Sunday, November 18, 2018

Portrait Gallery One

Unfortunately, I will not have the opportunity for a full-on dressing and photo session this month, as the wife's usual evening out has been cancelled. I did have time this past Monday for something a bit less complicated.

I pulled out all six of my wigs...including three I haven't worn in ages...put on makeup and set up for a series of portrait shots. I also included my prop glasses in some of them.

Here are the results of the first two, featuring my straight black wig and the very curly red one.

Monday, November 12, 2018

Under Control, Part Four

Part Four:

Over the next month, Honora and Ms. Control slowly increased the femininity of Justin's wardrobe, without ever making him look completely like a girl. They added A-cup inserts to his training bra, began to include lace on the cuffs and collars of his tops, added tight short-shorts and capri pants to his bottoms, and now all his shoes had one-inch kitten heels. Thanks to continued exposure to the hypnotic phone app, he grew to be aroused at the sound of his heels click-clacking on the hardwood floors of their home. And, of course, he slept in nothing but baby-doll pajamas.

Near the end of the month, Justin awoke one night to the sound of soft moaning from Honora's room. Was his Aunty Honora all right, he wondered. He slipped into his heeled mule slippers and minced down to her door. He knocked and called softly, "Aunty Honora, is everything okay?" The moaning simply continued. He pushed the door open and found Ms. Control laying on the bed, her legs spread, and Honora between them, servicing the other woman's pussy. The moans, it seems, were from Ms. Control, in the throes of orgasm.

"Everything is...just fine," Ms. Control said. "It's time you realized that your Aunty Honora is my lover. In fact, she is as much in my control as you are. Watch!" She shifted position and Honora raised her head from her worship. The TV came on and the screen filled with the same swirling colors that entranced Justin on his phone. Honora's eyes were glued to them. "Honora, who am I?"

"You are Ms. Control, my lover, my Mistress," Justin's aunt replied, a soft smile on her face.

"And who are you?"

"I am Honora, your puppet, your obedient servant," Honora said.

Ms. Control turned to Justin, whose eyes were also riveted to the TV screen. "And who are you, Justin?"

"I am Justin, the pretty sissy, in training to be the male lesbian lover of both Ms. Control and my Aunty Honora," he murmured.

"Very good!" Ms. Control grinned. "As long as you're here, we might as well move on to the next step of your training." She lay back down, legs spread again. "Come here and worship me as you saw your Aunty doing." She looked at Honora. "Get your strap-on harness and dildo! It's time Justin learned more of being a sissy."

Justin took his place on the bed, his round ass in the air. Honora came back with the dildo bouncing at her crotch. She lubricated it and knelt behind Justin. "Just relax and let it happen, Justin," Ms. Control advised. "I promise you it will be pleasurable." Justin buried his head between her thighs, tasting her juices and seeking out her button. Honora positioned the head of the dildo at his ass-pussy and slowly pushed in.

Justin gasped, but never stopped attending to Ms. Control. "Very good," the hypnotic mistress said. "Now, Honora, slow and easy...let our sissy feel the joy of being filled." The scene went on for some 30 minutes. Ms. Control had several orgasms and, upon her final one, she said, "All right, Honora, Justin, you may have your own climaxes."

Honora thrust the dildo deep into Justin, and his sissy-cock exploded with cream. Ms. Control scooped it up with her fingers and fed it to both Justin and Honora. "Excellent, my pets. Tomorrow, Justin can truly become Justine!"