Jacey

[Sandra B]

Chapter 5.  Payback.

Things couldn’t have worked out better, we thought.  Maddy and I exchanged triumphant looks.  We hadn’t really thought out what would follow.  But Danielle wasted no time.
“Both of you.  Over there by the wall.  Face the wall.  Right, now stay where you are.” 
She disappeared into the darkness for a moment, and returned with two collars and a length of fine chain.  Expertly she buckled on the collars and locked them with little padlocks.  Then she threaded the chain through Maddy’s collar ring, then through a ring on the wall, and then padlocked it to my collar. We looked at each other nervously.  Neither of us could move back without the other being pulled closer to the wall.
“Right.  Now take off all your clothes, please.”
“What?” said Maddy.  “No way!”
Danielle made no reply.  Not in words, anyway.  She got hold on my half of the chain and pulled until Maddy’s nose was touching the wall.  Then she slipped a padlock through the links and the wall ring.  She went over to the throne and picked up her whip. 
“Stand aside.” She said to me.
She approached Maddy.
"No!  You can’t!” 
Danielle stopped.  “You’re right.  This will never do.”  She tossed down the whip and went over to her rack.  She selected a flexible leather whip about two metres long.  “This will be much better, until you get your clothes off.”
As the first blow connected with Maddy’s buttocks with a loud crack, she screamed in pain.  The jeans she was wearing proved no protection against such an instrument.  Five more followed, in quick succession, until she was begging for mercy.
“Please!  I’m sorry!  I’ll do what you wanted!”
“Madam.”
“Madam! Madam.  Yes.  I’ll get undressed now.”
Poor Maddy was quivering with pain and fear, and there were tears in her eyes.  I’d never seen her like that.  All her self-assurance had evaporated.  She had become like a frightened little girl.
Danielle undid the padlock she had applied to shorten Maddy's chain, and we both undressed as quickly as we could, though not without difficulty.  I had a T-shirt on, but Danielle produced a pair of scissors and simply cut it off me.  We stood there, stark naked, wondering what was next.  Danielle left us and went over to Steve.  She undid the chain from his collar, and dragged him into the semi-darkness.  We could see her strapping him to something, but we weren’t sure what.  Then she came back and turned on a spotlight, which revealed him bent over a sort of vaulting-horse, his ankles strapped to the base and his wrists to the side, his frilled bottom on display.  He was whimpering pathetically.  Once she was satisfied he was secure, she came and released me, but re-attached Maddy’s chain.  She tossed me a pair of riding boots. 
“Here.  Put these on.  The floor’s cold over there.
“What do you want me to do, Madam?”
“You said he lied to you.  Well, there he is, and there” – she indicated the row of whips and paddles hanging from the wall – “there are your tools.  Punish him, if you feel so inclined.”
“I, er…”
“Do you want to or not?”
“Yes, madam.  It’s just…I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“Well, it’s entirely up to you.  I’m not going to force you.  He’s new to this, so perhaps you should let him off.  Because he’s a newbie, he’s had it easy today.  Apart from shaving his head so the wig would glue down nicely, and giving him a little puppy training, he’s been totally pampered. So he could probably do with a reality check.”
In other words, I thought, unless I take the initiative, he’s going to get off virtually scot free.  No way!  I realised that Danielle was offering me the chance to get my own back.  I knew I had to take it. Payback time!  As  I marched over to the row of whips, I felt myself inexplicably buzzing with excitement.  I took down a cane pretty much at random.  Danielle retreated to her throne to watch, one leg thrown over the padded arm.  Maddy looked on expectantly, straining at her tether.
“I’m sorry, Steve,” I said.  (I wasn’t.)  “But you have to admit you deserve this.  Why did you go behind my back to get satisfaction?  But you’ve always been secretive.  You’ve always excluded me.”
“Jacey, please.  I only did it for a dare.  One of my mates…”
“Liar!  I watched you just now.  Licking madam’s boots like a cat licking up cream!”
“But Jacey…”
Thwack!  The cane connected with his frilly backside.  I didn’t even hit him hard.  I just wanted to see how he’d react to being chastised.  I was amazed at the effect.  He jerked and yelped, and began to struggle against the straps.  And I had hardly touched him.  I thought he must be pretending, to make me feel sorry for him.  Whereas, I was feeling only annoyance.  I hit him again, harder this time.  He screamed and pleaded.  All those years of indifference to me, and now, all at once, I was in complete control.  At last he was responding, taking notice of me.  I hit him a third time, as hard as I could.  The result was spectacular.  It must really have hurt.  He jerked about, straining at the straps, screaming for mercy.  I loved the feeling of total power.  It was exciting.  The possibilities were limitless.
“Don’t bother, Steve,” I said, scornfully.  I’ve had years of your apathy, years of trying to please you, or even just get through to you.  I’ve had enough.  Now you’re going to find out how I really feel!”
I had considered taking down his knickers, but it amused me how the frilling quivered after each stroke, so I left them on. They didn’t seem to offer much protection, anyway.  I decided to change the cane for something a little more surgical, so I went back to Danielle’s collection of floggers and chose the longest, thinnest whip I could find.  I think it’s called a dressage whip.  Danielle nodded with approval.
So I let him have it, across his buttocks and the tops of his thighs.  When the whip connected with his bare flesh, it left a thin red weal.  He was crying and pleading, but I had no mercy.  I gave him twenty good hard strokes, with an interval in between each to let the pain and remorse sink in.  Every time the whip connected, he bucked and howled.  I feel a little ashamed to say it, but I was enjoying it, even feeling a little aroused, so much so that I had to force myself to stop.  But there would be plenty of time ahead for such experiments, especially if Danielle would let me use her dungeon occasionally.  I was already planning ahead.  In any case, the whipping had left him sobbing and twitching pathetically, and me on a high.  I hung up the whip and went over to where Maddy was chained up.  She looked at me, somewhat in awe.
“You really gave it to him,” she said, admiringly.  “He deserved every stroke.”
“Yes.  And I enjoyed it.”
“So you’re finished with him at last.”
“Finished?  Oh, no, Mads – I’m just getting started!”
“You’ll let me help, won’t you?” she asked, eagerly.
“Of course!  He belongs to both of us now.”
“If you ever want a job as an assistant,” said Danielle, coming over, “you’ve got one here.”
I blushed, quite flattered.
“But don’t look too pleased with yourself just yet.  There’s still over an hour left, and it’s time for you girls to have some attention, too!”

[Sandra B]

Chapter 6.  A Friend in Need.

Danielle left us and went over to Steve, who was still sobbing, though more quietly, now.  Unceremoniously, she pulled down his knickers and examined the criss-cross weals on his buttocks.  She fetched a pot from a cabinet and peremtorily massaged some white cream into them.  Steve flinched and whined, but he looked like he knew it was for his own good.  She replaced hi knickers, and unbuckled the straps holding him to the horse.  He went to stand up, but she pushed him down onto all fours.  She took a lead from the wall, and clipped it to his collar.
“Shall we show the girls what you learnt from your puppy training, Steve?”
“Yes, Madam,” he replied, sulkily.
Danielle turned on some more lights.  Now I could see a big cage at the far end of the room, with bars like a jail, and shelves of bizarre-looking sex toys.  I was fascinated.  She took Steve walkies around the dungeon, encouraging him with her riding whip.  At first he scampered on ahead, pulling at his lead.  But at the command “heel!” he obediently fell back next to his mistress.
“No, Steve.  “Heel!”  Immediately Steve started licking the heel of her boot.  Maddy and I were convulsed with laughter.
“Good boy,” Danielle said.  Now, beg.
Steve knelt up with his hands like a dog’s paws when it begs.
“No, Steve.  I mean, Beg!”
At once he started pleading not to be whipped any more.  We laughed even more.  He had certainly been well trained.
“Ideally, he needs a few more sessions, and some structured discipline.  A chastity device helps.  Keeps them in check and makes them eager to please.”
“Do you have one?” I asked.
Danielle laughed.  “Oh, yes.  As Riccardo can tell you to his cost.  Hold on, I’ll find one in Steve’s size.”
She rummaged in a drawer.  “Here we are.”  Stand up, Steve, please.
Steve rose to his feet, looked alarmed.  He started backing away.  Danielle was having none of it.
“Stand still!  Now this won’t hurt – not unless you start getting randy.”
She slid down his knickers and fitted the clear plastic device, locking the two halves together with a little key.
“There.  Safe and sound.  Back on all fours, puppy.  The key is yours, Jacinth.  Take it when you leave.  Now, tell me, does he go down on you regularly?”
“I was rather shocked by her bluntness.  “N-no, never, these days.  I never even consider it now.”
“I see…”  She looked at me reprovingly.  “But he wants…”
“Oh, yes.  Every time.”
“Well, then I think it’s high time he was taught not to be so selfish.  If you’d like to take a seat on the throne?”  I obeyed.  “Thank you.  Put your legs over the arms.  Perfect!  Now, Stevie, come with me.  You’re going to show your respect for your new mistress.”
Danielle picked up his lead and led him over to where I was sitting.  I was already wet with excitement.  She made him kneel on the lower step, so that his face was level with my pussy.
“You know what to do.  And you’d better make a good job of it…or else!”  She gave him a single crack with her riding whip.  It was enough.  He thrust forward and buried his face between my legs.
He was clearly desperate to avoid any more punishment, and he soon had me gasping and moaning with pleasure.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Madeline watching wide-eyed, one hand between her legs.  This wasn’t lost on Danielle, who, once she was satisfied Steve was doing his job properly, went over to where she was chained up, and started stroking her and pinching her breasts.  After ten minutes I was having to fight off an orgasm.  I had one hand on Steve’s head, but where before I had been pulling him into me, I was now holding him back.  Suddenly, Danielle shouted “Stop.  That’s enough!”  Immediately Steve reversed, and waited for further instructions.
“Back to your kennel, and stay there till I call you.”
He scurried away and to my astonishment, disappeared into the far end of the vaulting horse.  Danielle smiled at my surprise.
“Oh, yes.  That’s his whipping block and his little doghouse.  Now, I think you still need some attention.”
She was undoing the padlock holding Maddy’s collar to the wall.  She slipped the chain out of her collar ring, and substituted a lead.
“Down on all fours, girl!  Now it’s your turn.”
“What?” cried Maddy, horrified.
“You never learn, to you,” said Danielle, with a sigh.  Then she pushed my friend to the ground and started to thrash her mercilessly.  Maddy screamed and pleaded.
“If you want me to stop, do what you’re told for once,” spat Danielle, angrily.
“I’m going, madam!” wailed Maddy, sobbing.  Moments later she was on her knees before me, her tongue probing and licking me enthusiastically.  Danielle stood to one side and watched.  I was nearly fainting with pleasure.  Not only was Maddy much more skilful than Steve, but for some reason the sensation of being serviced by this woman I’d always looked up to and admired so much, gave me an extra thrill.  Within two minutes, she had me clutching her pony tail begging her not to stop, and within three I had reached a shuddering orgasm.
Danielle smiled with satisfaction.  I slumped back in the throne.  Maddy reversed back down the steps, gasping, her face sticky with my juices.  But even then, Danielle hadn’t finished with her.
“Stay right where you are.  You’ve been nothing but trouble today.  Weren’t you told to obey without question?  You need a proper lesson.”
“No, miss, please don’t beat me any more,” pleaded Mads, “I’ll do anything…anything…”
She was completely cowed.  I stared at her.  Her eyes were full of fear.  In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined her like this!  Danielle disappeared behind a screen, and returned a minute later.  My mouth fell open.  In an instant I was sitting up and taking notice.  Strapped over her leather hot pants was a rubber phallus, which quivered slightly as she walked back to where Maddy was waiting. 
“No…”
“Yes, my dear.  Perhaps this will teach you some manners.”
Before Maddy could say another word, Danielle dropped to her knees behind her, pushed her legs apart, and sunk the phallus deep into her pussy.
“Oh my god,” gasped Maddy.
“Goodness, that went in easily,” laughed Danielle.  It seemed that Madeline was not so averse to the recent proceedings as she had pretended.
Taking hold of her lead in one hand, Danielle thrust into her again and again, her lithe, muscular body flexing with rapid regularity, and a look of determined concentration on her face.  Maddy was groaning ecstatically, and her arms slowly collapsed, till her head was touching the floor.  Danielle was extremely fit, and she didn’t slacken her pace until she had brought her to a noisy climax.  Without waiting for her to recover, she walked round in front of her, and pulled her head up by her pony tail.
"Lick it clean." she ordered.
To my surprise, Madeline responded without hesitation, all the while looking up at Danielle with something like adoration in her eyes.

The session was now at an end. We all three showered and dressed.  I decided Steve would stay in his female attire.  In any case, since he was now quite bald, it would have been a shame to take off his wig.  We sent him out to the car to wait for us, whilst we gathered in Danielle’s lounge for a final meeting before we parted. 
“I hope you found the sessions satisfactory,” said Danielle. 
“Yes, madam.  Thank you, madam!” gushed Madeline.  I glanced at her.  She was all doe-eyed and eager.  What a change of personality!
“You, Jacinth, are now Steve’s mistress.  He has no pressing need to come back to me, unless you choose to bring him, though it's true we haven't exhausted the possibilities yet.  But whatever you decide, feel free to consult me about any aspect of discipline, training, and especially feminisation.”
“Thank you, madam.”
“As for you, Madeline, you will I’m sure assist Jacinth in her endeavours.  But I would love to see you again, if you feel so inclined.  I think there is still much to explore.”
“Yes, madam.  Of course, you know best.  Perhaps you should book me an appointment, you know, when it’s convenient for you, of course.” 
As we drove home, me next to Madeline, and Steve in the back, looking utterly stunned and cowed, my friend eulogised on the talents and beauty of the woman who had just ravished her.  She seemed to be in the grip of an infatuation.  Perhaps she was so used to dominating others, that the novelty of being comprehensively dominated herself had had an intoxicating effect – like giving strong alcohol to a teetotaller.  Perhaps she had never been made love to like that in her life!  I smiled to myself.  Yes, I would enjoy turning Steve into my transvestite slave, but I was also determined to make sure I was present at any of Madeline’s future sessions!

[Sandra B]

Chapter 7.  Aftermath.

We drove to Maddy’s.  I wondered when she was going to mention the little matter of what she had just been made to do to me.  But she never alluded to it.  I think she must have been so embarrassed that she couldn’t bring herself even to think about it.  So when we were all inside, I felt I had to clear the air.  I ordered Steve to stay in the living room, and guided my friend into the bedroom.
“Sit down, Maddy.”
“What is it?” she asked, anxiously.
“I just wanted to thank you.  Steve was never able to make me feel like that.”
She turned bright red, and made no reply.  She looked at the floor and bit her lip.
“Seriously, Mads, you could easily turn me into a lesbian,” I laughed
“Stop it, J.  I was forced to do it, you know that.”
“Oh, come on.  You seemed to be enjoying it.  In fact, you seemed to enjoy the whole session.  And you can’t deny you fancy Danielle, can you?”
At that, she broke down completely, and started sobbing quietly.  I sat down next to her and put my arm around her.
“It’s okay, darling.  There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Oh, Jacey.  I’ve never felt like this before!  I don’t know which way up I am.  That woman…Danielle.  She could do anything she liked with me.  In fact, I want her to.  And doing that to you was so exciting, not only because it was you, and I love you, but because she was making me do it, she was standing over me watching!”
“I know what you mean.  She has such a powerful presence.  Don’t you think I felt it too?”
“And when she… you know, I felt things that I’ve never felt with a man.  And now all I want is to do it again!  I’m feeling horny just thinking about it!”
“Okay…”
“And I need to function normally, I need to focus on my work, organise things, run my life, and all I can think of is….her!”
“Listen, Maddy.  You’ll be able to see her again…regularly if you want.  But you may need to compartmentalise your life, that’s all.  Everyone does it to some extent.  You’ll adjust.  And probably, in a few weeks, you might get over all this.”
“I don’t know.  I feel so strung up.”
I looked at her, sitting there with her face in her hands.  Gently I lifted her legs and lay her on the bed.  Then I climbed on beside her, and began to caress her face.  Her eyes closed, her sobbing gradually abated, and I could feel calm beginning to return.  I knew exactly what she needed.  I kissed her cheek softly, and began to unbutton her jeans.  “J… what….”  She made an ineffectual attempt to stop me.
“Just relax, darling.  I owe you this one.”

Afterwards, she fell asleep at once, and I crept out of the room and quietly closed the door.  I sat with Steve in the living room for the next two or three hours, experimenting with my new power.  I had him bringing me coffee, changing the TV channel, and acting as my footstool.  I taught him to curtsey, as well!  It was quite exciting at first, this total reversal of roles.  But even on that first day, I knew I was going to tire of it.  Steve no longer bore any attraction for me.  I would use him as my slave, have some fun with him, but I wanted something else.  Something I couldn’t at that moment put my finger on.

[krystalasbaby2017]

I really hope you plan on continuing this, as there are at least 2 or 3 different ways you can go

[Sandra B]

Chapter 8.  An Offer.

But as I sat there, an idea was beginning to take shape in my mind.  I wanted two things.  First, I wanted Maddy to be her own woman again.  If it hadn’t been for her, I would still be fretting myself to death over Steve.  And the whole experience of the last few days had drawn me closer to her.  I had never realised quite how much I liked her, and now I wanted to make up for lost time.  I was sure she would get over her present obsession – though I doubted whether her new-found enthusiasm for the delights of the dungeon would fade so easily.  The other thing was this.  Yes, I too had been mesmerised by Danielle.  But the session had excited in me, not love, but admiration for her artistry; and it had opened my eyes to the thrill of domination, the sheer sensual exhilaration afforded by the controlled deconstruction of another human being.  I blushed to think I harboured such feelings.  But a fierce lust had been ignited within me, a lust for the control of others and for the infliction of pain and humiliation.  I had seen in Maddy what such psychological power could achieve.  Now I longed to be able to wield such power myself.  I think Steve’s duplicity had aroused a desire for revenge, and the nature of his downfall had suggested a strategy for exacting it. 
I had seen how forcing a man into women’s clothing, and physically restricting his manhood, as Danielle had done, so effectively drained his will, making him powerless and malleable.  I understood now that the apparent strength of the male was mere bravado, an illusion, not to be compared with the intrinsic spiritual steadfastness of which women are capable.  Once deprived of the trappings of his gender, he could be coerced into any indignity his mistress chose. 

I was full of ideas, but how could I put them into practice?  It seemed impossible.  First, I had no base, no property, that I could adapt as a dungeon.  Second, I was not pretty, like Danielle; though perhaps that was not an insuperable difficulty.  I remembered the sort of women that seemed to attract Steve’s attention.  Not necessarily great looking, but dressed in a certain way or with a certain way of carrying themselves.  And I was relatively young.  Yes, clothes and demeanour were more important than looks.  The potential submissive would become entrapped by his – or her – involuntary fetishistic response.  No, the main problem was premises and equipment.  And contacts.  I decided to discuss the matter with Maddy when she woke up.

When she emerged from the bedroom, I sent Steve to the box room with instructions to stay there until he was summoned.  She looked much happier, and came over and kissed me at once, as if we were real girlfriends.  It was a nice feeling.
“Thanks, J.  What would I do without you?”
I made us coffee, and we sat down on the sofa.
“How are you feeling?”
“Much better, thanks.  Thanks to you.  Actually, I’ve been awake for a while.  I was thinking about what you said, and I realise now I was imagining problems where there weren’t any.  I was a bit overwrought, earlier, that’s all.  I can carry on as normal, but I’m going to see Danielle regularly.”
“Great!  I’m glad you’ve sorted it.  I think she’s keen to see you, too.”
“Do you think so?”
“I’m sure of it.  Listen.  We should go round there together tomorrow and collect the videos.  Maybe she’ll give you your next appointment.”
“Yes.  Why not.  I’ll text her and ask when would be a good time.  What were you doing while I was asleep?”
I told her what I had been thinking about.
“Don’t laugh.  I really think I could do it.  But as I said, I’d need premises.”
“What about Danielle’s dungeon?  Maybe she’d rent it to you sometimes.”
“Possibly.  I doubt she would, though.”
“There’s no harm in asking, J.  Or maybe she could suggest something or somewhere else.”
“Okay.  I’ll ask.” 

Danielle said we could call in any time after two.  I ordered Steve to clean the flat while we were out.  We got to her house about two thirty.  There was no Riccardo.  Danielle herself opened the door.  She was clearly having a day off.  She was wearing old jeans, a faded T-shirt, and her hair was tied back carelessly.  She seemed unusually relaxed.  She led us through the house to the lounge at the back, and sat us down in armchairs, overlooking the garden.  Riccardo, she said, was having a day off.  She brought in a tray of coffee, and on the tray next to out cups were four flash drives, two red and two blue.
“I’ve spent the whole morning editing the video.  The blue ones are Steve’s session, the red ones yours.  I have three hidden cameras, so three angles to choose from at any one time.  I hope you like the result.”
“Thanks, madam,” said Maddy, “now we can relive it all any time we feel like it!”
“You can relive it next Saturday, if you feel up to it, Madeline.  I can book you a session any time of day.  I don’t normally work on a Saturday, but for you….”
“Yes, please,” replied Maddy, blushing slightly, “You tell me when it’s convenient.”
“Okay.  How about ten o’clock?  A nice early start.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Good.  Tell me, Jacinth, how’s Steve now?”
“Completely subservient, since you ask,” I laughed.  “If he’s following my instructions - and he better be - he’s cleaning Maddy’s whole flat at this very minute, in his nice new frilly apron!”
“Oh, I’m sure he is!  I’m so pleased to hear it.”
“Yes.  I do hope he has a few visitors.”
“He may well,” said Maddy, “friends often call round at the weekend.”
We sipped our coffee.  I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.  Maddy took it upon herself.
“Madam, I think there’s something Jacey wants to consult you about.”
“Oh.  Well go ahead, darling,” she said, “what’s on your mind?”
Not without some awkwardness and stammering, I explained my interest in following her own occupation, and the difficulties I envisaged.
“I found it fascinating how you subjugated Steve by making him wear a dress.  I would like to explore the whole issue of feminisation.  It seems to me that once you deprive a man of the symbols of his maleness, he becomes much easier to enslave.”
Danielle regarded me with an enigmatic expression on her face.  She waited to see if I had anything to add.  But I didn’t.  I suddenly felt embarrassed and silly.  Really, I knew nothing about the matter.  I was a novice expounding a theory to an expert.  To be honest, I expected her to laugh at me and tell me to get lost.  So it was quite a shock when she replied.
“Jacinth   I was watching your performance with Steve yesterday.  I’ve seen a few of my colleagues operating, but I can honestly say that, apart from one, none of them has the natural instinct that I saw in you.  For many of them it’s purely a business. When I offered you a job as my assistant, I wasn’t joking.  Now, if you’re really bent on becoming a domme, you should come and assist me, work as my apprentice, in fact.  Learn the business properly.  Maybe for three or six months, something like that.  I’ll pay you one third of my fee, and I will teach you the tricks of the trade.  And if after that I feel you are competent – if, I say, because it’s not a foregone conclusion – and if you want to carry on independently - we can talk about premises, and our future relationship.  What do you say?”
“Madam… I don’t know what to say.”
“Do you accept?”
“Of course.  Thank you.  Thank you.  I won’t disappoint you!”
“I hope not.  Why don’t you come and see me Monday morning, to sort out the details?  I’ll get my dressmaker here to measure you up.  You’re going to need some work clothes.  That’s my responsibility.  And we can discuss exactly how this is going to work.  Okay, Jacinth?”
“Yes, miss.  Thank you again, so much, for giving me this opportunity!” I said.
“Well, you’ve shown you have the stomach for it.  Now you’ll have to convince me you also have the finesse and the imagination, and an instinct for a client’s vulnerabilities.  It won’t be easy.”

[krystalasbaby2017]

With J. working as a apprentice to learn how to be a perfect Domme Steve probably will end up with more than he expected...giggles
Hope Maddy has a good time on Saturday morning.

[Sandra B]

Chapter 9.  Induction.

Monday morning I had a lecture, but I skipped it to go see Danielle.  Riccardo showed me into the back lounge.
“Good morning, madam.”
“I think you can drop the “madam” now, Jacinth.  “Dani” is fine.  What should I call you?  Jacinth?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d prefer “Jacey”.  “Jacinth” is a bit of a mouthful.”
“Okay, Jacey.  But I think you should keep Jacinth for professional purposes.  It sounds posh, which is always an advantage.  However, that’s a minor detail.  Before my dressmaker arrives, I want to go over a few basic things.”
“Good!  I’ve been thinking, and I realise how little I know about how you work.”
“Don’t worry.  You’ll pick it up.  But it’s important for you to understand the mechanics.  First of all, I should tell you that I’ve been doing this for about five years now.  I started when I was twenty-three.  I had a very submissive boyfriend, so I had to learn how to satisfy him.  Eventually we split, but then he came back.  He couldn’t get what he wanted anywhere else.  So I agreed to accommodate him, but I insisted it would be a business relationship and that he would have to pay me.  He was very well-heeled, anyway.  It grew from there.”
“What happened to him?  Do you still see him?”
Danielle laughed.  “No, he found someone even stricter than me eventually.  I hate to think what she’s doing to the poor guy!  Anyway, to get back to the business.  At the moment, things are relatively quiet.  I have a few regulars, the occasional newbie, and I average four or five sessions a week.  Most sessions last one and a half to two hours, and I charge about three hundred.  But there are longer ones, overnights and so on, and shorter ones.  I try to arrange them to give me a couple of days off.  I would hope that, once you get involved, we can increase the number of clients, and perhaps charge a little more.  I know a few of them would love the idea of two dommes working together!”
“Would we be doing the same sorts of things?”
“That’s an interesting question.  No, is the short answer.  I can see all sorts of possibilities, but you should definitely play a different role from me.  It’s basically theatre, except the client isn’t acting!  You look very young compared to me, and we should play on that.  But we can discuss this later.”
“So will I wear the same sorts of things as you do?”
"I want Sandra – that’s my specialist dressmaker – to provide you with a range of costumes.  We can almost leave it to her.  She’ll look at you and see what she thinks will suit.  But of course you’ll have the usual leather and latex, the boots and the gloves and tight little shorts and so on.”
“I was wondering…”
“Yes?”
“I sort of had this idea….  If I could have some mildly fetishistic everyday clothes, I don’t know what exactly, I could maybe find us some new clients.  I remember the sort of women Steve was attracted to.  I mean, if a woman was wearing, say, tight leather pants, or a pleated leather skirt, he’d sort of become all alert and attentive.”
Dani stared at me.  “Offering yourself as bait?”
“Except that I’d be both the bait and the hunter.  They wouldn’t realise until it was too late!”
“You’re a very bright girl, Jacey.  It could work.  And really, you don’t know how much I long for some new clients.  My regulars pay the bills, it’s true, but I know them inside out by now.  I yearn for a little novelty, a few new guys to school.  To be able to train them up to be what I want them to be, not just what they’ve fantasized about.  But you’d need to be careful.  I don’t want you taking any risks.  I’d need to be with you.  There are some strange people about.  I always have Riccardo nearby when I have a new one.  They don’t realise of course.  I know he looks rather chic and feminine, but he’s also trained in various martial arts.”
“Really?  We thought he was a girl when we first saw him.  He’s got such delicate features.”
“He is very pretty, isn’t he?  Several of my clients have fallen for him.  Which brings me to something else which you should be aware of.  You said you were interested in feminisation.  What do you think that’s all about?  I mean, why do you think some men want so much to dress up like that, or are easily persuaded to?”
“I guess it all goes with a submissive nature.”
“Well, yes, that’s often it.  But sometimes it’s a bit more than that.  I would say there’s a minority who want to present as women, because consciously or subconsciously they’re attracted to other men - not necessarily one hundred percent gay, but inclining that way.  By allowing themselves to be feminised, they can pretend it’s just a fantasy.  Because of their upbringing or culture, they can’t face up to their own sexual feelings.  Inside there’s a big knot of shame, or guilt, or denial, and being punished helps them to assuage it.  And sometimes they want to be forced to have sex with another man, so they can do the thing they subconsciously long for without the responsibility, without having to suffer that destructive guilt.”
“Yes.  I’d never thought of it that way.  I wonder if Steve….”
“I thought so as soon as he came to me.  He could hardly take his eyes off Riccardo.  And I could see he was so happy when I ordered him to put on that dress.”
“Gosh.  Would you have allowed him to…”
“Eventually I would have suggested it.  He looked cute enough that I’m sure Riccardo would have willingly allowed him to go down.  He done it once or twice before.”
“That’s so exciting!” I gasped.
“It’s rather sweet, really.  It’s all they ever want to do, because it's such a passive, female act.  There’s nothing aggressive or male about it.”
I was still trying to take all this in, when the object of our conversation appeared at the door and announced, “Miss Sandra, madam.”  I stared at him for a moment, seeing him in a new light.  He returned my look with a smile.  I think I blushed slightly.  He was certainly attractive to me, so I could imagine that he might easily seduce guys like Steve.

Sandra was a brisk, middle-aged woman, dressed rather younger than her years in a short black leather skirt and posh leather jacket.  She was wearing a pair of retro red spectacles, which gave her a rather old-fashioned, severe appearance. 
“Hi Dani.  Is this the trainee?”
“This is she, darling.  Jacinth.  Jacinth, meet Sandra.”
“Pleased to meet you.”
“You’re a pretty little thing,” said Sandra, half to herself.  “You’ll be a pleasure to dress.”
I’m not pretty, I thought, though it was kind of her to flatter me.  I know I’m very plain.  And Danielle’s so beautiful!  I would have to rely on my gear to attract men.  But Sandra persisted.
“Where did you find her, Dani?  You’re going to have the customers falling over themselves.”
“Clients, darling, if you don’t mind.  Yes, they probably would, if they weren’t already down on their knees.”
Sandra wasted no time.  She produced a tape and started measuring me.  She measured every conceivable point, even around my arms at legs at intervals, and entered it all up on a tablet.  She was very efficient.  After no more than ten minutes she addressed Dani.
“I’m done.  Do you want to choose the stuff now, or email me your requirements?  If you have time, now would be better.  There’s some new gear you should see.”
“Yes, Sandra.  Let’s all sit down and see what there is.  We’re looking for things that Jacinth can wear for the basement, of course, but we also need to think about outside – you know, sexy stuff she can wear in bars or nightclubs.  We’re hoping to hook some fresh meat, if you know what I mean.” 
“Ah, I see.  Well, there’s plenty of the more subtle stuff around now.  Let’s have a look.”

We spent the best part of an hour looking at some very fetishistic costumes.  Dani did most of the choosing.
“That, definitely, Sandra.  Maybe the blue?  Oh, and that one’s very sexy.  Does that come with the collar, or…?”
Whenever I was asked if something was to my taste, I simply nodded.  It was so way out I had no idea what I would look like in it.  I ended up with a whole heap of stuff: a leather tunic, leather pants, leather shorts, another collection similar but in latex, and then there were the thigh boots, knee boots, riding boots, ankle boots, leather gauntlets and long latex gloves, collars plain and studded – the lot.  I didn’t dare ask how much it was going to cost.  And then at the end Sandra turned to ordinary fabrics, and added some spandex, riding breeches, and what she termed “vanilla” items.
“She so cute, she should have some sweet, innocent stuff.  You know, Dani, white shirts and jumpers, pretty little skirts, that sort of thing.  Maybe some white socks and a tie?  What do you think?  You and her together…well, they won’t know if they’re coming or going, if you’ll excuse the pun.  Oh, and she’ll need stockings, suspenders, tights, panties, and all that.  I’ll give you a selection.  And some fetish stuff she can also wear when she’s out.  Maybe a couple of latex dresses – these ones are very nice.”  She pointed out a couple of amazingly sexy little numbers.  “And perhaps a pleated latex skirt, another in black leather, a leather bracelet or two, and anything else I think of.  It’s all on approval.  If there’s anything you don’t like, I’ll credit you.”
“Sure.  Let me know if you think of anything else, but that’s good to be going on with.  No. we don’t need any makeup this time.  I’ve still got a pretty good selection.”
“Right.  I’ll go back and get the orders in.  You’re not still growing, are you dear?”
“No.  I’m nearly eighteen.”
“Really?  Oh, well, that’s all right then.  Good luck in your new profession.  Just pay attention to Dani and you’ll be all right.”
“I intend to, Sandra.”
Riccardo escorted her out.
“Sorry, Jacey, she’s a bit of a whirlwind, but she’s got a good eye.  Whatever she sends is going to look great on you.”
“Thanks, Dani.  Thanks for going to all this trouble…spending all that money.”
She laughed.  “I’m not being altruistic, you know.  Now you’re my colleague as well as my friend.  And this is as exciting for me as I’m sure it is for you!”