#dykeification

[carpometacarpal]

Making two straight girl bullies fuck each other... Giving them the compulsion to suck on each other's tits and then just watching how long they can fight it... Watching as their gaze keeps drifting.... Lingering for longer and longer.... Making them forget the suggestion so they're horrified by these gross thoughts suddenly consuming them but they just can't stop.......

[somanybatswow]

broke my nail doing the yard. This is the dyke transformation at work

oh fuck is that a carabin-

[kallidora-rho]

Dykeification Epilogue

After completing Dani’s transformation into a dyke, Grace is ready to move on to a new project... but does Dani have other plans?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10

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For Grace Valley, life in Hollywood was a dream come true. It was a sentiment dozens of models, actresses, and musicians would have agreed with wholeheartedly - but for them, the dream in question probably meant something different.

For Grace, the dream was all about hypnotizing famous women and bending them to her will.

She wasn’t exactly sure when or why it had become such an obsession. Maybe all the old, pulpy, Hollywood movies she’d watched as a kid, many of them featuring classic Hollywood starlets falling prey to hypnotists, had something to do with it. But whatever the origin story of her fetish, as she’d grown up, transitioned, and learned that hypnosis was more than just a media trope, she’d ended up devoting her life to the pursuit of it.

And it had gone better than her wildest fantasies.

Now, Grace was sitting in the house of one of Hollywood’s hottest celebs - thanks largely to her own influence - and she could sit back and enjoy the sight of her latest creation: Dani Cartwright.

All trace of the anxious, conventional, adamantly heterosexual woman Grace had met months before was gone. Dani had become a true lesbian icon, dominant, confident, and taking the world by storm. She was now exactly what millions of people pictured when they thought of the word ‘dyke’. Her transformation had been breathtaking; like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon. It was the first time Grace had tried to turn a woman into a dominant lesbian instead of a submissive one - making her subject so strong and assertive had always seemed like a potential risk - but it had gone better than she could have hoped.

At this point, Dani’s new identity was completely entrenched and her hypnotic conditioning was totally self-sustaining. She didn’t need any more maintenance trances. Grace had carefully and meticulously built up the pillars of the new Dani’s mind, and now they all rested against one another, mutually reinforcing themselves. Her new sense of self had even been able to withstand being directly told what had happened to her.

Fortunately, all of that annoying business with Cameron, her ex, was now in the past. After Dani had sent him packing, that oaf had done the predictable yet stupid thing and gone public with his accusations. Needless to say, it hadn’t gone well. Not even the filthiest tabloids were willing to run his side of the story; he’d been forced to resort to social media, where he’d immediately become the object of ridicule and criticism. His ex, hypnotized into a lesbian? It sounded conceited, ridiculous, and bigoted all at once. Nobody had believed him.

Now, his career was in ruins, while a few sympathetic puff pieces about dealing with a toxic ex had helped push Dani’s to even greater heights.

Grace’s victory with Dani was so total, she was starting to get the itch. She needed a new project. A new celebrity for her to sink her teeth into. A new way to get someone twisted into a kinky, horny, lesbian. From some of their conversations on the topic, Grace knew Dani would be sad to see her go. But this was how it needed to be. Grace was the restless type.

But that was for another day. For now, she wanted to enjoy the rewards of all her efforts just a little longer. In fact, that was what today was all about.

“Grace!” Dani’s voice, sing-song and teasing, came floating down from the celebrity’s bedroom. “We’re ready for you!”

Grace shivered and a big, horny grin came to her face. She rose from the couch and quickly headed to answer the call. Dani was waiting expectantly for her at the top of the stairs, a cocksure, domineering smirk spread across her face.

She wasn’t quite as dressed up as she often was in public, but even on lazy days like this, the celebrity managed to project dyke energy from every pore. With all her piercings and tattoos, she looked devastatingly hot even in her simple outfit of short shorts, tank top, and comfy hoodie. Dani had gone easy on the jewelry, but she was still adorned with her favorite centerpiece: the padlock chain necklace she’d worn on that fateful night with Cameron.

Of course, none of it really mattered. Grace doubted Dani was going to remain dressed for long.

“In here.”

The door to Dani’s bedroom was closed, but she opened it and led Grace inside. The room was unusually dark, warm and dim, and Grace immediately noticed that the two of them weren’t alone.

“Hello, Grace,” came a familiar voice, as warm and sweet as hot cocoa. “It’s been a while.”

Grace had known all about this beforehand, but even so, the sight of the third member of their ménage à trois made her giggle in anticipation.

It was Dulcinea Amare. She was a star model, a close friend of Dani, and another famous lesbian - albeit, less conspicuously so. Moreover, she was another one of Grace’s projects. The one before Dani, in fact; Grace had used her control over Dulcinea to get to Dani in the first place. There was something almost poetic about seeing both of her creations side by side. Grace felt like an artist standing in an exhibition of their work.

Dulcinea was a very different beast from Dani. She was a classic high femme, and accordingly, Grace had used her hypnosis to accentuate the tall woman’s submissive tendencies. Most people didn’t know that, though. On the outside, Dulcinea looked like nothing less than royalty. Even now, her makeup was immaculate, and she was wearing a long, fancy, designer gown that would befit any runway or red carpet in the world.

Clearly, her glamor and confidence had only grown since Grace had left her side. They hadn’t really stayed in touch, but Grace knew that Dulcinea and Dani had become even closer. Their fans loved to whisper that they were an item, and they weren’t wrong. Why wouldn’t the dyke queen and femme princess of Hollywood hook up, if given half a chance?

“It’s good to see you, Dulcinea,” Grace said, and meant it. “You look amazing.”

“Naturally,” Dulcinea purred. “And so do you. It’s been too long since we had a chance to enjoy each other’s company. Though from what Dani tells me, your tastes seem to have… broadened.”

Grace giggled again. There was some truth to that. Whenever she’d fucked Dulcinea, she’d always been the top. Obviously, with Dani, that had never been a possibility. Instead, Grace had come to love submitting and bottoming. She was a hedonist at heart and there were all kinds of pleasures on the other side of the slash, she’d found - plus, there was an extra kind of twisted gratification in the knowledge that Dani was dominating her, but only because Grace had made her that way. Hypnosis had always been the biggest component of her sexuality.

“It totally has,” Grace agreed. “I’m, like, kinda surprised you were interested in helping Dani top me.”

“She was very, very persuasive.” Dulcinea smiled mysteriously. Grace could guess what that meant. “Dani talks all about you, you know. She says you changed her life! How could I refuse when she explained she wanted to do something special for you before you move on?”

Grace just went on giggling. Oh, she had changed Dani’s life all right. Dulcinea’s too - not that the model knew she’d been anything more than an encouraging presence and a fun fuckbuddy.

And now, as a reward for her misdeeds, she was going to get railed by two of Hollywood’s hottest and most desirable celebrities. ‘Something special’ was an understatement.

Dani and Dulcinea had certainly spared no effort setting the scene. A set of four-point restraints had been attached to Dani’s bed, clearly intended to leave their victim spread-eagle and exposed. Rose petals had been scattered over the sheets, and on the bedside table, a dazzling array of sex toys had been set out on display. Just thinking about what the two celebrities were going to use those for made Grace shiver.

The atmosphere was just as enticing. There was some kind of low, gentle music playing over Dani’s sound system, and the air was full of a strange scent that was warm, intimate, and seductive. The bedroom was dark because the blinds were closed and the lights were off; the only illumination came from a dozen or so candles that had been placed around the room, their flickering light making the shadows grow long.

Grace shivered at those too. Candles were new for Dani. Waxplay? That could be fun. She loved that Dani seemed to be developing even more kinks than Grace had given her.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Grace bit her lip. “Sooooo… how do we wanna get started?”

Dani and Dulcinea exchanged a look.

“Like this,” Dani announced, and, before Grace could react, she reached out and roughly shoved Grace backward onto the bed.

Too surprised to catch herself, Grace landed flat on her back on the soft, welcome mattress. Immediately, both Dani and Dulcinea pounced on top of her.

“O-oh fuck!” Grace moaned, as both of them put their lips to her neck and started to kiss and suck.

Their sheer aggression completely overwhelmed her composure, and the trans woman soon found herself moaning and writhing helplessly as the two celebrities planted hickey after hickey on Grace’s soft, sensitive skin. The dizzying mix of pleasure and pain had her seeing stars, especially as the strange, heady scent that filled the room started to invade her senses.

“My, my,” Dulcinea purred. “It’s nice to see I can actually take you by surprise.”

Dani laughed, and Grace giggled. For her, the room was still spinning, and the way Dani and Dulcinea were kissing her was making it spin even faster. She couldn’t even catch her breath. Their kisses felt like they were coming from everywhere at once. She was used to Dani’s style of topping, but this was something special. And with two of them, it was even more overwhelming.

Not that it was unwelcome. Grace’s body was responding greedily to the attention. Her back arched as she tried to grind herself against the two celebrities, and not only was there a rigid tent in the skirt of her dress, a distinct stain was beginning to form there as Grace leaked precum all over her clothes.

She’d never been so turned on in her life. Experiencing both Dani and Dulcinea at once felt like the perfect climax to all of Grace’s achievements, and seeing Dulcinea behave in such a dominant way was a delightfully hot twist. And Grace was keenly aware that they were only just getting started.

“Someone’s happy to see us, huh?” Dani teased. “I wanna see just how happy.”

As one, Dulcinea and Dani both started to remove Grace’s clothes. Dani reached around her to unzip her dress and pull it away from her body, while Dulcinea peeled her tights away from her thighs. Grace’s lingerie soon followed, and in no time, she was totally naked.

Dulcinea licked her lips as she stared at Grace’s cock, while the hungry look on Dani’s face intensified as she looked Grace’s naked, curvy body up and down. Both reactions made Grace throb with need. She couldn’t resist any longer. She reached down and started to touch herself.

Dani’s reaction was immediate. “Nuh-uh,” she mocked, as she slapped Grace’s hand away from her own body. “This is a feast, babygirl. You can’t go straight to the main course until you’ve enjoyed the appetizer. Dulcie?”

Again, Dulcinea knew exactly what to do. She and Dani were in perfect sync as they tugged Grace’s arms out to her sides and fastened her wrists with restraints. They then did the same thing with her ankles, and then tightened the restraints so that Grace was completely tied to Dani’s bed, pulling her into a spread-eagle position in the process.

Grace didn’t even pretend to resist. Why would she? She was gleefully eager to experience whatever the two celebrities had in store for her.

“That’s better,” Dulcinea remarked. “No more getting ahead of herself. Now we can take things nice and slow.”

“Slow,” Dani agreed, grinning. “But it doesn’t have to be nice. I can think of a lot of ways to be very, very mean to a girl who can look but not touch. How about we give her something good to look at?”

“I like the sound of that.”

Dulcinea bit her lip, and both she and Dani clambered onto the bed until they were kneeling opposite each other on each side of Grace’s legs. With her head propped up on a pillow, Grace could easily look down and see them - and her eyes bulged when they leaned into one another and started to make out.

Fuck. It was unbelievably hot seeing two straight women Grace had turned into lesbians enthusiastically and lustfully devouring one another.

Even in their kissing, it was obvious who held the power between them. Dani was so much more commanding and aggressive. She was pushing her tongue into Dulcinea’s mouth, tasting and invading her as she pleased, and she wrapped an arm around the model’s waist to pull her closer. Dulcinea submitted eagerly to it all, and the rosy glow in her dark cheeks made it clear just how much she enjoyed the new Dani.

Grace was transfixed by the spectacle. She was dripping wet, and a little drool was escaping her lips and sliding down the side of her face. She was so turned on she couldn’t think.

“Wow, look at her,” Dulcinea teased, when the two of them paused for breath. “She can’t take her eyes off us.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Dani laughed mockingly. “Her poor little lesbian brain just can’t handle it!”

It was true. Grace felt like she was overheating from sheer arousal.

“Good thing we’ve got her tied down,” Dulcinea replied. She and Dani were talking to each other, but Grace knew their words were meant for her ears. “She doesn’t really need her brain right now anyway.”

“That’s true,” Dani said. “She doesn’t need to think at all. Not that she can at the moment, I’m guessing.”

Grace whimpered. The gentle lick of humiliation those words gave her was so very sweet.

“Just keep looking, sweetie.” Finally, Dulcinea turned to address Grace directly. “Don’t worry. Soon, we’ll give you all the attention you could ever want. For now, just watch, and listen to how hard your heart is beating.”

Once Dulcinea drew her attention to it, Grace couldn’t stop listening to it. Her heart was pounding like a drum, driving blood away from her brain and toward all the deeper, baser parts of her body.

Dani and Dulcinea returned to making out with each other. Their kissing grew ever more passionate, and it wasn’t long before they were moaning into each other’s lips and reaching out to grope one another’s bodies. Grace just watched it all, totally stupefied. Besides the sounds of their kissing, all she could hear was her own heartbeat, and the strange scent that hung about the room was making her head lighter and lighter.

Grace could have watched the two gorgeous celebrities make out forever, except for one thing: she just kept getting more and more aroused. The need for touch, for gratification, started to gnaw at her, and she started unconsciously straining against Dani’s restraints as she yearned to reach down and touch herself. Before long, a loud, plaintive moan escaped her lips.

“You hear that?” Dani asked, pulling away from Dulcinea. A wild grin was spread across her face. This was what she lived for now. “I think somebody’s getting impatient.”

“Yeah.” Dulcinea was breathing hard, and pleasure was making her voice low and thick. “We’d better be careful, babe. We wouldn’t want her to wake up the neighbors. The paparazzi already print enough naughty rumors about you.”

That made Dani laugh. Half the rumors were true, and she was very proud of them. “Fortunately, I have just the thing.”

Grace shivered and moaned even louder when Dani reached over to her bedside table and picked up a large, black ball gag.

“Open wide!” Dulcinea sang out.

A gag was sure to mean more torment, rather than the sweet release Grace was craving - but she was far too deep in the throes of blissful submission to even consider protesting. Grace opened her mouth and Dani pushed the gag past her lips before feeding the strap behind her head and fixing it firmly in place. Grace was now silenced.

The gag couldn’t stop her from moaning. But with a gag in her mouth, her moans were dulled and sounded even needier and more pathetic, and sent drool frothing through the small breathing holes. Both Dani and Dulcinea laughed at Grace as she writhed.

“Perfect,” said Dani. “Though I gotta admit, now I’m really, really curious to see what kind of sound she’ll try to make if I do… this.”

Before Grace could prepare herself, Dani reached down and scraped her short nails across the sensitive skin of Grace’s inner thigh.

Immediately, Grace went completely rigid. Her back formed a high arch as an electric shock of sensation raced through her, and a strangled, drooling moan forced its way out of her mouth. It took several seconds for her to slump back onto the bed, and both celebrities laughed gleefully the entire time.

“See?” Dani remarked. “It’s so much more intense when you get someone tied up just right.”

“Oh, I’m well aware,” Dulcinea replied. “But it is very amusing seeing it from this angle.”

Dani nodded. “Can’t move, can’t speak,” she said. “Nothing to do except feel every… little… thing.”

She punctuated those last three words with gentle little caresses on Grace’s skin - across her chest, her stomach, her thigh. Each one made the PA moan yet again. She was unbelievably sensitive.

“I love it when I get a girl this helpless,” Dani continued. Her eyes were shining with dominant pleasure. “I love it when I get to toy with them for hours and hours. There’s nothing like the experience of getting to know someone’s body so intimately, you know exactly where to touch them to bring them to the brink in an instant. Of course, I already have plenty of experience like that with Grace.”

Grace whimpered. It was true. She knew exactly what Dani was capable of doing to her in just a few minutes.

Hours and hours…

“Perhaps you could give me a demonstration,” Dulcinea purred. “I have so much to learn, after all.”

“This is one of my favorites.” Dani put her hand to Grace’s side and started moving it across her skin in slow, gentle strokes, light enough that it raised little hairs on Grace’s body but heavy enough that she could just barely feel Dani’s nails. “Touching someone just… like… this. It seems simple, but the important thing is the rhythm.”

Again, Grace moaned and drooled through the gag. Such a light touch was torture when she was craving so much more. Her head was unbelievably heavy, and it felt like only orgasm would make it clearer.

“You just touch, over and over,” Dani explained, as she kept stroking Grace’s side. “See, when there’s a rhythm, there’s anticipation. It gets them nice and focused. Always thinking about when the touch is next going to land.”

It was true. Grace found her awareness narrowing dramatically. All she was thinking about was Dani’s fingers, the beating of her own heart, and the scent that kept filling her nose. Everything else was too much to keep in her head at once.

“And then you can play with it,” Dani continued. “A little slower. A little faster. A little pain here, a little pleasure there. It’s like music. Breaking the rhythm makes it all the more dramatic.”

She demonstrated, and Grace whimpered at how devastatingly effective it was, even when she was ready for it. When Dani slowed her pace, the time before her fingers made contact with Grace’s skin seemed to stretch out into a torturous eternity, and when she quickened it, even that gentle little touch became overwhelming. Grace felt like nothing more than a puppet. Than a violin’s string, being plucked.

It was so, so hot.

“See?” Dani licked her lips. She was obviously enjoying the way Grace was reacting. Dulcinea was too; her eyes were huge and rapt. “But, baby, we’re just getting started. You know what makes it even better?”

She didn’t wait for Dulcinea to ask. Dani reached over to the table for another toy and held it up so that Grace could see it clearly.

A blindfold.

Grace shivered. She couldn’t imagine how she was going to handle everything Dani had planned with one of her senses taken away from her.

But one way or another, she was going to find out. Dani slipped the blindfold around Grace’s head and tied it tight. Everything went black.

Instantly, everything was ten times as intense. The strange, soporific scent that filled the room was louder, and the need that filled Grace’s body was even more urgent. She couldn’t see where Dani or Dulcinea were, so every time she heard shuffling or felt the bed move underneath her, she flinched and shivered in anticipation of what they might do.

Without anyone touching her, Grace was on the edge of an incredible orgasm.

“Wow,” Dulcinea purred. “Now she really is helpless.”

“Can’t see,” Dani agreed. “Can’t speak. Can’t move. We’ve got her exactly where we want her.”

“Absolutely.” Grace could hear lust - and something more - in Dulcinea’s voice. “We can do anything we want with her.”

“Go ahead,” Grace heard Dani say. “Give it a try.”

Dulcinea’s touch set Grace on fire with lust. She would have been writhing like mad, if all her strength hadn’t completely deserted her. Instead, all she could do was twitch and whimper as Dulcinea started to explore her body, following Dani’s advice and using steady, rhythmic touches that made Grace’s mind go blank. Her fingers felt distinctly different from Dani’s; warmer and more slender, with long, sharp nails that made Grace shiver.

“You’re right,” Dulcinea said breathily. “This is amazing.”

Soon, Dani joined her in touching Grace. That made the constant cycle of pleasure, need and anticipation even harder to bear. She started to lose track of which hand was which and who was who, as it all blended together into a delirious mass of sensation.

It wasn’t long before a third hand joined the chorus, then a fourth, each more overwhelming than the last. Grace’s moaning had become nothing more than a set of long, indistinct, animalistic sounds, made wet and gurgling from the drool that was dripping from her ball gag. Despite the blindfold, she was seeing white, not black. In fact, to Grace, it was like her mind and body were starting to come apart. Her body was a live wire, twitching and sparking with unbearable arousal, while her mind was just sinking, sinking, sinking, drowned by the bedroom’s heady scent and the inescapable rhythm of her own heart.

“Oh my god,” Dulcinea giggled. “Look at her!”

“Yeah,” Dani agreed, laughing. Grace could only imagine how pathetic she must have looked. “I’m glad we can give her something special. A fitting reward.”

“Absolutely,” Dulcinea purred. “It’s really the least she deserves, for turning us into dykes.”

It took several seconds for the significance of that sentence to penetrate Grace’s addled mind. But once it did, she immediately went very, very still.

How did Dulcinea Amare know about that?

Dulcinea wasn’t supposed to know that.

Dani must have told her.

Which meant…

“Oops!” Dulcinea giggled when she noticed Grace’s reaction. “Did I spill our secret?”

“Not prematurely,” Dani replied, laughing. “After all, what’s she gonna do about it now?”

Grace was still frozen in place, deeply conscious of her own helplessness. She didn’t bother to try straining against the restraints. She knew that escape was impossible.

“I might as well fill in the rest,” Dani added. “See, Grace, I know you’ve been planning to leave. But that didn’t sit right with me. I’ve been thinking: what could I do, with your hypnotic skills at my full disposal? There are so many women in Hollywood who deserve to be awakened to all the same joys you awakened me to. Plus, after making me so… voracious, I think it’s only fair you help satisfy my appetites.”

Grace could already see what was coming. The scent. The rhythms.

“Once I told Dulcinea everything, she was happy to help,” Dani continued. “And we came up with a plan to give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“We just needed to get you in the right spot,” Dulcinea put in. “Gagged, so you can’t use any trigger words. Hands tied, so you can’t pull any tricks there. Fortunately for us, you were so very obliging.”

Desperately, Grace tried to think. She needed to formulate a way out. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t think. Why couldn’t she think?

“It’s the candles, if you’re wondering,” Dani said, as if answering Grace’s thoughts. “We’re new to hypnosis, so we figured a little chemical assistance might be in order. On its own, it’s just a relaxant. But along with everything else, it’s helped make you nice and susceptible.”

“Even with that,” Dulcinea added, “we were worried we might mess it up. But then we realized that we already had exactly what we needed: a whole audio library of hypnotic recordings, made by someone who’s very, very good at what she does.”

“Here,” came Dani’s voice. “What do you think?”

Grace heard shuffling and then felt something close over her ears. Noise-canceling headphones. Soon after, she started to hear a voice accompanied by deep, hypnotic, binaural tones.

Her voice.

Within moments, it was beginning to work, Grace felt her own, carefully-worded hypnotic language start to tug at her, dragging her deeper into the nascent, drug-enhanced trance Dani and Dulcinea had already guided her into.

“I think we’ll leave you like this for, oh, say, a few hours?” Dani laughed. Her voice was muted through the headphones, but still audible. “I’m sure that’ll soften you up. After that, I’m excited to take care of the rest myself.”

Grace felt her blindfold being tugged aside. Once her eyes adjusted to the bedroom’s dim light, she was captivated by what she saw.

Dani was kneeling above her, one leg planted on either side of her body. A wild grin was on her face, and her body was raised up as if to display herself in all her reborn, dykey radiance.

And dangling from one of her hands was a pocket watch. Grace shivered as she imagined what that was going to do to her.

“Don’t worry,” Dulcinea said. She was kneeling submissively at Dani’s side, but her grin was every bit as wide. “We’ll be nice. I promise you’ll enjoy being Dani’s new permanent assistant.”

As Dani replaced the blindfold, Grace wondered what kind of future they had in store for her. From the sounds of it, they were going to make sure she was submissive and obedient inside as well as out, and keep her totally devoted to Dani. Then, Dani would use Grace as her own pet hypnotist, turning every Hollywood starlet who caught her eye into just as much of a bottom dyke as Dulcinea.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

In her own twisted way, Grace found that an easy fate to make peace with. It wasn’t so different from some of her secret and most shameful fantasies. And she believed Dulcinea. Neither one of them had any interest in being cruel or neglectful.

Somehow, Grace had a feeling she was always going to be Dani’s favorite plaything.

“Bye for now, babygirl.” Grace felt the bed shift as Dani stood up. “I can’t wait to introduce you to Bella Kennedy. She’s already halfway there, but I think she needs an extra little push to break up with her boyfriend. I’m sure you’ll know how to give it to her.”

Grace heard footsteps. A few moments later, Dani and Dulcinea were gone and she was left alone in the dark, helpless, as she was slowly brainwashed by her own hypnotic creations. The solitude just drove home how deeply entranced she’d already become. The drugged candles were all around her, pleasure and teasing had sapped all her willpower, and without her sight there was nothing she could use to distract herself from the onslaught of binaural beats and whispered mantras.

This was it. She was being brainwashed.

The irony of it brought a small, sleepy smile to Grace’s face as she relaxed and allowed herself to submit to blissful oblivion.

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[carpometacarpal]

Thinking about hypnotizing the catty straight girl who thinks that I'm a weird ugly dyke and making her desperate for me. I want her so overpoweringly horny that she can't even get her patronizing insults out because she's going slack jawed at the sight of me. Fucking her with my strap would be nice but I don't want her to be able to pretend that I'm a man. I want her eating me out on her knees and worshipping my tits. I want to make her write "lesbian" on her forehead and post it on her perfectly curated instagram before she's allowed to touch me. I wouldn't make her forget that she's straight, though, I want to see the conflict and disgust in her eyes while she can't help but become my pretty dyke bitch.

[kallidora-rho]

Dykeification Ch. 8

Dani begins to truly embrace the dyke aesthetic, and discovers how much fun being a dominant lesbian can really be

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

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“So, tomorrow morning, we’ve got like, this first shoot with Vespian Magazine,” Grace was saying. “And we’ve got a deal worked out for you to wear clothes by some Greek designer. Then they want an interview, too - nothing major, just, like, a few quotes - and I got them to send over a question list, so we can rehearse later. Then for… uh… yeah, Tuesday, I’ve set up an interview with this website. It’s pretty small, but it’s like really, really trendy, so if you talk to them, it’s gonna be big with all the right people. And then-”

Grace paused.

“Dani?” she said, reaching out to wave a hand in front of her employer’s face. “You still with me, babe?”

Dani blinked. “Uh… yeah! Yeah, of course.” She sighed apologetically. “OK. No. Not really.”

Grace nodded sympathetically. “That’s totally cool. We can go over it later.”

“Thanks.”

They were in Dani’s bedroom; Dani was perched on the bed, while Grace stood in front of her and read out her itinerary. It was getting busier by the day, and that was nothing but good news. Her flagging career was back on track. Her decisions to come out and change her whole look were paying off harder than she possibly could have imagined, although largely that was due to Grace’s hard work. Her personal assistant seemed to have thousands of friends and contacts, situated all across Hollywood, high and low, and she was sparing no effort hitting up all of them as she attempted to get Dani more gigs and more attention. Every day, Dani was freshly amazed to have someone so industrious working for her. It was shocking that Grace hadn’t been snapped up by a major celebrity years ago.

In spite of all of that, though, Dani wasn’t happy.

She was happier, sure. In some ways, happier than she could have imagined. She was in love with her new self. To her, it still felt like she’d been missing something, some essential part of herself, for her entire life - until now. Now, confidence flowed out from her like a fountain, and it was helping her to discover such wonderful, indescribable pleasures. She should have been completely, perfectly content.

Instead, she couldn’t stop thinking about Cameron.

His vague threat about her regretting her new lifestyle had yet to manifest, but that wasn’t the only thing on Dani’s mind. In a word, she was lonely. She didn’t miss Cameron - she really didn’t miss Cameron - but it was hard not to dwell on the fact that, a week ago, she’d had a fiancé. She’d been looking forward to a wedding, a husband, and beyond that, perhaps even a family. Now, she was all alone. She had no one.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She had Grace, and they were all over each other. Dani couldn’t bring herself to regret that their relationship had turned sexual. It was unprofessional, unflattering, and a huge risk. Dani didn’t like the idea of being the kind of celebrity who slept with her employees, and if Grace called her out for abusing their power dynamic, it would all be over. But, fuck, the sex was just so good. And fortunately for her, Grace never seemed anything but eager. She made a wonderful… whatever she was. She and Dani hadn’t really discussed an official name for their new relationship dynamic.

It wasn’t romantic, anyway. And it probably wasn’t going to last forever, so it didn’t go very far to addressing Dani’s angst. What was she supposed to do now? Get a girlfriend? She wouldn’t know where to begin.

“Oh, babe,” Grace cooed, frowning. “We gotta get your mind off that loser.”

Dani blushed. “How did you-”

She broke off mid-sentence when she realized what she’d been doing: staring at her hand, idly rubbing her thumb over her engagement ring. It was fairly plain and easy to hide amongst the rest of her jewelry, and Dani had taken that as an excuse not to get rid of it. She just couldn’t bring herself to, even though she knew it did nothing but take her thoughts to unpleasant places.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “We do. But that’s easier said than done, right? You can’t rush getting over a breakup.”

“Maybe not,” Grace replied, “but, like, that doesn’t mean nothing can help. And babe, I got just the thing.”

Dani smiled ruefully. “Another sex toy? I’m not sure that’ll cut it, as good as my strap is.”

Grace giggled. “Better. Way better. Have I ever let you down?”

“No,” Dani admitted. She couldn’t stop smiling, not with Grace in the room. “OK, what’s the idea?”

“So like,” Grace began, grinning, “did I ever tell you I used to work in a piercing shop?”

Dani blinked. “No, I don’t think so. But my ears are already pierced.”

“I know that, duh.” Grace rolled her eyes. “I was thinking of something a little more… adventurous.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Dani told her, shaking her head hesitantly.

“No, no, it totally is!” Grace said excitedly. “Just, like, think of it as a new part of your ongoing makeover! It’s just what you need: to make a change, to do something a little wild.”

Dani couldn’t deny the allure of that, but she was still shaking her head. “Maybe… but you don’t get it. The problem is, I’m bad with needles. Like… really bad. Like, ‘I passed out getting my ears pierced’ bad. And don’t even talk to me about vaccines. I guess a piercing could go with my new look, but I just can’t even think about it.”

“Oh. That’s a shame.” Grace didn’t sound very disappointed. “Because, like, I really think you should get your nose pierced.”

Dani rolled her eyes. More of Grace’s pushiness. She was getting used to it by now - or at least, she thought she was. As an employer, she always had the final say, but whenever Grace really tried to sell her on something, she always ended up feeling fuzzy and weak in the knees.

“I already said ‘no’, Grace,” Dani said wearily.

“And I totally heard you, babe,” Grace replied, putting up her hands in a show of pacification. “Just, like, listen to something for me? I bet it’ll change your mind.”

“Listen?” Dani didn’t understand, and laughed when Grace whipped out her phone and a pair of earbuds. “You mean, to some music or something? I’m not sure getting me in the mood is going to help your case.”

“Just try it? For me?”

Grace pouted, and Dani couldn’t resist that.

“Fine,” she sighed, taking the earbuds out of Grace’s hands. “But this song better be good.”

Dani fit the earbuds into her ears, watched Grace hit ‘play’ on her phone, and then felt her mind shut off.

She already knew how relaxing Grace’s voice could be, when she wanted it to be. When it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, the effect was simply irresistible. Barely-audible whispers pulsed into her ears, forming echoes of themselves, again and again, until she was surrounded by the sound. Dani’s lips parted, ready to say ‘this isn’t music’. But she remained silent, because she found herself unsure. Maybe this was music. There was an undeniable lyrical quality to Grace’s voice, and a rhythm, too, that caught all of Dani’s focus and would have had her swaying and tapping her feet if it hadn’t drained all the strength out of her body.

Within moments, the faint confusion and panic Dani had felt when she’d first heard Grace’s hypnosis track was already fading. Resistance was the last thing on her mind. There was no deep, inner voice, pleading with her to stay strong and fight the hypnosis. She was long past that. After weeks of being firmly under Grace’s spell, her mind accepted the trance as easily and effortlessly as Dani might have sunk into a soft, warm bed after a hard day’s work.

After just a few seconds of listening to Grace’s voice, Dani was gone. Every second after that merely took her deeper.

Grace was happy to watch her sink, for a little while. She enjoyed her craft very, very much, and just as much as the sex, she took pleasure in the hypnosis. A satisfied smirk grew on her face little by little as she drank in the sight of Dani’s little micro-expressions; the droop of her eyelids, the slackness of her jaw, the way the corners of her mouth drifted down. Grace was like a connoisseur, enjoying a work of fine art. Dani, though, was oblivious. She saw everything but comprehended nothing. Her mind was perfectly empty, and nothing but Grace’s words could fill it.

Once she was sure Dani was deep enough, Grace removed the earbuds. Dani didn’t need them to stay in a trance. She could still hear Grace’s mantras and affirmations. And she was ready for more.

“OK,” Grace mused. “Let’s see… this is gonna be fun.”

Dani’s eyes were too relaxed to track her movements as the assistant reached into her purse and pulled out a needle. It was hollow, beveled at one end, and razor-sharp, and it was in a clear, plastic, disposable packet that guaranteed it was clean and sterilized. Graced ripped open the packet and held the needle up before Dani’s eyes, letting the light glinting off its surface catch the hypnotized celebrity’s attention.

“Dani,” Grace began. “How does this thing, like, make you feel?”

It took Dani a moment to reply. The answer was obvious, but it still took her mind a long time to form the word. “Afraid,” she said, her voice weak and distant.

“No, no,” Grace admonished. “How does it make you feel, babe? Go deeper. When you look at the needle, what happens to your body?”

Dani paused for a long time before answering, slowly noting all of the different ways her body was reacting to the needle. “Spine-tingling,” she said slowly. “Sweating. Shivering. Stomach turning. Heart racing.”

Grace giggled. “Oh my god, silly! Don’t you see? You’re all confused. Totally confused. Guess you need me to straighten you out again.”

Dani nodded. She had no trouble accepting that.

“Dani,” Grace asked, “what else gets your heart racing?”

“Um…” Dani racked her hypnotized brain. “Concerts. Dancing. Sex.”

“Right.” Grace exclaimed. “And are you afraid of those things, huh?”

“No.” That was easy.

“How do you feel about sex, Dani?” Grace asked, licking her lips.

That was easy too. “Excited.”

“Right!” Grace clapped her hands in delight. “So, babe, maybe you’re excited about needles too.”

“U-uh…” That didn’t sound right to Dani, but she wasn’t sure. Not anymore.

“You are,” Grace pushed. “You’re excited about needles.”

Dani’s mind folded instantly. As always, Grace sounded so much firmer, so much surer, than her own internal commentary. She was so accustomed to listening to Grace. Even her deepest fears were putty in the assistant’s skillful hands.

She nodded.

“You’re excited about needles,” Grace repeated. “Say it.”

“I’m excited about needles.” Echoing Grace was effortless. Her assistant’s gentle, soothing voice passed into her mind and out of her lips, indistinguishable from her own thoughts.

“Needles make you excited.”

“Needles make me excited.”

“Needles make you excited the way sex makes you excited.” Grace’s eyes were shining.

“Needles… make me excited the way sex makes me excited.” Dani’s eyes were now locked onto the point of the needle, and her voice took on a slight, breathy tone.

“Needles make you eager,” Grace purred. “Needles make you hot.”

“Needles make me eager,” Dani repeated. She could feel her mind coiling and reshaping under the weight of the words, forming new connections. New desires. “Needles make me hot.”

“You’re so right, Dani,” Grace giggled. “I’m glad you’ve got that totally figured out!”

Dani was glad too. It felt good to figure things out. It felt good to listen to Grace.

“But, like, why are you so into needles?” Grace continued. “You ever wonder about that?”

Dani blinked. She didn’t. But she was now.

“I bet you noticed it when you got your ears pierced, huh?” Grace suggested. “Passed out, you said. You must have been soooo excited, oh-em-gee.”

“I…”

Dani had been about to deny it, but she hesitated. Had she been excited? It was hard to remember, especially when she was hypnotized. It had happened years ago. The memory was all distorted, and there was a shadow hanging over it. She’d thought the shadow was fear. What if it was something else? What if it was shame? Maybe she’d been ashamed of how it had made her feel.

After all, Needles made her eager. Needles made her hot.

“You were excited, right?” Grace prompted.

“M-maybe,” Dani replied, her brow twitching.

“You were excited.” Grace could easily sense her complete lack of certainty, of willpower.

“I was excited,” Dani finally agreed. She slumped slightly and went still, admitting defeat.

“And, like, why were you excited?” This time, Grace supplied the answer right away, leaning in like she was sharing a secret. “Because you knew the needle was going to change you.”

Dani’s eyes widened as she absorbed that. It had the ring of truth to it. If there was one thing she remembered clearly, it was the simmering anticipation she’d felt before getting her ears pierced. The feeling of standing upon the threshold of a transformation. It had seemed like afterward, she would be so much more mature, somehow. So much more glamorous.

“Change,” Grace mused. “Change is so powerful. You’ve changed so much lately, Dani. Doesn’t it feel good?”

Dani nodded. It felt amazing.

“It’s more than that,” Grace pressed. “It’s addictive. You want more. Say it.”

“I want more,” Dani whispered. She did. She wanted to keep changing herself.

“More of whatever you can get,” Grace insisted. “Piercings. Tattoos. Clothes. Makeup. Anything. It all gets you hot. You want it all.”

“I want it all,” Dani echoed. “I want it all. I want it all. I want it all.”

“Good,” Grace giggled. She moved the needle back and forth, swinging it like a pendulum in front of Dani’s face. “So, let’s, like, put it all together, babe. How does the needle make you feel? Nice and detailed now.”

“Needles excite me,” Dani replied slowly, her brain struggling to join the dots through the fog of hypnosis. “It makes me think about… about being pierced. About getting piercings. That’s hot. Changing is hot. Body mods are hot. I want to change. I want body mods.”

She could feel the words sinking deep into her soul.

“Perfect,” Grace purred. “Now, let’s have some fun.”

She snapped her fingers in front of Dani’s face.

Dani awoke with a start, and rubbed her head blearily. Had she zoned out again? She really, really needed to stop doing that with Grace around. It was getting embarrassing.

“Uh… sorry,” Dani murmured blearily. “W-what were we talking about?”

“This.” Grace gestured to her piercing needle. “Remember?”

The sight was a shot of adrenaline to Dani’s system. At once, she was fully awake. The needle was every bit as exciting to her as her strap-on. “Oh fuck,” she breathed.

Grace grinned wildly. “I had an idea for a totally amazing nostril piercing for you. What do you think?”

“Yes,” Dani replied at once. Her answer was instinctive. She could feel her heart pounding, and she knew why: she was excited. The energy of that excitement surged through her. “God yes. Body mods are so fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” Grace seemed amused. “I’m, like, surprised you don’t have a few more.”

For a moment Dani was surprised by that too, but it was easy to square away. “I guess it’s just like how I hadn’t fucked any girls until a few weeks ago.”

At that, Grace was utterly delighted. “You’re soooo right,” she fawned. “So, what are we waiting for?”

Dani nodded. “Do it.”

Grace’s piercing shop experience was immediately evident. She was swift and efficient as she made the preparations, marking the piercing spot on the side of Dani’s nose with a pen, and then disinfecting the area around it with an anti-bacterial cloth. Once that was done, she produced a small, metal instrument - a piercing clamp, that she clamped tight around the piercing site to hold it steady for the needle.

Dani remained completely still as Grace worked. She had been excited at first, but now she was oddly calm; in the eye of the storm of the thrill. Moreover, there was something incredibly relaxing about how Grace was moving about her, getting ready to pierce her body. It made the moment feel as though it revolved around her in a way that stroked all the most sinful parts of her ego. It was the same feeling she got whenever Grace was giving her a massage.

It felt like being worshiped.

“Ready?” Grace asked, touching the tip of the needle to Dani’s skin. With that contact, the excitement returned. Dani knew why Grace was asking. It was going to hurt.

Dani was excited about that, too.

“Ready,” she said.

She didn’t flinch when the needle pierced her. Dani’s excitement peaked at its kiss, and the pain was shockingly orgasmic. As soon as it was done, Grace was right there with a sterile cloth to stem the bleeding, but even so, Dani caught sight of the crimson-stained needle, and it made her breath catch in her throat.

Yes.

This was worship. Being changed. Becoming better. Hotter. Every single change she’d made in her life recently had felt good, and she was only just getting started. She was going to mold herself into the goddess she’d always deserved to be, and the world was going to help her.

It turned Dani on so much.

“You said you had an idea for the piercing, right?” Dani asked, voice breathy. “What is it? I need to put something in before it starts to close up.”

Grace nodded. When she reached out to take Dani’s hand, the celebrity shivered, realizing what Grace was going to do. Grace caressed along each of Dani’s fingers, before starting to deliberately, purposefully, stroke her engagement ring. She looked at Dani for approval. Dani gave the slightest nod, paralyzed by the sheer audacity of what was happening. Grace slipped Dani’s engagement ring off her finger, then reached into her purse for a small but sturdy pair of cutters. She snipped the ring open, and then used a small file to make sure the ends were smooth and harmless.

Then, she pushed one of the ends into the hole she had just pierced in Dani’s nose. Her engagement ring was her new piercing.

It was hotter than anything Dani could have imagined.

“Here.” Grace held up a small mirror, so she could admire herself. “What do you think?”

The sight of herself transfixed Dani. It was amazing how much a difference one small piercing could make to her face. Suddenly she looked darker, more adventurous. She looked like an alt girl from an edgy music video, rather than a wholesome model for mainstream brands. And, honestly, she just looked hot. Having more piercings and body mods suited her, Dani was convinced.

But the fact that it was her engagement ring made it all the more special. For days now, the ring, and everything it represented, had haunted Dani’s thoughts. Suddenly, the ring meant something completely different. It wasn’t a symbol of what she’d lost. It was a symbol of how she was changing. It was a symbol of what she was becoming. And it was the perfect thing to remind Dani that she was never going to let some boring, petty man tie her down ever again.

“It’s perfect,” Dani gasped.

Grace had been right. As always, Grace had been so right. This was what she’d needed.

“Yes, it is,” Grace purred. “I’ll, like, take the ring to get altered later. Gotta make sure it’s just right for its new home. But for now, I wanted to give you a taste of what it would be like.”

Dani nodded. She was in awe.

“So…” Grace probed. “How do you feel now?”

Dani paused and looked in at herself. How did she feel? When she noticed the rising, energizing warmth in her body, she knew the answer.

“Horny,” she growled, and pulled Grace down next to her onto her bed.

Grace didn’t resist at all, and let out a happy squeal as Dani manhandled her. Dani had learned that her assistant adored it when Dani made her feel small, pliable, and weak. Dani adored it too. She loved feeling like Grace was little more than her own personal plaything.

“You can help me with that too,” Dani said, smirking, “right?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She just pressed her lips to Grace’s in a fierce, possessive kiss. The way Grace yielded to her utterly was divine, and had Dani moaning slightly into her assistant’s mouth. Dominance was like a drug, and she still couldn’t believe just how amazingly soft another girl’s lips could be.

A kiss wasn’t nearly enough to sate her, though. After a moment, she pulled back and pushed Grace gently away from her. Grace took the hint immediately, and slid down to the floor, resting on her knees. Dani stretched over to her bedside table, where her strap-on and harness were resting, and handed them to Grace.

“You know what to do,” she said.

Grace nodded, and obeyed without a word. She started fixing the harness to Dani’s body at a careful, deliberate pace, kissing each buckle and strap before pulling them tight. It was more than just preparation, or even foreplay. It was ritual. Dani didn’t rush her, despite her impatience. She wanted to bask in the moment; in the anticipation, and in watching Grace display such complete submission. Once the harness was firmly in place, she attached the strap. Having her cock between her legs only added to Dani’s pleasure.

“Good girl,” she told Grace. “Now strip.”

This was the next part of the ritual. Grace rose to her feet and started removing her clothes. She didn’t bother to make it a lap-dance or a strip-tease. She didn’t need to. Grace’s total obedience and willingness to please were more than erotic enough. Not that Dani didn’t appreciate her body; Grace was endlessly soft and curvy, and it was unbelievably hot seeing each one of her curves revealed, one by one, all for Dani to enjoy. Dani didn’t bother to undress. She didn’t need to. Her strap worked just as well over her clothes, and it made the contrast between them even hotter - Dani clothed and powerful, Grace naked and vulnerable.

“Now,” Dani continued, licking her lips, “suck.”

This time, Grace couldn’t contain her excitement. There was a hint of eagerness and impatience to her movements as she sunk back to her knees and wrapped her lips around Dani’s silicone cock.

Dani couldn’t suppress a moan as Grace started working her shaft, moving her tongue and lips with dazzlingly lascivious skill. She spared no effort, even though what she was worshiping was nothing more than a toy. It felt like more than that to Dani, too. Each lick and kiss sent a shiver racing up her spine. When she was topping, her strap-on felt like an extension of her own body, and just as sensitive as any other of her.

After a few moments, her strap was slick with Grace’s saliva and smeared with her red lipstick. That was good enough for Dani. She hungered for more. She wanted to claim Grace completely. It was the perfect way to celebrate her new piercing.

“Up here,” Dani grunted. “On the bed.”

Again, Grace obeyed at once. She was perfectly submissive - except for her eyes. In her eyes, there was something else. It was like she was feeling smug, even proud, despite what Dani was doing to her. That look only goaded Dani on. It made her want to put Grace in her place, and the fact that she knew Grace wanted that too only made it all feel even more right.

Now Dani rose to her feet. With a few less-than-gentle slaps and pushes, she got Grace in the position she wanted her: on her hands and knees, facing away from the celebrity. It was the perfect position for Dani to inspect and enjoy her assistant’s body, as she coated her strap-on with lube. Underneath it was Grace’s dainty little cock, dripping slightly from her arousal. Dani wasn’t interested in that, and she knew Grace wasn’t either. The hourglass curve from her shoulders to her hips was mouth-watering, but by far, Grace’s most impressive feature was her ass. It was huge. Grace was blessed with the kind of chubby figure that sent every extra pound she gained straight to her ass, and with regular exercise, she kept it impressively round and taut.  The sight of it regularly left Dani feral, especially when Grace stuffed her ass into a tight-fitting pencil skirt, but now that she was naked, Dani felt completely calm and in control.

“You want this?” she snarled, gripping Grace’s hips and pulling them back towards her, and smacking her strap-on against one of Grace’s buttocks. Grace whimpered and nodded. “Say it.”

“I want it!” Grace moaned. She sounded pathetic, but also dizzyingly happy.

Dani laughed coarsely. “And how do you get things you want?”

Grace took the hint. “Fuck me!” she pleaded.

At that, Dani firmly smacked one of Grace’s ass-cheeks, sending it jiggling at the kneeling assistant moaning louder still. “Don’t you have any manners?” Dani growled. “You work for me, remember.”

“Y-y-yes!” Grace whined, shivering. “I’m sorry Miss! Please fuck me. Please, please fuck me! I need you to fuck me, I need your strap!”

“Good girl,” Dani told her smugly, and speared her on her strap-on.

The way the base of the strap-on rubbed against Dani’s cunt felt good, but that was nothing compared to how rewarding it was to have her bedroom filled with Grace’s screams of pleasure. The strap filled her perfectly, and Dani had already become skilled in how to best use it. She rolled her hips, pounding in and out of her assistant in a rhythm of long, deep strokes that she could keep up for hours and hours. Grace did just as much of the work. She rocked back and forth on her hands and knees, matching each one of Dani’s thrusts, always eager to take her deeper. She wanted to be fucked just as much as Dani wanted to fuck her.

“F-f-fuck!” Grace panted, struggling to speak as Dani’s strap-on repeatedly forced all the air out of her lungs. “I’m… f-fuck… I’m glad I m-made you… so good at this!”

Dani didn’t know what that meant. She didn’t care, either. She was completely absorbed in fucking Grace’s ass. Her assistant’s pleasure was her pleasure; every bead of sweat on Grace’s body, every twitch of pleasure in her face, every shiver that ran down her spine - all of it added to the dizzying high Dani was experiencing. The exhaustion that slowly built up in her as she pounded the curvy trans girl was just one more ingredient in the cocktail of euphoria bubbling in her brain.

Nothing felt as good as this did. Nothing.

“You’re… hfff… you’re so…” Grace attempted, before her words dissolved into mere moans.

“I’m what?” Dani grunted, without breaking her rhythm.

“You’re… a… fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck!” Grace screamed. “Y-you’re a goddess!”

Dani felt like a goddess. She felt so powerful, and she knew that with her new piercing, she looked hotter than ever before. The thought brought a feral grin to her face. A goddess. How many more women could she get worshiping at her altar?

Eventually, Grace’s strength started to give out under the relentless assault of pleasure. Her arms folded underneath her, and her head slumped into a pillow, only Dani’s hands on her wide hips keeping her ass in the air. She felt as weak and unresisting as a rag doll. Dani could have done anything with her in that moment. Anything. The thought was intoxicating.

Dani had plenty of strength left to give, but she was developing a sixth sense for when a girl was approaching her limits. She could tell Grace was close. The celebrity altered her strokes, thrusting into Grace in thick, staccato bursts, keeping most of her silicone cock inside her assistant and ramming the tip home against her prostate. Her efforts were immediately rewarded when Grace’s moans peaked on a single, high-pitched note that she held until all her breath was exhausted.

“Oh my god,” Grace murmured, before she completely collapsed.

It was obvious that she had just orgasmed. A ripple of pleasure tore through her and turned every one of her muscles to jelly. She slipped off of Dani’s strap-on and slumped heavily on the bed, sighing gratefully with the aftershocks. Dani was breathing hard too, but before she joined her assistant, she took a moment to enjoy the view. Grace’s incredibly curvy body was shivering and drenched with sweat. Her usually-perfect hair was matted and messed up. She looked well-fucked. Good. Dani loved making girls cum.

She loved it so much more than she’d ever, ever enjoyed sex with any of her old boyfriends.

That thought nagged at Dani, as she curled up protectively around Grace for some post-coital cuddles. And on impulse, she started to speak:

“Hey, Grace. I… I don’t know if I’m actually into guys at all. I think I might be a lesbian.”

The expression on Grace’s face immediately sharpened, and she looked up at Dani with a wicked glint in her eye.

“I had a feeling, babe,” she replied. “And, good news! I think your new fans are going to love that.”

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Dykeification Ch. 10

Dani has everything she ever wanted - but when confronted by proof of how she was brainwashed into a lesbian, which future will she choose?

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

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Dani’s limo pulled up outside the theater on Hollywood Boulevard, and already, before the door was opened, the sound of the cheering fans and clicking paparazzi cameras was deafening. It filled Dani with indescribable excitement. This was it. This was her moment. It wasn’t her first movie premiere, technically. But it was her biggest - and most importantly, the first since her rebirth.

After a quick turnaround, the movie Dani had been filming with young starlet Bella Kennedy had made it to the silver screen. It wasn’t a huge movie or a huge part - but Dani’s growing fame had helped to raise its profile. A legion of adoring, queer, female fans had turned out to build hype for the film’s release. From what Dani had gathered, they loved seeing her in the part of the villain.

Dani loved it too.

Grace, her ever-faithful personal assistant - and fuck-buddy - reached over and touched Dani’s wrist. “You’re up!” she said, smiling.

“You deserve to be out there with me,” Dani commented. “You got me here, after all.”

Grace laughed. “The red carpet is for the stars,” she replied. “I’m happy with the back entrance. You’ll see me inside.”

Dani nodded, checked her outfit and makeup one last time, and, as the door to her limo opened, she stepped out into the limelight.

A wall of flashing lights rose to meet her like a wave. To most people, it would have been utterly disorienting - but not for Dani. She let the attention and acclamation of the crowd wash over her. She basked in it. She felt energized by it. The new confidence she’d gained as a dominant lesbian left her without doubt or hesitation, and instead of worrying, she knew exactly what people wanted from her: to give her adoration.

So she stood tall, graced the paparazzi with a smile and a wave, and let them.

Dani’s outfit was going to make waves on Instagram and in fashion magazines, she had no doubt about that. She was wearing a casually-cut suit, with a blazer and loose-fitting pants that were both pure white. Her Doc Martens were white too, and under her blazer, she had on a pale tank top with a plunging neck that was almost invisible at a distance. It was a statement piece, and between the flashes of cameras, Dani could already see some of her fans swooning over it.

The best part was the way all that white, all that lack of color, acted as a blank canvas, perfectly accentuating all her dykiness. Her visible tattoos stood out all the more - Dani was especially proud of the way the yonic fruit tattoo on her chest peeked out of her blazer - and attention was naturally drawn to them, and to her other accessories. Dani had a set of asymmetric ear piercings, a lip piercing on one side of her mouth, and of course, the septum piercing she’d made out of her old engagement ring. Her fans loved whispering about that one.

The pièce de résistance was her newest item of jewelry: a bulky, gold-plated padlock hanging from a thick chain necklace around her neck. Her makeup was immaculate, two of her painted nails were clipped short on her right hand, and the left side of her hair was freshly buzzed. Dani looked every bit the perfect, glamorous, dirtbag dyke. She knew she was sure to turn heads - and perhaps, if she was lucky, bend a few sexualities.

After waiting and posing for a tasteful length of time, Dani started walking the red carpet. That, too, was effortless. She glided towards the entrance to the theater, rejoicing at the way every single head turned to watch her as she moved. Every few paces, she paused so she could give a little attention to the people who had turned out to see her - a wave, a selfie, an autograph, whatever they were looking for. Even a kiss, if a girl took her fancy. She loved the way that always provoked shrieks of glee and envy from the crowd. And at every turn, people were calling her name:

“Dani!”

“Dani, I love you!”

“Dani, can I get your autograph!”

“Dani, you’re my idol!”

It felt so fucking good.

She wasn’t the only celebrity attending the premiere, of course. A fresh cheer and a barrage of camera flashes soon caught Dani’s attention. She looked around, and saw that the movie’s true star had arrived: Bella Kennedy.

Dani’s smile curled up into a wicked grin.

Even though she was young, Bella Kennedy was a consummate starlet. She handled the paparazzi's attention with practiced ease, and soon started making her way up the red carpet toward Dani. Dani waited for her to get closer before waving to her.

“Bella! Hey babygirl, you look amazing.”

It was true. The dress Bella was wearing accentuated her killer body perfectly - but by far, the sweetest thing about seeing her was the way her cheeks turned a deep red when she noticed Dani.

That let Dani know that both of them were thinking about that night in the tattoo parlor.

Bella wasn’t about to lose her composure in front of a crowd, of course. She recovered quickly. “Hey, Dani!” she called out, waving back. “You too! Wow!”

The two of them approached each other, and exchanged hugs and cheek kisses. The fans went wild for it, of course. Dani couldn’t resist the temptation to push her luck.

“Why don’t we give the fans a little photo op?” she whispered in Bella’s ear.

Bella nodded, suspecting nothing, and put her arm across Dani’s shoulder. The two of them pressed close to one another, facing the crowd of fans and paparazzi, posing and smiling brightly.

Until Dani’s hand drifted down to rest on Bella Kennedy’s ass.

Bella twitched, and let out a squeal that was mercifully drowned out by the roar of the crowd. It was only for Dani’s ears.

“W-what are you doing?” Bella whispered.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Dani replied, smirking. “Just keep smiling for the cameras.”

The starlet did her best - but Dani was close enough to see her face twitch and grow flushed, especially as Dani started surreptitiously groping her ass. To most people, it would just look like a little bit of affection between girls. Only Bella could feel the way Dani’s fingertips were exploring her body.

“C… c’mon!” Bella protested, her voice turning high-pitched. “You… not here… ah!”

“Yeah?” Dani smirked at her, and carefully inspected the younger girl’s face. Bella was blushing from embarrassment, yes, but there was something else tinging her cheeks: pleasure. And her eyes were shining with the submissive thrill of the moment.

She was enjoying this. That was all Dani needed to see.

“Hey, Bella.” Dani groped her even harder, savoring the way the starlet’s ass felt cupped in her hand. “How’s it going with your boyfriend?”

Bella blinked, thrown off guard by the question. She cast her eyes this way and that. “U-um… it’s… a-ah… y’know… f-fine.”

Dani giggled and licked her lips. She knew just what that meant. “He’s still never made you cum like I did, huh?” she whispered.

Bella gasped. “D-D-Dani!” she shrieked. But instead of pulling away, she started clinging even closer.

Dani let out a satisfied sigh. It didn’t get better than this.

After a few more moments of sinful enjoyment, Dani pulled away from her, leaving Bella stranded on the red carpet, blushing and needy. Dani winked at her, as the younger girl looked longingly after her.

“I need to get inside,” Dani called out. “But you should give me a call, after the show.”

She didn’t doubt that Bella would.

Stepping inside the theater brought Dani a moment of calm, away from the attention of the adoring masses. Inside was for staff and VIPs only. That calm was shattered, though, when Grace suddenly appeared on one side of her, dragging Dani away to the side of the room.

“Dani,” Grace hissed. “We have a problem?”

Dani frowned. Grace looked ruffled. That wasn’t like her. She didn’t need to ask if it was urgent. “What is it?”

“It’s your ex,” Grace said bitterly, in a hushed voice. “Apparently, Cameron just showed up at your house. He’s making a scene. One of my friends saw and gave me a head’s up. He seems to really, really want to talk to you. And he’s ranting about dirt. As in, blackmail.”

“Fuck,” Dani spat. They’d been prepared for this, but it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Trust Cameron Haines to ruin the best day of her life. “What should we do? Call the cops?”

“Maybe.” Grace sighed. “Making a scene is, like, way worse for him, but it’s bad for you too. I’m ready for any dirt he might want to sling your way, but… it would be nice to get some advance warning. And you’re the one he wants to talk to.”

“You think I should go talk to him.” Dani sighed too.

“Yeah. Unfortunately, I do.” Grace grimaced. “Sorry, babe.”

Dani rested a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not your fault, Grace. It’s his.” She glanced around. “OK. Bring a car around back. I’ll go make my excuses. Let’s get there quick.”

***

The two of them drove through the streets of Hollywood in record time, pushing the speed limit at every turn. It wasn’t long before they pulled into the driveway of Dani’s house - and sure enough, there was Cameron Haines, Dani’s ex-fiancé. He was hammering on the door with his fist but turned around when he heard the car pull up.

Dani and Grace both stepped out, and Dani glared icily at Cameron. “What do you want?” she said.

Cameron didn’t answer at first. He took a moment to survey Dani’s new look, swaying unsteadily. He looked drunk.

“Jesus,” he grunted. “Look what you’ve done to yourself.”

That was rich, coming from him. Dani knew his career had been flagging and, judging from his appearance, the lull had been taking its toll. Cameron’s hair was a mess, his expensive clothes looked like they hadn’t seen an iron or a washing machine in months, and he had three days worth of stubble on his face.

It might have been enough to make Dani feel sorry for him, if not for the look of naked disgust and contempt on his face as he stared at Dani and Grace. So instead, seeing Cameron like this just made her skin crawl. She couldn’t believe this pitiful man was the person she’d once been ready to share her life with. It was even harder to believe that she’d let him share her bed.

Dani wasn’t about to make that mistake ever again. Not now that she understood how incredible sleeping with women was.

“What do you want?” she repeated, tapping her foot pointedly. “Just tell me, before I go ahead and call the cops.”

Cameron let out a bitter laugh. “Fine,” he retorted. “Call them. I’d love to tell them everything I’ve got to say. I’m sure they’ll be very, very interested.”

“Jesus Christ,” Dani hissed. “You wanted to talk to me, right? Fine. Come inside, and let's talk.”

“Grace too,” Cameron insisted. “She needs to hear this as well.”

Dani looked over at Grace, who just shrugged. “Fine,” she spat.

Dani walked briskly past him to unlock the door to her place. Cameron was grinning like he’d already won something.

“Don’t want me making a scene, huh?” he needled. “I guess you wouldn’t, given what you did to me.”

Dani did her best to ignore Cameron’s inane posturing. With Grace by her side, she led him into the front room of her house and turned to face him with her arms folded. She didn’t want to let him into her space any more than was absolutely necessary. All Dani needed to do was let him rant until she knew exactly what kind of dirt Cameron imagined he had on her.

"Talk,” Dani told him. “Now.”

“Fine.” Cameron’s eyes were wild as he looked between her and Grace. “Danielle, I want to give you a real chance to set all this right. That’s why I’m here. We can put an end to this… this farce. Right now.”

Dani sniffed loudly.

“I’ll take you back,” Cameron went on, with an air of magnanimity. “I’ll forgive you for cheating on me. I’ll even try to be a better boyfriend this time around. We both know that’s how it’s supposed to be. Cameron Haines and Danielle Cartwright. Not… this. And you!” He pointed angrily at Grace. “You’ll get out of both of our lives. And never come back.”

“How generous to me,” Dani scoffed. “Now where’s the ‘but’?”

“But.” Cameron’s smile turned nasty. “If you don’t, I’m going public with my story. I’ll spill all your secrets. Your image will be ruined forever. Everyone in the world is gonna know what really happened to you.”

Dani’s heart was pounding, but she kept her voice even. “No, they won’t.”

“I’ll do it, Danielle!” Cameron growled.

“It would ruin you.”

“I’m already ruined!” Cameron shouted. “Look at me! My career is in ruins. Parts are drying up, and when I can get an interview, all anyone wants to talk about is you, you, you!”

Dani barked a laugh. “I heard the reason you can’t get a part is that you keep showing up late, forgetting your lines, and flipping out at the crew.”

"Because none of this is fair!” Cameron screamed. “Of course I’m struggling with it. This is all wrong! It’s a sick fucking joke. I’m the star! Me! Not you! You’re the one who needs me, not the other way around!”

“That right?” Dani raised an eyebrow, and exchanged glances with Grace.

“Yes! It is!” Cameron didn’t seem to realize he was shouting. “This can’t be happening to me! Understand? It can’t. It’s not possible. I don’t lose girls. I don’t get dumped. I don’t… it isn’t right! It’s a trick! It’s her fault.” Again, he pointed at Grace. “This… this snake! She seduced you, Dani. Don’t you see? She got into your head. She’s ruined everything! That’s why I have to set it right.”

Dani let him rant and rave. Despite his anger, she was actually becoming more relaxed. Cameron spilling his guts to a tabloid journalist wasn’t going to go the way he thought. She and Grace already had plans. There would be some backlash, yes, but easy to spin in Dani’s favor. It would be simple to paint Cameron as a jealous ex. A bigot. An insecure loser. It would destroy him.

Maybe, if a neighbor happened to overhear Cameron’s shouting, Grace could persuade them to say something to a magazine. That would be the perfect little finishing touch.

“I’ve heard enough,” Dani spoke up sharply, after getting tired of Cameron’s voice. “And I don’t have anything to say to you, Cameron. Get out. I don’t care who you tell. Tell them I cheated. Tell them I was a shit girlfriend. Tell them I made you feel bad. Whatever you want. I don’t care.”

She was hoping to see Cameron lose his cool completely, or else run away with his tail between his legs. Instead, he just started laughing in a thick, bitter voice, his eyes wild.

“You… you thought I was talking about that?” Cameron cackled. “No. No, not just that. I’m talking about something much, much bigger. Something even you don’t understand, Danielle.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Cameron?” Dani’s patience was at its limit. “Just come out and say it, already!”

She glanced at Grace for support but oddly her personal assistant had turned as white as a sheet.

“Check your email, Danielle.” Cameron whipped out his cell phone and tapped the screen a few times. Dani felt hers, in her blazer pocket, buzz. “Grace did this to you. She turned you into a lesbian. And I have proof.”

Dani was immediately ready to dismiss his ludicrous claim out of hand, but curiosity got the better of her. She looked at her phone and saw a set of emails from Cameron, each with multiple attachments. She started looking through them, bit by bit, and a look of shock dawned on her face as the full picture of the past few months was revealed to her.

There were employment records, tying Grace to a number of prominent lesbians - Dani, her friend Dulcinea, and many more besides. Each of them had publicly been as straight as an arrow before hiring her, and had come out while she was working for them. That alone was suspicious, if not conclusive. But that was just the beginning.

Online accounts, all tied back to Grace, with a distinct presence in various hypnofetishist communities. Records of Grace attending hypnotherapy training courses. A huge library of screenshots, all featuring Grace speculating and theorizing about how to alter someone’s sexuality using mind control. Some of them, especially the more recent posts, were describing a fantasy in lurid, unbelievably meticulous detail. A fantasy of turning a female celebrity into exactly the kind of person Dani had become.

After that, there was a set of professionally-certified waveform analyses of some of Grace’s guided meditation files - the ones she had shared with Dani. Cameron must have downloaded some of them from her phone at some point. Waveform analysis showed, apparently, the clear presence of subliminal messages and low-frequency tones intended to lull someone into a highly suggestive trance. It sounded like science fiction, but it was all right there in black and white.

Then, finally, there were the photos and videos. They looked like they’d been taken by a private investigator peeking into Dani’s windows with a long-range camera lens. They showed Dani, in various states of relaxation and trance - all with Grace standing over her, looking powerful and dominant. In one of the videos, Dani could see Grace’s lips moving. Grace had been whispering something to her while she was in a relaxed trance. Dani wasn’t much of a lip reader, but she could still make it out what it was. It was one of the many, many mantras she’d found herself dwelling on over the last few months.

Sex with girls isn’t cheating. It doesn’t count, when it's with girls. Sex with girls is precious. Sex with girls is important.

There was more evidence besides, much more, but Dani couldn’t stand to look through it all now. Her head was already throbbing. Individually each piece was wildly circumstantial, but all added up together, it was incontrovertible.

Grace had hypnotized Dani. Grace had hypnotized her and turned her into a lesbian. Grace had changed her fashion sense, her public image, and her very sense of identity. It was all her. And it always had been.

Dani had been brainwashed into a dyke.

“G-Grace…” Dani turned to her personal assistant, desperate to hold on to the reality she’d been living in for months now. “Tell me it’s not-“

The words died in her mouth. One look at Grace’s face was all the answer she needed.

“You see?” Cameron reacted to Dani’s shock with a satisfied smirk. “It’s like I’ve been trying to tell you. This is all wrong.”

Dani could barely hear him. Her ears were ringing with the sound of her entire life collapsing beneath her feet.

Being a lesbian had become everything to Dani. It was her identity. Her aesthetic. It was the thing that had given her the confidence to take control of her life. At this point, it was practically what she was famous for. God, all her fans… what would they think if they knew it was all a lie?

But even Dani’s fans felt like a distant afterthought compared to what all this meant to her. Who was she, knowing this? Suddenly, everything on her body - the clothes, the tattoos, the piercings, all of it - felt unbelievably, intolerably fake. Dani wanted to rip and tear it all out of her skin. But if she did, what would be left?

Who was she, if not a lesbian? There had been a Danielle Cartwright before, yes, but Dani had spent so long getting used to the idea that her old, heterosexual self was little more than a facade. She wasn’t sure she could go back to that. She wasn’t sure she knew how.

She wasn’t even sure of her own name.

“Come on, Danielle.” Cameron extended his hand toward her. His face was full of self-satisfied magnanimity. “Let’s get out of here. I’m sure I can help you get back to your old self. Your real self.”

Dani nodded numbly and took a step towards him. What else was she going to do? She didn’t want to go with Cameron, exactly. She hadn’t forgotten all of his ugliness and pettiness. But she didn’t have anything else. She couldn’t stay here, with the woman that had brainwashed her. That was absurd.

Dani took another step.

“Wait,” Grace said, quietly but firmly.

“Nope,” Cameron jeered. “You’re done!”

Grace refused to rise to his taunts. “I think I should at least, like, get to say something in my own defense.”

“Wow. You’ve got some nerve!” Cameron laughed. “You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Say your piece. But it won’t matter. We know your tricks.”

Grace simply turned to face Dani, who had stopped in his tracks to look at her. Grace offered her a slight smile. “Watch closely, Dani.”

That night, Grace had dressed up to accompany Dani to her premiere. Her outfit wasn’t flashy, but it was professional - a smart, black jacket over a neat, white blouse, with some heels and a pencil skirt that looked deliciously enticing wrapped tight around the trans woman’s soft, curvy form.

Within moments, the whole outfit was discarded on Dani’s floor.

Grace had stripped as quickly and efficiently as she could, and was left wearing nothing but a set of black, lacy lingerie. Then, she simply stood, with one hand resting on one hip, looking at Dani.

Cameron was scoffing incredulously. But Dani was utterly spellbound.

Desire reared and roared within it, bringing with it memories of all the things she and Grace had done together. All the things Dani had done to that wonderful body of hers. Despite everything, Dani was filled with warmth. And the warmth felt good.

“Like what you see, right?” Grace giggled mischievously, like Cameron wasn’t even there. “Thought so!”

“What is this?” Cameron said impatiently.

“More than you ever liked what you saw with him.” Grace winked. “Right?”

Dani didn’t know what to say to that; she was still simply dumbfounded at the sight of her PA.

“In fact, it kinda seems like everything is going better than when you were with him!” Grace shifted her weight from one leg to the other, swinging her hips alluringly. “Your career, your look, your self-image…”

“That doesn’t matter!” Cameron snapped. “It’s all fake!”

Grace giggled again, and, still looking only at Dani, rolled her eyes. “Who cares?”

Dani blinked. “H-huh?”

“Who cares if it’s fake?” Grace’s grin widened. “This is Hollywood, babe! Everyone here is faking. Plus, like, how fake is it, exactly? You totally want to fuck me, and you totally don’t want to fuck him. That makes you a dyke in my book. Doesn’t matter how you got that way.”

“But,” Dani replied hesitantly, “you… you brainwashed me!”

“I sure did,” Grace agreed. Then, her demeanor shifted completely. She bent forwards, using her elbows to squeeze her tits together and present them to Dani, a bratty smirk on her face. “Haven’t I been naughty? Don’t I deserve a spanking? Don’t you want to punish me, daddy?”

Cameron spluttered in helpless outrage. Dani, though, was seeing red. She wanted to punish Grace so bad. She was just itching to touch her again.

But… that was all wrong? Wasn’t it?

Was it?

“Come on, Danielle,” Cameron insisted. “We’re leaving.”

“You don’t have to go with him.” Grace kept eye contact with Dani. “You can stay here. With me. You can totally keep all this.”

“H… how…” Dani breathed, shaking her head.

“It’s a choice,” Grace replied. “A real simple choice, babe. What do you think your life is gonna be like if you go with him, huh? Probably, a whole lot like how it was before you met me.”

“Don’t listen to her!” Cameron warned. Dani couldn’t look away from Grace.

“But stay here with me.” Grace continued, effortlessly ignoring him, “and all this is yours. Yours to keep. And you know how good it all feels.” She shrugged. “Two lives, spread out in front of you. It’s a fork in the road. It’s all on you, babe.”

“But…”

Dani was at war with herself. Grace’s words rang true in her heart. She wanted what her assistant offered. Perhaps even more strongly than that, she wanted Grace herself. A fire had been lit within her. Grace’s words made an alarming amount of sense. But Dani couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t as simple as her assistant pretended. That she wasn’t allowed to choose what Grace was offering. It felt like sophistry; like a way to avoid the fact that was staring her clear in the face.

“But you did this to me,” Dani said to her. “This is what you want.”

“Duh. But it’s what you want too, now. Kinda always has been, babe. Right from the start. Right from the very first little push I gave you. It always felt good, right?” Grace giggled. “Maybe all this was part of you all along. Maybe I just set it free.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Cameron interrupted angrily. “Danielle, there’s no way you can seriously believe this!”

“There totally is,” Grace insisted calmly. “It’s all up to you. Whatever makes the medicine go down easier.”

“I…”

Dani couldn’t decide. She was paralyzed. Choosing Cameron seemed right, but it felt wrong. And Grace was the opposite. Grace was exactly what Dani was craving, but niggling thoughts in the back of her mind held her back.

“Just tell me this, Dani,” Grace said gently. “It felt good, right? Being a dyke?”

Even though she was shamefully conscious of the way Cameron was looking at her, Dani nodded. That was one thing she couldn’t bring herself to deny.

“Sex with girls,” Grace pressed. “It felt good. Really good.”

“Y-yeah,” Dani agreed, a touch breathily, as Cameron groaned impatiently at the two of them.

“You know why that is,” Grace suggested, her smile widening. “Don’t you, Dani?”

The answer supplied itself to Dani at once. It was always lurking in her subconscious, having been hammered there by a dozen different mantras, repeated hundreds and thousands of times. Compared to how hard it was to choose between Grace and Cameron, letting the mantras flow through her was simplicity itself.

“Sex with girls is special,” Dani intoned. “Sex with girls is important. Sex with girls is precious.”

“Dani!” Cameron yelled incredulously.

Once again, Grace ignored him. “Being able to fuck girls is so important to you.”

“Being able to fuck girls is so important to me.”

Despite everything, a dreamy smile was starting to come to Dani’s face. It was so nice to let herself relax into those nice, familiar words.

“Sex with girls is important,” Grace repeated. “And when something’s important, you don’t give it up.”

“Sex with girls is important,” Dani echoed. “And when something’s important, I don’t give it up.”

“Dani!” Cameron yelled again, louder. “Can’t you see what she’s doing to you?”

His voice was starting to fade into the background of Dani’s mind. She blocked it out, just as she always did with stray, insignificant noises when Grace was helping her to relax. Cameron’s yelling was nothing compared to the ocean of calm, quiet trance that awaited her.

“Sex with girls is important,” Grace went on, keeping her voice low and even, calming and soothing, “because you want to fuck girls.”

“I…” Dani hesitated, but it was as much excitement as doubt that caught her tongue. “I want to fuck girls.”

She did. She could feel it. She was vibrating with it.

“You want to fuck girls.” Grace giggled quietly. “And what do we call someone who wants to fuck girls.”

Dani’s heart skipped a beat. “A… lesbian.”

“A dyke,” Grace said.

Dani knew her assistant loved the bite that one little word had. Dani had grown to love it too. “A dyke.”

“If you love girls, you’re a dyke,” Grace told her.

“Yes,” Dani said. Her voice had become completely empty of feeling.

“And you love girls.”

“Yes.”

“So what does that make you, babe?”

“A…” Dani’s mouth went dry. “A dyke. I’m a dyke.”

Grace licked her lips. “Oh, babe. You sure are.”

“No, that’s-“ Cameron stepped towards them, shaking his head, face filled with fury. “No! You’re just… Danielle, she’s just hypnotizing you again! Don’t listen to her! Snap out of it!”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” Grace finally turned to look at him. Her grin was full of both pity and mockery. “If she wanted to listen to you, she’d be listening to you instead. Hypnosis isn’t magic. But she isn’t, is she? She’s listening to me.”

At that, Cameron’s face darkened, and he glared hatefully at Grace. “Just shut up already! You can’t do this to me!”

He took a step towards Grace; just one single step, before catching himself. But Grace seized on the opportunity anyway. Even though she didn’t look even the slightest bit afraid of him, she fled into Dani’s arms, pressing herself up against the celebrity’s body and clinging to her desperately.

Dani’s instincts kicked in right away. She folded her arms around her assistant protectively, and then gasped as she felt the warmth of the other woman’s body. But that warmth wasn’t enough for her. Her head was full of thoughts of fucking girls, and she needed more. One of her hands slipped around Grace’s waist, allowing her to feel the curve of her assistant’s body, while the other came to rest on her incredible ass.

Grace immediately let out a low, purring, satisfied moan. She rested her head on Dani’s chest for a moment, planting a few sweet little kisses on her skin - before turning back to look at Cameron, taunting him with her smug, victorious gaze.

“Danielle…” he whined plaintively, before trying to rally himself. Cameron made himself stand taller, and sound more commanding. “Danielle! Come with me, right now! Last chance!”

The urgency of his plea fell on deaf ears. Dani was paying less attention to him than ever. She only had eyes for Grace, and she was determined to drink in everything about how Grace made her feel. It wasn’t just about lust or pleasure. It was about power. Having Grace in her arms made Dani feel strong and confident in a way that was utterly intoxicating.

This was what being a dyke meant to her. She was a lesbian. A top. A dominant. She loved fucking women. She wanted to make girls squirm and writhe underneath her. Dani had never felt such effortless self-assurance ever before in her life.

How could she ever give that up?

With Grace in her arms, Dani felt like she was standing on firm ground again. The intense confusion and conflict she’d been experiencing just moments ago was already fading from memory. This was who she was. She felt more and more certain of that with each passing moment, as long-familiar mantras continued to echo through her brain.

I like girls.

I get turned on by girls.

I want to fuck girls.

I want to top girls.

The words were in her own voice as much as in Grace’s. Dani wasn’t trying to fight them. She welcomed them into the core of her being. What did it matter where they came from, when they felt this good?

Maybe these feelings and urges had been locked up tight inside Dani all along, just as Grace had suggested.

Perhaps that was just a comforting fiction. But Dani had the power to choose what kind of story she wanted her life to be. Why wouldn’t she pick the one that felt this fucking amazing?

Dani’s fingers sank deeper into Grace’s ass, the tips of her nails teasing around the hem of her panties, threatening to pry them away from her body. She groped her just like she had groped Bella Kennedy earlier, reveling in the power of her touch, in the way it made this other girl shudder and cling and moan.

If anything, though, Grace’s ass was even better. Dani had always loved a girl with some meat on her bones.

Grace looked up at Dani with need in her eyes, and she bit her lip in that coquettish way she knew drove her employer crazy. She let out a breathy sigh, looking up adoringly at Dani, and pushed her ass back to meet Dani’s hand.

“Fuck,” Grace breathed. “I’m so glad I made you so good at this.”

Dani grinned right back down at her. “Me too.”

Grace stretched up to press her lips to Dani’s, and they kissed. Both of them were hungry for it, and Dani pushed her tongue into her assistant’s mouth to claim her. She didn’t care that Cameron was watching. She just wanted to use Grace to feel good, and she knew Grace was equally eager to be used. Their relationship may not have been particularly romantic, but they had shared a bed more than enough times to know how to get each other off.

“Danielle!” Cameron shouted. “C’mon!”

He had lost. It was obvious from his voice and the look on his face. He’d lost and he knew he’d lost, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to face up to it yet. Dani just stared at him pityingly.

“That’s not my name anymore,” she said firmly. “Now get out of my house.”

Cameron clearly understood there was no arguing with that. He turned tail and left quickly, pausing only to turn back and yell: “I’m gonna tell everyone. You’ll regret this.”

And then he was gone. Dani was left holding Grace, once again feeling utterly confident and assured in her identity. She glanced down at her assistant.

“Is that anything we need to worry about?” she asked.

“Nah.” Grace giggled. “Hypnosis to turn people gay? Please. His career’s gonna be even more over than it already is.”

“Good.” Dani suddenly pulled away from Grace and made to lead her by the hand toward Dani’s bedroom. “Follow me.”

“You sure?” Amusement glinted in Grace’s eyes. “We could probably still make it back to the premiere.”

“We could,” Dani agreed, before a lopsided smirk came to her face. “But you’ve been a naughty girl. Remember? Now it’s time for your punishment.”

Giggling excitedly, Grace skipped after Dani as the celebrity led her assistant into the master bedroom and closed the door behind them.

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Dykeification Ch. 9

Dani decides to give a younger celebrity a taste of the dyke lifestyle...  nevermind that she has a boyfriend

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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“Oh my gosh,” Bella Kennedy squealed and giggled, as she and Dani stepped through the door to the tattoo parlor. “I can’t believe we’re going to do this! My boyfriend is gonna kill me.”

Dani just smiled and squeezed her arm. She knew that giggle. She knew it meant that Bella was hers for the rest of the night, absolutely and unconditionally. It didn’t matter that she had a boyfriend, and it didn’t matter what Dani wanted her to do.

That feeling was such a rush.

It helped that all of them were tipsy. Dani, Bella, and a couple of crew members had just left a wrap party for a movie, where the drinks had been flowing freely. The whole experience had left Dani in an incredible mood. Just knowing that she was going to be in a movie was wonderful. This was what she’d come to Hollywood for. It wasn’t a huge part or a huge movie, but still. Grace apparently knew some of the people involved in its production, and had worked her magic to get Dani involved. Thanks to her - plus Dani’s new brand as an out-and-proud lesbian icon - her fame was only rising.

The movie’s lead, Bella Kennedy, was the real star, though. She was straight off of the Disney channel, which meant she was young, naive, and dizzyingly famous. The twenty-year-old had quickly gravitated towards Dani on set, and Dani’s instincts told her that whether Bella had admitted it to herself or not, she was attracted to her. Right now, when she was giddy and drunk and her high-school boyfriend was a thousand miles away, Dani was sure they were going to end up in each other’s arms.

But not before they both got some fresh ink.

It had been Grace’s idea. She wasn’t with them, but she’d floated the idea of getting tattoos as a group to celebrate the end of filming. Dani had jumped at the excuse to get another one. She’d fallen in love with inking her body - both the end goal and the process. She loved what getting tattoos symbolized, and the needle made her very, very hot. Two of the crew members, both women and both friends of Grace, had taken Dani up on the offer, and after a little persuasion, they’d managed to get Bella to overcome her hesitation. She was a tattoo virgin, which made Dani all the more excited.

Dani quickly spoke with the tattoo artist to make sure that she could be discreet about their presence. No worries there. As it turned out, she was an admirer - and yet another friend of Grace. Dani’s assistant seemed to know everyone in Hollywood. The tattooist even offered them all drinks while she prepped her gear.

“So, um… what does it feel like?” Bella asked earnestly as Dani settled down into one of the chairs. Bella followed suit, sitting as close to Dani as she could. “Does it hurt?”

Dani laughed easily. “Don’t worry, babe,” she replied. “You’re a big girl, you can handle it. It’s not so bad.”

Bella nodded. The way she was hanging on Dani’s every word was intoxicating. “How many tattoos do you have, Dani?”

“A few,” Dani smirked. She stretched, pausing to allow Bella’s curiosity to grow. It was funny; a few months ago, Dani had never so much as considered getting any tattoos. Now, every few weeks she found herself itching to go back under the needle. “Wanna see?”

Bella’s eyes turned as big as moons. “Yeah.”

Dani shrugged out of the dark velvet jacket she was wearing, and then pulled her white, low-cut tank top off over her head. She winked at Bella when she saw the younger woman staring at her sports bra. Bella turned bright red.

“You’ve probably already seen this one.” Dani turned her right shoulder towards Bella. Adorning it was a simple, black tattoo that had quickly become Dani’s trademark: a pair of interlocking Venus symbols. It had been featured heavily on the magazine cover that broke the story of Dani’s second coming out as a lesbian. “Like it?”

“Yeah.” Bella’s mouth sounded dry. She was still blushing. “Absolutely.”

Dani heard a few giggles and appreciative coos from across the room. Grace’s friends were both watching, sipping from the margaritas their host had brought them as they did. Dani flashed them a winning smile. She loved it when women looked at her.

“Then there’s this one.” Dani turned her back to them and reached back to pull her hair out of the way. “I don’t get to show it off quite as much. You might have to get a little closer.”

Bella nodded eagerly and followed her suggestion, leaning in to peer at the labrys symbol tattooed on the back of Dani’s neck. This one was striped in the colors of the lesbian flag.

“It’s a classic,” Dani commented. “Some would say old-fashioned. But I’m a fan. I love how raw it is, you know?”

“It’s really cool,” Bella murmured. She seemed all but entranced.

“You might have noticed these on set,” Dani continued, turning back around. She offered her hand towards Bella. Running over the back of her hand and down her fingers were a series of identical teardrops. There was a couple of dozen, and Dani added at least one more almost every week.

“Yeah,” Bella replied. “On your knuckles like that… that must have hurt, right?”

“Oh yeah. Those hurt.” Dani was grinning at the memory. “But pain is just another experience, babygirl. If you try, you can learn how to enjoy it right.”

A lurid, curious light flickered in Bella’s eyes. “And, um, I was wondering actually, what do they mean? Why so many?”

“I just like keeping score. It’s one for each girl.”

“One for each girl what?” Bella looked up and saw the look on Dani’s face. “O-oh!”

“Yeah.” Dani let her squirm for a moment before moving on. “Finally, there’s my most recent ink. It’s my favorite. I have to keep it covered under makeup on set though, which sucks. I guess it’s a little… conspicuous.”

Dani raised her hand to draw attention to her chest, and to the symbol she’d had tattooed above her heart.  She was incredibly proud of it. It was, in the words of the artist, the closest thing to pornographic she’d ever inked that was completely innocent. The tattoo was of a grapefruit, cut open and with a couple of segments removed. It was carefully angled and shaped so that the remaining portions of the fruit formed a pair of curved, opposing, distinctly-evocative lips, both of which were brimming with sweet juice that dripped down over Dani’s skin. Her other tattoos were pretty abstract, but this one was ultra-realistic and incredibly detailed. She’d wanted to make sure anyone who saw it would be able to imagine sinking their tongue into the fruit’s sweetness.

“Do I have to tell you what this one is meant to be?” Dani asked, prompting giggles from the back of the room.

Bella went bright red. “N-no.” She shivered. Her lips twitched, like she was on the cusp of saying something. Once she did, Dani knew she had her. “I’ve… I’ve always wondered what it feels like. With… you know.”

She gestured to her own mouth.

Dani could barely contain her glee, but she managed to feign innocence. “What do you mean? I thought you had a boyfriend.”

“Oh… yeah, I do.” Dani didn’t miss the disappointment that flickered over Bella’s face. “But, um. He doesn’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“He just…” Bella shrugged, helpless. “He just doesn’t.”

“Did you ask him to?” Dani asked.

“He didn’t want to,” Bella confessed. “And, I mean, I shouldn’t push him, right? Cause it’s a sex thing. Consent and comfort and all that.”

“Well, sure,” Dani agreed sympathetically. “But do you do that for him?”

“With my…?” Bella gestured to her mouth again, before nodding shyly. “Um, yeah.”

“Then how’s that fair?” Dani put to her. “Tit for tat, right?”

Grace’s friends both murmured in agreement. So did the tattoo artist, passing through the room. Bella looked torn - torn, Dani could guess, between wanting to agree with them and a lingering sense of loyalty to her boyfriend.

“He said…” Bella dropped her voice, like she was ashamed to say it. “When I asked, he got mad. He said it was like… unmanly. Unmasculine. Something like that. Not for real men.”

Dani barked a laugh. “Maybe he’s got that right. Judging from my ex, men can’t lick pussy for shit.”

On the other side of the room, Grace’s friends dissolved into breathless, hysterical laughter. Bella couldn’t help joining in. Dani rewarded her with a pat on the shoulder.

“Hey, speaking of that,” Bella said nervously. “Can I ask what really happened? Between you and Cameron Haines, I mean.”

Dani tilted her head. Something in Bella’s manner was a little off. “Why? Did someone put you up to asking?”

“No, of course not!” Bella looked sincerely mortified. “But, um… there’s some talk. A few days ago, I ran into one of Cameron’s friends at a thing, just by coincidence. He was… well, he was spreading gossip.”

“He was, huh?” Dani tapped her foot. She could guess it wasn’t just a coincidence. Spreading rumors was about the level she’d expect Cameron to sink to. “And what was he saying?”

“He said you cheated on Cameron Haines,” Bella answered apologetically.

Dani scoffed. That was ridiculous. After all, it didn’t count as cheating when it was with girls. Those words were etched into her very soul. “Of course he did.”

Bella held up her hands. “Sorry. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Dani laughed. “I’m happy to. It’s actually much more obvious than that. Cameron didn’t like hearing about the real me. He couldn’t stand that I was attracted to women.”

“So he’s a bigot?”

“It might be more than just that,” Dani mused, her lips pursed in a thin smile. “I think he felt threatened. As I mentioned, he… left something to be desired, as a lover.”

Bella giggled a little at that.

“But maybe that’s just my personal proclivities talking,” Dani added. “After all, in my experience, all men are just as lacking. With women, it’s like night and day.”

“Yeah?” Bella sounded unbearably curious. “I-I wouldn’t know.”

Dani’s grin returned to her face. You didn’t say something like that to her unless you were seriously down bad. She looked Bella dead in the eyes. “Do you want to?”

Bella turned completely white. “That’s… um… well… my boyfriend… I couldn’t…”

“Yes you could,” Dani told her sternly. “And your boyfriend will never know about it. We’re all friends here. All discreet.” Grace’s friends nodded.

“But…” Dani noticed Bella wasn’t saying ‘no’.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” she added. “Just some fun between us girls, on a night we’re already celebrating. And anyway, you deserve it. If he isn’t going to eat you out, can he really be mad someone else will?”

Bella went quiet for a moment. Dani let her think. Eventually, the starlet nodded. “OK. Yeah. Um. Yeah.”

“That’s my girl!” Dani said, as Grace’s friends cheered. Bella blushed again. “Now. You always make it into costuming before me. I’ve been dying to see you out of those clothes for weeks.”

“N-now?” Bella squeaked. “I-I thought you meant…”

Dani nodded to one of Grace’s friends, who promptly checked that the door of the tattoo parlor was locked and the blinds were closed.

“No time like the present,” Dani replied, licking her lips. “Besides, you need a little excitement in your life, Bella.”

Bella hesitated for a moment, before nervously reaching back to unzip her dress. Dani simply sat back and enjoyed the spectacle. Bella wasn’t performing for her, but that was exactly what made this so special. She’d acted sexy in music videos and TV shows, but there was no acting here. Every little shiver, every moment of hesitation, every curious impulse that ran through the starlet as she undressed - it was all real, and it all belonged to Dani. Eventually, Bella stood before her in nothing but her white lingerie. Dani lounged back, enjoying the contrast with her black sports bra and dark pants.

“Perfect,” she said. “Keep going.”

This time, Bella just nodded. There was no hesitation, only dreamlike obedience as momentum carried her onward into Dani’s embrace. Dani watched carefully so she could be sure to savor the most precious moments of all: when Bella’s bra came away from her chest, and when she stepped out of her panties.

“I wish I could…” Dani murmured, before abruptly sitting up. “That reminds me. I wanted to take an Instagram selfie. Bella, come here.”

“Wha-“ Despite her protest, Bella stepped forwards and allowed Dani to scoop her into her arms. “Um. Should I… put something back on?”

“No,” Dani replied firmly.

She slipped her phone out of her pocket and squeezed Bella close to her, lining up the angle to make sure she was only showing Bella above the shoulder. At the same time, she brought her hand between Bella’s thighs and started touching her.

“H-hey!” Bella let out a high-pitched squeal.

“No one can see,” Dani reminded her. “Just smile for the camera, babygirl.”

“G-god, you’re…” Bella’s cheeks were turning pink again, but she giggled as Dani’s skillful fingertips started to fill her body with pleasure. Once she had the perfect look on her face, Dani took the photo.

“And one just for me,” she added, tilting the camera down to show Bella’s tits before taking another.

“U-um,” Bella panted. It was obvious no one had ever touched her quite like that before. “Y-you’re really unfair, you know that?”

Dani barked a laugh. “I don’t know what you mean. You just look way too good not to keep a memento. Besides, I’m sure my fans will go crazy when they see us hanging out together.”

“Yeah?” Bella tittered. She was leaning more of her weight against Dani.

“Absolutely,” Dani replied teasingly. “Maybe some of yours will too. Maybe they’ll wonder if you’re playing for my team now.”

Bella turned a deeper shade of red and buried her face in her hands. “I-I guess they wouldn’t be wrong.”

“I guess not,” Dani purred. “After all, you’re getting nice and wet for me.”

Bella didn’t have a reply to that. She just twitched and kept hiding her face, and Dani felt her growing even wetter.

“Adorable.” Dani laughed. Not only was this girl gay, but she was also a total bottom. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I won’t keep you waiting for it.”

When Bella lowered her hands to flash her a quizzical look, Dani sprang into action. She quite literally swept Bella off her feet, but used her arms to guide the starlet down onto a nearby tattoo chair. The way Bella squealed and clung to her made the moment all the sweeter.

“Relax,” Dani said to her in a sultry voice as she dropped to her knees. “Just let me take care of you.”

Slowly but insistently, she used her palm to spread Bella’s thighs. Bella looked a little like a scared deer in headlights, but she made no move to stop her. Dani could see, behind the nervousness, the deep hunger in the starlet's eyes. She wanted exactly what Dani was going to give her.

Dani had promised not to make her wait. But she could still take it nice tortuously and slow.

She lowered her face and started to kiss her way up the insides of Bella’s thighs. The kisses were each light and delicate, even dainty, but they still made Bella writhe with sinful anticipation. Dani made sure every square inch of Bella’s skin received the attention of her lips, and watched out of the corners of her eyes as her pussy started to drip onto the leather seat.

“C-c’mon,” Bella whined. She started bucking her hips a little, humping the air as she tried to push her cunt towards Dani’s face.

“Impatient?” Dani teased. “Just relax, princess. I told you, I’ll take care of you.”

Bella whined again, louder. “You said you wouldn’t make me wait!”

“I’m not,” Dani giggled. She kissed again, and then gave Bella a playful lovebite. “It’s called foreplay, cute thing. Tell your boyfriend about it sometime. I promise, it’ll make getting what you want all the sweeter.”

Bella yelped when Dani’s teeth touched her. She looked like she was about to keep protesting, so Dani decided to stop her by planting her lips against the younger woman’s cunt.

The moment she did, she felt Bella start to thrash underneath her. Dani didn’t need to look up to know that she was arching her back. Hearing the starlet’s screams of pleasure was more than enough for her. The sound was immediately followed by titters of glee from the far side of the room, but Dani didn’t look round either. She kept all her attention right where it belonged, between Bella’s legs.

Once Dani started eating her out in earnest, Bella fell almost completely silent. Dani used her skillful tongue to start lapping at Bella’s dripping, sensitive lips, and in just a few huge moans, the starlet forced all the air out of her own lungs. After that, she could do nothing more than gasp breathlessly and beg incoherently. Dani wasn’t sure if she was begging for mercy or just for more. But mercy wasn’t coming, and Dani wasn’t about to allow Bella to catch her breath.

“O-oh my god,” Bella managed eventually, in a pleasure-strangled whisper. “Oh my god. Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.”

Dani grinned. This was exactly what she wanted for Bella. A religious experience.

“You taste amazing,” she purred, her words muffled slightly by Bella’s body. “Plenty of girls I know would kill for this.”

“R-really?” Bella moaned, a little hopefully.

“Oh yes,” Dani promised. “I’ll introduce you.”

Bella moaned again, louder. Dani could only wonder what kind of fantasies were going through her head as she awoke to her new, sapphic desires.

Dani pushed her tongue deeper into Bella’s cunt. Bella started squirming even harder, and so Dani wrapped one of her arms around the girl’s thighs to keep her still. When she brought her other hand up between Bella’s legs to rub her clit, she had to push down hard in order to keep her in place. The tattoo parlor was filled with the sound of her screams, and Dani could only imagine what anyone passing by on the street would think.

It amused her to think about it, though. It amused her even more to think about what Bella’s legions of adoring fans would think if they saw their idol like this: stretched out in a chair, legs spread, face dripping with sweat, makeup ruined, and begging for more with her moans as another woman buried her tongue inside her.

Dani liked to think it would awaken something in them.

“More!” Bella whimpered. “More, more, please. Fuck, more!”

“Sure thing, princess,” Dani replied. “I’m just glad you’re getting a taste for it.”

The time for taking it slow had passed. Dani simply wanted to make sure Bella experienced all the pleasure she had to offer, and that before long she would be cumming her brains out all over Dani’s face. Dani was already learning all the little secrets of Bella’s body; where she liked to be touched, where she was most sensitive, and how she reacted when she was approaching the edge. Dani loved that feeling. She loved exploring other women and making them hers.

Dani couldn’t wait to taste every girl in Hollywood.

“Maybe I should make you get your tattoo down here,” Dani teased, when she backed off momentarily to breathe. “Like I’m leaving my signature on you.”

“N-noooooo,” Bella whined loudly, squeezing her thighs around Dani’s head even as she protested. Dani laughed wildly. Clearly it wouldn’t take a tattoo to make sure this moment was perfectly engraved into Bella’s body.

Dani could tell Bella was ready to come. The younger girl was hitting her limit, slipping further and further down in her seat as her moans became more and more ragged. Dani formed her lips into a small ‘O’ and fastened them around Dani’s clit in a kiss, and then started sucking passionately as she brought Bella to the cusp of orgasm. Then, she pushed three of her fingers into Bella’s cunt and started thrusting in and out of her as fast as she could.

Moments later, Bella came.

At first, she started thrashing like never before. Then she went completely limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Dani stood up over her and watched her heave as she slowly drifted back to her senses.

“H-holy…” Bella breathed. “T-that… t-that was incredible.”

“Glad to hear it, princess.” Dani licked her wet, sticky lips, and had a wicked thought. “Let me give you a taste.”

Before Bella could register what she meant, Dani threw herself down into the tattooing chair next to her. Pressing her body against the young starlet’s, she kissed her, knowing full well that the taste of Bella’s cunt was still on her tongue.

Bella kissed her back.

“Good girl,” Dani laughed, pulling away. Bella turned an even deeper shade of red and averted her gaze.

“I… I…” Bella balled her hands into fists and squirmed petulantly. “Oh my god! I can’t believe I just did that!”

Dani’s reply was a gleeful laugh. “I’m very glad you did.”

After a moment Bella started laughing too, and pressed up against Dani in a post-orgasmic haze. “Wow. Wow! I had no idea what I was missing out on.”

“So many of us girls don’t.” Dani sighed ruefully. “Maybe you can help to spread the good word.”

Bella blushed anew at the thought. “I… um… maybe…”

Dani noticed that she had stopped bringing up her boyfriend.

“I get the sense those two aren’t going to forget anytime soon either,” Dani said, nodding toward Grace’s friends, who were still sitting and watching from the other side of the room.

“Oh my god.” Bella went pale this time, before hiding her face in her hands. “They saw me do… they saw… oh my god!”

“Don’t worry,” Dani soothed. “They’re discreet.”

“I-I know,” Bella said in a small voice. “I’m just, uh. Embarrassed. I can’t imagine how looked.”

“I can,” Dani told her. “You looked gorgeous.”

That made Bella smile.

Dani stretched out and yawned, and started clambering back to her feet. “I guess we’d better hurry up and get inked. It’s getting late, and these chairs aren’t comfy enough to spoon in.”

“Wait.” Bella reached out to tug at Dani’s wrist.

“Having second thoughts?” Dani asked, turning back to her.

“No, um…” Bella said nervously. “It’s just… should I… you know, to you too?”

Dani blinked and then smiled. Bella’s earnestness was a delight. Normally, Dani might have said ‘no’. She was the kind of top who found giving infinitely more rewarding the getting. But how could she pass up the opportunity to help Bella Kennedy become a pussylicker?

“If you want to? Absolutely,” Dani replied.

She offered a hand to Bella and helped her to her feet. The starlet still looked a little dizzy and unsteady after her thunderous orgasm, and had to cling to Dani for a moment for support. Then, Dani sank back down into the tattoo chair. She unzipped her pants, spread her legs, and sat nice and upright, looking at Bella expectantly. Bella knelt demurely and started peeling Dani’s pants away from her body.

“Hey, Dani,” called out one of Grace’s friends, from the back of the room.

“Oh, hey,” Dani called back, smirking. “Sorry if we’re keeping you. You can go on ahead, or head home.”

Once she saw the looks on their faces, though, she realized that wasn’t what they wanted at all. Both of them were staring at Dani like hungry wolves at a piece of meat.

“It’s not that,” the other woman said. “We were just wondering if we could get in on the fun.”

Dani tilted her head and considered. It was a little against type - but what better way to celebrate?

“Sure thing,” Dani purred. “Why don’t you two show Bella the ropes?”

Grace’s friends nodded gratefully. They crossed the room to Dani and knelt, one on each side of Bella. Dani spread her legs wider. This was going to be good.

“Oh, hey,” said the tattoo artist, as she walked back into the room with a knowing smile on her face. “I don’t mind giving y’all the room. I guess I’ll clear up my shit. You seem like you’re a little more interested in something else besides tattoos tonight.”

“No, just wait,” Dani replied, as three women started going down on her. “I’ll make it worth your while. Once I’m done here, I’m gonna need a few more teardrops.”

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