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"Come on, you promised. Where you lying to me?" "Of course not, Alison, I just-" "Pweeease? Just think about it. All those pretty things you have. Do you really want to hide them?" Tyler whimpered with a finger pressed into his mouth. Alison was touching him again. She knew how much he loved just being touched by her. Not in a naughty way but she seemed to know exactly where to rub and massage to melt him. He was quick to agree to her demands. Alison kissed and thanked him, giving him a reward. Tyler watched him from her bed, a large heart shaped mattress in the middle of a red and pink colored room. The walls were covered in posters of girly boy bands and the like, typical fare for a teenaged girl's room. In the middle of the floor was a long metal pole that Tyler half wondered about. He was much too busy watching his girlfriend-hopeful reach into her drawer to pull IT out. "You've been such a good boy, Tyler~" Alison sang "Or should I say girl? You sure look the part!" His cheeks flushed as she brought it up once more. It had been a week since the mall and he had been visiting Alison nonstop. She brought him all sorts of new clothes and kept them in her room, making him wear them whenever he arrived. They hadn't done anything as explicit as when they were in the novelty store but even so, Tyler always left with a racing heart and wet undies. Not from his semen but from his pre-cum. Alison hadn't let him cum since they left the mall unless it was in girl clothing. That was usually with her hand and some very naughty words. However, a few days ago, she added something that equaled and easily topped that. Alison had Tyler lay down so she could look him over. Today his ensemble included A braided hair wig, brunette, two clip on hoop earrings, a bright pink choker with Alison's name on the front, a blue training bra (The halter top he wore thrown to the side), an unbuttoned plaid skirt and thigh high stockings that were striped to match his panties. What did it for Alison was Tyler's set of pouting pink painted lips. Oh what she wouldn't have given to give them a good workout, but as mommy said, patience and teasing could go a very long way! Tyler squirmed under her gaze, staring at his reward "P-p-please Alison, I want it..." "Oh? I don't think that's how you ask." Alison replied "Maybe you aren't a good girl... Maybe you don't deserve your reward?" Tyler's eyes widened and he quickly asked properly. "Alison, Lea wants you to touch her!" Lea. This was the name they decided on for the new, improved young boy. "Lea's" eyes filled with tears after this. He wasn't used to this at all and referring to himself as a girl was so emasculating. What would his mother think? Alison thought it was perfect. She got onto the bed and put on his reward. "Good girl." She moved her right hand slowly to the left and right, Lea's eyes following it. She wore a single elbow length glove made of silk. It had red flower patterns going from the wrist down to the elbow. Alison found out just how effective this was by happenstance. She had been wearing the gloves with another outfit when Tyler came over. It didn't take more than a simple brush against him to send the boy into a shivering, crying orgasm. Now it was his greatest gift. Lea watched as Alison's hand hovered over his bare skin. She reveled in watching his goose bumps form in anticipation. Her fingertips barely missed making contact with his flesh "Hehe, Lea, you are too cute. Ah, ah, you know the rules. Be patient or I'll stop right now." This made Lea freeze up and lower himself down. He had been sneakily moving in hopes of touching her. "Good~ I like that obedience~ she sang happily, dangling her gloved hand near the top of his thigh, keeping a close eye on his facial expressions. Pain, lust, and desperation - the way his eyebrows crinkled and his eyes cried out for her made her heart swoon! Slowly yet eagerly, she pressed her hand against his thigh. The very feel of the silk garment against his skin sent thrills through his spine. She was slow and deliberate, running her gloved hand from the outside of his leg to his inner thigh. Her eyes left his face to his little member. It was harder than it had ever been, swollen with tiny veins screaming for release. Its shiny purple head looked angry at her, the only part of Lea's body that could show any bit of animosity towards the young witch. "You've done really well, Lea~ would you like to cum? Do you want me to rub your dick with my silky glove?" She accentuated her words by running her index finger against the underside of his cock. The sensitive flesh was already at its boiling point, pre oozing out and slathering his balls in lubricating fluid. He didn't even have to say anything for her to know that he wanted to cum. His body spoke droves where his thoughts could barely even put together proper sentences. Lea was frightened he would be left like Kate. Unable to cum and locked that way. The girl had it taken off but, obviously, she wanted nothing to do with the two of them. They had been banned for life from the store. Alison didn't even blink when Kate yelled at her, only promising something worse if she didn't stop. That shut her up and Alison left with an air of victory about her. Luckily she, Alison, liked Lea a lot more. She agreed to allow Lea to cum if she told her one thing, why it was so easy? Alison was confused, but not unhappy, with how quick he took to crossdressing. She had the idea that, just maybe, this wasn't his first time doing the deed. She just needed to hear it from the horse's pink, pouting, quivering lips. At first the boy immediately denied it, but a quick yank on his tender ball sack had him singing like a bird. To be true, this wasn't the first instance of him crossdressing. There had been one other time during a school play. It was Charolette's Web, and the girl that was supposed to play Fern got sick a few days prior to the play. Being a predominantly boy class, there wasn't much room to move in finding someone to play her part. None of the girls could fit into her costumes either. Their only choice was to use him. That innocent moment turned into a fascination. The way his clothing swayed as he moved, the soft touch of cotton against his skin and, of course, the silken panties they made him wear. They told him it was a part of the costume but in reality some of the boys just couldn't help themselves. They snatched a pair of girl's panties just for Tyler. It seemed he had a bit of a fanclub in his old school. One of those fans was his very own best friend. This friend came out to him and the two explored just a bit with one another. What exactly they did was forgotten under a sudden and very harsh glare from Alison. She didn't like the idea of Tyler with anyone, even in the past, and he knew enough to shush up before he was punished. However, the damage was done. Alison would think about that for ever. Tyler had been soiled by some horny boy! But... Lea hadn't! Yes, her precious Lea was as pure as new fallen snow. For now, at least... "Well, I guess you did answer me truthfully~" Alison muttered softly, rubbing her silk glove along the bottom of his ball sack. It was nice and firm, teaming with his seed. She couldn't just let that go to waste~ She enveloped his swollen member with her hot, slick mouth and began to bob her head slowly whilst sucking on his four inch pecker. Already at the threshold, he came after only a second, barely even filling her mouth. What was that? A tablespoon? Alison was disappointed, and it showed. She couldn't have expected much from the youth and she would have come around to that conclusion if it wasn't for Lea's frantic need to keep her happy. Over her time in town with Alison, Lea learned nearly everything about Alison. She knew Alison was none too happy with her and that meant she'd stop wanting to be around her! Or worse...so Lea quickly scampered to her knees looking for a way to redeem herself. This sent the ever-devious mind going overtime and soon she had a laundry list of things Lea would be doing to make it up to her. First was a cockring. She promised her that she wouldn't do what she did to Kate (As long as she was a good girl). Lea would have to wear it for a whole month. Alison knew Lea wouldn't be able to handle it but she knew what she was doing. When Lea begged for any other way she could make it up Alison sprung on the chance. She would still wear the cockring but only for a few hours at a time. This period of time would be spent with increasingly large plugs inside of Lea to prepare him for the future. She would also have to do something else, something that had Alison's dick absolutely dripping... "Come on~ You've done it before," she said smirking pressing her nine inches of pure sexual bliss against Lea's cheek. The difference between there sizes were phenomenal. Allison was better equipped than most men and she was still growing. Lea on the other hand barely had more than four inches to her name. Lea was soft now, but Allison was far from over, rubbing her turgid flesh against the sissy's cheek. "You'll never get better at it if you don't practice, and you want to get better at it to make me happy, right Cupcake?" Her eyes glazed for just a moment and everything went white. Before she knew it he was swallowing her length. Half of it sat inside of his mouth. She had no idea why but whenever Alison called her that name she felt so weird and light. With it in her mouth already Lea kept going. She was much better at this than before and with this Alison was proud. It was nowhere near the best she had, in fact it was pretty bad, but with how willing Lea was to please her it made up for it all. Poor Lea had to keep pulling off every couple of seconds to breath so Alison helped her out, teaching her how to breath and pace herself Every the quick learner, Lea was showing progress in moments. This deserved a special reward! Lea was pushed back for a little while Alison put on two thigh high silken stockings. Lea saw this and nearly came right then and there. She was going to give her another footjob. She was so excited that she laid back and spread her legs, completely forgetting Alison's stiffy for her own. That was her mistake. However Alison was nothing if not understanding. She knew all too well how she was in her earlier years so she wasn't angry. Still, children must be punished! How would they ever learn? Alison just giggled, pushing her foot down into Lea's crotch...and stepping down hard. The newborn trap let out a cry of pain as the soft foot applied pressure that was anything but soft "Now, now, Cupcake. I think you were doing something. Do you think you can just forget about me? I want to feel good too!" Lea cried and apologized but to Alison it was just lip service (And not the good kind). She just wanted the foot to stop grinding her little package but Alison was much smarter than that. She knew words were nothing compared to action. With an expectant look she kept her foot on Lea who, by now, had reverted to small whines. She had no idea what to do at first but looking at Alison's impressive length and remembering her words, she soon caught on. The closer Lea's lips were to Alison's prick, the less the pressure on her now soft sissyclit. Once Alison felt those soft lips around her again she moved her foot off completely "Good girl...but you took too long, now I might have to rethink your reward. That is...unless you can swallow every last drop I give you." Oh, there was little hotter to Alison than watching someone gulp down her steaming hot baby batter. Especially after she vigorously mated their faces. Sadly, Lea wasn't ready for that. She could barely handle sucking on her own! Whenever Alison tried to introduce a little more to her throat Lea would gag. Soon though, very soon She promised herself that and, in her head, that meant Lea promised, too. Why not? The darling little thing lived for Alison by now, anyway! Alison pulled free of Lea's mouth after a while to mark where she got this time. She drooled so much it made it easy to see. Just about halfway with some "urging". That was good and she let Lea know how proud she was right before trying for one more inch. It stretched Lea's jaw to it's limit but Alison believed in him! Lea saw how much she liked it, too, so she was hesitant to complain. She also neglected to tell Alison she should have been home an hour ago. The domina said she'd let him leave after she came just once but that was FOUR hours ago. Ever since Lea got there they had been training her to suck! Alison just never got off, Lea was sure of it. Meanwhile, Lea had cum at least "a billion times" by her count. Finally, after what seemed like a cock-slurping eternity, Alison announced her approaching orgasm. She could hold off for much longer but Lea was getting tired, it seemed. Maybe she'd hand her over to Camilla to get the same training she got...no! Then Camilla might take her for good. She'd train Lea her way! Then she'd truly be hers and only hers. A cute, submissive love toy of a girlfriend that waited on her hand and foot, just begging to please and love her...THAT was what got her to cum. Sadly only she was privy to that knowledge. Lea had to be surprised by a sudden gush of floodwaters filling her mouth. Alison let out a loud shriek of bliss as she did it, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Lea couldn't dream of swallowing it all so whatever wasn't forced down his throat promptly exited in a messy explosion, splattering over her chin and chest. The sounds of frantic swallowing were loud, Lea's desperate attempt at not drowning in semen turning Alison on all the more and earning her a few extra shots. Finally it ended, Alison pulling out and getting Lea sticky with one more good glob of cum, leaving her a mess in many ways. Her throat hurt, her jaw was sore, her make up ran thanks to tears and the heavy mask of seed...and to Alison she never looked more beautiful. Alison knelt down and licked it all up, kissing Lea hard. They shared a cummy, tear strew kiss. Lea was sure she tasted a bit of her make up in there too but it didn't bother her much. By now she knew how orgasms worked and by how much Alison came he was sure she was sure she did a great job. Alison reassured her of this. "That was the best, Cupcake!" No it wasn't, but it was very, VERY good. Imagination went a long way. The two trap lovers sat and made out with each other, Alison grabbing a handful of Lea's ass. That would be next. Hours passed as Alison trained Lea, teaching her all the ways to pleasure a penis. She left the home with a brand new appreciation for just how much work it took to get cum from cock. Al Alison left with was a pair of empty balls~ She kissed him deeply, gripped her ass one more time and sent her on her way, telling him to be over the next morning bright and early. Lea didn't even notice just how bossy she was, the sweet little thing! Tyler held a bag as he walked into his home. Ariel saw this and asked what it was about. "Some gifts from your girlfriend?" this made him turn bright pink and run right up into his room, avoiding an embarrassing and potentially shocking reveal. Ariel just sighed and happy sigh, knowing how he must of felt. He was really head over heels for this girl! Tyler was, even if he didn't know it. Maybe it was love or maybe it was something else. Maybe he was just horny and using her subconsciously to get off. Maybe he was scared shitless of what Alison would do if she was hurt by him breaking up with her. THAT was a real fear no matter what he truly felt. He had seen what she was like when she was upset and he did not want to see that aimed at him. As he held the bag filled with his cum soaked clothing to his chest, thinking about the evils of Alison, a curious thing happened. He was remembering the cruelty she put Kate through and felt himself getting excited. Like how he would get whenever he saw Alison or when she rubbed him in just the right way. His dick was even getting hard! But why? Tyler quickly shook his head clear of those thoughts, trying to go to sleep. Trying to escape the confusion of these very sudden new feelings. Who could actually like something like that? Three knocks did not wake him. Ariel didn't like when he slept in like this, especially on such a nice day! Still, she understood how it was, being young during summer vacation. Ariel was glad that he wasn't out in the streets getting in trouble. Oh lord, those days would be here before long and she could already feel herself getting older from worry. Ariel left her son to sleep while she went about her business for the day. She needed a job for the summer. Being a elementary school teacher there wasn't much need for her during these down times. Without thinking about it, she set foot outside just in time to see Camilla. Her eyes widened and she fought back her feelings to give the most forced smile of her life. What happened in the woman's bath still sat in her mind, fresh as fallen snow, and she tried to put some distance between them when she could help it. "Where are you headed so early, Sugar Dumpling?" That name made Ariel's eyebrow twitch "...heading off on a job hunt." And she did look the part. Ariel wore her best dress for her search. A vest went over her white button up shirt, a light grey to match her skirt. Black fishnet pantyhose and heels finished the outfit, giving her a professional look that she hoped would land her a decent job. Her hair was done up in a bun and, Camilla noticed quite quickly, shed wore a stylish pair of red rimmed glasses. Ariel noticed something as well. That hungry look in Camilla's eye. Or maybe she was just imagining it...but could you blame her? Lost in her thoughts she hadn't heard a single word Camilla had said until she felt herself being pinched. It was just enough to snap her out of it and shoot an angry glare at the beaming face of her neighbor "You were ignoring me! I said that I think I can help you. We have some openings at my job right now. I needed to get another one while school was out. Can't go without money just because it's hot, right?" They had so much in common it was almost scary...and she was right. Ariel needed work so she put aside her feelings and asked Camilla for help. She immediately regretted her decision. It wasn't because of having to ask Camilla for help, no. It was the job itself. Camilla had given her an address to check out the next day and, after a slew of failed meetings in town, she was desperate for work. What she found made her face sink. It was a restaurant! Ariel could see Camilla plain as day waiting the tables outside and what she wore made it even worse! It was a French maid outfit with a skirt that was much too small. Whenever Camilla so much as moved the thing would fly up revealing her black laced panties. The top was also frilly and had a neckline so low it must have been magic how they held in the woman's bust. If that wasn't bad enough, each time Camilla finished serving a table she took a bow and said "Thank you, master!" to the table's occupants! What kind of weird place was this?!? Ariel looked about and saw more of the same and even more risqu? clothing choices. Some women, all save for Camilla in their teens, wore animal ears, others had tails, though how they were on baffled Ariel, they sure weren't around the hip, and one flooring display had a teenaged girl in a Japanese styled school top and a school uniform! Ariel turned to run at once but was grabbed by Camilla. Of course she was shocked by all of this so she tried to explain. It was a special kind of restaurant that catered to specific tastes. Camilla ignored Ariel's "No shit" look and continued on "Have you ever seen those cosplay caf?s they have in Japan? Well, the owner of this place is a bit of a nerd and took that concept for here...and it worked! The kids love it!" To prove her point, Camilla pulled a roll of money out of her cleavage. The wad of cash looked thick enough to beat someone over the head with "And it's a hell of a lot of fun, too! The customers don't seem to mind that I'm on the older side and I do love these adorable outfits!" It was all too much. This was obviously a young person's kind of job. Ariel couldn't imagine how Camilla could be okay with these kids eying her like this or think she would even consider this line of work. It was almost as bad as selling her body out right! "I'm not some kind of prostitute! If I do this I might as well work the corner!" Camilla's smile vanished and she looked at Ariel. She gave her canine teeth a lick as she eyed the other mother down "We can make that happen you know...don't insult me....juuuust kidding!" Camilla quickly lightened up and stuck out her tongue as if to say it was all one big joke. However Ariel didn't think that was the case. The look in Camilla's eyes said as much. Before Ariel had a chance to say anything she was rushed inside. What she found inside was, honestly, a lot more tame than she expected. Yes, there were odd and revealing outfits as far as the eye could see but that was it. The waitresses served food and drink and the customers ate and talked like any normal place. This made Ariel breath a sigh of relief. She had worked up imagery of more sordid activities that took place inside of this shop. Camilla kept pushing her along into the backroom to meet her boss. Unlike her workers, the owner of the caf? was dressed in a beautiful one piece dress with a slit down the side to show her long chocolate legs. The only trait that stood out was her hair. It was dyed a myriad of colors that took attention away from her piercing blue eyes, a feat in itself. Ariel, straight as she was, found it difficult to break eye contact with the woman once made. Staring into those pools made her feel so relaxed, almost like taking a warm bath... Camilla broke the silence, introducing Ariel to the beauty. Ariel had no idea why but she had a hard time looking her in the eyes anymore, let alone reaching out and touching her. When she did she was met with the feeling of finest silk. That's how Ariel would of described it, anyway. It was a disappointment when she had to let go. Ariel learned that the boss' name was as unique as her appearance: Vanille. It was a mystery where they name came from, it sounded exotic to Ariel. "Pleased to meet you." Ariel put on her best smile, almost as if she were trying to impress this woman. Or charm her. The charm came when Vanille spoke. Something in the dark beauty's voice made an electric shock run down her spine. She stood up as straight as she possibly could, trying not to show what was happening to her. No one could tell that she had stumbled, but she, Ariel, noticed something that made her turn cherry red. She excused herself and headed for the bathroom in time for her energy to completely leave her. She fell onto one of the toilets and groaned. It couldn't be, that's what she kept telling herself, but when she checked to make sure the truth looked her right in the face. Just hearing Vanille speak had made her wet. Ariel couldn't tell you what the woman said but it had an effect on her. While trying to put the pieces together she didn't notice Camilla peeking over the top of the stall, licking her lips as she looked down at a deliciously damp pussy. She gave Ariel no time to react, storming her stall and reaching down, her hand rubbing against the heated sex of her neighbor. Unlike last time, Ariel didn't run. Her mind was still in jumbles and she couldn't put together that someone else was even touching her for a moment. It was in this time that Camilla took her chance "She's pretty, right?" Camilla whispered, letting a finger dip into the woman. In her bathroom she didn't get anywhere near this far, now Ariel was actually pushing herself into the finger like a woman possessed. Ariel nodded a shaky nod, biting into her finger as Camilla added a second into her snatch. It made her moan and at the same time she snapped out of her haze. She remembered it all, every last feeling she had. "N-no..." It felt so real, so right before. She couldn't even deny that she STILL felt attracted towards Vanille. With a weak push she freed herself and stumbled for the door. Camilla couldn't let her go now. She attacked from behind, holding her close while putting her hand down into Ariel's groin again. Ariel moaned, her fingers digging into the metal of the stall. She felt so weak... Camilla just giggled, keeping her fingers firmly planted in Ariel's pretty little love tunnel. If there was a time, now was the time to strike. It would be a lie if Camilla said that she didn't know that this would happen. The Priestess had that kind of effect on people. Yes Vanille was the Priestess that everyone in the town seemed to be infatuated with, but there was no way Ariel would have known that. "Come on? What's the matter?" The woman kept up the charade, letting Ariel think that her sudden aroused state was her own doing. "Vanille got you wet? I'm kind of jealous! I try to get in your pants and you practically ran away. Vanille barely says even two words to you and you're in a bathroom stall wanting it so much that it looks like you're about to cream yourself if I push you a little harder~ Come on. You can. Just turn your head around and face me you pervert. I want to see you cum while you think about Vanille." No amount of "no's" or "You're wrongs'" could change what Ariel was feeling. She stopped fighting all together at this point, her body focused solely on the area between her legs. Camilla just wouldn't let up, the demoness, and it all came to a head when she grabbed a hold of her clit with two of those evil fingers. She forced Ariel to look her right in the eye as she finally climaxed, juices spraying all over the both of them. Honey trickled down Camilla's hand, something she was only too happy to lick up "And here I was thinking I had to behave around you...you're even worse than me!" oh was she ever hard. It wouldn't do to take her right now, though. She wasn't THAT heartless! She was just heartless enough to keep Ariel thinking she might be a lesbian and use it to her advantage to get her into bed. Camilla was a lot of things but she wasn't a monster, after all. Well, not that kind of monster~ "Naughty, naughty, naughty~ Hm... I wonder what your son would think if he knew that his mother was such a naughty little slut..." she hummed, keeping the woman pressed up against the bathroom stall wall. Camilla could literally feel the woman's stomach drop the moment she heard that. Whatever spell Vanille had cast on her disappeared, replaced with fear, realization, and anger. "I've got to go! Let me out of here!" she barked, attempting to elbow Camille, but she wasn't strong enough. This only got her arm twisted behind her back and pushed squarely against the stall door. "Ah, ah, ah... You're not leaving unless I say so. There was a reason that you came here, and that was to find a job, and you're no leaving here without one. Vanille already said that it was ok, and it wouldn't be nice to disappoint her, now would it? Especially since you so obviously have a crush on her, right?" Ariel paused for a moment, never quite losing her venomous stare, and then sighed. This woman had gone too far but she had a point. She shook herself free and turned on Camilla, facing the grinning devil head on "But listen to me right now. We are NOT friends. Do not talk to me when I'm here. I won't stop or children from being together but that is as far as our relationship goes. Do you understand me?" "If you say so. I have your friendship all over my fingers, that's enough for me." Camilla winked, licking her fingers. They still tasted like the woman's sex. Ariel stormed out, snapping at anyone stupid enough to cross her. She was right in front of the exit when she felt something. A soft hand on her shoulder. "Oh no..." she didn't turn, knowing who it was without needing to look at her, Even without that she was feeling slightly lightheaded, butterflies filling her belly. "Where are you off to in such a hurry? Didn't you need work?" the voice was so crisp and clean even in this noisy caf?. Ariel couldn't face her, not after what Camilla said. She didn't want to turn around and confirm the woman's assumptions. That hand moved her back and urged her to turn but Ariel stayed the course, keeping her eyes forward. Vanille snickered, feeling Ariel shiver with each word that was spoken "Well you can start today if you like, we can get you dressed up and everything." "Um... No. Uh, thanks for the offer, but-" Ariel started to say, but she felt her body being turned around until her eyes and Vanille's locked onto one another's. There it was again - the feeling of being practically turned into pure jelly. Her breath caught in her throat, and her mind went hazy. The next thing she knew was that she was in front of a vanity mirror with a brush in her hand, combing her long locks of hair. She was dressed in a playboy bunny costume complete with long floppy ears and a fluffy tail. Her face was made up with red rouge and fire engine red lipstick. Her eyes were done up with long lashes and purple eyeshadow. On her ears were huge, dangling hoop earrings. To most she knew, she looked like a slut! What was going on here? She would be assured time and again that it was just a draw. She wouldn't be touched or selling her body in any way. Even with that, Ariel felt like a whore. Try as she might she couldn't cover herself up with any success. She wasn't allowed to, either, not with those trays she needed to carry and orders she needed to take. The promises that she wouldn't be touched were quickly broken as well. If there wasn't a moment when her ass wasn't being grabbed it was only because she was in the back, away from the customers and with the snickering wait staff. There was always a silver lining and for Ariel it was the fact that this was her first day on the job, not even three hours in, and she had three hundred dollars from tips. Some of the clientele were a bit, to put it nicely, forward with how they paid her. She did not appreciate having money pushed into her exposed cleavage, even if it WAS a hundred dollar bill!