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Archive name: daphne07.txt (FMdom/cd, bd, tg, tort, nc)
Authors name: Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)
Story title : Daphne's Diary of Elegance and Decadence

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PART SEVEN: Sex in the City 
(CD/cd, CdDom/CD, tg, ped, bdsm, size)
Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)

***

Dear Diary, The Prof has done the most generous and 
selfish thing I've ever encountered-he has adopted 
Jamie!

After their night together, he was never the same again. 
Lovestruck fool that he was, he used his enormous 
financial power to manipulate the legal system and adopt 
Jamie within just two weeks.

Of course the "Cat'lics" were glad to be rid of him.... 
it improved their already enormous P&L statement to have 
one less mouth to feed.... so they bought into it 
immediately!

And I must admit it seemingly was generous. Jamie was 
now the "heir" of the Prof, and as such stood to 
inherit, partially or entirely, his vast fortune. Jamie 
would instantly vault from penniless orphan.... to 
wealthy princess.... and would immediately benefit by 
home tutoring, legions of servants (including yours 
truly, on occasion), fabulous wardrobes of feminine 
fashion from around the globe, and most importantly, the 
unfettered freedom of tranny promiscuity, all sanctioned 
by the Prof himself!

Selfish? Well, hadn't the Prof guaranteed himself years, 
perhaps a lifetime, of sexual contact with one of the 
most beautiful trannies ever created?

I went to her room to congratulate her on her good 
fortune and found her fantasying about something and 
playing with that gorgeous cock of hers....

"Jamie darling, am I intruding?"

"Miss D, I was just thinking about you!" (Possibly a 
lie, but a beautiful and creative one nonetheless....) 
"Come here and kiss me!"

I slipped off my dress and undergarments and climbed in 
bed with her, and we spent delicious moments frenching 
and fondling.... and I was delighted to find that she 
was a much improved kisser. I sucked her nipples and 
masturbated her for awhile.

"I don't know how to thank you Miss D", she said 
breathlessly.

"Call me Darling.... and what do you mean exactly?"

"Miss D.... Darling.... you made all of this possible. 
How can I ever thank you enough?"

"All I ever wanted was your happiness."

(bit of a stretch there....)

"Darling you are the source of my happiness and always 
will be.... so let's.... let's have real sex now, real 
sex like Daddy showed me." (oh it's Daddy now is it?)

Jamie said "Daddy has been so gentle with me, just like 
you said he would be."

"I knew that he would."

"The whole time we have been together, he hasn't gone in 
more than three inches."

"He was afraid of hurting you, darling."

"I'm grateful to him for that, Miss D, and what we had 
was truly beautiful, beyond belief, but I'm afraid...."

"Afraid of what, Jamie?"

"What I'm afraid of is that someone else may not be as 
gentle, and I'm afraid that they will hurt me, seeing as 
I'm so small, you know...?"

(Well he was only size 2, remember?)

"And you want me to....?"

He whispered, "I want you to stretch me, Miss D, so I 
won't get hurt, and I want to have real sex with you, 
just like I have dreamed of ever since we met."

"Oh Jamie, I'm not sure that is such a good idea."

(The devious Kang had programmed a "growth spurt", and I 
was now a little over 11 inches, and just as thick as 
before!)

"Oh, I couldn't take all of you, I know that, you've got 
the biggest cock I've ever seen. I just want enough of 
you to stretch and train me, you know....?"

(Am I really hearing this?)

"Daddy's in the Lab with Mistress S and someone else, 
and I'm pretty sure they'll be there all night, judging 
from what I've seen so far. Please Miss D, don't make me 
beg....?"

(Well, far be it from me to see someone suffer....)

We experimented with several positions, and after about 
half an hour or so, he decided that the "straight 
cowgirl" was best for him. (Just like S and me in the 
Rubber Room....)

He loved being astride my pelvis, facing me and able to 
kiss me and suck my nipples.

The stretching proved to be quite pleasurable for both 
of us. He lay face down on my abdomen, and backed onto 
me a fraction of an inch at a time, always in control of 
the amount he was getting, and going deeper and deeper. 
He was tighter than any penis pump I was ever in! Tight, 
hot and slick.... (hard combination to beat, wouldn't 
you say?)

He kept his eyes closed, and moaned in that littlegirl 
voice of his every time I broke a deeper part of his 
cherry. After nearly 30 minutes, we had succeeded in 
stretching over six inches of his tiny rectum and had 
arrived at the lower end of his sigmoid.

"Oh God! Miss D my ass is so crammed! It hurts.... 
ooooohh!"

"We'll rest now, Darling...."

We stayed in this most intimate of embraces until his 
heavy breathing subsided. After a few minutes, he had 
begun to accommodate and adjust to my massive cock 
stretching him to the bursting point.

I told Jamie that I was ready to train him, and the 
beautiful tranny nodded okay.

"Gently move back and forth on me.... don't come all the 
way out.... let yourself relax around me."

He began to gently fuck himself, slowly at first, and 
then faster and faster, moaning and gasping as he got 
used to the fantastic sensation of being reamed. Seeing 
his ecstatic face and his erotic response from close 
range was one of the singular moments of my life!

When the first signs of semen begin to ooze and drip 
from his tip, I said, "Jamie darling you're about to 
cum! Sit straight up on me!"

He did and my glans penetrated his sigmoid, and Jamie 
screamed and began to spurt without being touched! He 
bathed my hair, face and breasts with 10 continuous 
streams, and then I started coming and he could feel me 
coming, and he had five teeth-clenching "dry spurts", 
and we screamed and squealed together in "simulgasm" 
until he finally collapsed onto my chest and was soon 
fast asleep, and I pulled the covers over us, and we 
slept in each other's sweet embrace....

*

On the way back to the city the next morning, I must 
admit that I felt really proud of the way I had trained 
Jamie, and how my overall facilitations had changed 
their lives forever.

(The Prof wasn't kidding about Jamie's newly purchased 
freedom. Some months later he showed me an incredible 
photo that he had made with his longest telephoto lens. 
It was the secret sex shack, and it was completely 
surrounded by priests who were all peeking through the 
windows at Jamie in full tran regalia taking on six of 
the "cutest boys over there". Maybe trannies really do 
have more fun!)

And speaking of facilitating, I forgot to mention that 
the Mistress invited me to go into business together, 
and we are now partners! I moved into her penthouse 
apartment on Russian Hill, and took the limo each 
morning to our office on Union Street where I learned 
all about the ins and outs of the dirty business of 
professional facilitation. One of the first acts of our 
partnership endeared her forever to me. She refunded 
$10,000 of the money that I had paid her! (She did keep 
her $5000 personal services fee, however.)

It turned out that Cancer Man was one of her regular 
toilet slave clients. All she had to do was merely 
threaten to cut him off from his weekly humiliation 
sessions, and he caved immediately on the issue of the 
Prof's continued captivity. (Just another chickenshit 
with a badge and a big revolver after all!)

I gratefully used the $10,000 refund for the major boob 
job that I had wanted for so long, and the balance for a 
botox facelift and other minor cosmetic surgery.

*

The Mistress listened quietly as I recapitulated my 
unexpected session of stretching and training Jamie, and 
then spending the night with her. I didn't go into too 
much detail, choosing instead to merely cover the basics 
of what happened between us.

"I think you did what either of us would have done under 
the circumstances. Given Ron's slacker sensibilities and 
Jamie's inquisitiveness...we both know what a schemer 
she is...and the hundreds of choice cocks just next 
door, it is only a matter of time until she sneaks out 
for a sex party. God only knows how much damage she 
could have suffered from those horny teenage boys and 
their stiff thrusting cocks. Of course, I presume you 
took no personal pleasure in the matter."

I said, "Not in the slightest. It was a dirty job, but 
somebody had to do it."

One of the more interesting aspects of our relationship 
was our ability to understand each other's codes. Her 
question, for example, told me that there was an edge of 
jealousy there, and my answer told her that I understood 
and wished to spare her feelings by lying about it.

We were standing in my bedroom as we talked, and I began 
unpacking my overnight case. The Mistress closed the 
door, leaned against it, and let her peignoir slip off 
her shoulders onto the carpet. She was blonde for a 
change and in maribou heels, silk stockings, and a 
fabulous Victoria's Secret "Merry Widow" corset in pale 
blue. She looked wonderful.

Our business relationship was one thing, and our 
personal sex life together something entirely different. 
She certainly was a highly talented dominatrix, as she 
had proved on our very first night together. But as our 
feelings for each other deepened, she opened up to me in 
a richly complex fashion. She began to permit me the 
honor of fucking her, a privilege only a handful had 
previously enjoyed.

She had turned full-time tranny in her mid-20's, but 
sexually had been a dominating top since adolescence. 
Incredibly, she had almost no experience as a bottom, 
therefore it fell to me to be the one to introduce her 
to the pleasures of it.

"Do you remember our first night together, when I hosed 
you with the footlong?" .... Long pause.... (She is 
looking at the pointed toes of her high heels).... 
Looking straight up at me me, she said, "Well, that's 
what I want, but this time I want it to be you who is 
hosing me!"

I quickly slipped on the Baby Doll from last night. We 
joined hands and sat on edge of the bed.

"Oh, Darling, I don't think that's a good idea."

The most she had voluntarily taken up to now was only 
six inches, only 1/2 my length....

"Daphne, I'm in love with you! I cannot bear the thought 
of someone else giving you more than I can. I don't care 
what the risk, I want all of you in every way!"

"Oh darling, it's too dangerous to you. I can't do it!" 
I gripped her hands even tighter....

"You can and you will. This is my decision, not yours. 
You underestimate me if you think I have not thought 
this through completely." (yeah, whatever....)

"Do you see the name and number written on that post-it 
on the phone? The top colon surgeon in San Francisco.... 
I'm probably her best client.... I have referred dozens 
of perforations to her .... She owes me!.... She is 
standing by, and if something goes wrong, call her and 
she will tell you which hospital to take me to."

"This is crazy!"

"That's what our friend said about you, isn't it?"

(What could I say?)

"Here's how we'll do it. You will tie me to your bed, 
and then force it into me. As you know, I can't 
voluntarily take more than about six inches, so there 
really isn't any other choice, is there?"

We quickly stripped the sheets off my bed, and I spread 
towels over the end of the mattress, and on the floor 
underneath. She lay face down from the end of the 
mattress, and I restrained each high heeled ankle 
against the outside edges with restraints from previous 
sessions. I pulled her wrists together behind her back 
and roped her arms and breasts "bulldogging" style.

"Are you really sure? Once I start, there is no turning 
back. No green-yellow-red safe-sex bullshit! Do you 
understand what I'm saying?"

She shuddered violently and screamed, "Just get on with 
it! FUCK ME!"

I left her there to think about what she had become, and 
went into my bathroom and slipped off the BabyDoll 
panties, and then went back to her.

"I'm going to gag you with these panties. I've had them 
on for two days...with any luck you'll taste a bit of 
Jamie there too...and, oh, I peed on them just a minute 
ago because I don't want you to get dehydrated, you 
slut."

The bitch clamped her teeth tightly and refused my gag. 
I was furious and grabbed her nostrils and pinched 
tightly. Seconds later she couldn't breathe and panicked 
and opened her mouth only to have me cram the wadded 
panties into her screaming mouth. I secured the gag with 
"invisible" masking tape which I tautly pulled over her 
mouth and cheeks. The great Mistress was now a total 
slave and under my complete control!

Ordinarily I would have whipped her ass with one of her 
own heavy leather straps (just to reinforce her 
submissive emotions), but I decided that she was there 
already. I lubed us thoroughly and got down to business. 
The first six inches went in smoothly, and she moaned 
appropriately. I tentatively pressed in a little, and 
reached the entry portal to her sigmoid (which was even 
more sharply s-curved than my own).

A violent thrust would destroy her, and I certainly 
didn't want that.

(After all, it's not every day that you get to screw 
your business partner, is it?)

Kang had taught me a lot about the intricacies of 
monster penis penetration of the sigmoid, and it was 
time now to put that working knowledge to use. The new 
slave was trembling violently as I twisted my remaining 
six inches and began ever so slowly to force my way up 
and in. I reached around her right thigh and found her 
cock and began fondling it (so important for the sub to 
associate colon pain with penile pleasure, wouldn't you 
agree?). She screamed continuously into her panty gag as 
her intestine was stretched by the biggest thing she had 
ever felt! The sensation running through my own glans 
was indescribable as I felt her hot tube begin to 
straighten under my onslaught. All track of time 
disappeared as I gave my love her heart's desire....

Looking down I could see that 10 of my 11+ were in, and 
decided on the spur of the moment to teach her who 
really had the power in our relationship. I grabbed her 
shoulders and jerked her body toward me just as I bucked 
like a stallion!

Her head thrashed violently from side to side, as she 
screamed into her gag with all her might. God help me 
but I just couldn't stop myself. I started raping her! 

I pulled seven inches out, and then brutally jammed all 
seven right back in to the hilt. Pumping just as fast as 
the Rhodesians had pumped me, I gave my slave the 
reamout of the century! Sobbing and shrieking, she 
looked over her shoulder at me, and her beautiful green 
eyes were wild and crazed, and tears flooded from them, 
but no mercy was given....

*

(I must digress for a moment. It must described in 
technical terms what Kang had changed about my 
sexuality. The average guy ejaculates about 9 cc's in 
six or seven spurts, maybe once or twice a week, right? 
Well, the "new" Daphne could ejaculate 10 times as much 
semen each time, and four times every day! Or 400 cc's 
all at once, or any combination in between! I was horny 
all the time. Can you imagine it?

Each ejaculation took at least 20 spurts, and the 
orgasmic pleasure was even greater than I had been 
capable of before the involuntary surgery. (And I was a 
screamer even then....)

*

I've always said that there's nothing like a sexy sub in 
helpless bondage taking every last inch of a footlong to 
bring one to an undeniable climactic state. My 
subconscious told my libido to give her all 400 cc's in 
20 unbelievable spasms....

*

I carefully checked myself and her for signs of fresh 
blood and was surprised and gratified to find only the 
traces of tissue-blood one would expect after such a 
brutal assault. (Sorry, Doctor!)

She was sobbing face down to the mattress, and I went to 
the side of the bed and gently sat beside her and 
stroked her hair. I turned her head towards me and saw 
that her beautiful face was a mess of tears, snot and 
drool, and I wiped the snot off her nose. With my other 
hand I reached back on the mattress and covered my 
fingers with the slime I could feel there. I smeared the 
slime across her nostrils.

"You came while I was fucking you. I'm sure you didn't 
even know it. Recognize the smell of your own cum?"

She closed her eyes and shuddered.

I got off the mattress, looked down at her and said, 
"I'm going to fix myself a drink and make a couple of 
phone calls. When I get back, I'm going to whip your ass 
severely with your leather straps, and I'm going to 
crush your nipples with the metal alligators...."

"And then darling, because you may never permit me to do 
this again, and I have you exactly where I want you, I'm 
sure you understand where I'm coming from sistah, I'm 
going to fist you up to my elbow!"

As I closed the bedroom door, I could hear her terrified 
screams into her panty gag. (you didn't know Daphne 
could be so cruel, did you?)

Modesty and Her privacy (what's left of it) prevent me 
from going into the details of the all-night episodes of 
spanking, whipping, nipple clamping, raping, fisting, 
and other abuses that I subjected Her to, but knowing me 
as you do, I'm content to leave it to your hyper-
ventilated imagination....

*

While my new slave was recuperating, I took command of 
our business, and soon had generated a backlog of 
corporate and governmental (two Presidential 
candidates!) dirty facilitations which would keep us 
busy for at least six months.

Dear Diary, I am so, so sorry, but facilitator/client 
privilege prevents me from telling you about these most 
provocative cases, but I am determined to find a way to 
somehow describe these unforgettable adventures. (a 
future Diary perhaps...)

*

Remember the strawberry blond receptionist? She, "a real 
she", had told the Mistress that Jamie had "hit" on her 
during our first visit, so I arranged for Monique to 
spend one weekend a month "shacking up" with Jamie. All 
of us thought it prudent to give Jamie a "balanced" view 
of the sexes, and as it worked out, was perfectly 
acceptable to both of them.

I was in my corner window office, and decided to check 
my e-mail. I'm not sure exactly what prompted me, but I 
checked a "private" e-mail that I used only 
occasionally. Well, my, my, you've got mail!

After deleting the typical "date-rape-invite" messages 
(usually from the Canadians), I found one message that 
was a couple of weeks old....sender unidentified, and 
only addressed to DAFFNEE.

(Oh my God!)

I clicked it open, and sure enough, it was written in 
Denebian! I picked up the phone and called the Prof at 
his estate and told him that Kang had e-mailed me, but 
in Denebian, and the Prof told me to forward it to his 
e-mail and he would translate it. After what seemed an 
eternity, but was actually only about half an hour, He 
called me and told me what Kang had sent me.

"Daphne, Kang sent you this message just as their ship 
left our solar system and went to warp speed, "quote":

"My darling Daphne, with greatest affection, send you 
this from me before lost is radio contact. Well is our 
son and also twin of his. Trusting is Kang that new 
equipment of yours is performing and surprising maybe 
even to dearest Daphne. Telling surprise to Kang is 
sensor readings studying have I been, sensors of Kang 
surgery of you. Scientifically Kang not know exactly 
how, but regeneration chamber readings show conclusively 
that combination of Kang ejaculate and regeneration in 
portable chamber give now Daphne unusual medical 
properties.

Sensors say Daphne now has complete immunity to all 
STD's, killer retroviruses included.

(Jesus!!)

Further sensors say that ejaculation by Daphne into any 
human colon immunity will give to that human, but 
immunity cannot be further given by that human. Only 
Daphne can give the STD immunity. Not why Ronn, ask you? 
Puzzled Kang was also until realize that necessary it 
not was to amputate organs of him, so not need 
regeneration chamber, right? Chamber is synergistic key 
to mind of Kang. You only human ever to be there.

Deeply think on subject, then Kang realize that Daphne 
in great danger. Must not tell anyone, stress Anyone, 
that Daphne has this power!

On Earth long enough Kang was to know that if secret of 
Daphne revealed, multinational corporations and greedy 
governments will kidnap Daphne and harvest her organs in 
vain attempt to discover immunity secret. Not even Kang 
know how it happened.

Goodbye my greatest and dearest love...."

Miles apart, the Prof and I hit our "delete" keys 
simultaneously!

"Daphne get out here as fast as you can! I'm heading for 
the E room!"

He hung up the phone.

*

And so Dear Reader, I have chosen to share this 
incredible secret with you. Dangerous? Perhaps, but 
something tells me that I can trust you completely.... 
after all, you came through 7 chapters to get here, 
didn't you?

So far I have immunized Jamie, the Mistress, the Prof, 
S, Monique and her half sister, and some of my closest 
friends, including Freedom, Trent, Ben, Kelly, and 
Sarah, both Tori's, both Michelle's, and a few others 
who know who they are....

Would you like to be immunized against all STD's, too? 
Are you willing to be penetrated by a beautiful blonde 
tranny with major boobs and almost a foot of cock?

You will be thrilled to know that I have decided to give 
the immunity to anyone who has read my complete Diary, 
and that means you, doesn't it? You know where I 
am....all you have to do is make contact.... I'm 
24/7/365, remember?

Come to me darling.... don't be afraid.... come to 
Daphne....

END OF PART SEVEN

Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly 
condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted 
sexual activities described herein. DB

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