‘Those were the days.’ by DLC's alyssa
The BDSM collar in place around his neck the woman stared at her former boyfriend as his arms secured at the wrists hung down from the ceiling in her den. The whimper soft and gentle was so unmasculine-like as it escaped from his mouth.
“There baby…I know how much you like to think of how things used to be….yes those were the days my friend…… you thought they’d never end.”
The legs turning shapely from months of wearing them if not for the 3’ pumps Patrick Dunbar would need to stand on his toes with their tips colored. The pretty black bra trimmed in lace edging moved slightly upward as his hands squirmed despite the futility of the act.
Lydia Stevens let her hand roam around what was now a thin waistline gone were the 40 extra pounds that came with the unsightly belly bump he used to carry around. He had gotten so used to keeping his body hairless that he now enjoyed the soft smooth silky feeling of skin well moisturized.
Yet there it was between his legs for anyone to see as his matching panties held their place pulled down along his upper thighs. A trademark mechanism allowed the chastity cage to be locked with no small padlock being visible on top of the restraint. Giving a quick jostle to his balls so different then before it pleased Lydia to see his penis made benign behind a locked chastity cage.
Taking in the scent of the Estee Lauder ‘Modern Muse’ perfume on his upper neck Lydia let her fingers touch his complexion free face where is beard used to grow. Now soft as a baby’s bottom 8 laser hair removal treatments had taken away the former symbol of male virility.
“Baby your pretty butt….I think its getting more rounded just like a woman enjoys …..remember how you resisted wearing a plug inside. Tell me darling does it remind you of what it might be like to have a cock inside you?”
Again the whimper came out softly from behind the ball-gag.
“And these delights….these mounds are no longer just little bumps.... an indication underneath the ducts….. I must tell you when the areola and nipples start to enlarge it’s the first sign that your breasts are growing….. and these nipple piercings with the attractive looking barbells…I think you know they are quite sexy in a feminine way.”
Her hand slipped inside to give a tweak to the nipple that was near a half-inch in length on an expanse of areola 2” across.
“Like your lovely stockings….soooo sensitive aren’t they sweetie. You’re learning nipples respond to your emotional state. I think its time we add a 2nd hole in your lobes for more earrings. My tattoo artist said he can do them while your tat’s are drying…right now I’m leaning towards having a band of flowers on your lower back. What will you think seeing a virile male give you a feminine looking tattoo?”
A nylon piece of twine tied at the knees keeping his legs mostly together had his body give off a sway like a buoy on a lake adjusting to the wake of a passing boat.
“I must be going if I want to be on time to meet my friends, Oh I do like getting together with other women to discuss the latest things. If they ask should I tell them what its like now that I’ve taken back in a boyfriend who once cheated on me?...do you think they’d enjoy knowing you answer to the name Ashley now? That you are developing all the things necessary to become a skilled housewife….I mean one that will enjoy giving up your last name and taking mine like any submissive wife most often does….yes they seem to lose their identity as though they’ve become just an extension of their dominant.”
“Iisstresss what iffff umone sees me from the ack ardddd?”
“What if someone sees you from the backyard?……Ashley dear I never try to guess what people are thinking. Lets have you start your session then I must be off.”
The hand reached out and picked up the ‘Beats’ head-phone’s.
Secured on his head letting the ponytail in back rest quietly between the two large ear pieces he soon heard the sound of the classical music begin in the back ground. If he really tried he could faintly hear the mental programming of the words seeping into his subconscious.
“My name is Ashley …..and my life is now about becoming a woman….I am focusing on my changes…I am transitioning into a very feminine woman…Domina Lydia is my Mistress and my mistress must be obeyed ….it feels pleasurable to obey my mistress ……my obedience brings me pleasure….my mistress knows what’s best for me.”
The soft instrumental sounds had his subconscious mind fading into trance letting his conscious mind drift back to that night things changed 10 months earlier.
The sign engraved on the smoked glass of the door read ‘Venus Rises Music and Entertainment Limited. president Lydia Stevens. Navigating the ever changing world of recording artists the woman had built a firm of singers and entertainers of all female clients. At 42 she’d been written up in trade magazines and industry on-line pieces.
The general consensus was no one knows how to party like those in the rock and roll business. Lydia hung up the phone after being assured everything was set for the record release after-party of the band ‘Honeytrap’. A quick text told her boyfriend Patrick to meet her at the event.
Their latest release had been streamed over 800,000 times in four days across the 7 continents. Openly ‘Bi’ the lead singer Lisbeth Tremont was the driving force of the band known for its feminist lyrics.
By 9 that evening the party was getting lift-off. Kept busy with industry insiders in search of the loo 2 hours later Lydia just happened by the back area known as ‘blow job alley’ at the club called ‘Sin no more’.
Walking out still drying her hands she couldn’t help yet think the voice sounded familiar.
“Oh yea…fuckin’ ’A’ bitch suck me dry….I love blow jobs....you're nothing but a female born to please a male.”
Balling up the wet piece of paper she nonchalantly tossed it in the direction of the kneeling female and the standing male in the near dark. Call it instinctual yet the male turned around. The moment his eyes saw that his girlfriend Lydia's were staring back Patrick knew he’d been busted.
From her knees the young tart looked up at him as he pulled off.
“Hey don’t you want me to give you a ‘happy ending’? who ever heard of stopping a blow job in mid-stream.”
Seeing Lydia’s glare she scurried to her feet barking out ‘I thought you told me your were single’.
The woman’s words were short and to the point before walking away.
“We’re through….leave now.”
He walked by Lydia standing with the lead singer Lisbeth a few minutes later who’d clearly known what had happened.
“Estrofem and spironolactone.”
Lydia looked at Lisbeth.
“It’s for t-girls…put him on the train to new Lady Land…let him feel what it’s like to become a woman. I give it to some of my male groupies plus I have a set of hypnotic files for them to listen to. The hormones change their endocrine system and the audio files turn them docile and submissive. They soon accept and believe that they were meant to be gurls all along. ’
Lisbeth took a slug of her beer.
“There is nothing quite like the feeling of taking a male and turning him trans…it’s a power thing. You have the pussy so you should make the rules….he’ll come begging back to you watch….males always do they never know how good they got it until it’s gone…..that's when you strike."
Another pull on the beer bottle had Lisbeth smiling.
“I wrote about it in my hit ‘Beggin’ to please’ on the ‘Matriarchy Rising’ album.”
She lightly sang out in perfect pitch…”T-girl delights begging to please…chocked full of hormones taking ‘em to their knees….for all to see Boobies a growin’...livin' in a gurls world is what they’ll be knowin’.”
Lisbeth held the beer near her mouth.
“Just say the word ‘Boss-Lady’, my dealer will drop off a 6 month supply and I’ll have a file sent with the hypnotics.”
Her hand reached out to rest on Lydia’s arm.
“Hey look you took me from street punk babe to have my name and my group known throughout the western world…not to mention a net worth of 40 million…it’s the least I can do Lydia. You know this feminist stuff I sing about isn’t just theory with me I truly believe woman are the superior specie.’
Lisbeth downed the rest of her beer.
“Besides you’ll have fun doing it if you stay on top of his blood work….a Mistress I met in Vegas turned me on to doing it. I let her know you’re interested. You ever meet a Dominatrix? You know what the acronym BDSM means? Hell they’ve done more to help advance the cause of woman then people give them credit for. I wrote about that in my song ‘Domina knows best’….you ever listen to my songs? Wait I take that back, no offense you’re too busy building the brand of female bands like mine and your company."
Lydia put her hand on the shoulder of Lisbeth.
“We’ve come along way since that morning at day break I helped you fend off those desperadoes and kick their ass. Quite a pair we made….a street punk who couldn’t see her talent and a woman with a black belt who wouldn’t bend to the will of the male boss who fired her the day before….. Send me everything Mabel.”
“I think you’re the only one who remembers my birth name…geez-ussss…what kind of parents would saddle their girl in this day and age with that name…..done boss I’ll have them out in no time…and he will come back mark my words. The first few weeks you won’t see anything from the hypno’s yet as the weeks move into months and the female hormones do their thing he’ll soon believe he was meant to be a submissive girlie girl all along.”
“Yes .....he is in for some changes when he does comes back.”
Lisbeth looked Lydia in the eye
“Start him on the diet right away, the thinner the better…you know he’s going to be pretty…very pretty. It totally freaks them out when they see their breasts grow into full-rounded milky tits. Do what Dominatrix Ling Lee suggests….she’s Asian by the way…the art of mental torture is in their blood and DNA.”
Patrick could feel the gentle sway of his developing breasts as he hung waiting for his Domina to return. The days of being a cocky little shite had given way to a wave of gentleness and obedience to Lydia he couldn’t explain. Happily he agreed to accept her as what she called his ‘Loving Female Authority’ figure. A strict regimen of dieting that included daily doses of pills intended to have him ‘get in touch with his emotions’ was part of their new arrangement.
Lydia had been up front about it.
“You’re in need of change, you should experience what a woman goes through …it’s the only way I’ll take you back so your choice.”
Quick to agree he blurted out his answer.
“Yes Lydia I’ll do what ever you want me to.”
At the time he merely thought he was telling Lydia what she wanted to hear. Yet change did come in a way he’d never expected.
A woman of means she removed him from the work force that often supported his belief in male privilege.
Unaware to their true impact he took to listening to the audio hypnotic files while he adjusted to life as a stay at home ‘boyfriend’ who was learning the art of domestication.
As many a ‘housewife’ has discovered a mind becomes addled when doing the cleaning and the like around a home. If anything it opened his mind up to accepting his new status in the relationship despite the gender role reversal of it.
Mistress Ling Lee called it fulfilling ‘Vagina Envy’ and ‘Jealousy of the feminine’ when he gleefully accepted his new style of clothing that included woman’s lingerie and girlish day-wear. Masculine tendencies were replaced with feminine interests the longer he stayed under her rule.
Yet it was her quest to have him adopt to submissive desires that most pleased the woman who was demonstrating the powerful influence femininity can be.
The feminine grooming schedule was adhered to skin softening facials, hot baths, body lotion moisturizing, hair removal from body waxing and laser treatments were stripping him of his malehood as he learned how to ‘put on a face’ awash in makeup and style hair that was growing luxurious long as time moved on.
The world of color was a new acquisition from nail’s sculpted and contoured to the selection of an array of soft fabrics he wore everyday. Words like estrogen, cyproterone androcur, t-blockers, Pueraria Mirfica, progesterone and Eflora-vaniqa cream were gradually introduced into his vocabulary with one exception…the word ’lactation’. Lydia intended to save that until he was ready to produce its milky substance in front of her vision.
Patrick’s head picked up hearing two voices speaking as they moved through the hallway. He could feel the hoop hearings give off a jiggle.
“Once the cabinets are finished I have other things that need the trained eye of a skilled carpenter James.
“Yes Maam, I need all the work I can get.”
“You do good work….It’s why I want to reward you with a treat.”
“I may be exclusively gay yet a t-girl is sort of gay right? I meant they are under the flag of the LGBTQ community.”
“I don’t get too hung up on titles or categories when you label me you limit me. People are people they’ll most often do what they want even if it disappoints another.”
Lydia strolled in and removed the headphones knowing his gentle submissiveness always spiked after his daily mental conditioning.
“Baby…have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes Domina I was wrong to question you earlier today.”
James stepped forward and cupped Patrick’s balls under the locked chastity cage.
“Not very big in the penis department huh?”
“My darling most often calls it her clitty.”
At first ignoring him as though a piece of furniture Lydia looked at Patrick knowing today would be the moment he would officially receive his new name.The months of programming it into his brain simply needed it to be spoken out loud by him to act as a trigger.
“There darling….. let me hear your mantra…you know its been inside you for so long….tell me your name.”
The last gasp of his male ego brought a slight hesitation before it spilled forth.
“My name is Ashley and my life is now about becoming a woman.”
Using a virtual reality headgear piece once a week for two months he had been seeing images of long, stiff male cocks without any relief.
“Say hello Mr James.”
Softly sweet he replied.
“Hello Mr. James….my name is Ashley.”
Lydia motioned to James with her eyes. Taking off the tool-holster belt around his waist he slid his t-shirt off before slipping his jeans down.
“Do you see something you like Ashley?
Ashley let his tongue slide out and glide along his creamy upper lip as he shook his head ‘yes’.
Lydia at 5’ 10” without heels eased his hands down unhooking the handcuffs. Her mouth close to his ear she whispered ’I think the nice carpenter would like to see you help’. All it would take was a gentle push on his shoulders to have Patrick fall to his knees in front of James.
“Baby lets take off your bra…a girl like my Ashley likes to show off her breasts when giving head….watch how much he likes seeing your nipple piercings.”
Patrick turned to look with admiration at Domina Lydia. He felt so girlish just the right amount of uncertainty in his eyes let the woman know he was feeling docile and needed a push.
“Show your Mistress how much you like to suck on a cock…..lets have you on your knees honey….Yes my lovey Ashley is turning into such a pretty thing.”
Lydia pushed him gently down.
His hand came up to the space between his growing breasts holding still he felt the looseness once she unhooked his bra. Bending at the waist he slid his panties off. Near naked Patrick felt so sexy in just heels and stay up thigh high stockings.
“Here sweetie turn and I’ll touch up your lippy……why I think you may be ready to lactate for me…perhaps later I’ll have you do it Ashley.”
His own hands slid up to scoop and cup his expanding breast tissue. Bending his chin he pushed the nipple higher to lick at.
“Yes my darling Ashley …she’s ready to become a big girl…..I know just how to make that happen.”
Ashley’s sense’s had become highly tuned over the months he slithered on his knees to rest in front of James leisurely stroking the length of the shaft as he sat on the couch. Patrick’s nostrils flared recognizing the scent of the ‘Axe’ body spray for males he once used. A quick glance at his nails colored in red polish had his mouth lower tentatively onto the head of the cock.
Ashley let the moaning slip out slowly circling the girth he gently ran his hand up and down noticing Mistress Lydia sitting on the edge of the couch.
“That’s my girl…such a pretty cock…..let your lips slip up and down now.”’
It tasted too good to move his mouth off as his eyes looked at Domina Lydia slide her hands to cup his breast giving it a playful squeeze. Months of using breast pumps and nipple suckers to help encourage growth had paid off. He couldn’t explain why yet Ashley needed to pull back while stroking the cock so he could shake his ‘a-cups’ that were moving in to delightful pair of ‘b-cups’.
The first few weeks done every day he watched in amazement as his nipples became enlarged from using the nipple suckers. Aided by the female hormones and estrogen soon they pushed out near an inch looking full and pouted without receding. It was only Ashley and Lydia who knew of their new size yet anyone who may have seen them could only call them feminine nipples.
Patrick dropped his hands so he was on all fours while sucking up and down. The different angle allowed the hard penis to go further down his throat. Every time he lifted back up he let his lips curl along the shaft leaving it slick with saliva.
Grunting out in his deep masculine voice James looked at Lydia. Feeling so aroused it was all he could do to pull his cock out of Ashley’s mouth as he stood.
Lydia slipped into where he had been sitting. Getting her slacks off she enjoyed seeing the size of Patrick’s breasts as they hung down swaying to and fro crowned with hard nipples.
Lydia spread her hand in the middle separating the lips of her vagina having long since been trained to her pussy his lips pouted as she felt his tongue move inside her feminine treasure. Slowly gently his hands caressed her thighs as his lips tugged at the folds of her vulva entrance. A soft lapping had Ashley using the full length of his tongue licking her pussy.
“Yesssss…..you’re thinking about it my girl aren’t you?”
It was like she could read his mind.
“You’re wondering what it would be like to have your own pretty flower of a vagina between your legs……to have a soft little slit…a sensitive tiny clit….”
Patrick’s eyes lifted watching Lydia speak with his mouth glued to her labia while she untied his hair freeing the ponytail to let his hair flow all around.
Suddenly he felt the anal plug slide out being replaced by a lubed-up cock. Firm hands held at his waist made him feel weak almost helpless as James guided the hardness in and out.
“Maam she feels real nice…..I mean I got 7” and she nearly is taking it all.”
Thin at the waist it was easy for Mistress Lydia to lean forward and gently cup the face of Patrick.
“Let him go honey…the feeling that your barely holding on to…your days of being a male….surely you must feel him vanishing…..that’s it let the woman within take over….you’re far too pretty now to ever go back…it feels nice having a cock inside you….yes a world full of intimate wear awaits…pretty clothing and heels…make up and beauty salon appointments….lovely hairdo’s….cute aprons while doing your housework…why once you feel him come inside you you’re only going to want more of the same.”
Patrick knew she was right….he had gone too far…he was sitting on the edge of no return. That’s when he felt it a wave of estrogen engulfed him unlike any one he had before. His inner voice let her words come out pushing him over the edge into the deep end of the Lady pond.
“My name is Ashley….and my life is now about becoming a woman…I am focusing on my changes….I am transitioning into a very feminine woman.”
Patrick pushed his pretty butt back welcoming the cock deeper inside him. His eyes looked towards Domina as he took the fucking….. their meaning unmistakable ‘I need to be a woman…..I want to be ‘your’ woman’.
Ashley shrunk his shoulders in bringing his breasts more together his mouth forming an ‘O’ pouting without speaking. It was a girlish look of worry a look of feminine concern a sense that the unknown was about to be revealed.
James tipped his cards when he squeezed Patrick’s waist tighter then before. A girlish shake of his long hair and boobies had Ashley arch his back as way of welcoming it.
“Ohhhh Domina….eewww, eewww, eewww, he’s coming….ohhhhh, oohhhhh…he’s coming inside……eewww, eewwww, eewwww…he’s coming inside me….ooohhhhhhh, oooohhhhhhh….his cream…..eeww, eewww, eewwww…his cream its filling me.. ….ohhhh, ohhhh, it feels so warm….eeewwww, eeewwww,….it keeps coming…. I feel sooo stretched out…..eeeewwwwwww, eeeewwwwww it feels like he is breeding me....ohhhhh it feel's sooo goooood.”
James let his trademark finish leave an imprint. The cock out he pressed it on the lower back above the slit of the crack letting one final spasm of cream fall on the soft skin of Ashley. Having earlier been told to leave James quietly exited.
Lydia stood up while Ashley deep in subspace knelt on all fours. The woman wanted to moment to stay affixed in his mind she was his female superior and he was being turned trans. Filled with hot cream from the deflowering he was broken and would no longer have any resistance to becoming what she wanted for him.
An object of her pleasure and amusement, a puppet of her design and instrument of her will the demise of the masculine to the power of the feminine all were true yet the woman wasn’t without empathy. Lydia wanted a loving wife servile yet caring playful and pretty yet respectful. The surrender of his former gender eradicated into a fragile shell Ashley was now as some call it the 3rd gender.
3” shorter Ashley felt him self being lifted up into the arms of Lydia. Now physically stronger Lydia had watched his arms lose what many a male treasured replaced with a look free of musculature. He felt so small and helpless in her grasp as she carried him to her bedroom. On the look out for further reminders she whispered as they walked ‘not once, you never mentioned it…your little plaything was a secondary thought….I never heard the words my penis….it was like you no longer have one dear…it’s like it really is just a little clitty now’.
Sitting in her lap made him feel so adolescent.
"Just cup your boobie and give a squeeze near your nipple."
It took a moment yet he watched in amazement as milk began seeping out from the nipple. Again he squeezed it to see even more leak out.
"Like i said ...warm cream floating inside you...and now you can lactate too...such a big girl my Ashley."
Just for the heck of it Lydia slid her mouth over and nuzzled the breast's nipple pulling more milk out while he whimpered.
End of part one ...