Her Feminine Will -- Part Two

CHAPTER THREE

One month after she enrolled Darren into Vera Demanden’s school, Elaine Winchester received a package. It arrived by private messenger, with only her name as an address. She opened it to find a series of photos of her fiancé undergoing his continuing transformation, and a letter:

My dear Ms. Winchester:

Enclosed you will find photos of the progress your dear Darren is making toward being the sweet, submissive sissy spouse you desire. As you can see, he is already physically quite feminine, and I can assure you his mind and personality are developing along similar lines.

However, we have reached the stage in the process where you must make some decisions. Until now, all Darren’s girlish shape has been the result of appliances and padding. If you wish, we can make his new figure quite permanent with a visit to our in-house surgeon, Dr. Madchenmacher. Do you desire that he receive breast and butt implants, and what size? As you can see, we have had him model different sizes over the past month, so that you can determine what you find most appealing.

In addition, we can offer training in woman-to-woman sexual relations, everything from cunnilingus to anal stimulation. We can alter his psyche so that these practices arouse him and even bring him to orgasm, so that he never wishes to have so-called ordinary sex again. In preparation for that, I suggest you send us several pairs of your used panties with your reply.

Sincerely,

Vera Demanden

Elaine closed the letter and smiled, once again looking over the photos. She pulled out a page of her personal stationery and began a letter:

My Dear Ms. Demanden:

I am quite pleased and thrilled with Darren’s progress; clearly I made the right choice in turning him over to your care.

Yes, I do want his new figure to be permanent. I would suggest a set of 38C breasts and an expansion of his hips and derriere to 38 inches as well. And proper training in all submissive lesbian practices is definitely in order—including making them his only form of arousal and satisfaction. I am including a selection of my most fragrant used undies for that purpose.

I assume he will be ready for me to pick up at the end of the month?

Sincerely,

Elaine Winchester

The next day, having received Elaine’s response, Vera went to wake Darren in his pretty pink room. As usual, he had spent the night listening to his hypnotic induction, deepening his submission to all the dominant women who surrounded him. Vera leaned over the bed and snapped her fingers. SNAP!!

Darren awoke and murmured, “I obey.” He sat up, resplendent in his pink baby-doll nightie. He smiled at Vera and said, “Good morning, Ma’am!”

“Good morning, my Good Girl! Today will be a special one for you—you are going to get a permanent pair of terrific tits,” she told him.

His eyes went wide in shock. “But that would mean….”

“Yes, dear, you will never be able to pretend to be a man, again,” Vera said. “Not that you really want to, do you?” Darren hesitated. Did he want to? Might there not be times and places where he would want to at least look like an ordinary male? Vera saw the hesitation and knew what was required. “Darren obeys,” she said….and he fell back into trance. “Stand and get ready for the day,” she continued.

Darren removed his nightie and went to the shower, where he washed his hair, now a shoulder-length blonde mane, all his own. He then sat at the vanity, dried and brushed his hair, and did his makeup. While this was happening, Vera picked out his wardrobe for the visit to Dr. Madchenmacher. She picked out a form-fitting polka-dot retro frock and the appropriate lingerie. Darren dressed and then curtseyed to her. “Good Girl!” And he nearly collapsed at the wave of pleasure that ran through him.

After breakfast, Vera escorted him to a section of the facility he had never visited. The sign at the entrance read “Clinic,” and she led him through those doors and to an office. She directed him to sit in the waiting room while she spoke to the doctor.

Dr. Margrit Madchenmacher, clad in her usual fitted black suit, rose from behind her desk and greeted Vera warmly with a passionate kiss. “Vera, love, how nice to see you. This must be a special case if you are personally bringing her to me.”

“Yes, Margrit—I made the initial contact with the sponsor and I have taken a personal interest in the client’s progress, in part because I had to resort to my mesmeric abilities to bring him to consent,” Vera explained. “He is waiting outside, in trance, for your examination.”

“Well, let’s not waste any further time. Bring him in.”

Vera went to the door and spoke to Darren. “Come in and let the doctor have a look at you,” she said. Darren rose, minced into the inner office and curtseyed.

“How sweet!” Dr. Madchenmacher exclaimed. “Now, my dear, would you remove your clothing, so I can take some measurements?” Darren immediately complied and the doctor used her measuring tape on his chest, waist and hips. “What measurements did you say he was to get?” she asked.

“38C for the boobs,” Vera replied. “His natural waist, and 38 inch hips, with a nice round ass.”

“Yes, I can certainly do a satisfactory job,” the doctor nodded. “The usual large, sensitive nipples, of course?”

“Oh, yes,” Vera said. “Can you increase the sensitivity of the ass, as well? It will be good If that is also an erogenous zone.”

“Naturally,” Dr. Madchenmacher answered. “When do you want to schedule the procedure?”

“As soon as possible,” Vera replied.

“I have an opening this morning,” the doctor said, checking her calendar. “He’ll need two days for recovery, you know. I’ll call my nurse and we’ll get him into the operating room.”

“Excellent!” Vera turned to Darren. “Be a good girl and obey the doctor and her staff as you would me or Colleen. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Two days later, Vera looked in on Darren in the recovery room. He had remained in trance through the operation and recovery and it was time to let him become aware of his new appearance. She held her hand before his face and snapped her fingers. SNAP!!

Darren’s eyes flew open and he said, “I obey.” He sat up and immediately felt the weight of his breasts. He reached up to touch them and as his fingers brushed the nipples, he sighed. He looked wonderingly at Vera. “Ma’am, where did these come from?”

Vera smiled. “Do you like them?”

Darren thought for a moment and then said, “Yes, Ma’am, my new breasts are very nice.”

“Oh, no, dear, that won’t do. Sissy sluts do not refer to their bodies in such clinical terms,” Vera admonished. “Now, look me in the eyes and Darren obeys….” He immediately fell back into trance and Vera continued. “Touch your breasts,” she said and he complied. “Except they are not your breasts—they are your tits, your boobs, your jugs, your knockers, your tatas, or whatever lewd or lascivious terminology appeals to you.

“Touch your genitals. That is your sissy-cock. It has no other name…and it is entirely in the control of the dominant women in your life. It cannot get hard or spurt without their permission. And when it spurts, the lovely stuff that emerges is cock-cream.

“Touch your bottom. That is your ass. Now, finger the orifice back there. That is your ass-pussy. It is a major erogenous zone for you…you will learn to love having It penetrated by devices operated by a woman.

“Now, touch each part and tell me its name.”

Darren held his breasts in his hands and said, “These are my boobs, Ma’am.” He cradled his genitals and said, “This is my sissy-cock.” He reached behind and stroked his bottom. “This is my ass, Ma’am,” and as he poked a finger into his rectum, he said, “This is my ass-pussy.”

“Good Girl!” Vera said, and Darren felt his newly christened sissy-cock swell with arousal and the nipples on his knockers stiffen as well. “Now, get out of that bed, get dressed in some appropriate lingerie, and report to my office when you’ve eaten. There is still some training to do!”

One hour later, Darren reported at Vera’s office, in a dazzling set of virginal white bra and panties and white stockings with lace tops. He curtseyed and said, “I obey, Ms. Demanden.”

“Good girl!” And Vera could see the visible effect of that trigger on him, as his newly enlarged nipples grew stiff and his sissy-cock bulged in his panties. “Come join me on the couch, dear.” He minced over on his bedroom mules and sat seductively beside her. “Elaine wants you to be a fully trained male lesbian lover,” Vera explained, “and so we must deepen your desire for the same thing.” She looked him deeply in the eyes. “Darren obeys.” His eyes glazed over as he fell back into trance.

Vera took out the package she had received from Elaine and removed a pair of pink silk panties. “Your wife-to-be wore these for a full day. They are filled with her scent and her juices.” She passed them under his nose. “Breathe in deeply.” And he did. “This is the most erotic, most attractive perfume you can imagine. It is the aroma of your fiancé at the height of arousal. It brings you to that same height. You will desire to experience it at all times.”

She balled the panties up and said, “Open your mouth,” and when he complied, she pushed them in. “This is the taste of your fiance’s arousal. It is nectar of the gods, the tastiest, sweetest, most addictive flavor in the world. You crave it. And to get it, you willingly service your fiance’s pussy whenever she desires. In fact, you will beg to be given that indulgence.

“Do you understand all this?” He nodded his head vigorously. “Good Girl!” Now, Vera went to her closet and brought out a dildo and a harness. She put them on over the latex catsuit she was wearing and posed before Darren. “Do you find this arousing, Darren?”

He stared at her, speechless. “I…I don’t know, Ma’am.”

She walked closer to him, stroking her faux cock sensuously. “But you do, Darren, you do, because this will be your other great source of erotic enjoyment. Your fiancé has a device just like this one and she will use it to bring you arousal, by penetrating that delightful ass-pussy of yours. This is called pegging, dear Darren, and it will make you feel filled and feminine. You will want to feel that way all the time—in fact, from now on, you will! Turn around.”

Darren obeyed and she lowered his panties. Vera inserted a butt-plug deep into his ass-pussy. “Feel that, Darren? Doesn’t it feel wonderful? Of course, it does. And it is there not only to bring you constant pleasure, but also to ensure that no one else has access to your ass-pussy. From this point forward, it belongs only to your fiancé, Elaine.”

Darren smiled. “I understand and obey, Ma’am,” he said, as his sissy-cock swelled in his panties.

“Good Girl!” She handed him a box. “In here are a dozen of Elaine’s panties. You will sleep with them in your pillow for your remaining time here, becoming more and more addicted to the scent. You will never be without the butt-plug, so that you associate constant arousal with that feeling and that scent.” She kissed him gently, and added, “Now, go to bed. By the way, Elaine has chosen a new name for you….you will be christened with it at your wedding ceremony.”

EPILOG:

The couple, both in gleaming white satin gowns, stood at the front of the ballroom and took each other’s hands. The tall curvy blonde gazed into her partner’s eyes and said, “I am Darlene Rose. I pledge to be your submissive male lesbian slave and spouse, devoted to you and no one else. Your mind controls and I obey…..”

“Good Girl!” Elaine Winchester said, as her slave-spouse shivered with her first wedded orgasm.

THE END