“Thank goodness for Amazon…what did we do before they dominated the world?”
Hearing her mistress make the declaration Bliss spun around enjoying the tulle fabric as it fluttered.
The next morning like a little child Bliss wearing just her new tutu and panties trailing behind Grace the woman made her way to the finished attic. Tom his wrists and ankles bound spread out to the four corners of the bed looked at her desperate to pee.
“Just give me a minute my pet…let’s get this thing on you.”
Tom was speechless having woken up a few minutes before he looked down to see the hair from his belly button down to mid-thigh had been shaved off. Holding still but for a yelp escaping he saw the chastity cage slide on with Grace turning the key.
“You’ll discover you will need to sit to pee…let’s consider it to be part of your learning regarding humility and obedience…then into the shower with you pet…we have a busy day ahead of us.”
The conference room of the real estate office was set up with pads of papers in front of each chair. The group of 4 women lawyers from Grace’s firm chatted with the three men on the board of Tom’s company.
It had been a month since that day at her pool. In that time Tom had developed the need to submit to the woman.
Looking manly in his navy blue suit Tom stopped to speak with Grace in the hallway before the 9 AM meeting took place.
“I really don’t know how they’ll vote…I control 40% and they hold the rest.”
Seeing her stare under his breath he added.
“…Mistress.”
Hoping no one did he looked around to see if anyone heard him say it.
“It’s a fair offer…You’re a salesman…you’ll need to convince them…perhaps this will help…do you think they’d enjoy seeing my collateral.”
Her hand touched his crotch feeling for the chastity cage as he looked at the images of him sucking the gurlie dick of Bliss.
“Maybe we should lead off with the video of you wanking…the again maybe they’d like to see the next morning with you being spanked wearing your chastity cage.”
The words came out soft and respectful.
“No Ma’am I’m certain I can convince them.”
“Very good pet I thought you might…I don’t think it will take long…its why I dressed casual in jeans and a top…I have another meeting after that we’ll plan on going to a party a friend of mine is having to celebrate.”
“Yes Mistress Grace.”
Her hand cupping his cage through his pants she replied.
“See how much you’ve come to like saying that this past month…it almost makes me consider if you’d make for a bullstud’s submissive…have you ever wondered what it’s like to take a thick cock inside you?”
Grace left him pondering the inquiry.
“Thomas come by this address riding your motorcycle…I’ll text you the time…you’ll follow me to the party. I want you in shorts and a tank top your leather thong covering your chastity cage with your large butt plug in.”
A month in to her dominance it now turned him on to be told what to do by the woman. He nodded his head before speaking.
“Yes Mistress Grace.”
Juniper held up the cup of coffee taking a cautious sip she stared at the phone to see it was Kenneth her latest protégé for transitioning into a t-girl. The woman had been patiently building his desire to live a feminine life.
Knowing it’s more than just wearing women’s clothing and lingerie like him and other part time Cd’s do she wanted Ken to believe a better life awaited him in the Lady pond.
To accomplish the shift from occasional crossdresser to full time t-girl she needed to burrow deep inside his mind. The journey inward came through hypnosis. As a highly skilled hypno-therapist experience had taught her when a person believes it in his mind he’ll soon accept it his heart.
The woman would frequently remind him before a mind-programming session ‘I am your mentor not your lover…that doesn’t mean I don’t like you…in fact it means I care very much about you…enough that through hypnotics we will find the real you Serenity…now lay back and close your eyes…it’s time you once more welcome trance state’. Laid out on the couch closing his eyes he would listen.
“You see the doorway to trance…see yourself pass through the doorway…and you instantly relax…you relax deeper now…you enjoy being in trance…your subconscious mind is completely open and accepting…”
Taking one more sip of the morning coffee Juniper answered the call.
“Yes Serenity what is it?”
“Good morning Ma’am. That big sale I’ve been working on is set for a final meet this morning…I asked Hank my boss and he said I can take my accumulated personal time if the sale goes through…all this time I’ve been trying to sell to Bob Smith yet there maybe someone else that is the real decision maker within his company…we’ll find out later if it’s Mr. Smith .”
It was something he did every day either in the morning or evening he called his Mistress Juniper acıbadem escort as way of staying connected. On female hormones into his 6th month under her guidance the budding t-girl worked during the week wearing his male clothing secretly hoping one day he no longer would.
From Friday evenings until Sunday nights he would stop pretending to be a man and would live with Juniper. For months he’s listened to his hypnotic audio files as they became burned into his consciousness changing his perspective to that of a more feminine-centric ideal.
His body started reflecting his inner wishes. With the weight falling off he adjusted to accepting the feminine grooming habits trying his best to conceal his altered appearance while at work.
Walking into the office for the morning meeting hoping to close the sale he could feel the approach of the intersection where male meets t-girl in transition. It was happening so often the past month the feeling of wanting to become a woman took over his mind.
His boss readied to lock up the sale that day being the owner of the company. Once again Ken heard the voice in his head as he sat alone in the conference room waiting.
‘Your name is Serenity…You are a fun loving female…you are sweet and silly…in your heart of hearts…the girl deep inside you is ready to be free…your inner female is free…free to be the girl you know you are…feeling so sexy…you love being a woman…love being in dresses.”
Serenity thought of the weekends spent with Mistress Juniper. Any pretense towards acting masculine was left at her doorway. Educating him in the ways of a handmaiden inside her house he waited on his mistress learning how to do her makeup and hair before helping her dress. Outside the home he was given an emasculated appearance that was getting harder to hide at his job.
A month in the female owner being a friend of hers she secured him a position as a manicurist at the Harmony hair and beauty salon on Saturday mornings and Thursday evenings. Being in the hyper feminine location helped him grow use to being with women while learning the how’s and why’s of making oneself beautiful.
“…let the wonderful feminine feelings flow…deep inside you know…girls are sweet…girls are soft…girls are fun…it’s fun to dress up pretty…understand your true place in life…you feel so lighthearted …you really enjoy life as a girl.”
Bra and panties…corsets and waist-cinchers…camisoles and slips…allowed to wear them only at home his own collection of feminine lingerie increased while his knowledge of putting Juniper’s outfits together was expanding under her direction. Through the process Juniper was subtly teaching Kenneth how to dress as a woman under the guise he was doing it by helping her.
“…it is exciting to feel so attractive…it is exciting to be sexually active…because you are sweet and silly …everyone loves you…because you are slim and sexy…everyone loves you…because you are a girl…and girls just love to have fun…living your life as a female is so fulfilling.”
“..feeling the contentment of living life as a girl…you reward your good girl behavior…you are such a good girl…you love being a girl…you love to go out where everyone can see you…so many people tell you how nice you look…you love the attention you get…it is good to know you’re sexy…you love to dress up pretty…you really like being a girl…”
“Your journey inward has brought you to that place…declare your mantra…’when I open my heart…and open my mind…the joy of the feminine is what I will find.”
As the inner voice drew silent Kenneth got up heading to the washroom he needed to see how he looked before everyone arrived for the meeting. It was the call of vanity an attribute many women come to accept yet he too had developed the need like they have to check his appearance.
The sales meet still 20 minutes off locking the bathroom door he lifted his shirt and sweater up to check the chest binder. It was the same common thing many transitioning FTM’s used to reduce the look of their breasts. In his case he needed it to prevent his expanding bosom from being noticed aware his boss wouldn’t like to know he was losing his grip on his masculinity.
When they’d first met Mistress Juniper had told him toying with 6 months worth of Pueraria Mirifica feminizing herbs shouldn’t be looked on as a game…that it was setting a foundation that would welcome female hormones. 6 months on HRT had proved her point. While his body had lost muscle-mass and weight through her yoga classes and dieting there was one area that grew in size.
Kenneth had to see them unwrapping the elastic band he took a peek at his developing breasts. Thin enough his ribcage could be seen above it was the pair of a-cup sized boobies complete with lovely areolas and girlish nipples. A feminine quiver swam through his body as he wrapped them back up.
A quick look at his face one might not notice but atalar escort if a person stared long enough they could see that laser hair removal treatments had left him with barely any hair follicles a man most often shaves off every morning.
Lifting his manicured nails he splayed them wide to see the oval contour. It felt odd not to see them with clear polish that he wore most days when away from the office. A month earlier pushing boundaries he let them start to grow to where they now were just past the tips.
Most men don’t notice yet working at the beauty salon he learned women are almost always aware of every detail that comes with a feminine grooming habit. On Junipers request the female owner took to chipping away at the edges of his masculine looks when customer traffic slowed.
The woman gradually trimmed his eyebrows…a pluck here…a pluck there soon they had a neutral if not feminine leaning tapered appearance. One quiet Thursday evening near closing time he walked out with his ears double pierced the holes kept open with gold studs.
Taking the hairbrush off the counter he gave his longish hair a slicked back style before lowering the ponytail a bit. Lengthy enough to reach his shoulders as he turned he could feel the ponytail follow in a sway in behind moving a few seconds later.
Kenneth adjusted his chastity cage making sure the lace trim of the high-waisted panties was concealed.
Walking out of the bathroom convinced he still looked like a man Ken glanced down the hall to see the client Mr. Smith and two women talking with Hank his boss. Inside the conference room he checked to see that in front of each of the five chairs were the individual folders on the desk with the proposal.
Claudia Smith waited for her lawyer Grace Fury to answer her call. A brief stare in the mirror the woman gave a tug to the skirt of her smart looking red power suit. Seeing the text she replied ‘c u there’.
Claudia and her husband Bob walked into the conference room with Hank as Grace trailed a few steps behind. As he first started to make his presentation Hank looked at Bob Smith. Clearing her throat Claudia waited for him to direct his speaking towards her. A look by Bob let Hank know she was the true decision maker between them.
It was enough to make Grace chuckle they had seen it before most men presume that another man is making the call and not any women that may be there.
A sheepish glance by Bob had Hank trying to collect himself as he too realized she was the one he needed to convince.
“Say Kenneth grab that manila envelope off my desk.’
“Yes sir Hank.”
As he turned his ponytail gave off a sway. Claudia watched there was something familiar about seeing him and the way his hair had moved. It took a minute or so before it hit her. She thought of the last time she had her hair done at the Harmony salon.
A look in the mirror getting her roots touched up she saw in the corner of the room an emasculated looking male doing nails. For some reason it stuck with her when she saw it at the time as he lifted off his chair on finishing to see his ponytail sway like she’d just seen.
Claudia kept thinking certain she had spotted him elsewhere as well. Leaning over she pretended to speak with Grace as she held the sales agreement up while Hank went on with his presentation.
“I think I’ve seen that cutie before…I don’t go all the time yet is there the chance he does yoga at Juniper’s studio?…last time I was there I seem to remember seeing him in the back row of the mindful meditation class.”
“One way to find out…I’ll take a quick pic and send it off to Juniper.”
The text arrived 3 minutes later.
“Yes that’s my budding t-girl Serenity…why…are you at the sales meeting?…he said he had a big deal in the works.”
Grace replied
“I’m with my client Claudia…she sometimes does your yoga class…I take it he’s another male you’re turning trans?”
“Say Hi to Claudia…Yes a former part time novice Cd that I have been bringing along…if you want to have some fun use a couple of his triggers. Say the name ‘Serenity’ and he’ll take on the most delightful feminine look.”
“…he has been conditioned to respond…everytime he hears his feminine name he gets aroused… Also his mantra is ‘open your heart open your mind…and the joy of the feminine is what you’ll find.’…try it and the girl within him will show herself.”
A 2nd text came through.
“Give him a hug and you’ll feel his binder is on…he’s concealing his breasts…once the deal goes through I’m having him come out full time.”
Grace texted back.
“Serenity…sounds like a perfect match…he’ll make a nice girlfriend for my Bliss.”
The deal accepted by the woman Claudia looked at her husband.
“Robert I want you at home…there is laundry and ironing to be done…you’ll get a treat later for bringing me the deal.”
“Yes dear…thank you Claudia.”
The henpecked aydınlı escort hubby kissed her cheek as he watched Hank shake Grace’s hand on helping to close the deal. Kenneth stuck his out yet found Grace move to give him a hug instead.
She whispered as she felt the chest band.
“Your mistress Juniper is a friend of mine Kenneth.”
He pulled slightly back still in the hug a moment of hesitation with a hint of apprehension had him smiling unsure what she’d say next.
Grace whispered once more.
“Serenity…such a lovely name for a pretty girl…Juniper asked that I collect you…you’ll come with me…slip into the washroom and remove your binder first…’open your heart open your mind…and the joy of the feminine is what you’ll find.”
Hearing the trigger Serenity melted on the spot.
Glad the meeting was over Grace looked at Serenity as the two waited in the back parking lot. Having given it thought she remembered she had a tennis skirt and top in her car. Finishing with his makeup she gave his hair a brush out pleased to see the skirt and matching sleeveless t-shirt looked cute on him.
“Very nice honey… you’ll enjoy meeting my Bliss at the party…the two of you will get along quite well.”
“Thank you Ma’am…I feel so free being in a skirt and top…it’s like I was always meant to be a girl…I’m so glad I met Mistress Juniper if it wasn’t for her I never would have made the journey inward in her mindful meditation class.”
Grace thought to herself taking a novice crossdresser and turning him trans ‘the power of hypnotics’ certainly had a lot to do with it …that along with the female hormones.
“Now you’ll drive behind me while I ride the motorcycle.”
“Yes Ms. Grace.”
Grace texted the man letting him know they’d be along shortly. Being a lawyer she had helped the leader of the motorcycle gang get out of a few scrapes with the law.
A few minutes later Tom pulled his Harley into the parking lot. The woman was pleased to see he was wearing what she had told him.
“Alright pet hop off…you’ll ride behind me and I’ll drive.”
“But that’s the bitch seat Ma’am.”
“I know what it’s called now get on the seat.”
A wave to Serenity and the three headed out for the party. His feet on the metal stubs with his legs straddling her hips his hands around her waist holding on Tom felt his manhood diminish riding in what was known as the bitch seat.
A good 30 minutes down the road Grace spotted the man standing by the curb. Pulling the bike to the side she stopped as Serenity pulled her car in behind. Tom had always considered himself to be a macho man yet there are alpha males and then there are hyper alpha’s. It was the way of life…there is always someone bigger and stronger.
While Tom was large the moment he saw the real biker he knew the man was likely tougher and stronger and a good 4″ taller with a muscled up frame. An air of authority to him Jack looked like he belonged to an outlaw motorcycle gang.
His back against the support piece with his legs up and spread Tom watched the alpha biker walk over.
Grace hopped off a quick hug had the woman speaking.
“Hi Jack …staying out of trouble?”
“Yes sir Grace…after that last time you bailed us out of trouble I figured it ain’t worth the hassle…I’ve gone legit…own a couple of 7-11’s now even pay taxes…this guy the cherry?…I like his looks.”
Grace nodded her head.
Jack walked over taking him by the chin he bent and kissed Tom on the lips. Too stunned to protest Tom knew he’d met his match. The biker pulled put the long knife from its holder two cuts to the tank top and he pulled the t-shirt off Tom.
Having done a 2 to 4 year stint in county jail he was used to giving orders to less macho males and bitch boys.
“Take those shorts off.”
Sitting on the bike Tom hooked his thumbs in lifting his spread legs higher he slid the shorts off to reveal the leather thong. His hand touching the crotch Jack raised his voice.
“Glad to see he’s plugged…Who has the key Grace?”
“Oh dear me I forgot about his chastity cage…here ya’ go Jack.”
“Say text me the address of the party and we’ll meet you there…I want to make a stop first.”
His leg lifting up he swung it over straddling the seat of the hog. A burst of sound coming from throttling the clutch Jack looked at Tom.
“Hold on boy…you’ll address me as Master Jack…In more ways than one I’m gunna take you for the ride of your life.”
Tom was 45 years old and not used to being called boy. But for the thong nearly naked he wrapped his arms around the waist of the seasoned biker feeling a spike in his submissiveness.
An hour later inside the tattoo parlor Tom ran his hands along his shaved scalp. From head to toes no hair remained on his body. Above the chastity cage the word ‘bearcub’ had been tattooed on his smooth mound. Turning he saw the barcode tat with the phrase ‘property of Master Jack’ above at the base of his neck. Both made him feel more like an object than a person. Perhaps it was the feeling of giving in to the alpha male yet at no point during the process did he object.
“They looked good don’t they my ‘cub’?
“Yes Sir master Jack.”