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Authors name: Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)
Story title : Daphne's Diary of Elegance and Decadence
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DAPHNE'S DIARY OF ELEGANCE AND DECADENCE
Written by Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)
The story is my gift to the readers, and is Public
Domain.
Transvestite Daphne has a reunion with The Prof, the
world's greatest dildo-maker. Kinky escapades ensue.
Screamingly funny and wildly erotic in its own
transgender way. (Mdom/cd, bond, rel, tg, spank, drugs)
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PART ONE---Daphne Dresses for a Reunion
DEAR DIARY--I've just returned from my special visit
with the Professor, and I want to put it all down while
the experience is fresh in my mind.
It's not quite a year since my first visit to him and
our blind date. Of course I had known him through
correspondence before then, so he knew I would be cross-
dressed when we met that night at the sex club. I
dressed as a blonde in a black miniskirt.
When he gave my "breast" an affectionate squeeze just
moments after we met, I knew I really liked him. Tall
and sharp dressed (loved that Star Trek pin!), the
Professor was the kinkiest man I had ever met, and he
showed me a great time at the sex show. I got a lot of
flattering comments about my outfit and many admiring
glances at my silk-stockinged legs.
I began to think of him as the "Professor" (Honorary
Doctor of Dildo-ology) not long after that. He had made
a perfect dildo from a design idea of mine--the
"HumanB". He even added it to his world-renowned
inventory of specialty designs. We decided to
collaborate on a wild dildo design--the "Alien Master".
There were many technical challenges which the Prof had
to work mightily to overcome, and the project took many
months to complete. He invited me back to experience the
fruits of his labor, and thus my second visit to him.
The Prof had unexpectedly come into a substantial
inheritance and wisely invested the money and bought a
home south of the Bay. He had extensive remodeling done
and bragged on how the basement was now "The Chamber"
and that one bath was now the "E" room.
It was to be my fate to meet the Alien Master in the
soundproof confines of the Chamber....
I took a taxi from the airport and found the house key
where the Prof had hidden it. I unpacked and hung my
dresses and laid out my makeup, heels and hose. A thrill
shot through me as I inspected the Prof's unique
selection of framed art tastefully displayed in his
beautifully decorated home.
There were numerous pencil and ink drawings of very
young men in shockingly sexual transvestite poses. All
of them were drawn with foot-long penises (or longer!),
semi-erect, lying across their nyloned thighs and
corseted bellies. Pre-cum oozed plentifully. I found one
drawing of a blonde TV in a black mini and realized with
a jolt that it was I! I was deeply touched by this token
of the Prof's affection and became determined to give
myself to him completely during my visit.
I shuddered as I found the padded door of the Chamber,
but its treasures remained hidden as the door was
tightly locked. I found the "E" room and decided to
begin my preparations for the evening. Cramping fluid
flowed continuously as I proceeded to irrigate the
farthest reaches of my insides!
When it was over, all I could do was collapse into the
guest bed and fall instantly asleep. I awoke in late
afternoon much refreshed and happy that I would present
"the world's cleanest tube" for the Prof's enjoyment. I
began to think about what I should wear to please him.
He had revealed much about his personal tastes, so I
decided that a "schoolgirl/whore" combination would
amuse the Great Man. I began with white g-string panties
once worn by a stripper (another story for another
time), then added my garter belt and matching mauve
fishnet nylons. I slipped on my 4" stiletto pumps and
tottered across the room to my foundations.
After adjusting the strapless bra, I slipped in
Frederick's new "natural" breast enhancers (taking me to
38D!). My white bare midriff silk halter-top was next
and I was ready for my makeup. I kept it schoolgirl-
simple but perhaps indulged a bit with shiny "titty-
pink" lipstick.
I knew he liked me blonde so I went with my long blonde
look, but piled up and pony-tailed. I was ready--my
shortest miniskirt in brown with matching leather belt.
No way to "hide my candy"! I did my nails to match the
lipstick as I waited for His arrival. I looked at myself
in his full-length mirror and thought, "With a little
imagination, I look just like a 16 year old blonde
prostitute!"
I became anxious, though, fearful that He might not
approve...I crossed and uncrossed my legs nervously, and
then suddenly I heard the front door open.
As He entered the luxurious living room, I stood up and
bravely smiled at him, giving him an eyeful of the leg
show I was offering. The Prof's reaction was
perfect...he swiftly crossed the room, took me in his
arms and kissed me deeply. I was overwhelmingly grateful
that my appearance turned him on and loved him for it.
We relaxed in the den on a super-size leather sofa and
made small talk over chilled chardonnay. I produced some
excellent grass which he expertly rolled in seconds. The
combination of the wine and grass soon produced a
wonderful aphrodisiac effect and I asked him what he
planned to do with me...were His intentions honorable?
He laughed and said "Anything but." The Prof then told
me of his pride in the finished Alien Master and that he
considered it the greatest dildo of all time and that no
one had ever felt it and I would be the first person in
the world to have it and he intended to rape me with it
and produce at least six orgasms in me before the night
was over! As if that weren't enough to turn me on in
extremis, he went on to say that since I had an
"indescribably sexy" look, He himself intended to fuck
me repeatedly in the most creative positions in His
Chamber!
I was stunned and for a moment my mouth was too dry to
speak. I knew that He knew all about my special
preferences...for bondage, cock toys, spanking, nipple
clamps, gags, gasmasks, rubber and leather of all kinds,
and for anal rape, huge dildos and cocksucking! I was
frightened...who wouldn't be?...but I loved and trusted
the Prof and so I gave my consent to him.
As we finished the wine and grass, he held me and
reminded me that part of any "scene" is the acting of
the top and bottom and to keep that in mind if things
got ugly a little later not to worry too much. I was too
far gone to care at that point!
He said He was ready and for me to stand behind the sofa
and lie over it, face down to the seat cushions. I did
and he quickly handcuffed my hands behind my back,
putting me in a helpless position. I began to whimper
and he stuffed my mouth with a rag. I felt him lift my
short skirt and pull down my g-string. I knew I was
about to be spanked! He said "Don't go away" and left
the room to change clothes.
What a delicious feeling...on 4" heels bending
helplessly over...ass perfectly exposed...gagged...high
on grass...waiting for Him to hurt me! I nearly came
with the anticipation of it all!
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him enter the
room...short cutoff jeans, tank top, Doc Martens, and
slave arm bands. Oh yeah!
He surprised me by standing me up and moving me around
to the other side where he sat down and pulled me down
over his lap. He wrapped one leg around mine, held my
head down with one hand, and began spanking me with the
other.
He was expert and within seconds my ass was flaming red
and stinging, then hurting...I began to wriggle and he
spanked harder and faster! My penis was fully erect and
rubbing against his inner thigh...I gasped as he grasped
my scrotum and yanked my cock and balls backward to the
top of his other thigh. He paused..."Had enough,
Daphne?"
I nodded vigorously.
He laughed and spanked even harder! I screamed and
drooled into the rag until great wads of drool dripped
onto his Doc Martens. Suddenly he stopped and said,
"Enough for now--there will be bamboo and lash later
tonight."
He pushed me over and I fell onto the carpet. Through
tear-filled eyes I looked up at Him and saw the tip of
his erect penis at the edge of his cutoffs. Like an
electric shock, I realized that spanking me was erotic
to Him; it was as close to experiencing the feelings of
a woman as I had ever come...my sexual pain and
humiliation was pleasurable to him! My stoned brain
realized that many more frontiers would be crossed that
night....
END OF PART ONE
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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