The Inception of the Club

The shock treatment had the desired effect, within a few days I was walking properly, with even a slight wiggle of my hips. These too had changed shape becoming more rounded and fleshy. After 4 weeks Marilyn declared me ready. "Ready for what?" I asked. "You'll find out tonight." She replied mysteriously. I had no idea what she meant, but we both knew it didn't matter. Whatever it was I would accept it, I was now completely in her control and accepted her slightest wish as a command.

By 7.00pm I was dressed and ready, Marilyn had checked my make up and clothes and declared me perfect. I was instructed to wait in the bedroom. I heard the doorbell ring several times, and I was becoming quite curious about who it could be, Marilyn rarely had visitors.

At 8.00pm I heard, "Deidre, come here." called from the lounge room. I was galvanized into action by the now familiar, though no less painful, electric shock. I slid open the partition and entered the room to be greeted by the stares of Marilyn's guests. There were twelve women and all of them were staring at me.

I followed Marilyn's earlier instructions regarding the video, and when it was over I turned up the lights. "Well ladies, I think it's time I told you why I've invited you here tonight. It's my intention, with you're help naturally," She swept her arm round to include all the ladies in her remarks. "To form a rather unusual club." "A club, what sort of club?" One remarked "Why all the kinky stuff if that's all it was?" Said another "Maybe it's a video club." Joked a third.

Marilyn waited patiently until the noise died down, then she raised her hand for silence, and continued. "The type of club I have in mind will be an exclusive women's club." She waited patiently as several ladies made inane comments, and then once more she raised her hand for silence. "It would be much easier if you all saved your comments until I've finished explaining my idea, agreed?" Marilyn took the ensuing silence as one of agreement and she continued to explain her idea.

"Most of you ladies have experienced some form of business resistance based purely on your sex, right?" Most of those present agreed. "Well I propose we change that situation. The club, I plan to call it LAMBS and I'll explain why in a moment. Anyway, lambs will be an exclusive women's club as I said, it will be very expensive to join, and only those women who prove themselves superior to men will be accepted." "You mean you expect us to turn our men into women like you have with this... this Deidre person, or whatever he calls himself?" One of the women demanded. "In a manner of speaking yes, and by the way, he calls himself what I choose, not what he chooses." I stood at the back of the room, not reacting to what I knew was the truth.

"Well I for one have no intention of making my man look like a fool just to join some knitting circle." She stood up to leave, then turning to one of the other women she asked, "Are you coming Valerie?" Valerie gave it some consideration before replying, "Not just yet Rose, I think I'd like to hear a little more before I commit myself." 2 other women did decide to leave with Rose, which rather surprised Marilyn since she'd fully expected half of them to leave. "Go on Mal, let's hear a bit more about this club of yours." This from an attractive, middle aged woman by the name of Rachel.

"Okay, well first of all, it won't be strictly necessary for any of you to feminise your man, as I have with Deidre, but I can tell you now, it sure as hell is fun and gives you an incredible feeling of power when you do. No, my proposal is that each lady proves her ability to control men. The method would have to be decided by the membership once we form the club." "Well I for one think what you've done to Deidre is perfect and I just might try it with William tonight, though I've got to say, I can't see him turning out as well as Deidre has." The assembled company laughed at this; they all knew her husband and since he was somewhat overweight it would take a miracle to make him look anything like me.

"Well, before we get down to the more serious business of actually organising the club, are there any more ladies who don't consider themselves capable of, or interested in the concept." To Marilyn's delight none of the remaining ladies showed any sign of leaving. "Excellent, in that case I call for nominations for the positions of, Chairman, Secretary, Treasurer, and, shall we say, six other none executive committee positions." "I nominate you as Chairman Marilyn, since you are really the only one who fully understands what the club is about." "Seconded." Said a tall blonde woman by the name of Allison, then added, "All those in favour." Naturally it was unanimous as were all the other nominations and soon Marilyn was calling to order the first official meeting of the LAMBS club.

"First of all, let me explain the name LAMBS. As you are all aware, men have a distinct advantage in business thanks mainly to the 'old boys network' that seems to operate almost everywhere you go." There were nods of agreement from those assembled. "So I propose we start a network exclusively for women, or more specifically, ladies against male business superiority, hence the name LAMBS." "I rather like that," Allison stated, "It sounds so innocent and yet has so much potential."

Marilyn smiled, "Thank you Allison, now, the first point we need to address is the club rules. I have a few suggestions I'd like to discuss, then I suggest we throw it open to the committee to refine and hopefully ratify the final draught." The rest of the evening was taken up with discussion about just what was and wasn't acceptable to the ladies present. Around 11.30pm a final draught was passed to Marilyn and she began reading them out loud for the committee to vote on.

"RULE 1. An initial payment of $100,000 plus an annual payment of $50,000 will be made as membership fees.

RULE 2. All members must deposit $500,000 in an account jointly held by LAMBS and themselves, as surety against possible bad debts. RULE 3. No lady may join the club until she has furnished proof of her ability to conquer men by the provision of a male henceforth known as 'The Entry Fee', said entry fee must be controlled completely either physically or mentally.

RULE 4. All entry fees must be auctioned within 2 weeks of presentation to the club. Any monies resulting from the sale will go to the provider, less a 20% commission. The provider of the entry fee may bid for it if so desired; however, the club will deduct from the purchase price, a commission of 20%. (Exception see Rule 7)

RULE 5. Any member caught bringing a man into the club who is not totally controlled will herself be auctioned and used by members for a period of one month.

RULE 6. Once an entry fee has been presented to and auctioned at the club, it will be kept by the club in suitable accommodation and used by the club and it's members on any and all occasions. In addition, any members may take said entry fee home after making prior arrangement with the owner and club. (Exception see Rule 7)

RULE 7. A member may, if desired, register her entry fee as her private property. If such registration is requested the owner will loses all rights to use the other males in the club without the written permission of 3 members.

RULE 8. Entry fees are the property of the club; it's members and their invited guests. The exception being those registered by members. Once an entry fee is auctioned however, the buyer has first privileges and is deemed to be the owner whilst in the club.

RULE 9. Members may invite guests at any time, and these guests will have the same rights as the member. The member will be responsible for the guest and both member and guest will consider any breach of rules by the guest a breach by both and both will be liable for any disciplinary action required.

RULE 10. Any member or guest caught touching a registered slave will be instantly stricken from the membership roll. Both she and her surety will become the property of the slave's owner.

Marilyn looked up from the paper she was holding to gauge the reaction of the assembly, then asked, "Can I have a proposer and seconder for the acceptance of these rules, subject to change at the committee's discretion of course." The rules were accepted and the meeting closed after deciding to meet again in one month.

Apart from a few phone calls, usually asking advice on the best way to approach their potential 'converts', Marilyn heard nothing from the ladies until the time of the actual meeting. She waited with some trepidation for their decision on continuing the club. She was to be very pleasantly surprised at the outcome when, although three of the original company had decided against joining, the remaining number had, between them, succeeded in convincing several others to attend the second meeting. In fact there were no less than seventeen ladies present at that second meeting, and, with the exception of one particularly obnoxious lady, all offered great potential as members.

The exception, Desiree by name, was, in Marilyn's opinion, totally unacceptable as a potential member and when the visitors had all left, Marilyn called a meeting of the executive to discuss an amendment to the regulations. She proposed a unique black ball system in which any member could, through the committee, object to the acceptance of potential members and voice those concerns to the committee without the general membership ever being aware of whom the objection came from. If, after hearing those concerns, the committee decided the objections were justified, the potential member was informed of their failure to meet the set criteria of the club, with no explanation as to what those criteria were.

On this occasion Marilyn objected to the applicant on the grounds that, in her opinion, the lady was sadistic and while Marilyn had no objection, in principal, to men being punished, she couldn't sanction blatant cruelty, simply because the woman received some erotic pleasure from the inflicting of pain. She was pleased to see that every committee member was like-minded, the rules were amended accordingly and the unsuccessful applicant informed of the decision.

Marilyn was delighted with the progress the club made over the next few weeks. Firstly a premises was found which was big enough, not only for the actual club activities, which would be considerable, but also for the accommodation of the men who would be housed there allowing the members speedy access for their amusement. What's more, it was purchased at a bargain price, due in the main to the fact that it belonged to the husband of one of the members, who 'persuaded' him to part with the building at cost.

In addition, another member had convinced her husband, the owner of a large building company that it would be in his interest to give priority to the renovations, once again, at a bargain basement price. Incredibly it was only a matter of 6 weeks before the premises was ready for the gala opening and Marilyn, together with several committee members were spending an increasing amount of time organising the first nights entertainment.

There were 24 fully paid up members already with commitment from at least 10 others subject to the provision of an 'entry fee', which the 24 had already furnished. That is, they'd introduced and proved their control of the entry fees to the satisfaction of at least one of the committee members. It was decided that they would remain with the individual members until the accommodation was finished.

There was however, one small problem. Marilyn had received a phone call from Lindy, one of her closest friends. It seemed that she was unable to provide a man as an entry fee and she said she'd decided to withdraw her application. Marilyn raced round to Lindy's home immediately. Not only because she was a close friend, but also because Marilyn knew she was not only a natural dominant but also because the travel agency, of which Marilyn owned a part, would profit considerably from her membership.

Sitting beside Lindy, Marilyn patted her leg and asked, "What exactly is the problem?" "Well the truth is," Began Lindy, "I would feel dreadful if I were to be unfaithful to Greg." Greg was Lindy's husband of 10 years; he was totally devoted to her as indeed she was to him. "Is that all?" Marilyn sighed in relief, "No problem, why don't you just dress Greg up and bring him along, he'd do that for you wouldn't he?"

Lindy grinned, "Of course he would, you know I can get him to do anything I like simply by pouting if he even considers refusing." As a demonstration Lindy gave her bottom lip a sort of quiver and opened her big blue eyes wide, she looked for all the world like a frightened child, her Pageboy styled, blonde hair framing the beautiful delicate features of her face. Though any resemblance to a child ended abruptly at her neck. From there down she was all woman, and despite the fact she was only around 5'4' tall, her ultra feminine curves belied any youthful impressions her face suggested.

"Then where's the problem?" Marilyn asked. "Well first of all I thought that would be cheating, you know, taking along a willing partner. Second, well I know you have to auction them off after you've presented them, and, well you might think I'm being silly but I couldn't bear the thought of any other woman having my Greg, even if it's only when I wasn't using him." "Well in that case why not just register him?" "What do you mean?" "You get his butt tattooed with your name and membership number plus a few other details. From then on no-one can touch him without your permission, of course, you need to get 3 members to sign for you if you want to use any of the other men in the club, but I'm sure.." "I don't, I mean, well I'm happy with just Greg, I don't want any of the other men."

"Are you sure you can get Greg to cooperate, I mean, you know the rules about not having a man in the club unless you're in complete control of him, well it would still apply even if you are registering him." Lindy laughed and called out, "Greg, Come in here a minute would you please?" Greg was a slightly effeminate man of around 35 years old, 5 years Lindy's senior. His slim features somehow made him look taller than his 5'8' and in a peculiar way, Marilyn could see why Lindy found him so attractive, most women had an almost overwhelming urge to mother him.

"Yes Lindy?" He asked. Without appearing to take much notice of him, Lindy said "Oh Greg, there you are, I've got to go to a function at the new club Marilyn has started, and I want you to come." "No problem." Greg replied, "Is that it?" "Yes, oh and you'll have to dress as a woman." Greg had started to leave and he stopped in his tracks and swung around to face the ladies. "As a woman? Why?" He almost shouted, "Because I want you to, but if it's too much trouble I'm sure Marilyn can find a man for me to go with who doesn't mind doing one small thing for me. Could you Mal?" Before she could open her mouth Greg blurted out, "NO, I mean, that's okay Marilyn, if Lindy wants me to dress as a woman I suppose I can do it, this once." "Well more than once actually, more like, whenever I take you to the club." Greg sighed, "If it makes you happy sweetheart."

"Oh yes I nearly forgot, you'll have to have your bottom tattooed." Greg looked as if he was about to protest, but before he could speak Lindy added, "Unless of course you'd rather I sold you to one of the other members of the club, that is the alternative isn't it Mal?' "Fraid so, one or the other." "It's up to you Greg, which will it be?" Once again Greg sighed in resignation, "I'll be happy to have a tattoo if it will make you happy Lindy, anything else?" "No right now sweetie, unless... Mal are you busy?" "Not at all, why?" "Well it occurred to me that you've had more practice at dressing men as women, maybe we could dress Greg up while you're here and you can give me a few tips. Tell you what Greg, why don't you go into the bathroom and shower. Oh yes, shave all the hair off your body while we discuss what to dress you in." Marilyn was astounded at the almost casual way Lindy took for granted the fact that Greg would do whatever she wanted, which he did without further comment.

Lindy led Marilyn into the main bedroom. "I'm not sure I'll be able to find anything to dress Greg in, all my clothes will be much too small for him. Well except for my underwear of course," She grinned sheepishly at Marilyn, "I am rather...endowed in certain areas aren't I?" "Well that's a pretty good start, once Greg gets used to wearing your underwear, the rest will be easy. I don't suppose you own a corset do you? They always seem to help lower a man's resistance, not that Greg seems to be offering much." "As a matter of fact I do have a couple somewhere," Lindy searched through one of the drawers, "Ah yes, here they are." She help up two corsets, one black lace the other red satin trimmed in the black lace. She saw the look on Marilyn's face and quickly added, "Don't ask." Rewarding her with another disarming grin.

When Greg came in the two ladies set about feminising him while he stood and sat as ordered, without offering the slightest resistance or comment. Even when, after dressing him in red corset, matching red satin panties and black stockings, they not only insisted on applying full make up to his face but also gluing false fingernails on his hands and painting them as well. Lindy decided he could do his own toenails later. Greg was told he could keep Lindy's underwear on until she was able to buy him clothes of his own the next day, including a few pairs of shoes, since none of hers would fit him. They all returned to the lounge room where the two ladies ignored Greg as they discussed the upcoming opening of the club. An hour or so later, Marilyn bid them both goodnight and left to a parting comment from Lindy of, "You should see the nightie I intend to have Greg wear to bed."

Finally the big night arrived. It had been decided that that Gwen, one of the applicants known to all the committee, would be appointed manager of the club. Instead of a salary, she was given honorary membership at no cost, plus a percentage of any profits the club made, which Marilyn knew would be considerable since she had several club services planned for the not too distant future. It was further decided that Gwen would still be expected to provide an entry fee in order to prove her ability to handle any problems that might occur. She did this in the most convincing and impressive way possible, on the night of the opening all members and prospective members were greeted by the sight of not one but two huge men standing on either side of the door as they entered. Both men stood in excess of 6'4" and judging from their superbly muscled physiques they must have weighed well over 250 pounds.

Their bodies were oiled, and glistened in the subdued light. The only clothing they wore were tight leather shorts, silver chains ran from collars around their necks to manacles on their wrists, which, while giving them reasonable freedom of movement in their arms, also indicated their complete subservience. It was further decided that Deidre, by now almost an institution among members, would be appointed permanent receptionist/staff coordinator answerable only to the committee and Gwen.

The opening night was a huge success; there was plenty of entertainment, provided in the main by the entry fees. In fact, it became something of a competition between the members seeing whose protégé could outdo the others. Marilyn, while probably a little biased, decided there was no contest. In her opinion an extremely seductive and erotic dance routine put on by her own Deidre together with, of all people, Greg, was by far the best show. Oddly enough, apart from Lindy, no one requested registration of their entry fees, this despite the fact that at least two of them brought their husbands.