Mamí Teaches Young CD Pt. 3

Nadia spoke to me with her face in the pillow, instructing me in muffled words to spread a small amount of the coconut oil down her back and start massaging. Her bed was too low to the ground for me to stand, so I sat next to her back with my knees folded and my feet tucked under my booty and began rubbing the oil into her back.

As I rubbed in a circular motion on each shoulder I wondered, is this supposed to be girly practice? Is serving powerful people like Senora Nadia just a part of being a woman?

It dawned on me as I moved my hands down to her mid back that over the course of an hour I had slowly begun to see my future as the future of a woman. Is this happening? Will Nadia help me tell my family and free me to dress like this all the time?

To shave my legs every time I shower, to match my sparkly belly piercing to my outfits, to feel the perfect hug of a bra and panties, to do all of those things would make me the happiest girl in the world. I decided then and there, as I worked oil into Nadia's lower back, that I would live my best life with her help or without it. But oh, I hope I have her help.

Finished with her back and feeling more confident in myself than ever, I began working Nadia's right leg with coconut oil, from the calf up. My head felt clear and without trying I almost purred the words, "I love your legs Mami."

Nadia's head popped up and she looked back at me as I knelt dutifully by her feet moving my thumbs up and down her calf. "Somehow, the more girly you look, the more girly you talk." She said thoughtfully, "Maybe you are closer than I thought."

I bit my tongue from asking her what comes next and worked my way up her leg to her thighs. Her legs gleamed and her tight skin was almost shiny, it was stretched so tight over her muscles. As I worked oil into Mami's quad muscle she let out a little moan and I snuck a smile and a whispered "yes!" behind her back.

Or I thought I did, without lifting her face which was back buried into her pillow, Nadia said, "I heard that."

I felt like I could feel her smiling behind those words, and blushed and rededicated myself to serving her muscular body.

I finished up with her muscular ass and then Nadia flipped over. I clapped five white tipped pink fingers to my mouth as Nadia's - Senora's boobs lay exposed before me.

She grinned at my shock, "If you are going to join us woman you can't act surprise when a woman's tits are out. They'll find out your just a boy dressed like them." She warned me gently.

I nodded quickly and scooped out some more coconut oil and began massaging her shin with my thumbs. Nadia watched me silently as I focused on my work, feeling each muscle in her calf and shin ripple under my weak grip, I hoped I was doing a good job. I felt so weak to be massaging her. But I also felt hot, like, really hot, sitting like an obedient girl on her knees, serving her Mami's wishes.

As I moved up her knee and to her thigh, I scooted closer to Nadia and she laid a gentle hand on my shoulder, but I didn't look up. I wanted to show her how focused I was on pleasuring her.

"You know being a woman comes with power mi hija."

Without glancing up I asked, "It does?"

"Of course," Nadia replied, "Men will empty their pockets for a beautiful woman, and with a little more work, you can become the kind of woman that attracts that kind of man."

I shifted back down the bed to work on her left leg. "How would I ever let all these men know I exist?" I wondered aloud as I worked.

Nadia replied softly, almost prophetically, "Just step outside."

I tried to understand what Nadia meant by that as I finished massaging her strong legs. I started in on her arms but she stopped me with a raised hand and patted the spot just above her panty line with a hand. "Come here, princesa, put your head here."

Without hesitating I gently laid the side of my head on Senora Nadia's belly, feeling my earring press cold into my neck.

My face was facing hers, and she looked down at me between her two rather large breasts that I had been trying not to stare at for fear of getting in trouble.

"Thank you for the massage, I needed that." She said, making eye contact with me from between her breasts. They were so perky I would have thought they were fake, but somehow I knew Senora would never do that. Her nipples were a darker brown than the skin around them and stood up straight.

She must have caught me gazing at them because she pinched my cheek and said, "Focus princesa, I'm surprised, I assumed you didn't like women."

As she pinched my cheek I grabbed her hand and held it against my exposed neck for a moment.

I thought for a moment, before she pulled her hand back and I said, "You know my whole life I have almost never felt anything towards girls. I never thought they were hot, or cute, or anything. I just looked secretly at the boys every year and had my fantasies. But every so often I would see a woman... a woman, like-"

"Like me?" Nadia asked.

"Yes, like you," I answered and quickly added, "Your strong, but your not too muscly like those body builder ladies,"

"The what ladies?" Nadia asked.

"Nevermind, but what I'm saying is its not just big muscles, its just like your energy is strong and makes me feel warm and safe."

Nadia stroked my hair as she pondered, "Hmmmmm, so when you look at me, you want to have sex with me?"

I felt myself letting out a purr as her hand felt so good in my hair and then said, "I mean not like normal girl guy sex, I guess. Maybe more like-"

"That little thing between your legs isn't gonna be able to handle me," Nadia broke in laughing.

"Stawwwwppppp!" I protested, "Don't make fun of it!"

She stopped laughing and gazed down at me lovingly, "It's okay mi hija, you are perfect just how you are."

The warmth of these words flooded me and I nuzzled into her belly and asked, "What does mi hija mean?" And quickly added, "Sorry I know you told me no questions, but-"

"No te preocupas mi hija," Nadia assured me, "And Mi hija means my daughter in Spanish."

She watched as I raised my head an inch to look at her, "Your daughter? But I have a mom, plus your so hot it would be weird-"

Nadia brushed my lips with a lazy finger, a sign I had learned meant be quiet so I stopped babbling.

"No I'm not your mother like that," Senora Nadia explained, "More like... I take care of you and make sure you are happy and okay."

"Do you have other hijas?" I inquired, testing the word on my tongue.

"Yes, I have a few," Nadia said running a finger down my chest, "I get them pretty and ready like you, and bring them out into the world, and they meet those men I was talking about."

And just like that it clicked. "Ohmygod," I said breathlessly, "You mean like prostitutes? Like I'm your prostitute? And your my pimp?"

Nadia patted me and I calmed down slightly. "No, no, no, I'm your Senora, it's better than a pimp, I don't hit, I don't bring you around drugs, and I make sure any men you meet are gentle kind men."

I sat straight up, "Nadia - I'm sorry, Senora Nadia, are you getting me all dolled up to see if I could be a good prostitute? I'm sorry Mami but I don't think I could do it. I mean I could learn to suck... maybe... but I've..." I stammered at this point, "I haven't even put any fingers up there."

With this Nadia sat straight up too, "You never played with yourself?" "No," I said feeling ashamed somehow, "I tried once and it hurt."

With these words I turned away from her and she sat up and gently held my shoulders, "Awwwww poor baby, don't be upset," She consoled me and pulled me forcefully into her lap so that her tits were pressed into my back and my ass was pressing against her vagina. I felt a twitch in my bikini bottoms.

"It's okay princesa, I can help you with that," She cooed into my ear as her strong arms wrapped my flat chest. "With this," She said, scooting towards the edge of the bed and scooping up the coconut oil. "You just need some lube." She said lovingly and as she stirred a finger round the gloopy coconut oil she directed me to check the time on her phone.

I tiptoed to her dresser and tapped the screen to see the time was almost 3 pm. I had been at the "doctors" for almost two hours now.

Nadia thought a moment, finger still stirring the coconut oil, and then said, "Okay mi hija, here's your choice. I can teach you some makeup tricks and then I can help you with your tightness," at this word she grinned ominously, "Or we can do makeup and then I can teach you how to do your hair."

I pondered my options, this felt like another test, like the nails, I had a feeling I knew which answer would please Senora more.

"The first choice please Mami!" I beamed excitedly. I was all in at this point, so far, every step further, every time I obeyed Mami, I reached a new feeling of self love. So why stop now?

Nadia's reaction told me I made the right choice, with a proud nod, she wiped the coconut oil onto one of her gorgeous brown thighs and stood up and led me towards the bathroom mirror by the shoulders.

"First we do your eyes," opening the mirror she produced a black colored pencil, a small tray of various pastel greens, blues, and pinks, a teeny toothbrush looking thing, and lastly, a light brown thin tipped marker. She showed me the light brown, almost tan colored pencil first.

"First the brows, we start by fluffing," Nadia took the skinny toothbrush and brushed my eyebrows upwards, they immediately looked more full.

"Then, we draw a line across the bottom of your eyebrow with this pencil, don't push too hard and follow the line of where the hair ends, then do the same across the top of your eyebrow until the lines meet at the corner of your brow." As she instructed, she traced the perimeter of my eyebrows with the pencil. Her hand was so steady it took me a second to see that she had given my eyebrow a more firm outline and that it now had the kind of clean, sharp edges that I see in magazines.

Nadia stood behind me as she did this wrapping her hands around me to my face and I struggled to pay attention to what she was doing and not get lost in her sharp but beautiful eyes.

Senora finished my other brow and I wiggled them, enjoying the dramatic look they now had.

"Next, just a little bit of eye shadow," And with a tiny brush, Nadia dusted a light pink onto my eyelids. It was barely noticeable but somehow it made a huge difference, my whole eye looked different.

I batted my eyes to see if I had reached full femininity and Nadia, who was at the dresser rummaging again, sucked her teeth, "I can hear you trying the eyelash look again, it won't work until you get extensions," she reminded me.

"Howwww did you know I was doing that?" I cried exasperated, "I swear you can read my mind."

Nadia returned to her position behind me in front of the mirror and showed me a pair of fake blond lashes in one hand, and an instrument that looked like circular tweezers in another.

"I can read your mind because your mi hija," She cooed, and then got serious, "Close your eyes, no peeking." I did as I was told and felt pressure along one eyelid, and then another. "Oh wow," Nadia said proudly, "I think that was the missing piece, I could send you out right now, not even with any lipstick."

"Can I open my eyes Mami?" I pleaded, "Pretty Pleeeeease?"

Senora Nadia smacked my cheek lightly, "Men don't want a girl who whines like that," She assured me, "Now open your eyes." And for the first time, I gazed upon my true self.

Nadia was right, I didn't need anything else. The penciled brows, pink eye shadow, and most of all the eyelashes, which were thicker then my natural lashes and about twice as long, they all combined to form a face that broke my brain for a second.

My mouth hung open, "Wh-What?" I looked to Nadia's warm smile for help but she only laughed and left the bathroom to put the weird tweezers away.

"Try your eye trick now mi hija," She suggested as she appeared behind me with a shiny metal case and some lipstick tubes and more pencils. I did, batting my eyes in the mirror and immediately I started giggling.

"Ohmygod you were right!" I shrieked, my eyes now looked sultry and powerful.

"Hold still, we don't have too much time left," Nadia reminded me and I straightened my neck and held still as she opened the shiny metal case to show powders that looked a lot like what she put over my eye.

She dipped a brush into a pink powder that matched my eye and began lightly dabbing it onto my cheeks, "With blush, not too much, okay princesa?" Nadia made eye contact with me as she said this and I nodded obediently.

"Okay Senora Nadia."

With another colored pencil, this one a reddish color with a hint of brown, Nadia lined my lips and explained, "You do the pencil first for lips, and the pencil second for brows, okay?"

"Yes Mami." I said after being sure she was done outlining my lips.

They looked odd with just the liner but a second later Nadia was telling me to pout and gliding a tube of red sparkly lip gloss across my lips. "Now smack your lips like this," and she demonstrated, smacking her lips. I obediently copied her and felt her yank my hair into a high and tight ponytail as I smacked my lips.

In a matter of seconds she had my hair in a perfect high ponytail that almost matched hers.

"I look like you Senora Nadia" I said beaming.

She laughed and told me to take pictures of all the makeup she used.

I did as I was told and took one last look at my first face as a woman before following Nadia to her bed.

"Okay mi hija, untie your skirt and get on your hands and knees," Nadia's voice had become fully warm and loving, and she caressed my shoulder as I struggled to untie the knot with my new french tips.

She gently placed her hands on mine, removed mine from the knot, and quickly undid the knot and let my skirt fall to the floor by the bed. Then with my hand placed daintily in hers, she led me onto the bed like a real princess and showed me where to put my knees and my hands.

"Por favor mi hija, face away from the pillow, your makeup will smear all over it."

Feeling almost empty headed I replied, "Mmkay Mami," and waited there, on my hands and knees until I felt her weight on the bed behind me.

I heard a sound from behind me and realized that she had started humming. She hummed in a low dusky tone as she pulled my bikini bottoms aside, exposing my hole.

Her hum was interrupted by a chuckle, "Did you shave this today princesa?"

"Yeah but not because I thought, I'm not sure why I just randomly deci-"

"Shhhh, Shhhhh, it's okay." She cooed and I calmed down and looked down at my pretty nails as her humming continued.

I started to breathe a little deeper with each passing moment and soon I was humming along with Nadia as if hypnotized. Without looking at what she was doing, I hummed the tune with her, not even being sure that I knew what tune it was, and I gazed at my french tips.

At first I just felt cold and my state of relaxation was interrupted with a start. Nadia patted my ass and then rubbed it and I felt the cold return. I felt a cold wet point circling around my hole and suppressed a shiver as the point moved closer and closer inwards, until the probing started. A dull pain, a cold point circling my hole, then a dull pain. I looked to the right and realized I could see what Nadia was doing in the mirror. I watched, still humming along with her, as she applied some coconut oil to her finger and rimmed my hole with it, and then gently pushed inwards, which this time was a little more pressure than the last, before returning to rimming my hole.

The 5th or 6th time I felt the dull pain, it was quickly followed by the otherworldly sensation of my hold opening to accept Nadia's finger. The feeling was all of a sudden not pain, but warmth, and I groaned and my elbows buckled.