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                      Making of a Mistress

                             WARNING

This story contains sex among consenting people not generally
considered to be legal age. See "About Making of a Mistress" for
the reasons why. If this offends you, stop reading now. The
author suggest that you view this story totally as a fantasy, and
use it only in consensual adult role playing.

This article also contains a strong female domination theme. If
this offends you, you are reading the wrong newsgroup.

                                          E-mail always welecome.
                                          Mule

                              -=o=-

                      Making of a Mistress
                            Chapter 3
                           SUSAN AGAIN

Ken said that he was glad he caught Susan in an embarrassing
sexual situation. It confirmed her real orientation towards boys.
She was a "doer" rather than just a "looker". She wasn't
satisfied unless she could actually play with the real thing. He
commented that she needed a "safe" boy to play with. Susan didn't
need to be told that! She lamented that some girls were lucky,
they had younger brothers to experiment with. She had nobody. He
was quick to correct her. He said that she now had an older
"brother" to play with. He wanted to play with himself with Susan
watching since he started living in the house, but didn't know
how to bring up the subject. Now, he said, they had the perfect
arrangement.

Susan asked him when they could start, and he answered by
standing up and revealing his half erect cock sticking out of his
fly. Susan took him by the hand, and lead him downstairs where
she had him quickly erected to his full 7 inches. She made a
comment about how wise he was to take his penis out when he was
talking to her since there plainly wasn't enough room in his
pants for it. She suggested that he would probably be more
comfortable if he took them off.

Ken complied by getting completely undressed. This was a rare
treat for Susan since she usually didn't make her boys get
undressed due to the danger of having to do a quick coverup. At
most, she would have them pull down their pants and underwear,
although she usually worked through the boy's fly.

Susan enjoyed her close up view of Ken's body even more than
those she caught of him coming out of the shower. In addition to
a simply gorgeous cock, Ken's muscular frame accentuated his
maleness. His large chest tapered into a narrow waist pointing to
a triangle of pubic hair which nicely outlined his sexual organs.
>From the back, Susan noticed he had strong legs ending in very
cute buns.

Due to the late hour, and Susan's mother coming home from work,
they didn't have as much time to play as they desired. Susan
would have loved to have continued fingering him. She groped for
the words to ask him to do what she wanted to see most. Somehow
asking him, "Play with yourself," didn't seem to be the right
wording. Ken put her out of her embarrassment by asking her if
she wanted to see him "jerk off." She gulped a simple "yes," and
sat on the couch while Ken knelt in front of her and masturbated.

Susan felt so honored. She saw herself as a queen with her humble
slave kneeling before her offering her his greatest gift. Susan
watched as he approached orgasm. His already enlarged cock seemed
to grow even bigger and harder. It certainly got fatter and
redder. His breaths began to come in gasps, and his entire
essence seemed to be wrapped up in his one hand. She knew that
getting a boy to this point would make him extremely vulnerable,
and she wished she knew how to get that power. She had a tough
time deciding whether to watch the reaction on his face or what
was going on with his penis. Finally, with a groan, Ken let off
with numerous jets of creamy white come right at Susan's feet. It
was the most exciting moment of her young life.

She thought of Ken's masturbation, and the depositing his come at
her feet like a cat who brings his mistress a mouse as a present -- 
perversely pleasant, and the ultimate in flattery. As she sat
there looking at the pools of semen between her sneakers, Susan
knew that this was something every girl should see, and she
wanted more of it.

                              -=o=-

When Susan saw Ken (all of him) again on the following Monday,
she had a new proposal. She told him that since she was
satisfying his fantasy, he should consider satisfying hers. (As
if she weren't getting enough already). She told him that she had
an imaginary playmate, a younger sister, in fact. She would teach
her sister all the things a girl should know. (She didn't tell
Ken that she considered one of the jobs of a big sister is to
show her little sisters what boys looked like). She proposed that
if Ken would switch his role from big brother to little sister,
she would give his penis all the attention it deserved.

Ken agreed to this, and his training (or a Susan put it, his
"feminization program") began immediately. She decided to start
him off at the beginning. She treated him as her new-born baby
sister.

Getting some of the supplies she needed wasn't all that
difficult. A trip to the supermarket had her well stocked with
baby powder, baby oil, bottles, bibs, and just about everything
else she needed except diapers. Her mother had some old diapers
from when she was a baby, but they were way too small.

At first she used towels, but then decided to make her own
diapers on the sewing machine. The "pattern" was unbelievably
simple. She had a pink bonnet that fit well enough. (Homo sapiens
are born with disproportionately big heads, their bodies sort of
grow out under it as they mature). She also had a night shirt
left over from a couple of years ago on Ken, it made a nice
dressing gown.

After she diapered him, she fed him his bottle. Ken was always a
good milk drinker as any athelete should be. He sucked his bottle
(or "bot bot" as he later came to call it) hungrily. Ken actually
enjoyed the way she hugged him as she rubbed her hand on his back
and patted it to burp him.

As he usually did in the afternoon after he ate, Ken had some
very normal biological needs. Susan waited for him to wet and
dirty his diapers. Ken, of course, obliged.

The two of them would break out of role play enough for Ken to
walk to the bathroom for his cleanup and bath.

Susan gave him his bath, making sure that everything was clean.
Ken palyed his part well enough, splashing around, and getting
Susan wet. Finally, she had him lay down as she applied the baby
oil. She divided her time equally front and back gently working
one of her fingers into his anus as she rubbed the oil into his
cute buns. She wondered how much the average mom spent rubbing
oil on her son's penis. She was sure it wasn't the 15 or so
minutes she spent.

In the following weeks, Susan engaged Ken in all kinds of little
girl's games. He was taught how to play house, was the naked
guest of honor at a tea party, and soon learned the names of all
of Susan's dolls. Of course, Susan took time out often during the
play to have Ken jerk off for her. Susan had no problem
commanding him to do so after the first day.

One of the most memorable points during Ken's training was the
day she and Ken played "dress up". They found a large selection
of women's clothes in the garage, and it provided Susan with
hours of fun. She was thoroughly amused watching Ken struggling
into a girdle and bra. Most of the clothes simply weren't built
for his physique. There was quite a noticeable bulge in front.
Susan learned quickly that bikini panties were out of the
question. Even the large, full-sized panties could barely contain
Ken's erected cock. Short shorts were totally inadequate as were
mini skirts. No matter how he tried to adjust them, his penis
stuck out somewhere.

Susan did find one outfit for him that fit rather well. She would
have preferred extremely feminine underwear, but had to settle
for plain while nylon panties (she found a pair of extra large to
hold his penis), and panty hose. She selected a grey and red
plaid, calf length skirt (on Ken it was just below the knee), and
a silk blouse with plenty of lace. She did up the wig they found
into a hair style that went along with Ken's features nicely. She
gave up on trying to teach him how to use makeup, so she wound up
applying it herself. She was extremely satisfied with the
results. Ken looked very pretty. She was disappointed that she
couldn't find any shoes to fit him. It would have been a scream
to see him tottering around in high heels.

Susan decided that classic fashion was not what she wanted in a
look for Ken. If he were to be a little girl, then he should look
like one. The wig was redone in pig tails, the frilly blouse was
turned in for a plain light blue sleeveless one, and the skirt
replaced with a denim mini skirt matching the blouse. She added
some frilly tennis panties that did nothing to hide his sex
organs. They barely kept in his testicles, and helped keep his
penis standing straight up. They did accent his rear end nicely.
The skirt was so short that it merely draped down either side of
his penis.

Susan later supplemented the outfit with pom-pom socklettes and
light blue sneakers bought from a large women's shop. It was
exactly what she wanted; quite sporty yet very feminine. It gave
her a good view of his ass and penis (she loved to watch the way
it bounced up and down when he danced for her or played hop
scotch or jumprope), and he didn't even have to drop a stitch for
her when he masturbated so they could keep that activity
spontaneous.

While he was wearing his female apparel, Ken was the perfect
little girl. His every movement was in accordance with the sex he
was trying to portray. Even out of drag, in his regular clothes,
Susan noticed a subtle feminine gracefulness in his movements.
She was quite happy that he was starting to think like a girl.

- Mule













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