Twinkle Twink little stars... part 4
To look at the home from the street one would have thought everything was normal inside. That said there is a theory out there that contends ‘normal people’ aren’t normal either.
Wilma was pleased at how her rope tying skills had improved over the months had she been a boy scout she may have even won an award or ribbon or two.
“Who owns this?”
Giving a tug on the locked dick Wilma looked at Bill.
“You do Ms. Wilma.”
It came down fast and hard, the paddle near broke skin as she raised it to once more let fly with another few hits.
“Call me Mistress Wilma when addressing me, how many times do I have to remind you? Ms. Wilma is a sign of deference for when we are out together.”
Was this the same woman whose homemade tri-bean salad was the hit of every 4th of July weekend block party the last 4 years?
Arms high in the air with his wrists tied by the rope looped around the pipe near the ceiling in the basement Bill thought about how authoritative his spouse of 14 years had become.
In 3 short months she had completely flipped the power dynamic within their marriage. He could feel himself falling deeper into the BDSM world of submission to a dominant. He had secrets he never thought he’d tell being exposed. A week earlier having disclosed his password the cherished list of his bookmarked internet searches were revealed telling Wilma her husband wasn’t who she thought he was all these years. It was there the woman saw his interest in looking at dominant women and T-Gurls was part of what got him off.
“Now I ask you who owns this?”
“You do Mistress Wilma.”
“Would a real male, let his cock be locked and owned?”
“No mistress.”
Bill had discovered the fetish of domestic discipline heightened his awareness while refocusing his thoughts and behaviors to those of obedience to a dominant woman who was taking over his life.
“You know what people say there are two kinds of males, those who admit they masturbate throughout the week and liars….now your penis will be called ‘Mistresses little prisoner’ and we’ll have no worries about when you will do it. That decision is left up to me your mistress.”
Emily slipped the key in the lock before putting it on a long pendant necklace. Slowly just to tease him she laid it between the cleavage of her milky breasts resting displayed in her lace bra.
The woman held up what looked like some type of attachment. Moments later it was affixed to his chastity cage.
“Now should I discover like I did last week you trying to have any unsupervised wanking despite your cage we’ll have you wear this.”
The woman slipped her fingers in and shook the piece.
His head flew back as he screamed out.
“Wow, that hurts.”
“Yes its called the ‘shock the cock’ attachment….now you know how you’ll react having ‘Mistresses little prisoner’ given electric shocks.”
“No Maam, I promise not to play with myself.”
Just saying it made him sound like an immature adolescent.
Once more her actions dropped him into sub space.
“So I’ll ask it again…..you’re telling you’re not a real male correct?”
He hesitated just a little too long, seconds later she swatted out five hard ones that were enough to bring tears of wetness to his eyes.
”So I‘ll say it again you’re telling me you’re not a real male, not a credit to your gender?”
“No Maam I mean yes Maam I mean you’re right Mistress I’m not a real male.”
“When then I have no good reason to call you by the name I’ve used in the past…isn’t that correct? Perhaps I should change it to one that’s not identified with your…..how shall I put this…..your current gender.”
“Yes Mistress.”
He held still as she applied the lipstick it glided on smoothly giving him the feeling his masculinity had just became even more diminished.
Bill felt one foot then the other being lifted only to feel the unmistakable presence of stockings being eased up his leg. Next a pair of high heels were being being slipped on that had a high ankle strap. Seconds later the small padlock was locked into place. Slipping a garterbelt around his waist she tugged on the frilly band of the stay-up’s to adjust it as she spoke.
“If you don’t deserve a male name then you must want me to call you by a feminine one. I’ll tell you this when one gets used to being called a name it becomes part of them and who they are. Look at Lady Gaga that wasn’t her real name yet that is what she is. If you say Lady Gaga every one knows what you mean, am I right?”
“Yes Mistress”
“Of course I am Debra as for your old name we shall not speak of it again.”
Bill realized on hearing it the woman had just named him….. Deb, Debbie or Debra there was no hint of masculinity to it no matter how one said it.
Made easier with him having facial epilator treatments applied weekly creating smoothness much like any woman with a makeup bag in hand she demonstrated how skilled she was at putting on a pretty appearance to his look.
“Go ahead Maid Debra turn and have a look at how pretty you are.”
Hearing the moniker added to his new name he could feel himself getting aroused looking into the hand mirror that Wilma held.
“The petticoat discipline quarterly huh, what an interesting site.”
His eye’s dropped on hearing knowing she now was aware of all his closely guarded secrets of his bookmark searches.
His face turned feminine looking wearing makeup Debra’s first steps in high heels came after the woman untied him to let him walk around the room while she took pictures.
Wilma next had him slumped over the new 4’ high padded leather piece with wooden legs. Once more he was secured leaving his butt exposed. She smiled seeing the ‘T’ shaped anal plug between his bottom cheeks.
Psychologists call it the ‘pain-pleasure dynamic’ when feeling pain one needs to find pleasure. Looking like he was over a barrel Wilma propped a mirror on the folding chair so he could see his face on each hit. Next to it was a strap-on harness with a 6” latex phallus.
The woman began the systematic spanking swatting his fanny hard with the wooden paddle. Open-minded enough to listen to advice she had asked Emily what she meant when she used the acronym ‘SDS’.
‘Same damn spot’ Wilma, have the paddle land on the same spot and he’ll turn from an adult into a whimpering child right before your eyes. Precisely locating them on each hit she quickly got the hang of it. He would clench his cheeks driving the anal plug in deeper while he looked at his face displaying the humiliation he was experiencing. Having lost count as she neared a hundred he took to blubbering. Nearing the next hundred he thought he was going to pass out.
“Boy that sure feels warm dear….I have just the thing to make you feel better..”
After lightly touching his cheeks turned deep red she walked around and let Debra see her pull the strap-on harness up her legs over her hips to secure it.
Many a woman when she first starts wearing a strap-on always strokes the cock of the piece imitating what she has often seen a male do with his penis.
“Yes the nice thing about this is mine never goes soft like yours has been known to do.”
In back she slid the t-shape anal plug out before generously lubing Debra up. It’s been said newbie fresh meat cherry inmates in jail are often turned the moment they realize they are to be penetrated.
The pleasure part of the pain-pleasure dynamic was about to happen. Debra’s head lifted leaving him little choice but to look at the mirror as he felt the cock slide in. It felt odd to have Wilma be the one to put her hands on his hips like he had done so often to her when fucking the woman.
In and out in and out she pushed the cock developing an even pace.
“Ohhh I like the feel of doing this honey…is it as good for you as it is for me?”
With both seeing it they watched his face letting her know it was as good for him as it was for her. One couldn’t say exactly when yet the pleasure increasing Bill was crossing over into the place of a submissive that took to enjoy being the passive one getting fucked. From behind Wilma slid her fingers into his hair with one hand lifting his head up while she shagged him. Her other took to slapping his fanny aware many a male like to make a woman feel submissive at the loss of control that came with being spanked and fucked.
Wilma leaned down laying the softness her loose breasts to press on his back.
“Woman just love letting their breasts swing back and forth when being taken from behind…..can you imagine how nice you’ll feel when your own will swing like that?”
The idea percolated in his mind the thought that he might one day have his own boobies both scared and excited Debra. It sounded so girlish as Debra moaned out. The more she fucked him the more he liked the feeling. Wilma knew the time had come so she readied to flip the button to ‘on’
“Baby now you know why I spanked you so hard, those stings of pain gives contrast to the pleasure you feel. Now you’ve discovered you enjoy having a cock inside you can you imagine what it would be like if my cock started to vibrate? Watch what happens when I keep it all the way in.”
The phallus stared buzzing as she switched it to high. Estrogen in his body Debra voice lilted out the sound.
“Oh mistress, oh mistress oh mistress please keep fucking me it feels sooo nice having you inside me.”
Both butt cheeks began to spasm as he felt his cock close to creaming.
“Darling you’re getting wet…that’s so feminine honey…your little joy-clit wasn’t even touched yet you’re coming like a woman…..seems to me you’d like more of the same from now on.”
Into their 4th month by two that Friday afternoon Wilma had accumulated abundance of pictures of ‘Maid Debbie’s’ look. Her e-photo album would find the weeks and months ahead having many more adding to it. The rooms of the home having camera’s installed just that morning she had gotten kick out of watching him on the go-pro feed.
He slipped the maids uniform off the hanger, spinning he held it up to his body wearing the matching panties and cami top while twisting and turning to see if he liked it. It would be the first of many moments of indecision in the next 10 minutes.
Both hands reached in pulling out two different kinds of working-maid uniforms from his closet. Holding one on hanger away from his body he slid the other one in front. Again he twisted and looked to see if ‘it was right’. He next switched and held the other one in front. Out loud he asked himself.
“What heels would go best with this?…wait wait she’ll want me in the 3’ black patent leather pumps…oh that doesn’t work if I wear this one.”
Reaching back in he pulled a 4th hanger out.”
Making his choice he laid it on the bed and sat to put on his makeup. He slowly was getting better at putting on his feminine face and combing out and styling his lengthening hair. By now there was plenty to work with in creating a pretty look to it.
Hints of breast and nipple growth could be detected wearing a camisole under it the maids uniform was practical in nature while still displaying feminine touches such as the matching white trim on the sleeves and peter pan style collar. A crisply ironed bib apron had a large enough bow in a back it looked pretty when tied.
“Yes Maid Debra hold on …. Have you finished the laundry…..is that why you’re here? Did you already do your ironing, Just a second I think I’m almost finished.
Over the woman’s shoulder Debra could see her loading an email up.
“Oh darn, did I just do that?.….usually I’m pretty good with a mouse yet I think I just sent the whole attachment file of pictures of you to your work colleagues and friends contact list.”
His heart dropped and he fell to his knees at her side hoping it wasn’t true.
“I’m afraid our little secret is out Debra.”
The words burst the bubble of secrecy he’d been projecting to those he knew outside the doors of their home. The idea that others knew seemed to pull him closer towards the lady pond.
“Perhaps its time you leave that job anyway why I have plenty of things for you to do at home as you have already discovered.”
3 more months had passed before it became an accurate statement. It was gone completely gone the belly bump of a beer belly of a few years back had been replaced with a flatness that women enjoy. So too were all the hair follicles on is face that had allowed him to grow his beard out for the playoff run of his favorite team.
As anyone who has worn them will tell you having a tucked chastity caged locked on pointed lower in panties and an anal plug slipped into place between soft cheeks just makes one move differently when walking wearing their heels.
“Lets check the figures Debra.”
One foot in front of the other as though staying on an imaginary straight line Debbie stepped towards Mistress Wilma. Slipping out of his high heel pumps he stood on the scale looking like a contestant for a beauty contest overly concerned about her weight.
“Very nice, 143, month after month you’ve managed your way to a thin figure dear.”
Stepping off it before next slipping back into his heels with a delicate touch to his movement he heard her making the comment.
“Let’s call it 142 since you do have your metal chastity cage on. That means you’ve earned a reward.”
The dresser drawers in Debra’s room mysteriously had begun accumulating new pieces of expensive feminine intimate wear the past few weeks. Bra and panty and garter sets started appearing along with camisoles, teddies packs of stay up thigh high stockings, cute casual socks and even a pair of corsets.
There were other factors that added to the way he moved. It had been many months earlier when he first felt a vibrator slide into his anal canal yet now it was something he looked forward to. Sitting down he lowered carefully being guided by his hips onto the bench seat at his vanity table. Debra kept his legs together at the knees as though protecting a treasure that lay between them. Giving a hip slide adjustment due to the presence of the anal plug he had long since taken a comfort in feeling it inside.
Wilma slipped next to him letting her hand adjust the few stray strands of hair that fallen out of place. Slipping them behind his ear she softly touched his 2” hoop earrings. Her hips remained pointed straight while the woman turned at her waist to pull Debra in for a hug.
She had always believed a woman is superior being able to raise the body temperature of a male and take his breath away at the same time was a couple of the reasons why.
Debra felt his breath changing as she kissed him. Wilma slid her hand to run over the delicate bra. Moments later it slid inside giving a tweak to Debbie’s expanded nipples.
“Tell me you like it sweetie….being able to do you own make up, style your hair and slip into your lingerie…… you can feel her coming out….the woman within…..she has been revealed. ….You know now she is not going to go away she is only going to grow stronger.”
Her hand slid along the panty waistband as her fingers lowered it.
“It makes you feel sexy doesn’t it…to have your name ‘Debra’ tattooed on your bikini line….and the band of flowers look so lovely flowing underneath it.”
Debra looked at his Domina and then down at the tattoo. He shook his head and smiled.
“Baby it’s time she comes out permanently, we’ve kept you in the cocoon in our home yet boats weren’t build to stay in the harbor. We’ll have a simple trip to the fresh garden market, it’ll be nice to go out shopping on a Saturday without pretending your still a male. I’ll put you in something casual yet feminine enough to let you feel your girlishness.”
“Yes Mistress Wilma I feel nervous, I mean will people recognize me? Do you think I can pass?”
His eyes drifted once more to the strap-on cock she wore. Wilma took notice and used her hand to guide his fingers to the hard latex piece. It was brief yet it was there his face beamed out a feminine smile while looking at his French tipped nails. It let her know he’d grown more comfortable being turned trans.
“That’s it darling glide it up and down just like you used to do in those silly moments when you masturbated yourself.”
The woman held still as Debra slid her fingers back and forth along the shaft. Biting his lip slightly he looked at Wilma.
“Go ahead darling it’s a natural urge for one so pretty looking.”
His head lowered as his mouth opened. Wilma let her hand rest on top as though guiding him while he sucked on her strap-on.
Oral fixation is an interesting dynamic the more one satisfies it the more they want to feel the sensations over and over. Wilma just let her budding t-gurl keep on sucking while whispering in his ear.
“Debra darling…you’d love the feeling of a male cock in your mouth…the way it seems to swell when you’ve made it hard….the taste of the pre-cum juice wetting your lips….thats it dear….I already know what’s going to happen next….”
Her hand roamed down her gurls back giving gentle touches along the way.
“…. Now that you feel it inside your mouth you’re going to want to feel it moving inside your body.”
Debbie let her eyes look at Mistress Wilma who nodded her head.
The t-gurl slid up and into position. A moment later the anal plug was removed clanging to the floor making the loud noise after she dropped it.
“Just slide down it …go slow take it in gently…your opened up yet you must always be careful….as much as you’d like to think you have a pussy between your legs you don’t…at least not yet.”
Debra rode the cock and looked deeply into her Domina’s eyes letting her see the look of love they possessed.
“Yes a vagina feels so nice…so pretty in its design…so lovely to show off.”
Debbie was moving up and down on the piece with measured strokes all the while listening to his domina. The coconut oil had given the T-gurl skin that any female would enjoy having soft to the touch Wilma’s hands gently brought goose-bumps to rise as she glided her fingers over his body.
Wilma undid the bra hooks letting Debbie feel how nice it is to have a pair of b-cups breasts bounce on his movements.
“That’s it darling let her out you’ve made soooo much progress these past months the woman within wants to be set free.”
Slip sliding up and down Debbie scrunched her shoulders inward making them seem smaller to be closer to her woman. His hands went and rested softly along Wilma’s shoulder while he kept bouncing.
“Ohhhh it’s coming Domina, I’m getting so close….it feels so nice.”
“There baby, grind down on it…a woman likes to feel like she as all of the cock inside her……when you have your own real pussy you’ll know what I mean.”
The words came put sounding like a forgone conclusion yet Debra looked at her mistress.
“Sweetie I won’t have to force you……no….you’ll ask me to give you the gift of femininity that having a vagina brings with…..think how pretty you’ll feel hooking your thumbs in to slip out of your panties knowing you have a pussy between your legs.”
Hearing her talk about it was all he needed to put him over the top. The former heft of his once masculine chest now gone he arched his back allowing the thin frame to better highlight his budding breasts as he shook them proudly.
“A vagina…my own vagina…..eeeewwww, eeeewwwwwww oh yessssssss, yessssssss.”
End of part 4….