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Sunday, January 22, 2023

A Woman's Business | Idolize 2


 

 Please read the first chapter of idolize before this!

The continuing adventures of Natalia with her magical aunt, Julie.  I broke it into smaller parts so the next one should be coming down the pipe soon!  Enjoy!

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 “Ok, ladies.  One. . .Two. . .Three!” The flash flickered as both Natalia and Julie held their poses.  Their photographer, a handsome man who they stopped while taking selfies, took several pictures of the women in different poses.  Natalia and Julie quickly minced over to him when they were done, eager to look at the photos.

“That one is so cute!” Julie said as she pointed to the screen.  Natalia glanced at their impromptu photographer as he waited to the side.  Julie finally turned her attention to him, shifting her hip to one side.  “Thank you sooo much!”  She cooed.  Nat watched as the man melted in the face of Julie’s smile.  Even in disguise, Aunt Julie’s charm shined.  With a few sweet words and a smile, she sent the handsome man on his way.

“I’ve seen you do that a hundred times and I’m still in awe of it,” Natalia told her aunt as they crossed the lobby.  It wasn’t unusual for them to go out clubbing together, but this time Natalia’s aunt wanted the thrill of being a younger woman.  Julie used her own shifter magic to transform herself from a mature and beautiful blonde to a fresh faced collegiate brunette. “You basically rejected him and he still walked off with a smile.”

“Who says I rejected him?” Julie said. “I gave him my number and told him to call me. ”

“Oh My God, Julie!” Natalia put a hand over her lips, suppressing a giggle.  

“What?  He was hot!  Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen you do the very same thing,” Julie led them past the bouncer.  He didn’t even bother to stop them for ID.  Just two stunning women walking past the velvet ropes, pretty privilege on display. “You’ve learned every trick I know and I’ve watched you use most of them.  In fact, you’ve gotten so good that I have a little proposition for you.”

“Oh? Do tell.” Natalia perked up, the naughty thrill of helping Julie always a source of excitement. Every task Julie had was always a pleasurable experience that nourished her own magical talents.

“It turns out that one of my girlfriends needs to be in two places at once,” Julie explained as they walked upstairs to VIP. “Since you help me out when I’m double booked, I told her that I have someone who might be able to help her out.  Think you are up to it?”  Natalia chewed on her lower lip, considering the request.  Julie first taught Natalia how to use her magic cosmetics by mimicking other people.  Natalia meticulously observed women around her in order to imitate them.  She spent hours in the guise of her teachers, her sister, even her own mother until Julie approved of each imitation.  “If it helps, my friend is willing to pay.  I showed her the pictures of us twinning and she couldn’t tell us apart!”

“Pay?  How much?” Julie leaned over and whispered to her niece.  Nat glanced over to her aunt in disbelief.  “Tell her she has a deal.”

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Natalia would’ve gladly taken the request as a favor to her aunt.  However, the money was the  wonderfully enticing icing on top of an already delicious cake.  In order to put Julie’s friend at ease, Natalia agreed to meet with her.  Julie provided her niece with a few pictures and Natalia studied her social media feeds.  After school, Natalia would shed her male identity and practice transforming into Julie’s friend, Jade.  The woman was a bit younger than Nat’s aunt but just as stunning.  Jade had a slender, distinctly feminine shape, and Nat studiously worked to sculpt Jade’s curvaceous breasts and tight core.  Natalia found Jade’s body felt wonderfully divine; it was so toned and captivating.  

“Gwad, your body is almost as enchanting as Julie’s,” Nat purred as her form shifted into Jade’s.  “Being you is going to be a dream.”  

It only took a few days for the changeling to adopt Jade’s shape, voice, and mannerisms.  Julie, ever the vigilant mentor, critiqued Natalia until her transformation was impeccable.  The day before meeting Jade, Nat selected an outfit from one of her pictures and purchased it for herself.  

The young mimic had a satisfied smile on her lips when she walked onto Julie’s balcony, hips swaying as the real Jade’s mouth hung open.  She casually slid across from Jade, dark hair styled exactly the same way.  Natalia’s eyes danced as Jade gaze took inventory of the identical jewelry, sunglasses, and even purse.  Her smile grew wider as Jade’s nose twitched, recognizing her signature perfume.  

“I know I’m a bit late,” Natalia spoke with Jade’s smooth soprano.  “I wanted to get my nails done.  I went to Athena’s on the corner of 10th and Regal.  I believe you know it?”  The real Jade remained slack jawed.  “They said I was two days early for YOUR appointment but Kelly was kind enough to fit me in.”  Natalia displayed her nails to Jade.  “Did she do a good job?”  Jade continued to look on, still in disbelief of her twin sitting in front of her.  Finally, she found her own voice.
“Ok, you clearly can pull this off.  I’ll Venmo half the money to your account then send you the rest when I get back.  I’ll also send you everything you’ll need to impersonate me.  You’ll have a copy of my keys, my phone, passwords and all the information you asked for.”

“If I may ask, where will you be?” Natalia asked.  Jade smirked at the question.

“I’ll be spending the week training at a private, intense boot camp in Cabo with my personal trainer.”  Natalia’s smile matched Jade’s as she picked up her purse before standing up.

“I hope you enjoy your trip.  I’ll take care of everything else.  Your husband won't know you are gone.

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Natalia coordinated everything with Julie in order to anticipate as many problems as possible.  They arranged for Nathan to take a trip with his favorite aunt as cover for him being gone during spring break.  She spent her free time studying all of Jade’s documents so that she could memorize as many details about the woman’s life as possible.  She was easing into the role with each passing day, finding her comfort with Jade’s body and details.  

When the day came, Natalia put on the outfit that Jade provided her and waited at aunt Julie’s place.  The real Jade walked in on time, wearing the same outfit she had sent Natalia.  

“Who are my best friends?” Jade asked her double.

“Simone, Chanel and Charlotte,” Natalia answered with ease. “You four meet for brunch every Saturday at Benson’s.”

“What’s my husband’s favorite dish?”

“Garlic Salmon with potatoes.  You have the cook make it for him at least once a week if he’s in town.”

“And what’s the name of my camp crush?”

“Officially Bradley Turner.  But your besties know you also experimented with Josie Loren.”  Jade sighed, shoulders viability losing up.  Natalia held up the pink designer purse that matched Jade’s.  “Your cloned phone, all your accounts, and everything else you sent over.”

“Feel free to go shopping while I’m gone,” Jade told her before leaving. “Think of it as a bonus.  If you are lucky, my husband will spend the weekend at the country club and you won’t have to deal with him much.”  Natalia’s eyes brightened at this bit of information. She was certainly going to take advantage of this new perk.  She waited the allotted time and then headed down stairs to Jade’s waiting car.

“Take me up town, Eric,” She told the driver. “I think I want to enjoy some retail therapy.” The driver nodded, never once questioning who the person was in the back seat.  Natalia slid her glasses down over her eyes, smiling to herself.  For the next seven days, she was Jade.

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.

Friday, June 6, 2014

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

The Swan Sister | Envy Of Success

http://misstresssimone.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-swan-sister-envy-of-success.html
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There is always a swan and an ugly duckling in every family . . . .

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Saturday, April 12, 2014

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