Love, Honor, and Especially Obey--Part Two

 

And so It went for the next week, until Lionel arrived at Madame Fabicantfille’s office for his second session. “Bon jour, cherie,” she greeted him. “Let me see what you’re wearing.”

Knowing exactly what she meant, Lionel stripped to his panties—baby blue boy-shorts with lace all around the edges. His already engorged cock only grew more at the humiliation of showing himself this way. “Tres jolie,” Madame exclaimed. “Please sit down.” Once Lionel was comfortably seated, she said,
“Surrender to my feminine will,” and he fell into trance once more. “Now, tell me about the last week.”

Lionel complied, and when got to the part about his arousal at seeing Vera suckle Anna, and his hands strayed to his own nipples, Madame smiled. “Ah, oui,” she agreed, “our breasts are, indeed, a most delightful plaything. What a shame you do not have any….” But with that, she went to a cabinet and came back with a set of false tits. “Of course, you could have these….”

Even in trance, Lionel’s eyes were riveted to the pair of latex knockers, clearly at least C cups. “Stand,” Madame ordered, and he rose as she moved behind him and brought the appendages up to his torso. She pressed them against his chest, smoothing the adhesive to his skin. They were weighted perfectly and shook and bounced appropriately when he moved.

“Touch them,” she said, and he brought his hands to the nipples. “These are your breasts, your jugs, your knockers, your boobs. You feel them just as if they were part of you. Tweak the nipples and a thrill moves through you. If they are sucked on, you become aroused.”

Lionel smiled at the thought of having such a magnificent set of tits. Now, when he made lesbian love to Vera, they could each enjoy the thrill of having their boobs be a part of the play. Madame grinned…Vera had requested exactly this reaction—it was why she had spent the week with the voluptuous Anna.

“Of course, such lovely boobs require support,” Madame explained, as she produced a bra. “This one is a push-up bra,” she explained. “It will enhance the cleavage of your tits, cherie.” She wrapped it around him, adjusted the straps and presented him to the mirror. “There, now you are a bit further on your journey to being Vera’s perfect lesbian spouse.

“Get dressed and leave, coming out of trance as you exit, with no memory of the details of this session, but knowing you now have a bouncing pair of boobs that will require the appropriate attire. Stop on your way home to purchase two dozen bras in various colors and styles.”

Lionel did as he was ordered, and when he arrived home, he found Vera alone. “Hello, dear,” she said, smiling. “Well, I see something new has been added. Show me.”

Obediently, Lionel removed his shirt, revealing his large tits in their blue push-up bra. Vera walked behind and put her arms around him, her hands landing on the nipples of the faux breasts.  Lionel wriggled at the sensual touch. “Oh, you like that, do you?” Vera teased. She reached inside the bra and tickled the nipples directly. Lionel’s lips parted and he gasped. “So sexy, to have a lover with boobs and  a cock—even if he is forbidden to use the latter,” she went on.

“Come with me to the bedroom,” she said, disrobing as she went. “I’ll be naked when I get there—but I expect you to still be wearing that bra and those panties.”

Lionel entered Vera’s boudoir and found her naked on the bed, legs spread to best display her shaven pussy. She smiled and merely pointed with one elegantly painted finger to her crotch. Lionel crawled onto the bed and buried his face there, savoring the smell and taste of her arousal. Soon, his tongue was hard at work on her clit, increasing that arousal (not to mention his own). When he had brought her to three crashing climaxes, she beckoned him to her side.

“I want to play with those glorious new boobs of yours, darling, and see what reaction I get,” she teased. She began massaging his faux tits (knowing full well that he would hypnotically feel it all as if they were real), then undid the bra and tweaked the nipples with her nails. Each little touch sent a shiver down Lionel’s body and straight to his sissy-cock. It twitched and throbbed and enlarged, until it threatened to tear right through the lace of his panties.

Finally, she stopped, leaving him desperately panting for final release….but it was not to come—at least not at her hands. Instead, Vera reached to her nightstand and picked up a pair of panties. She held them before Lionel’s face. “Breathe deep, sweetie,” she said. “These are the pair I’ve been wearing all day—they are full of my aroma and juices.” She balled them up and said, “Open wide,” and when he had complied, she stuffed the flavorful undies into his mouth.

“Now, go to your room and bring yourself off. Breathe in and taste my sex as you do. Play with your sensitive titties as you do. And when you have loaded your own panties with your cock cream, you may use them to replace the ones in your mouth, and go to sleep sucking on our combined juices.”

Lionel arose, went to his own bed, followed her instructions, and when he was at last exhausted, fell happily to sleep as a submissive lover.

Over the next week, Vera had a different guest in her bed every night. Lionel participated in bringing both Vera and her bedmate to arousal and orgasm. And each night ended with Vera’s aromatic and flavorful panties in his mouth as he pleasured himself and fell asleep.

Then came the morning of his next session with Madame Fabricantfille. Vera made sure he was dressed appropriately, in a tight-fitting, low-cut feminine t-shirt and stretch jeans. His feet were in pretty pink flats with bows on the instep. “Come along, darling,” Vera said. “We don’t want to be late.”

“’We?’ Vera, will you be seeing Madame this time as well?” Lionel asked.

“Oh, yes,” she replied. “At this stage, she has requested my immediate reactions and input to the final steps in your training.”

When they arrived at the counselor’s office, they were greeted enthusiastically by the receptionist. “Mr. and Mrs. Demanden,” she giggled. “Go right in, Madame Is expecting you.” Vera led the way into the inner office and, when she saw Madame, rushed to greet her with a warm hug and a sensuous kiss.

“Oh, I just love what you’ve accomplished with my Lionel!” Vera gushed, as Lionel stood dumbfounded. “Are we almost finished with him?”

Madame smiled in response. “Just about.” She walked up to Lionel, looked him deep in the eyes and said, “Surrender your will to me….” Instantly, Lionel’s eyes glazed over and his body became weak and empty. He collapsed into the chair behind him. “There, now we can speak openly, cherie.”

She led Vera to the couch and they sat side by side. “Now, let’s be clear about where we want your little lezzy hubby to wind up.”

“I want him to be entirely feminne,” Vera declared, “except for his sexual organs, of course. It’s far too much fun to play with them occasionally…or to watch him play with them. But all his desires and all his sexual arousal should come from his activities as a male lesbian—and he should be totally submissive to me!”

“Do you still want him to present only as a woman from now on?” Madame asked. “No chance for him to show up as male at all?”

“None whatsoever,” Vera said. “He doesn’t yet know it, but I discarded all his male attire over the past week, while he walked around the house only in his bras and panties. When we return, I’ll introduce him to his new style—all lace and frills and bows, as befits a silly submissive lezzy!”

“Actually, we can begin that here,” Madame explained. “I have the proper clothing in my wardrobe department.” She turned back to Lionel. “Lionel, Vera wants you to live as her ultra-girly lesbian bedmate for all time. You want to please Vera, don’t you?”

“Yes, I always want to please Vera,” he murmured.

“Good girl!” Madame replied and the two women watched him wriggle in pleasure. “Then remove those clothes and let’s begin.” Lionel stood and stripped to his bra and panties. “All of it, cherie,” Madame remonished. “We have special undies for you from now on.” He took off the lingerie.

Madame went to her wardrobe and came back with a selection of clothes. She handed a dainty, lacy pink garter belt to Vera. “Help him into this,” she directed. Vera took the wispy thing and wrapped it around her husband’s hips. “Now, let’s put some sexy stockings on him for the first time.” The nylons were sheer and pink and Vera easily rolled them onto Lionel’s legs, and snapped them taut on the garter straps.

“Beautiful!” she exclaimed. “He really does have gorgeous legs!”

“Indeed he does,” Madame agreed. “Tres jolie!” She produced panties that matched the garter belt, with lace and bows at the appropriate places. “Lionel, you know what to do with these,” she said as she handed them to him. He pulled the delicate undies over his loins and ass, and his sissy-cock immediately reacted. “Ah! See how his petit cock grows in his panties!” She gave the matching bra, also dripping with lace and with a big pink bow between the cups, to Vera. “Make sure this supports those lovely knockers properly!”

Vera stepped behind her increasingly feminized spouse and wrapped the bra around him, making sure his breasts were settled into the cups. Then she adjusted the straps and clasped it in the back. Coming back to the front, she tweaked his nipples through the lace and watched him shiver in arousal. “You know, Madame, I think I shall have to get him some real tits…so I can watch those lovely nipples really grow big and stiff.”

“As you wish,” Madame said. “When you are ready, I can recommend an excellent plastic surgeon!” She spoke to Lionel. “Come sit at the vanity, cherie. It is time to make you truly a tres jolie fille!” He did as requested and Madame began her cosmetic work. She started by plucking his eyebrows into a feminine arch and followed with an application of foundation. Next she went to work on his eyes: a bright white shade directly under the brow and a deep pink on the lids, blended upward into the white; it was followed by eyeliner and mascara, and then a set of very full false lashes, top and bottom.

Blush followed, a rosy pink shade and then she began shaping the lips into a cute kewpie-like pout, colored into a pink closely matching his eyes.

While all that was happening, Vera worked on his nails, creating an elegant oval on each finger, also painted pink. “What a shame we didn’t do his toes before we put him in the hose,” she said. “Oh well, I can do that at home.”

 “Time for the dress,” Madame announced. “And I have just the concoction for our prissy lezzy sissy!” From the closet she produced a pink floral frock with ruffled sleeves and a short pleated skirt over a petticoat. It was precisely the “little girl” look Vera had in mind…and the sparkly platform stilettoes just made the whole ensemble incredibly sexy.

“Lionel looks adorable…no, no, that just isn’t right, “Vera began. “He can’t be Lionel Demanden anymore. He took my surname when we married, but he needs an identity of his own—or her own—from now on.”

“Hmmm…Leona as a first name?” Madame suggested.

“Excellent,” Vera agreed, “and something suggestive and salacious for her new surname? What do you think of ‘Liksall’? Isn’t that appropriate for a pussy-obsessed male lesbian?”

“Absolument!” Madame nodded. She took the newly christened sissy’s head in her hands and directed her gaze to Madame’s. “You are now Leona Liksall, a submissive male lesbian, devoted to your spouse-mistress Vera. Lionel is no more. You remember him, but you have no desire to be him. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Madame, that is clear,” she answered in a girlish, giggly tone. “I am Leona Liksall.” And she licked her lips in a lascivious manner.

“Well, I think a birthday party of sorts is in order,” Vera decided. “Madame Fabricantfille, would you like to join us? Leona will be providing the…entertainment.”

 

THE END