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The Mansion
I had a friend Charley at work who always seemed to have more money than
what one would expect since we both did similar office work. One day I
asked him about it and he told me he would tell me his secret if I
promised to never tell anyone else about it. He invited me over to his
apartment so we could have absolute privacy.
First he wanted to make sure I understood that he was not gay and that he
did what he did only for the money. He cut to the chase and explained he
was paid about $200 a night to let old raunchy men take him in the ass.
Ten seconds of silence passed where we just stared at each other. Then he
added: We always use a rubber.
I asked where? He told me at an old elegant house that every one called
The Mansion. The owner was an older woman Ms. Crane who developed the
service and she ran it with an iron fist. The old rich farts entered
through the front door and all had prepaid credit accounts with her. The
"girls" who were all boys entered through a door at the back of the
house.
Charley explained that he had gotten started thru a friend who was gay.
He explained that once you decide all you care about is the money that
your sexual orientation becomes irrelevant. He said there was a downside
in that Ms. Crane required every boy to accept her hormone shots to make
your skin soft because this was a huge attraction for the men. Charley
admitted that he lost his last girlfriend because the shots took away his
ability to get hard but he saw it as a temporary setback til he could
accumulate a good nest egg.
One other drawback was that Ms. Crane had a threading artist that would
feminize your eyebrows without crossing the line. My name was Bobby and
Charley expressed his hope that I might be interested in taking an
opening with Ms. Crane because the required secrecy and lack of a
girlfriend had brought on a sense of loneliness which was starting to
wear on him. He even suggested they could share his apartment which would
immediately add to their income.
I told Charley that I did want to make more money and that this gig did
seem to be working so I was interested. He called Ms. Crane and she told
Charley to bring me with him the following night. Charley warned me there
was a lot of prep work before your shift started and to just bear with it
til I understood how it all worked. When we entered through the back door
Charley pointed me toward Ms. Cranes office and he disappeared through a
different door.
Ms. Crane was a beautiful older woman with mounds of pure white hair
piled on top of her head. Ms. Crane explained the rules of the business
and said she needed to see me nude. She like what she saw. She gave me my
first hormone shot and then called in her threading artist Arla.
She had me sit down and instructed me on how to stretch my brow for her.
It was incredible how fast she worked with her strings and soon I had
beautifully shaped brows but not overly done to where it could be a
problem at work. Ms. Crane then took me into their waxing room where two
girls went to town. A third girl used an electric shaver to do my face.
They even waxed inside my nostrils which so far was the only pain I had
endured. A fourth girl painted my nails burgundy red.
Ms. Crane came back into the room with a black G-string and had me put it
on. In addition she handed me a pair of black pumps with 5 inch heels.
The waxing squad was replaced by their makeup artist. The first thing she
did was stretch a wig cap over my head. Then she pressed a piece of tape
1/2 inch above each brow. The tapes had rubber-bands that were stretched
and attached at the back of the wig cap. Instant brow-lift.
She rapidly applied creamy foundation all over my face. Then she glued on
incredibly long eyelashes followed by lots of eye shadow and eye liner.
Then blush. Then finished with burgundy red lipstick and overdrew my lips
really large. This ended with a platinum blonde wig cut in a china doll
bob.
Then she had me turn around and she placed a choker around my neck. It
was in fact a short belt with the buckle positioned at the back of my
neck. The inside surface had double-sided tape so that the belt grabbed
the looser skin under my jawline and stretched it back. It seemed to take
five years of age away.
So there I stood with only three pieces of clothing on: the choker, the
g-string, and 5 inch high heels. Ms. Crane took me by the hand and led me
out into the the lion's den. She announced I was the new virgin and that
I was available at the "H-rate." It turns out all the boys were rated.
The higher the letter the more money she collected from the taker.
She led me to a stand that looked like a kneeler and she nudged me to
kneel down. It had two rubberized handles she nudged me to grasp. In the
foot area there were two padded footrests intended to keep the toes of
your high heels from getting scuffed. In the center there was a padded
roll intended to elevate your anus to an optimal height for the taker. In
the very front was a rather large mirror which had a dual purpose: The
taker could enjoy watching his girl grimace and squirm as he enjoyed her.
The girl could see herself being screwed and behold how beautiful she
could look while all this happened to her.
Ms. Crane believed that if she could get her girls to view this as a
pleasurable experience the more solid her business would become. Out of
the corner of my eye I could see Charley being taken two stations over
from mine and I was impressed by how pretty he looked. We were dressed
identically except his wig was jet black.
Three more men took me before Ms. Crane deemed I needed a respite. I
immediately noticed there was another type of station being used. It also
had a kneeler but now the taker stood in front of the girl instead of in
back. This station was for blow jobs. Charley had never mentioned this
aspect and I told Ms. Crane.
She explained that Charley had not yet embraced the entire business
because he was still having issues coping with the relevance of his
sexuality. Ms. Crane said it was just a matter of time. That he needed
more incentive and that perhaps the money didn't provide it all for him.
All the blow jobs required rubbers provided by Ms. Crane herself on the
spot. Bobby, Can I presume you have no hangups about this service? I said
I'm game. Your income just took a jump. I sucked four in a row.
I could see that Charley noticed. That night Charley and I had a long
heart-to-heart talk. When Charley invited me to share apartment expenses
I had not noticed he lived in a one bedroom apartment. That meant one
bed. And it was a queen size not king. As a result I had to lie in bed
with one arm around Charley. That worked out OK because Charley needed a
lot of help with his self esteem. I evolved into his mentor.
First I convinced him to get over his blow job obstacle because that
would increase his income. Also, Ms. Crane had explained that some of her
girls were full time. A standing option for all. I explained to Charley
that I thought that would be a great option for him for two reasons:
First, Ms. Crane could improve his look and therefore his marketability
and thus his income. Secondly, I was starting to fall for Charley.
At the Mansion I thought he really looked sexy. I told him how I felt and
asked him to quit his day job and let me be the main provider. I reached
over, embraced him with both arms and gave him a long lingering kiss with
plenty of tongue. Charley was ecstatic. Like a huge weight had been
removed from his shoulders.
I explained that I would be the dom and he the sub. He was just fine with
that arrangement. I told him he was not to cut his hair without my
approval. Actually he needed my approval for all things. He said OK. The
next morning he quit his job. I instructed him to go to the Truly Great
Nail Salon down the street from our apartment and request 2 inch nail
extensions and paint them burgundy red.
Go home and clean the apartment like its never been cleaned before. That
night when I got home I plucked out all his eyebrows. We were burning
bridges. I then applied shaving foam and made his brow bones glisten. I
then explained that eventually the hormone shots Ms. Crane was giving me
would kill my erections so we had to use what time I had left to train
Charley on doing blowjobs. He was agreeable because it was with me and
not some old rich fart.
Eventually he got the rhythm with or without me. Now he could make a lot
more money. We informed Ms. Crane of our new relationship and she was
delighted. She had me take Charley to her beauty salon and had his hair
dyed jet black. Ms. Crane had stipulated that Charley's hair be combed
straight back and up in the back and sprayed extra heavy. Even though his
hair was not long enough for an updo she wanted it to look as if he had
one. To get that effect she had them add in several long extensions and
to curl and style them into a very large beehive. It required a lot of
back combing. It turned out magnificent.
Ms. Crane insisted that Charley sleep sitting up to conserve his beehive
for the next day. Instead I took out some paper and a tape measure and
designed for Charley an incline that would allow him to lie back enough
to get a comfortable nights sleep. I incorporated a cutout where he could
insert the back of his head between his neck and the beehive. This kept
his beehive from touching the bed. I had a cabinet shop fabricate the
incline.
Charley got used to it fairly quickly. Then I took him to get some very
long lash extensions. Extra thick. For the next morning I booked 3 hours
of makeup lessons at MAC Cosmetics. I prepaid with my credit card and
stipulated the lipstick color. I asked that they spend extra time
teaching Charley how to draw his eyebrows extra high. He was a quick
learner.
Ms. Crane suggested that we both get fitted for corsets and gave me the
name and address of a lady Margot that designed and hand-made heavy duty
garments. Mine was made with a zipper up the front. Charley's was made
with laces in the back. Margot showed me how to tighten them and tie them
off. She told me to cut them off with a pair of scissors because Ms.
Crane did not want her customers having to deal with the excess laces.
The price included a box of 100 extra laces. Margot strongly suggested
that Charley wear the corset 24/7 and to only change it once a week. We
ordered Charley a spare corset.
Ms. Crane also suggested that Charley could attract more business if he
could learn to wear ballet heels. She felt he would look over the top
exotic together with his new beehive hairdo. Again Margot was our go-to
for the shoes. She measured his feet and placed a special order that was
delivered overnight. Charley was very apprehensive about being able to
walk in such bizarre shoes. Margot tightened the laces extra tight to
give Charley extra ankle support. She explained that the secret was to
take baby steps. Margot held his right hand while I held the other. After
an hour I was exhausted while Charley just smiled and continued walking
without assistance.
At this point Margot introduced an additional nuance. She instructed
Charley to always hold his chin high, press his forearms against his
ribs, bend his wrists straight down and to keep his fingers straight. She
then stepped behind him and used a piece of rope to bring his elbows
closer together as if trying to make his shoulder blades touch. This
practice continued for another hour. Then there was the long walk home. I
took this opportunity to suggest that Charley's name was now Charli and
that I wanted to formalize that he was now my girlfriend.
He was very happy with that pronouncement because he said he had always
liked me. When we got home I had to break the news that Margot said he
should sleep wearing the ballet heels to help his feet get used to being
so scrunched. He almost cried but instead kissed me and said "Whatever
Ms. Margot says." I steadily lost my ability to get hard but our skin got
silky smooth which made Ms. Crane extremely happy for her business.
At night in bed Charli and I would hug and kiss and caress each others
smooth skin. The next day was Charli's birthday and Ms. Crane had a
present for him. It was a fancy box with 3 smaller boxes inside. The
first box contained two barbells for his tongue. The second box contained
two larger barbells intended for his nipples. The third box contained one
extra large barbell intended for a Prince Albert piercing for his penis.
The card at the bottom said Happy Birthday and contained a prepaid
certificate for the piercings at Teds Emporium of Exotic Piercing.
The next evening I took Charli to Teds and it took 2 and 1/2 hours to get
all the piercings done. Ted gave Charli some antibiotics to take for a
week. I had little time to gloat over Charli's discomfort since the night
we showed Ms. Crane his piercings Ms. Crane gave me an early birthday
envelope for Teds service. I was to have a Prince Albert also. She said
it would be good for business.
That night in bed I kissed Charli and told him, "See all goes around and
comes around." We laughed and fell asleep in each others arms. Ms. Crane
suggested Charli would look great with large breast implants. She
actually wanted us to consider castration and rib removal. His
marketability would sky rocket. I tested Charli's reaction to Ms. Crane's
suggestion and was surprised to see that he was agreeable provided I
would continue to love him.
Ms. Crane lined up the surgeries and decided he could handle DDD breasts.
The castration included removal of the entire ball sack. Two ribs were
taken from each side and Charli was immediately placed in a severe corset
and laced down to a 19 inch waist. The hormone shots would now be more
effective without interference from testosterone.
Charli was now truly committed to his femininity and I loved him for
that. So much so that I proposed matrimony and he accepted with great
emotion. Our wedding was spectacular. We truly enjoyed each others
company. There were times I would ask Charli to simply walk around our
new condo because I so much enjoyed just looking at him and enjoying his
existence. He was a true work of art. That combined with his sweet
submissiveness would at times take my breath away.
Ms. Crane instructed the beauty salon to use more extensions to create
Charli's hairdo and with added length. This made the beehive really huge.
I had to take the incline back to the cabinet shop to increase the angle
of the incline. Charli adapted like a true trooper. The bigger beehive
made Charli look incredibly tall. At night before going to bed I would
sit in an easy chair and have Charli kneel down in front of me. I would
then take hold of his head with both hands and stick out my tongue. Then
very gently I would begin licking off Charli's eyebrows. This would give
me the biggest charge. Charli also enjoyed it. I would go back and forth
over his two eyes until no trace of eyebrow pencil was left. Then I would
just stare at his face while repeating for the millionth time how much I
loved him.
At night Charli wore a rugged bra that gave extra support. As a matter of
fact this bra had extra straps coming from the front and tied behind his
neck. This kept their tremendous weight from causing future sagging.
Charli's waist was now down to 18 inches and Ms. Margot recommended that
was as narrow as we should go. However she did order Charli a new pair of
ballet heels that had an extended toe. This made Charli even taller.
Ms. Crane took me aside one day and pointed out the high income Charli
was producing compared to mine. She strongly suggested I could make a lot
more if I went full time. So I quit my day job. Ms. Crane made an
appointment for me at her beauty salon. The first thing they did was
shave off my eyebrows. Then they bleached my hair platinum blonde. It was
then combed back and sprayed with lots of hair spray. This was followed
by a large bunch of long extensions. Then they started back combing. I
was being given a beehive just like Charli's but in platinum blonde. Next
came one inch lash extensions. These were even longer than what they had
put on Charli. Next they pierced my cheek below my right eye and across
from my nostril. They inserted a quarter inch black ball. They told me
Ms. Crane said the contrast with my platinum hair would be shocking. Then
two barbells were put into my tongue. Also two three inch hoops for my
ear lobes.
All of a sudden Charli appeared out of nowhere. He was there to do my
makeup. We were both giddy - this was all going so fast. My burgundy
lipstick against the platinum hair was also shocking. My eyes looked like
two black splotches which is what Ms. Crane wanted. Charli was amazed
with my beauty mark and also wanted one. Within ten minutes he now had
one.
I ordered up another incline for my beehive. I was scheduled for surgery
the next day to be castrated, get 4 ribs removed and DDD breast implants.
At the hospital Ms. Margot arrived with my new corset and a pair of
ballet heels which already included the extended toe.
The lacing was very painful but she got me down to 20 inches. No more
zipper in the front. Charli and I would be lacing up each other once a
week. Charli and I were a big hit at the Mansion. Both of us had waiting
lines.
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