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Saturday, February 11, 2023

The Cost of Luxury | A Beautiful Trap

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There they are. The two women in my life. I couldn’t ask for a more beautiful family. They are my pastel-coated hell that I cannot escape.

When I met Gabrielle, I was a content widower focused on building my business and raising my son, Steven. She was holding court at the country club among the other socialites while I was enjoying a whiskey and cigar after a round of golf. Among a flock of beautifully enhanced women of means, Gabby was the standout. I showed my interests immediately and she reciprocated. Our whirlwind romance drew her quickly into my bed and eventually into home as my wife.

I love to spoil my women and Gabrielle is a woman used to luxury. To me, my woman should be a symbol of my wealth and means so I opened my wallet to support her indulgent lifestyle. I gladly paid for her extravagant shopping trips and weekly salon upkeep because I adored having a glamorous, feminine woman at my side. She was entitled and demanding of my resources and attention and I gladly gave it all to her.

Gabrielle quickly integrated herself into my life and took over the day-to-day household concerns. I thought Steven would be upset with this but he bonded easily with Gabby. She kept him close and took him with her on her salon visits and other feminine activities. I didn’t know it at the time but she was surrounding him with her circle and fostering curiosities within my son. Eventually she started to “accidentally” mix panties into his laundry and leave cosmetics in the shopping bags with his purchases. When he opened Pandora’s Box and tried them on, she was waiting to snare the confused young man in a web of comfort and acceptance.

Months went by without me knowing about “Stephanie.” My wife encouraged his budding feminine persona by giving him everything I gave her. He sat next to her in a salon chair and got his hair and nails done. She had him at the cosmetics counter getting makeovers and bought him lavish clothes and jewelry. By the time I noticed the changes, my son was well on his way to becoming a teenage version of my wife!

I should have been angered by this development. Instead of a proud young boy entering high school and manhood I now had a self-indulgent, entitled little fashionista. I looked at how utterly feminine my Steven had become and I felt - proud. She pushed her new fake breasts up in her scandalously revealing dress and I was dumbfounded at how through her transition was. Instead of raging at my wife, I took her to bed and ravished her like never before.

Now my wife knows that she has me. The more she and my new sissy daughter indulge their desires, the more turned on I become. Stephanie runs up my credit cards and continues her transformation into a teenage vixen. Her mother encourages these habits and indulges in them herself. I’m almost sure Stephanie is dating older men now and using the same tricks her mother used on me to milk them dry. It’s also obvious by their conversations that she’s sexually active. Yet I don’t resist; it only draws me deeper into Gabby’s web. I can’t deny either of them nor do I want to. I stand by in frustration at my impotence . . . because I want to join them.

Sunday, February 5, 2023

BENDING WILL | LIVING HER BEST LIFE

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“Go ahead. Do it.” Madeline’s defeated voice said.

The bright light of the beam flickered as I pulled the trigger. Her body deflated and fell to the ground, a pile of what appeared to be some flesh colored material. I scooped up the fabric and went to her bedroom, smiling to myself before discarding my own clothing.

“I’m so glad you’ve become agreeable to this little arrangement,” I said as I rolled the stocking-like fabric up my leg. I sighed for a moment, loving the satiny touch of it. “We both know that this is best for both of us.” My voice rose as I spoke, the register shifting into a more sultry, feminine tone. I paused as the flesh-toned material merged with me, warming with life. I fanned myself before pulling the clingy material up to my waist, feeling it constrict and mold my core. I felt it entwine itself with my body, demanding my hips become fulsome and womanly. Creamy, flawlessly tanned skin replaced my own pasty masculine shape, shrinking me down to a delectably petite height. I groaned as my manhood was swallowed by the void of the suit and replaced by a smooth feminine mound.

“Aren’t you glad I spent weekends pampering your body, Madeline?” I purred as I pulled the rest of the suit over my chest and slipped my arms into the glove-like sleeves. I flexed the fingers as they became dainty and graceful. “I gave that pale skin of yours and gave you a glowing tan. Then I had your body waxed to make you flawless! To think you were hiding this fabulous body under frumpy clothes.” I felt Madeline’s essence shivering under the surface, embracing my own spirit. She was aware of every word. I smiled as I felt my chest adopting her breast’s sensitivity and heft. My delicate fingers slid underneath them and cupped my heaving globes. I cooed and licked my lips, savoring their density and fullness. “Gawd, aren’t you glad I got these enhanced? Gave you some real curves.” I grinned, finally pulling the head over my face submerging into darkness as the suit sealed.

I blinked, lashes flickering while my head swirled with giddy dizziness. Everything was vibrant and vivacious. I felt my nipples stiffen as my mind merged and dominated my host. Madeline’s spirit surrendered to my anima; A passenger within her own flesh.

“Now I’m Madeline.” I said as I stood up, curves jostling and hips swaying as I padded to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and glanced at the mirror, leaning forward to feel my breasts sway from my chest. “You love seeing it, don’t you? The stunning, sexy bitch I turned you into?” Madeline’s spirit pulsed, desperately submitting to my dominant aura.

“This is the woman you could be but lack the heart or will to become. A man sculpted you into your ideal self. I'm that better girl. I’m you!” I twirled on a heel, stepping into the steamy water as I basked in my superiority. The shower relaxed me as I pampered my delicious curves with a scented body wash.

“You don’t deserve such a delectable and shapely body,” I told my host as I patted my balmy skin dry. Her aura shivered in agreement, her whispers growing stronger within my mind. I can’t stop you, she whimpered, aroused by her powerlessness. I’m just a voice in your head.

“That’s right,” I purred with satisfaction. “You’re just a collection of lingering thoughts.” I savored the lovely sensations of scented oils and lotions moisturizing my skin. The radiant glisten they gave my skin would look dazzling under the dim candlelight of the restaurant my date was taking me to. “You were so meek. So mediocre when you should be a queen.”

She never put up a fight or protested my dominion. I took the silly lump of clay pretending to be Madeline and made her a diva! Every time I wore her, she watched me upgrade some aspect of her life. I asserted myself as her proxy and shifted the narrative from docile wallflower to stunning vixen. I brought out her best and made people bow to my heels. I wrapped men around my finger and she felt the thrill of my exhilaration. Every time I took control, she lost herself in the feminine power I exercised. I was the mistress of her mind and body. My control over Madeline was absolute.

“You don’t fight me because you know you can’t do this,” My host pulsed in agreement as I brushed mascara on my lashes and traced my eyes with liner. My lips were made more kissable by pink gloss and I had styled my hair into a radiant crown of gold. “Don’t I look ravishing? I bet Gregory will love it.” I told my reflection as I poured myself into an ivory ruched strapless dress. I felt my host’s spirit flicker in surprise. “That’s right; The boy you’ve been crushing on for over a year - the one you didn’t make a move on and let your friend Valerie scoop up? I did what you couldn’t do and made a move. He’s taking me out.” I slipped on my heels, standing in front of the mirror as the doorbell chimed. I hit the door lock on my phone and struck a pose as Gregory walked in.

“Wow you look incredible, Maddie!” I preened and gave him a twirl, loving his attention. My host pulsed with rapture.

“Thank you, kind sir!” I leaned against Gregory, rewarding his kind words with a cheek kiss; A bit of sweetness to mark my property. I knew my host felt my intoxication as he escorted me out the door. She knew it would only be a matter of time before I took over permanently and became Madeline forever.

Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Personal Investment | Seized Asset [Explicit]

Some things are given, others must be taken
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“Look at me,” His whispered words held a dangerous edge to them. . . an edge I knew all too well by this point. “Look. At. Me. You belong to me.” I wanted to advert my eyes but his hand wouldn’t let me look away. Instead a mixture of fear, anticipation and desire swirled within my thoughts, blending them into a whirlwind of conflict.

“What would your father think of you now?” he growled. “Would he be proud? Would he want to see what’s become of his son? How would he feel knowing you are on my leash?” I blushed, imagining if my family and friends could see me exposed in such a manner. “Do you think your father would overlook me now? Perhaps he would rethink his decision to groom his son to take over the company. Maybe when he sees you on your knees before me he will see the error of his ways.”

I tried to give him a look of defiance but I couldn’t hide the longing in my eyes. He loved to see the storm of emotion dueling within me. The anger was there, but it was dampened by all the conditioning and corruption that he had subjected me to. On my soft, glowing face, dressed in the flimsiest of lingerie, my ivory-smooth flesh on display for him - my anger looked like desire.

He smiled for a moment, proud of his work. A few steps brought him behind me, carefully undoing the slinky material clinging to my form. I bit my lip as I felt his hand on my skin, slowly exploring - searching for more changes.

“Supple, nubile, vibrant,” he growled in my ear. “Nothing of Eli remains now. Only softness, pliancy. A fresh canvas for me to work my art. What shall I make you?” I finally moaned, the sensitivity of his touch too stimulating to ignore. His fingers played lightly against my folds like a musician with a piano. “To think, we once compared the size of our cocks. We chased pussy, sometimes fucking the same girls.” the amusement in his voice implied more than he could have said - he had robbed me of something that I had taken such pride in. In its place, the best pussy money could buy. “What would I have given to fuck such a perfect piece of ass?” he mused as his fingers teased me. “Well, almost perfect. . . soon you will be.”

I couldn’t hide my whimpers as his fingers stimulated my pussy . . . the void between my legs where my manhood should have been. Once I struggled against his touch, but now something inside me craved it. He had trained me so thoroughly to be this docile plaything - a living toy for his whims.

“Oh the shapes I can make with you,” he mused as his hands manipulated my body. “Should you have thicker hips? A larger bust? I want you to be unmistakably feminine when they finally see you. A body of a trophy wife that only dreams of fucking her husband and looking pretty for him.” He contorted my body, bending and twisting me like a rubberband, putting me in position he wanted to take me in. It only took a moment but soon I felt the velvety thickness of his manhood invade my pussy. It was nothing new, yet it still felt like bliss. “You always moan like a whore when I fuck you. You can’t resist anymore. That’s good - it means you are finally learning your place.” I couldn’t deny him - I was too weak to struggle, to overwhelmed with need to curse him. The way my pussy milked this massive prick revealed the truth - I was addicted now.

I could say he forced me - but that was in the beginning. I had given him all the keys to my submission. He gained my trust until I could do nothing but obey his whims. He had taken my share of the company away from me, then taken my manhood just to prove that he was the superior one. This was his vengeance and I was his pawn.

“I will never tire of fucking you, ruining your body for my pleasure” he growled as he savaged my fuckhole. “I want to remind you that you are nothing compare to me. I’ll use every bit of fortune I will take from your family to keep you youthful and fuckable. A highly enhanced fuckdoll that will fuck how I want to fuck, suck how I want to be sucked and beg for more when I’m done with her. Everyone will know what a proper slut I married. Then I’ll let them see your talents first hand.” My contorted body spent, he finally unchained my bar from the ceiling, leaving my pussy dripping with his seed. There was no modesty at this point, but the shame and humiliation was as pungent as the sex in the air. This man was gloating over me and I had no will to fight back. Instead, I was on my knees waiting for him to use me as he wished. He has sapped me of any will to rebel.

He teased me with his still-hard cock, bobbing it in front of my face, waiting for me to respond. “Don’t act like you don’t want it. We both know you can’t resist.” I poked my lip out but my eyes followed the thick, throbbing thing as he shook in front of me. Those same urges he trained into me started to build, demanding that I reach out and grab it. He saw the worship in my eyes as I watched, waiting me out. Just as he said, my resistance crumbled as I started to bathe his cock with my tongue. “That’s a good slut, show your master how happy you are to serve him.” My eyes locked with his as he let me savor the masculine taste of him. “I think you need to look a little less natural. I want to see the look of a vacant bimbo staring at me when you suck me off. I will have the doctors inflate your breasts until they are too big for the small frame. They will look perfect when I cum on them every morning before breakfast.”

My only response were mewing kisses to the tip of his prick, my mind too far gone with thoughts of pleasuring him. Him. The creator of my torment. “Here, slut, why don’t you let me help you.” He had obviously grown tired of my careful devotion and shoved his dick past my lips. For a moment, he held my head in place, thrusting his shaft deep down my throat. He grinned as he heard me gagging, drool hanging from my pouty lips. Instinctively I breathed through my nose as I accepted his cock, sucking my gift with an unstated hunger. “Once you are complete, we will fly to your father’s home and he will see what we have been up to all these months. I’ll show him everything we have worked so hard on and then I’ll take my place as head of the family. You’ll be by my side of course. . . but on your knees where you belong.”

I couldn’t stop this fate he had for me. But at the moment, I did not care. He had trained his slut well. His investment in me was sound.