Olivia was shocked. This was not something that she had placed in Charity's head. While they had often been around such extreme fetish outfits, Olivia thought they were simply "part of the scene" to her transformed lover, not something Charity would desire.
But now that she knew, Olivia realized this was the way to really complete her protege's makeover, to turn Charity into something that Charles could never have been.
Over the next week, she began preparing new tapes, to again alter Charity's persona, in keeping with the boy-girl's own desire for fetish wear and Olivia's plans to further mold her once-boyfriend into something erotic, exotic and kinky.
*****
"Have faith, Charity!" Olivia announced, and once again the feminized young man fell into a trance, facing the TV. Olivia switched on her tape. Immediately, images of beautiful young women in leather, vinyl and latex began to appear...and Olivia saw Charity's crotch show its tell-tale bulge. Now the images shifted, as the fetishized women were joined by others, attractive young men and women in submissive postures. How wonderful to control others as you are controlled! flashed subliminally on the screen. Leather, latex and vinyl make you a dominatrix!
Now the images changed again, as they had before. The dominatrices on the screen now had Charity's face and form. You are dominant to all but your loving mistress! You long to have them serve you as you serve her! The images continued until one final message flashed. Turn to the bedroom and see your mistress--turn and see what you will soon become! Then awake!
Charity turned to the bedroom door and there posed Olivia--much changed, now the kind of fetish-clad domme Charity had spied at the party. She was all in black vinyl, her waist severely cinched to a mere 22 inches like Charity's, her breasts padded to a massive 36-D, her legs hobbled by the tightness of the skirt at her knees, all balanced on seven-inch spikes and two-inch platforms. She brandished a whip and smiled seductively.
Charity fell to her knees and kissed the patent leather of the bizarre pumps. "Make me like you, Mistress Olivia!" she cried. "I want to be the object of submissive lust!"
"Certainly, Charity love," Olivia agreed. "But you must always remember your place with me...and I have just the way to ensure it." She gestured to the TV screen. "Return to your place of learning, my dear. Have faith, Charity." Re-entranced, Charity absorbed the lessons from the second of Olivia's new productions. Images of the fetish-clad lovelies again filled the screen...but now their companions were other dommes, each armed with a dildo. The phalluses came in a variety of sizes and shapes, some vibrated, others did not. But in every case, the scene ended with the lovely's feminized ass impaled on the artificial member. The messages flashed again: You cannot be a true domme until you have experienced feminine submission! And you cannot truly know feminine submission until you have been filled!
The images changed again, so that every one of the willing submissives was Charity and every one of the dildo-weilding dommes was Olivia. Your Mistress wishes to help you become the domme you should be! Submit to her desires!
The tape ended, and Charity awoke to the image of her vinyl-clad lover brandishing a vibrating dildo before her. Without speaking, Charity turned and sank to her knees, pulling her skirt up, revealing her panty-less bottom. "Fill me, Mistress," she begged. "Make me truly feminine, so that I may be truly dominant!"
*****
The fetish-party was in full swing. Men and women of every sexual persuasion drifted and mingled. But a particularly large cluster seemed to form around a ladder set up in a corner. Both men and women, all desperate to submit to a true dominant, were drawn there.
Olivia watched from the other side of the room as her creation became the focus of attention of seemingly every potential slave in the place.
Charity's hair was curled and teased, her makeup subtly more dramatic than before. She wore a black vinyl bustier that displayed her massive tits to perfection; her legs were sealed within black vinyl pants so tight that the bulge of her sissy-cock was difficult to disguise. Her shoes were black patent pumps with seven-inch heels. She smiled lasciviously, knowing the crowd around her cared not if she were male or female, so long as she would make them her slaves.
She pointed at one young woman and then at her left shoe. The petite blonde fell to her knees and began licking and kissing the shiny leather. She pointed to a young man on the other side of the crowd and then to her right shoe, indicating the heel. He likewise dropped and took the slender stiletto in his mouth, sucking for all he was worth.
Olivia watched this for several moments and then decided her protege had had enough fun. She reached into her bag and pulled out that same vibrating dildo and flicked the switch. Somehow the sound of it carried over the noise of the party and Charity became riveted. Her eyes were caught by Olivia's and never left them, as she kicked the two submissives at her feet out of the way and wiggled her way over to her mistress.
She turned her back to Olivia and leaned over slightly, pushing her smooth, vinyl-clad ass out. Olivia rubbed the vibrator over Charity's crack and watched the boy-girl grow even more excited. Then she beckoned to the little blonde, as she reached around and freed Charity's sissy-cock from its fetish confines.
The blonde knew what she should do--as Olivia stimulated Charity from behind, the little submissive did the same from the front, as all the while Olivia murmured, "Have faith, Charity, have faith!"
THE END
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