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A Night With the Girls by Maurice Mickey Maschke
My wife, Diane, had very long and soft auburn hair. It was
very thick as well. It fell to the middle of her back in
very large and soft curls that spilled over her shoulders.
One night I had just come home from work and she was
sitting there by her vanity lightly combing her hair. As I
watched her I began to get very, very excited and somewhat
lost watching her.
"Mickey, why don't you come over and comb my hair for me?"
She said drawing me closer to her. As I then stood behind
her and began to run the comb through her hair I could feel
myself gettimg more and more lost in her hair. She began
telling me how easy it was to get lost in it. How soft it
was, how thick and how deep. Her perfume began to filter
up and around my entire head, losing me more under her
spell. The comb began to get heavier and heavier in my
hand until I couldn't hold it anymore and it fell to the
floor. I just stood there staring into her hair and
smelling her perfume. She then laughed and suggested that
I bend over and smell her hair and feel it on my face. By
this time I was so mindless that I could not resist her. I
bent over and began to brush my face with her hair. She
then talked about my getting lost in it. And how I was
becoming mindless and stupid and weak.
"That's it, Mickey. Just let your mind become blank. Just
get lost in my hair. You're getting trapped there, Mickey.
You are getting lost. Deeper and deeper. You can't
escape. You are lost in my hair. That's it.. Just get
lost, mindless, stupid and weak. That's it..."
I was now so weak and under her control that when she told
me to take off my clothes I found it to be something that I
had to do. I stripped naked. She wheeled around and made
me look deeply into her eyes. She laughed at me as she
began to caress my C, making me very, very hard. I was
falling deeper and deeper under her spell. I was lost.
She told me that I would do anything that she told me to.
And I agreed. She then asked me if I wanted to be a girl.
And she made me beg for her to turn me into a girl.
"That's it, Mickey. You will do anything and everything
that I tell you. That's it. You're under my spell my pet.
You are under my hypnotic spell. Now, wouldn't you like me
to turn you into my lesbian slave? Hmmmm? How would that
be for me to lose you in softness and make you my lesbian
girl slave? Would you like that my pet?"
And I begged her to to do it. At that point she made me
kiss her love canal. She pushed my face to her soft patch
and I began to kiss her magic place with my lips over and
over again. She kept telling me how she was going to turn
me into a girl and make me her slave. I was getting harder
and harder as she spoke. Her body began to tremble
greatly as she then found my lips to be bringing her to
that point of explosion. She laughed at me with how she
had so easily now made me her slave and she told me that
she was going to lose me forever in softness. And with
that, her hips jerked upwards and her back arched with her
exploding before me.
Sitting back into the chair she then told me to crawl into
the closet with her. I did so. Once in there she then
bound me to the wall rings. My hands and feet now could
not move to protect me. I was completely at her mercy.
She laughed at me again and told me how she was going to
make me really beg to be turned into a girl. All that
Diane was wearing was a black sattin nightie to the crotch.
She then turned around and put on this full length silver
fox fur, in dark smoke grey, with an oversized shawl collar
and large bell sleeves. She then turned around and began
laughing at me as she then began to caress my C over and
over. She was telling how soft the fur is.
"Soft, isn't it, Mickey. So soft. That's it. Get lost in
it, Mickey. You're getting lost in the fur. It's making
you so hard. That's right. You're getting hard Mickey.
You're getting trapped by the fur. The fur has you trapped
there on the wall. That's right. Now, Mickey... Beg
me.. Do you really want to be a girl? Hmmmm? Do you? I
could put this coat on you. And that would make you a girl
forever... Would you like that? Tell me Mickey..." And
she laughed at me again as my body was trembling and
shaking as she continued to tease my C.
I began whining and begging her to turn me into a girl. I
was shaking and so lost under the spell of the fur, and
her, that I was begging her to turn me into a girl. She
then instructed to beg her in a girl's voice. And I
changed the tone of my voice to be higher, softer and a
little lustier. She smiled and then laughed and told me
how soft I was becoming. How I was becoming like the fur,
soft and weak and feminine. I agreed with her and told her
that I was feeling somewhat feminine. Laughing, she asked
me if I would like to put the fur on. I told yes. She
warned me that if I put it on that I would become trapped
in it. I would become lost in the softness. And that
there was no going back once I did that. I would be
trapped forever. And she laughed again. I couldn't help
it. I was mad with desire. I was so mindless that I could
only think of looking pretty for Diane and putting the coat
on and becoming her girl slave. I begged her again to let
me wear it.
Laughing, she then began rubbing the front of my body with
the fur. I was moaning and begging her to please let me
wear it. She then backed away from me and slowly undid my
fastenings and let me stand before her. Swirling around
the coat teased my C as she moved. She laughed again as
she took the coat and put it on me. Once on, she then
pulled the fur collar up around my face and laughed at me
as my eyes then went out of focus and I stood there before
her, totally in a deep trance.
"Now don't you look feminine. Ah! What shall we call you,
honey? I know. We'll call you Melissa! That's it.
Melissa. How does that sound?" She giggled as she stood
there.
"That sounds wonderful Mistress." I returned.
And she then made me walk around the closet with MY
beautiful ladies fur on. I began to sway when I walked. I
was lost under her spell. She then led me out into the
other room and inspected me. My hair was pulled back in a
pony tail behind my back. She then undid my poney tail,
letting my middle of the back hair fall around my
shoulders. She then inspected my legs for hair, and my
arms. Neither had a hair on them. And then she looked at
my crotch to make sure that it was hairless too. It was.
She then pulled the coat around me and began to caress my C
with it.
"Feeling soft, Melissa? Feeling lost and trapped in the
fur, dear?" And her laughter rang throughout the room.
I could only nod. She then laughed and took me into the
other room and began putting my hair up in curlers. And
then she applied my makeup. Once done with this she
sprayed perfume all over my body and put drop earings on
me, and a long black cameo around my neck. And then there
were the bangle bracelets. She remarked how soft and
pretty I was looking. And she made a point to call me
Melissa throughout the experience.
From there she led me into the room and dressed me in a red
sattin garter with black silk stockings. Then a black
sattin bra and a hot pink chemise. Then she got out some
4" black leather heels and put them on my feet. And then
she put the coat back on me and took my hair down and
combed it out. The large soft curls fell around my face
and shoulders. Every time that I would move my hair would
caress my face, putting me deeper and deeper under her
trance. I was lost to her. She asked me how I felt and I
told her that I was lost in the softness. And she laughed.
She then directed me to model my pretty clothes for her as
she snapped pictures of me. And I strolled around the room
extending this leg and that one as I pulled the fur around
me and became more and more a girl with each step. I was
so lost under her spell that I truly had become Melissa.
She then took me back into the bathroom and sat me down in
front of the mirror and closed and locked the door telling
me to look deeply at myself and to tease myself into
exploding at least once, if not more. And the door closed
with her moving about outside the room.
As I sat there I looked into the mirror and obeyed
Mistress's request I stroked my C with the fur over and
over. The image of the person in the mirror was that of a
girl. My ruby red lips, the light blush on my cheeks, the
drop earings in the shape of a heart hanging from ears.
And the cameo around my neck. I was a soft and lovely
girl. My long hair spilled around my shoulders in very
large and soft curls, caressing my face as I moved my head.
I continued to caress my C over and over. The more that I
caressed my C, the more that I knew that the image in the
mirror was truly a girl. That I was a girl. And the more
that I stroked my C, the more that I felt that I was
stoking my clit!!!
Outside of the bathroom I could hear Diane on the phone
laughing and talking with Annette, one of her girlfriends.
Then later it was Charlene, and then it was Shannon.
During the conversations I could hear her tell them about
how she had really finally done it. How she had turned me
into a girl. In each conversation they must not have
believed her because she told them that she really had done
it, and that she even had pictures. Each conversation
ended with Diane inviting Annette, Charlene and Shannon
over to see how well she had done with me. I was so
excited at this that I exploded in front of me and my body
jerked as I looked at the girl in the mirror experiencing
her first orgasm! And I dried myself off and began again
to tease myself, as Mistress had instructed me to.
I could hear Diane moving around the room outside. I could
hear the music playing something erotic on the turntable in
the corner, and hear her laughter as she heard me move
inside the bathroom. Her movements, and the image of
myself in the mirror, began to get me so hard again that my
body began to tremble and I began to say out loud that I
was a girl. I moaned and exploded a second time with my
saying out loud in a rather loud voice that I was a girl
and Diane's slave. I could then hear laughter in the other
room.
Finally, after almost an hour, the door opened. And I was
truly hypnotized!!! In front of me stood Diane wearing
this hot pink sattin jumpsuit with black 5" heels, and a
black Lynx coat that came to the knees. Her hair was
falling softly around her shoulders with the curls gently
framing her face. Her eyes were done severely with dark
shadow above on the lids. She then told me to look at her
and then into her eyes. She asked me who I was. I replied
that I was Melissa. And she then told me to get out of the
bathroom and follow her. As I stepped in front of her she
then began to tease my C with the fur of her coat as she
made me look into her eyes. I became very, very hard as I
fell deeper under her spell. She laughed as she could feel
me get hard. She told me that she wanted to make sure that
I was ready for our guests. And I got even harder. Taking
a c-ring out of her pocket she placed it around my C and
turned it tightly. Suddenly I felt trapped with my C being
hard and that I no longer could control myself. She then
began again teasing me with her fur. My C got harder and
harder, but I could not release. I was beckoming so
totally mindless that I no longer knew where I was. And
she continued to tease me, making me look into her deep
eyes.
It was about five minutes later that we heard a knock at
the door. Diane led me to the couch and made me sit on the
floor by her at the end of the couch. And she told the
girls to come in. The door opened and there were three
very sexily dress young ladies, their hair falling around
their shoulders, all dressed in soft and full dresses.
They immediately looked at me and began laughing and
giggling. One by one they told me how much better I looked
and how they just knew that I would behave now. And they
laughed again at me as they walked over and sat down on the
couch opposite the one that Mistress Diane was on.
Getting up she told me to 'stay' and walked over to the
girls sitting on the couch. She showed them my pictures
that Diane had taken just before with me. The girls all
laughed and talked about what a good job Diane had done
with me. They told her how proud they were of her. And
how they were sure that she would love having me as her
slave instead of her husband. And they loved how she had
changed me into a girl. But there were a bit skeptical
about whether Diane really had control over me or not.
Diane said that I would do whatever she asked me to. And
Charlene and Shannon just couldn't believe that.
So Diane then came back over to where I was kneeling and
she told me first to bend down and kiss her feet, to
worship her feet. As I did this the girls began to laugh
and say how nice it was that Diane could make me do that.
Bu they still seemed to doubt that I had been made her
prisoner. So Diane had me stand up in front of her. She
told me to look into her eyes. As she did this she began to
caress my C over and over telling me to get lost in the
softness. Her perfume, my perfume, her hair, her eyes, and
the fur were too much for me. I was getting harder and
harder. I was about to explode. Laughing, Diane asked me
if I wanted to masturbate for her? I begged her to let me
masturbate. She reminded me that I would have to do it
right here in front of the girls. But that she was sure
that I would do it if she asked me to. I told her that I
would. And she then took the c-ring off of me and told me
to sit on the floor in front of the girls and to masturbate
myself to exploding. As I sat down the girls began making
comments about how nice my hair looked and how soft I was.
They told me that I looked so helpless there stroking my C.
As I listened to their words and looked at their hair,
their eyes, and their clothes, I became harder and harder.
I began to moan, at which time the girls then began making
fun of me for being so soft and feminine. I got all the
harder as they then began talking about how I was going to
learn what it was like to be a woman now. And with that,
the fur on my C, I exploded onto a towel that had been
placed on the floor.
I sat there saying that I was a girl, my name was Melissa,
and that I was Diane's slave as my body cooled down from my
release. And the girls then laughed at me, and told Diane
that they were convinced. That she had truly taken over my
being and turned me into her slave. And they loved it.
But Diane wasn't through. She then told me to get up on my
knees and to lift Charlene's dress and to kiss her magic
spot. I pushed my head between Charlene's legs and felt
her soft thighs on my cheeks as I began to kiss her there.
Charlene was getting hotter and hotter as she laughed at
me, and the other girls made fun of how lost I was. While
I was down there doing that, Diane then walked up behind me
and inserted her toy. I was lost in the pleasure of the
moment and I brough Charlene to bliss and I was embaressed
and humiliated into becoming hard again.
Then, with her toy still there, Diane then instucted me to
do the same with Annette and Shannon. I obeyed. When I
was done, the girls were leaning back on the couch smiling,
giggling and telling Diane that she hoped that she would
share me, Melissa, in the future. Diane told them that she
would of course share me with them, all the time. And all
four of the girls then laughed at how I had become their
slave. Diane then had me serve the wine to all of them as
they talked about me and how they were going to use me at
the store to wait on the gay guests that would come in from
time to time, and how they were going to use me at parties
to please the guests. They were all a buzz.
Once the wine was served I was instructed to kneel a the
corner of the couch on the opposite side of the room as
Diane and the girls then finished talking. She turned
around once and told me to play with myself, and they all
laughed when I began to caress my C with the fur. They
went on talking.
After about 30 minutes Diane turned to me and watched me
for moment as I knelt there playing with myself slowly.
She told me to come and lie on the floor in front of the
couch. I did as she told me. As I lay there, the girls
all gathered around me, one at each limb. They began using
Diane's fur, which she had taken off, to tease me over and
over. My c-ring was back on and their hair was falling
around their faces as they looked down at me, laughed at
me, teased me, and taunted me with how lost I was, how I
was trapped and how I was never going to be masculine
again. How I was going to be a girl and their slave. I was
getting harder and harder. I couldn't release because of
the c-ring. But I was getting harder and harder. I was
trembling greatly as they continued to tease me. I finally
began begging them to keep me a girl and their slave. I
begged them over and over to please never let me go back to
being a man. I begged them to lose me in softness forever.
And they continued to laugh at me. I was begging them. I
was talking in a girl's voice and was becoming more and
more feminine with each passing second. I could feel my
mind changing and that I was so lost and trapped that I no
longer felt like a man in any way shape or form. I felt
like a woman. Like I was one of them, and yet not. That I
was one of them in that I was a girl, but that I was not
one of them in that I was their slave. I was lost.
They continued to tease me over and over, with me begging
more and more to always be allowed to be their girl slave.
And they continued to tell me that they had no plans of
ever letting be anything other than their girl slave.
Finally, they took the c-ring off of me and teased me to
the point of exploding. They then dried me off and began
again with the teasing. They brought me to the point of
exploding there three times. And by the last time I was so
much their slave that I would do anything that they might
ask. Their slightest wish was my command.
Diane then had me please each of the girls again and then
they sat around again and talked while I played with myself
in the corner. The evening ended with the girls looking at
me and telling me that they would expect me at the store
tomorrow evening at 6:00 pm, dressed and ready to serve.
Diane told them that she would definitely have me there.
And they walked out.
Diane then sprayed me with perfume again and took off her
jumpsuit and made me please her with my lips for the next
several hours.
After we were through she then led me into the bedroom and
got out a nightie for me to wear to bed. She then led me
to the bed and tied me down, hand and foot. Taking a large
Ostrich feather duster she then began to tease me over and
over. She made me explode twice then as she conditioned me
more and more that I was a girl and her slave. And I truly
was.
The next day for work I wore women's under clothes,
including a bra under my outer garments. I was to call
Diane at noon, in a girl's voice and tell her how I felt
during th day. And then I was to wait for her to pick me
up and take me home to get ready for the night. I told her
that I would do as she told me.
Well, that's the story of my night with the girls. If
there are any Ladies out there who would be interested in
discussing this I certainly would like to hear from you. I
hope everyone enjoyed this little story. It's all true,
and I've been looking for a Lady ever since to allow me to
experience this life again. Be Well....
FIN
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