“Light up, Light up, strike a match, and watch the flames burn bright.” – Lil Wayne
The moment I saw you, I knew you were special, but I could tell you were lost. You needed attention and to be taught how to become your true self—not how others define you, not even the gender you were assigned at birth.
You needed nurturing and lessons on how to be a beautiful swan. You needed a mother, a figure absent in your life.
We met at a dive bar on MLK in Atlanta. I sat next to you, and you were already drunk. You were enamored with me – the feeling was mutual.
I took you home, rescuing you from the squalor of despair where some bikers were about to rip you to shreds. It’s true. Humans, like other animals, kill those of us who are destined for greatness.
You woke in an unfamiliar place with satin sheets and garishly ornate accents. You were confused and hungover.
“Hello?” I heard you eke out a sound, but I waited. I just watched you on the camera. You noticed the hideaway chest at the foot of your bed and recoiled at the clothes laid out for you.
A pair of knee-high nylon stockings, white panties with pink bows along the lining, a pink Moschino miniskirt with a gold belt wrapped around it, and a flaming red silk blouse with a pink heart embroidered that covered it. The outfit screamed warning signs and kidnapping, but you felt your cock get unreliable hard. You couldn’t stop looking at it and imagined yourself wearing it.
You were jerked from your daydream by the massive doors opening from the bedroom. A scantily clad young woman walked through with a silver platter sporting a mix of items.
It was not breakfast, and you were grateful due to the nausea brought on by too much of the devil’s liquid. She couldn’t have been more than 18 or 19, and she moved so gracefully, like right out of a picture show from the 20’s. I took her I’m, and my breathing stopped as she walked past me with a seductive smile and into the bathroom.
“Are you coming? We don’t have a lot of time.” She called.
You literally pinched yourself, and I found myself giggling. I saw it all from the comfort of the security room. You walked into the massive bathroom, possibly the largest one you have ever been in, but not the biggest in the house. I switched cameras so I could experience the entire transformation.
The young girl was no longer half-dressed but fully undressed. She was in the shower and turning the water on. “Come in, the water is very perfect.” She spoke in a Russian accent.
You undid your robe and pulled off your boxers, but you forgot about the massive hard-on. I saw the embarrassment flood your face and then a resolve, Fuck it! You step into the shower, and the girl moves, allowing you to go under the water.
She grabs a loofah sponge from the silver tray she had brought, which now sits on a shelf. She gets it wet and drenches it with soap. Then, she begins rubbing down your back in sensual circles.
She rubs your ass and opens your cheeks and scrubs deep inside. I see your nice size cock twitching from a different camera angle, and I smile in satisfaction. I can almost see the precum oozing from your tip, and my motherly pussy feels moist.
The woman then turned you around, and your dick almost smacked her in the face. She began scrubbing your stomach and down your thigh. Her hands made their way to your shaft…and she looked up at you with a smile. You were good and soaped up as she began shifting the water stream to your penis, working it gently between her fingers. You groaned in pleasure, and she worked you a bit harder. Then she stopped and began on your legs.
“Now we will shave your legs.” She got up and picked out the shaving cream from the silver platter.
“You’re shaving my legs?” You asked.
Yes, you will need to be presentable to Madam Betty.
“Who is Madam Betty, and where the hell am I?”
“In time, babe. All will be clear…just go with the flow, and it will be most pleasing.”
You didn’t say anything. You had fantasized about having smooth, silky legs since you were a teenager, and hair began growing everywhere. You vaguely remember the woman named Betty who showed up at the bar.
The woman begins rubbing the shaving cream on her legs outside the shower stream and then gently shaves them with the razor she got from the platter. She does an incredible job on both legs. After she towels off, she applies some lotion to make her skin less irritated.
She dresses back into the hot outfit, takes you by the hand, and leads you back to the bedroom. She leads you to the outfit and takes panties, which she then puts on for you. She dresses you completely in the outfit, sits you down, and does your makeup. You are amazed at the person you see in the mirror.
“Now we go see Madam Betty. You look beautiful, love!”
“Thank you. I feel kind of silly.”
“No. You are not silly…you are gorgeous!”
You lead me down a set of stairs, and I realize just how massive this mansion is…you see me standing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Welcome to Debauch Manor, lovely! I am Madam Betty…and you look absolutely gorgeous!”
“Awww! Thank you, but how did I get here, and where am I?”
“You and I were at that nasty dive bar, and I rescued you from that group of bikers that were about to obliterate you, and then you passed out. I brought you here because I knew this would be a safe place for you to blossom and grow.”
“Okay, I guess.”
I explained to you who I was, my place in this world, and how I empowered ducklings to become the swans they were always meant to be. I saw tears swell in your eyes.
“Madam, Betty?”
“Yes, love?”
You look at me sheepishly, “Can you call me Lilly?”
A huge smile comes over my face, and you lean in to embrace me.
I see the eyes of an excited little schoolgirl taking the bus for the first time. I beam at how brave you are to take a chance. You have no idea what I have in store for you.