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First Time

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This story is not entirely a work of fiction, though it is the first I have written so I would love constructive criticism is always appreciated.

First Time

They had been speaking for weeks now. He knew a lot about her and her about him. They had even met a few times before this night. She had been interested in BDSM before, so many different things she had wanted to try but was always unable to do so. Her daughter was away for the night. So it would be perfect. She had even told him that with others that she had to tell them what she wanted. He assured her that he would be in control. She would only have to obey a few rules of his and he would see to it that this night, her first time, would be a night to remember.

It was seven thirty that night, a cold night. The wind was howling as it blew through the air. The sounds it made reminded him of the sounds of ghosts. A single light on at the apartment he was going to. Making his way up the steps to the top floor. The sound of his heavy leather boots as they hit the cement of each step. Once to the door he looked at the key in his hand. He was given it in advance to let himself in. He adjusted the large sack he carried over his shoulder before using the key to unlock the door and let himself in. a few candles lit the room keeping it Dim but still lit enough to see. And then there was his prize. A beautiful woman kneeling on the carpet for him. Her legs spread so he could see all of her. Her body void of all clothing. Her head down not daring to make eye contact unless given permission. Her hands resting palm up on her legs.

He set his sack down on the ground with a thud. Stepping up to her with a smile on his face. His hand reaching out to run through her long dark hair. She didn’t tie it back but he didn’t mind. sex hikayeleri He liked her hair as long as it was. He felt her head lift to his touch and then she reached her hands up to his pants. Her fingers working his zipper down before fishing his cock out. She loved his cock, everything about it would make her tremble with excitement. Leaning in she began to kiss and lick upon his shaft. She wanted to show him how much she missed him and knew she could not speak just yet. His cock throbbing at her attention and he reluctantly pulled away. Nodding his head as he smiled to her.

“Such a good girl.”

Her face turning red at his words. “Thank you Sir.”

He grabbed his sack once more reaching into it after he opened it up. Pulling out red silk rope he looks to her. Smiling before motioning her to stand up. She nods her head and slowly stands as she was told to do. He began to tie her up with the rope. Letting the silk caress her body slowly. This was for looks nothing more. The rope moving between her legs dragging against her pussy. Her wetness soaking the rope as it rested between her pussy. He had even tied a knot in the rope so it would rest against her clit. He even tested it by pulling upon the rope only to hear her moan out in pleasure at the feel of the knot pressing against her.

Slapping her ass he whispers into her ear as he stands behind her. “Such a good little slut.” He ties one more small piece of rope against the harness he made using it as a leash. Moving to sit down on the couch. He looks at her standing there. Seeing her legs rubbing together trying to get the rope to rub against her clit again. Wanting to feel that pleasure once more. He however tugged upon the lead he had made. Pulling her to kneel at his feet. His hand caressing her head porno hikayeleri once more.

“Such a good slut, I know how much you have missed me and you have me for the night.”

She blushes at his words. Something she had begged for was finally going to happen. She had him to herself all night.

“Thank you Sir.”

She leans in and nuzzles into his leg some before moving to kneel between his legs instead of on the side. Her face nuzzling at his crotch once more. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to explore him. She wanted everything she could get form him. She felt him throbbing through his black slacks and would begin to kiss at the prize that was hidden.

He knew how much she loved to please him and he was more than willing to let her have what she wanted. Nodding his head to give her permission to do what she wanted. She smiles to him and once again would unzip his pants. Fishing out his semi erect cock. Oh how she loved it, kissing at it slowly. Giving a soft moan at the taste of his skin. He was uncut something she had never had before she was with him. Something about that made it even more enticing to her. With one hand she caressed his shaft. Gently pulling the skin back to reveal the head of his cock. Slowly she ran her soft tongue over it watching him pull back slightly. That movement made her shudder in pleasure alone.

Slowly taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue licking around the head of his cock between the foreskin. Moaning out around him would only make him smile. One hand moving to run through her hair once more, pulling gently upon her hair to show he was enjoying himself. Her fingers kept caressing over his thighs, one hand still stroking his cock. Whatever wasn’t in her mouth being caressed by her tongue seks hikayeleri would still get attention. She even made sure to lift his cock up and give his sac attention before going back to suck his cock once more.

He would lean back his hand still holding her hair before he would shove her face down. Forcing his cock even more into her mouth. Forcing her to take it into her throat as he moans out even more She would gladly accept him into her throat though she would pull back and begin a steady rhythm of moving back and forth.

He smiled watching her. Moaning out lightly at her attention even more. She was such a good slut for him. He knew he needed to give her something for what she was doing. Reaching his hand down to caress her cheek her eyes would look up to him though she didn’t stop.

“Go on my little slut. Play with your pussy like a good girl.”

Moaning out her thank you to him her free hand moves quickly to the rope between her legs. Her fingers rubbing against the knot in the rope. Rubbing that silk against her clit. She could not hold back her moans around his cock. With each moan he felt a slit vibration form her throat and with her tongue. His cock throbbing even more for her inside her mouth.

“My little slut, are you ready for your treat?”

Her eyes lit up at his words. Nodding her head slightly and starting to move her head faster along his cock now. Sucking upon him more and more. She felt his body tense up knowing what she wanted was coming. Lifting her head back until just the head of his cock was in her mouth. He would not hold back as he watched her. His cum spewing forth from his cock. Coating her mouth with his thick seed. Sh would moan out even more at knowing she had done such a good job.

She did not swallow yet. She wanted to wait making sure she got it all from him. Swallowing what she had in her mouth she pulled back. Smiling up at him before nuzzling his cock once more. Tonight was going to be a fun night and it had only just begun.

To be continued . . .

The Writer’s Secret Ch. 11-12

Babes

Synopsis: Loren had no idea what he was getting into when his agent suggested he write transvestite fiction. Nor did he realize how eagerly his wife Stephanie would embrace the idea of feminizing her husband. How far would they go?

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Chapter 11: Pierced

Over the next two days, Loren got used to life as a sexy maid to a woman of whim. Stephanie got used to having a servant. In fact, she was enjoying this more than ever. Anything she wanted, Loren did without question. Any time she wanted to feel powerful, she gave him orders she knew he wouldn’t want to do or she made him risk being exposed to the neighbors. It felt incredible having that much power over her husband. And best of all, he seemed to love it as much as she did.

On the third day, she decided it was time for the next step in his feminization. At first, she wasn’t sure she wanted to take this step. It seemed a little permanent. And even though Loren had technically given her the power to do whatever she wanted to him, she still wasn’t sure how far she should push things. But then, she was also too excited to stop. Indeed, the thrill of further feminizing Loren was just too much to resist and she actually found herself fingering herself as she considered it. So it was time to take Loren back to the mall.

Stephanie walked into the kitchen where Loren was putting away the dishes. She wore gray slacks, black flats, and a creamy-white sweater. She twirled the car keys in her hand. Loren wore the black maid’s uniform with the red mules. These didn’t normally go with the uniform, but he hadn’t been properly “servile” at breakfast, so she made him wear the mules as punishment because she knew they were incredibly uncomfortable for him. Plus, she loved the way he tottered around on them.

He curtseyed when she entered the room.

“Go to the bedroom and change your clothes. I’ve laid everything out for you. Then meet me in the living room.”

Loren made his way to the bedroom. On the bed, Loren found the tan suit and jacket, the white blouse, tan pantyhose, and a pair of Stephanie’s taupe pumps with a one inch, square heel. He changed into the outfit and went to meet her. Overall, the effect was surprisingly feminine, especially as Stephanie had continued to “clean up” his eyebrows into a delicate arch and had curled his hair even more. All in all, he looked like a woman, except for one glaring defect.

“You might want to put on some panties,” Stephanie said.

“There weren’t any on the bed.”

Stephanie started to reprimand him for not thinking, but then it struck her this was a sign of her growing power. She had forgotten to include panties, so he went without. He didn’t try to add any and he didn’t question her, he just went without. She smiled. “Go put on your girdle.”

Loren winced. He hated wearing the girdle because it crushed his testicles and squeezed his penis uncomfortably against his body. “Do I have to?”

Stephanie laughed. “You tell me, Loren?” She rubbed his erection, which made his skirt stand straight out.

He looked down at the bulge in his skirt. “Yeah, I guess so.”

When Loren got into the car, he had no idea they were headed back to the mall, but he soon realized that was their destination. After his terrifying and humiliating walk back through the mall after Stephanie told him that people could spot him because he looked like a man, he had no desire to ever go back. But Stephanie gave him no choice, and she did assure him he could pass this time because he looked “ordinary.” In other words, in the conservative tan suit and the low-heeled beige pumps, few people would give him a second look and what they would see with the first impression would be feminine enough not to arouse suspicions. Hence, his fears were allayed. And as they walked through the mall and people seemed to pass them by without incident, he even began to gain confidence that no one would spot him.

As before, they needed to walk through almost the entire mall to reach their destination. Stephanie did this intentionally because she wanted Loren to spend as much time as possible in public to get used to it.

“There it is,” Stephanie said, pointing toward a small booth where a teenage girl was selling earrings. The booth was about twenty feet away and Loren almost collapsed when he realized what Stephanie had in mind.

“I can’t do this!”

“Sure you can! Teenage girls do it all the time, honey. Even boys do it now.”

“No! I won’t do it. I don’t want anything permanent. Getting my ears pierced is permanent.”

“I gave you my conditions and you agreed. Are you trying to back out now?”

“I might!”

She raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. “Really?!”

“Yes, really,” he said. Traces of panic could be heard in his voice.

“You’re ready to give up all this fun? Ready to give up the heels and the skirts?”

Loren nodded his head. He was breathing hard.

Stephanie scowled. “So you’re fine being a sissy, just so long as we don’t pierce your ears, is that it?” she said loudly enough that the girl at the booth looked their Bahis Sitesi way.

“Please keep your voice down!” he whispered.

Stephanie placed her hands on her hips. “Why? You don’t want me telling the world my husband is a sissy?!” she said even louder.

“Stop it!”

“Don’t you tell me what to do!”

“Don’t do this, please.”

“Loren, you’ve spent the past week prancing around the house like a fairy princess in women’s clothes and women’s shoes, acting like a total sissy. You could have stopped at any time, but you didn’t because you love it. In fact, you’ve all but begged me to feminize you, to control you, and to humiliate you. Well this is the price of that, sister. If you want that to continue, then it’s going to continue on my terms—”

“But I don’t want my ears pierced!”

“I’m not going to play this game, Loren, where you act like I’m in charge until I try to make a decision. If you want this to continue, then you better learn right now to submit to me.”

“Fine,” he said quickly and nervously. He glanced around to see if anyone heard her.

Stephanie shook her head and kicked her heel against the floor. “No. You’re not going to humor me and then later pretend this didn’t happen. It’s time you made a decision.” She folded her arms. “It’s your choice. You can go back to being Loren, an average man whose wife knows his little secret, a secret he’s afraid of, or you can step out into the light and be my Laura. But this is the last time I ask. It’s all or nothing from hereon out.” She looked at her watch. “I’m going to get a new pair of earrings. I’ll give you a minute to decide.” She walked over to the booth.

Loren stared at his wife. He honestly didn’t know what to say. On the one hand, he was enjoying this incredibly despite himself and he didn’t want it to end. Also, the idea that he would never again get to wear heels or skirts or makeup strangely bothered him a lot. On the other hand, he didn’t know if he could truly bring himself to submit to his wife. His masculine ego kept fighting him every time he tried. It also worried him that he didn’t know what she was thinking. If she was willing to pierce his ears, what else would she do to him which could never be undone? How far would she push this? Would she expose him to their friends? The prospect terrified him. . . yet, it excited him too.

Loren suddenly realized he’d been standing there for a long time, though he didn’t know how long — he had no watch. If he was going to say yes, then he needed to do it now, otherwise Stephanie would take his answer as a no and his walk back to the car would be the last steps he’d ever take in a skirt. But did he want to say yes? What would he do? He walked over to Stephanie who was chatting with the girl behind the booth. He still didn’t know what he would say.

“I. . . can I speak to you,” he asked his wife.

“Go ahead.”

“I mean alone.”

Stephanie shook her head. “No, if you have something to say, Jennifer can hear it too.”

Loren shuddered. He took a deep breath. “I want to continue.”

Stephanie threw her arms around Loren, kissing him on the lips. “You won’t regret this, Laura!” She turned to Jennifer who looked stunned by Stephanie’s embrace of the other woman. “Jennifer, meet my husband Loren. He wants his ears pierced.”

Chapter 12: Laura Gets Caught

Stephanie had left for work a few minutes before. Her week-long vacation was over. Loren finished cleaning the kitchen and went to put away some dishes in the china cabinet in the living room. Loren still wore the red maid’s dress Stephanie told him to wear today. He considered changing out of the maid’s dress before he started the housework, because it was impractical and not all that comfortable, but he hadn’t. If he was being truthful with himself, he was coming to like feeling “dominated” by Stephanie. Indeed, feeling submissive was giving him an unexpected thrill. And wearing the ridiculous maid’s dress even when no one was watching made him feel very submissive. He did, however, change out of the four-inch heels Stephanie wanted him to wear with the dress and into a pair of basic low-heeled black pumps. The heels were just a little too uncomfortable to wear all day and, he told himself, he could feel just as “dominated” in low-heeled pumps.

After Loren finished replacing the dishes, he planned to go upstairs and jerk himself off. He needed it. Except for the one night and the incident at the store, Stephanie had denied him release all week and the pressure was killing him. In fact, he was so ready to explode he constantly leaked pre-cum all week. And with Stephanie having no way to watch him or know if he did it, he intended to get some of the release he craved.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell.

Loren froze. He hadn’t thought about what he would do if someone came to the door. With Stephanie home, he could have hidden while she took care of whoever it was. But being alone, he couldn’t do that. If he had been dressed more “ordinary,” as Stephanie called it when he was dressed as a normal woman rather Bahis Siteleri than a maid or school girl fantasy, then he could have chanced it, assuming it was just a deliveryman and not a neighbor. But seeing as how he was wearing the maid costume, there was no way he could open the door. He couldn’t quietly slip away either. Any attempt to leave the living room would expose him through their front window unless he went through the front hallway. But the front door had a glass frame about chest high. There was a lace curtain over the glass, but whoever it was would easily be able to make out that someone was on the other side wearing something red and feminine. Plus, with the front hallway having wooden floors, Loren was concerned about the sound his heels would make — it didn’t occur to him to take them off. His best option was just to stay put and wait it out.

The doorbell rang again and whoever it was knocked as well.

At this point, Loren’s curiosity got the better of him and he peeked out the front window from behind the curtain.

It was Kathleen! He ducked and prayed she didn’t see him.

She knocked again. Then she yelled, “Loren, let me in.”

He ignored her, but she didn’t go away.

A few seconds later, his phone rang. He crept across the room to look at the caller identification. It was Kathleen. She was calling from the front door using her cell phone. Her voice came over the answering machine.

“Loren, open up.” She paused. “I know you’re in there.”

The machine disconnected. Twenty seconds passed. Loren stared at the machine, waiting to see if she would call again. If she didn’t call within a minute, he would creep back to the window and see if she was gone.

The phone rang again. It was Kathleen again.

“Let me in, Loren. I can see you, sweetie. Open up and let’s discuss this.”

Loren’s jaw dropped. What did she mean? Discuss what?

She continued. “Open up, or I’ll tell everyone.”

Loren panicked. He grabbed the phone. “Kathleen, hi! I didn’t hear the phone, I was in the shower.”

“Uh huh.”

“What. . . what were you saying?”

“I said to let me in.”

“I can’t, I’m dripping wet and I’m not decent.”

“Naked? Really? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you Loren?”

“No, of course not.”

“Because you don’t look naked from here.”

Loren froze. “From where?”

“Turn around, sweetie.”

Loren spun around. There was Kathleen standing on a large landscaping rock, which made her just tall enough that her smiling face could peer into the window. She waved and then held up her phone and snapped Loren’s picture.

Loren opened the door and reluctantly stepped back to let Kathleen enter. She stood there, with her hands on her hips, her feet spread as wide apart as her pencil skirt and kitten-heeled mules would let her, and an overwhelming smile on her face. She slowly looked Loren up and down. Then she laughed. She reached out and flipped up the crinoline under his skirt, exposing his erection — he wore no panties with this uniform as Stephanie instructed.

“Oh bravo!” she proclaimed. She pinched the end of his penis.

Loren’s face went from pink to red to flaming red. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “I. . . uh. . .”

Kathleen smiled evilly at him. “You what? You can explain?” She laughed again, still holding onto the end of his penis. “I can’t wait to hear this. Go on, sweetie, explain.”

“Stephanie and I have a costume party—”

“Oh please!”

“It’s true,” he protested.

“Then why were you wearing heels at the dinner party.” She pointed at his feet with her free hand, the other remained firmly attached to his penis. “I saw you, Loren!”

“Kathleen, I don’t think I want to discuss this. Please leave,” he said firmly.

“No.”

“Please get out of my house.”

“Loren, sweetie, I don’t think you understand your position here. Not only do I know something you don’t want anyone else knowing, but I have a photo to prove it.” She pulled out her cell phone and took another photo for good measure.

He snatched the phone from her hands, causing her to squeeze his penis so tightly he winced.

She smirked at him. “That won’t help you, but I love the fact you tried. When I took the photo, it automatically loaded to my account. You could destroy the phone and I’d still have the photo.”

“What do you want, Kathleen?!” he asked angrily.

“Right now, I just want to chat.”

“I have nothing to say.”

“Fine!” she declared and she finally let go of his penis. “I’ll just leave until you’re in a more cooperative mood.” She held out her hand. “I’d like my phone back.”

Loren hesitated.

“Seriously, the photos aren’t on the phone anymore, they’re in my account.”

Loren grudgingly returned the phone to her hand.

She started toward the door. “I hope you’re ready for everyone to know about this.”

“Wait!”

“Why should I?”

“What are you planning?”

She turned and smirked at Loren. “Me? I’m not planning anything, but since I’m being Canlı Bahis Sitesi deprived of my fun, I figure I’ll spend the day at the spa and then, when Stephie gets home, I’ll tell her what her husband’s been doing.”

Loren raised an eyebrow. Clearly, Kathleen was trying to blackmail him by threatening to tell Stephanie. Little did she know Stephanie was behind this. He suddenly felt braver. “You go right ahead, I’ll bet Stephanie doesn’t care in the slightest.”

Kathleen shrugged her shoulders. “We’ll see. Oh, and I love the nails!” She snapped another picture of Loren and walked out the front door.

Stephanie sat in her office working on her latest project when her phone rang. It was Loren. He was upset.

“Slow down. What happened?” she asked.

“Kathleen came over and saw me in the maid costume!”

She giggled to herself, imagining the scene as Kathleen stumbled upon poor Loren in his maid costume. She didn’t want him exposed, but she knew Kathleen had better judgment than to start telling everyone. Also, she was beginning to think about the possibility of making this a full-time arrangement and that would mean their friends would eventually need to know. This could be a good test. “That was careless of you,” she said indifferently.

Loren was temporarily stunned to hear his wife blame him for getting caught. “Wait a minute, I’m not the one who insisted that I wear this costume all day.”

“I took you to stores, to the mall and all over town and no one spotted you. You spend two hours alone and you’ve already gotten yourself discovered. Who’s being careless?”

“What are we going to do?” he asked, evading her question.

“First, you’re going to answer my question because when I speak to my little sissy, I expect an answer.”

“I was more careless,” he said and his face burned as he said it.

“Now, tell me what happened.”

“She took my picture with her cell phone and then tried to blackmail me. She said she would tell you what I was doing while you were at work—”

Stephanie laughed. “That’s ironic, isn’t it?”

“I told her you wouldn’t care. Then she left.”

Stephanie closed her eyes and tried to picture the scene. Her leg shook back and forth furiously. Maybe there was a chance to have a little more fun here? “Here’s what you’re going to do. I want you to call her and ask her to come back over. Then I want you to beg her not to tell me. Let her blackmail you.”

“What?! Why?”

“You heard me. Let her blackmail you. This could be fun. Let’s see what she comes up with. Maybe she’s got something really creative in mind? Think of it as a learning experience.”

“But you’re risking my future?”

“No, you risked that when you let her catch you.”

“But this could just make it worse!”

“Those are the breaks.”

“But—”

“No ‘but’, girlie. You agreed to be my submissive little husbandette, now it’s time to submit to my will. And my will is that you let Kathleen do whatever she wants to you,” she purred.

“What if she wants to have sex with me?”

“Anything except that. Oh, and you can’t tell her I know.” She paused. “Now, do you think you can handle this?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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Loren picked up the phone. He’d never dreaded a phone call more than this. He dialed Kathleen’s number.

“Change your mind?” Kathleen asked when she picked up the phone.

Loren swallowed hard. “Please don’t tell Stephanie.”

“Why? What’s in it for me?”

He took a deep breath. “What do you want?”

“I’m not sure I want anything anymore, seeing as how rude you were to me.”

“I’m sorry, please forgive me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I suppose we could work something out,” she said with faked frustration. Her excitement was plain through the phone. Loren remained silent. “Have you changed yet?” she asked.

“No.”

“Good. Then I’ll come over and we can talk about this. Don’t change anything you’re wearing.” She hung up.

The phone rang a moment after Loren set it down. It was his agent. “Cindy, hi, what’s up?”

“I want to see how my favorite writer is doing?”

“Nothing to report. I haven’t started anything yet.”

“Writer’s block?”

Loren looked down at his erection popping out beneath the stiff maid’s skirt. “Something like that.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? I could come over and you could bounce ideas off me?”

Loren bit his tongue. “No, that’s ok.”

“Ok, well, call me if you need anything.”

Kathleen stood before Loren with her arms folded. “So you’re giving up, are you?”

He nodded.

“Afraid I’ll tell Stephanie, is that it?” she smirked.

He nodded again.

“You men are so predictable. You know what this means, right?” she asked.

“I have a pretty good idea.”

“It means you have to do anything I say.”

Loren nodded.

“That’s how it should always be, don’t you agree? Men should always submit to women.”

Loren shrugged his shoulders.

Kathleen furrowed her brow. “Come on, Loren. Tell me I’m right.”

“Yes, men should always submit to women. Women are superior.” He probably wouldn’t have been this helpful a week ago, but he was beginning to find it quite natural to submit. Plus, he didn’t want to anger Kathleen or Stephanie at this point, so he played along.

First Date

Blowjob

We get back to your place after a nice coffee date, it was a great day. We laughed and talked like old friends and the other part of our conversations never came up. When you asked me back to your place, I was hesitant but I said yes anyways knowing that I didn’t want this night to end too quickly.

You let me walk in first, like a gentleman, and I am in complete awe of the beauty just the entryway of your home offers. You laugh as I look around the room and help me with my jacket so you can hang it up on the coat rack beside yours. You give me a few more moments to soak in my surroundings before coming over to me.

“Take your clothes off,” you whisper in my ear.

I turn to look at you, not completely sure if I heard you right. Your face has gone from the friendly face I had seen all night to a stern one of authority. I know better than to disobey you and yet still I am hesitant. The look you give me makes reminds me that I am the slave and it is my place to listen to you.

I slowly start taking my clothes off, I am still very shy and I want to prolong my modesty for as long as I can. “I will tear those clothes off of you if you don’t hurry up.” I know you would too so I quickly take off my shirt and pants, cursing myself for not wearing any panties this morning, and my bra follows shortly after. “Now bend over and pick up your mess and fold them neatly,” you scold me like a child.

I quickly bend over, not even thinking about what you have in mind. I soon find out, as the smack on my ass catches me off guard. It doesn’t hurt, just stings my ass and I know you could do it much harder. This is your way of reminding me of my place, and the power you have, it turns me on.

I make quick work of folding my clothes and standing back up, thanks to your encouraging spanks. You make me give you my clothes and you place them in a hidden wall safe behind a beautiful picture on the wall and lock it.

“A little more incentive for you to please me tonight.” Not that I needed it, but now it keeps me from chickening out. I giggle even though I am nervous as hell now, but you smile at me and jojobet suddenly my fears disappear. I can trust you, I know this. “How about you tie your hair up, Princess.” The nickname makes me smile, even though I know it’s more of a condescending nickname.

I bring my hands up to pull my hair into a nice high ponytail, making sure to get every loose strand of hair. Meanwhile, you take advantage of my raised arms to play with my nipples. You pinch and pull them, twist and flick them while I get my hair set up perfectly.

“Much better,” you smile as you look it over. “Wouldn’t you agree.” You make a show of tugging on the ponytail I made and demonstrate just how much more control it gives you.

“Yes Sir,” I mumble as my cheeks blush.

“What was that, I can’t hear you.” I know you did, you are just trying to humiliate me even more.

“Yes Sir,” I say louder and it echoes through the open entryway.

The smug smile on your face tells me you are enjoying my humiliation as you walk around my body eyeing every inch of it. “What should I do with you,” you whisper in my ear as you run your fingertips over my body. “I want to enjoy everything my slavegirl has to offer.” You tease me more with your fingers as you get dangerously close to my soaking wet pussy.

“My body is yours to do with as you please Sir.”

You laugh at such a statement coming from me, such a shy person, but you appreciate it even more that way. “Get down on your knees.”

I am overjoyed when you say this, I think finally I will be able to show you just how much I can please you. But, you are not done teasing me yet. You make me follow you around the house on my hands and knees as you lead the way to the living room. You sit down in your favourite spot and call me over to you. When I get between your legs you undo your pants and pull your cock out.

“Now show me what that dirty mouth of yours is good for. And, if you do a good job I will give you your bra back to go home in”

I am more than happy to start licking and sucking your cock and I am fully enjoying myself until you turn the jojobet Giriş television on and stop paying all attention to me. I start feeling like such a dirty slut, lower than low, not even worthy of your attention. This is the point. I keep doing my best though, sucking as much as I can, even choking myself on your cock every once in a while trying to get some sort of reaction, but you give me nothing. The only response I ever get is you reminding me that your balls need attention too.

After your program is done you hold my head down as far as you can and buck your hips up to drive your cock as deep down my throat as possible and cum in my mouth. “You better swallow that gift I just gave you.” And I do, happily.

“Thank you Sir,” I blush knowing I am completely submissive to you now.

“For your sake you better hope your other holes please me more than this one.” You stand up and put your pants back up. “Come,” you call to me as you lead the way up stairs to one of the bedroom.

This room is beautiful too. It has a huge four poster bed in the middle of the room with restraints handing from each post. The room is filled with dressers and cabinets and I can only imagine what is in them, but I hope I am about to find out. You are waiting for me by the bed and I get the hint, I quickly go lay down on my back.

I offer my wrists to you and you tie them up to the restraints on the posts and I stretch my legs out expecting you to tie my legs in a spread eagle way but you don’t. You take out ankle cuffs from the bedside table and tie them around my legs. I am curious about this but I know better than to ask. You pull my legs up and tie the cuffs to the same posts my arms are tied, leaving my virgin holes on display and exposed to you.

“Look how wet you are,” you say to humiliate me as you run your fingers up and down my slit. “I think this means I won’t need any lube when I fuck your ass.” I can feel my ass clench and I know you notice too.

You go to one of the dressers and I can’t see what you get but you come back fairly quickly with a few things in your hands. jojobet Güncel Giriş I feel something being exploring my slit and I assume it is your fingers, but I get a surprise when you push the buttplug deep into my ass and give it a little tap.

“I’m too nice to you sometimes.” You start using a blogger on my inner thighs, hitting my pussy and belly every so often just to keep me wondering where the next hit will be. “I’m giving your ass time to get used to being filled before I fuck you.”

“Thank you Sir.”

You flog me a little longer and when I start getting a red tint to my skin, you ask me if I am ready. I have been ready since we ordered our first cup of coffee. But of course nothing with you is ever easy. You make me beg you to fuck me, beg you to take my virginity and turn me into your little slut. While I’m begging, without warning you drive your cock into my tight pussy, making me scream. It hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain, and you are nice enough to move slowly, to let me get used to being filled.

It’s not long before my hips are bucking as much as they can and I feel my orgasm coming. You must feel this too because you are quick to tell me not to cum or I will be punish. You keep pounding my pussy, now as fast and hard as you can, all the while asking how my ass feels as you push the plug in.

After a few more minutes you look down at me, “Which of your holes should I cum into this time.”

I fall into this trap. “My pussy Sir, please.”

“Your ass it is.” You wink and pull out of me.

You pull the plug right out of my ass, but assure me that my ass won’t be lonely long. You take your time this time with my ass and slowly push your cock into my ass, inch by inch. Finally, after some pain and pleasure, your cock is deep in my ass. You slowly start fucking me and wait until I am moaning like a common whore to start picking up the pace. I am loving this fucking almost as much as the fucking you gave my pussy.

“Do you still want to cum,” you ask as you fuck my ass in full force. Of course I do. You let me cum, telling me how dirty I am, enjoying an anal fucking so much that I can orgasm off of it but I don’t care, it feels so good.

Once you have cum deep in my ass, you untie me and lay beside me in bed. “You did well princess,” you kiss my forehead as we cuddle and recover from our night.

Face (Sex, Power, Love) Ch. 03

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At Her Boot

Down on all fours like a dog at her boot I played Gina’s servile pet and indulged an overpowering craving to humiliate myself before my love. I eagerly struggled to obey her command to suck her boot. I selfishly wallowed in my need.

Gina sat with her legs crossed and cavalierly flicked her boot into my face. Gina snickered at my ineffectual efforts, but there was no cheer in that laugh. Her mood was irate and dark.

She caught my hopeful glance toward her face begging for approval, and her vicious grin transformed into a spiteful, focused frown dictating that I redouble my efforts. Gina flipped the boot at my lips, and I caught the tip in my teeth. With a twisting plunge, Gina drove her sole into my face. I sucked, I slavered and I swallowed dirt. I savored leather and I savored my miserable wretchedness. She laughed.

Suddenly, violently, Gina kicked me away. I rocked back to my knees; my lip was bleeding. The spell of submission wavered, “How can I let myself do this. She is destroying me.” Gina’s magnetism immediately drew me back, “I can’t stop; I need her; I yearn for her dominion. I must be possessed by her.”

Gina uncrossed her long leather clad legs. “Suck that blood off your lips; don’t get any of it on my boot or the floor. You’re not done yet; get down. Put your nose on the floor. You’ve only cleaned one boot.” Gina stretched her leg, pointed her toe, and placed her boot on the floor. “Clean it. Slip your tongue under it; clean off the street dirt. That’s good. Push that tongue under there. Show some enthusiasm. You can be so obedient, my boot broken, bitch boy. No, you’re not a boy, not even a dog. You’re my pet tongue. Eric the slippery tongue animal.

“It’s a shame. I can’t let my tongue pet grovel in my pussy, it doesn’t deserve that treat; it hasn’t earned that privilege. Pussy juice seems to bring out the worst in it; it makes it too horny. I don’t think honey tongue has even earned the honor of licking my boot, but I suppose I can be a bit permissive since it is at least trying to be obedient.

“Seeing you bent over like that makes my cunt wet, just the way you like it. All this nice pussy juice that you can’t have, all this sweet stuff you can’t dive into, can’t smear over your face, can’t slurp up. No, neither of us can get what we want because you can’t control yourself. Slut. I let you suck my pussy every day, let you beat off as much as you want, but I guess it wasn’t enough for you. It corrupted you, made you excessively horny, turned you into nothing more than a big penis, no a turgid tongue walking around in public in a suit and tie. You acted like beast, and got yourself fired. Bad, bad tongue animal.” She kicked me again, then jabbed her foot back into my face.

“But, I suppose your scandalous behavior was partly my fault. I have not managed you properly. I was too permissive, and I mistook you for a man rather than the tongue-beast you really are. Because I liked your tongue fucking so much, I became overly indulgent and let you have too much. Yes, I suppose it was my fault. You’re a cunt sucker gone mad. A pussy sucking slut-boy, a tongue-fucking whore whose lustful indecency became so offensive he was fired. Such a pity. Sexually harassing your own secretary, and such a lovely, young and innocent thing—you are disgusting. I am so ashamed that it was partly my fault. I fed you too much pussy. You’re an embarrassment. But enough, let’s move on, lets see if we can repair the damage, or least find a use for you.”

Throughout this xslot tirade, I concentrated on sucking Gina’s boot, rapt in a spell of submission. I sucked her boot as if it were her pussy. I cleaned the dirt off with my tongue, carefully licking each fold and crevice of her boot, while her recriminations struck me like a whip. “Yes I am an embarrassment. Yes, I am disgusting. Clean Gina’s boot. Use your mouth tongue-slave. Make amends; be her thing. You can’t let her leave; you can’t let her throw you away; you can’t live without her.”

My sick reverie broke when Gina pulled her boot back, placed the sole in the middle of my face, and shoved me back. I reared up to my knees to focus on Gina’s scolding lecture. She leaned in toward me with an elbow her knee, loathing in her eyes and a sneer in her voice.

“You’re detestable. I don’t know why I bother with you at all, except that it would be irresponsible to let a beast like you free in the world. But maybe you can be reformed. I think I can do it; I think I can get beyond what you’ve done, and perhaps not exactly forgive, but move on. However, you must change, and change isn’t easy, especially for a self-indulgent oral slut like you. But enough anger. See, I can control my emotions, my anger, and I will teach you the same self-control. Or maybe I should say I will force you submit to my control, the control I will impose upon your filthy obsessions. But you must agree. I want to reform you, to make you into a better thing, but you must make a commitment to change.”

“Yes mis…”

“SHUT—UP!” Gina struck with a roundhouse, openhanded slap across my cheek. I was stunned. I swallowed my instinct to protest her rebuke. The piercing crack was followed by screaming silence.

I lifted my hand to my burning cheek and looked to Gina’s beautiful face. Her soft brown eyes promised a kindness belied the satisfied smirk on her lips. Hope? Gina’s lovely, olive skin, the easy grace of her long limbs, her presence, I didn’t think they could live without these, but how could I let myself be subjected to this abuse. I knew I had screwed up. I was embarrassed, horrified by what I had done. Well, not what I did, but what I had been convicted of doing. My crime looked so much worse than what it actually was.

“Oh, that poor hurt look. That bad Gina is too mean. Is that what you’re thinking? You know Eric you will never find someone who will do for you what I do. Yes, you could easily get girls to spread their legs for you. You are such a pretty slut boy and there are so many dumb bitches out there. But that’s not the same thing is it? I give you something you didn’t even know you wanted; but you want it now, don’t you? Oh sure, part of you still complains, ‘Don’t treat me so bad. It’s too much. Give me just a little of the kinky stuff, but not so much.’ Sorry, but I will treat you so bad. It’s not about you Eric; it’s about me. I will treat as bad as I want, whenever I want, as long as I want, because hurting you is exactly the thing that I want. And when I have had enough, you may say thank you, and get out of my sight until I call you back for more. Do you know why? Because you need it, you crave it. You need the abuse, the control, and the humiliation. And only I can give it to you.

“You know perfectly well that I am your only hope. The things you really crave would have disgusted any of the many women you have known. Only I know your true nature. Only I could reveal to you the revolting, pitiful thing you need to be. Only I have the courage the put you to xslot Giriş your natural born use. Part of you says, ‘I must have my self-respect.’ Well, you can have your self-respect, or you can have me—me and all those perverted things you really need, those things you would not admit to needing until I showed you what you really are.

“So it is your self-respect, or the real you; empty, meaningless whoring, or me; Eric the lost slut-boy looking for pussy from every woman that he meets, or Eric, Gina’s cunt licking tongue slave. It will be one or the other; you must choose. I don’t want this half man, half slave, half big cock on campus, half pussy sucking tongue pet. Choose.”

I gazed into Gina’s eyes like snake charmed. She was right, she had found, or awoken, or maybe hatched something deep within me that I hadn’t known existed. Gina was right, I would never find someone else like her; certainly, I hadn’t known anyone like her before. And that thing she found in me, or infected me with, that gnawing need to surrender, to be used, to be leveled—I was addicted to it. She knew it. Gina was right, the thing I’d become was not compatible with the slightest self-respect. That thing was at once self-loving and self-loathing, a vortex of self-destruction, sucking me down to—what? To become her absolute slave certainly, but would anything be left of me, or the thing I had always thought was me? Could I exist as a simple slave, nothing else? Could I let Gina carve from me all self-respect, all autonomy, and still be a functioning person? But do I care? It would be like suicide to give in to her, but it would be a slow empty death to deny her.

“Cat got your tongue? I told you to choose, me, and all that I demand, or nothing. Speak.”

With that she slapped me again, full force across my other cheek. I gasped, “Gina please, of course I want you, but…” She slapped me hard again.

“No buts, all or nothing. And all would be a lot, more than you can imagine. I will be fair, or at least give fair warning; all means the whole thing. There would be nothing left for you.

“I do want you Eric; it is just that I want you my way, and I want all of you. I don’t have time for negotiations. Give yourself to me, give me everything, be my total cunt lapping slave and you will get more sex than you can imagine. But only in the ways I deem appropriate. You will have the life that I impose upon you. That’s what slave is. Maybe this will help.”

With that, Gina stood and slipped out of her boots, blue jeans, and panties. I was transfixed; I could not stop staring at the dark triangle of her crotch. Gina sat back, and slung a leg over the end of the sofa. She spread the lips of her pussy and casually stroked the bud of her clitoris.

“Come here. Put your face between my legs. Close, but don’t touch. That’s good. Don’t touch; smell. Breathe deep. It’s so wet. Don’t think that I don’t want you Eric; it’s just that I want you my way. You are an excellent cunt sucker and a very pretty thing. I love having you down there between my legs, licking, sucking, slurping, and serving me. Be quiet, watch.”

Gina began rubbing her clit vigorously; she intended to come. I was entranced, inches from her glistening pussy. And the smell, Gina’s smell, enveloped me. How I wanted to dive in, but I obeyed. I watched, careful not to touch, kneeling on the floor between her legs, my face inches from her cunt as she quickly drove herself to climax.

But that smell, that was more than Gina, what was that other earthy xslot Güncel Giriş smell? I suddenly realized that it was another man. As Gina clenched toward her impending orgasm his white ooze peeked out. His slime clarified as it mingled with Gina’s slit drool and seeped down to the trough of her ass. Gina had come home freshly fucked and rubbed her infidelity in my face, quite literally. She didn’t have to say anything, she made me smell it; she stuck my nose in it. I was nauseous. Gina forced me to face the ultimate humiliation.

A cold dry desolation blew through my heart. I should leave, but I can’t. This is too much. But no, it’s not enough. Please Gina let me eat you. Let me clean him out of you. And then, as I bent over her pussy as if in prayer, she came. She shivered, gasped and another dribble of his cream oozed from her hole.

“Oh yes, I do want you. Yes, you Eric. Oops, I guess I’m dripping. You know what that is, don’t you? Sorry, but this is how it must be. One man would never be enough for a woman like me; you should know that. But a man like you could always find his special place in my life. Aren’t you lucky; it could be you. You could be my cunt-licking slave, my dedicated cunt cleaner. You can have that place, but you must choose. Give me total obedience, total servitude; surrender all of you, exactly as I demand. Say yes, and you can clean his come out of me. I will let you suck me clean. Choose me now, and forever; there will be no going back.”

I was lost. “Yes. Yes, Gina. Please take me, use me, whatever you need, just take me.”

“Maybe, but you will have to be good; you must do exactly as you are told, all the time. Can you obey properly? I feel that other boy’s come dripping out, slithering down. Use your tongue and lap it up. Just lap it up what is leaking, clean it up but no tongue fucking.”

I had lost. I surrendered. I leaned forward and carefully licked the corruption seeping from her hole and dripping down through the furrow of her ass. I gently lapped the taint from the sensitive folds of Gina’s puckering anus and cleaned the slime from her slit. I was nauseous but thrilled to serve her. I was lovesick. I surrendered to the ecstasy of capitulation. The honor of cleaning the repellant pollution slacked the dry desolation ripping my heart.

“Stop. Look at it. Look at my pussy. It is full of his juice. Look at your new boss; look at your new ruler. Eric is that what you want, will you let that cruel pussy rule your life? Choose now and never look back.”

Directly addressing Gina’s cunt, I wept, “Yes, yes I belong to you, to it. I belong to your cunt completely; it is my supreme ruler. And you. Please, Gina please, let me be your thing.”

“Eat it.” Gina grabbed my head and slammed my face into her pussy. I dove into the gooey pool; her wet folds splayed over my cheeks and nose. I drove my tongue deep into her slimy hole. She gasped and arched her back. I sucked, swallowed, and nearly suffocated. She strained. Her cunt bulged. I sucked her urethra into my mouth, reaching my tongue deep into her. I wallowed in the slop of her unfaithfulness. I sucked his slime out of her, desperate to clean the intruder from my love, desperate to prove my love, desperate to surrender everything and to earn my place at her hole. I swallowed. Then Gina came again, hard and wet. A torrent streamed into my worshiping mouth, and I sucked it down to the last drop.

Chapter 4

And so the love affair of Gina and Eric took another twisted step. Yes, it was a love affair, not a sweet romance, but as close to love as either of them could manage. Although their relationship was as unequal as possible, in a warped way they were perfect compliments, like a fist in a tight leather glove… continued

The Price

Anal

This story includes cross dressing, feminization and sex between a male and female, including pegging.

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I had been dating Sherrie for a few months. It was summer vacation, so we had time to spend together. We had made out and she let me touch her but only over her clothes. I was 18, as she was and I was a virgin, almost desperate to lose my virginity — too desperate perhaps, as it turned out. I tried gently pushing Sherrie to go further and even to go all the way. She was sweet, but firm and wouldn’t let things go further, until that day.

“Tommy, I’m not sure I’m ready for what you want.”

“Sherrie, honey, I love you, and I’ll do anything if you let me make love to you, and show you how much I love you.”

“I don’t think you really mean that, Tommy.”

“But I really do, baby.”

“What if I tell you that I’ll let you make love to me and even spend the night, provided you spend the day with me exactly the way I want?”

It was about 9 in the morning on a Saturday, and Sherrie’s parents were out of town and wouldn’t be back until Monday. There was nothing to prevent us from doing whatever we wanted. I was so horny I could barely think. As it turned out, I should have thought more about it all and what Sherrie had in mind. I found out soon enough.

“Whatever you want, we’ll do it.”

“And whatever I want, you’ll do it?”

“Absolutely.”

“You swear? No changing your mind?”

“Baby, I’ll do anything for a chance to make love to you.”

“If you do, then you’ll get the big payoff tonight.”

“You’re worth it.”

“Then let’s get started.”

Sherrie took my hand and led me into the bathroom. I was puzzled by that, but was hardly going to question anything at that point. When we got in the bathroom, she shut the door, then turned and kissed me. I began to kiss her back and reached for her body, to touch and stroke her. She stopped kissing me, pulled away and slapped my hand.

“Not yet. The fun comes tonight, provided you trust me and do everything exactly as I say.”

“Sure thing, baby.”

“Take off your shirt.”

I pulled my shirt off. I knew she said the payoff was tonight, but I was hoping that if I was removing clothes that something more might happen before then. Sherrie sat me down on the toilet, then pulled out a razor and shaving cream. I was kind of a late bloomer and didn’t have a lot of facial hair. I kept a few wisps of what might eventually become a beard.

“I am shaving you — to my satisfaction. Sit tight.”

Sherrie got my face wet then put shaving cream on and shaved every last facial hair off me. I really didn’t care that much. After shaving me, she got a wash cloth and wiped the rest of the shaving cream off me. She had me lift my arms, which puzzled me somewhat, then she wet my underarms and put shaving cream there as well.

“Are you shaving my…?”

“Exactly.”

That seemed strange, but under the circumstances, I wasn’t going to argue with her. She proceeded to shave my underarms, then also shaved the pathetic amount of chest and back hair, which honestly was pretty sparse. She followed that by shaving the hair on my arms. She finished that, cleaned it all up, and had me stand.

“Drop your pants.”

“Are you -? Are we -?”

“Nothing intimate until tonight. I’m just getting you cleaned up.”

I took off my pants, along with my socks and shoes, and she sat me back down and shaved my legs. I was starting to feel a little antsy about it all, but I just tried thinking about tonight and the thought of being able to make love to her and touch her body all over, and to fuck her until she screamed with pleasure. I have a vivid imagination and I know my cock was hard in my jockey shorts.

She finished with that, then handed me some floral body wash and shampoo, and told me to shower and wash my hair. I kicked off my jockey shorts and my cock was about as hard as I’ve ever seen it. She shooed me into the shower and I washed as I was told. It felt kind of strange with no body hair, but it seemed like a pretty small price to pay.

I finished my shower and dried off with a towel. I wrapped the towel around my waist to hide the erection that I still had. Sherrie had taken my clothes out of the bathroom. I stood there for a minute, until she came back into the room. She sat me back down, then got a brush and blow drier and began to dry and style my hair. Along the way, she got scissors and trimmed some here and there.

My hair was not long, but neither was it especially short. Sherrie worked on it for a while, until she was satisfied, then began putting something on my face. At that point, I was kind of zoned out. I didn’t know what she was doing and didn’t really care. This was all just something to make her happy and let me get into her panties.

She had me close my eyes as she put something around them. When she had me open my mouth and put something on my lips, I finally sort of came to and realized that she was putting makeup and now lipstick on me. I xslot didn’t think I liked that, but I’d gone that far and was hoping this would all be over soon. She had me stand and look in the mirror.

With my towel wrapped around my waist, I looked very much like a flat-chested girl. My hair was now in a short feminine cut, and if I’d seen a girl who looked like I did, I’d have lusted after her. Now I was her, though that wasn’t what I had in any way intended. She led me out of the bathroom into her room and handed me a pair of panties.

“Okay, Tommi, put these on, and tuck your dick back between your legs.”

I wanted to get into her panties, but not by wearing them myself. I kind of stood there shocked for a moment. Sherrie looked rather impatient and gestured for me to do what she’d asked. When I hesitated, she spoke.

“You said you’d do whatever I asked in exchange for me letting you fuck me tonight.”

“I didn’t realize you were going to — “

“You said you’d do anything I asked.”

“Do I have to do this?”

“No, but then I don’t have to let you fuck me either.”

I could feel that I was trembling, as I bit my lip, then dropped the towel and stepped into the panties. I pulled them up and tucked my prick back between my legs, which wasn’t easy, since it was really hard. I wasn’t sure why having her do this was turning me on. Did I really like it even if I didn’t want to admit it? I got the panties on and got as comfortable as I could.

Sherrie had a pair of breast forms that she put something on the back of. She had me hold them tight to my chest while she got some other clothes. I realized that she was gluing the breast forms to me and got concerned. She had me step into a cute skirt as the glue dried on the breast forms. She then handed me a bra and helped me put it on, hooking it in back, since I wasn’t sure how.

She gave me a cute pink top to put on, which I did. She then took me to a mirror and the two of us looked almost like sisters — doubly so, since we were close to the same size. She sat me down and put bright red polish on my fingernails and toenails, and had me sit quietly while it dried. I was kind of humiliated by all this, but figured that after all, she was the only one who would see me like this.

She got me a pair of flats that were open in back, so they weren’t too uncomfortable, but they showed off my toenail polish pretty clearly. I was kind of hoping that now that she’d dressed me up, she’d let me change back to looking like a boy. I suppose if I’d been thinking clearly, I’d have realized that the fact that she’d glued on the breast forms, meant this wasn’t going to be over quickly. I don’t have a big Adam’s apple, but what I had she covered with a choker.

“Well, girlfriend, you and I are going to have some fun.”

“Girlfriend?”

“For now, you’re my girl, but if you do what I ask, then tonight you get to do boy things.”

“This wasn’t what I thought you had in mind.”

“C’est dommage.”

“What’s that?”

“That’s too bad. I think it’s time for us to go to the mall.”

“Okay, but I need to change.”

Tommi, baby, you’re already changed. You just need a purse.”

“You want me to go to the mall like this?”

“That was the idea, yeah.”

“I feel… weird.”

“But you look cute. Just don’t let some guy steal you away from me.”

“Oh God, no. I don’t want some guy to — “

Sherrie walked over and gave me a big kiss. I melted into the kiss and kissed her back. As far as I was concerned, we could stand there kissing forever. She had some very different ideas though. She pulled away from me, walked over to her closet and pulled out a purse and handed it to me. I took it from her, though it gave me funny feelings to think of carrying a purse.

She grabbed my wallet, phone, and keys out of my pants and put them into the purse. Sherrie took my arm and began walking me to the front door. I stopped at the door, and I know I had to have looked pained. I certainly felt pained. I was frankly scared as shit to go out in public dressed like a girl. We both knew so many people, it was hardly conceivable that we wouldn’t see someone who knew me.

“Do we really need to do this?”

“Do you really want to fuck me tonight?”

“I do.”

“Then we need to do this.”

We walked to her car and she opened the door for me. I felt strange, but sat down, not paying much attention to how I sat. I looked up and saw a guy across the street, looking at me with the biggest grin on his face. I realized that he had seen up my skirt and probably got a glimpse of my panties. I could feel my face turning red as I quickly put my knees together, and swung them into the car.

“Well, Tommi, nothing like giving the neighbors a little show.”

“It never occurred to me — “

“You need to be more lady-like or you’ll attract a lot of unwanted attention. Unless, of course you want the attention.”

“No, I don’t. I swear.”

Sherrie drove us to the mall, teasing me along the way. I tried xslot Giriş to take it all in good humor, mostly thinking about the payoff that she’d promised in exchange for this humiliation. She parked at the mall and I almost locked my knees together as I swung my legs out of the car. It felt awkward as hell, but I really didn’t want anyone else seeing my panties.

“Well, girl, you’re doing a little better, though you had your knees spread wide in the car.”

“I did?”

“Do that sitting down in public and you’ll be giving the boys quite a show.”

“Shit. This is harder than I realized.”

“You’ll get the hang of being a girl.”

“I don’t want to get the hang of being a girl.”

“You will if you want my pussy.”

“You’re not going to do this again, are you?”

“We’ll see.”

“Oh shit.”

“Let’s just enjoy the mall, girlfriend.”

“Do you really have to call me that?”

“Do you really want people to know you’re a boy in drag?”

“Hell, no.”

“Then you’re my girlfriend.”

Sherrie took my arm and we went onto the mall. It was near lunch time, so we headed to the food court. I’d normally just get a burger and fries, but Sherrie took me to a Chinese place in the food court. I ended up getting broccoli beef with fried rice, while she got Kung Pao chicken. It was good, but I really wanted to dig into a burger.

“A burger isn’t lady-like, and neither is the way you have your knees spread as you’re sitting.”

I snapped my knees shut, which made Sherrie chuckle. I looked around the food court and saw a couple of guys looking over my way and grinning. This was going to take some getting used to — not that I really wanted to get used to it. I tried to make sure to keep my knees tight together as I ate, which was surprisingly hard. As we were finishing, a guy came over to our table.

“Hey, Sherrie, how have you been?”

“Pretty good Rob, and you?”

“Not bad. So who’s your pretty lady friend here?”

“This is my friend Tommi. Tommi, this is Kyle.”

“I’m pleased to meet you, Tommi. And I’d certainly like to spend some time with you, and get to know you better.”

“Nice… to meet you, Rob. I’m really kind of tied up, and I’m seeing someone currently.”

“That’s a real shame, Tommi. Let me know if you’d like to trade up.”

Rob gave me his phone number and chatted with us for a while before he moved on. Sherrie seemed to find that all quite entertaining.

“Rob seemed quite taken with you.”

“Doesn’t matter, I like girls, not boys.”

“Rob is very much a man, not a boy.”

“Man — boy — doesn’t matter.”

“What about a threesome, you, me, and Rob?”

“Fuck, no. That wasn’t the deal.”

“The deal was that you do what I want and you get my pussy. I didn’t say anything about whether anyone else would be involved.”

“If that’s the deal, then take me back and let me change, and you and Rob can do whatever you want.”

“Chill, girl. I was pulling your chain.”

I was almost shaking, mostly in fear that she might actually try something like that, a little in anger that she would suggest that, and perhaps a little bit of a turn-on at the thought. The latter really scared me. Sherrie put her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. I really wanted her to kiss me on the lips, but I guess she didn’t want to be seen smooching with what appeared to be a girl.

She took my arm and we left the food court, and I began to settle down, at least until I realized that I needed to pee. I knew there was no way I could go in the men’s restroom the way I was dressed, and this mall didn’t have any unisex restrooms. I was scared to go in the women’s restroom, even though the idea gave me a bit of a thrill. If someone realized I was a boy, I’d be in real trouble.

“I need to use the restroom.”

“You should do that then.”

“But what if someone finds out?”

“Were you planning on taking it out and waving it about in the restroom?”

“No, but — “

“Girls go to the restroom together all the time. We go in together, you go in a stall, pull up your skirt, pull down your panties, sit on the toilet and pee.”

“I’m kind of turned on by the idea, but — “

“You don’t touch anyone but yourself, and try not to stare, then wash your hands when you’re done.”

She walked me to the nearest restrooms, then held the door as I went in, following me in. There were three women in the restroom. One was in a stall, and the other two were at the sinks, chatting and touching up their makeup. Sherrie discreetly steered me into a stall, away from the other occupied stall. I latched the stall door, trembling as I did, then almost pulled out my dick to stand and pee, before I remembered her directions.

My cock was semi-erect as I finished, but I tucked it back between my legs as best I could, and readjusted my clothes — well the clothes that Sherrie made me wear — certainly not my clothes, or even my choice of clothes. Sherrie was touching up her makeup as I came xslot Güncel Giriş out. She made me wash my hands and we left. No one seemed the wiser.

“Most girls, after they pee, take some toilet tissue and wipe their pussy.”

“Shit. Did anyone -?”

“I don’t think anyone but me noticed that you didn’t.”

“I’m glad.”

“Just keep that in mind for next time.”

“Next time? How long am I going to have to do this?”

“That depends on how bad you want my pussy.”

“You’ll let me make love to you and spend the night?”

“That’s what I promised — provided you’re a good girl.”

“I’m not thrilled about being any kind of girl.”

“That’s part of the price, Tommi, baby.”

“Part of the price?”

Sherrie smiled, leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I kissed her back very eagerly, but she pulled away all too soon for my taste. She smiled as she wagged her finger at me.

“No lesbian make-out sessions in the middle of the mall.”

“But I’m not really — “

Sherrie pouted a bit as she looked at me. “I thought you were my girlfriend.”

I bit my lip and looked around. A couple of people seemed to have noticed us, though the bulk of the people seemed to have ignored us altogether. We stood there for a few seconds, before Sherrie took my arm and walked us to one clothing store. It was a small place with exclusively women’s clothes, oriented around stylish young women.

She took me from rack to rack, looking at all manner of things, including tops, skirts, dresses, and even bathing suits. At one point, she pulled out a sexy dress that was short and appeared form fitting. It was from the clearance rack and apparently marked down. She held it up against me, though I didn’t think anything of it. Then she took the dress and me and headed toward the dressing rooms.

“You would look so cute in this, Tommi. Please try it on for me.”

“I don’t think — “

“Don’t think. Just try it on and model it for me.”

She handed me the dress and gently pushed me toward the dressing rooms. I was scared as shit. I was going to have to go in a dressing room, take off my skirt and top, then put on this sexy dress. After that, I had to come out so Sherrie could see me in it. I was shaking as I went in and closed the curtain. I was a bundle of nerves as I took off my top and skirt, then struggled a bit to get into the dress.

I managed to get into it and straighten it out so it didn’t look too bad, then realized I could not zip it up all the way. I stuck my head out and told Sherrie I could not zip it up. She waved me out, then had me turn around and zipped it up. She adjusted it on me, then stepped back to look at me. She smiled, then gave a sexy little wiggle as she looked at me.

“You look so cute in that. Here, look in the mirror.”

She turned me toward the mirror and I saw myself. I’d never have recognized myself as the boy that I thought I was. I looked like one sexy, hot-to-trot young woman. I swear to God, I was lusting after myself as I looked in the mirror. Sherrie came up behind me and ran her hand down over my ass. I could feel her breath on the back of my neck.

“You look so hot. You need that dress.”

“But, I don’t — “

“I’ll buy it for you, baby. We’re going out tonight, and you’re wearing that dress.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“That comes after, provided you’re a good girl.”

“How long -?”

“As long as I say. And I’m enjoying having a sexy girlfriend to spend time with.”

She unzipped the dress, since I could not manage that. As she did, her hand strayed down over my ass again. She caressed my ass for a few seconds, before gently swatting my ass and telling me to get changed. I was shaking again as I went in the dressing room, took off the dress and put my skirt and top back on again.

As I finished dressing, I turned around and realized I hadn’t gotten the curtain closed all the way. There was a guy standing there, looking at me through the gap in the curtain, with a huge grin on his face. I could feel my face heating up as I know I turned very red. About that time, I heard some angry mumbled words and saw his face drop, as a woman took his arm dragging him away, giving him hell as they went.

I waited until they were out of sight before I came out. Sherrie was looking at some other clothing items, but took me up to the cashier and paid for the dress she’d just had me wear. They carefully folded and bagged the dress for us and we left that store. I was really hoping that was the end of trying on clothes, at least of me trying on clothes.

We mostly did window shopping for a while, though Sherrie tried on some clothes, and had me try on some more clothes. I had to hit the restroom once more before we were done. We ran into some more people that Sherrie knew, some of whom knew me, but they never recognized me the way I looked. I was really nervous the first time we met someone I knew however.

Carl and I had been in several classes together, and when I saw him, my blood ran cold. I wanted to head in the other direction as fast as I could, but Sherrie had a firm hold on my arm. I just knew that Carl would recognize me and realize I was a guy in drag. Instead, he walked up to Sherrie and I looked me over and smiled, then asked Sherrie who her cute friend was.

Finding Happiness Ch. 08

Amateur

Chapter 8: Facing Anger

“You have mail, Sweet Junie. Your friend Monica has written you back.”

Junie held the small envelope uncertainly in her hand, looking at the rounded childlike handwriting on the outside. She looked at Bob and then Donna. “Is it okay for me to read this or do you want to see it first?”

Donna laughed, “Junie, just read the letter. Show it to us later or read it to us if you wish.”

Junie ripped open the letter and unfolded the lined notebook paper.

Dear Junie,

I was so happy to get your letter. I still have it with me all the time. I read it over and over again. Thank you so much for writing me back.

I am going back to the hospital next week for my last surgery. Sometimes I don’t know if it is worth all the pain, letting them cut me open again just like that man did, just to try and put the pieces back into the right places. I feel like a jigsaw puzzle and I wonder what the picture will look like when they get done.

I am sorry if I sound a little down. It’s just that the pain from the surgeries always brings back the feelings of terror. When he had me and was hurting me, at first I was afraid he was going to kill me and then I wanted nothing more than to die. I just wished he would hurry up and kill me. Last time when I was waking up from the anesthesia I thought I was back there with him, tied up, I could see him there in front of me with that knife and all the blood, my blood.

Anyway, my Mom says this is the last time. I think I am doing this for her as much as for me. Somehow in her head she has this idea if we can fix my body that my heart will be mended as well. She talks all the time that I will still be able to have children. And for me the whole idea of trusting someone enough to let them touch me seems beyond understanding. And who would want this jigsaw puzzle of a girl?

It seems like this is all I can think about lately. The doctors have given me some pills that are supposed to cheer me up, but they don’t seem to be working very well. Sometimes I look at that bottle of pills and wonder what would happen if I take all of those pills at the same time.

I find myself wanting to say I am sorry over and over again in this letter. Sorry for only having sad things to say. Sorry for not being brave. Forgive me.

Monica

Junie had tears running down her cheeks when she handed the letter to Donna with a trembling hand. Donna looked at it and exclaimed, “Junie, this is a suicide note.” Junie nodded mutely.

Donna looked up sharply. “Bob, where is that number for that FBI Agent Gold. He will be the easiest to reach on short notice. He will know how to get a hold of Agent Durant.”

Bob pulled the card from his wallet and handed it to Donna. He had a reserved look on his face. “If the girl is that sad, is it our place to interfere with her choice to move on?”

Junie looked at him in shock and Donna frowned. “Bob, she is not in her right mind. She is in no position to make that decision for herself. Anyway she has to stay in this world long enough to put that monster away in a cage.”

She turned to the phone and began to talk. “Agent Gold, I am glad I could get a hold of you. Junie has been corresponding with Monica Bond and she just got a letter that sounds like Monica is at risk for suicide. She mentioned contemplating taking an overdose of some medicine that the doctors have prescribed to help her with her moods.”

Donna nodded and listened for a while. “Good, we will wait to hear from you.” She hung up and spoke, “He is going to call Agent Durant and one of them will get back to us.” Junie was still staring at Bob in shock. “How could you say that? What did you mean ‘move on’?” Her voice shook with horror.

Bob looked up in surprise, his voice was gentle. “Junie, it is not our way to stand in the way of another’s choices. I believe it is everyone’s right to choose to live or die according to their own wishes. Death is not an ending; it is merely a step along the path. If she cannot find happiness here, if she cannot see the beauty around her, if she cannot sense infinity in this existence, perhaps she will find it in her next.”

Junie blinked and shook her head. “I don’t understand. She is just a baby. She is so hurt.”

Donna interrupted, “You are right, Junie. She is not able to make a sound decision about something as serious as ending her life. But Bob is right too. Once she is calmer and is in her right mind, we should not stand in the way of a choice that is ultimately hers to make.”

Donna turned to look at Bob. “Honey, this is not a time for a lesson of this sort. Junie is too emotionally involved in this girl’s tragedy to be able to listen without protesting.”

Donna turned to Junie, “As far as Agent Gold knew, Monica has done nothing to hurt herself yet. He said that they would make sure she did not hurt herself. You should write her back. She needs support even more now.”

Dear Monica,

Sweet darling girl, please, please Betturkey don’t give up on being brave now. You have made it so far and I guess you are feeling so sad and scared that you cannot see that.

I have to confess that when you wrote to me in your letter about thinking about taking those pills I knew that you were thinking about giving up. And I cannot sit back and let you hurt yourself. My Mistress called the FBI and let them know what you said. I am sorry if that was a betrayal, but once again I refuse to sit back and not do anything.

Monica, if those pills are not making you feel happier, get some better ones. You are still filled with the fear that that evil man put into your heart. At first you were afraid of death, but now you are afraid of life. I don’t know for sure how or when, but I do know that you will start to feel happier if you will let that happen. All you have to do is start believing you deserve to feel happy. I believe you will find that in your life. It took me a lifetime, but I found my joy and I know you will too.

Let me tell you a story of a short little fat girl that was so shy she could not go to school most days. She was so completely convinced of her worthlessness that she did not believe she deserved to feel happy. She was married for a while, but the man she tried to love did not know how to love her back. He decided that he could not love her because she was fat. She did not even know for sure what happiness was. She felt it fleetingly when she held her children in her arms, but she believed that happiness came from them. And when they grew up and made their own lives she felt like the world had fallen out from under her feet.

That girl was me. I felt worthless and ugly and useless. For a long time I thought that life was not worth living. I even thought about ending my life for a while. Luckily I still had my children to think of and, even though they were almost all grown up, I could not do that to them. That kept me alive. I am so glad I am alive now. It took a long time for me to find my happiness, but now that I have it, I am glad of everything that happened to me in my life that brought me down this path, even the sad and painful things. If I had it to do all over again I would not change a thing. I like who I am now and I love where my life has brought me.

I am still that same fat shy girl but I am learning to love that about myself. When I look in the mirror I can see the beauty that was always there. You may be a jigsaw girl but you are still beautiful. Nobody can take that away from you.

Write back to me and tell me what hurts. I will listen and I will do everything within my power to help you through this hard time in your life. Don’t give up on being brave and, at those times you cannot stand it anymore, promise you will not hurt yourself. Promise me to write it down. Promise me to call someone you trust for help.

Junie looked up from her writing and looked at Donna. She chewed on her lip and then spoke up, “Ma’am, could I give Monica my cell phone number?”

Donna looked up from her computer, “You don’t even use your phone, do you? I have never even seen you use it.”

“I haven’t been using it much because nobody calls me, but I usually have it with me when I go places. I gave my number to Mary and I think I might start carrying it more. I was thinking of giving the number to Monica to call if she starts feeling down. I told her that she should call a friend if she was thinking about hurting herself. It just occurred to me that I could give her my number.”

Donna shrugged, “I don’t have a problem with it. Talk to Bob about it, if our Master says it is okay with him, I have no objection.”

Junie found Bob in the garage. He was putting up a portable kennel. Her eyes were curious. “What are you making?”

“A whelping kennel, Honey is getting close enough that I want her to start spending her time in here. She needs to start feeling like this is her place, her den. And she is getting far enough along that she is starting to want to find a place to be away from the rest of the pack. I will have her start sleeping here soon.”

Junie was hesitant to talk to Bob about Monica. His words about respecting Monica’s choice to die still rolled around inside her head. In some ways she could understand what he meant, but it felt so wrong to apply that way of thinking to this situation. She wondered if it was her own journey, her own dark time when she had contemplated that choice and made the choice for life, that made her want to fight to save the life of this wounded child. Or if it was just the fact that Monica was so young, like a child, that made his words seem so wrong. Junie was also intensely aware that her impulses and emotions around this issue made her question her blind obedience to his words and that frightened her a little too.

As she watched him, she inhaled to ask him about the cell phone and then found herself catching the words in her mouth, hesitating Betturkey Giriş and then letting the air out softly. Bob paused briefly in his task and looked at her curiously and then returned to his task. Again she took the breath and then found herself stopping, tension building in her belly. Bob did not even turn from his task but his voice was sharp, “What is it that is so hard to say?”

Junie flinched and fought down an impulse to turn and walk away. “Um… I was writing back to Monica and I was wondering if it would be permitted to give her my cell phone number? Donna said it was okay with her, if it was okay with you.”

Bob stood and turned to face Junie. “And that was so hard to say?”

Junie stood nervously and nodded uncertainly, her eyes shifting. “I guess so.”

“But it was not everything that was in your heart was it?”

Junie shook her head miserably. “No, Master, it wasn’t. I am just so angry at you for saying that.”

Bob continued to working on his task, “Why do you think the life of this girl is so important to you?”

Junie felt the anger rising in her. “Because she is so young and has so much to live for.”

“Tell me what she has to live for, this girl you have never met and have only gotten three short letters from. How do you know her so well that you are willing to decide her fate?”

Junie wanted to scream at him that he shouldn’t ask questions like that; that he should know better than her that there was hope for happiness for everyone. “She is so young. She could still get well. She has her whole life in front of her. She could find love, get married, and have children. She could do so many things.”

“But you don’t know that for sure and you are willing to let your hopes dictate her destiny.”

Junie stood up and whirled around to leave, her voice choked with rage and confusion, “I can’t talk about this anymore.” She hurried toward the door, fleeing toward the house.

His hand on her shoulder brought her up short and spun her around. His voice was a growl, “I am not done talking with you, girl. Don’t you ever, ever walk away from me like that again.” His blue eyes blazed into hers. “Now come back here and help me with this fucking dog kennel.” His fingers dug into the flesh of her shoulder as he propelled her into the garage in front of him.

His voice was sharp, “I am going to ask you a question, but I don’t want you to rush to answer it. I want you to take your time and think carefully about the answer. In fact, I don’t want you to speak at all until I tell you to. Why do you think that the life of this girl is so important to you?”

Having the safety of not being able to speak the words that flooded her mind made it possible to stay in the garage. At first all she could think about was how Bob just did not understand, that he of all people should understand. She knew her feelings were showing clearly on her face and made no effort to hide them. Keeping her lips pressed together and falling into the role of assistant, she efficiently handed Bob the tools as he asked for them.

Soon they had an eight by eight square of chain link fencing set up in one corner of the workshop with a wooden box in one corner. Bob stepped back and looked over the work and nodded. “The box gives her the feeling of being in a protected place. She will be more willing to whelp in an enclosed place. The lid comes off so we can access the inside more easily.” Junie knelt and peered inside the four foot square box. There was a six inch lip along the bottom of the doorway. “That keeps the puppies from squirming out. Come help me get some cedar chips to make a bed in there.”

Junie held the handles of the wheelbarrow as Bob filled it. He left her to transfer the cedar into the whelping box. Junie was still lifting and throwing big handfuls of the cedar into the box when Bob returned with Honey slowly waddling behind him. “I want you to stay in here with her. Sit with her; it will help her get used to the space. Take the time to think.” He put Honey into the kennel and closed the gate.

Junie watched him go and for a second she felt a wave of rage that he was walking away from her. Honey pushed her nose under Junie’s hand begging for some attention. Junie sighed, sat down on the cold concrete floor and propped her back up against the box. Honey lay down beside her and pushed her nose under Junie’s hand. Both of them heaved a big sigh. Junie put her hand on Honey’s swollen flank and felt a flutter of movement as one of the puppies stretched and twisted in the womb. Junie felt a rush of wonder and excitement.

Bob found them there, curled up together. Junie’s hand was still on Honey’s flank. When he opened the gate both of them looked up and Junie smiled a radiant smile. “You can feel the puppies moving.”

Bob returned her smile. “Yes, you can. Junie, have you thought about my question?”

A shadow fell over Junie’s face and she nodded sadly. “Yes, Sir.”

“And do you Betturkey Güncel Giriş have an answer to why the life of this girl so important to you?”

“It is important because it could have been me.”

“You mean attacked and hurt?”

“Well, that too I guess, but I meant it could have been me that committed suicide.”

“Donna and I read what you had written so far to Monica. It made me realize where your passion about this subject stemmed from. You identify very strongly with this girl and now she has to face even more of the same demons you did. You confused your own feelings about yourself with your feelings for this girl. What you thought was your anger at me for not caring about Monica was in truth your feeling that I did not care about you.”

“It was a hard time for me. Greg, my ex-husband, and I had just called it quits for what was clearly the last time. I was broke and about to lose my apartment and then the kids decided to move in with their Dad. I was unemployed. It felt like there was nothing left for me, that no one cared. I was a failure as a wife, a failure as a mother and a failure at life. I was too terrified to go out and look for a job. I had a bottle of pills that I would look at, too.”

“Why did you choose life?”

“I tell myself it was because I could not stand the idea of my children living the rest of their lives with the knowledge that their mother had committed suicide in their hearts. And I think that was a big part of it. But also there was a part of me that never stopped believing in happiness.”

Bob smiled, “And that is what kept you here with us. And I must admit that I am glad you are here. Go finish your letter to Monica. Give her your phone number. But remember that sometimes even when we try to save someone, that there is nothing we can do. If she is determined, she will find a way.”

Junie gulped and nodded, “I know.”

Bob put his arm around her and pulled her close. “Now, my Junie, let’s discuss your failure to trust me. It was a lapse that must be addressed. You knew that this subject was fraught with feeling because of your past, but you chose to keep this from me.”

Junie had no question in her mind what he meant. She had fought him every inch of the way with this struggle. She had been so angry with him for not understanding and yet she had not communicated the truth with him. It was true she had focused her rage at the unfairness of her suffering at him and her perception that he did not care. That was it, she had wanted to die because she had believed no one cared about her anymore and she had let herself believe this about him.

“Yes, Master, I did not trust your wisdom. I just wanted to make you listen to me and I was not listening to you. I wanted you to understand, but I did not tell you the truth. I tried to believe you did not care.” Junie sighed, “That is why I contemplated death. I started thinking that no one cared.”

Bob shook his head. “What is it with you two that you both doubt my love for you in such a short time?”

Junie’s brow wrinkled with a puzzled frowned and looked at him in confusion. “Both of us?”

Bob laughed and shook his head. “Let’s just say that your Mistress had her little storm of doubt as well, but that is in the past and all is forgiven. Now we must bend our minds to you finding your forgiveness. But first you finish your letter and we will eat dinner, then we will deal with atonement.”

Junie gulped and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

She did not add much more to the letter, just her cell phone number, and when she signed her name she wrote, ‘Don’t stop believing in happiness’.”

Junie could hardly eat, the food seemed to have no flavor and she could hardly force down more than a few bites. Her eyes kept straying to Bob, wondering what was going to happen. When he slid his chair back and stood, she flinched and dropped the fork she was using to push the food around on her plate. Bob looked at her with a measuring eye, “I am going to go take the dogs for a walk. Clean up and then go to your room.”

Junie found herself sitting on the foot of her bed, swinging her feet, bumping her heels over and over. She felt a delicious wave of dread when she heard Bob come into the back door to the basement. Her heart had been racing and her cunt had been throbbing ever since Bob had spoken of atonement. She bit the inside of her lip to force her face to look serious and remorseful, trying to hide her growing feelings of curiosity and anticipation. She told herself that Bob was too good at reading her feelings to hide anything and berated herself for not feeling as guilty as she thought she ought to be.

She looked up from her swinging feet to see him standing in the doorway. Her feet slowly stopped their swinging and hung still. Bob came and sat down on the foot of her bed beside her and began to swing his feet. Junie looked down at his feet, as they bumped the bed. His voice was soft, “Junie, you seem to be acting a little childish at times lately.”

“I guess so.”

“It is not surprising, I guess. It is a natural outgrowth of accepting authority, giving up that control to another.”

Junie found her legs starting to swing in synch with his, her eyes mesmerized by the rhythm. Her voice was soft and bemused. “Is that it?”

The Transition Ch. 03: Aftermath

Babes

Greetings and thanks again for reading my story. This is the third part of the story, so go back and read the other chapters if you want the whole story. As always I really appreciate any feedback you leave in the comment section down below. Be sure to follow me if you like the story so you don’t miss any future chapters.

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I woke up in the middle of the night to find Jamie in the bathroom down the hall wearing his boy clothes and washing off the last bits of makeup from his face.

“I didn’t hear you get out of bed, are you leaving already?” I asked a bit concerned that he was running off in the middle of the night.

“Yeah, I have work in the morning and I just figured I would get out of here and get a little sleep before work.” Jamie said with a hurried tone in his voice. He was clearly trying to give me the slip and get out of here as fast as possible. What had gone wrong, the evening was incredible the transformation into a woman was better than I could ever have hoped for, and the little bitch had fucked me like her ass was on fire so what was with the escape act.

“look .. it was a crazy night , but I just need to get home is all.” Jamie rushed his words as he was clearly bothered.

Before he left, I caught him at the door and assured him that I had an amazing time a the sex was incredible. I said I needed to see my girl again sometime and stuffed a pair of frilly blue panties into her hand before showing her out.

I didn’t hear from Jamie the next day or the day after, I began to fear I had been too aggressive and had lost my chance. Well at least that night was fucking incredible and it would be a long time before I forgot about that sex. I assumed Jamie just needed some time to work things out in her head. Sissy regret apparently happens sometimes when a crossdresser or sissy gives in to her urges and then feels ashamed of having done so after the fact. I kept picturing Jamie in my head all dolled up and on her knees sucking on my cock. I knew Jamie could be that sexy girl again, and with a little work could become a woman for me, He just needed to work it all out for himself and understand what I knew already, that he was never going to be a man and could be happier as a sissy or a woman.

The following day my phone buzzed in my pocket. “Sorry about running out like that, I guess I just freaked out a bit.” Jamie said.

“No worries, It was a wild night, I can see how you may have been overwhelmed by everything. I was getting worried that you didn’t want to see me again or something.”

“Nothing like that, I just need some time to think things over I guess.”

“No problem babe, I don’t want to make you feel weird about anything, figure things out and get back to me, I’d like to have some fun again sometime.” I tried to sound comforting.

“Thanks Mark, I did have fun… I’m just not sure I should do it again.”

“Well let me ask you this… have you worn the panties I gave you the other day?”

“Well… yes.” Jamie admitted reluctantly.

“Then I think you know what you really want to do, but take your time, I’m not going anywhere.”

With that Jamie said goodbye and hung up. I could tell he was a little freaked out about our dress up time the other night. I knew he hadn’t taken the panties off since he left the other night and was going the be back. I had shown him how fun it could be to let go and become someone else, and I had seen the enjoyment experienced. I would have to play my cards right, but Jamie was going to make a fine girlfriend someday, I was sure of it.

The next part of my plan was to have Jamie associate spending time with me as spending time as a woman. I would have to insist that whenever we were together that he would be expected to wear panties upon arrival and change when he got here. I would have to stop referring to her as a man and try my best to only use female pronouns to reinforce that I only looked at Jamie as a woman and would treat her as such. The thought was that over time these conditions would slowly help Jamie start to feel like more of a woman and crave to be at my place, as my house would represent a safe haven for her female tendencies. This might seem like some kind of brainwashing or something, but I saw the woman inside light up when she looked at herself in the mirror the first time. I saw the change sweep over Jamie in the bedroom as she embraced her role for the night. the connection was there and she felt it too.

Another week went bye, and Jamie kept in touch sporadically. I think she was still a little freaked out by all that had happened. I However was in an incredible mood, I bet I jerked off every day thinking about making Jamie my little cock sucker, Damn that was an Betturkey intense night, and I couldn’t keep my mind off it. I remember sitting in my office pretending to get some work done, while listening intently wondering if Jamie was actually going to dress up like my whore so I could fuck her ass. When she stepped out and I first saw her, I could feel my cock pulsing in my pants. I had better take my mind off of that night or I wasn’t going to get any work done, and I had a few things to on the agenda before I could see Jamie again.

“Hey Mark what are you doing this weekend?” Jamie text.

I knew the day would come when my girl got horny and lonely and wanted to come over for some fun, but I was still really excited that she had come to grips with all this.

“I’m free all weekend baby girl, why you wanna have some fun again?” I texted back already knowing the answer.

“Baby girl?”

“Well you want to come over and be my girl this weekend don’t you?”

“I thought we could have some fun again, so… yes, I suppose I want to be your girl this weekend.” I bet Jamie hated himself for admitting he wanted to be my girl.

“Well baby, then come over about six o’clock Friday and you better be wearing the panties I gave you.”

“Ok I’ll see you then, and I will wear the panties under my clothes for you.”

Friday arrived and I waited impatiently to hear Jamie’s shit box car pull up the drive. I was honey as fuck and couldn’t wait to see my girl all dolled up again. At Six fifteen, I heard the loud ass exhaust come to rest in my driveway, and saw Jamie walking up to the door. I waited a suitable amount of time to maintain my cool exterior and make Jamie think I was busy and wasn’t excitably waiting for her to arrive.

“Welcome back baby girl, good to see had a good time last time and wanted another taste.”

“I guess I did, I had a hard time not thinking about our last time together to be honest.” Jamie admitted in a weak voice.

“Well good babe, I’m glad to hear… this is supposed to be a good time, or we are doing it wrong I suppose.” I chuckled a bit. “Ok.. now you have to promise to just go along with tonight and allow yourself to just have some fun and go with the flow.

“Ok… I will try to just loosen up and have some fun.”

“Excellent, now take off your ugly boy clothes and hand them to me.” I demanded.

Jamie hesitated for just a second before stripping down right there in the foyer. Standing there wearing just the delicate blue panties I had given him the last time, Jamie looked so delicious. Passing through the kitchen on route to the bedroom, I grabbed us a couple bottles of wine and some glasses. Jamie followed behind me in her panties looking so vulnerable. When we reached the bedroom, I opened up the wine and poured out two full glasses and raised my glass to make a toast.

“To all the fun we are about to have exploring the road before us.” Our glasses clinked together and we both drank deeply.

Now it was time to push Jamie’s boundaries just a bit more from last time. I told Jamie how happy I was that she had worn the panties since we had last seen each other and had worn them over to the house, but girls don’t walk around with hairy legs. I ordered Jamie to go into the master bath and remove any hair below her eyebrows, and try not to miss a hair. Jamie’s eyes grew three sizes and she looked shocked. I directed Jamie to start with the trimmer and then use the razor I had left on the sink. It was a test to see if Jamie would take a step toward femininity that couldn’t be washed off when we were done playing. I was elated when Jamie said ok and started to file off toward the bathroom. I playfully slapped her on the ass as she walked away and told her to be quick, we were going to have a busy night.

About 30 minuets later I heard the shower turn off and Jamie emerged from the bathroom as hairless as the day she was born and cock standing at attention. I lead Jamie to the bed and told her to bend over at the waist so I could inspect her work. Eager to comply, Jamie put her elbows on the bed and stuck her pert little ass up in the air for me to view. I worked my hand up and down over her hairless legs as she let out a small moan in appreciation of my attention to her body.

“You did well baby, I like you smooth like this… do you think you will be able to stay smooth like this for me from now on?”

“I suppose so… yes I will try.” Jamie stammered.

“You suppose? You will try?” I questioned. “I’m sorry baby that’s not good enough, beautiful women don’t walk around with hairy legs, if you want to continue this, then from now on you will be smooth.” I insisted.

“Ok yes… I will stay shaved Betturkey Giriş for you.”

I viewed being hairless as an essential demand in Jamie’s path to becoming a woman. I needed to strip away as many masculine things from Jamie’s mind and replace them with feminine thoughts and routines. Jamie needed to establish a routine of feminine activities into her normal day to day life, and shaving away her manliness on a regular basis was going to be just the start.

Jamie was still bent over the bed presenting her eager ass to me for inspection when I reached into the top nightstand drawer and procured the medium sized pink buttplug I had bought for this occasion. Jamie’s body went tense when the cold lube dripped onto her pink little hole. The plug was a little bigger then a penis in diameter so I was pretty sure she could handle it up her ass. Jamie didn’t protest and instead arched her back a bit in an acknowledgement that she welcomed the attention being paid to her backdoor. I slowly worked the lube into the hole with my thumb making slow circles around her pink ring as she started to moan a bit more. when the thumb was sliding in and out freely, I replaced it with two fingers and began fucking her slutty ass with my fingers before proceeding with the plug. My own cock was nearly as hard as Jamie’s when the plug started to slowly disappear inside her. precum was leaking from her member as I started to work the plug in and out. I would work the toy into her hole until her hole was at the widest part and hold it there for a few seconds before slowly withdrawing it and starting again. I could tell Jamie was enjoying the stretching her hole was receiving, a dribble of precum attached her erect cock to the bed. When I let the plug settle into her hole and come to rest inside her backside, Jamie looked disappointed that the session was over.

“Good girl, now leave that where it is and go get dressed appropriately while I make us some dinner. I got you some more clothing since your last visit, find something you like and meet me in the kitchen.” I ordered as I walked out of the room.

“Oh and I’m looking forward to seeing how you do with your makeup.” I called out as I walked away.

By the time I got to the kitchen, my cock was an iron bar in my pants and I was nearly breathless with excitement thinking about Jamie in there, transforming into a sexy woman for me. My mind raced as I wondered what outfit she would choose. I had ordered a respectable new wardrobe for her since our last meeting.Dresses, skirts, shoes, everything a young girl might want. I had to take my mind off Jamie in the other room and started working on dinner.

I was just putting the finishing touches on a nice shrimp pasta primavera when I heard the sound of heels clicking down the hallway making their way toward the kitchen. I knew Jamie was in there preparing herself for dinner but the sound still made my heart race a beat or two. In the door to the kitchen Jamie stood, dressed completely and waited for inspection. She had choose a short black skirt that just covered the tops of her black stockings, a tight purple satin and lace top that strained to conceal the heavy bra within. Her makeup was still a bit rough, but you could tell a lot of effort was made and the eyes were actually very well done. the long blond wig framed her face perfectly and honestly you would never been able to detect any masculinity standing there balanced on four inch stilettoed heels. Jamie had passed the test perfectly and had gone for a slutty secretary look that made my cock hard all over again.

“God darling, you look amazing.” The words spilled out of my mouth. “Are you hungry, dinner is just about ready.”

Jamie smiled with satisfaction at my approval and I plated dinner for both of us and we made our way to the table. Jamie picked at dinner as we chatted about various topics and made a bottle of wine disappear. finally I had to turn the conversation to more pressing matters.

“So tell me, how does it feel to be dressed like that and look so beautiful, be honest with me.”

“Well honestly… it is really exciting and kind of fun. The stockings on my shaved legs is a really trippy feeling , I think I like it.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, I like seeing you like this, I hoped you would look good dressed up but I never would have thought you would pick it up so fast and look so good. Any man would be happy to have a girlfriend that looks like you babe.” I said with all honesty.

“Is that what I am? Am I your girlfriend now? Jamie wondered aloud.

“Would you like to be? Would you like this to be more then just a come over and get fucked kind of thing?”

A moment passed as I saw Jamie think about Betturkey Güncel Giriş what his answer might mean, and how the response might change things. I could see the doubt and insecurity’s fighting inside her mind.

“I don’t know, its all a little scary… I have a lot of weird feelings at the moment. I find all of this to be so exciting but at the same time it feels weird and I’m afraid what people would say if they ever found out.”

“Who are you afraid would find out? I’m sitting three feet from you and I would never guess you were a man. You never had a lot of masculinity to start with and its all gone when you are dressed like this.” I said bluntly.

“I suppose you are right, I was never much of a man, but it feels like a giant leap going from a wimpy man to a woman.”

“Look baby, I know you have been fighting these thoughts since the last time we got together, but I saw the change in you when we fucked. Your mind switched and you never felt so empowered as when you accepted that you were a sexy bitch and wanted to get fucked like one. Admit it, It felt incredibly right getting fucked as a woman and that’s why you have been so ashamed.

“Yes… it felt good to take control and let go of everything and just enjoy the moment, but then I felt ashamed of myself afterward.”

“Well, I’m offering you an opportunity to let go of that shame. Let me guide you and take control. If you allow me to be the one in control then the shame isn’t on you since you are just experimenting and trying something new and fun.”

“I guess it is ok for someone my age to experiment a little and try new things. Nobody could hold a little harmless sexual experimentation against me I guess.”

I could see Jamie’s mind working things out and creating a cover story where it would be ok to do the things I was going to ask of him and not feel ashamed of letting go of his masculinity. It would all be some experiment and trying new thing except we both knew there wasn’t going to be any going back to the way things were at the end of this experiment.

Feeling a rush of power of Jamie, got my erection locked into place and I had to fuck this sexy little secretary slut. I told Jamie to stand up and come over to me. wobbling a bit from the wine and the unfamiliar heels, Jamie made her way around the table.

“Bend over the table.” I ordered.

Jamie eagerly complied and her short skirt slid up her smooth thighs and exposed the tops of her sheer stocking to me. The metal garter belt clips slightly pulled the tops of the stockings and framed the picture perfectly. With my left hand I found the base of the butt plug still seated perfectly inside her lubed hole and started messaging it. Purple panties that coordinated nicely with the purple top tightly held the plug in place. It was all too much and I had to fuck her right there at the dining room table.

I hiked up the short skirt into a band around her waist and pulled the panties down to her ankles so she could step out of them and spread her legs further apart. The butt plug looked so inviting holding her ass open for me like that, but it would have to go so my engorged cock could take its place. Carefully I removed the plug and her hole stayed open for just a second from being held open so long. My cock was an oak tree and her open inviting hole was too much, I buried my cock inside her ass and pinned her to the dinning room table. Jamie’s hands reached out for something to hold onto and knocked over the empty wine bottle in the process. I started trusting in and out at a torrid pace and Jamie held onto the table and endured my onslaught as best she could. The dishes were moving around the table as the glasses tipped over and rolled unto the floor, breaking as they hit the wooden floor beneath.

This wasn’t romance, this was me fucking whatever manhood still existed in Jamie right out of her. With each thrust, I could see Jamie’s lust giving way a bit more. She wanted to be fucked hard like this, to feel my manhood inside her bowels as her own manhood disappeared, to be used as a woman by a real man. Her grunts told me that she wanted to feel me explode inside her and in a few moments I was emptying a load into her willing asshole. Jamie let out a loud groan of pleasure as my hot cum filled her asshole.

“Straighten yourself up and clean off my cock baby girl.” I ordered.

Jamie pulled her skirt back down and straightened it up before dropping to her knees and gently cleaning cum and her ass juice off my shaft. Cum flooded from her fucked hole and pooled under her as she finished her work of cleaning me.

That was the beginning of something, Jamie had the next three days off of work and agreed to spend the whole time dressed for me. Morning noon and night Jamie was my girlfriend and did her best to make sure there wasn’t any cum left in my balls. I could tell a switch had been flipped and wondered where things would go from here. It felt like my plans and fantasies were coming true.

FILF (Fathers I’d Like To Fuck) Ch. 02

Babes

I received a call from my two lovely playmates on Saturday. They wanted to confirm my instructions regarding their dress or should I say undress for that evening’s activity.

I repeated my previous instructions. I wanted their pussies closely shaved; heavy makeups applied and wear nothing but their high heels and an overcoat. They tried to get more information out of me but I just told them to trust me and ask no further questions.

They arrived right on time and seemed very excited. I explained to them that I had an interesting experience planned for them but they must follow all my instructions to the letter, no questions asked.

They both agreed and thus began our evening of play. I had them sit in the back seat of my car with blindfolds on to make it more suspenseful.

I then drove them to a BDSM club I was familiar with near the airport. When we arrived I had them keep their blindfolds on and led them into the club to a small changing room.

I told them to remove their overcoats which left them wearing only their high heels. I then inserted a butt plug in each of their rectums and attached dog collars and leashes to their necks.

I then led them out into the main room of the club with their blindfolds still on and we sat at a small table.

I ordered non-alcoholic drinks for them because they were still under twenty-one and a whiskey sour for myself.

As we sat their sipping our drinks my two young ladies could still hear the verbal comments, over the loud rock music, going on around them like, “Look at those two beautiful slaves!” and “I sure would like to have them on my leash!”.

There were whistles and catcalls thrown at them and both girls were blushing bright red and totally embarrassed by being naked in a room full of strangers.

After our drinks, I decided to let them see where they were. I removed Betturkey their blindfolds and watched their amazed looks at they took in the BDSM club environment.

There were pictures on the walls of people being tied up and whipped. There was a big movie screen showing people engaging in various forms of kinky sex.

There were men and women walking around wearing leather and latex outfits that left little to the imagination. Sandy and Shelly had never experienced anything like this and were both excited and anxious.

It was now time to give them a tour of the club. I led them from room to room by their leashes explaining the function and purpose of each room.

There was an exam room with all the necessary implements complete with exam table and stirrups for playing doctor.

There was another room with school desks and blackboard for bad little school kids. Next I showed them a large dressing room with all kinds of clothes for playing drag or dress up.

Some of the rooms had various pieces of equipment for tying and torturing your slave. One room was decorated like a prison cell.

Finally I took them to a large room with a rope hanging down from the ceiling.

I told them their safe word was, “More Please”, and all they had to do was to say it and they would be released and could put their coats on and I would take them home.

This seemed to comfort them some. Next I had them put on soft handcuffs and hold their hands up above their heads and secured their cuffs to the hanging rope. I adjusted the rope so they were pulled together, facing each other and their arms were fully extended above them.

They looked so cute all naked and trussed up. Soon a crowd started to gather and a beautiful woman with a multi-thronged whip came into the room and asked, “Are these slave available for whipping?”

“Be Betturkey Giriş my guest, “I answered “but take it easy, it’s their first time. “

“First time!” she replied, “I am honored!” She then addressed the two bound girls, as she lightly brushed the whip across their naked bodies. “Listen my sweet little bitches, you both look like a couple of stuck up cunts that need a lesson in humility!”

The two girls looked at each other with frightened eyes not knowing what they were expected to reply. Finally Shelly replied. “Yes Mistress, please teach us humility!” “Yes, please!” Sandy echoed.

“Seeing they are two of you, I think I will need some assistance. Master Bill, would you mind helping me teach these young girls a lesson in respect?”

A tall black man watching the scene replied, “Why thank you, Mistress Sadie, there is nothing I enjoy more than whipping uppity white girls who think they are hot shit!” This remark evoked laughter from the crowd of people watching.

“Now listen to me you sluts,” Mistress Sadie announced. “Each time you are whipped, you will count out loud the number of lashes and thank us for the honor of being whipped Is that clear?”

“Y-y-yes Mistress Sadie, Yes Mistress Sadie!” the frightened girls replied.

Smack, “One, thank you”, smack,” two, thank you”, smack,” three, thank you” the girls yelled in unison. “Smack, “Four, thank you”, smack,” five, thank you”, smack,” six, thank you”, their voices starting to crack a little with emotional sobs.

Mistress Sadie and Master Bill stopped their administrations and Master Bill asked, “Have you two bitches learned the meaning of respect and true humility?”

“Oh yes Master Bill we have, we have!” the two girls answered back.

“We shall see”, Mistress Sadie replied, “we shall see.”

At this point, two Magic Wand Betturkey Güncel Giriş Vibrators were produced and given to the Mistress and Master who place them on a low setting and held them up to the helpless girl’s clits.

The two girls screamed and wiggled around at the sudden onset of sensation.

“Hold still you bitches and don’t you dare cum until I say you can!” warned Mistress Sadie.

The poor girls tried not to move but the vibrators were doing their job and they were both very close to cumming.

“Do you want to cum?” inquired Master Bill.

“Oh yes, yes please Master!” Sandy begged.

“Me too!” begged Shelly.

“Look at these two naked sluts, begging to cum in a room full of strangers!” Mistress Sadie said, “Shall we let them?”

“Yes!”, “Yes”, “No!” came the responses from the audience.

“You two are lucking I am feeling generous today!” Mistress Sadie stated. “Let them cum!”

With this she and Master Bill turned the vibrator settings on high and both girls came quickly, their moans and screams filling up the room.

The sound of applause and laughter followed their duel orgasms and the two girls, knees shaking, hung by their handcuffs, naked and completely humiliated, in the middle of the room.

I gave Mistress Sadie a nod and the two girls were un-cuffed and led to chairs to rest and given cold water to quench their thirst.

I joined them and asked, “Are we having fun yet?”

They both smiled at me sheepishly and Shelly said, “You’re bad, you’re really, really bad, but thank you, that was really hot!”

“Yeah, thanks, I needed that!” Sandy said.

“Which”, I inquired, “The whipping or the orgasm?”

“Both!” she replied and we all laughed.

“Well ladies”, I added, “It’s been a lovely evening but I can see my work here is done, let’s go home!”

We went back into the changing room, butt plugs were removed and overcoats were put on. They both laughed and giggled all the way home. I dropped them off at their apartment.

“What’s next?” They asked as they staggered up their stairs.

“We shall see ladies, we shall see.” I replied.

FemDom

Blonde

My back is against the wall, I’m naked except for my black 4 inch stilettos and red satin bikini panties, which are down around my ankles, stretched taught between my long slightly parted legs. the cotton crotch on full display at my feet. I stare down at my naked slave with my emerald green eyes and point at my undies with a French manicured index finger. My slave dutifully crawls to me on hands and knees and puts his mouth over the moist panties. I made him bring me to orgasm with his mouth through my panties when he first arrived, and now he is commanded to lick my cream from the garment. As he cleans my lingerie with his mouth, I let a long stream of piss rain down on the back of his head. He’s practiced enough to know not to stop licking. I shift my hips and pee down his naked back.

When I’m finished, I take the long cane I’m holding in my left hand and whack him on his ass. This is the only command he needs to stop cleaning my panties and begin licking up any pee that might have gotten onto my legs, feet or shoes. He cleans me quickly and thoroughly, making sure to get every last drop. I indulge his foot fetish and let him linger on my toes a little. He knows he has other work so he leaves my feet and looks up at me before he dares move his mouth toward my pussy. No words need be spoken. I nod once, and he buries his face in my cunt. I’m not completely shaven, but I keep myself neat down there, I like watching him look up at me through my short brown curlies. He laps eagerly at my pussy, running his tongue between the folds of my wet twat and up over my clitty. He’s not allowed to use his hands, but he’s good enough at eating me out that he doesn’t have to. I writhe on his tongue, pushing my body down onto his face, willing his tongue to go deeper and deeper inside of me. He is relentless, which is how I taught him to eat pussy. Several minutes of his dedicated effort brings me to a hard orgasm. I shudder over top of him as I slicken his lips, nose and chin with my wetness. Once I’m satisfied I reluctantly push his face away from my crotch and step out of my panties.

Setting the cane aside, I pick up the end of the leash attached to his slave collar and turn around; I reach the leash through my legs and pull his face into my ass. I bend a little at the waist and support myself with my free hand against the wall. My submissive nuzzles me for a moment; he’s an ass man and loves it when I give him this treat. It isn’t long however, before he remembers that his tongue is required to lick my crevice and my tight asshole. I use the leash to pull him tight when I want him to suffer, and let go a little when he needs to breath. He’d gladly suffocate in my rear or the folds of my pussy, but he’s much more useful alive.

His tongue feels good slurping at my backside, so I revel in the moment as he services my rear. I’ve trained him to be an expert analingist and I make him please me for as long as I can stand it. I use my free hand to masturbate, rubbing my throbbing clit and sliding my fingers into my extremely moist pussy. Betturkey For the most part, his tongue is to remain impaled in my asshole, but he takes an opportunity to lick and kiss the curve of my perfectly heart shaped derrière from time to time.

Aside from his slave collar and leash, the only other thing my slave is allowed to wear when he is at my mercy is a butt plug. I like to keep him stretched out so he’s ready to take my strap on cock whenever I like. He’s learned to love it, and love it he does. When I ask if he wants to be fucked in the ass, he always responds with an emphatic “Yes Mistress!”

When my ass has been thoroughly worshipped, I make him put my strap on harness around my hips and strap it to my thighs and waist. He’s learned with the help of lots of swats on the ass, just how tight it needs to be to stay around my sexy lithe body and yet not be uncomfortable to wear. As he puts the toy around my body, I pull my long brown hair into a pony tail, it’s about to get steamy! Once it’s on me, I tell him to get into whatever position happens to strike my fancy, usually its bent over a table with his legs spread, balls dangling free between his thighs. I usually tug on them a little and make him squirm. A few slaps of the ass go a long way toward reminding him that he isn’t my lover, he is my property. I remove the plug but not before I twist and turn it in his rectum, then pull it out only to shove it back in again a few times. He breathes a sigh of relief when the widest part slips past his sphincter for the final time. He breathes a sigh of both agony and delight as I drive my faux cock deep into my slave’s ass without warning.

He is required to thank me for fucking him; after all, I get little pleasure out of wearing a piece of plastic and driving in and out of his ass, just the pressure of it against my pelvic bone and pussy. I do enjoy seeing him this way though, taking my cock like a slut in and out over and over. It’s 7 inches long and his butt has been trained to swallow the whole thing for as long as it pleases me to sodomize him. I like to take my time and drive the big dick in slowly. I tease him about what a slut he is, and make him tell me how much he likes being fucked in the ass. He moans and squirms and pushes his rear back to meet my thrusts. When he’s too loud, or two eager, or if I just feel like it; I slap his ass cheeks with my hands, spanking him as I fuck him. I like to see the red imprint of my hand on his bright white ass. These aren’t love taps, I’m giving my bitch the spanking he deserves, and that he craves.

Eventually I work myself into a steady pounding rhythm. I ease off the spanking and use both my hands to grip his hips pulling him into me as I push the dick into his slutty little butt. We’re both starting to get sweaty as the room heats up. He’s allowed to touch himself while I fuck his ass, but he is absolutely forbidden to cum until I say so. I never let him shoot his load when my dick is in his ass, unless I have in on his back so I can watch him shoot it on his Betturkey Giriş stomach.

When he’s bent over, and I’m taking him doggy style, he gets his cock rock hard and begs me to cum. I pull the fake dick out of his ass and tell him to un-strap me and then order him to pick up my panties. I take a seat in my easy chair and watch him as he uses my already nasty panties to masturbate. He has to do it standing up in front of me. I love watching him play with his big dick and I have to fight the urge to let him fuck me. I put my own hand between my thighs and start to play with myself a little as I watch the head of his dick disappear and reappear in and out of my girly panties. I playfully scold him for watching me masturbate without permission.

He gets flabbergasted and apologizes profusely. Of course men can’t do two things at one time, so I have to remind him to keep stroking his dick while he grovels. He apologizes again and regains his masturbatory rhythm. Giggling to myself I give him permission to watch me touch myself, as long as he keeps stroking that cock of his.

Watching me adds to his arousal, and I have to admit being turned on watching him. Eventually he is ready to cum. He is required to ask for permission and he does. I grant him his wish, with the caveat that all his cum must stay in my panties. I threaten severe punishment for leaking his man cream on my floor. He takes a moment to secure my underwear around his dick and starts to pump himself furiously.

When he cums, his whole body jerks wildly and he doubles over as the blood rushes away from his extremities and right to the center of his naked body. His mouth opens wide as if to release a moan that ends up being caught in his throat. I watch my underwear darken as he fills them with his cream. Most times he catches all of it, if for any reason he misses some, he must lick it up with his tongue while I swat his ass with my crop.

I take the cum soaked panties from him and shove them in his mouth, making sure the wet spots get right on his tongue. I grab him by the leash and lead him over to bed and have him lie on his back. I pull the chain that is suspended above the bed down. A spreader bar is attached to it, and I fasten each of his ankles into a strap at either side of the bar. With his legs parted and suspended above him, I have a great view, and more importantly access to my slave’s ass, cock, balls, and thighs.

I grab a riding crop and at first I just caress his exposed back side. I tell him he’ll be spanked until he gets his cock hard again. He grabs his flaccid dick and starts to play with himself. I begin to spank his butt. The combination of having just had an orgasm and being spanked makes it very hard for him to bring himself to erection. I get to swat his ass for a long time. Eventually; when his ass is a bright shade of crimson, and the moans coming from his panty gagged mouth become too much to bear, I pity him and help him out by reaching between his thighs and taking his dick in hand. The touch of his Betturkey Güncel Giriş Mistress’ hand does the trick and he’s usually hard in only a few strokes.

He remembers his lessons and offers mumbled gratitude through the panties in his mouth. I lower the chain, and allow his legs to rest on the bed. I remove his ankle restraints and return the chain to its place over the bed. Using silk scarves I tie each of his wrists to the bed posts. I mount him, straddling his body and lowering my sopping cunt onto his erection.

It’s my turn to get fucked and I ride him like a woman possessed, all this dominating has turned me on and I want to cum again and again. His wonderful cock fills me and I don’t know if the pounding of his manhood into my pussy, or the look of sheer obedience and servitude in his eyes makes me wilder. This isn’t love making, this is fucking; I moan heavily every time I fully impale myself on his throbbing hard cock.

He’s not just lying there mind you, his hips rise to meet mine and his own moans, dampened by my dirty underwear, fill the room with mine as we lust for one another. I scratch my nails down his chest, hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to take his skin, as I climax atop my sex slave.

I keep riding him through my orgasm, pulling the panties from his mouth I order him to cum, and he does as he is told, shooting warm man cream into my already over stimulated cunt. I rise off of his body and scoot up the bed until my knees are resting on his biceps. I lower my soiled pussy to his mouth and remind him to be gentle as he cleans his seed from my super sensitive cunt.

When I’m satisfied, I slip off of him and off the bed; we’ve made quite a mess of the room, my toys and each other. I untie him and send him to draw a bath. He knows exactly how I like it and when he tells me it’s ready, I slip into the hot soapy bath water. I might command him to bathe me, but most often I send him to clean the room. He completes his chores quickly and thoroughly, he has to be back to rinse and dry me before my bath water cools.

He uses a heated towel and brings me my big comfy robe. When I’m all warm and dry, I leave him to attend to himself as I head off to inspect his chores. Once satisfied that everything is clean and in its proper place, I head to the living room to sip on a glass of wine and await my slave. He is allowed only minutes to clean himself and present himself for inspection.

When he arrives before me on hands and knees I look over is naked body and insure that he’s up to my expectations. The only evidence of our playtime is the red marks I’ve left on his ass with my crop, cane and bare hands. I tell him what a good boy he is and return the butt plug to his ass where it belongs. I allow him to dress, and watch as he slips on his “big girl panties”, pink satin with lace ruffles. Then he gets into his business suit, getting ready to return to a world where he is in charge. I step in and knot his tie for him around his neck, expertly pulling the knot and adjusting it on his collar. He thanks me and wishes me well; I give him a friendly kiss on the cheek and squeeze his butt playfully. He discreetly takes the envelope from his inside jacket pocket and lays it on the table by the door as he leaves.

I love my job!

Fantasy Date

Blowjob

” What would be your ideal date be like… real or fantasy?” I typed.

We had only known each other for brief time but had already gotten through most of the “what are you looking for questions.” Internet dating and the world of IM were new to me but I was catching on quickly.

“You first,” she IMed

“Fantasy ok?” I replied.

“sure :-)” she responded.

“This has to happen on a Saturday or a weekday when you are off. You are picked up by a limousine around 3pm and are taken to a day spa where you are pampered with a nice manicure, pedicure, deep tissue cleaning, massage and facial. By the time you are done, you are feeling relaxed, rejuvenated and refreshed. Your lovely auburn hair is styled nicely. You are ready.

The limousine then takes you to a hotel downtown where you arrive no earlier than 8pm. You go to the front desk, tell them who you are and they hand you a card key without question, for the room that I have prepared in advance.

You go to the room and when you enter, you notice that the drapes are pulled closed and the room is in darkness except for one lamp that is on. Next to the lamp, you notice a vase full of large red roses and a nicely wrapped gift box with a ribbon on it. You untie the ribbon and open the gift box in which you find four items; a beautiful silk bra, matching g-string, a blindfold, and instructions.

Your instructions explain that it is very important that you follow the instruction exactly. You are to change into the silk bra and g-string, turn down the blankets on the bed, turn the light off so the room is in complete darkness, put the blindfold on, lie down in the center of the bed and wait. No television, radio or telephone calls allowed. Just wait.

You follow the instruction to the letter.

After about 5 or 10 minutes, you hear someone enter the room. Do not be afraid, it is I. No talking allowed. You are lying on the bed and must not say a word or xslot remove the blindfold. Simply trust.

You hear me walk around to the one side of the bed where you feel me sit on the bed next to you. I reach out and stroke you arm lightly from your shoulder down to your wrist then I close my hand around your wrist firmly. Next, I gently pick your wrist up and slowly fasten a wrist cuff on it. Then I chain it to the base of the bed that I have prepared beforehand.

I walk around to the opposite side of the bed, and stroking your arm lightly from your shoulder down to your wrist, I fasten a wrist cuff to it. Stretching your arms out so you are in the center of the bed, I chain this to the base of the bed also.

Neither of us speaks a word, as I skillfully fasten the ankle restrains and chain you securely spread eagle to the bed.

You are now mine. Mine to do with as I choose.

You feel me come closer and kneel on the bed next to you. Your heart races with anticipation and excitement. Running my fingers through your hair, I close my hand firmly pulling your hair, lean forward and kiss you gently on the lips, then once again more passionately forcing my tongue into you mouth while holding your hair firmly.

I release your hair and you sigh. With a very light touch, I run my fingers over your eyebrows admiring your pretty face. You feel the back of my hand as I touch you cheekbones then I run my fingers lightly across your lips. You do not move. You have given yourself completely to me. I lower my face towards you again and you feel my breath upon you face. I lightly and slowly rub my nose up one side and down the other of your nose then I kiss you, pulling you closer with my hand behind you neck as I kiss you passionately.

You feel me now leaning over you as I gently and slowly kiss your neck and shoulders. I soak up your beauty as I slowly worship you with my kisses.

I undo the xslot Giriş bra and pull it from you. My lips find there way to your breasts as I slowly and deliberately work my way toward your nipples. I circle one nipple with me tongue as it becomes erect. Sucking it, I roll the other tightly between my fingers then switch to the other. Your breathing becomes shallow as you pull against the restraints. Your body squirms with pleasure, yet the restraints hold securely. I stop and reach for the nipple clamps, taking care to ensure that they fastened tight – just right. You moan with pleasure as you pull against the restraints once again. Just to tease, I lean down picking up the chain between the clamps in my teeth then raise my head slowly pulling your nipples as you gasp.

I kiss you passionately as you feel my hand move down your right side over the shapely curves of your waist, thighs, and towards your wet pussy. Your body can hardly contain the excitement as I pull the g-sting to one side circling your clit with my finger. You pull against the restraints and moan louder. Holding the lips of your pussy apart gently with my fingers I begin to lick your hot pussy and clit. Being inexperienced at receiving oral sex you are a little uncomfortable with this at first but them you surrender to your desires, your body aching in ecstasy as I suck your clit.

Your pussy is wet with expectation as I slowly slide a finger in side you. You back arches in response. You can hardly contain yourself as you pull harder against the restraints trying to wiggle free to escape the raw passion that has engulfed you. Still neither one of us speaks a word.

My palm facing upward I move my finger in and out and you become wetter. With each movement, I reach deeper inside of you my finger pressing against the roof of your vagina until I find the g-spot where I rub skillfully. You scream with excitement, you fight for each breath as xslot Güncel Giriş your body succumbs to the pleasure and just as you are about to cum, I pause. You moan wanting more, but I am in control, your body is mine, given to me freely, and I will decide when you cum.

I begin to suck your clit again only to deny you the orgasm your body cries for as I pause patiently.

I loosen your ankle chains just enough to allow you to bend your knees as you eagerly await my throbbing hard cock. Positioning myself above you with my knees between your legs, you gasp as push my hard cock into your eagerly waiting pussy. I move my hips directly above yours as I thrust hard inside you. Bending down I pick up the chain in my mouth and as I thrust deeper, my back arched and pulls on the nipple clamps. I kiss you with the chain in my mouth and the hard thrusting becomes long slow stokes.

Gone are the boundaries of flesh, our bodies one, one passion, one excitement. I feel your body begin to tremble. I raise my head, chain still in my mouth. You feel my strength and power as I thrust harder and faster deep within you. I feel your cervix as I push hard against it, driving me crazy, every nerve ending on the head of my cock alive, wanting you and you wanting me. The trembling in you body increases, you pull hard against your restraints, lifting your knees you scream as your body erupts in a violent orgasm. You are breathless, as the orgasm seems to last forever. Your back arches as you pull against the restraints to lift your body up and kiss me wildly and passionately.

As the after glow subsided, I put my finger to your lips as if to say “Shhhhh.” I withdraw and you lay still as I remove the restraints from you left wrist and ankle. You lay quietly as you regain your breath. I dress quietly and leave. You hear the door close. You are now free to remove your blindfold and the remaining restraints. To your right on the nightstand you see a cold can of Diet Coke, a glass and a card. You pop open the can of Diet Coke and without using the glass, you press the can to your lips and drink quenched your thirst. You remove the card from the envelope. Opening the card, you read three simple words “I adore you.”