Bob's Mistress Makeover

A nice young man goes for a Transvestite makeover. The boy is a tall, slim, white boy named Bob. The two gorgeous women are Morgana, a tall, blond, curvy genetic woman, and Lola, a beautiful, dark-skinned brunette Transvestite. Bob wants to become a gorgeous and dominant Redheaded Mistress. Morgana and Lola have been looking for.

Bob stood in the opulent parlor, his nerves tingling as he took in the lavish surroundings. Morgana, a tall, blond, curvy genetic woman, sat on a plush velvet couch, her legs crossed, her eyes appraising. Lola, a stunning dark-skinned brunette transvestite, stood by the window, her curves accentuated by a tight black dress. Bob had always been a man's man, but today he craved something different—something more. Lola turned to him. Her voice was soft, but commanding. "Take your clothes off, Bob. It's time to let it all go." Bob hesitated for a moment, then began to undress slowly, his heart pounding. He folded his clothes neatly, revealing his tall, slim body. Morgana's eyes roamed over him, a smirk playing on her lips. Lola came over to him, her heels clicking on the polished floor. She ran her hands over his chest, her nails trailing over his nipples. "So smooth," Lola murmured. "We'll make you into something exquisite." Morgana joined them, her hands roaming over his hips, his ass. "We've been looking for someone like you, Bob. Someone eager to submit, to transform." Bob's breath hitched as Morgana's fingers dipped between his legs, cupping his balls gently. Lola's hands moved to his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. "You want to be a gorgeous, dominant redhead, don't you, Bob?" Lola asked, her voice a purr. Bob nodded, his eyes flicking between the two women. "Yes," he managed to say. "I do." Morgana grinned. "Then let's get started, shall we?"

Lola and Morgana guided Bob through the expansive hallway, the plush carpet muting their footsteps. The bedroom was a symphony of scarlet and gold, the bed a grand, inviting stage. Lola pushed Bob gently to sit on the edge, her hands on his shoulders. Morgana began to undress him, starting with his socks, sliding them off slowly, her fingers brushing his skin. Bob's body responded, his cock stirring as Morgana's touch lingered. "Lift your arms," Morgana commanded softly, and Bob complied, allowing her to pull his shirt over his head. She tossed it aside, her eyes taking in his bare chest. Lola knelt before him, her hands running up his thighs, her nails teasing the sensitive skin. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust. "You're going to feel so much pleasure, Bob. And you're going to give it right back." Morgana moved behind him, her hands sliding over his chest, pinching his nipples lightly. Bob gasped, his body arching into her touch. Lola's hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops filling the room. She unzipped his pants, her fingers brushing against his growing erection. Bob's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation. "Lay back, Bob," Lola murmured, pushing him gently onto the bed. Morgana joined her, their hands roaming over his body, teasing, promising.

Lola's hands were warm on his thighs as she slid his pants down, pulling off his briefs with them. Morgana, still behind him, leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Do you have a name in mind, Bob? Something fitting for a new Mistress, something that rolls off the tongue as smoothly as you're going to roll under it.” Bob's chest heaved, his cock now fully hard, lying against his stomach. He licked his lips, his mind racing. "I... I don't know. Something strong. Something that commands respect." Morgana chuckled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "We'll find something perfect. Something that makes you shudder when you hear it." She moved to the side of the bed, her eyes never leaving his body. Lola, still kneeling, took his cock in her hand, stroking it gently. "For now, let's focus on you. On making you feel good, Bob. On making you understand what it means to serve." Bob's hips bucked slightly, his body betraying his desire. Lola smiled, leaning down to take him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Morgana watched, her eyes dark with lust. "You like that, don't you, Bob? You like being at our mercy." Bob could only nod, his breath coming in short gasps as Lola's mouth worked him, her hand stroking in tandem. Morgana reached out, her fingers brushing against his balls, rolling them gently. The sensation was electric, Bob's body tense, his mind a whirl of pleasure and dominating these two women

Bob comes up with Mistress Robyn Dominique and then tells the girls they must be more submissive to her than they have been to him

Bob's eyes fluttered shut, a groan escaping his lips as he struggled to form a coherent thought. "Robyn. Robyn Dominique." He managed to get out, his hips thrusting slightly against Lola's ministrations, a line of precum leaking from his tip. "She's...she's going to be strong. Unyielding. And...and you two will obey her. More than you've ever...ever obeyed me." Morgana raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Is that so, Bob?" She leaned in, her voice a low purr. "And what makes you think we'll be more submissive to her than we have been to you?" Lola looked up from Bob's cock, her eyes glittering with mischief. "Yes, Bob. What makes you think we'll give her more than we've given you?" Bob's breath hitched as Lola ran her tongue down his shaft, her eyes locked onto his. "Because...because she'll demand it. She'll take it. And...and you'll both give it to her. Freely." Morgana's fingers tightened around Bob's balls, a sharp pinch that made him yelp. "And what if we don't, Bob? What if we decide to keep our secrets, our submission, for you?" Bob shook his head, his body writhing under their touch. "You...you won't. Because...because she'll know. She'll see right through you. And she'll make you...she'll make you her willing slaves." Morgana's smirk turned into a grin, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Well, Bob," she purred, "it seems you have a lot to learn about Mistress Robyn Dominique. But for now, let's focus on your submission. Let's make sure you're ready to serve her as well as you serve us." Lola's mouth returned to Bob's cock, her head bobbing as she took him deeper, her hand stroking his shaft in sync with her movements. Morgana's fingers trailed down his stomach, her nails leaving red marks in their wake. Bob's body was on fire, his mind a whirlwind of lust and submission, eager to please and be pleased.

Bob's breath hitched as he watched Morgana and Lola, his eyes wide with a mix of lust and apprehension. Mistress Robyn, now standing at the foot of the bed in a black lace corset and thigh-high boots, commanded the room with her presence. Her voice was a low growl as she ordered, "On the bed. Both of you. Now." Morgana and Lola exchanged a glance, a spark of defiance in their eyes. But they complied, crawling onto the bed and positioning themselves on their hands and knees. Mistress Robyn's eyes narrowed as she circled them like a predator. "Who's in charge here?" she demanded, her voice sharp. Both women hesitated, their bodies tensing. Mistress Robyn didn't wait for a response. She moved swiftly, her palm connecting sharply with Morgana's ass. The crack of flesh against flesh echoed through the room. Morgana yelped, her body jerking forward. Lola's eyes widened, but she remained still, her breath coming in quick gasps. Mistress Robyn's hand came down again, this time on Lola's ass. The slap was hard, leaving a red handprint. Lola bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her. Mistress Robyn's voice was a low rumble. "Who's in charge?" she repeated, her hand poised to strike again. Morgana looked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting Mistress Robyn's. "You are, Mistress," she said, her voice breathy. Lola nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yes, Mistress. You are." Mistress Robyn's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Good girls," she purred, running a hand over their reddened asses. She looked over at Bob, who was watching with wide eyes. "And what about you, Bob? Do you understand who's in charge?" Bob nodded, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "You are, Mistress Robyn. You're in charge."