ask ‘is this how you like it my Mistress’.
As any CD or Transgirl is aware of the value of being lubed and plugged regularly has its merits. Training the anal canal to accept length and girth will only make the experience even that more enjoyable. His penis kept benign and dormant in chastity had taken him to a place that he no longer regarded it as a primary sexual organ. The woman had eliminated the habit of wanking whenever he felt like instead stringing him along once a month she had milked her gurl in a clinical manner free of genuine pleasure.
Generous with the lube after pulling the butt-plug out she took up position and readied to mount her Amber. The act of surrender of Amber spreading his legs had Danielle feeling a surge of her female dominance.
If the world is at one finds it then he was to be treated to life as a t-gurl prey who enjoyed being penetrated as opposed to his old ways of being the alpha predator. Looking between his smooth hairless legs he took to watching every inch slide in. As the last of the 7” cock disappeared inside Amber’s head drifted back on feeling his maiden deflowering proceed.
Feet flat on the blanket knees bent arms along the side with the elbows tucked against his body much like any virgin he willingly accepted the thrusting from the strong woman. In some ways he had waited for so long to finally have to stop acting like someone he wasn’t.
In the past months Danielle had reminded him often that she thought he was a natural submissive ‘being turned feminine you will find my words will have truth in them’. It takes two to tango and soon he let his hips sway on feeling how good it was to have a cock inside him.
“Baby your titties are developing nicely yet we’re going to make sure you are a d-cup…one way or the other I won’t let you forgo the experience of having large milky breasts.
Amber took to moaning as Danni founds his g-spot of a prostate.
“Ohhhhh my goodness…..eeewwwww, eeewwwww Maam….your cock….ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh….it feels so nice.”
Amber’s thin arms and soft hands with their pretty polished nails lifted to Ms. Danni’s shoulders near her neck. The way the woman’s breasts blessed with large round areolas moved in timed motion looked so sexy. He tried to pull Danielle down to give her a kiss yet lacked the strength and felt the resistance. Danni held still wanting to use the moment to remind Amber the boy in him had been made into a weak girl with his days of controlling a female through physicality behind him.
The point made she lowered and assertively kissed Amber while driving her cock deeper. Amber let out a soft feminine grunt then smiled that smile a woman does when she feels a lover move to suck and play with her breasts while still fucking her.
The woman shorter hairdo was styled pretty with just the right amount of masculine hint to it to make Amber’s longer hair look even more feminine. The t-gurl whispered in her lover’s ear.
“Your cock makes me feel like I have a pussy between my legs domina.”
“I know your insides feels good yet just imagine how nice it will be when you do have your own vagina.”
Having focused the past months on becoming domesticated, docile and submissive he hadn’t contemplated the idea until just then.
“My own vagina…a pussy between my legs?”
Possessing dexterity as only a woman can do Danielle lifted her body from the waist up while keeping her hips in place to maintain the fucking motion. Her hands clasp the sides of Amber’s waspish tapered waistline a firm grip once more reminded the t-gurl of her strength.
“Yes beautiful large milky breasts deserve to have a real pussy below them….I’ve made the arrangements…you’ll have them both along with the right kind of submissive feminine attitude …..your SRS procedure will be next week.”
The woman quickened her motion as she flipped the button.
“Ohhhhh my…your cock…..ohhhhhhh it’s vibrating….ohhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh… I don’t think I can stop….ohhhhhhhhhm ohhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh I’m going to…..ohhhhhhhhhh …….ohhhhhhhhhh…I’m going to climax …….ohhhhhhhhhhh Ms. Dannni ….ohhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh Domina….i’m creaming, I’m getting wet…ohhhhhhhhhh, ….…..oooohhhhhhhh.”
Out of breath his chest heaving slightly giving a pretty sexiness to his perky b-cups he felt Danni lower down letting her full weight makes his seem inconsequential.
“I know it felt nice Amber yet you’ll find having a lovely flower of a vagina between your legs will make it feel a thousand times better whenever I fuck you.”
Amber stood in front of the mirror loving how pretty her brunette hair looked after the perm the afternoon before. The months of pain and discomfort of having her penis altered and replaced with a vagina had all been worth it. Having finished her dilation discipline moments earlier her arms lifted to adjust the part of her hair. ‘What pretty curves I now have….. I’ve become the woman my Domina Danielle knew I could be.”
End of part 4……