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Subject: Lisa's TG Library: "The Island"
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Prologue: Mistress Vera was age 45. She had started over
20 years ago as a call girl, almost immediately
specializing in Kinky Clients. Unlike most hookers,
prostitutes and call girls, she saved almost all
her money. Saving up whatever she could. In the
early days she even took a lot of kidding from
her friends. However most of the laughing stopped
when she announced that she was going to move to
California, and open her own house, that would
specialize in the kind of clients she handled so
well. Her house was an immediate success, discreet
well tended, and well stocked. As a result her
money continued and continued to grow. She
invested wisely, and made even more money, and
more, until she had enough to make even Donald
Trump blush. And so children begins our story.
Mistress Vera was ready to retire, and believe me
she was going to do it in style. She planned and
plotted with her life long friend Tanya,the things
that she wanted in her retirement. After 20 years
her sexual tastes ran to feminized men (I'll bet
you were wondering when we would get to it).
She was different then other dominants in that she
was not really interested in beating their brains
out, just in dressing them the way she wanted, and
being in control. Oh, she loved her bondage all
right but only for it's restrictive aspects not
for pain. And also unlike other dominants, she
had no objection to having actual sex with her
clients, as long as she as in control. And that
dear readers brings us to her plan. For retirement
she would purchase an island, built a huge house,
staff it with the items and people necessary to
run her operation, and then one by one select her
little victims.Tanya and herself decided on 8. One
for each of her moods and sexual diversions. She
would acquire them one by one until she had all
8. Then her retirement would be complete. She
didn't want slick ultra feminine she-males, or
transexuals, or professional TV hookers. Want she
wanted was YOU! That's right I said you. I mean it.
You, the one who is reading this story. She wanted
(no offense) closet TV's. Those lovely little
feminine creatures who dress up in the privacy of
their homes, wishing their little feminine fantasies
would come true. Well cheer up because Mistress
Vera is about to make it happen........
The Cast:
Mistress Vera............ The Owner Of Fetish Island
Miss Tanya .............. Her close friend of 15 years.
Mary Ann ................ Victim #1 (The Little Girl)
Annette ................. Victim #2 (The French Maid)
Tina Tits ............... Victim #3 (The TV Whore)
Luscious Louise ......... Victim #4 (The Drag Queen)
Breathtaking Barbara .... Victim #5 (The High Fashion Model)
Hot Helen ............... Victim #6 (The Hooker)
Sissy Susan ............. Victim #7 (The Suburban Housewife)
Carla Cunt .............. Victim #8 (The Fetish Model)
Doris & Susie ........... The Salon Girls
VICTIM #1
"Well Tanya, what have you to report," Mistress Vera asked
her lovely assistant? "I have definitely located the first
person you asked for, and I have a candidate for #2 but I'm not
sure yet," Tanya replied. "Splendid my friend, tell me about #1."
"He's a very small boned person. In his late 20's. His name is
Martin. And I believe he's an Insurance adjuster for a
local company. Our detective in New York has followed him on
several occassions to department stores, and seen him fingering
the clothes in the little girl departments. Last week we entered
his apartment while he was at work, and has found all the
appropriate things. There's no doubt, he's a little sissy who
likes to dress up in little girl things."
"Lovely, Tanya, great research...OK go ahead and do it".
"Shall I use the standard method to kidnap him?" "Yes, by all
means. The fake; my car broke down may I use your phone never
fails to work. Men are always a sucker for the wide-eyed girl
in trouble routine. Use the Ether, and then the needle once
he's out. Have the detective help you get him on the plane, you
know how to do the rest...."
Martin's eyes blinked open and he groggily looked around, he
was completely disoriented. He looked around the huge living room,
the ultra modern furniture, bare hard wood floors and fancy throw
rugs. Then his eye caught Tanya & Vera sitting on the couch
across from him. "You", he said, pointing at Tanya, "you asked
to use the phone and then you attacked me, what the Hell
happened? Where are we? Who are you?"
"Please calm down Martin", Mistress Vera spoke. "I will
explain everything, would you like a drink?" "Tanya, please be
so kind as to get Martin a drink." "Yes, A scotch & water please."
Tanya bought Martin his drink and then settled back down on the
sofa next to Vera.
"Martin, please do forgive the harsh methods, we employed, but
we're dealing with a very touchy subject here, and we've found
from past experiences that (A) Everyone denys their fetish when
asked, and (B) they never seem to really believe who I am, or that
I really do have the money and resources I claim to have. So we
have found that action speaks louder than words. First to set one
thing straight, please get up and look out the picture window."
Martin rose and stepped up to the picture window. Outside were
vast grounds, well tended with several smaller houses, a marina
and obviously a perfect view of the ocean. "Where the Hell Am I?"
"Well I can tell you two things, you're certainly not in New
York anymore, in fact your not even in the United States anymore.
You're on a private island in the pacific, you were bought here
by private plane, and then to the island by private boat. I think
you will agree by looking around that I am quite wealthy.
"OK, so I agree, you're very wealthy, but what does that have
to do with me and why you kidnapped me?" "Ah yes, that brings us
to the main issue," Vera said. "We've kidnapped you because you
like little girls clothes." "That's a lie," Martin said, "Who
told you that."
"Martin, please do you think I wasted my money and time to
bring you 5,000 miles to have you deny it!" "We know you like
little girls things, we've followed you, we've been in your
apartment, we know Martin, beyond any shadow of doubt." " OK, I
see, alright I admit it, are you going to blackmail me, that's
silly I don't have any money, and you obviously have enough
already."
"No we have no interest in blackmailing you, in fact we're
here to make your dream come true, but you get only one chance.
If you don't take it Tanya here will drug you again, you'll be
put on the boat, and when you wake up, you'll be back in your
apartment in New York. Alone, and you'll find $1,000 dollars
for your trouble over the last three days."
"Remember only one chance...Would you like to live here as
a little girl?" Martin looked around at the vast expanse of
wealth, the house, then Tanya & Vera themselves. There appeared
to be no doubt they were dead serious. Martin's mind raged with
a hundred different options, but the truth was, he was dying to
take their offer. "But my Job," he said. "Who cares, do you
really care," Tanya asked? "No I guess not," Martin replied.
"Do you think you could picture me as your Mother? Do you find
me attractive?" "Well to be honest, yes I do find you very
attractive." "Then stay with us Martin, we can make you happy,
we will never really hurt you, and you can live your fantasy.
A lovely little rich girl, but you must always follow my
instructions and you must stay forever."
"Well, I'd like..." "Well nothing, Martin, yes or no, decide
now!" Martin hung his head..."Yes." "We have your solemn promise
to stay and follow instructions?" "YES", Martin replied. "Splendid,
Tanya tell Doris and Susie in the salon their first customer is
on the way. I want you to supervise everything personally.
Tonight my little Mary Ann comes alive!"
Tanya lead Martin down a long hall to another wing of the
house. "Just let us do everything", Tanya said, "and tonight
will give you pleasure beyond anything you've experienced."
She entered a feminine little girls' room, and told Martin to
take off all his clothes. Everything! "This will be your room
from now on.", Tanya said. Martin looked around the feminine
little girls bedroom, all in pink, with a canopied bed, white
furniture, deep carpeting, the mirrored vanity. God it's
gorgeous he thought to himself, it's a little girls dream. "You
like it don't you?", Tanya asked. Martin shuttered, and sputtered.
"That's OK, you don't have to answer."
Martin undressed and was handed a robe to put on, while it
was slightly feminine somehow he had expected more. It was
obviously a girls, but rather plain. When Tanya saw his look of
consternation she said, "Don't worry it's only temporary while
your in the Salon.
Back out in the corridor Martin was lead further down the hall
to the Salon. Inside was a typical beauty parlor. Doris greeted
them at the door. She was a perky girl, perhaps about 25 years
old, blonde hair up in a pony tail, minimal makeup. Susie the
other girl was about the same age, with slightly shorter jet black
hair, both were dressed in jeans, and loose fitting tops, with
pink sneakers. "I'm going to leave you now, but I'll be back
later", Tanya said. "The girls will answer any questions you
have while they work."
After Tanya left, the girls helped him into a bath area where
he was told to get into a sweet smelling bubble bath. He was a
little shy and hesitant about taking off his robe, and stepping
into the bath. Susie said, "Look, honey you're going to have to
stop acting like this. There's nothing to hide anymore, No one
is going to criticize you, or make fun or you, or call you names.
Everyone here, is here because they love this kind of thing. Just
relax and enjoy it. Don't you have any questions?"
"Well yes", Martin said. "I was kind of expecting something
different. I, well, expected you girls to be dressed a little
more exoticly, or something." "Oh, I see", said Doris, "you've
been reading to many of those TV magazines of yours honey, this
is real life. Nobody can actually work well like that. Susie and
I are working now. Did you expect me to come mincing out in some
tight Mini-Skirt, with huge dangling earrings, or something."
"Well yes, I guess", Martin replied. "Be serious sweetheart, how
could I possible give you a bath like that. Oh, it's not that
we don't like those things. Susie and I both adore them, as I'm
sure you'll get to see later on, but that's then and this is
now." She continued to sponge Martin's back with the sweet
smelling bubble bath.
After the bath Martin was lead back into the salon proper,
and seated in the chair. Susie shampooed and rinsed his hair,
while Doris painted his toenails a delicate shade of pink. Both
girls chattered on gayly about Mistress Vera and how she got all
her money. All the rules of the house, where everything was
located, and a million other minor details. Martin was so intent
on listening to them he finally did relax. So much so, that he
practically forgot what they were doing. However that ending
quite abruptly as Susie said, "all done", and spun his chair
around to face the mirror. Staring back was a girl (at least to
his eyes) with her hair all set in pink plastic curlers, and
little pink picks to hold them in place. All at once, he was
embarassed, exciting & humiliated. Even more so when he realized
it was now blonde, instead of his usual brown.
His cock started to grow inside his robe with excitement.
Something that didn't go unnoticed by Doris. "Oh, look Susie
now we're finally getting somewhere". She reached out and casually
stroked his growing bugle under his robe. "Just like the first
time you came in here", Doris said. Both girls laughed, and it
finally dawned on Martin that Susie wasn't really a girl. He
looked back and forth between the two girls, and they laughed
even harder. Merry laughter, not cynical laughter, Martin
couldn't help laughing himself now. Doris gently stroked his
cock and with the other hand patted his curlered head. "This
more like what you had in mind little Mary Ann!"
The girls lead him over to the hair dryer were he sat for
the next hour. Susie gave him a catalog, filled to the brim with
little girls fashions. "If you see something you like, hon, just
circle it, and Mistress will probably order it for you, if she
approves.
After his hair was dry, the girls went on with his makeup.
Light foundation, and pressed powder. They plunked his eyebrows
until he had thin graceful feminine arches. A very light brown
eyebrow pencil. Susie then added a pale light blue eyeshadow,
for a hint of color, and just a wee touch of silvery white under
his shaped eyebrows to enhance them just a touch. Next came the
false eyelashes. Long, but delicate, befitting a little girl,
and a small touch of mascara to blend them into his own
eyelashes. She then did cheeks, a nice rosey pink color to
highlight his blonde curls. A sweet little light pink lipstick
followed by just a touch of lip gloss.
Again the girls spun the chair around for him to view his
newly created image. A shiver pasted through Martin's body as
he viewed his new delicate features. The sight of his beautiful
face, and his hair still in pink curlers was so exciting his
hands were actually shaking. "OK, OK, enough already", Doris
said spinning the chair around again. "One last thing to do, then
we'll call Tanya and tell her, her little girl is ready for
dressing."
She took the curlers out of his hair, and started to comb out
his new hairdo. When she was done, she spun the chair around
once more for Martin to see. Now he truly looked like a little
girl. The girls had styled a beautiful blonde pageboy hairdo that
curled under on the sides, and had sweeping bangs across his
forehead. Susie took a length of pink ribbon, and slipped it
under his hairdo at the back of his neck, and then tied it just
above his bangs into a little pink bow. "All done little Miss
Mary Ann", Doris said.
Tanya was called and picked him up at the Salon, where he
was lead back to his room. Once there Tanya wasted no time in
starting on his clothes. "Dinner is in one hour Mary Ann and
Mommy wouldn't want you to be late."
First she handed him a pair of pink ruffled panties, with
ruffles all across the seat, and white lace all across the
front. This was followed by a pink lace bra, delicate and small.
She ordered him to hold out his arms in front of him. She slipped
the straps up his arms and onto his chest, then went around back
to fasten it. A little adjustment to the straps here and there
and it was on to the next item. A lovely pair of pink satin
bloomers with little bands of ruffles and lace at each of the
legs, and a little drawstring, which Tanya pulled closed and
tied in little bows. She ordered him to sit on the bed, and
pink knee socks were drawn up his now smooth legs. The socks had
little white lacy ruffles at the top. She produced a pair of
black patent leather Mary Janes, and securely buckled his onto
his feet.
"All right, stand up little lady". While Martin stood she
went to the closet and produced the dress, a lovely feminine
creation designed to delight the heart of any young girl. All
pale pink satin with white lace trim across the bodice, and
around the short sleeves, with big puffy shoulders. The dress
was extremely short, just barely covering his hips and thighs.
"OK, now just stand still", Tanya ordered. She walked over to
the closet and was rooting around in there. Martin looked at
himself in the full length mirror, and he was totally in love
with the little girl who looked back at him. He turned on way
and then the other, examining his image. Everything looked
perfect except....except the dress, it fit right on top but the
bottom just seemed to hang there limply, and there also seemed
to be too much material, compared to the rest of the dress.
"Admiring yourself are we young lady!" Tanya surprised him,
he hadn't realized how long he'd been staring in the mirror. "Oh,
yes, I was just looking...to see how I looked." "Well your missing
the main ingredient sweetheart. Something no discriminating little
girl should be without. Martin turned around to look at her, and
she was right. In her hands were the most extensive set of
petticoats he ever saw. Nothing like the ones he used to finger
in the little girls department of the department stores. These
were huge.
"OK, hold your skirts up all the way", Tanya ordered. Martin
raised them up. "All the way, Mary Ann, further, above your
waist. Now lift your foot. Now the another one. Tanya slid the
petticoats up Martin's legs all the way to the waist. "Alright,
drop your dress." She tugged on the dress and adjusted
everything here and here until she was satisfied. Martin was now
enclosed in yards and yards of divine white petticoats. His dress
now stood straight out for 2 feet in all directions. When he
looked in the mirror again, he saw that the bottom of his
bloomers showed if he made the slightest movement.
She put little pink short gloves on his hands, with delicate
white lace trim at the wrist. She placed a pink beaded bracelet
on his left wrist, and a little gold charm bracelet on his right.
She added little pink earrings in the shape of a heart to each
of his ears, and a matching little pink beaded necklace to match
the one on his left wrist. She handed him a dainty pink patent
leather little girl's purse, and showed him how to hold it over
his arm.
She gave him detailed instructions on how to conduct himself
at dinner, and what instructions he should follow, and what to
expect from Mother this evening. "Won't you be there Tanya",
Martin inquired? "No sweetheart, Doris and I have other plans,
you and Mother will be dining alone"
Mary Ann was in the dining room when his new "Mother" entered.
She swept in on a wave of black loveliness, trailing a cloud of
intoxicating perfume. When Martin had first seen her she was
obviously very beautiful, but she had looked a little older than
he would have preferred. Now however she was the sum total of
all the femininity in the world. A gorgeous black cocktail dress,
white pearls, shoulder length black evening gloves, and black
sequined evening purse clutched in her gloved hand. Her hair was
up and pinned in a french twist in the back, and breathtaking
diamond and pearl dangling earrings hung from her ears. Black
patent leather 5 inch spike heels on her feet, with little black
bows adorning each instep.
"Oh, Mary Ann, my little angel, you look so adorable", she
clutched him to her ample bosom, and he was enveloped in her
perfume. He was so excited his cock didn't start to grow in his
pink ruffled panties, it started to twitch, almost as if he was
instantly going to come. He looked up into her eyes, she was
gorgeous, she made Joan Collins look like Little Orphan Annie.
"Oh mommy, your so beautiful", he managed to stammer out. "Do you
like Darling?" She did a sexy little twirl. "I thought you'd like
to see Mother in this lovely little creation, but enough darling,
let's eat I'm starved.
A maid served them dinner while the new mother and daughter
chatted. Not a french maid, just a regular real life maid. Doris
had told him that there were several regular servants around the
house that had nothing whatsoever to do with Mistress Vera's
little sexual fantasy land. He found it extremely difficult to
concentrate throughout dinner. When the food was served it looked
so delicious he hadn't realized how hungry he really was. While
both eat heartily, Vera cautioned him, "Darling, don't get too
carried away, or Mommy will have to put you on a diet, to fit
into those lovely new corsets we're going to start training you
in tomorrow."
Dinner wasn't over a minute to soon for Martin, and while the
maid cleared the dishes Mother was drinking a Brandy. "Darling,
why don't you go into the living room and relax, while Mother
fixes her makeup." Martin spent the free time in the living room
examining his costume in the living room mirror. He was so
excited he felt as if his cock would explode, if he didn't get
release soon. He then sat on the couch to await Mother's return.
Vera re-entered a sat on the couch next to Martin. "Oh, honey
you looked so lovely today, you've made Mother so very happy."
She ran her hands gently over his dress, and across his shoulders.
"Do you like mommy?" "Oh yes Mother, your so beautiful." Vera
slid the zipper on her dress down, and to Martin's surprise
peeled down the top, revealing her 40D breasts, encased in a
lovely black lace bra. She unfastened it, and let it drop,
exposing her breasts in all their majesty. "Does Mother have nice
breasts Mary Ann?" Martin was so excited words wouldn't even come
out of his mouth. "Touch them darling, caress them, Mother likes
that. Here sweetie, let me help you take off your little gloves."
She removed his gloves, and placed his hands on her breasts.
Mary Ann did as requested and gently caressed Mother's breasts.
A little moan escaped her lips, while he continued his massage.
"Oh baby, your pink nails look so nice caressing mommy's tits,
look at them darling." Mary Ann did. She watched her own feminine
little fingers now caressing Mother tits, her little pink nails
trailing across Mother's nipples.
That was it, he couldn't stand it, anymore. Inside his
pink panties, his cock exploded with an earth shattering orgasm.
He stiffened and twitched like a limp doll. He looked up at
Mother with an ashamed expression on his face. "That's all right
Mary Ann, Mother understands, I know you were very excited. Go
to the bathroom, and clean up, and come back, when your done.
Mary Ann quickly ran to her room, pulling off her bloomers
and panties. She went in the bathroom cleaned herself up, and
searched the dresser for a new pair to put on. When she returned
she was surprised to see Mother sitting just were she had left
her. "Now where were we", Mother said.
They went through the same routine again, except this time
Mary Ann was a little more in control. Vera peeled off her dress
the rest of the way, and dropped it on the floor. She placed
Mary Ann's hand on her black satin panties. "Doesn't that feel
nice Mary Ann?" "Oh yes Mother", Mary Ann replied while
caressing her panties. "Would you like to kiss them darling?"
"Yes Mother."
Mary Ann got on her knees in front of Vera, while Vera
spread her legs. Mary Ann placed her lips on mommy's panties
leaving a faint trace of pink lipstick on the black satin.
"pull them down darling, show Mother how much you love her."
Mary Ann needed no further invitation. She pulled them down
and caressed Mother's cunt with her little pink tongue. Vera
was moaning & groaning now, her head thrown back. She grasped
Mary Ann's head, and urged her deeper. "Yes Darling, yes, lick
Mommy's pussy, oh yes my little angel". She shuttered and
collapsed much the way Mary Ann had done. Her body twitching
until it finally was still.
After regaining her composure. She put her arm around
Mary Ann, and kissed her. "Oh my lovely little daughter, you've
been so good for Mother. Help mommy take off her Evening gloves,
sweetheart." Mary Ann helped Mother peel off the lovely black
gloves. Revealing long wicked looking dark red nails. "Stand up
darling." Those long red nails disappeared up underneath Mary
Ann's dress, and in a flash per panties were down, and her cock
was free. She sat back down on the couch while Mother continued
to caress her cock.
Petticoats hiked up, panties pulled down, Mary Ann was in
ecstasy as Vera masturbated her. Her long red nails flashing
up and down. "Now are you happy to stay with us Mary Ann? Aren't
you glad to be Mother's little girl? Don't you want Mother to
show you how to dress very pretty? Isn't Everything Mother said
coming true? Do you love mommy? Would you like to kiss mommy's
big beautiful breasts?"
Mary Ann was overcome with passion for the second time within
an hour. Her cum coating Vera's hand. "Well now wasn't that fun
darling", Vera asked?
Every evening, for the next several weeks Mary Ann was dressed
and more or less the same routine took place. Vera & Tanya were
discussing it on the couch on evening after Mary Ann had gone up
to her room to watch T.V.
"God Tanya, it's so much fun. She looks so cute all dressed
up in those little party dresses, and little blonde curls, and
she's so easy to please. Just let her caress my body, lick my
pussy, suck my tits, and all I have to do is masturbate her to
get her off. However it is getting a little repetitious, it's time
to move forward to the next step, is #2 ready."
"Yes, Vera I have #2 all selected. A computer programmer who
goes to a prostitute about once every two months. She dresses
him as a maid and then spanks him. From what the detective tells
me it's really a pretty shoddy operation. The prostitute's not
all that pretty, and the maid outfit is really second rate. We've
been in his apartment and found the usual TV magazines, bondage
magazines & dominant women magazines. He's single, and about 30
years old, I'm sure he'll go for it." "Fine, let's do it", Vera
replied. "Isn't retirement great!"
Chapter Two (The French Maid)
There's really no sense denying it Andrew, we've already
talked to prostitute that dresses you. There's no catch, no trick,
no blackmail. We're simply offering you a chance to really do your
fantasy properly. Andrew had no doubt that the two women were
telling the truth, he still felt a little uncomfortable discussing
it in such a frank and open manner.
"Alright, I'll do it", Andrew replied. "Fine, darling, I
guarantee you it will be more fun then you've ever had with that
prostitute", Vera said.
Tanya lead Andrew upstairs to one of the bedrooms and told him
to get undressed and take a bath, meanwhile she would get the
things he'd be needing together. Just as Andrew re-emerged from
the tub Tanya was gathering up the last of the clothes she had
picked out. "Your going to love this outfit, honey!". She Wrapped
the black waist nipper around his waist as started to lace it
closed. She yanked and shoved, and pulled until she had the laces
meeting in the back, and then tied it off. She had managed to
reduce Andrew's waist to 22". She added a strapless black lace bra
to his chest and clasped it closed in the back. Next she ordered
him to sit on the bed, and extend his legs. She slid the long
sheer seamed black nylons up his legs, and gartered them to the
waist nipper. The stockings felt divine, sheerer and finer than
anything he had previously worn. He reached out to caress his leg,
but Tanya slapped his hand. "Naughty, little bitch, you'll have
plenty of pleasure later, but let me finish first." Next she
produced the frilliest set of petticoats he had ever seen, there
seemed to be dozens of layers. He stepped into them and she pulled
them up around his waist. They flared out immensely and were so
short they barely covered his hips. His penis rubbing against the
taffeta petticoats gave him a hard on instantly. It was then he
realized she hadn't put any panties on him, and that's why the
petticoats were rubbing up against his cock.
"Aren't you going to give me any panties", Andrew asked.
"Panties, no my naughty little slut, you want you freely displayed
at all times sweetie, so we can do whatever we like unobstructed.
Now go sit at the vanity, and we'll do your makeup."
Andrew seated himself on the red velvet bench at the vanity.
The petticoats spread around him naturally without having to hold
them out because they were so short. His bare ass on the velvet
seat felt so enticing, and his cock dangling free under his
petticoats also rubbing against the read velvet seat.
Tanya went to work on his face, first with a liquid foundation
and then a powder puff. She plucked his eyebrows, until he had a
nice gracefully feminine arch. She accented this with black
eyebrow pencil, and then she opened a case with long, luxurious
ladies false eyelashes in it. She deftly glued the long thick
lashes to his eyelids and blended them to his own with mascara.
They were so long and thick he could feel them brush his face when
he blinked his eyes. It was a feeling that was indiscribable to
anyone who had never actually worn false eyelashes. A feeling of
intense femininity. She shadowed his eyes with a smokey green eye
shadow, and then outlined his eyes with a liner pencil, and then
added a rose colored blush to his cheeks, accenting his
cheekbones. Last but not least she when to work on his lips. First
she outlined them with a very, very dark carmine lip liner pencil
and then she filled the lips in with a dark red lipstick, the
result was a lavish pair of feminine lips. Tanya surveyed her
handiwork, and said, "I luscious pair of lips like that sweetie,
has only one use; sucking cock!" Her words, instantly bought the
image of those lips wrapped around a cock, and his own cock
immediately was hard again. He longed to rub his penis through the
petticoats, and when Tanya went to get the wig, he saw his
opportunity. Pressing the petticoats up against his cock, a small
shiver escaped his body, but all no quite Tanya was back with the
wig.
She fitted it over his head, and brushed out the ends. It was
a black glossy page boy, relatively simply, with bangs across the
front and it curled under on each side. It was much smaller and
simpler than the teased up hairdo he wore when he visited his
prostitute, but he realized this one actually was more in line
with a french maid's real hairdo. Tanya added big heavy gold hoop
earrings to his ears, and a gold bracelet to his arm. She placed a
collar around his neck that looked very bizarre. It was 4" wide
and appearing to be black satin, with white lace around the top
edge ,and the bottom edge. However once Tanya placed it around his
neck and locked it on, he realized it must have had boning in it
similar to the corset because his neck was immobilized. He could
barely look down a couple of inches. The collar held his neck
erect so that he had to look straight ahead.
She placed a lacy white maid's cap on top of his black hair
and ordered him to place his hands on the vanity. She proceeded
to glue on long fake nails, about one and half inches long. Then
she added dark red nail polish to match his lips. "Almost ready
for your debut honey, just a few more things", she said.
She knelt in front of him, and slid the wicked pair of high
heels he had ever seen, onto his feet. They were black patent
leather with severely pointed toes, and 6" heels, they had little
ankle straps which Tanya pulled tight, then to his surprise she
placed a little padlock which slipped through the loop on each of
the ankle straps. "Stand up, my little high-heeled sissy, one last
thing." She had him step into the black satin french maid's
uniform that he so adored, just this one was far better than
anything he had ever worn before, it even smelled great, having
been obviously perfumed. She placed the lacy white traditional
french maid's apron around his waist, and tied it in a big bow in
the back.
"Well go take a look at yourself in the full length mirror, my
little sissy, and see what a naughty little french girl you've
become." He tettered over to the mirror in the 6" spikes, taking
short little mincing steps, and gazed at his new image. The girl
that stared back was breathtaking. Glossy black hair, gorgeously
made-up face, pumped-up cleavage spilling out of the top of her
black satin uniform, tiny little wasp waist, and a flurry of
petticoats. As his gaze continued down, he realized that the tip
of his cock was actually showing beneath the petticoats, they were
so short and fluffed out that even his crotch wasn't completely
covered. "Very, very sexy, no", Tanya asked? She reached down and
caressed his cock brushing the petticoats out of the way, her own
long red nails wrapped around his cock, but instead of continuing
to caress him she clenched his cock tightly and yanked him
forward. "Come my little pet, it's time to become Annette." She
propelled him forward leading him around by the cock. His earrings
swaying, his petticoats swished, and his high heels clicked as she
lead Mistress Vera's newer toy to an evening of pleasure.
Tanya lead him into the living room by the cock, and said
"Mistress Vera, let me introduce you to Annette." "Oh my, isn't
she charming now", Vera said. "Let me see you give a nice feminine
curtsy for me darling". Annette did her best imitation of a
curtsy, but apparently Vera was not impressed. "Didn't that stupid
whore teach you anything", she asked. "That's a terrible curtsy."
"No M'am", Annette replied, "she just dressed me, and spanked me."
Vera turned to Tanya and said, "You see what happens, when you
deal with amateurs who charge by the hour and don't really
understand the fantasy. Darling let Tanya show you how to do it
properly." Tanya showed Annette how to hold the sides of her skirt
daintily between her painted fingertips, and spread her skirt. She
also showed her how to bend and place her right leg behind her to
execute a better curtsy. She practiced several times for Vera,
until she was satisfied.
"Now model for me sweetie", Vera said. "Model", Annette asked?
"Yes, model, my God your hopeless!" "Remember your a swishy
french maid on display, walks around and model for us. Show us how
teasing and provocative you can be. Wiggle your cute little bottom
and sway those swishy little hips." Annette started to walk around,
hesitantly at first, but then really getting into it. Everytime he
passed the mirror he could see his little bootie shaking, and see
his gorgeous feminine image, and the sound of his spike high heels
clicking on the floor. He could also see the tip of cock
protruding from underneath the flurry of taffeta. His cock was
rock hard and actually starting to twitch he was so hot.
"OK, dolly, that's enough", Vera said. "Now then darling, I'm
not one of those dominant women who will stand there making up
silly excuses as to why you should be punished. Like, you spilled
the tea, or you forgot your chores. We both know why your here,
you "like" to be punished, don't you?" "Yes, M'am", Annette
replied. "Good, good, see isn't it much easier on both of us this
way." "I also don't believe in normal dominant credo that you
should be denied your sexual relief. This is foolish. That is the
reason you are here, and that is the reason you are dressed like
this, because it is sexually exciting. So denying you sexual relief
makes the whole process pointless."
She instructed Tanya to seat herself in the middle of the
couch. She then ordered Annette to stand in front of Tanya with
their feet almost touching, then to bend over at the waist and
place her hands on Tanya's shoulder's. Palms flat. She assumed
this position in front of Tanya and while bent over, her short,
short dress almost completely exposed her bottom. "You, are not to
touch anything except Tanya's shoulder's for support, do you
understand", Vera asked? "Yes, Mistress", Annette replied.
She felt Vera massaging her ass cheeks, and spreading her
legs, then she felt Vera probing her anus with a dildo. "Want to
take it like a good little girl", Vera asked? "Yes, M'am", Annette
replied. Unexpected, she felt a sharp crack across her ass, and
her hands almost slipped from Tanya's shoulders. "I can't hear you
darling, speak up." "Yes M'am". CRACK, another slap ran across her
ass. "Yes M'am, what", Vera asked? "Yes M'am, I want to take it."
But again Vera smacked her ass. "Is that what I said", she asked?
"Yes, M'am" "No, it is not what I said. What I said was do you
want to take it like a good little girl. Say it properly, or I'll
smack your ass all night." "Yes, M'am, I want to take it like a
good little girl." LOUDER, AGAIN, LOUDER. After four or five
repetitions of this Vera rammed the dildo home, and started to
fuck Annette with it. "More darling", Vera asked. "Yes M'am",
Annette replied. "Say, I'm a whore Mistress, I need more" CRACK,
CRACK. "Yes, Mistress, I'm a whore I need more", Annette replied.
But wait what was this? Suddenly she felt a powerful vibration
inside her body, it wasn't a dildo, it was a vibrator. It buzzed,
and hummed and worked her into a frenzy, while Vera smacked her
ass at random intervals. Bend her, she looked down at Tanya, and
her long red nails resting on Tanya's shoulder's. Tanya reached up
underneath her short dress, and began to stroke Annette's cock.
Her mind reeled with a sensory overload. The pain, of standing
bent over in 6" spike high heels, the vibrator in her ass, her
heavy earrings swaying back & forth, while she was fucked, the
sight of her long red nails on Tanya's dress. Just when she
thought she was going to explode in Tanya hand, Vera withdraw the
vibrator, and Tanya stopped her stroking. She was ordered to stand
up straight.
Vera ordered her to walk over to the full length mirror on the
opposite side of the room. She wobbled over. Her knees were
rubbery from being bend over, the heels had become very painful,
and, as she walked over her whole trembled from being brought to
the brink of a climax, and then pulled back.
As she stood in front of the mirror, Vera ordered her to turn
sideways. She raised up Annette's short skirt and ordered her to
hold it above her waist. She placed Annette's cock in her hand,
from underneath, palm up, and rapped her long nails around it, and
gently started to stroke her again. "Now, wasn't that fun
darling", Vera asked? Before she could even reply, Vera had taken
a small stick perhaps about 6" long, and smacked her cock with it.
She let out a shreik and wobbled, but Vera held her cock tightly.
Tanya came up behind her and helped support her, while Vera
alternately stroked her cock, and then gave it a resounding smack.
After only a minute or two of this treatment, her legs were again
trembling, and her whole body was shaking.
"I don't think she can take much more Tanya, Perhaps it's time
to finish her off, would you like to do it or shall I", Vera
asked? "I'll do it, Tanya volunteered. Vera released her grasp on
Annette's cock and Tanya came around to the front and knelt in
front of her. She quickly slide Annette's cock into her mouth, and
started to suck her off. Within seconds Annette's whole body
jerked and she came like she had never come before. Her whole body
in a spasm.
Tanya helped support her, and guide her back to the couch. The
relief of sitting down, and taking the pressure off her heels was
almost heavenly. She was given a few minutes to relax, fix her
make-up and recover. Then she was ordered to kneel in front of
Vera and eat her pussy, after a minute or so of this, she was
ordered to switch to Tanya, then back again.
"I believe I'm growing tired of this", Vera said to Tanya.
"Why don't you two play." "I think I'll pay a visit to little
Maryann." "I feel the need to play the mommy part tonight."
She left Tanya and Annette on the couch. As soon as she left
the room Tanya said "Ok, enough of this playing around, I want to
fuck, lay down." Annette laid on her back and Tanya once again
slide that cock into her luscious red mouth, but this time only to
prep it. As soon as it was nice and hard she squatted over it and
plunged it home. She pumped for all she was worth, while Annette
underneath her weight, stroked her clad thighs. With a shivering
orgasm she collapsed on top of Annette.
She smiled down and bend over to kiss her. "Now, aren't you
glad we bought you here", she whispered in his ear.
VICTIM # 3
TINA TITS THE TV WHORE
Rather than bore you with the continuing details, of how Vera
and Tanya keep obtaining they victims, I believe you've already
gotten the picture. So I'll just get on with the rest of the story
so you can enjoy yourself.
The latest victim was Tom, a 32 year old Electrical Engineer
who loved dressing like a whore/slut. He also had a thing about
super large breasts. In Tom's eyes this was the biggest turn-on.
It was one of the main reasons he dressed, although there were
others.
After hearing Vera's usual sales pitch and agreeing to
everything Tom was deposited into the care of Doris & Susie for
his complete transformation.
"I'm really going to enjoy doing this one because I can go
wild", Doris said. They were in the mirrored back room of the
salon trying to pick out underclothes for Tom who stood naked
before them. "As far as I'm concerned there's only one type of
lingerie for a slut, that's black", Susie said, "so let's stick to
the basics. "I agree", Doris said, "OK black it is."
They placed a frilly black lace garter belt around Tom's waist
and hooked it in the back. It had long garters and pink bows on
each garter and a pink bow in the middle of the belt. Next they
slid a pair of black satin panties up his smooth legs and made
sure the garters hung down properly. Next came a pair of black
seamed nylons. Then the crowning touch. A custom made black satin
bra size 50MM. Huge torpedo shaped cups. Even Tom gulped when he
saw it. Susie slid the straps up his arms and then pulled it very
snugly on and clasped the row of 5 eye hooks that held it in the
back. Doris produced a special set of inserts that went with bra
and inserted them. Tom was immediately aware of the very heavy
weight of the inserts.
Doris stood back to examine their handiwork, and said "Check
it out Susie, the Hindenberg blimp!" They both laughed, but in spite
of their ridicule Tom felt his cock quickly raising just by
looking at the giant bra in the mirror in front him. Doris reached
out to caress the front of Tom's panties. "Oh, check it out Susie,
the blimp must be full of hot air, it's rising." Susie and Doris
had an attack of the giggles, but when they recovered they took
Tom. "Don't worry sweetie, we're only teasing you, actually we're
having as much fun as you are."
Tom turned first one way then the other examining his black
lingerie in the mirror. The bra almost looked silly, but not
quite. The girls lead him out to the main salon and sat him in the
chair. "No sense fussing with your hot tits, since you don't
really have enough for the kind of style we have in mind. We might
as well use a wig. We'll get to that later, but first make-up!!"
Tom's face was covered with a foundation cream, then a toner.
Then pressed powder. Tom's real eyebrows had already been shaved
off completely so the girls were free to paint in any style
eyebrow they wanted. After a little whispered plotting between
Doris & Susie, Doris went to work. "My idea", she said, "so I get
to do it." The style she decided on was very high and very rounded
almost resembling a half moon. They looked sort of like Betty Boop
eyebrows in midnight black. They were outrageously feminine, more
than any real girl would wear, but still Doris thought the looked
very sexy. Susie quickly followed that with three different shades
of eye shadow. Dark green, leading to a grayish green, leading to
pearlized white under his eyebrows, enhancing them even more. Next
Doris glued on a long thick pair of ladies false eyelashes and
made Tom keep his eyes closed while they set in place. Next came
the black eyeliner. Old fashion liquid eye liner, that Susie
painted on with a tiny paint brush. After outlining his eyes
dramatically she added little tiny painted lines simulating lashes
under his lower eye. She was starting to get carried away with her
paint the slut by numbers routine, but decided on one last touch.
On his right upper cheek, she painted a black heart shaped beauty
mark. She added blusher in a bright fuscia streak down each of his
cheeks, and then decided to let Doris do his lips, she was great
at that.
Doris outlined his lips in a dark purple, with a lip liner
pencil, but the outline she draw was far inaccess of his normal
lip line. Big voluptuous feminine lips. She filled it in with a
dark purple lipstick. While Doris worked Susie was busy fitting
almost 2" long nails to Tom's hands. These too were painted a deep
dark purple. "Oooohhh, slut city if ever I saw one", Doris said.
Tom started to turn his head to look in the mirror, but Susie
snapped it back. "No way, babe, we'll let you see our handiwork
when we're all done but until then no cheating", Susie said.
Confident he wouldn't turn, she let go of his chin.
Tom was lead back to the back room again for the outer
clothes. First a hot pink nylon see-thru blouse, that actually
looked more like the top of a nightgown. His huge black bra was
completely visible beneath it. It had 3/4 flowing sleeves that
ended just below his elbow with nylon ruffles. Susie helped him
into a tight black leather mini-skirt that barely covered his
crotch. Doris added a 4" wide black patent leather belt with a
huge diamond buckle to pull his waist in tight and accent it. Then
last but not least 6" black patent leather spike heels, with
buckling ankle straps.
They sat him down, and Susie added jewelry. A pink beaded
necklace with large ornate beads, and a matching bracelet for his
right wrist. On his left wrist she placed several shiney gold hoop
bracelets, and for his ears large pink & black beaded dangling
earrings that swayed back and forth with every head movement.
Doris decided at the last minute to add a gold ankle bracelet
around his ankle.
"Hang in there honey, we're almost done, just the wig", Doris
said. And what a wig it was. All jet black, and teased over a foot
in every direction. A fantastically wild hairdo. In fact it looked
as if a hair stylist had teased it all up in preperation of
turning it into a bouffant hairdo, and then just stopped instead
of styling it into place. It made Tina Turner's hairdo look like a
pageboy.
Doris lead him over to the full length mirror. "Introducing
Tina Tits, Super Slut", she said with a flourish. Tom was
astounded. He looked like one of the artist's drawings in the TV
books he purchased. Never in his life did he think he could look
that sexy. Every square inch of his body from head to toe was a
sexual come-on. It was the tits however that really turned him on.
Playing peek-a-boo under his pink see-thru blouse.
Susie slid up behind him and wrapped her hands around his
tits from behind and caressed them with her hands. The sight of
her long red nails flashing across his giant tits literally made
him weak in the knees. She slid her hands from his tits down to
his hips and across the front of his mini-skirt lightly caressing
the bugle in it. "Oh Tina baby, you and I are going to have some
fun tonight!" "You", Tom said? "Oh yea sweetie, me. I'll be
joining you as soon as I can change into something a little more
appropriate for a sex show."
Doris lead him down the hall back to the living room, but
before they entered she gave him a little pat on the ass and said.
"You're on your own now babe, Vera's waiting for you. Remember to
strut your stuff like a hot little bitch."
Tina took a deep breath not knowing what to expect, but
knowing no matter what she looked like to anybody else to herself
she looked and felt wonderful. She strutted into the room and saw
Vera & Tanya seated on the couch. Both women were dressed in black
leather. Vera in a skin tight black leather dress, and the
slightly younger Tanya in a leather mini-skirt and a black leather
halter top with laces across the front.
"Well, well would you look at this Tanya. Now this is the way
a TV slut should be dressed. Don't you agree Tina?" "Yes
Mistress", Tina answered. "Susie & Doris are so talented in
turning out your little angels aren't they", Tanya said. "Well
let's get started, let's see her perform like a hot little cunt",
Tanya said.
Vera ordered her to parade around for them, and she gave it
her all. She Wiggled her way from one end of the room to the
other, and then back again. Hips swaying, tits bouncing, ass
wiggling. Vera & Tanya took turns ordering her about. Turn this
way, walk over here, glance over your shoulder, turn around, walk
aback again, bend over, put your hands on your hips. Order after
order all designed to show off Tina's new outrageous feminine
personality and tits. She loved it, she was a walking talking sex
show.
"OK, enough preliminaries, let's see some real action, if
your really a whore." Both women got off the couch and lead Tina
over to the full length mirror. She stood facing the mirror.
"Dance slut", Vera said. "I don't understand Mistress", Tina
replied. "Oh I'm sorry, that's right there's no music. Tanya could
you please put on some music so our little whore can entertain
us."
Tanya put on the stereo, and the pulsing beat of Samantha
Fox's "Touch Me" blared from the speakers. "Now dance, bitch",
Vera said. Tina swayed a little to the music but obviously Vera
wasn't going to wait for her to get into it. She signaled Tanya,
and Tina felt the crack of Tanya riding crop across her ass,
followed immediately by two more blows. "You heard her cunt,
dance, come on, I've seen nerdy boys dance better than that."
Three more blows rained down. Tina now was now doing much better,
swaying to the beat, feet moving. Her huge tits bouncing up and
down, her large dangling pink & black earrings bouncing off her
fuscia cheeks. Everytime she slowed or wasn't good enough Tanya's
crop smacked her a couple of blows to encourage her to do better.
"Look at yourself, slut", Vera said. "Go on, look at that
tramp hairdo, that slut makeup, those cheap whore clothes, you
love it don't you?" When Tina didn't answer immediately Tanya's
crop came down again in a flurry of blows. "Answer me, cunt" "Yes
Mistress." "Yes Mistress what?" "Yes Mistress, I love it" "What do
you love slut, tell me" "I love dressing like a slut" "What else
bitch" "I love my spike heels, I love my make-up, I love my tits."
"That's right cunt, you love it. And now I think it's time for you
to show us what you really like doing. Tanya, see if Susie is
ready.
Susie entered from the hall, but it didn't appear to be the
same Susie he had left a little over an hour ago. This Susie was
decked out from head to toe in lavender. A lavender see-thru
blouse like Tina's with her black bra showing just like Tina's and
the tits almost as large. A black leather mini-skirt with lavender
nylons, and 6" lavender spike high heels. Even her make-up was
lavender. Lavender blush, and eye shadow, with heavily made up
eyes, and dark lavender lipstick similar to Tina.
"Tina Slut, meet Susie Slut", Vera said. Susie took Tina's
hand in hers. She had 2" long frosted lavender nails. She gave a
little wiggle standing next to Tina, bumping Tina's hip. "Aren't
they lovely", Vera Said to Tanya. "Our own little slut sisters,
Tina & Susie." "Give your sister a little kiss Susie", Vera
ordered. Susie slid her arms around Tina's belted waist, and gave
her a quick tiny little kiss on the lips. "Let's see you two
perform like good little whores."
It seemed Susie needed no further encouragement. As soon as
Vera spoke she was all over Tina. Her hands and lips were
everywhere at once. She rubbed her nylon covered tits up against
Tina's. She ground her pelvis up against her crotch. She reached
down and fondled his cock through the mini-skirt. Tina forgot
everything except the girl in front of him, and responded to
Tina's every move with abandon. She slid her hand up Susie's skirt
and was shocked to be grabbing a hard on instead of a pussy.
"Surprise, Baby", Susie whispered in his ear.
"I see Tina has discovered, Susie's real charm", Tanya said.
"In that case it's time for the main event", Vera replied. "Take
off your skirt Susie and sit on the couch." "And you whore, kneel
in front of her"
Susie stripped off her skirt and Tina saw she was also
wearing lavender panties, but those didn't last long. Susie peeled
those off too and her cock spring free. Tina gasped. Her cock and
balls were completed shaved as smooth as her legs. She knelt in
front of Susie. "All right slut, now it's time for you to really
earn that name, suck her cock."
Tina needed no further encouragement. She slid that beautiful
smooth cock into her mouth all the way. Susie groaned and leaned
back against the couch. Tina slid the cock in and out slowly, God
how she loved that cock, so smooth, so white. Except, now it was
covered with her purple lipstick. She felt someone grab her hips
and pull her ass up. She was going to turn her head to see, but
Susie placed her hand on the back of Tina's head, and pushed her
down. "You just sucking sweetheart", she said.
Vera had strapped on a 7" dildo and Tanya was lubricating it.
She positioned herself and slowly inserted it into Tina ass. Tina
would have yelled, but she couldn't with her mouth full of Susie's
cock. Slowly Vera started to fuck her, building in speed. Tina
felt Susie start to tense, and knew she was going to come. She
couldn't pull away. Her head was firmly held in place by Susie's
long lavender nails. Vera pushed the dildo in as far as she could
just as Susie came in Tina mouth. Her hot load sliding down Tina's
throat. She had no choice but to swallow. It was either that or
choke to death. Susie released her grip and Tina removed the cock
from her mouth. A little cum escaping down the side of her purple
lips.
"That was a lovely display, slut sisters", Vera said. "Did
you like taking it at both ends like a whore Tina?" "Yes
Mistress", Tina replied. Her breath coming in short gasps. "Well
you lovely ladies, have had your fun, now it's time for our fun."
Vera & Tanya both removed their clothes and sat on the couch
side by side. They ordered the two sluts to kneel in front of
them. "Now show momma how good you are at eating pussy also Tina",
she said pulling Tina's head forward. Susie did the same thing
with Tanya. Both girls serviced their Mistresses. After several
minutes they were ordered to switch. Tina now serviced Tanya,
while Susie serviced Vera. This switching went on several times
until both women orgasmed. Each grasping the head of her little
slut and pushed it as deep into her pussy as it would go.
"Alright, you ladies did a wonderful job, but it's getting
late and Tanya and I have some plotting to do. Your free to do
anything you like. Your dismissed."
As they left the room, Susie stopped Tina by pulling on her
arm. "Are you mad at me, because you didn't know?", she asked.
"Oh no, Susie, I'm not mad. God your beautiful, even beneath all
that make-up. I swear, I thought you were a girl, but I'm far from
disappointed, you just took me by surprise." "I know, that was the
whole idea. Mistress Vera ordered me & Doris not to make any
reference to my sex. She wanted to see your expression, when I
undressed." "Do you like me?", Susie asked. "Oh yes", Tina
replied. "With or without the make-up?" "Both ways actually, your
so pretty with regular make-up and clothes, I wish I could hug you
and kiss you. But I'd be lying if I told you the make-up your
wearing now didn't turn me on. Especially that big hairdo."
"Would you like to spent the night with me?", Susie asked. "Yes I
would very much", Tina replied.
"Great, let's go to my room, and I'll be your slut for a
while. I got A+ in cocksucking at the sissy school." "I'm sorry, I
don't know why I said that, I didn't mean to offend you."
She really liked Tom/Tina. Me and my big mouth she thought.
She didn't what to frighten him off. Maybe he was offended by the
sissy remark. God, what's wrong with me she thought. I'm acting a
school girl. But still, she thought, he's really very handsome as
a man, an he's really cute all dolled up in his Tina Tits outfit I
think I could really go for him in a big way. She looked
questioningly into his eyes. He smiled, she smiled, his smile grew
larger, her's got larger. He started to laugh, and then they were
both laughing hysterically walking down the hall to Susie's room.
"Was that cocksucking 101, or advanced deep throat with Dr.
Fellito?" They both started laughing again.
VICTIM # 4
LUSCIOUS LOUISE THE DRAG QUEEN
Vera's next "Girl", was Larry a 28 year old technical writer
from L.A. He frequented all the female impersonator shows in the
area. In fact most Fridays or Saturdays that's where he could be
seen, right in the front row, openingly admiring the girls in the
show. He wondered what it was like to be that outrageously sexy,
and he wished he could look like that. Vera was about to make his
wish come true.
He was easily captured coming out of the last show at one of
the clubs on Friday night. Tanya waited in a long black limo,
while the chauffeur told Larry that there was an impersonator who
would like to meet him, he indicated the limo. Larry of course
didn't even think, he just climbed into the limo, and the next day
found himself on Vera's couch. After the usual dickering back and
forth Larry admitted that is what he wanted out of life, and Tanya
escorted him to Doris & Susie in the salon.
"Honey we're going to pull out all the stops with you", Doris
said. "When we're through with you", Susie said, "Marilyn Monroe
will look like a country hick." They started with pink satin
panties and pink satin corset with back laces. No bra was
necessary since the dress they planned would have it's own built
in bra. The corset was laced to waist crunching dimensions, and
soon Larry's 28 inch waist became a 21 inch waist.
The girls seated him in the salon chair and began a complete
make-up job. First Susie applied a covering base and then beige
liquid foundation. Doris had already plunked his eyebrows earlier
and Susie started to pencil in beautiful tapered arched feminine
eyebrows, forming a long graceful curve. While Susie was working
on the top, Doris was busy giving him a pedicure and painting his
toenails a bright Chinese red.
Susie shadowed his eyes with varying hues of dark and light
gray, and then powder blue. She worked very slowly and carefully
since eye make-up was all important to this role. Vera had
instructed the girls that the make-up should be exceedingly heavy
Las Vegas Show Girl style make-up, however even when viewed close
up it should be obvious how painstakingly it had been done, there
should be no flaw . Next Susie opened the draw on their work
counter and withdrew a box. When she opened it, inside was the
most exquisite set of ladies false eyelashes. Actually it was two
pair of custom lashes glued to one another forming a thick, thick
lash. They were just slightly over 1" long. An Susie had
personally seen that every lash looked gorgeous. turning them over
she deftly spread glue on the underside, and then holding them
with twezzers she closely placed then on Larry's closed eyes. She
poked and prodded them into place with a long thin plastic stick
almost like an oversize toothpick. She instructed Larry not to
move or open his eyes while the glue set.
When they were dry Larry was instructed to open his eyes and
blink them a little. To him it felt as if a weight was on each eye
pulling the lid down. Half of his previous view now seemed to be
obstructed by the long black lashes, but Susie wasn't done yet.
She retrieved another set of lashes that weren't quite as long or
thick but heavy by normal standards. These she glued to Larry's
bottom lashes. He was instructed to look all the way up, and keep
his eyes open, and to try very hard not to blink. It was very
difficult but he did manage to get through it only sort of half
blinking once. Susie said he had done a good job.
She gave him a small break to give him a chance to get used
to the lashes and have a cigarette, however the girls made him
promise not to look in the mirror, they didn't want to ruin the
surprise when he was fully completed. While chatting with the
girls and getting some instructions as to what was expected that
night from him he couldn't help but notice the lashes. He was
constantly aware of them. Every second that passed made him aware
of how girlish they felt. It was a feeling he savored like a fine
wine.
Back at work Susie outlined his eyes with eyeliner while
Doris went to prepare the wig they had chosen. Again working very
carefully, like an artist creating a masterpiece painting, she
was busy creating her masterpiece, Louise. Next she used two
different shades of blusher, the difference in shading was almost
impreceptible except when you looked close, you could see that one
shade was lighter than the other. She used the darker red in the
center as she stroked a sweep down his cheek, then the lighter one
slightly above and below the center streak. Then she used her
fingertip to blend them together forming a blush that tapered off
smoothly blending with the facial make-up. So smooth was the blend
that even close up one could hardly tell where the blush began and
ended.
Now only the lips remained. She outlined these with a long
thin paintbrush with dark red. She extended Larry's lip line just
a little all around to give him the full luscious feminine lips
that he would become famous for. She filled this in with a bright
red lipstick, and then over this a clear dazzling lipgloss. She
stepped back to examine her handiwork. "Oh honey, men are going to
faint in the isles when they see you", she said.
She went to see how Doris was coming with the wig, or stood I
say wigs plural. Doris had already previously styled two wigs. One
was a beautiful platinum blonde wig, but while Susie had worked
her make-up magic she had joined a wiglet to it in the same
platin
formed a huge ultra feminine hairdo. "Befitting for a Queen's
Cornation", Susie said, "no pun intended."
Larry was told to close his eyes, while the girls brought it
in and placed it on his waiting head. Doris tugged it into place
and styled and fixed here and there, until she was satisfied.
"god it's gorgeous, isn't Susie", Doris asked? "Magnificent",
Susie replied.
Doris worked on Larry's nails while Susie went to gather the
outfit. Long tapered nails about an inch and a half long were
glued to Larry's own nails, and then several coats of the same
Chinese red nailpolish were stroked on. The nails now matched his
toenails and lips.
They had one little preperation to made to prepare Larry's
body for the gown. Susie produced white medical tape and pulled
and taped his breasts. Since falsies were out they had to create
a bust for the gown. The gown was strapless and was designed to
display vast amounts of cleavage. So Susie and Doris had to create
real flesh breasts to fill the cups.
The gown Susie produced was gorgeous. A pink sequined mermaid
style gown. Skin tight the entire length of his body with a large
ruffled bottom in silver lame, and silver lame accents at the
waist and cuffs to set it off. The gown was so tight he could
barely move his legs several inches at a time. "Get used to
standing, Sweetheart, because in this gown, that's about all your
going to be able to do", Susie said. And it was true Larry
thought. He felt as if he was encased in a giant pink wrapping.
His arms were free but the rest of his body was severely
restricted. Ooopps, perhaps he spoke to soon. Doris produced a
pair of shoulder length silver lame gloves with no hands. The
gloves were tugged up his arms right to his armpits, and a tiny
little elastic loop slipped over his middle finger to hold the
bottom of the glove in place while still openly displaying his
long red nails.
Doris helped support him while his high heels were placed on
him. Since he couldn't sit. Susie slide each one on while Doris
held him for support. The shoes were silver sequined 5" heels with
severely pointed toes. When he tried to walk all he could do was
wiggle forward a few inches at a time. Susie added large
rhinestone bracelets to his wrists. "Diamonds are a girl's best
friend", she said. A large ornate necklace was placed around his
neck, and then the earrings. Huge triple tiered chandelier
rhinestone earrings hanging to his bare shoulders. These Susie
screwed on with the old fashioned screw arrangement. "Oh, those
hurt", Larry said. "Yes I know", Susie replied, "no doubt by the
end of the night you'll have a raging headache, but it's necessary
to support the weight of those large earrings. Welcome to the
world of beautiful ladies, sweetie." Doris added the final glitter
to his costume by pinning a diamond Tiara in blonde curls.
"Alright Luscious Louise, time for you to see the finished
product. He turned to see the mirror, and was met with the most
gorgeous feminine creature on the face of the earth. Susie sprayed
him all over with perfume, enveloping him in a cloud of sweet
feminine eroticism. She handed him a silver lame evening purse and
Susie draped an pink ostrich feather boa over his arms, and showed
him how to hold it cradled in his arms.
Susie placed his cigarettes, lighter, lipstick, and klennex
in his purse while Doris gave him his final instructions.
Basically what she told him was to perform in a manner befitting
his costume, as if he had a choice as restrictive as the costume
all he could do was wiggle and jiggle about. She told him to act
charming, flirtatious and feminine. "Remember at all times now, you
are a lady on display. Display yourself proudly. Mistress Vera
will be awaiting you in the living room."
Larry was told to walk back down the hall to the living room
on his own. The hallway at least gave him a chance to practice
walking in his gown. As he neared the living room he heard voices
as he entered the living room he stopped frozen. Vera was there
all right but so were about 50 other people. Obviously a cocktail
party was in full swing. Tanya magically appeared at his side and
grasped his arm propelling him forward and whispering in his ear.
"Louise you look simply gorgeous child. There's someone one I want
you to meet. She introduced him to a gentleman in a white dinner
jacket that matched his silver white hair. He was in his 50's but
very distinguished looking. "Louise this is Charles Fletcher,
Charles owns a chain of drug stores. Louise held out her hand, and
to her surprise, Charles took it and bowed slightly and placed his
lips to the back of her hand, kissing it softly. "Louise, what a
beautiful name, may I get you a drink?"
As he left in pursuit of a couple of drinks Tanya leaned
close and ran her long red nail across Louise's breasts, where
they bugled from the gown. "Treat him nice, and you'll find he's
very generous, and very loving", she whispered in Louise's ear."
Then as quickly as she had appeared she melted back into the crowd
of people.
Left alone to contemplate her situation, Louise was in
heaven. She felt like queen of the world. Sure her heels hurt, her
ears were beginning to ache a little, her waist was crushed, but
still it was worth it to see to way several men looked at her as
they past by. The yearning in their eyes clear. She opened her
purse to take out her cigarettes. She had just gotten one in her
hand when a man appeared at her side. "May I give you a light,
Miss..." "Louise", she replied. He held out his lighter and she
held the back of his hand lightly to steady it, slowly pulling it
away in a smooth caress the way Susie had showed her. "May I get
you a drink?" "No, I'm afraid I'm already waiting for Charles to
return" "Perhaps later", he said. "Yes, perhaps later", Louise
replied softly. The man briefly held her free hand, then turned
and left. Charles returned with two glasses of champagne. "Would
you like to drink this out on the terrace, it's a lovely view, and
we can talk?"
As Louise followed Charles out to the terrace, she thought.
My dreams have come true, that and even more. I have never felt
more beautiful in my life, and even better, obviously others find
me attractive and desirable too.
VICTIM # 5
BREATHTAKING BARBARA THE MODEL
We'll skip the usual rhetoric and just tell you Bob who was
now going to become Barbara had made a deal with Mistress Vera.
She would supply his transformation, his new wardrobe and he would
be given an apartment in L.A., and use Mistress Vera's contacts to
be passed off as a model and get modeling assignments. At night
she would use her even more extensive contacts to get him jobs
with a kinky escort service that specialized in supplying gorgeous
she-males for out of town businessmen. In return Barbara would
return 50% of her income to Mistress Vera until the clothes, car,
apartment and other things Vera supplied were paid for. Then she
would be an established model and 20% of her income would be
returned to Vera. In exchange Vera would set her up in the life
she had always dreamed of but never had the courage to do.
Susie and Doris were in the extensive bathroom in the back of
the salon preparing everything for Bob's visit. When he entered
they were just running the tub.
They helped him strip off his male clothes for the last time
amid lots of giggles. Into the sweet smelling tub he went. Doris
scrubbed his back, while Susie shaved his legs. Both girls were
starting to get a little wet with all the splashing around in the
tub area, but they were both wearing jeans and sweatshirts so it
didn't really matter.
Next they shaved his underarms. Then out of the tub and into
the shower. Doris stripped off her clothes with coy remarks like
"don't peek" and stepped into the shower with Bob and her trusty
razor. Meanwhile Susie cleaned up the tub, and proceeded to refill
it. In the shower Doris teased and caressed Bob all over his body
while her deft little hands were busy shaving his arms, chest
back, and even his pubic hair got a trim into the shape of a more
feminine pubic hair patch. His hair and eyebrows were left alone.
Then back into the tub with Susie, to soak in the sweet
smelling bath oils she had prepared. As he got out of the tub and
Susie was drying him off, she told him to hold still. Bob felt a
prick, but Doris held his hip steady. "All set", she said. He
turned around to see she was holding a needle in her hand with a
cotton ball swab. Judging some the quizical expression on his face
Doris figured he didn't understand. "You're first injection of
female hormones", she said laughingly.
Into the salon now dressed in a pink dressing robe. The girls
really went to town. His eyebrows were plunked and shaped, and his
rather longish hair was shampooed, then set in curlers. While
under the hair dryer Susie did his toenails, then added long fake
nails to his hand and cemented them on. She filed and shaped them
into perfect feminine ovals, about an inch an a half long. Then
added three coats of a very dark red nailpolish.
When his dry was dry he was taken from under the dryer, but
they left his hair in the rollers. Seated in the salon chair Susie
started on his make-up. Everything was ultra feminine, but very
discreetly done. Smokey tones in the eyeshadows, grays, browns,
and very pale green. Delicately applied blush, just enough, but
not too much. Mascara very delicately done, but no false
eyelashes. Lipstick a deep red, but somehow it still appeared to
have a very discreet touch, nothing overdone. Susie was a genius
with her cosmetic masterpieces.
Doris started to take the curlers out of his hair, and style
it. When she was done, she swung the chair around with a flourish
to face the mirror. "Ta Da", she said. Bob stared back at a woman
of haunting beauty. The kind of woman who takes your breath away.
He see that in addition to setting his hair the girls had
obviously darkened it. He used to be a medium brown, now the hair
was a deep dark brown, almost bordering on black. He had always
sort of pictured himself as a blonde Farrah Fawcett if he ever
went all the way. He he saw how wrong he had been. Doris obviously
had the eye for the right style and color for the right purpose.
"Alright, alright, enough with admiring yourself lady, let's
get you dressed like a fashion model", Susie said. "This is going
to be a little uncomfortable", Doris said, "but unless you want to
do this for the rest of your life honey, you'd better start
dieting. For a man your slim, but for a fashion model, you have to
be even slimmer. So remember when your in L.A. none of those rich
power lunches with Hollywood producers, stick to your salads or
the only modeling you'll do is for Goodyear as their blimp", Susie
said. The girls started lacing him into a black satin corset. They
yanked and tugged until Doris was satisfied they couldn't get any
more. She tied off the laces, and Susie measured his waist.
"Twenty Two", she said, "passable but it could be better."
The satin and lace cups pushed the flesh up and he had a
little mini-cleavage. Susie added a couple of inserts to fill the
cups the rest of the way. "Hopefully in a couple of months you
won't need these", she said. Next came ultra sheer black nylons,
no seam. These were hooked to her garters and then panties in
black satin were added. A black nylon half slip was added next and
then came the crowning glory for a fashion model, the outfit.
First a white silk blouse with a silk bow in the front, very
plain except for the tie bow. A black cotten skirt tight at the
waist that came to just above her knees. The classic straight
skirt. Next the matching black cotton jacket was added. It was
nipped in at the waist, and contained a little flared skirt of
black satin ruffles around the bottom, that appeared to flare her
hips out and made her waist look even skinnier than it was.
Doris added her jewelry. A single strand of pearls that laid
daintily over her white silk blouse. Small but thick gold hoop
earrings were added. A large thick gold bracelet on her wrist, and
a slim gold ladies watch on the other. Two small dazzling but yet
discreetly feminine rings were placed on her fingers. Susie helped
her slip her feet into the classic 4" black pumps, and handed her
a small black purse. "You look breathtaking Barbara", Doris said.
"The men are going to faint dead away, when they see you", Susie
added.
Barbara walked to the mirror to view her image. She girls
were right she was breathtaking. Classic feminine beauty at it
zenith. Her head started to spin, her knees grew weak, the room
seemed to be so bright, no not bright; white......
"Jesus Christ", Doris said, "you scared the shit out of us,
here sip this", she handed Barbara a glass of water. "What
happened", Barbara asked? "You passed out", Susie said. "Are you
sick", Doris asked? "No it's not that, it's just that I...well..
seeing...you know...I was so beautiful...my dreams. She was
sputtering, She started to cry. "Jesus, don't cry too, you'll
screw up my masterpiece, and your not good enough on your own to
fix it yet, God damn", Susie said as she dabbed at Barbara's eye.
"Looks like instead of a hormone shot, we should have given her a
tranquilizer shot", Doris said. "We can't fix the first shot, but
I think I know a way to fix the second one", she said. "Hold on
I'll be right back." A minute later she returned she took the
water glass out of Barbara's hand, and replaced it with a smaller
glass with brown liquid and two ice cubes. "What this," Barbara
asked? "A double shot of Jack Daniels on the rocks," she said.
Susie & Doris started to laugh, and soon Barbara joined them.
"Drink up girl, then I'll fix your lips and your make-up," Susie
said.
Fifteen minutes later Barbara entered the dining room for
supper as she had been instructed by Doris. When she entered Vera
was being handed a drink by a saucy French Maid. "Oh Barbara,
Darling, there you are. You look charming." She extended her hand.
She nodded her head toward the maid. "I don't believe you've met
Annette. Say hello Annette," Vera Ordered. "Hello Miss Barbara,
would you like me to bring you a drink?" As soon as she spoke
Barbara realized she as a man also. God she looks pretty Barbara
thought.
Over dinner Vera & Barbara discussed their plans. It was
decided Barbara would spend a month with them before leaving. This
would give Vera time to arrange things in L.A., and it would give
Barbara a chance to stick close to Doris & Susie and learn as much
as she could from them about make-up and hairstyling, because
after she left, she's be on her own. Vera gave her the name of a
salon in Los Angles owned by one of her friends. so she could get
her hair done once a week.
"Vera how can I ever thank you, or repay you?", Barbara said.
Vera stood up and moved over to Barbara. She ran her nail across
Barbara's silk covered breasts. "Oh, I think I can think of a
couple of ways." She took Barbara's hand and lead her out of the
dining room. "I can never seem to find the proper words to express
my needs," she said. "But I'm sure your much better orally..."
VICTIM # 6
HOT HELEN THE HOOKER
Vera's next victim was easy to find. Tanya simply picked up a
couple of the TV magazines in an adult book store in New York. She
picked out several ads that said the TV's like dressing like a
whore or a hooker, and were looking for dominant women. After
receiving several replies. She chose her candidate. She showed up
for her "Private" date, and the next thing her little TV hooker
knew she was in Vera's living room.
After the usual bickering and claims. Harry age 26, and a car
salesman from New York found himself in the capable hands of Doris
and Susie.
"I think this is one of my favorite roles to fit somebody up
for," Doris said to Susie. After all the usual preparations, they
were busily dressing Harry in a black & red garter belt, and a
black bra with red trim to match. This was followed by red polish
for his toenails. While that was drying Susie pasted on long fake
nails to be polished later. They slid his black fishnet nylons on
him, attached them to the garters and be was ready for makeup.
And did they ever make him up. First his eyebrows were
completed shaved off. "Painted ones will look so much nicer, don't
you think Doris", Susie asked. After applying his foundation &
powder that's exactly what see did. She painted on eyebrows. Very
high, tapering from medium to very super thin, and with a very
severe arch. "My, oh my, He looks like the wicked witch of the
west," Doris said. "Not yet, but she will be by the time I'm done
with her," Susie replied.
Next came eyeshadow, this time not Susie's usual intricate
job, but one whole solid color, making his whole upper eyelid
deep green, under his severely arched eyebrows. This was followed
by long, thick black false eyelashes. Susie examined her
handiwork, adjusting things here & there. Next was eyeliner. Black
liquid eyeliner, tons of it. Susie filled in the entire crease of
the lower eyelid with black eyeliner, and draw sloping lines out
toward the edge to met the severe brows. Then it was blusher,
actually it was more like old fashion rouge, then blusher, because
they was hardly anything daintily about this. It was just a bright
red streak painted down the side of her cheeks. Very garish, but
simply it implied the image they were looking for. Next Susie used
a dark red lip pencil to extend Harry's lips, making them much
larger then they really were. Then she filled it in with bright
red carmine lipstick. "Honey, when a man sees these lips he knows
they only have one use...popping his cock right in there for you
to suck," Susie said.
Make-up completed, they moved on to the clothes. "I think we
should stick with the traditional look, don't you agree," Doris
asked? "Oh yes," Susie said, "traditional is always best." So
Doris helped their would be hooker into a black wet look
miniskirt, super tight, and super short. The garters from the belt
showed as well as a very small patch of white skin above the
fishnet tops. He sat while they strapped silver glitter high heel
platform pumps to his feet. They had open toes to show his red
painted toenails, and a 3" platform, with chunky 8" heels. All in
silver glitter. Little silver ankle strap secured them to his
feet. While he was seated Doris figured she might as well do the
wig. The one she chose was a bright flaming red hairdo in an afro
style. It looked emence once it was on his head. Not much combing
was necessary, just sort of make sure it was in position.
She placed a red plastic beaded necklace around his neck, and
fastened it in the back. It had 5 strands of bright red plastic
beads. They added huge red plastic hoop earrings, and a matching
red plastic bracelet to his wrist. Susie did his nails the same
bright red. As he stood up they added the "traditional" white
rabbit fur hooker jacket. "What about a blouse," he asked? "Be
serious cunt, you don't need a blouse. A whore has to be able to
get in and out of her clothes quickly. For you a blouse is
unnecessary, besides we want to advertise the merchandise."
The newly created Helen practiced walking around in her
platform shoes, and was then lead to the party that awaited.
The whole group was present at the party except for Maryann.
Vera said that this "adult" entertainment was to advanced for her,
but Annette the maid, Tina Tits, Luscious Louise, and Barbara were
all there at Vera's orders to participate. "Ah, the entertainment
arrives," Vera said.
Without so much as a greeting or anything, she said "Do your
job Whore, kneel & suck." When Helen hesitated Tanya's riding crop
whistled through the air to smack Helen's black mini-skirted ass.
Tanya's hands then pushed down on Helen's shoulder's. Kneeling on
the floor she was order to open her mouth in a nice big round "O."
When she hesitated again Tanya's crop fell two or three times in
rapid succession. The pain was intense and she needed no further
encouragement to obey. She opened her mouth. Vera lead Annette up
in front of her, stood behind her, and reached in front to raise
Annette's dress. She had on no panties. From behind Vera pushed
her forward and Helen held her red lipsticked mouth open while
Annette's cock slid in.
She sucked slowly at first, leaving a trail of bright
lipstick the entire length of Annette's cock, but if she slowed
down even a little. Tanya's crop fell again, encouraging her to go
faster. When she felt Annette cumming in her mouth, she tried to
pull away, but Tanya's hand at the back of her head, held her in
position. She was forced to swallow the entire load of cum. Vera
replaced Annette with Tina, and they went through the same routine
again, then Louise, then Barbara.
Helen sucked one cock after another with no rest, only a few
seconds between blow jobs to put on additional red lipstick each
time. She girl's load sliding down Helen's hot throat. When she
finished each of the other TV's Vera said, "well we can see that
we certainly knows how to suck cock now, like a whore, but is she
any good at eating pussy."
Vera removed her dress and panties, and sat on the couch.
"Eat my cunt you worthless slut." Helen jumped to obey, her head
buried in Vera pussy, licking away happily. Tanya and Vera took
turns using their little private whore to bring them pleasure.
Something Helen was quite happy to do.
VICTIM # 7
SISSY SUSAN THE SUBURBAN HOUSEWIFE
Vera & Tanya talked for a long time before deciding to bring
in Stanley. First of all Tanya said he was completely willing
and didn't need to be hustled off. That sort of ruined half the
fun Vera thought. Additionally Wondered if the TV would really be
any fun. Her particular fetish was not really the sort of thing
Vera could put together a scenario for, for her own amusement or
entertainment. It seemed Susan nee Stanley enjoyed feminine
things, but all feminine things, particularily those things
concerned not with dressing up, but feminine maintenance. He was
happiest in pink curlers, and a pink quilted housecoat, like a
suburban housewife.
Vera finally decided if nothing else he could provide
entertainment to the others, or help Annette in her serving when
there was a party. Vera called in Doris & Susie and some plans
were formulated to maximize Susan's particular fetish for bizarre
feminine things. It seemed a little silly, but Tanya pointed out
that it would be fun to watch this guy squirm in feminized
humiliation....
Fresh from one of Doris's sweet smelling bubble baths,
Stanley relaxed in the salon chair. He was 28 years old, relatively
slim for a man, and he had previously worked in a retail computer
store selling software. He had long brown hair, so fortunately
Doris would have no trouble styling his hair. His legs, arms, and
eyebrows had already been taken care of during the bath, so the
girls were ready to begin. His cock was already rock hard,
something that didn't escape Doris & Susie.
"You really enjoy this don't you," Doris asked? "Yes, I'm a
little nervous, because I've never done this in front of people
before. I use to just pick up things in the supermarket or stores,
and then do it at home. Also I never really did this much before,
I'm really excited." "Yes, I can see that," Susie said giving his
cock a little caress. His cheeks turned bright, bright red. Susie
had never before seen that extreme a blush without make-up. It was
obvious he was acutely embarassed. Perhaps this would be fun after
all.
His hair was shampooed and rinsed, and Doris started to set
it in pink curlers. Vera had instructed her to use the maximum
amount of rollers possible, and to wind them as tightly as
possible. Doris carefully separated each little tuft of hair,
placed the pink curler in his hair and wound it up to his scalp.
Then secured it with a little pink plastic pick. Row after row of
pink rollers were added. Doris rolled each one tight enough to
pull on his scalp severely, but he made no comment. He just sat
there submissively. When she was done over 40 curlers were in his
hair, and Doris was sure his scalp must have hurt something awful.
She figured in a couple of hours he would have a raging headache
if the pressure wasn't removed.
"Are you alright darling," Doris asked. "Yes M'am," he
replied. "Oh please sweetie, say that M'am stuff for Vera. Just
call us Doris and Susie. If you really feel the need call us Miss
Susie and Miss Doris." "Yes Miss Doris", he replied, as he
submissively lowered his head. Oh boy, this one is real submissive
Doris thought to herself as she cleaned up. Susie was now ready to
do his make-up. She added all the standard feminine stuff
foundation, powder, eyebrow pencil, eyeshadow, mascara, blush ,
and lipstick, but nothing was really overdone, just a light touch
of make-up. Enough to soften his features and give them a feminine
appearance. Susie did her usual marvelous job and even with that
minimal make-up he looked very cute and girlish. She decided it
was the curlers. Let's face it she thought to herself, it's pretty
difficult not to look feminine with your hair set in pink curlers.
She was beginning to see exactly why it turned him on.
Susie turned the chair around for him to see. "Meet Susan",
she said. He gazed at the feminine image that stared back and he
raised one hand to touch the rollers, his now girlish red painted
nails daintily touch the curlers, and when he saw that in the
mirror his entire body shivered. Doris watched him. She whispered
to Susie, "He's never going to even make it to Vera at this rate.
I think I know what to do, watch me, and maybe we'll learn
something for later in the evening if my hunch is right."
"Stand up and come into the bathroom with me Susan," Doris
said. "Yes Miss Doris," he replied. She positioned him completely
nude with only his makeup and curlers in front of the full length
mirror on the bathroom door. "See how pretty you look now Susan,
aren't you happy mommie put your hair in curlers." Susan seemed
zombie like, like she was in a trance. She fell right in with
Doris's little role playing and replied, "Yes mommie." "Touch your
curlers Susan, see how it feels to be a girl." She slowly reached
down and started to stroke Susan's raging hard on. The girl was so
mezmerized see didn't even see Susie enter and seat down on the
closed toilet seat to watch them.
Doris slowly stroked Susan's cock. "Tell mommie darling,
wouldn't you like to be a girl all the time. Mommie will show you
how nice it is to be a girl. That's it, Susan pat your curlers,
into place. Let mommie show you what you look like in a kerchief."
She motioned Susie with her free hand to hurry and get one. Susie
passed it to her, and she folded it into the familiar triangle, and
placed it over Susan's curlers and tied it in a knot under her
chin. She gave Susan a little peck on the cheek and said "Mommie's
girl is so pretty." That was more than the mezmerized girl could
stand she came with great force. So much in fact, that her cum
shot the distance between her and the mirror and stained the
mirror. Doris hadn't even been holding her cock when it happened.
Doris held her around the waist until she stopped shaking, then
sat her on the toilet seat where Susie had just sat. All she could
say was "I'm sorry, I didn't expect... I'm sorry." "Honey, there's
nothing to apologize for, don't worry." But Susan just repeated
herself, "I'm sorry Miss Doris, I...I'm Sorry." "Hey!" Doris gave
her a little shake, "cut it out, I told you there's nothing to
apologize for."
The shake seemed to bring her back to reality, and she
blushed again. She started to say I'm sorry then caught herself,
and only said, "Thank you," instead. "It was really fun,
actually," Doris said. "Let's get some clothes on you though.
Susie would you please clean the mirror," she said. "Why me,"
Susie asked? "Because I was right," Doris replied. Doris stuck her
tongue out at Susie as they walked back to the salon. Susie gave
her the finger, but she only laughed.
She placed a pink nylon bra, and pink panties on Susan. A
pink garter belt with white lace ruffles, and tan nylons on
Susan's legs. Little pink bedroom slippers were placed on her with
4" heels, and little fluffy maribou pom poms. Doris took a brand
new pink quilted ladies housecoat from the box, sprayed it with
some perfume and placed it on Susan. It was obvious from the
expression on her face, she was in ecstasy. Thank God Doris had
"Relieved" her once already. The girls quickly changed their
working clothes for some skirts and blouses, and fixed their
makeup. Then they accompanied Susan down the hall to the living
room.
Vera smiled when she saw Susan in her high heel bedroom
slippers, pink housecoat, and curlers and kerchief. Doris leaned
over and whispered into Vera's ear for a while. Obviously she was
relating the story of what had just happened to Vera. Vera kept
nodding and listening. "Yes, I see, it is good information to
know, thank you Doris," Vera said. "Susie, would you get all the
items we talked about last week, please," Vera said. "Why me all
the time," Susie mumbled to herself. Tanya joined her. "What's a
matter Susie, having a tough day, I'll help you get them." "Thanks
Tanya, yea I guess so."
They returned with a whole pile of feminine things which they
uncerimoniously dropped in the corner. "Well now, let's see what we
can find for Susan to wear," Vera said. She again found herself in
front of a full length mirror. Only in panties and bra now. The
girls took turns dressing her in various feminine articles. But
everything was mismatched. They just picked up things at random.
All the while they dressed her they took turns masturbating her.
The outfits were bizarre and varied. First it was shoulder length
black evening gloves with her housecoat. Then a silver glitter
evening purse to go with that. Then it was a diamond necklace and
huge dangling diamond earrings. Then the housecoat was removed and
it was an lacy white apron. Then that was removed and it was a
pair of pink hip-huggers, and a sequined tube top. Then that was
removed and the kerchief was replaced with a lacy roller bonnet.
Then later that too was removed, and it was a ladies one piece
bathing suit. When Tanya saw the bathing suit, she added a ladies
pink bathing cap with flowers. She struggled to pull it down over
the curlers, but she finally somehow tugged it into place. Snapped
the strap under Susan's chin and continued her manual stimulation.
Susan looked ridiculous in the the cap, because she was still
wearing the diamond earrings, and necklace. Each article on it's
own had a sort of feminine fetish value. A very girlish type of
girl would wear a pink rubber bathing cap with rubber flowers on
it, but she certainly wouldn't wearing it with rhinestone dangling
earrings.
The girls seemed to take delight in seeing what bizarre
combinations they could come up with. The bathing suit was
exchanged for a black evening gown, and the bathing cap was
removed. Now the evening gown matched the evening gloves, but the
curlers in her hair certainly didn't. Neither did the little
girl's pink purse they gave her to hold. In the intervening hours
she came three more times while the girls jerked her off. They
told her pretty or adorable she looked in each of her outfits,
and continually changed things. 6" black patent spikes with her
pink housecoat again. Susan seemed to be wearing out, and the
girls decided on one more addition to get her through one more
time. Vera produced a red harness ball gag. She popped it into
Susan's mouth and secured the straps tightly right over Susan's
curlers pulling them down even tighter, the bottom strap was
buckled under her chin, and while Vera spanked her with a ladies
hairbrush, Tanya masturbated her. She was ordered to keep her hands
on her curlers and look at herself in the mirror. Again she came,
nearly exhausted.
But Vera had one last sadistic pleasure in mind. She called
for Annette. Annette sat in one of the easy chairs and Susan was
ordered to kneel in front of her. "Now, Susan I understand that
housewives sometimes wake up in the morning to a horny husband. I
don't happen to have any horny husband's handy, so Annette will
have to do. I further understand that in order to stop their
mate's whining they suck him off to get him off, and shut him up.
So I want you to show me how a good little housewife sucks cock
while her hair is in curlers in the morning."
Tanya removed her harness gag, fixed her lipstick and shoved
her head forward. She grasped Annette's cock and slid it into her
mouth. Annette placed her hands on Susan's curlers as order by
Vera an pushed down, forcing her head down, and pressing the pink
curlers into her scalp. Susan's curlered head bobbed up and down
as she sucked Annette's cock. Soon Annette exploded and cum shot
into Susan's face, hair, and curlers.
"OK ladies, everybody has had their fun. Annette please help
Susan get cleaned up, and then it's time for bed. It's been a long
day."
VICTIM # 8
CARLA CUNT THE FETISH MODEL
Vera's last victim, to round out her stable of TV party toys
was Carl, a stock broker age 32. Tanya had spotted a picture of
him in one of the TV magazines that featured ads. His ad had
stated that he was into tight corsets, very high heels and fetish
clothes. He was also looking for dominant women who enjoyed this
type of thing. Vera was going to see to it that he got exactly
what he wanted.
Tanya continued to correspond with him. Pictures were
exchanged, and a meeting was set up. Three weeks later on a Friday
night Tanya rang his bell. He opened the door to she Tanya all
decked out in a tight black leather dress, and a full length sable
coat. That was the last thing he saw. Tanya reached in the coat's
pocket and sprayed something in Carl's face. He barely had time to
say "What the hell..." before he slumped to the floor. Tanya
whisked him off to the Island, and he was kept sedated the entire
time. Even during his transformation process he was kept in a
zombie like state with a drug Vera had obtained from a friend. The
mind was left sort of blank but the body obeyed. A new drug her
friend assured her that was currently very popular wit the CIA .He
was mobile but completely docile. Vera & Tanya personally
supervised his transformation.
Standing in the living room Tanya administered the antidote
into his upper arm. Within seconds his eyes blinked and his mental
facilities returned. He looked at Tanya, "It's you", he said,
"what the hell happened?" Then he realized how he was dressed.
Vera gave him a second to take it all in and then she spoke.
"Welcome to the Island. As you can see, we've given you what you
asked for. You asked for a dominant woman who would dress you in
fetish clothes. We have given you not only one but two, you've
already met my associate Tanya, I'm Mistress Vera. If you behave
yourself we will show you all the pleasures you long for, if you
don't you'll be punished, not the sexual type of punishment that
turns you on, but real punishment. Pain. Will you cooperate or is
this going to be difficult?"
Carla decided cooperation was the best bet. "Good, let me see
you model for us so we can see what you look like. And model, she
did! Although it was very difficult.
Carla was wearing red satin midi-skirt that came to her mid-
calf, it was skin tight, barely allowing her any movement. On the
top she wore a black satin short sleeve top. Her curvy body with
it's hour glass figure literally strained at the outfit in all
directions. Her breasts measured 50DD and her waist a mere 20
inches. Her hips flared to 38 inches. Her ass was full a
protruding. Hidden underneath her exotic outer clothes were a
waist crushing black leather corset, and black lace bra that were
custom made. Her panties were also special. Black satin with a
small round hole in the front for her cock to fit through. Hidden
beneath even that was the dildo. Inserted up her ass all the way
and harnessed in with a leather strap attached to the front and
back of her corset. Whether Carla walked, sat, or stood she would
always have the feminine feeling of a cock up inside her.
Her arms were tightly encased in shoulder length black
leather evening gloves that laced up her arm. They were open
handed so her 2" long dark carmine nails could be displayed. Sheer
black nylons with seams graced her legs, and on her feet were red
7" spike high heels with ankle straps, and little tiny locks.
There was no bondage equipment, none was necessary all of Carla's
clothes were her bondage. Each piece was designed with only two
purposes in mind. Displaying her womanly attributes, and
restricting her movement.
Diamond bracelets closed over her wrists, a diamond choker
encircled her neck, and huge diamond chandelier earrings swayed
from her ears. No pierced ears, that would be too comfortable.
These earrings were special. They screwed on, and front part
facing inward to her lobe had a dull but pointy mound, the back
part a slight hollow. This allowed the earrings to be tightly
screwed on until the pointy mound dig into her ear. Each of her
fingers had a feminine ring, one or two of them very large
cocktail rings. With every movement she was a flashing, glittering
feminine display, even as small as her movements were.
Her make-up was an artist's dream. Heavily made up exotic
eyes. Her whole lids covered with hues and designs. Ultra long
thick black false eyelashes, and very, very high pencil thin
feminine brows. Her cheeks severely blushed, and her lips,
dazzling in their dark red brilliance. Her hairdo was a platinum
blonde wig, teased into a bubble style hairdo. A small gold chain
necklace also around her neck beneath the diamond choker hung
between her black satin covered tits. It appeared to be one of
those name necklaces. Until you stepped up close to her. It had
only one word spelled out in diamonds...."CUNT". She looked like
an artist's conception drawing of the ultimate in womanhood.
She model back and forth across the living room for Vera &
Tanya. Her tiny mincing steps in the 7" heels making her hips sway
and her ass wiggle provocatively. Her giant tits thrust out
proudly. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, well Carla
proved that rule because it would take an encyclopedia to describe
all the sexuality that a viewer could take in, in one glance. She
didn't need to speak, her message was clear. It said "I am a sex
toy, please use me!"
She was in pain...the pain of being a beautiful woman and
dressing to please. Her waist was crushed, her heels painful and
difficult to walk in, her earrings hurt her ears, the skirt
restricted her step, The phrase "women's clothing is so soft and
comfortable" didn't apply to Carla. As she minced about Tanya and
Vera caressed her ass, felt her tits, rubbed the front of her
skirt.
"She's such a pretty little cunt, aren't you Carla," Vera
asked. When she didn't reply Tanya pressed her hand hard against
Carla's skirted ass driving the dildo even deeper. "Miss
Mistress," she panted. "Yes Mistress, what?" "Yes Mistress, I'm a
pretty little cunt." "That's better," Vera replied.
"Bring Mr. Johnson in Tanya," Vera said. A middle aged man
was lead in naked. "Carla, this is Mr. Johnson. He was previously
one of my male slaves before I started the island. However he's
done me many personal favors recently and you are going to repay
them for me. You'd like a nice blow job from Carla, wouldn't you
Arthur," Vera asked? "Yes Mistress Vera, I would." "Kneel Carla!"
"But Mistress...I...can't...the skirt is too tight....my
shoes are...I can't." "Yes you can, you little slut." Tanya
wielding a leather paddle smacked Carla's ass several times very
hard. The pain was intense, and the dildo was driven further up
her ass. She struggled to figure some way to kneel in the 7"
spikes and the hobble skirt. Using the side of the couch for
support she tried lowering herself a little at a time. Vera &
Tanya watched. "That's right struggle, go on you fuckin' cunt
suffer in your femininity," Vera said. Several times Carla aborted
her attempt, and had to stand again, only to try and find and
easier way to lower herself. Finally she managed to get into a
kneeling position. Mr. Johnson silently watched the display while
stroking his growing hard on. "Go ahead Arthur, you may use my
little toy."
He stepped in front of Carla, his cock inches from her mouth.
"Kiss it Carla," Tanya demanded. Carla puckered her lips a placed
a sweet kiss on the head. "Oh, how sweet," Vera said, "Do it
again." Again Carla kissed it. "Now suck it Carla, show Mr.
Johnson that your a good little slut."
Carla grasped his cock with her long red nails, and slid it
between her red lipsticked lips. Her long dangling earrings swayed
as she sucked cock. Her blonde hairdo bobbing up and down, a trail
of bright red lipstick on Mr. Johnson's cock. Tanya and Vera
conversed as if they were watching a movie. "Doesn't she look so
nice with a cock in her mouth...look at her makeup...I think she
the perfect image of a whore...notice the feminine way she holds
the cock...aren't her nails sexy.
Mr. Johnson was starting to breath heavy and sway a little.
He withdraw his cock and seated himself in one of the easy chairs
and Carla was repositioned to continue, when it was obvious the
end was near Vera said, "Shall we show him the last little sexual
fetish." "Yes, I think it's time," Tanya replied. "Stop for a
second Carla." Carla raised her head, and Tanya stood behind her.
With one swift movement she plucked the huge bubble hairdo off of
Carla's head...She was bald! Her head had been shaved. The
dazzling earrings and exotically made up face, and long black
lashes looked truly bizarre next to gleaming bald scalp. "Place
your hands on your head," Tanya ordered. Carla slowly raised her
hands until the rested on her bald head. The sight of the long red
nails and the exotic make-up, and the bald head were truly a
fetish lover's delight. "Slowly caress your head with your nails,
Carla," Vera said, "But do not removed your hands." Carla slowly
ran her long red nails over her bald head, from behind Tanya
pushed her head forward, until Mr. Johnson's cock was again firmly
lodged in her mouth. She sucked cock, while her long red nails
slowly caressed her head. The sight was so bizarre within seconds
Mr. Johnson was coming. Shooting a hot load of fresh cum into
Carla's waiting mouth.
Vera's complete line of sex toys was done. Everything from
little girls to Fetish models. A different toy for whatever mood
she was in. All with the sole purpose in life of pleasing her. She
felt she had almost everything she wanted. There was however one
type of TV she hadn't found yet. She would just have to send Tanya
out to find her, and bring her back to the island.
Excuse me I'll have to finish the story later. The doorbell
rang, I think someone's at the front door.................