Would it matter...if I was one? pt 2 by DLC's alyssa
Like any owner of a new business Delilah knew the soft openings don’t say much, people are friendly they wish you the best all the while they’re sipping on gratis chardonnay while popping down fresh chilled shrimp like they’re gum drops.
There for a job the sunglasses came off Kyle and the black-eye had him explaining how he gotten sand kicked in his face at the beach by a bully saying ‘he told me to beat it… squirt’.
Kyle helped sweep up after the last cocktail party giving them the chance to talk in a more informal setting instead of over a desk. He came across in the interview as the kind of hard worker who liked having things neat and in their place yet was one in need of guidance.
Like many an immature male these days that spends way too much time with their eyeballs attached to a screen she looked to find a benefit from it. Thinking him to be quick at a keyboard Delilah thought he’d make for a nice receptionist. He was hitting the check-marks of being deferential to women while also a thin an attractive beta male that had a cuteness about him that made him come across as harmless.
A deal was struck she’d become his trainer before work and he’d be answering phones and taking appointments. The next morning bright an early he stood on the padded floor in ballet slippers wearing a sky blue leotard with the company logo on it. Tight between the legs the outfit made him looked like he was tucked.
“It looks fine sweetie besides I’d like to move some of these, it’s product for sale and there are other colors and women seeing you in them might help….some days you’ll be in a thong with a company t-shirt that shows off the mid-drift…..don’t worry you won’t have to pay for any of them and it will help you feel like you fit in while you get in better shape. I need my staff to look good.”
Like many a woman who can’t help but notice such things she added.
“……you know that hair of yours has such marvelous potential.”
“Yes Ms. Delilah…thank you Maam.”
“Ok…lets see what you can lift. Start with this.”
The long metal bar had a pair of 30 weight pieces on the ends. It made it as far as his lower chest before grunting out as he slid it back down. His hands came up and pushed his longish hair back a little dampened from perspiring.
“Lets puts this on to keep it out of your eyes.”
He could feel her energy as Delilah stood close to slide a hair band on and adjust it. At 5’ 11” and 178 she had him by 4 inches and 45 pounds of pure muscle. Up close he got a good look at just how strong her upper body was.
Looking at him ready to try again Delilah kidded with her self ‘well not much hair on his body…. he’s definitely not the missing link’.
Straining to lift the piece he could barely hold it up. Delilah went in to her words of motivation.
“All things worthwhile are difficult…..keep trying but don’t hurt yourself.”
His face grimacing he couldn’t help but drop the barbell and watch it bounce to the floor. A quick scratch to her hair had Delilah saying it.
“Not everyone is meant to be a lifter …you know I have some powder mixes that might help…. what say we work on your toning for now…..mind you I tend to be a slave driver when it comes to reshaping a body.”
“Ohhhh I’ve never been good at this kind of thing Maam but this time I promise to stick with it.”
“Sometimes you have to fake it until you make it. If you look like you workout then you’ll tend to workout even better. Once I had weightlifter….he was a hairy mess yet he wanted to be in competition as so many weightlifters do he shaved all the hair off his body and kept it that way.”
“Why do they do that Ms. Delilah?”
“So they’ll look sleeker when their bodies are oiled up for posing for pictures…one might think 16 year old girls are vain they should get a load of male weightlifters. They could write a book on being vain…. they’ll spend hours at home alone posing in front of mirrors popping muscles that most people never have.…any way soon he became very good and even won a few matches.”
“I see got it Maam …fake til I make it uh huh. Posing in front of a mirror…oiled up.”
“Here I’ll show you…. I’m sure you’ve seen that where a weight lifter lifts up a pretty thing while posing.”
Out of nowhere Delilah lifted up Kyle with one hand under his cute bum. She spun around so they could both see how it looked in the mirror. Lifted high he crossed his legs and put his hands on his hips with Delilah showing off. There was no other way to say it he felt like a submissive feminine dish in a leotard totally at the mercy of a dominant that was demonstrating she was stronger. He knew he wouldn’t be lowered until she decided.
Delilah let him down only to see he had a blush on his cheeks. From then on he would look at her different realizing she was so much stronger then him.
“Gee that reminded me of the days I’d competed. Any way I’ll lay the mixes out later and you can take them with you when you leave. You’ll need to be disciplined about it, take them everyday or they won’t help.”
Once more she scratched her head and looked at Kyle.
“I’ve had so much stuff on my mind getting open……That reminds me I need to send off the box to my buddy Kendra. I’d like you to stop by Fedex on your way to the café.”
“Sure Ms. Delilah.”
The table in her large office still had half opened boxes with things in them that needed to be attended to.
“Now there are 5 main supplements that will go along with you paying attention to the food you eat every day….cut out the crap and eat healthy with portion control…that’s all I’ll say on that….your body needs to recover, you’re placing a lot of stress on it so the supplements will help. I mark these up in price as part of my profit ladder so I make boxes with individually packets that can be grabbed quickly and taken easily. There is protein powder that helps to build muscle mass. Now with creatine you have to be careful with it so whatever packets you have just take the ones I give you. Easy to do everything is in one packet …put them in a smoothie is what I suggest.”
“Uh huh smoothie with the mixes….portion control…..eat healthy….yes Maam.”
Hailing an Uber Kyle walked out that morning to head to the café for work feeling good about him self. As he made his way to the Fedex store first he paid it no mind. Keeping one box for his apartment he shipped off the others not realizing he now had unwittingly mixed up what he should have straightened out before he left Delilah’s. The box that was left for him had within it packets with daily regimens of female hormones and t-blockers.
Dominatrix Kendra thought nothing of it when she received only two instead of perhaps three boxes in the delivery.
The weeks turned to months with Delilah doing her part at sculpting his frame. The HRT went about its magic it was now a question of when not if things would start showing. It was decided weightlifting would give way to toning and cardio. Helped by the estrogen and others his body began to take on curves and roundness as well as a softer texture to his skin.
At home he took to posing liking how it looked with no hair on his body. Using scented lavender body oil he bought with his employee discount he would pose in just a thong he’d gotten used to wearing at his workouts.
“Bend, bend …hold….give it a ten count then lift up…hold the ballet bar as you lift and show off a smile…..feel good about how your body is looking these days.”
Delilah had considered him to be her ‘good luck’ charm. Ever since he started working there things just seemed to go her way. New customers signed up she made money she hadn’t expected and knew her club was a success.
The more she looked at Kyle she became convinced he wasn’t on what most weightlifters took. Finally one morning watching him do his pre-workout stretches it dawned on her. With all under her tutelage she made assessments of every inch on their body
“The poor thing, there must have been a mix up….those are breasts developing….somehow he’s been taking estrogen and t-blockers…..my he is going to have gorgeous nipples and areolas….the way he’s letting his hair grow out….even his nails he’s taking better care of…...that soft smooth skin, the lovely blemish free complexion…his thin waist blends so seamlessly into that pretty butt…its getting so round and full….. why one would think he was meant to be a t-gurl…..and he has such a pleasant way about him, so gentle so kind....I know a few playfully tease him yet all my women clients seem to love him.”
Kyle caught her looking and smiled back as he lifted up after doing the squats. His hand slipped behind and adjusted the latex strip from between his cheeks to make the thong feel more comfortable wearing it.
He bounded over to her and gave her a hug.
“I’m sorry …I just got the urge to hug you Maam…I feel so much better ever since I’ve been your employee here….it’s not just working here I feel so close to you Ms. Delilah. I hope it ok to say but its like you’re the brilliant and wise and stronger older sister I never had. With my parents divorcing….me being a single child there was never much love around the house. I mean I love my mom I just don’t see her since that guy made her move. I know technically he’s my father yet he never really cared for me all that much once he saw I wasn’t an athlete.”
Kyle beamed out a smile after shaking his hair.
“You know I’m taking better care of my hair…one of the other girls at work thought I’d look good if I really let it grow.”
It was a Freudian slip that Delilah noticed…one of the ‘other’ girls’. She began to wrap her mind around the idea that he enjoyed what he was becoming even though he was unaware of the details within the mix he'd been taking.
Girlishly his hand pitchforked into his hair creating a little more volume as though he’d always known to do it that way.
Delilah took hold of both of his hands and couldn’t help yet notice the soft skin and clear polish on his nails.
“Honey we have to talk….call it big sister to her little sis…there are some things that you need to know.”
Delilah held sway over the conversation for the next hour or so with Kyle mostly listening.
“That explains so much Maam, for the first time in a long time I like who I am….”
Kyle teared up on feeling a band of emotions that had been showing up more often.
“…and I like what I’m doing.”
“Dear I know you do ….that’s fine. If you want to cut the cord to your old life then lets do it. What is your favorite name?...there is one other thing…have you ever heard of a chastity cage?”
The next day Delilah was delighted to see the text from Dominatrix Kendra ‘call me..we’re ready’.
“Ok what’s the plan Lady Kendra?”
“Diane said he hangs out at the pseudo biker bar….we’ll start there. You know what you need to do right? My two friends are ready on a moments notice.”
“I know just how to get under his skin…being on the road half my life there isn’t a pool table or dart board I can’t master. What about your guys?”
“They are killer CD’s, I mean that in a good way…. So convincing yet they do so enjoy taking a straight male and turning him into a gay Cross-dresser….and they excel at making one a submissive cross-dresser at that.”
Having stumbled on it in his desk Tom Franklin looked at picture of Diane before he threw it in the trash. He had learned never keep a picture of an old girlfriend around when on the prowl for a new one.
“Damn the market has been closed for a couple of hours isn’t that clock ever going to get to 5 ? I’m desperate for a blow job….Let’s hope Tawny’s is crawling tonight for the tournament. I ‘wanna’ get me some boon-tang.”
His hand drifted lower to give a rub to his crotch before finishing by scratching his balls. He knew he should troll for closing stock quotes for his clients at the brokerage firm yet chose not to.
Ken Hamilton held erect while still in front of the power point presentation no one was looking at any longer. Confident in his pitch he wondered what the group of bankers would think if they new he was in a pair of LaPerla’s finest panties. The others there looked at the CEO sitting at the end of the table before nodding their heads after they saw him do it.
Having led them out of the room Ken’s boss came back in smiling. It was typical sports metaphor so often used in the business world of the old boy network.
“You threw that last fast ball down the middle of the plate ….they fell for it hook, line and sinker…damn fine job Ken.”
He responded like many senior staff pretending to be informal yet knowing there was a clear line between who was in charge and who wasn’t
“Thanks guy…just wanted to save my last heater for the end Boss.”
“Gobbling up their 18 suburban drive thru locations puts us in an nice position for the next few years. You’ll see a hefty check near a couple of hundred thousand make it into your account once the papers are signed Monday…..Damn, no one else couldn’t have done better Ken.”
3 hours later he was ready, twisting and turning he posed in front of the mirror checking his lipstick. Adorned with glittering sequence the luxurious denim jacket was left open shappy-chic enough to pull off the look with the black leather slacks that were painted on the outfit had set him back a pretty penny. When added with the cost of the 3” heel ankle high boots it was near 2300 dollars.
Outside the window he heard the bike pull up before the beeping of the horn sounded out. A few minutes later Ken strutted out the front door of his 2 million dollar home.
“Doesn’t my Katie look delish….such a pretty fetish queen….is that top sleeveless?”
Vamping it up for a moment Ken smiled back mouthing the words ’who me’. He walked right up and kissed his CD soul mate Trevor who looked as pretty as he did.
“Hey lover…tonight should be fun Suzie Q…might be a long one too.”
“Don’t care how long it takes just as long as we get to tangle with that bully Katie darlin’.”
On the edge of town Tawny Kitten Tavern had gone through a number of owners until the last one 3 years earlier decided to make an upscale biker bar look out of it for city folk. Far enough away from the trendy pricey bars downtown is still charged as much despite being on the edge farm country.
They were known for one dish served steaming hot the ‘Loos-say-anna’ gumbo had bits of ham, shrimp, sausage, oysters, crabs, and dried sassafras that often gave one a gentle buzz. It was said that it could change your life or at least make you think it did. It was recommended the gumbo be served with a local craft brew called ‘O-be-joyful’.
Katie held up his phone to see the picture.
“That’s him alright Suzie. His name is Tom Franklin Kendra said he’s the one who bullied Tara when he was a boy. Delilah and him are on crash course on the pool table if they both keep winning their brackets.”
Her hand waved at the female bartender at Tawny’s hoping she’d come down to the end of the bar. The CD stared thinking her look was stunning enough she may still be under the warranty of the original manufacturer even though in her mid-30’s.
“That fella there, if he ends up with me and my girl friend keep them coming…we’ll pay for everything including his.”
Suzie noticed her hesitating.
“Hi my name is Joan….You two seem like nice girls…he can be a real jack ass some times….in fact most of the time. He thinks he’s funny too yet he’s like so many these days he confuses cynicism and sarcasm with humor. Those are just cousins to resentment. Careful with your drinks, he might try to ‘roof-fie’ you.”
“This 2 ‘hundo’ is for you Joan I’m Suzie and she’s Katie…appreciate the heads up….we know how to handle his kind. Lean in for a second I want to whisper something to you.”
“Absolutely…I’ll look for her you say her name is Kendra?....just give me the sign and I’ll walk it down. You know he’s not a fan of gays either….our bouncer Reed is one and Tom likes hassling him. One of these days he’s going to push him too far and get his ass kicked.”
Turning back Suzie looked at Katie and winked.
“Joan’s on board. I like her she has a vibe I’d call blessed.…….Mistress Kendra is going to hook up with her…she said to save a spot she’ll be here in a little bit. Looks like he won another one time to move girl friend.”
The male CD cleared his throat in the hope of reacquiring a more feminine tone and inflection.
The thing about the latest 4th generation of breast forms is that they feel so real and look amazing especially in a lightweight bra under a semi-sheer blouse or top. Seeing the lace of the bra and they way they jiggle can make a male take to a flight of fantasy on a moments glance.
Katie timed it so she bumped into him accidently on purpose as he neared the bar. Near his size in height in her heels she let her breasts forms rub along his chest.
“Oops sorry…I feel a little tipsy tonight.”
A smile on his face Katie gave off a quick wiggle to capture his awareness. Her hand roamed across his polo shirt while seeing that he picked up the scent of her Channel #5.
“Say were kind a new here…would you mind sitting with me and my girlfriend Suzie at the end of the bar….oh look at that she’s playing with her bra strap…she has the most amazing pair of breasts….us girls get so dressed up looking pretty and these damn bra’s just seem to get in the way…heck sometimes I’ve seen Suzie just take hers off half way through the night.”
‘Humm sure doll I’ll sit with you two….say she does have a nice looking pair of jammers.”
“Its funny you say jammers….that what we call it when we get laid by a guy who likes three-somes….we look at it like we’ll be getting jammed all night.”
The arrow hit its mark with Katie ready to fire another one off. His hand slid inside Tom’s arm as the CD led him to the bar.
“Since you’re sitting with us …were paying for everything …Suzie parents left her a fortune, my parents did too but not as much as hers, she’s really loaded……say you don’t know any good stock brokers do ya’?”
Tom Franklin had no idea the two gorgeous women fawning over him were were both CD’s all he knew was he having his drinks paid for and it was likely he’d be getting laid later after all. The stockbroker comment put it over the top.
“Now that you’ve asked…. I’m a stock broker and a damn fine good one.”
If his boss had been there he would have taken issue with the statement.
Katie gave another little shake to his boobs.
“Really….a stock broker that’s marvelous this must have been meant to be. I’ve had a look around I think you’re the only real good looking guy in the joint…aren’t we lucky.”
Suzie made room for him and let her hand rest on his thigh as Katie sat on the other bar stool. Leaning out so they both could hear Suzie laughed out a chuckle before speaking as many women do as though he wasn’t there.
“He’s so handsome…”
Katie chirped back.
“He works at a brokerage firm…our search is over.”
Suzie giggled letting his hand come up to his mouth as if to show off her long colored nails the CD was wearing.
“I took a little tab….”
Shaking her tumbler she continued as she stirred the tiny cocktail straw.
“….mixed it in with my scotch.”
Katie leaned up to whisper to him as she let her hand get oh so close to his cock.
“She loves having sex when she is on a little LSD trip…she’ll do anything. We kid about it …she is a citizen under the seal of ‘Halucci-nation’.”
Tom smiled soaking it all in. He felt Katie’s hand brush along his semi firm cock as the three chatted.
Suzie smiled at the two of them.
“You know I think he’ll face a woman for the pool championship …..she’s about to win her bracket…..honestly I don’t see why some women don’t know their place.”
It came out gruff sounding from Tom.
“You’re right Suze…..I’ll teach her thing or two.”
Her eyes looked at his as the pretty female bartender brought three fresh ones.
Katie winked and got a wink back from Joan the seasoned barkeep knowing the middle drink had a little acid in it.
“A real male would never lose to a female ….would he? I mean how embarrassing…..do you think my boobies look cute?....sometimes I think they’re too big….I can tell you like fucking you like blow jobs before hand too?”
Money, sex or power it’s likely a male is thinking about one of them at all times. Whatever focus he had about winning the match was being eroded. In his mind he had two good looking broads that needed a stock broker with sex on the horizon. He reached back and took a sip holding his glass before taking another one.
“I love tits yours look great just as they are babe.”
“So you’re a stock broker who likes nice tits, you like blow jobs you like getting shagged…we may have hit the jackpot Katie.”
He grinned confident in his masculinity.
“I’m in for whatever happens to me tonight.”
Mistress Kendra walked over then stopped in front of them.
“Hey buddy…you’re up at the pool table. Some woman is ready to kick your ass.”
The statement startled him and left him speechless. A wave of uncertainty fell over him as his eyes stayed on her while he made his way to the pool room to face Delilah for the championship trophy.
Ready to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget the seasoned weightlifter of a woman was dolled up more so then usual letting the billowing sleeves of her chiffon blouse conceal the bulging cannon’s on her arms.
End of part 2 ….