'Without the darkness we'd never see the stars.' pt 2
Eliska’s large BMW drove over the moat passing it the electronic signal from the gatehouse soon had the drawbridge lifting up from behind. His trained eye for cinematography took in the top most part of the wall called the parpet. The castle’s large curtain stone walls were formed all the way around.
In medieval times they had offered multiple lines of defense. To be stuck between the two walls in battle would almost certainly result in what was called for invaders the ‘death hole’.
The living quarters centered in the middle were surrounded by support buildings. Thomas admired the architecture of the triple towers of the corners wondering why there hadn’t been a fourth.
With his clothing removed of feeling of being less than in her presence swamped over him. As Lady Eliska secured his ankles and wrist to the oblong leather-padded board with wheels on the bottom it dawned on Thomas she could now move him wherever she wanted. For the high-powered movie producer the loss of control was an uneasy feeling.
Shadowed light ran across the stone walls in the under room that had a hint of dampness to it. Nary a sound coming from them against one wall he saw the three secured males she spoke of earlier.
He heard a certain fluttering of wings only to see a medium sized red-winged Blackbird flying towards her extended arm. From her mouth came a clicking noise followed by its name had the bird quickly landing on her hand on hearing ‘come Pishka’.
“They are quite protective by nature…their colors come out when they feel confident and they won’t hesitate to attack the head of a person if they feel the least bit threatened.”
It threw Thomas off to be in the room with the bird having freedom of movement while he had none.
“I’ll let you settle in and adjust to your new surroundings....ponder why the caged bird sings.”
The woman knew the weed would loosen him up and relax his mind making it easier for him to fall into trance. By morning the effects of the LSD-type buzz lingering his mind in a flux she planned on freaking him out with a hologram.
The legends of vampires had existed for quite some time, Hebrews, Greeks and Romans would tell tales of demonic entities and bloodthirsty spirits. The folklore of the modern vampire has its origins in Southeastern Europe with Transylvania being the most widely known. It is believed most are revenants of french origin meaning returned applied to suicide victims, witches or evil beings. At times causing mass-hysteria the legend had it people thought to be vampires were often subject to public executions.
His buzz getting lift-off Thomas looked around the room keeping an eye on wherever the bird she called ‘Pishka’ flew.
Lady Eliska walked back in the sound of her high heels entering before her. The deep crimson color of her corset had her sumptuous breasts lifted half spilling out of their cups.
Thomas took in the sight of the long legs sheathed in black stockings held by garter-tabs. He had bedded a lot of woman and girls in his time yet none could compare to the vision of Dominatrix Eliska he was staring at.
Feeling superior the woman walked to the middle of the room and turned for full effect. Her face almost a pale white from the makeup yet still quite beautiful had her darkened blush on her cheeks set off the deep plum color on her lips. Her eyelashes thick with mascara made her eyes pop as it mingled with the array of dark layered eyeshadow.
A stiff 6” high collared piece framed her face and styled hair from behind holding along her shoulder the sheer chiffon negligee with long sleeves continue as it fell nearly to the floor.
Stirring his emotions Thomas could feel the vision of Lady Eliska touch his heart if not his soul. He had never seen anything quite so captivatingly beautiful in all his days.
Strutting towards him the women oozed an abundance of power displaying the influence of her femininity.
“We were talking about vampires I believe.”
Lifting a smile to her face as she drew near Eliska opened her mouth enough he could see the sharp eye-teeth on display. His eyes grew wide as the mouth made pretty with lipstick moved towards his face only to slip to the side of his throat. Her hand lifted keeping his throat exposed as she dragged the teeth along nearly puncturing deeply into his skin.
Feeling her breasts and body pressing against him a scared whimper came out from Thomas. Suddenly he felt Eliska cupped his balls rolling the pair through her fingers. Like any male he enjoyed having his balls tickled. The sensations of having been scared and the sexual arousal was a powerful combination.
The woman had always believed when turning a male Trans develop a higher level for sensations and he will appreciate the tactile feel of lingerie even more. When added to the feelings that come as a body is turned by estrogen and its sisters into that of a female a male will better learn to live from his feelings rather than logic and reason like most males do.
High enough to consider it he briefly thought he’d been bitten by a real live vampire and would find she’d left a trail-mark upon returning to his hotel room. Pulling back from then on Lady Eliska was confident he was hers to do with as she pleased. With wrap attention he listened.
“Some Hebrew tradition had Lilith….often considered to be Adams first wife before Eve…their writings passed down chose to demonize her as a blood thirsty being….she was banished and thought to have gone on to become the queen of demons…..she wasn’t a vampire rather simply a feminist before her time…the truth is she left because she wouldn’t subordinate herself to Adam…yes when history is written by the male creature it often makes the woman out to be either a bad influence of evil or a passive submissive bowing to their demands…it is a reflection that a strong woman frightens them….and that is still true to this day”
She took a pair of ear buds out within a short moment he heard what would become a familiar collection of classical sounds as they mingled with words in the back-ground only his subconscious would understand. It was the start of reprogramming of his mind through hypnosis.
Lady Eliska tilted the board putting it on a slight angle that would allow him to drift in and out of sleep while being hypnotized overnight.
Near dawn he awoke in the darkness to a sound. His conscious mind had thought about vampires while his subconscious was being programmed by the powerful script. Just then in the center of the dungeon a light illuminated. Fog began to fill the area lifting up to knee-length.
Watching it on the feed as she controlled the hologram from her laptop in her bedroom Eliska was certain she could give him the fright of his life. It had been her experience people who liked the dynamics of BDSM did so because it activated the fight or flight response. The contrast where pain meets pleasure mingling with the freedom of movement taken away heightens the senses leading to a high level of sexual gratification upon orgasming.
At first the image was a bird looking much like ‘Pishka’ It twirled around in the limited space of the hologram flapping its wings. A windswept swirl like a mini-tornado appeared as the bird’s image changed acquiring length it took on a human form. As it morphed he could see it was a vivacious if not menacing looking woman. Her arms raised up lifting the red cape it wore. Suddenly the fangs of her teeth became prominent as she seemed to move swiftly towards him.
Feeling the effects of the LSD-like hallucinogens of the weed he screeched out loudly ‘no, no don’t bite me…I don’t want to be bitten by a bloodthirsty vampire’. Thinking he had been bitten by the vampire-like image the beautiful woman in the hologram disappeared after displaying a sinister snarl. The under-room once more in darkness he whimpered his way into a final hour or so of sleep.
“I felt so alone Mistress Eliska ..so afraid…it seemed so real to see her…I thought I had fallen prey to the kiss of a vampire.”
Eliska was pleased hearing Thomas expressing of feeling of vulnerability. There is said to be 5 feeling states, fear, anxiety, sadness, anger and contentment that place of inner joy and happiness. She figured he had experienced fear, anxiety, sadness all of which come when one takes their mind out of the present moment. Eliska knew her presence would bring him a level of contentment and strengthen the bond between the two.
“…lonely is not being alone rather it is the feeling no one cares…surely you know I care about you. Dear Oscar Wilde put it best…fear is the price you pay for trespassing into the future…from now on I want you to think of your Dominatrix Eliska when you feel fearful…I will always protect you…even if I am not near you go to that place in your mind that tells you ‘my Domina will always bring shelter to me…I am weak she is strong….she is brilliant and I have much to learn...I take comfort in knowing she will protect me educate me and transform me into her vision for me knowing it will be an improvement'.”
Before she had walked in the next morning Thomas has looked at the other three males secured to the wall and now knew why they kept coming back to see the woman. It was the bond a submissive feels connecting to a superior dominant that had exposed an inner weakness. An exchange occurs in return for their obedience to her they feel protected by the Mistress. The mind of a submissive opens up allowing new lessons to be learned.
The woman snapped her finger quickly three times before saying it…’smile time’. It was a test of one of the many triggers his mind was layered with from the audio file. Intended to reinforce the oft-used feminine defense mechanism of putting a pretty smile on a girl or woman’s face he responded pursing his lips into a lovely feminine looking smile.
Aware he hadn’t eaten Eliska dipped the head of the latex piece into a bowl of honey.
“Let your tongue touch just the tip…..from now on you’ll view honey as a reward….say yes Mistress.”
His face beaming out the pretty smile Thomas replied.
The female dominant held the dildo still as Thomas had his tongue stretched out as far as it would go. He could feel it building deep within him…the need to obey her mixing with a desire to please Dominatrix Eliska.
His tongue took in the honey only to see her dip it in to the bowl once more. Licking his lips he looked forward to tasting it.
“Yes very good pet…see you do like to follow orders and do as you are told…now let your lips take in just the head.”
Slick with honey the woman moved it an inch closer. It was a psychological ploy he would associate the nice taste with sucking a cock.
“….doesn’t it look pretty how round it is,…think about how nice it would feel on your lips….here let’s put more honey on for my darling sub....you really have a pretty smile...it reminds me of a girl i know.”
He had never ever sucked on a dildo much less a cock. His lips effortlessly glided over the bulbous head of the faux phallus enjoying the taste of the honey.
“Yessss many a submissive turned femme enjoys feeling her efforts producing warm cream spurting forward.”
Eliska looked so elegant standing tall in her leather boots and matching pants an air of female dominance filled the room. Her semi-sheer blouse gave off the hint of the bra underneath as she caught him peeking at her erect nipples.
“Pet I want you to keep your eyes on the ‘cock’ you are pleasuring…let your mind drift to the thought how nice it would feel to get wet between your legs if you made this spurt at the same time.”
His body had stayed secured to the wall all day and night enjoying the moments she had edged him back and forth getting close yet never coming. With the gentle touch she ran her hand along his stiff shaft.
“That’s it now concentrate …picture this pretty cock erupting in your mouth as you get wet.”
It began to happen first he started moaning feeling his penis start to pulsate. It pleased Mistress Eliska to see the connection was being made…sucking a cock and coming at the same time. It was dark enough in the windowless room despite it being daylight out he couldn’t see the small hose connecting to the life-like dildo.
On his first loud moan Eliska moved the dildo in another inch. Back and forth his head bobbed.
Eliska proudly stuck her chest out all she said was ‘I love being a woman…it feels so nice to have breasts’.
The trigger sent him over the top his penis spurted its juice. Just then Elsika squeezed the bulb in her pocket. Heated to the right temperature he felt a blast of the mix…part vanilla yogurt with a touch of lemon juice and a dose of female hormones it may as well have been sperm. Out from the latex dildo came a rush of warm cream. Hunger drove him to accept all of it yet it was still a turn on to suck on a cock like a docile woman.
As it ended she tilted his head down to show him he’d come on her leather pants. Turning affectionate she let slip her decision.
“Oh baby I’m afraid that warrants a spanking….had I given you permission to come on my slacks?”
The night before he had absorbed a series of hard spankings before she retired the thought of more scared him.
“Please Lady Elsika…please not that.”
Her body mashed up against his letting him take in the tactile feel of the fabrics and sensual body.
“Oh dear you look close to tears …I know we’ll lock your little ‘baby rattle’ up….I suppose I could keep the key …that is if you want to come back next Friday.”
Nodding his head ‘yes’ he spoke.
“Thank you Lady Eliska….yes….I do want to see you next week.”
A few minutes later the woman pulled back holding the key to his chastity cage. ‘
“There right between my cleavage for safe keeping….now let’s secure your collar then you’ll need some after care affection…I am a dominatrix not a tyrant…I always take care of my pets welfare.
A shower had never felt so good back in his hotel he was running late for the day’s events. Looking down the male ego of his came rushing back in insisting he remove the chastity cage.
“Owe’…the moment he tried to pull it off he realized it could only be removed if he was ready to accept some damage to the skin. Standing in front of the mirror as he dried off his hand touched the metal BDSM collar. The feeling of being owned would only grow stronger in the days ahead. One thing was certain he knew he was desperate to meet with Eliska come Friday.
The three months had come and gone quickly. Thomas had stayed to his schedule of working during the week moving throughout the country on the pre-production particulars yet come the weekend he was all hers. As time moved along unlike past movie sets where he would eat junk from the food-wagon this time he adhered to the strict diet Eliska put him on.
It had been happening more and more a phrase would come into his mind and he would think about it wondering where it came from. Though he didn’t realize it as he listened daily to the audio files it spoke to the power of hypnotics and how they bring change to one’s thoughts and behaviors over time.
“I am always improving and becoming a woman is an improvement’….’my life is now about becoming a woman’….’ I am focusing on my changes’. Trying at times to dismiss them he would busy himself with his work yet they never truly left and returned when he least expected them.
Spiritual sages have always claimed authentic change comes from within. While that may be true inner change also comes from regular does of female hormones. The thinner he became aided by the HRT the less masculine he felt.
Thomas found himself walking behind Slavina as Lady Eliska led them to the upstairs bedroom. How many times off-set would he have a few girls kept naked walking around in his hotel suite? Much like them in her presence he grew comfortable having his smooth hairless body kept naked.
They both knew it was an honor and privilege to see her begin to disrobe down to her intimate wear. His hair now near shoulder length he tilted his head and ran his manicured fingers through it as he looked at the woman feeling a connection to her femininity.
Thomas assumed he was being rewarded for something unknown when the Czech Dominatrix told him get on the bed. What had grammar school teachers been saying about ‘assume’ to students for years….when you ass-u-me…you make an -ass- out of -u- and -me-.
In this case Thomas would discover the ass belonged to him.
Slavina wasn’t all that bad looking of a specimen at 6’ 5” 260 he had the muscled body of a Russian Olympic wrestler that hadn’t a need for steroids. Thomas had learned Vasily held a respectable job as an engineer in town and was well like by many.
The local resident just happened to have a thing for being treated as an obedient slave who’d enjoyed being restrained by dominant women especially one as influential as Mistress Eliska.
Removing his clothing letting his eyes steal glances Thomas saw Eliska raise her shapely leg high and let its foot rest on the arm of the chair. There was always something erotic about seeing a vivacious woman slowly take off her stocking.
Her two index fingers slipped inside the embroidered stocking top after undoing the 4 metal garter tabs. It looked so sexy to see the suspender belt remain along her thin tapered waistline. Slowly she rolled the high-count Denier stocking lower on her shapely leg.
Finishing her hand slipped in and gently stretched it back to its original form without causing a run in the treated silk. Part of the firewall separating the masculine and feminine stockings have distinguished themselves as an exclusive womanly item worn with a pair of high heels as opposed to the boring utilitarian socks used by a male.
Thomas resting on the bed the woman held his attention from a short distance as she tantalizingly undressed like Gypsy Rose Lee. Powerful in its smell the distinctive aroma of the fragrance of her vagina filled the room. It was enough Thomas felt his cock grow hard as though it had a mind of its own. Clearly it was glad to be free of the chastity cage it had grown accustomed to being restrained in.
Watching the other stocking coming off Thomas felt the weight of the mattress shift. Dominatrix Eliska allowed a brief look at her naked milky breasts before wrapping a shimmering satin floor length robe on that looked like it came out of a 30’s noir film.
Strutting wearing 3” mules Eliska moved towards the bed building up his hopes. A quick clip put to the dangling d-ring on his collar secured his movement limiting it to the area.
Thomas realized the hulking Slavina intended to have some fun that one on one male sex can be. It wasn’t necessary to guess who would be the dominant and who the submissive.
As Gerry and Larry have said ‘not that there is anything wrong with it’ yet Thomas had never been in bed naked with another male before. Deftly agile for a large male playing the cat and mouse game Slav moved around feline-like as he positioned himself.
The thing about being the one on the bottom was its so easy to just accept taking to the role of a submissive once on their back. He settled in and spread his legs. As any woman knows the act alone was often a sign of welcoming…as if saying ‘take me I’m yours….let my body pleasure yours…while I let my docile nature give way to your sexual aggression….and masculine physicality’.
Thomas eyes looked down and saw the piece of meat hanging between Slavs legs. It seemed to look so angry so filled with purpose.
On top Slavina rotated his shoulders pressing his upper body searching for his rhythm as his cock pushed in and pulled out. Thomas gently let his soft hands pull the thick framed muscles to his soft skinned body. He could see and feel the contrast Slavina had a chest with a full dose of matted hair running across it while Thomas had none to be found on his hairless body.
He had taken the attitude of a 20-something girl who was determined to have her body and waist looking thin for wearing her bikini. Abandoning the usual after work-day dinner thick steak and potatoes slathered in butter with whiskey chasers instead he’d grown conscious of every calorie he digested.
Thomas watched as Slavina lifted up grabbing the uber lube he spooled out some on his cock before sending it once more into the darkness of the anal canal in search of a treasured orgasm. His thick hands with fingers like sausage links grabbed hold of Thomas at the waistline. The grip tight enough he knew he couldn’t move away even if he wanted to.
Just then Thomas made the final concession as though admitting defeat in sweet surrender that’s always displayed with a gentle yielding nature. He lifted his legs spreading them out wide while pointing his toes high in the air.
Once more the words came….’I am always improving and becoming a woman is an improvement’. Unaware a byproduct of hypnosis they’d been filling his mind so much the past weeks. Just the last Thursday after saying ‘Cut …that’s a wrap’…. he added ‘My name is….’
He had stopped himself just in time there was something inside Thomas that wanted to say ‘my name is Claudia and my life is now about becoming a woman…I am focusing on my changes…I am transitioning into a very feminine woman’.
The hard cock felt so good inside him it only seemed right he should have his legs spread up and out to provide full access to the male fucking him. Like lovers in harmonic form the two bodies moved as one. Thomas had first noticed the puffy look of the areola and nipple of each breast a month earlier as he arched his back he could feel them wiggle. Awash in sensations he cooed out as Slavina licked them.
When Slavina looked up at him Thomas put a pretty smile on his face. Something in his brain told him to do it sure that’s what a woman does when she wants her sweetheart to keep going hoping she’ll too climax. He pursed his lips together pulling a blush of pinkish hue to his cheeks as he smiled girlishly. Oddly he had the thought the ceiling could use a fresh coat of paint as he looked upward at it momentarily knowing a male humping away isn’t always sure how long it will take or when he will come.
A looseness to the lifted skin at first he giggled when the beefy male once more sucked on his nipples. Taking it more seriously the smiling gave way as he felt how sensitive they were.
Dominatrix Elsika had reminded him in some of their sessions. The woman would ease the dildo in telling him ‘cocks don’t vibrate …they pulsate’.
Thomas discovered the truth of it when he felt Slavina’s cock grow larger. His eyes grew wide without any warning the heated penis pulsated and seized up. ‘oh dear…he is breeding me…ohhh the come feels so warm’…the words came as thick bands of sperm spurted out following the initial eruption.
One would have thought Slavina had heard him as his deep masculine voice grunted out thick with its Baltic accent.
The muscled-up male kept humping sure to release all that he had. Feeling some heated juice on his tummy Thomas could feel the warm cream oozing out from his little stiff ‘baby-rattle’ of a penis as Mistress Eliska called it.
He had taken the fucking climaxing much like any woman would while enjoying the feeling of being deflowered. The act confirmed as it was by gobs of gooey fluid being deposited left behind as a remembrance.
Aware he was spent She wanted him to get the feeling he was now a submissive lesbian sharing her tongue put to a pussy of a dominant butch-lez lover. Eliska slipped a nightie on him
“Arch your back Claudia….”
There the woman had said it out loud….the feminine name she had christened him with.
Eliska wanted to see the pretty tattoo her gypsy friend Petra had affixed to his lower back. The colorful swirling lines half flowers half vines made their way to the heart shape where inside sat the inked on ‘DEV owned’ declaration.
His tongue lapped up and down along the outline of her slit. Thinking there were plenty to be had like so many males in Hollywood Thomas use to take pussies for granted.
Yet Eliska’s vagina was different somewhere along the timeline of his training he grew to worship a woman’s essence especially hers. The dominatrix held Thomas’s hands her fingers wrapped inside his felt stronger than his own.
His eyes looked at the woman inquisitively while his tongue licked away. It was like she was reading his mind….how did she know he enjoyed hearing the feminine name affixed to him?
“Yes I called you Claudia…have you not just welcomed a male’s seed within you…you must admit you’re look is changing…soft skin kept hairless…lovely long hair….why I think I should take you to my stylist…I’m certain she could give you the pretty look you secretly want to have with hair made pretty…..eeewwww such a soft tongue…delicate in its touch…..it feels so womanly.”
Her face smiled back she knew by the time the cunnilingus session would end he would feel even more of a connection to the woman. Few males realize just how addicting the feminine fluids of a woman can be.
As only a woman can do she rotated her hips letting her pussy lift up and down with vigor along his lips as her hand held his head still by the hair. He thought it felt so sexy the way she controlled the movement of her vulva.
“Tell me your name pet….let me hear you say it.”
“My name is Claudia Mistress….it sounds so pretty Domina Eliska.”
“Very lovely…now lick me to my climax.”
‘Claudia’ slithered between her legs his arms under her thighs he lifted his pretty butt up in the air to once more show off his tattoo while he licked her vagina. Eliska motioned with her hand for Slavina.
Seconds later the large sub slid on the bed and let his mouth lick at the exposed Rosebud entrance of Thomas. ‘Claudia’ thought the sensations made it feel like he had a pussy of his own that was being licked.
The Dominatrix was sensing the breakthrough she’d been working towards. Gently Thomas let his tongue outline the folds of her vagina digesting as much of her treasured fluids as he could get.
“Yes my pet…what is on the small mind of yours?”
“I think I like the name Claudia.’
“You mean you like being called the name Claudia …don’t you?”
Loving her thick Czech accent his head nodded in agreement as he kept licking her pussy.
“Its appeal shouldn’t surprise you…there is much about the feminine that you like…I think you are ready to express this truth….for now between just the two of us you will be known as Claudia…is that clear my darling Claudia?”