MISTRESS LOLA’S MALE LESBIAN LOVER
Daniel Fitzpatrick was a crossdresser. He readily admitted that…at
least to himself. He loved the feel of feminine attire…he loved making himself
up to look pretty. But he knew he needed something more…something to make him
feel feminine and womanly at all times.
He also knew he was not gay. He had no romantic or sexual interest in
men. So, what was he, deep inside? He struggled to decide and could not come up
with an answer. He devoured the available literature on transgender issues. Was
he transgender? No—he had no desire to have his body altered to look like a
woman. He was determinedly male in body…but somehow not entirely in mind. What
was he?
His explorations finally led him to seek out more professional help…and
an on-line ad attracted his attention:
Mistress Lola Venus
I specialize in assisting feminine men to find their true selves. Who are you? What are you? Let me lead you on the path to the you inside.
The ad included a local phone number. Intrigued, Daniel dialed it.
“Welcome to Mistress Lola Venus’s realm,” a recorded voice with a sexy
British accent answered. “Leave a message describing your needs and I will
return the call.”
Daniel gulped. He had never really put his “needs” in words. He hung up
and thought about it. Pulling out a sheet of paper, he began writing:
“I am a thoroughly heterosexual male with an intense desire to dress and appear as a woman. I have no interest in attracting other males. All my romantic and sexual appetites are directed to women—particularly strong women with a commanding presence. I have no idea how to deal with these desires or bring them to fulfillment.”
Having completed the description, he phoned again. This time, when
prompted, he read his little essay into the phone, ending with his name and
phone number.
Thirty minutes later, the phone rang. Daniel picked it up, said
“Hello,” and heard that same elegant voice:
“Hello, Daniel, this is your Mistress Lola. I understand you want
assistance in becoming and understanding your true self. I am more than happy
to assist you…..”
Daniel fumbled for a reply, finally asking, hesitantly. “Wha-what do
you charge?”
The voice laughed. “There’s no charge, darling. I work completely pro
bono. I enjoy helping people, especially people like you. Now, if you are truly
interested, here’s my address,” and she gave him a location on the other side
of town. “I’ll expect you at noon tomorrow.” She paused and added, sharply,
“Don’t be late…and be dressed appropriately.” She hung up.
Daniel took a deep breath. Less than 24 hours to be ready—what did
“appropriately” mean?
A few minutes before noon the next day, Daniel drove into the wide
entrance of a big house on the “rich side” of town. The place looked like it
had at least 20 rooms. Clearly Mistress Lola Venus was well off—perhaps that’s
why she could afford to offer her “services” for free. He parked the car, got
out, and carefully walked to the front door.
“Carefully”, because he was dressed in a man-tailored white blouse,
tucked into a tight-fitting red pencil skirt that came to just above his knees.
His stockinged legs were balanced on a pair of red patent-leather pumps with
four-inch heels. He had done the best job with his makeup he could manage, and
his hair, a bit long for a man, was combed into a pixie cut. He pulled himself
to attention and rang the bell.
Moments later, a dazzling woman with rich auburn hair and the most
remarkable eyes opened the door. She smiled and laughed. “I thought you would
understand what ‘appropriately’ meant,” she said. She extended her hand. “I am
Mistress Lola Venus.” As he took her hand gently, she asked, “And what shall I
call you? ‘Daniel’ is obviously not quite correct.”
Daniel paused. He had never considered a feminine name before. Finally,
in a breathy contralto, he replied. “Dani, I guess….”
“Spelled D-A-N-I, I suppose,” Mistress Lola said.
Daniel hung his head and whispered, “Yes, Ma’am….”
“Yes, Mistress,” she corrected him. “Remember that.”
“Yes, Mistress….”
Mistress Lola smiled. “That’s better. Now, follow me into my treatment
room.” She turned and strode down the corridor, turning into a room at the end.
Daniel minced behind her, his gaze rapt upon her undulating bottom, as she knew
it would be. It was the beginning of his entrancement.
“Have a seat, dear,” she said, indicating an arm chair. She took a
similar one opposite his. “Now, an explanation: My process centers on hypnosis,
I will use trance to bring you to accept, indeed to revel, in your
feminization. I will adjust your mind so that dressing and acting female will
seem perfectly normal….”
Daniel was startled. “But wouldn’t that mean being attracted to men?”
“Oh, no, Dani,” Mistress Lola continued. “But I will leave that as a
surprise.” She pulled her chair closer to his. “Now, are you ready?” She could
tell he was; all his attention was focused on the alluring hypno-domme.
She was now so close he could feel her breath on his face, so close her
amazing eyes filled his whole field of vision. “To start with”, she said, “we
have to get you feeling nice. Every time I say nice, I want you to repeat it.
Won’t that be nice?”
“Nice,” Daniel murmured, obediently.
“And the more you say it, the nicer you feel…nice…”
“Nice.”
“Good, good, that’s nice….”
“Nice.”
“Just keep saying it, Dani dear,
nice, nice, nice….”
“Nice, nice, nice, nice….”
And he continued to repeat it,
until he didn’t even remember why he was doing it.
“Nice and deep, so deep you are
only aware of me….nice….
“Nice, nice, nice,” he went on,
lost in her eyes and her voice.
“Now, Dani, it’s time to let me
into your mind, to let me remake you, mold you into the person you truly want,
you truly need to be. As I speak to you, your mind becomes soft and pliable,
like clay. I can put my hands into your mind and reshape as I wish
“Feel your thoughts changing to
those of a woman. Feel yourself thinking like a woman. the way you know women
to think. You know you are a man in body and a woman in mind. Not just a woman,
but a lesbian--male in body, lesbian in spirit.
“Realize how useless your penis
is, how unnecessary, because you know that you can only make love as a woman
does--with your tongue and your fingers. This is how you make love to a woman,
isn't it, Dani?”
“Yes, Mistress, tongue, fingers,” Dani responded, in a soft, murmuring
voice.
“Your penis cannot pleasure a woman--only your long thick tongue and
sexy fingers
can please a woman. And you need to please women, don't you Dani?”
“Yes, Mistress...I need to please women,” he answered again. “I need to
please you.”
“And you will please me, Dani,” Mistress Lola said. “Man in body, lesbian
in mind.” She led him to her bedroom, and lay beside him. “Now, make love to me
how a male lesbian makes love to me. And feel the sensation of being a woman
loving another woman as she should be loved.”
Daniel began by softly kissing the Mistress’s lips while his hands roamed
down the curves of her body. He kissed his way down her neck to her shoulders
and then to her breasts. Mistress Lola moaned and her body writhed in response.
Dani kissed her breasts and took her left nipple into his mouth. At the
same, his hand tweaked and tickled her right nipple, until both nipples were
stiff, aroused and erect. “Excellent, Dani,” Mistress Lola murmured. Do you feel my body
getting hotter?” Dani switched his mouth to her right nipple, his hand to the
left one. “So very sexy, Dani,” Mistress commended. “Such a good male lesbian toy.”
Dani let his hands stray down to Mistress’s pussy, feeling it hot and wet.
He alternately sucked her nipples as he plunged his fingers into her sex. He
raised one hand to his face and smelled the aroma of her juices. Aroused by the
smell, he mewled, “I must have more.”
“Yes,” Mistress Lola agreed. “You need the sweet nectar of your
Mistress!”
Dani kissed his way down her tummy to her thighs, and kissed the inside
of them, getting closer and closer to the nirvana of his Mistress’s sex. Finally,
he placed his mouth directly over her pussy lips, sucking at them, tasting the
juices.
“Good male lesbian,” Mistress Lola says. “Feel my juices in your mouth.
They feel so good, so sexy, so right. You know you would never get this
experience as a man. This is how you were meant to have sex--as a male lesbian.
This is right. This is good. This is you.”
The taste is sweet, yet salty, thick and warm, Dani realized. Now he let his
tongue find Mistress Lola’s clit. He must give her the pleasure, the extreme
thrill of an orgasm. He flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit, feeling it grow larger and stiffer. He felt
the Mistress’s body tense as she moved toward her climax. "Play with my
nipples," he pleaded, "let me feel the sensations of a woman!"
Mistress Lola tweaked Dani’s nipples, teasing, playing. Her thighs
clenched against his head, holding it tight against her pussy, as she felt the
first wave of orgasm pass though her. Dani was even more aroused now, more
eager to bring her pleasure. He worked harder on her clit, knowing he can bring
her to climax again.
“Stop, Dani!”
Dani was startled out of his ardent activity. “Yes, Mistress...have I
displeased you?”
“Not at all,” Mistress Lola answered. “And one day, you will have the
pleasure of making me orgasm again. But until you have earned that, you will
simply learn to associate this wonderful feeling, this amazing sensation, this
powerful memory with that phrase ‘male lesbian.’
“And any time you use that phrase ‘male lesbian’ or hear or see that
phrase ‘male lesbian,’” she continued, “these sensations will return to your
mind and remind you of what you are--a male lesbian. My male lesbian slave. What
are you?”
“I am Dani, your male lesbian slave,” he replied.
“Good girl, Dani,” she commended him, “my male lesbian slave. And
anytime I call you a ‘good girl,’ you will feel an instantaneous thrill of
arousal, pleased to have pleased your Mistress!
“And now. when I count to three, you're going to wake up and be able to
think and act clearly, remembering everything I've taught you.
In 1
2
3”
Dani awoke from his trance, staring with enamored attention at his
Mistress. “I'm awake, Mistress,” he said.
“Good girl,” she said, smiling. “How do you feel?”
Dani felt a frisson of sexual arousal through his body. He smiled and
answered, “Aroused, sexy, still very feminine….”
“Well, you are my male lesbian,” Mistress Lola chuckled. “The thing
about a male lesbian is that silly thing you call a penis is only really
for show, isn't it Dani?”
Hearing again the fateful words, ‘male lesbian,’ Dani again found himself
longing, yearning to bring pleasure to his Mistress, and aroused by the very
thought. “Yes, Mistress...but it gets hard when I know what I really am, even
so,” he explained.
“Of course, dear, that silly thing is a toy, my toy, to amuse myself
with. But when I tell you to make love to me or any woman I expect you to
remember what you are--my male lesbian slave,” she reminded him.
“Yes, Mistress...I am a male lesbian slave,” Dani admitted. “I want to
use my mouth and my fingers to please you!”
“Good girl,” she complimented him again, and another passionate wave
went through him. “My good little toy. But now I think it is time for you to
leave.”
Dani sighed, “Really, Mistress, may I not stay and be your live-in male
lesbian lover?” Just saying those words caused his cock to twitch in delight.
“No, darling, but rest assured I will call you soon,” Mistress Lola replied.
“But I have some instructions for you. Be a good girl and find some suitable
clothing to wear when we go to the hottest spot for lesbians in town—Club
Lesbos. You will be my beautiful submissive male lesbian date very soon.” She
escorted him to the door and, reaching under his skirt to caress her ‘toy,’
kissed him passionately.
Dani nearly fainted as he stepped out of the door and heard it close
behind him. His new life was just beginning.
THE END
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Great story!
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