'Those were the days.' pt 2
Lying on the leather pad legs lifted high Ashley looked on with wonder moving out from the center of his rosebud entrance the burst of colorful flower pedals looked as though to be in mid-season bloom. The realism of they’re appearance validated the reason why finding a highly skilled tattoo artist mattered. There was no other way to describe it hyper-feminine in its look the flower tattoo covering brought with a docile girlish feeling upon seeing it. No alpha male would ever have pretty flowers permanently affixed to his body.
“Even if I let you have a flower of a vagina grace itself between your legs this will still make for a nice complimentary piece that matches your nipple tattoos. Now its time for your belly-button piercing, a cute piece of jewelry will add to your girlish look.”
Sliding off the padded table he glanced to see the new pair of flower tattoos on his areolas as his nipples lifted up from the center.
“I pride myself in my work Maam…personally I think they look hot.”
The artist leaned forward to listen as Lydia whispered.
“Oh yes that would work.”
A simple point of her finger had Ashley slide to his knees. There was just something about making a cock go hard that now had it appeal to the t-girl. Slipping his lips back and forth along the shaft Ashley could sense the joyful feeling inside him. Once more he was making the connection 'my feminine body image and gentle persona could excite a male'.
The release party of HoneyTrap’s latest efforts coincided with a ‘get out the female vote’ drive. Being the bands leader Lisbeth Tremont listened to the question from the female reporter about her inspiration.
“Create, create, create….Cody I always try to just write all the time knowing inspiration will follow if I do it every day.”
Her eyes glanced over to see the two males in back. A smile on her face she commented to the reporter.
“I thought dinosaur rock was dead.”
“I guess they haven’t gotten the memo time has past them by Lisbeth….now your hit ‘Mine never goes soft’…so many of your male and female fans seem to relate to it.”
“Well for years the phallus symbol of a penis has been used to put women down….many a rock star would use a large cucumber wrapped in foil to give off the image they had a big cock instead of the little plaything they really had. You ever worn a strap-on Cody?”
“Can’t say that I have Lisbeth. I’m married.”
“’Mine never goes hard’ represents the fact that a woman can take what a male treasures and have it on her hips….using the very symbol of male virility against them the act becomes a femme power play…. Mind you I enjoy the odd cock from time to time. Perhaps the best thing invented to demonstrate a woman can please her self while not submitting to the male belief that only they have a shaft that brings pleasure….no more nights wondering if he’ll get hard and stay hard…how many times do they just fall asleep after getting their rocks off?”
Lisbeth saw the reporter shaking her head connecting with the comment.
“…. You take your husband with one and it may just turn him into a subby-hubby. You know he’s yours when you see that gentle pretty smile as a wave of contentment washes over him after welcoming penetration and the gift of warm cream its leave behind as a reminder. See Bruna my head security guard she fixed you up with one that squirts.”
“Moving on your hit ‘Chastity Please’….does it have an existential motive?”
“My punk ethos over the years gave way to a radical feminist bent. There are lots of males that have a submissive side that want to be put in chastity….and there are plenty that need to be put in chastity…believe me the world would be a lot better off if the male population was kept chastised. There also are many males that adopt quite well once handing over the control of their penis to a woman….let’s face it they just can’t keep their hands off it….the song speaks to the growing influence of the feminine in today's world.”
“I want to remember to ask about you’re trans song ‘Life in the Lady Pond’ but first speaking of awards earlier you said you have no interest in receiving any.”
A look at her bottle of craft beer Lisbeth tilted her head at the neck.
“Its rigged by males…they act like their discrimination doesn’t exist…...that’s why the CEO Deborah Dugan quit before handing out the music awards. She saw first hand the manipulation that goes on promoting male singers over females. The Golden Globes…fixed by the foreign press…Hollywood has no interest in inclusion….decisions are still made mostly by old white guys…no female directors for an ‘Oscar’…come on……so no I have no interest in awards…I get validation if my fans like my music.”
He had been known as a ‘rock-god’ that picked off underage ‘cherry’s’ back in the day. It was industry common knowledge some of the groupies were drugged held captive against their will and brought on the rest of the tour only to be discarded far from home in the city where ever the last tour date took place.
“We really got the lead out didn’t we Zed? ……those were the days my friend.”
Greying and balding Zed Pillen responded to his manger Zack Walters with the follow up phrase.
“We thought they’d never end…. in both our pencils and our guitars we got the lead out.”
Going no where fast on the comeback trail the two nearly broke rockers looked like they had crashed the party despite the bands history of misogyny in the past.
“Remember when you and Jocko rode your motorcycles through the hotel lobby….crazy days huh.”
“Yes had me a cute little tart sitting naked on back in the bitch seat. That was when we had money to burn…sure wish we would have kept some of that now.”
“Was that the one you handcuffed to the radiator in between shows?”
“I can’t remember I did it to so many.”
Lydia looked at the two as she stood speaking with the head of ‘Spinning Hits’ records. Despite its ‘old school’ name the firm was one of the industry leaders in streaming music mostly from the skill of Mary the company’s president.
“What are they doing here Mary?”
At 60 years old the woman had seen it all in the business. Mary Levin gave a look at the two males who stood out of place in the back of the room that was near full of industry females there to support the radical feminist’s bands efforts to sign up young feminine voters.
“To be honest I did it to return a favor for a friend of a friend I owed, they’re trying to make a comeback yet their album ‘Bullets over Bullocks’ is shite. They are hoping some label here might sign them.”
“You know you’re not English why do you use the word shite instead of shit?”
“I like how it sounds the British always have a way with words others don’t…speaking of shit their songs are rubbish. I heard them they are out of date. They had their run they came up in a time when women were treated as supporting vocalist’s and musicians by the bands leaders…it was always ‘here is a little Lady why not clap your hands and show her some support’….as though they weren’t entitled to support to begin with. There were many a group in both Country and Western and Rock where the woman was the one with the talent yet got none of the credit.”
“Or any of the money either is my guess. That look on your face…what is it?”
“Nothing it’s just that me and a friend met Zed when I was young and naïve an he tried to get me back to his hotel room after the concert. I don’t know if he’d even remember….he nearly ruined the life of my buddy…took her on tour with them and got her hooked on smack. After they dumped her it took Ellen 5 years to get clean, she runs a rehab center in Seattle been sober for 40 some years now. If any one needs a ‘comeuppence’ from ‘Mother Kharma’ it’s Zed and his manager Zack.”
Mary took a sip of her chardonnay.
“You know how at some shows Lisbeth take’s some male fans and bring them along the feminine path….”
Lydia looked at the woman. She had always known Mary to be more Bi-Comfortable then Hasbian having been a ‘LUG’ a woman who was a ‘lesbian until graduating’ from college.
“Yes by my way of thinking they’re given the gift of femininity….you know how much of a radical feminist both her and I am ….if I had my way I’d have all males learn about female supremacy. I’m up front about it I’ve never had an issue about that and neither has Lisbeth and her fans.….besides that there is no coercion …..she tells them from the beginning what will happen if they decide to stay with ‘Honeytrap’ on the tour. Hell there plenty of boys all over the age of 21 that want to be up near the stage in the bands groupie section”
“…it’s just that it would be ironic Lydia if both their 25 year old sons learned the way of the feminine…I gave Zack 2 tickets for the next HoneyTrap show for their boys I heard they are fans of Lisbeth ….I’m guessing being out of touch Zack and Zed don’t know just how influential Lisbeth and her music is….or for that matter what happens willingly to some of their male followers.”
Only found at concerts the air in the 12,000 seat auditorium had the unique smell that came from the mingling of marijuana, incense, perfume and estrogen from the mostly female crowd. Designed to empower young women with them being the majority of attendee’s only 500 tickets were allotted out to males to purchase. The small section in front of the stage was filled with a mere 50 males corralled being treated as adoring groupies.
Looking like twins at 6’ 2” the head of security Bruna and her assistant Breanna had the two beefy lesbians dolling out buttons for the after-show party. Woman what ever their age would get buttons that had ‘Rosie the Riviter’ flexing her muscled arm while males got a trans flag colored button.
On the lookout for the two 20-something boys named Trent and Lance picture in hand Bruna kept a close watch as though a predator seeking its prey.
As the lights went down the bass drum began to beat loudly. Bolting on stage the group of 4 women blasted out the trademark opening song ‘Rise up sisters’. A banshee like scream primal in nature was Lisbeth’s way of conveying at the end of the song it was not the usual boy band on stage.
‘Power’s at the polls’ the follow up number was a reminder for any female there to register to vote at tables set up next to the concession stands.
Standing in the groupie section Zed’s son Lance looked at his friend Trent.
“Lisbeth seems even more powerful in person…do you think she’ll play ‘Chastity please’?”
Trent the son of Zack shook his head letting his long hair swing back.
“I hope so…can you imagine what it would be like to be put in chastity by a woman….ohh they idea sends me. Do you think the rumors are true about the song?...... that she picks a male or two out from her crowd and takes them to ‘Life in the Lady Pond’ as the tour moves along?
Both possessing a body that was thin and lithe free of much of any arm musculature the two looked at each other without answering. 18 songs followed before the band came back out for the encore.
The crowd in the dark but for the image on the screen the loud wining of the opening chords grabbed their attention.
The image of a ‘Venus fly trap’ appeared on the oversized screen behind the band for all to see. It soon took to moving as it morphed into the image of a living and breathing flower that looked like the glistening pedals of a vagina…to the delight of the predominantly female audience one by one images of innocent naïve looking males slid close to it only to be devoured by the flower of a vagina.
Drenched in sweat Lisbeth cocked her hip balancing the Fender guitar on her thigh she wailed out at the ’mic’.
“Hold still those beating hearts….better kick his ass before your affair starts….”
The singer held still letting the lead guitar blast out the signature 3 chords.
“I ain’t gunna be no blushing bride….I’m the kind of woman that will steal your pride….”
Lisbeth looked down to see Lance and Trent in the male groupie section thinking ‘oh that’s them’. With words gone unspoken she looked at Bruna letting her eyes identify the two male preys before singing.
“…Get on your knees….I want you begging to please….”
A blood-curdling scream followed..
“AAAAAhhhhhhhh…..eeeeeeeeeeeeeee….A radical femme to serve….is what you deserve…”
“The meter is running…the clock is ticking……get that tongue out and get to lickin’.”
The crowd went wild with many females putting their hands spread wide in the middle up to their mouth displaying the urban symbol for licking pussy.
Watching as they unplugged the guitars Trent saw Brianna looking their way. Lisbeth kept her electric six string slung over her shoulder as she strolled along the edge of the stage grateful for the applause. Spotting a young girl at the side she spun the guitar in her hands before tossing the Fender to the female fan.
Walking back she looked down at Lance and Trent. Her hand ran along the outline of the strap-on cock under her jeans still present after having sung ‘Mine never goes soft’. Trent’s body sent off a quiver on seeing it. Lifting her hand she raised two fingers and pointed at Trent and Lance sure Bruna was watching. Lance unbuttoned his shirt exposing some of his hair-free chest.
One last shout out at the ‘mic’ had Lisbeth declaring ‘the Pleasure is all mine…thank you all’.
As the male groupie section was let out Bruna’s hand went and held Trent and Lance to stand at the side along with the 4 other males selected. Breanna affixed the button to their shirt. It was the practice of the security guards to choose males allowed to go to the after party.
Trent looked at Lance before speaking.
“We’re going…..can you believe it….Lisbeth picked us out.”
They were called ‘blueberry muffins’ or muffins for short by the security team blue for the balls they’d get once put in chastity and muffins for its effeminate implication.
As though a trophy to be put in display Lydia had her t-girl Ashley looking pure ‘Rock n Roll’ elite in a pair of white ankle length semi-sheer skintight leggings, 4" matching pumps and a cotton-candy pink halter top awash in glittering sparkles that did little to hide his nipple piercings on the pair of c-cup breasts.
Having learned how to roll her butt cheeks the dark lace of his thong pressed against the fabric on each step Ashley took. A dozen silver bangles on his right contrasted with the Diamond tennis bracelet on his left wrist whose hand had his finger holding the 100% Certified Conflict-free 4-carat Diamond engagement ring.
Near out of sight the small ‘Adams apple’ was hidden behind the velvet choker with a single tear-drop pearl dangling down. A ‘Stevie Nicks’ of a look Ashley's long full-bodied blond hair framed his made-up face as it drifted past the t-girls naked shoulders.
“Come here babe…I was telling Mary just how pretty you’ve become now that you are on the path to being a post-op t-girl….doesn’t she look sexy without her bra?”
Full of female hormones Ashley felt a blast of estrogen as the t-girl slithered close to his woman. Thin and weak his arm slid around the woman’s waist.
Mary Levin had remembered him back when he had been an arrogant male full of himself. How many times she couldn’t recall when he had cheated on her. European in its look a flash of lingerie peeked out from Mary’s blouse as a wry condescending smile came on her face as Mary took his appearance in.
“Lets have a look at you girl…those nails so pretty, so long… is that Kobalt blue polish? so hip looking…..do I detect something missing? What a lovely flat smooth appearance.”
The woman let her hand drift down between his legs to where his balls had once hung.
Her eye caught Mary’s who saw her looking at Lydia’s ears as she pushed her finger against the metallic earring.
“The balls still hang yet now they are on my ear lobes…don’t they make for an attractive pair of earrings…safe and benign I like how they shine now that they’ve been silver-plated.”
Mary moved in for a feminine hug with Ashley.
“No more ‘Patrick problems’…you’ll love the feeling of having a slit between your legs…..I don’t know any women that don’t.”
As her eyes lowered she saw the hint of the lower back flower tattoo.
Pulling away she held Ashley’s hand by the finger-tips.
“Give me a half spin gurl.”
Her head turned towards Lydia after seeing the band of flowers with intermittent vines woven in the design along with the wording.
“Property of Domina Lydia…. what a nice sentiment….I see you’ve made your mark on your T-gurl. You always were an alpha woman Lydia.”
“Ashley honey turn to the front lets have you show the others off.”
Spinning while standing in place Ashley lowered the edge of her pricey Prada leggings to show off the tattoo on her bikini line. The attractive belly button jewelry swaying a soft girlish voice had her speaking politely.
“They’re Chinese characters…they spell my name out …Ashley.”
Arching his back the formerly named Patrick lowered the halter top just enough to show off the flower tattoo on each areola crowned with nipples holding barbell piercings.
Mary couldn’t help but comment.
“That’s fuckin’ hot ladies.”
Ashley felt good about being called lady as she jiggled her pair of luscious breasts.
“Yes Mary….the tattoo artist thought so as well.”
At 60 the woman had given up hope they would ever return to their former buoyancy.
“I remember when I had a perky pair of boobies…those were the days…I thought they’d never end.”
End of part two…