From: adietrech@aol.com (A Dietrech)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Story: TV Weekend 1/6 TG femdom
Date: 10 Dec 1994 01:30:08 -0500
TVWKEND1.TXT
Part I
"Be at my place at 7:00 slave," said the husky, seductive voice on the
phone, "and I know you won't be late." The sound was both thrilling and
chilling at the same time; its matter-of-fact yet hypnotic tone searing
into
my mind. It was Joan, the beautiful woman who had taken control of my
life.
"Bring your bag of 'toys' and plan on spending the weekend. Just bring
your
shaver and toilet articles. Don't bother to pack any clothes, you won't be
needing any." I didn't even hear the click of the receiver; it took the
sound
of the dial tone to jar me back to reality. The call to my office phone
was
over almost before it had begun. But it left me off balance the rest of
that
Friday afternoon. How typical of Joan.
Thoughts of her and what might lay ahead filled my mind as I drove to
Joan's house near the outskirts of town. Not long ago she was merely the
attractive, assertive women I had met in a bar one night. Now she seemed
to
control my life. I couldn't help but notice her as she had entered the
bar,
her 5'11", leggy height accentuated by her high-heeled pumps. She wore a
tight silk blouse and a dark slit skirt. I admired her from a distance;
watching as she made her way down the length of the bar. She sipped a
drink
casually; listening with bored disinterest to the come-ons that various
men
threw her way. I was surprised when she took the stool next to me. I'm an
average looking guy, although I keep my hard, muscular body in excellent
shape with regular workouts. She appeared to be out of my league and
besides,
probably didn't have the type of personality I so secretly craved . She
immediately initiated a conversation. At first I found myself staring at
the
braless hard nipples of her medium size breasts and the way the curve of
her
firm thighs was exposed as she crossed her legs. She had long dark hair
framing her full shiny lips and the deep brown eyes that seemed to
penetrate
so.
I was soon lost in those eyes. It was she that controlled the
conversation; brazenly probing the darkest corners of my personality and
eventually inviting me to her place. With Joan as the aggressor, the
evening
was filled with a special passion that occupies the grey area between
seduction and rape. In our subsequent meetings I had experienced things
that
had surpassed my wildest of secret desires. She must have sensed early on
my
submissive nature and she exploited and expanded it every time we were
together. Although it wasn't expressly stated, there never was any
question
of who was in command. Now, only a few weeks later I was her sexual
slave:
helpless, yet willing to obey her desires.
My mind snapped back to the present as I turned into the driveway of
her
suburban home. In my excitement I almost forgot to get the bag from the
trunk
before I started up the walk. The 'toys' inside, as Joan had so innocently
referred to them, were my modest collection of leather bondage cuffs and
straps. She seemed to get a special thrill from seeing a man tightly bound
and helpless and, the fact that it turned me on so, heightened the
pleasure
for the both of us. Under Joan's direction, the bag's contents were
growing
but still did not compare with her seemingly endless assortment of
restraints
and devices. As I walked somewhat shakily to the door, I wondered what
surprises she had planned for me this time.
Before my finger could reach the doorbell, Joan's voice rang out,
"Come
in." As I walked into the living room I saw her, with drink in hand,
leaning
casually against the bar. "Remove your clothes so I can get a better look
at
you," she said calmly. That was her special appeal. She was not loud and
demanding like the professional Mistresses that I had read about and had
occasionally paid to visit. Yet I found myself so strangely submissive and
often speechless in her presence. She was always so cool and confident;
taking her dominant position as an obvious role that was to be expected
and
naturally obeyed. It was this matter-of-fact quality about her mastery
over
me that was so exciting and unnerving. She had lured me into her control
so
smoothly and quickly. It was as if she always seemed to know my thoughts
and
my weaknesses. I was under her spell and couldn't have resisted even if
had
ever wanted to. And I never had.
I put the bag on the coffee table and quickly peeled off my sport
shirt
and jeans, my eyes eagerly scanning her body. As always, Joan was dressed
in
a way that emphasized the curves of her lush form. She was wearing a
sleeveless black leotard of a leather-like cire material with a deeply
plunging neckline that featured her firm, high breasts. Silky red jogging
shorts clung tightly to her hips; revealing as much as they concealed of
her
well rounded ass and a thin gold belt accented her slim waist. Her long
legs
were encased in shiny black tights that ended in red spike-heeled sandals.
Those penetrating eyes of hers followed my every move and she allowed
herself
a small smile of satisfaction as she noticed my cock swell when I freed it
from my shorts.
When I stood there completely naked, Joan put down her drink and
walked
slowly towards me. Her hands ran appreciatively over my muscled body as
she
passed and my cock grew harder in response. I admired her luscious legs
and
ass as she bent to rummage briefly in my bag but averted them quickly as
she
turned holding a leather strap. "This will do for now ," she remarked as
she
firmly pulled my wrists behind me and fastened them securely. The now
familiar shiver of helplessness went through me and even her breathing
seemed
to quicken slightly as she eyed my vulnerable form. Joan had at least a
inch
of height on me anyway and the five inch heels she favored made her tower
over me. Staring deeply into my eyes, she slowly leaned down and kissed me
hard; her sweet tongue exploring my mouth insistently. As I savored the
taste
of her lipstick, her hands slid down to my ass and groin. She murmured
with
satisfaction as she felt my cock twitch and stiffen even more as she ran
her
long, polished fingernails down its length and caressed my aching balls.
"My,
how my little plaything loves to be tied and teased," she cooed, "you
won't
believe what I've got planned for you . Besides, your helpless to do
anything
about it aren't you ?" Blushing and uncertain as to how or whether to
respond, I could barely break my silence with a whispered, "Yes". She
chuckled lightly in triumph at my embarrassment. In an eternity that
lasted
but a few minutes she again had me under her spell.
She grabbed a piece of rope from the bag. "Come on, it's time to get
you
ready," she remarked, motioning with a toss of her head. I stared at the
rhythmic swaying of her hips in the shiny shorts as I followed her into
the
bathroom. I wondered for what -- or who -- I was being prepared.
Once in the bathroom Joan drew back the shower curtain and motioned me
into the tub. Grabbing my shoulders, she spun me around; tieing one end of
the rope to the strap that held my wrists. She wrapped the other end
around
the shower head, pulling my bound arms up uncomfortably. "This will keep
you
from causing trouble," she said giving it an extra tug as she tied the
end. I
stood there forced by the bondage to bow down my head and shoulders
slightly.
I was covered with goose bumps as much from the helplessness as from the
cold
enamel beneath my feet. Running her fingers through the thick hair on my
chest she sighed, "Too bad, but this will have to go." Reaching into the
cabinet under the sink she pulled out several bottles. My eyes widened as
I
saw the label 'Nair'. I finally found my voice. "Wait...you can't...people
will notice," I protested, drawing as far back as the rope would allow.
"Oh,
I CAN'T !" Joan said mocking me; grabbing my balls and squeezing with her
long nails for emphasis. "I CAN and WILL do whatever I want. I know that
and
so do you. So let's cut the complaining. Or, if you prefer, you can be
gagged." I found I could only silently lower my head further in
acknowledgement of her power.
Smiling broadly, she sensuously pulled on a pair of thin latex rubber
gloves. She worked quickly, spreading the thick pink lotion over my entire
body from the neck down. She covered every inch of my torso and limbs;
careful not to exclude the area under the strap at my wrists or even the
crack of my ass. The combination of the warm rubber gloves and cool lotion
felt highly erotic on my flesh. I was allowed only slight satisfaction as
she
dwelled briefly on my groin area, massaging the cream into my swollen
balls.
Joan liked to keep me in a continual state of raging arousal; once
remarking,
"After all, what good is a cock if it isn't hard ?" After snapping off her
gloves and inspecting her handiwork, she chuckled, "Don't go away...I'll
be
right back." Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she wheeled into the
hall, leaving me in my humiliation.
She returned in a few moments bearing two glasses and a lit joint.
"Since
you've decided to behave I brought you a little reward. As she held the
drink to my lips, I drank as best I could given my bound condition. I
coughed
and choked some on what tasted like straight bourbon. She shared the joint
as
well and I soon felt a mellow glow that helped me relax. Joan gently
rubbed
and caressed my hard cock as we finished the drinks. I was grateful for
the
distractions because my entire body had begun to sting and feel warm.
"Well
I've got some things to do, " Joan said excusing herself. I was left alone
to
consider my condition. I looked down at my pink-covered body. The stinging
of
the depilatory had become an intense burning and I writhed in torment at
the
feeling of thousands of tiny needles pricking my flesh. The rope holding
my
arms denied me much movement or relief. My mind raced as I thought of how
I
would explain my lack of body hair to my friends at the athletic club.
None
of the possible excuses I came up with seemed very plausible.
After what seemed like an eternity of itching, Joan returned. She
turned
on the water and I gratefully maneuvered myself under the spray. I watched
in
astonishment as my once luxuriant body hair fell off and disappeared down
the
drain. My chest, arms, and legs were now completely smooth and my erect
cock
and balls seemed bigger than ever without their nest of curly hair. Once I
was completely clean Joan untied the rope from the shower head and toweled
me
off. I sighed from relief and arousal as she then massaged my body with
lotion to remove the residual redness and stinging. I was amazed at how
sensitive my hairless skin had become. "Let's go, " Joan announced,
heading
towards the bedroom.
As we entered, I noticed an array of clothes laid on the bed. I didn't
recognize all of them but gulped as I realized they were women's
undergarments. Noticing my discomfort she smiled, "Well you don't want to
go
traveling naked, do you ?" Again finding my voice I asked, "Traveling ?
Where are we going ? " "Oh, didn't I tell you we're taking a trip ? It
must
have slipped my mind." she said with mock innocence. "And you're going to
be
my female slave this weekend." Anticipating my questions, she continued,
"You'll find out when we get there. Now let's get you dressed." While
under
her intense gaze I knew that I could only respond by bowing my head in
silence.
Picking up a strapless, long-line bra Joan stepped behind me and
wrapped
it around me. I squirmed as she hooked the back of the black garment. My
bound hands grazed her silken crotch and I felt the warmth between her
legs.
Teasingly, she ground her pelvis against my fingers and pressed her
breasts
into my back. Just as I was enjoying the firmness of her nipples, she
finished her task. She jerked back suddenly, yanking the breath from me as
she pulled the last hook tightly into place. She walked around to face me
and
survey her work. "An improvement," she remarked as she ran her hands over
my
cinched waist, "but kind of flat." She laughed, jabbing a finger at the
empty silk cups that now hung from my chest. I wiggled slightly, trying to
gain some relief from the pressure on my rib cage. I quickly stopped when
she
lovingly grabbed my rock-hard cock as said, "But we'll have to get rid of
this."
Tugging me by my organ, Joan led me to the bed. She picked up what
looked
like a small leather pouch with a thin strap attached to the closed end.
Without warning she suddenly dug her nails hard into my cock. I yelped in
pain and my erection wilted. In an instant, she stuffed my genitals into
the
pouch and tightly closed the small buckle strap at the top of the pouch
around the base of my cock and balls. She then attached a tiny padlock to
prevent removal of the pouch. Moving quickly, she stepped behind me;
reached
between my legs; and grabbed the strap at the bottom end of the pouch. She
pulled the thin strap up between the cheeks of my ass. In the process my
cock
and balls were dragged up and under my torso. In one last movement, she
drew
the ends of the strap, which came to a 'T', around my waist and buckled
them
tightly at the top of my hips. Another small lock made the whole apparatus
secure. Before I had been able to blink back my tears my male organs had
been
bound out of sight between my legs.
Moving her body against mine and fondling my bare ass, Joan cooed
soothingly into my ear, "I sorry if that hurt a little but I couldn't have
my
girl slave have such an ugly thing sticking out of her cunt, could I." She
rubbed her other hand over the now empty crotch were my male organ
normally
hung. I felt a somewhat uneasy heaviness in my groin. The slight
discomfort
turned to pleasure as she continued her caress. The tightness of the pouch
prevented an erection, making the arousal I felt somehow more intense in
its
frustration. When Joan backed away I looked down. At first glance it
appeared
as if my hairless crotch had been castrated.
Next Joan picked up a pair of panties that matched the black bra. She
teasingly drew the soft fabric across my face; letting me inhale its
lightly
perfumed scent. As I raised one leg at a time, she drew the silk bikini up
my
legs; taking the opportunity to run her hands along my smooth limbs.
Again, I
was amazed at how sensitive my hairless skin had become. Maybe it was the
"buzz" from the liquor and pot, but I found my knees shaking as she
nestled
the panties snug around my hips.
"Sit down," she instructed; reaching for a pair a dark brown
pantyhose.
Dropping to one knee, she slowly stretched each leg of the stockings along
my
own; taking her time as she smoothed the fabric in place with her hands.
As I
stood shakily in my bondage, she rubbed the crotch of the pantyhose into
mine
and let the waistband snap into place. Moving against me, she slid her
nylon-
covered leg along mine. "Such soft, sexy legs," she growled. "You're
really
enjoying this, aren't you," she smiled. I found myself surprised at how
much
I was. I looked down at my legs which seemed softer and more feminine now
that they were hairless and sheathed in the sheer nylon. On occasion I had
fantasized about dressing in women's clothes but never dreamed it would be
this exciting. The soft yet restraining garments were turning me on
incredibly. And it was all enhanced by the fact that I was helplessly
bound
before this erotic woman who was rubbing the spike heel of her shoe on my
calf.
Joan picked up the last item from the bed. "This will give you some
nice
curves," she remarked as she held it up for me to see. It was a black
panty
girdle with foam rubber padding in the seat and sides. It appeared to be
far
too small to ever fit me and it almost was. But with considerable pulling
and
tugging and, aided by the smoothness of my nyloned legs and the
'emptiness'
of my crotch, it finally settled into place around my middle. The girdle
fit
tightly, putting added pressure on my groin. "Such a nice round ass," she
whispered in my ear as she reached her arms around me to feel my behind.
After stepping back to admire the results she released the strap that
bound
my wrists behind me. "I'll be right back," she said as she strode out of
the
room.
As I rubbed my wrists and flexed my stiff shoulders, I marvelled at
the
soft feel and appearance of my hairless arms. I ran my hands all over my
transformed body. My cinched waist narrowed sharply and then broadened
into
my enlarged hips. I tried in vain to loosen the bra but I was held so
rigidly that I was unable to even reach the hooks. I was particularly
fascinated by the look and feel of my legs. The lack of hair and the dark,
sheer pantyhose gave me shivers as I slid my hands up and around my
thighs. I
moved one hand up between my legs and rubbed firmly in an effort to ease
my
maddening arousal. My head felt like it was spinning. "Playing with
yourself,
I see," Joan said from the doorway of the room. "Such a naughty girl you
are
!" I blushed deeply and quickly dropped my hands to my sides. "Here... you
can put these on while I get ready," she laughed at my embarrassment. She
tossed my pants and shirt at my feet and left the room again.
As much as I was enjoying my new attire, I was glad to see my own
outer
clothes, particularly if we were going somewhere as Joan had mentioned. I
pulled on my knit sport shirt. I've always bought my shirts a little small
in
order to show off my muscular torso. Now I cursed my vanity. The shirt
clung
to me, highlighting my narrowed waist. The bra was faintly visible and I
tried to smooth down the empty cups as much as possible. Despite my
efforts,
they puckered up slightly; I could only hope not too noticeably. I picked
up
my jeans and noted that my wallet and car keys were gone. They slid up
easily
over my nylon covered legs but it was a real struggle to fit them over my
padded girdle. I finally managed to pull them into place and button them.
They were stretched tightly over my hips and ass and, as a result, they
zippered deeply into my groin. It was now obvious to even a casual
observer
that my male genitals were gone.
As I dressed I began to feel strangely light-headed. The 'high' from
the
joint seemed to be intensifying. My body seemed to tingle slightly and I
felt
somehow more aware of the feel of the nylon and silk against my skin. It
was
almost as if all my senses were magnified. Joan walked into the room and
as I
looked at her my vision seemed to vary off and on from slightly fuzzy to
intensely focused. I found myself staring numbly at her breasts as she
approached me. She again bound my hands behind me with a leather strap. My
muscles seemed drained of their strength as she attached leather cuffs to
my
biceps and drew my elbows together with another strap. My mind felt
slightly
clouded yet I was acutely conscious of what was happening. Sensing my
befuddlement, Joan gently turned me around to face her and wrapped her
arms
around my neck. Her eyes bore into mine with an intensity that is
indescribable. I found I was unable to avert my gaze. Her voice echoed
with a
hypnotic quality. "You see, I drugged your drink," she whispered. Her
smile
was at the same time warmly comforting and frightening. "Don't be alarmed.
It
won't hurt you," she continued, "It was just a little something to keep
you
from resisting me. By the time I'm done, your mind will be as helplessly
mine
as your body."
Part II
"Well it's about time to go," she said taking my arm and starting
towards
the door. "What about my shoes ?" I asked, my voice sounding to me like it
was coming from somewhere far away. "Oh, how could I forget," Joan said
heading not to the living room, where I had undressed, but to the closet.
"Here we go... I bought your size." she said, turning with a pair of
women's
pumps. I could only manage a small groan as I realized that any hope I had
of
concealing my embarrassing attire was vanishing. I sat meekly on the bed
as
she knelt and slipped the black heels on my feet. They had a narrow strap
across the instep which she buckled snugly. Now I couldn't even kick off
the
shoes if I wanted to. Joan helped me to my feet and giggled as I stumbled
on
the three inch heels. "You'd better practice a bit," she suggested. I
walked
unsteadily about the room under her amused gaze. I felt pitched
unnaturally
forward and was forced to take small mincing steps in order to retain my
balance. After I'd improved somewhat, Joan announced, "One more thing."
Producing a box from a dresser drawer, she revealed a pair of falsies.
Pulling my shirt back, she inserted them in the cups of my bra and nestled
them into place. They were cloth-covered rubber bags filled with silicone
that had the shape, feel, and weight of real female breasts. My bondage
made
them thrust out prominently from my chest. I was in a complete daze from
both
the drug and my complete humiliation.
Joan turned to close the open drawer and suddenly remarked, "Now
that's a
thought !" Pulling me to the small bench in front of the dresser she sat
me
down. I watched meekly in horror as she glued a pair of long fake
eyelashes
onto my own. She then applied waterproof black mascara and eyeliner to
finish
her task. Laughing, she held a small mirror up in front of me. My eyes
were
now darkly outlined and stood out dramatically. The long, full lashes
fluttered as I blinked in disbelief. Anyone's gaze, even if they saw me
from
a distance, would be drawn to my eyes and would immediately recognize that
they were heavily made up. Joan picked up a lipstick; then, on second
thought, put it down. I let out a small sigh of relief. "We'll trim your
eyebrows and do the rest later," she said, leading me back to the living
room.
Once there, she thrust the bag of bondage gear into my bound hands.
"You
can carry this," she announced, picking up a suitcase and my overnight
bag. I
followed her to the garage. I was getting accustomed to walking in my high
heels. In fact, I found myself enjoying the way my new breasts jiggled on
my
chest with each step. My enlarged hips and ass seemed to give me a lower
center of gravity that swayed sensuously from side to side as I walked. My
genitals felt almost as if they were tucked inside of me. As I walked they
were kept maddeningly stimulated, but in a different yet more intense way
than I was used to. We stopped briefly as Joan unlocked the garage door. I
caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror in the hall. There I
stood; obviously a broad-shouldered, muscular male. But jutting from my
front
were two large female breasts complete, I noticed for the first time, with
erect nipples. They were forced out in there full glory by my bound arms.
My
thin waist broadened out into well-rounded hips. I turned slightly to see
the
full curve of my behind. My thoughts began to drift as I savored the sight
of
this strangely erotic creature with the kewpie doll-like eyes and perched
upon those sexy high heels. Part of my mind knew it was me; yet somehow I
seemed like someone else. I was so wildly turned on by this new persona
that
my breathing began to quicken.
I don't know how long I stood there staring; it could have been
moments
or hours. When I suddenly snapped back to reality, I turned and saw Joan
silently watching me with a broad grin spread across her face. I blushed
deeply and again followed her. I offered a silent prayer of thanks that
her
house had an attached garage.
Taking the bag from me, she helped me into passenger's side of her
sports
car. She buckled the seat belt snugly, fixing the shoulder harness so that
it
held tight and wouldn't give any slack. I was forced to sit upright with
my
bound arms behind me; unable to lean or slide forward to avoid being seen
through the windows. As an added measure, she pulled another leather strap
from the bag and lashed my ankles together above my high heeled-shoes.
After
throwing the bags into the trunk, she got in and started the engine. As
she
opened the garage door and backed into the street, I hoped that the
twilight
would quickly turn to darkness before my embarrassing condition was
noticed.
At first we took only largely deserted side streets. My heart sank as she
turned toward the heavier traffic of the freeway. Just as we started up
the
on ramp, Joan added another shock. Reaching into her purse, she slid a
pair
of large wrap-around sunglasses onto my face. At first I was grateful that
they would conceal my made-up eyes. Then I was stunned to find that the
insides of the lenses had been painted black. I was effectively blinded;
only
by straining could I look down to see the tops of my breasts at the bottom
and Joan's firm thighs to the side. I wasn't sure what was worse; seeing
my
humiliation or not knowing when or how it was happening.
The trip seemed to last an eternity. Most of the time I was made to
suffer my fate in silence; my drugged mind drifting. I considered my
condition. Here I was, obviously a male, dressed in women's underwear. I
was
completely bound and helpless; unable to do much more than rub my nyloned
legs together in an effort to ease my sexual frustration. Even if I could
make my escape; how would I return home without any shoes but these high
heels and lacking any money or I.D.? How would I explain my attire and
hairless body? I couldn't even rid myself of the tightly hooked bra, let
alone free my imprisoned genitals. And I didn't even know where I was or
where I was being taken. I was constantly reminded of my soft breasts as
they
swayed and bounced with every turn and bump in the road; the strap of the
shoulder harness drawing the attention of passing drivers to my cleavage.
I
was glad that at least my long lashes were hidden behind the sunglasses.
At times my thoughts drifted in arousal. I was becoming used to and
enjoying the feel of the silky fabrics against my soft skin. My broad hips
and round ass now felt almost normal. I no longer minded the tight bra; in
fact I was some how proud of the way it narrowed my waist and thrust my
breasts out invitingly. I even found myself regretting that Joan had not
applied the lipstick and imagining how I would look when fully made up. It
seemed that my every nerve ending was vibrating at a fever pitch. I was
turned on like never before; both by my helpless state and by the very
thought of my erotic reflection in the mirror.
From time to time Joan brought me back to reality. Occasionally she
would
reach over unexpectedly to fondle my breasts or rub between my legs;
causing
me to first flinch in surprise in my sightless state, then to moan in
unfulfilled torment. Or she would laugh as she described to me the amused
reactions of passing motorists when they saw my female breasts. At one
point
a semi drove alongside us on the right for some time before honking and
pulling away. Joan delighted in relating the driver's lecherous stares and
obscene gestures. She teased about waving him over at the next wayside.
"I'll
bet you'd really get off on kneeling helplessly before him and sucking his
big hard cock. Wouldn't you, you horny bitch." I blushed deeply in
embarrassment; but, dressed as I was, I oddly found myself even more
aroused
at the thought.
Finally, after slowing down and turning onto what seemed to be a dirt
road, Joan stopped the car. She came around to my side of the car,
released
my seat belt, and unstrapped my ankles. Removing the sunglasses, she
remarked, "I see my girlfriend-slave survived the trip O.K. I'm sure
you'll
enjoy our weekend ...and all the fun things I have planned for you."
Shaking
my head and blinking my eyes in a vain attempt to recover full control of
my
senses, I managed to ask, "Where are we?" "Oh, just a little weekend hide-
away," she replied, "We won't be bothered here." She helped me from the
car.
I was a little unsteady on my feet from the bondage and the odd weak
feeling
in my muscles. The heels didn't seem to be much of a problem though; I was
amazed at how adept I had become in them in such a short time.
Joan got the bags from the trunk and, as before, gave one to me to
carry
behind me in my still bound hands. I followed her up a gravel path. In the
darkness that had fallen I could just make out the outline of a small
cottage. As we approached I could hear the gentle lapping of waves on
shore
from behind it. She open the door, turned on the lights, and led me
inside.
It was a modern cottage, really a small lake home, with two bedrooms,
kitchenette and bath, and a living room complete with fireplace. In back,
I
was to learn later, was a deck overlooking a lake. It was surrounded on
three
sides by trees and set back in a small bay.
Joan put the suitcases in one of the bedrooms and took the bag from my
bound hands. "Let's get these dull male things off you," she said, "It's
time
for us to have some fun." Reaching into her purse, she extracted a pocket
knife; opening it as she approached me. Startled, I stepped back quickly;
almost losing my balance in my high heels. "Don't be afraid... You won't
get
hurt unless you don't stand still," she cautioned. Dropping to one knee,
Joan
inserted the knife up one pants leg and drew it upward. The razor- sharp
blade sliced easily through the tough denim. She repeated the process on
the
other leg, taking the opportunity to slide her hands on my limbs. "Mmm...
such smooth sexy legs you have," she cooed. Her soft hands along the
nylons
on my hairless skin sent tremors of excitement through my groin. As she
peeled away my tattered jeans her hand ran along my crotch. My cock
strained
even more in its bondage. "I can't wait to rub this sweet cunt of yours
against mine," she whispered, sticking her tongue into my ear. She then
used
the knife on my shirt. When it had joined my jeans in shreds on the floor,
she wrapped her arms around my waist. Leaning into me she rubbed her firm
breasts into my newly acquired ones. "Your nipples are so hard...I can't
help
it; I've got to feel them against mine." My concerns over losing the last
of
my male clothes vanished as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth and
writhed our bodies together.
I almost fell over when Joan released her hold on me and stepped back
an
eternity later. My mind and body reeled with passionate lust and my breath
came in short gasps. My arms strained in their bounds. In desperation, I
pleaded, "Oh God, you've got to let me come...please...I can't stand it
any
more...please... I can't..." Suddenly angry, Joan cut me off with a sharp
laugh. "Ha...you have such a short memory. You forget who's in charge
here."
Jabbing a fingernail into my chest, she continued, "You may, just MAY, be
allowed to come and then only when I say so. And AFTER you've satisfied
me.
Our times together have always been mutually pleasurable. After all that
and
after I go and buy you such pretty things to wear; this whining is the
thanks
I get !" Reaching into the bondage bag she produced a leather trainer with
attached ball gag. "I think it's time to show you what can happen when you
don't cooperate. "I'm sor...." My attempt to apologize was cut off as she
jammed the ball gag into my mouth and buckled it tight at the back.
Quickly
she fastened the remaining straps of the trainer over the top of my head
and
under my chin. The trainer encircled my head like a clenched fist; my jaw
was
forced shut around the hard rubber gag. I was silenced except for a
muffled
groan.
Striding into the bedroom, Joan returned carrying a three inch wide
leather collar. She wrapped it around my neck; buckling it in back. It
forced
my head up rigidly and was just short of being tight enough to inhibit my
breathing. She yanked me by my bound arms to the area in front of the
fireplace and forced me to the carpet. She lashed my knees together and
again
did the same with my ankles. With a cord she joined my bound wrists and
ankles to each other and forced me to sit upright on my knees. "I'll let
you
think awhile about how sorry you are. Or maybe you'd prefer it if I
dropped
you off at the highway to find your way home." In response to the last I
shook my head from side to side as vigorously as the collar would allow.
Satisfied, she walked from the room; leaving me in my helpless state.
I knelt there stiffly; stunned by her sudden anger and determined not
to
rile her again. My drug-fogged mind raced in panic at the thought of being
left to wander the countryside dressed in bra and heels, without money to
get
home. I could do little more than kneel there rigidly. The straps holding
my
wrists, arms, knees, and ankles prevented any movement. And the long bra
and
leather collar forced an erect posture. The trainer-gag muted me
completely;
my saliva dripping out around the edges of the ball. Despite all this, I
found myself even more incredibly turned on. And most surprisingly, my
arousal was not centered solely on my groin as it had been in the past. I
yearned to have my breasts fondled and my legs stroked; to feel Joan's
soft
skin in contact with my hairless body. My thoughts again drifted back to
my
image in the mirror, to the prospect of lipstick on my lips, and to
whatever
wildly erotic things Joan had planned for me.
After a while Joan reappeared. She had changed clothes and was now
dressed in a black merry-widow which accentuated her slender waist. The
bra
top of the corset had half cups which offered her breasts out invitingly,
exposing the nipples. Below she wore a skimpy black G string held by silk
ribbons tied at the sides. Her long legs were sheathed in black stockings
connected to the garters of her corset. She moved casually around the
cottage; fixed herself a drink and, selecting a magazine from the coffee
table, and sat down on the couch to my right. She ignored me; sipping her
cocktail and smoking a joint. Since the wide collar prevented me from
turning
my head, I could only see her from the corner of my eye. I stared at her
voluptuous body; finding myself mesmerized by the swaying of her five inch
heeled black pump as she sat there with her long legs crossed.
Finishing her drink, Joan rose and walked over to face me. Standing
with
her hands on her hips she looked down at me and said, "I think you've
learned
your lesson, young lady." I could only look up at her as she towered over
me
and attempt to convey my answer with my eyes. She must have been satisfied
by
my response and she reached down to release the strap connecting my bound
wrists and ankles and removed the trainer-gag. Thankful, I wiggled my jaw
in
an attempt to remove the stiffness and said softly, "I'm sorry for being
so
ungrateful, Joan." I wished that the collar would allow me to bow my head.
"I
know you are dear," she said patting my head gently. Returning to the
couch,
she sat down and continued, "And now you can show me just how sorry you
are."
I attempted to crawl on my knees towards her. In my haste, and because
of
my severe bondage, I fell forward . Filled with lust, I wiggled ahead on
my
stomach, swinging my broad hips from side to side and pushing as best I
could
with my bound legs. I reveled in the feeling of my full breasts squashed
against the carpet. Craning my neck in the tight slave collar, I stared
ahead
at her glistening high heels. Finally reaching my goal, I planted a wet
kiss
on the toe of her shoe. Murmuring her agreement, Joan again crossed her
legs
as if to beckon me upwards with her foot. I twisted and strained in my
restricting clothes and straps and finally boosted myself to my knees.
"Suck
my heel, my little slavegirl," she commanded. Leaning forward, I took the
long, thin patent leather spike between my lips. I licked and sucked on it
eagerly. I relished my condition. Here I knelt... bound, completely
stripped
of my maleness, and totally helpless before this beautiful dominant. I
felt
my curvy, plump ass resting on the backs of my high heels. I trembled with
passion at the jiggling of my breasts and the burning desire deep between
my
legs.
Pulling her heel away, Joan complimented, "Very good...you have quite
a
talented mouth. Let's see where else you can use it." Taking her cue, I
began
to lick and kiss my way up her legs, enjoying the feeling of the smooth
nylon
and warm flesh beneath my tongue. As I neared the tops of her stockings,
she
signaled her satisfaction with my efforts by spreading her legs and
untying
the ribbons at the sides of G string. As I watched in rapt anticipation,
she
slowly pulled down the fabric to reveal her juicy cunt. I dove in;
plunging
my nose and tongue deep into her sweet slit. I lapped and sucked eagerly,
savoring her juices. Moaning loudly, she grabbed my head and held me
closer;
her pungent aroma driving me to increase my efforts. My head spun and my
cock
swelled and ached with desire as I pictured myself tied and dressed as a
woman with my head buried between her luscious legs. Screaming and shaking
uncontrollably, she came again and again; almost crushing me with her hot
thighs. Finally satiated, she pushed me away feebly and sat there, with
eyes
closed; her breath coming in deep gasps. I fell back panting; dazed and
weakened by my unfulfilled passion. It seemed like a raging fire of lust
was
burning deep within my groin.
After several minutes, Joan regained her composure. Rising somewhat
shakily, she complimented, "My little slavegirl is quite a cunt-lapper !"
I
beamed with pride as I caught my own breath. Helping me to my feet, she
released the straps at my knees and ankles and removed the collar from my
neck. Taking my arm gently, she led me to the bedroom. As we walked, I
found
myself proudly wiggling my breasts and swaying my ass as I stepped
expertly
in my heels.
Part III
Once in the candle-lit bedroom, Joan untied my arms and slowly wrapped
her arms around me. "Now you get yours, my sweet," she said in a throaty
whisper. Pushing me back onto the brass bed, she stretched my arms out and
tied them with velvet ropes attached to the corners of the bed frame. As
she
did so, she dangled her breasts over my face. "That's it, slave. Worship
my
tits," she ordered as I craned my neck upward. My lips found her hard
nipples
and I eagerly licked and chewed on them as she pressed the soft flesh into
my
face. Laughing softly, she moved back and kissed me long and deep; then
slid
her body down along mine, pausing to press our breasts together. She
reached
down and slowly peeled off my panty girdle and took off my shoes. She drew
down my pantyhose and panties, running her hands over my smooth legs as
she
went. The cool air on my hairless skin sent shivers of pleasure through
me.
Using a small key on a gold chain around her neck, she removed the small
locks from my cock harness but, to my dismay, did not release my aching
organs. Turning around, she replaced the shoes on my feet, and proceeded
to
tie my ankles to the bottom corners of the bed. She turned again on her
knees
and moved back towards the head of the bed. Straddling my waist, she
stared
down at me and declared with a husky growl, "Your all mine now...and I'm
going to have you."
Her deep brown eyes bore into mine as she slowly leaned forward and
crushed her breasts into mine. Her tongue plunged deep into my mouth,
darting
and swirling insistently. I moaned and arched my back to rub my nipples
against hers. Joan writhed her still dripping cunt into my hairless crotch
as
I pleaded, "Oh God...please..." Rising to her knees and kneading my
breasts
with one hand, she growled, "Now I'm going to take you, my helpless little
slave-bitch." With one motion, she freed my straining cock and impaled
herself on it. I yelled with pleasure as I felt her slippery walls close
around me. It took but a few thrusts before I spasmed uncontrollably as I
came. I shrieked in ecstasy, my voice a high-pitched, almost feminine,
shrill. My arms pulled frantically at my bonds as I gushed my sperm deep
inside her. I seemed to come endlessly, draining my swollen balls. I lay
there in a daze, my muscles twitching. I was barely aware of Joan climbing
off of me. I sensed her kissing me softly and gently fondling my nipples
as I
drifted into unconsciousness.
When I awoke it was daylight, the sun shining brightly through the
curtains of the bedroom window. At first I thought that I had dreamt the
previous days adventures. I shook my head and blinked my long lashes, my
mind
still slightly fuzzy. Then I tried to sit up and found that I was still
bound to the bed. Looking down, I confirmed that my body had indeed been
denuded of hair and that I was naked except for a pair of white nylon
panties. More by sense than by sight, I could also tell the tightly
restraining cock and ball harness and been reinstalled. Unable to do much
else, I relaxed in my bonds and reviewed last night's experiences. My cock
quickly stiffened as I recalled Joan riding atop me in my female attire.
As I
was fondly remembering the feel of my breasts quivering on my chest; she
entered, carrying a tray. "Good morning," she announced, " You slept so
soundly, you've hardly stirred at all." Approaching the bed, she spied the
aroused look on my face. "Hmm...looks like my little girl is ready to face
the day." I blushed in response.
"How about some juice and breakfast," she asked changing the subject
and
setting the tray on the bed next to me. "Thanks," I replied, "What time is
it, anyway ?" "Already afternoon," she replied as she leaned across me to
release my bonds. She was wearing a very brief terry cloth jumper which
barely contained her firm breasts and round ass; and I admired her body as
she worked. She helped me sit up on the edge of the bed. I stretched,
relieving the stiffness from my muscles. Rubbing my face, I was surprised
to
feel that it was cleanly shaven. I was about to ask her how, when she
spoke.
"I just made a poached egg and toast. I know you're watching your
waistline."
Suddenly realizing how hungry I was, I dug into the somewhat meager
breakfast. Joan busied herself with things in her suitcase as I ate. The
orange juice tasted oddly bitter but the rest of the meal sure hit the
spot.
As I ate I happened to glance down at the slightly opened drawer of the
nightstand. There I saw a small handkerchief and a bottle labeled
'chloroform'. So that explained my mild headache, I thought to myself.
That
also must have been how she cleaned and shaved me and re-imprisoned my
genitals without wakening me.
Seeing that I had finished my breakfast, Joan motioned me over to the
end
of the bed by the dresser. In her high wedged sandals she stood several
inches above me. "Time you got dressed," she remarked, reaching down and
stripping the panties off me. Turning to the garments that she had laid
out,
she chose one. "Here, you go," she said wrapping what at first blush
appeared
to be a bright blue spandex bra around me. Hooking it in back, she then
tied
the spaghetti straps around my neck. Next she inserted the falsies I had
worn
the day before into the cups. "There, that looks much better," she
commented.
I was pleased to have the full tits as my own again and instinctively
moved
my hands up to feel their softness. Seeing this, Joan smiled, "So my
little
slavegirl longs to have her titties massaged...how naughty." Slapping one
hand away and twisting the other behind my back, she pushed me face down
on
the bed. Holding me there briefly, she forced my other wrist back and
secured
them together with a pair of handcuffs. My groin tingled anew with the
thrill of helplessness.
When I had managed to twist around and sit on the end of the bed, Joan
stood there with the matching bottom to my bra. Looking at the tiny bikini
panty, I realized that the garment was just that...a bikini swim suit.
Sliding the small panty up my legs, she said, "It's such a beautiful day;
I
thought we'd get some sun." I was stunned. "I can't go out in
that...People
will see...And the outline of the suit..." Stretching the spandex
waistline
and bringing it to rest on my hips, she cut me off matter-of-factly, " Oh
there are no houses nearby so we won't be bothered. I know that you'd
rather
sun in the nude; but you might burn your tender nipples." With the last
she
reached down and tweaked the points of my false breasts with her long
polished fingernails. My objections vanished when I felt a tremor of
arousal
as she did.
"Come over here," she said, moving over to a small chair by the
dresser.
As I stood a wave of light-headedness swept through me. It was the same
feeling I'd had the night before only much more intense. I staggered
slightly
as a confusing fog descended on my mind. My mind flashed back to the odd
taste I'd noticed in the orange juice. The room seem to flow around me as
I
stepped towards Joan. "Sit down," she ordered, her voice reverberating
strangely. My self-resolve and my muscles both seem to weaken; the energy
from both drawn from me by the penetrating stare of those deep brown eyes.
I
looked up at the triumphant smile on that beautiful face way above me. I
was
so enraptured; unable to resist even if my hands were free.
Joan whistled idly as she worked. "We can't have you going out looking
like you just crawled out of bed, now can we," she asked rhetorically. She
touched up the false eyelashes with more mascara. Then, working with a
tweezers, she thinned my bushy eyebrows. In my daze, I barely felt a thing
as
she plucked away at the errant hairs. My stare fixated on her firm tits
and
their hard nipples as they bobbled and swayed before me as she moved. I
compared them to my own and, upon looking down, I found myself somehow
proud
that mine were larger. "Heads up, my dear,' Joan cautioned; lifting my
chin,
"or you'll mess up my work." Next she applied some light brown powder eye
shadow; the soft brush tickling delightfully. She then filled in my lips
with
a soft red color using another small brush. She finished them off with
several coats of gloss. "Perfect," she announced, "but we're missing the
best
sun. We'll do the rest outside."
As Joan busied herself loading a large tote bag with items from the
dresser, I stood and stepped in front of the mirror. The sight that faced
me
jarred my numbed brain. There stood a wildly exotic creature; vaguely
familiar yet foreign. It was as if I was observing someone else or that I
was
in another's body. The person looking back at me was a male with muscular
arms and legs. But no; the luscious full breasts and smooth skin meant it
was
a woman. The short male haircut...the way the bottom of the suit fit so
snugly between the legs...the broad chest and shoulders.... My mind reeled
in
confusion; the arched eyebrows and the blinking long lashes of the
beautiful
eyes in the mirror staring back at me. Suddenly Joan appeared next to the
person in the mirror. I felt her hard nipple brush my arm and felt her
warm
breath as she whispered into the ear of the mirror- person. "I have such a
very sexy little slavegirl. I can't keep my hands off her lovely snatch."
I
saw her rub the crotch in the mirror and felt a rush of pleasure deep
between
my legs. Somehow that seemed to resolve the questions in my mind for the
moment.
Joan led me by the arm to the living room and out a sliding glass
door. I
relished the movement of my full breasts on my chest and the way my suit
bottom rode low on my hips. I savored the sweet taste and glossy feel of
my
lips. I envied the shoes that Joan wore; now I wished that I had a pair to
wear to help improve the shape of my legs.
We stepped out onto a large deck overlooking a inlet of a lake. The
bright sun was dazzling; the blue of the lake and sky and the green of the
surrounding trees seemed more vibrant than ever before. I stood there
momentarily overwhelmed by it all. "Why don't you sit down," suggested
Joan.
It wasn't until I reached for the arm of the chaise lounge chair that I
realized that my hands were free. I hadn't even noticed her removing the
handcuffs. I settled into the chair and inhaled the fresh air deeply, my
breasts rising proudly in front of me. Joan busied herself applying Q.T.
suntan oil on my face, torso, and limbs. She had removed her jumper to
reveal
a microscopic black bikini and I took the opportunity to enjoy the sight
of
her gorgeous body. The cool lotion was heavenly on my sensitive flesh;
causing me to sigh heavily.
"Now I'm going to have you keep your hands still for a while," she
explained rummaging through the tote bag. I watched as if from afar as she
placed my wrist on the arm of my chair and proceeded to wrap several turns
of
wide clear tape, like the type used by moving companies to seal boxes,
around
both. She proceeded to do likewise with the other and then moved down and
secured my ankles to the sides of the lounger in the same way. I tested my
bonds more inquisitively than out of fear. I didn't sense the usual rush
of
excitement from the bondage. It was still an immense turn-on but was now
one
of a warm, comfortable, more 'secure', nature than before.
As I luxuriated in the sun, Joan pulled a chair alongside mine and
went
to work on my hands. She carefully attached a set of artificial nailtips
to
my own. As she trimmed and filed, she explained, "These will make your
hands
feminine and much more elegant. But you'll learn that you have to use the
pads of your fingers rather than the nails themselves." Her voice seemed
to
drone somewhere deep inside my brain; fading in and out of the conscious
portion. The brightness of the cloudless sky and the warmth of the sun
forced
me to close my eyes.
"... and I think you'll like the end result," I heard faintly,
stirring
me back to the present. I had no idea how much time had past. I blinked my
long lashes a few times and looked down at my hands. I was indeed pleased.
Each of my finger tips now came to a long, rounded point, extending almost
three quarters of an inch beyond the end. There were painted the same soft
red color as my lips. I tentatively tried drumming them on the arm of the
chair and found them to feel as hard and natural as my own. As Joan put
her
things away, I marveled at their new appearance, twisting and turning them
as
much as the bondage would allow. I also enjoyed the sight of my smooth
legs
glistening with oil in the sun.
"Time to turn over," Joan noted, checking her watch and using a small
scissors to cut the binding tape. I arose and she adjusted the back of my
chair and positioned it for the angle of the sun. I reclined on my stomach
and snuggled my breasts against the chair as she smoothed more oil on my
back. I didn't object, in fact I purred aloud with contentment, when she
stretched my arms out over my head and taped them to the top of the chair.
I
spread my legs and wiggled my ass devilishly as she did the same with my
ankles. She slapped my bottom playfully, scolding, "Such a tease !" She
pulled a chair alongside mine and stretched out. I turned my head and
admired
her sleek body: the firm tits barely held by the tiny bra of her suit; the
flat stomach and slender waist; the long, long glorious legs that met in
the
sweet vee that I'd tasted the night before. She picked up a women's
magazine
and began reading aloud an article about "New Ways To Sexual Ecstacy" or
something like that. Once again her husky voice bored deep into my
subconscious and I drifted off.
Part IV
It was much later when Joan's hand on my shoulder awakened me. She had
already released my bonds. I stood slowly, cautiously testing my legs. The
sun was much lower in the sky, starting to dip below the tree line. I
shook
my head but the mist-like fog remained wrapped around my brain. "That's
enough sun for one day," Joan remarked; leading me into the house. "Let's
get
this oil off of us," she continued, heading to the bathroom. Once there,
she
began untying the bra of her suit. "I hope you don't mind sharing a
shower,"
she asked off-handedly. "Not at all," I assured her, my voice coming out
in a
soft, husky unconscious imitation of her own. I soon stood there in only
my
genital harness. I was saddened to lose my breasts with the top of my suit
but was anxious to join this lovely creature in the nude.
The hot steamy water felt wonderful as we took turns soaping each
other's
body. Joan complimented me on my deep tan as she washed my back. I felt
strangely uncomfortable about the distinct tan lines left by the outline
of
my suit. But, in my befuddled state, no matter how I tried to concentrate
I
couldn't quite figure out why. Besides, I was distracted by Joan's soft
hands
reaching between my legs and rubbing my smooth crotch. As we toweled off,
I
was pleased to note that the rich brown color made my smooth legs look
sensational. Taking the gold chain from her neck she used the small key to
unlock the leather cock and ball harness. She carefully removed the straps
and pouch. Then she allowed me a few minutes to use the toilet;
embarrassing
me more by watching. Following her lead, I wrapped a towel around me and
padded after her to the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Joan dropped her towel and slipped into a short silk
robe
and high heeled slippers. I dropped my towel and stood there naked;
waiting
for her instructions. "I've some real surprises in store for you tonight,
my
dear. My cock immediately leaped to attention. Until this release, I'd
forgotten how turned-on I'd been all day. Just from being hit by the cool
air
my genitals felt ready to explode in orgasm. Joan sensed this and quickly
squeezed my cock firmly just below the head. I felt my urge subside. "We
don't want any accidents now or you'll be punished," she warned sternly.
The
intense look in her eye made my erection wilt slightly. She reached into
her
suitcase and pulled out a sort of rubber G string. Again giving me a stern
look of warning, she picked up a tube of KY jelly and applied a liberal
amount to the head and shaft of my cock. The cool sensation of the jelly
combined with the caress of her soft hands nearly pushed me over the brink
again. My knees buckled and I gasped in frustration as her tight squeeze
technique again denied me relief.
Moving swiftly, she slipped my cock into a slot-like pouch inside of
the
G string and pulled it into place. It forced my balls up into their
sockets
and my erection pointing upward against my abdomen. It had thin rubber
straps
attached; one ran up the crack of my ass and joined two others that went
around my waist, low on my hips. She fastened these together securely.
Curiously, the bottom strap had a small metal ring in the middle of it
which
nestled between my asscheeks. Joan took some time adjusting the straps so
that the device fit precisely to her liking. Satisfied at last, she spun
me
around to face the mirror. My mouth fell open in surprise. There between
my
legs was a realistic female cunt, complete with a vee of dark curly hair.
Only upon a second look would one notice that it was a flesh-colored
rubber
device. I turned my hips and stared at my middle from several angles. I
now
had what appeared to be the normal female mound. Underneath my, now
ragingly
erect, cock was held in a vagina-like slit of its own. As I ran my long
fingernails through my new pubic hair I found that the device was just
loose
enough that, given the stretchy rubber and the lubricating jelly, I could
stimulate my cock further by rubbing my new cunt lips.
"My you're a naughty girl," Joan's voice rang out suddenly, "How many
times must I warn you about playing with yourself. Now you're diddling at
your clit." Reaching towards the handcuffs on the dresser, she warned,
"Maybe
you need to be restrained again." "No, that's not necessary. I'll be
good,"
I promised sincerely. "Okay...for now anyway," she answered, tossing a
pair
of panties to me, "Here, put these on." I carefully extended the waistband
of
the panties with my long nails and bent to put them on. They were a deep
blue
stretch nylon, cut bikini style. They felt marvelous as I slowly slid them
up
my silky-smooth legs, my deep tan contrasting nicely with the white lace
trim. Fitting them snugly on my hips, I noted in the mirror that the
outline
of my new cunt lips showed provocatively in the crotch. Joan's eyes
followed
my own and she smiled. She then fastened a matching bra around me,
complete
with my now familiar false breasts. She them helped me slip into a short
lounging robe like her own.
"You must be hungry; I know I am. How about a light dinner ?" Joan
suggested. My voice again came out in a imitation of her own. "Sounds
great,"
I replied staring wistfully at her high heeled slippers. Reading my mind,
she
chuckled, "They're a little dressy for lounging but I guess you can wear
your
pumps." She retrieved them from the closet and handed them to me. I sat
down
slipped the shoes on. She smiled in triumph as I fumbled to buckle the
tiny
straps with my long nails. Finally I stood and followed her from the room.
As
we walked, my cock slid slightly in and out of the rubber vagina with each
swing of my hips. This stimulation, along with the dance of my nipples
against the shiny front of my gown, caused my erection to grow and harden
further.
We dined at a small table near the window overlooking the lake. The
meal
consisted of assorted fruits and cheeses accompanied by white wine. The
first
glass that Joan poured for me had a faint bitter taste that I recognized
from
my morning orange juice. I didn't mention it. Not only did I know that it
was
fruitless to object, but I seemed to lack the will to even want to. We
chatted idly about the weather and other irrelevant topics as we ate. No
mention was made of the fact that I was sitting there with large tits and
in
high heels.
Soon intense waves of fog were descending on my brain. She must have
greatly increased the dose of the drug. I had to strain to concentrate on
the
subject of our conversation. My muscles felt weakened at the same time
that
senses seemed energized and heightened. Colors were vibrant and alive;
sounds
echoed; the bottom of my silk robe felt electrifying on my bare thigh but
I
was barely conscious of the glass in my hand. I was more aware than ever
of
my body yet it felt foreign to me. My sense of the passage of time
evaporated. I tried in vain to remember exactly who and what I was.
Suddenly
realizing that we were sitting there in silence, I turned to look at Joan
and
discovered, to my surprise, that she was gone.
Stunned, I looked frantically around the room. When my eyes reached
the
bedroom doorway, there was Joan . She stood there casually; hands on her
hips
as if all were normal. She had dramatically changed her outfit. She now
wore
only a leather corset and panties, her tits hanging invitingly free. Her
long, tan legs were bare except for knee-high patent leather boots with
five
inch spike heels. Her long brown hair fell to her shoulders, framing her
face. My eyes met hers and I seemed paralyzed; caught like a deer in a
car's
headlights. I sat there helpless to avert my gaze. She seemed to move in
slow
motion as she walked towards me; a Mona Lisa grin spread across her face.
Her
voice came from far away, "And now for the evening's final act....an end
as
well as a beginning. Come along, slave." The words hammered on my
consciousness. I have never been so excited. I have never been so afraid.
Part V
Joan led me to the bedroom. I was barely aware of walking; I seemed to
float along on my high heels. The room was lit by candles, giving it an
eerie
glow. Removing my robe, Joan pulled my arms behind me. She slipped them
into
a leather arm binder; a kind of long tube that extended from my wrists to
my
armpits, widening as it went. The edges of the binder laced together and
she
took her time; carefully pulling and tugging on the laces as she worked up
my
back. When she had completed, my arms were totally imprisoned; held
together
as if they were one by the unyielding leather. As an added measure, she
fastened other straps over the binder at my wrists and above the elbows.
Whispering into my ear, she taunted me, "Now my little slut is helpless to
resist me. Once you were a man...now you're nothing but my sissy slave."
Next Joan stepped to her suitcase and produced a heavily boned blue
waist
cinch with garters. Pulling it around me, she wasted no time in lacing in
my
midsection severely. "It's...It's too tight," I gasped, panting for
breath.
"Oh, that's too bad. Let me help you," she said in mock pity. She
tightened
the laces further, squeezing the air from me. "Now you have a cute little
waist," she remarked, running her hands along my sides. "To go with your
broad masculine shoulders...and your sexy tits," she added slowly circling
my
breasts with a fingernail. My middle felt like it was in a vise. My head
spun; both from my shortness of breath and the drug .
"And now for some hose," Joan said waving black mesh nylons in from of
me
like a pair of snakes. "By the time I done with you you'll love dressing
like
a tramp. In fact you'll beg for it," she laughed. She pushed me backwards
onto the bed. I was just able to catch myself in a sitting position
without
falling over. She dropped to one knee in front of me and removed my shoes,
tossing them casually in the corner. "I have some other footwear for you
that
are even more feminine. You'll like them." "Of course, you'll HAVE to,"
she
added with a laugh. I sat there rigidly, feeling the silky hose sliding up
my
legs. The corset made it impossible for me to bend over to see clearly
what
was happening. After the nylons were affixed to my garters, Joan toyed
with
my vagina. Massaging the front of my panties, her voice reverberated
through
my head, "You were so proud of that ugly little cock that you had. Now its
gone; only a faint memory remains inside you." My arousal built to a new
peak
as she rubbed my crotch; my erection indeed feeling like it lay deep
within
me.
Joan stood and retrieved her makeup kit from the dresser. Sitting next
to
me on the bed, she went to work on my face. The false lashes and
waterproof
mascara had survived the shower so she only needed to touch them up
lightly.
She added dark eye shadow and heavy eyebrow pencil. "You look like a
cheap,
five dollar hooker," she taunted as she coated my lips with shiny, bright
red
lipstick. "See for yourself," she said thrusting a hand mirror in from of
my
face. My reflection in the flickering light was startling. My short male
hair
contrasted starkly with the arching, thin eyebrows and dramatic deep-set
eyes. And my square jaw seemed out of place below my pouting red lips.
"Actually, you look more like a cheap drag queen," Joan observed,
delighting
in my deep blush.
"I mentioned new shoes," Joan said heading for the closet. She
returned
carrying a box. "You have a real thing for sexy high heels, don't you. I
know
that from all the times I've caught you staring at mine. And you certainly
enjoyed strutting around in them this weekend." Her deep voice seared into
my
brain and further ignited the fire in my groin. "Well this pair of boots
should really turn you on," she continued. I was stunned when she pulled
them
from the box. They had the highest heels that I'd ever seen, at least six
inches. The arch of the shoe bent straight down; I gulped as I wondered
how I
would ever be able to walk in them. "They're called ballet boots," Joan
explained as she began to lace them tightly on my feet, "They really give
a
sexy curve to your legs." As she knotted the laces just below my knees,
she
observed, "And I don't think you'll be running away from me in these." She
was certainly right. The black patent boots were aptly named; my feet
were
held in an extreme arch so that my toes were pointed straight down to the
floor. She had laced them so firmly that it felt like my lower limbs were
encased in concrete.
Joan stood and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. She
locked my eyes in her gaze and said in a low throaty whisper, "That about
completes your attire. I know that you secretly want me to add a wig, more
makeup, and clothes to complete your transformation." She was right of
course. Just hearing her say the words caused my groin to twitch. I felt
that
my entire psyche had been laid bare before her. I knew that she now had me
completely vulnerable in a way much more frightening then mere physical
bondage. "You're really turned on by your new body," she said leaning her
bare breasts into mine for emphasis. "I knew you'd be. This weekend has
just
been training to reinforce that. But if I'd wanted a pretty little drag
queen
I'd have picked one up. I selected you because I wanted a very masculine
man
that I could conquer and reduce to the level I wanted. I've taken all your
outward traces of masculinity from you. That turns me on. But I want you
to
be always aware of what I've made you into. You're nothing but a helpless
slave; half man, half woman. You exist only for my pleasure. If you're
good
you may get pleasure in return; but only when I say and on my terms. Is
that
understood ?"
I sat there; imprisoned as much by her will as by the restrictive
clothes
and bondage. My mind was numb, my will to resist gone forever. Joan's
words
echoed through my brain, slowly fading as they melted into my
subconscious.
It took all the concentration I could muster to nod my head slightly.
"Good
!" Joan responded, smiling broadly. Without releasing me from her eyes,
she
leaned forward and kissed me hard. Her strong tongue overcame mine and
danced
about my mouth. Her lush body pressed against mine. My arousal increased
to a
crest just short of orgasm. Suddenly she broke off the embrace and stood
before me; her hands on her hips, her hard nipples thrust triumphantly
toward
face. I looked up in awe and submission at the tall goddess who controlled
me
so completely.
"Say good-bye to the last bit of your identity," she ordered as she
held
a leather bondage helmet in front of me. She pulled it over my head and
knelt
on the bed behind me to fasten it. She laced the edges together; pulling
and
smoothing the soft leather until it fit me like a second skin. It covered
my
skull completely to the bottom of my neck; with only small openings for my
eyes and mouth and two holes at my nostrils for breathing. The strong
animal
smell of the leather permeated my senses. Next Joan put the wide leather
collar around my neck and buckled it. "Look at your new self, slave," she
commanded, yanking me to my feet. I teetered tentatively on the extreme
heels. I stared at the reflection in the dresser mirror. There looking
back
at me was what I had become, a pitiful creature; my head covered with
leather
except for my made-up eyes and full red lips, forced into women's clothes
with full breasts hanging next to my muscular biceps, my male genitals
locked
away, and too helplessly bound to do anything about it.
The sight of my transformation made my head spin. Losing my balance, I
took but a few small, uncertain steps in the bizarre boots before falling.
By
some miracle, I dropped to my knees and was able to stop myself from
falling
on my face. I knelt there gasping for breath and trying to overcome the
shock
of what had befallen me. Peals of laughter, distorted by the leather
covering
my ears, rang through me. Joan walked over to face me. Looking down at me
she
snarled, "It's time that my little slave girl learned how to suck cock."
She
dangled a wide leather strap in front of me. In the center was the end of
a
large flesh-colored rubber cock. It looked enormous. Holding the back of
my
head with one hand, she touched in to my lips. With a shove, she jammed in
into my mouth and buckled it in the back. I choked slightly and my eyes
bulged. The penis gag filled my mouth completely, almost touching the back
of
my throat, and stifling all but the smallest of moans. I found that by
sucking strongly on it I could draw in much needed air through a small
hole
in its center. Seeing my efforts, Joan taunted me, "That's it my little
whore, suck that big hard cock for all you're worth."
"There's one more thing you need to experience to complete your
initiation as a half-woman," see said in almost a whisper. I felt a chill
of
dread run up my spine. "You need a big hard cock shoved deep inside you."
In
shock I tried to sidle away on my knees. She laughed and gave a slight
push
on my shoulder. I fell forward on my face and, in the unyielding corset
and
bound as I was, I was unable to right myself. I knelt there with my
forehead
on the floor and my ass raised. I whimpered softly into the gag at the
thought of what was to come.
It seemed like I was there for an eternity. I could sense Joan moving
around behind me but, with my ears covered, could not hear a thing. My
torso
my held rigid by the corset and the collar. I steadied myself as much as
possible with my knees; my feet were of no help in the bondage boots. My
mind
drifted again; I was aware of little but the swaying of my breasts beneath
me. Suddenly, I felt Joan's hand on the waistband of my panties. With a
jerk
that almost threw me on my back, she ripped the cloth from my waist. My
head
fell forward with a thud onto the carpet; my bare ass exposed in the air.
Every muscle in my body tensed involuntarily. "Now relax. I'll try to be
gentle with my little virgin," she cooed behind me. I felt her naked
breasts
against my back. She reached one hand beneath me to rub my crotch while
the
other cupped my tits. "Such hard nipples and such a sweet cunt you
have...,"
she murmured. The hypnotic chant of her deep voice and the rising fire in
my
balls sent my mind reeling.
Suddenly, something long and hard plunged deep into my asshole. I
screamed into my gag, more from the shock than from pain. It felt like a
huge
rod was stretching and filling me completely. Joan moved the butt plug
around
in my ass. As she did, the feeling became highly erotic and I found myself
sucking the penis gag harder, almost contentedly. As the butt plug touched
against my prostrate, I felt a shock of pleasure so intense that it
bordered
on pain. Satisfied that she had found the right spot, Joan ceased her
manipulations of the plug inside of me. I gasped and sucked in frustration
as
she fastened the it to the ring attached to the strap from my fake vagina.
As
extra insurance to prevent me from expelling it, she pulled my knees
together
and bound them with a leather strap. Then she did the same with my ankles.
She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me upright. As I sat back on my heels
I
felt the plug press deeper inside of me; giving me another intense jolt of
arousal.
While I tried to recover my breath, she walked slowly around my bound
form, surveying her accomplishment. When behind me she reached over my
head
and silently dropped her leather panties in front of me. Circling to face
me,
she wordlessly stood there; running her hands over her cunt lips and
plunging
a finger inside. I watched her actions intently; my groin aching and on
fire
as never before. I sucked the cock in my mouth; desperately wishing it was
her pussy. She caught my eyes with her gaze and again held them. "My poor
little slave girl...I bet she's so horny from having a nice hard cock in
each
end of her that she'd like to fuck me," she teased. Tears running from my
eyes, I moaned and pleaded as best I could through the penis gag. "Okay, "
she relented, "I'll let you have a try." To my surprise, she produced
another
rubber penis, much like the one I was lovingly sucking on, but twice as
long.
She attached it to the front of my gag. It protruded obscenely beneath my
nose. "Well, let's see you try," she said walking around me to the bed.
Filled with a passion the heights of which I had never imagined, I
squirmed and twisted with all my remaining energy. Given the severe
bondage I
was in it was a formidable task. The arm binder and the straps around my
knees and ankles made movements virtually impossible. The tight corset,
collar, and the bizarre boots forced me into a rigid posture; making it
even
more difficult. And with each minute motion, the rigid plug in my ass
moved
slightly; massaging my prostrate and increasing my frustrating arousal. By
the time I had managed to turn myself towards the bed I was sweating and
sucking madly on the penis gag as I fought for breath. I was given a new
burst of energy by the sight of Joan. She was sitting on the edge of the
bed,
leaning back on her elbows, her firm breasts and hard nipples seeming to
point right at me. Her full, moist lips were formed the most lecherous
smile
as her eyes stared at me. She had her long legs spread wide; even in the
flickering candlelight I could see drops of her sweet dew on the lips of
her
pussy.
I wiggled frantically towards her and, losing my balance, fell forward
at
her feet. Groaning in pain and frustration, I stared at the tall heels of
her
boots just inches from my eyes. I heard her loud laughter echoing over me.
Using the false penis protruding from my mouth for leverage, I strained to
move upward. "This would-be stud is such a tease...rubbing his cock along
my
legs. Oh, I'm so excited I could faint," she taunted as I struggled.
Finally
I managed to get my knees under me; resting my chin on the edge of the
bed.
There before me was the pink wetness of her cunt, beckoning me in.
With one last heave of my neck and shoulders, I thrust my head forward
and plunged the penis extension into her. Even with my muffled ears I
heard
her scream with pleasure. I moved in and out, forced by the unyielding
corset
and collar to rock my entire body from the waist. Joan twisted and moaned
as
I worked. My eyes closed as I lost myself in passion; nearly overcome by
her
warm musky smell combined with that of the leather. All the sensations
merged
into one: the helpless restraint of the bondage, the silken feel of my
nylons, the jiggling of my breasts. Spurring me on further, she jammed one
of
her feet between my bound legs and rubbed the instep of her boot up into
my
crotch. And all the time I felt and tasted the hard cocks in both my mouth
and ass.
Joan's hot thighs clenched my leather-covered ears tightly as she
writhed
and moaned. Grabbing the back of my head with both hands she jammed me
deeper
into her middle. She screamed and shuddered as she came repeatedly. "Don't
stop slave," she yelled; massaging my groin more vigorously with her boot.
I
lost all touch with reality. I'd become a human dildo; thrust in and
out...
in and out. "Now you get REALLY fucked," she snarled. Suddenly, the plug
in
my ass started buzzing and vibrating fiercely against my prostrate. I
bucked
and strained at my bonds, lunging forward into her cunt and against her
boot
pressing at my groin. I was spinning into a whirlpool of pleasure. I was
buried in her pussy; tasting her juices as I sucked feverishly at her cock
filling my mouth; another hard cock throbbing deep in my ass. My body
shook
with a fiery eruption. I exploded in ecstacy deep inside; my own come
gushing
again and again into my own pussy. It felt as if my very soul was draining
from within me. My muscles collapsed and I slumped backwards to the floor;
last threads of consciousness slipping from my grasp.
Part VI
"Time to get up. Come on, we've got to get going," Joan's voice came
to
me softly. I forced my eyes open then immediately shut them in the bright
light. I reopened them slowly as I gradually became accustomed to the
brightness, and sat up. I was completely naked and on the bed in the same
room. My head felt as if it was full of cotton candy; like a bad hangover
but
without the pain. I looked at Joan. She was bra-less in a tiny black satin
tank top which displayed her cleavage to great advantage. Below, she wore
a
microscopic pair of silver spandex hot pants. She had on the high wedge
sandals which complimented her long tan legs. Looking around the room, I
saw
no evidence of what had transpired the night before. Other than, that is,
my
tanned and hairless body and the vivid memories that were engraved on my
mind. "You go shower and shave while I pack," she ordered motioning with
her
thumb towards the bathroom. "And be quick about it !" I virtually jumped
from
the bed and headed out the door.
Once in the bathroom I noted my shaving gear laid out by the sink.
Gratefully, I used the toilet. Then, climbing into the shower; I enjoyed
the
spray of the hot water as I quickly soaped myself. I again marvelled at
how
smooth and soft my skin was. The feel of my hands running over my legs
soon
caused my cock to stiffen and rise. I was sorely tempted to relieve my
arousal but thought better of it. Quickly rinsing myself off, I toweled
dry.
Looking in the mirror as I prepared to shave, I inspected my changed body
for
the first time. The white outline of a bra showed clearly on my tanned
chest.
I wondered frantically how long it would show. My lack of body hair might
be
explained as due to a rash or something but, until the tan marks faded, I
would have to avoid the showers at the athletic club. As I shaved I
fumbled
with my long nails to manipulate the razor. I pondered a more serious
problem
--- my eyes. I still wore the mascara and false eyelashes, which could be
removed. But my eyebrows were now much thinner and more arched. Maybe, I
hoped, an eyebrow pencil could be used to minimize the damage. Brushing my
teeth, I realized that the more immediate worry was how I would get home
without any male clothes.
Finished, I packed up my shave kit and hurried back to the bedroom.
Joan
was just closing up her suitcase and said, "Get dressed while I prepare
some
breakfast." As she left the room I turned to the clothes she left on the
bed
for me. I started with a now familiar garment --- a black bra. Slipping my
arms through the straps, I bent, turned, and twisted for several minutes
before I managed to hook the strap across my back. The false breasts had
been
sewn into the cups of the bra. I briefly fondled the soft forms that again
hung on my chest. Next I donned the pair of matching nylon panties. When I
pulled them up to my hips, my genitals bulged prominently in the crotch.
It
was the first time that I'd felt the soft material directly on my cock and
balls and my erection grew; barely contained by the stretched fabric. The
last thing left were the pumps. I slipped these on my feet; fastened the
straps; and headed to the kitchen.
Joan was waiting for me at the table. "Hurry up and eat. I want to get
going," she said sipping her coffee. The table was set with croissants and
jelly, coffee, and orange juice. "What time is it anyway," I asked taking
a
chair. "You were such a sleepy-head, it's almost three," she replied. I
was
shocked; almost tempted to ask what day it was. I had no idea that I'd
been
out so long. I ate quietly; relieved after my previous experiences that
the
coffee and juice tasted normal. Finally I summoned the courage to ask,
"How
am I going to get home without my clothes ?" "You could walk I suppose;
but I
was planning to give you a ride," she kidded. "Or do you mean that you
don't
like the pretty things I'm letting you wear ? You could go naked if you'd
prefer." "Oh, no, no that's alright..." I said quickly; my voice trailing
off. I didn't want to anger her; or she might just make me walk. What I
was
wearing was better than nothing at all. And, I admitted to myself, I was
enjoying the feelings the clothes gave me.
When we had finished breakfast and cleared the table, Joan announced,
"Well, it's time to get you ready for the road." I wondered what lay ahead
for me. Walking behind me, she remarked, "Oh you got your strap fastened
wrong." She spent several moments working on the back strap of my bra,
apparently tightening it some. Then she wrapped a wide leather belt around
my
bare waist and buckled it in back. "This is so you won't be playing with
yourself in the car," she explained. I knew that this meant I would be
restrained again. Taking my right wrist, she fastened it to the side of
the
belt with a wrist cuff that was attached there. She did the same with my
left; leaving me unable to move my hands from my hips. As usual, the
delightful yet scary feeling of helplessness turned me on; the head of my
erect cock poking out of the top of my panties. Seeing this, Joan ran a
fingertip over it and laughed, "I have just the thing for this little
fellow."
After rummaging in her suitcase for a moment, she produced a small
black
leather article. She pulled down the front on my panties, tucking the
waistband under my balls. My freed cock stood straight out at attention.
Joan
caressed its length; causing me to moan and tug at my bonds. After she had
brought close to the edge of orgasm, she stopped and began attaching the
device. Made of black leather, it consisted of a small, soft pouch with a
buckling strap next to my abdomen for my aching balls and a stiff tube for
my
cock. Joan laced the latter tightly around my erect organ, just short of
the
point of pain. She ran her soft fingertips over the engorged head of my
cock
which was exposed at the end. She toyed with me this way for some time;
starting then stopping her fondling. I writhed in frustration; the devious
device prevent both orgasm and any subsiding of my erection. When Joan
finally tired of teasing me this way I was sweating and moaning; my hands
fluttering helplessly at my sides.
Joan then put the leather collar around my neck and attached a dog
leash
to the small ring on the front of it. Putting the bondage bag in one of my
hands and my overnight case in the other, she picked up her suitcase.
"Time
to go home," she announced, giving a sharp tug on the leash and pulling me
towards the door. We stepped out into the bright sunlight; the bags
bouncing
of my thighs with each swing of my hips as I teetered on my heels. I felt
totally exposed in the open air; clad only in the bra and panties and with
my
leather-bound erection swaying obscenely in front of me.
Joan took the bags from me and put them in the trunk of the car.
Opening
the passenger door she folded the seat forward and, with a tug on the
leash,
directed me into the small back seat. Bound as I was, it was difficult for
me
to maneuver into the cramped space. But with some twisting a and few firm
shoves from Joan, I eventually fell into place; facing forward on my side
in
a sort of fetal position. Tucking my feet into the back seat, she strapped
my
ankles together. Putting the seat back and closing the door, she moved
around
to the other side of the car. There she tied the leash from my collar to
the
window handle, preventing me from raising my head. I was now totally
immobilized. "Here we go," she remarked cheerfully as she started the
engine
and roared off. Wedged in as I was on my side, my erect penis in its
leather
sheath stuck out between the front bucket seats. Joan delighted in teasing
and fondling me periodically on the way back. Unable to move, I could only
shiver and moan in frustration.
After an otherwise uneventful drive, the car finally came to a stop.
"We're home," Joan announced. She got out and I heard her getting the bags
from the trunk. Opening the passenger door, she unstrapped my ankles. She
then leaned across me and removed the collar from my neck, rubbing her
breasts into my face as she did. Next she released my cock and balls from
the
leather harness and tucked what she could of them into the small panties.
Then she took off the belt and cuffs, freeing my hands. Tossing my car
keys
and wallet at me she announced, "You can go now. I'll call you when I want
you to serve me next." I sat up as best I could in the tiny seat and
looked
around cautiously. We were parked across from her house and though it was
early evening there was still plenty of daylight. I knew there was no
point
in arguing or pleading. I mentally checked the distance across the street
to
my parked car.
"Well, get going !" she ordered. I checked up and down the street once
more. Fortunately, there was no one in sight. I wiggled feet first out of
the
back seat and hit the ground running. I took but two steps before tripping
over my overnight bag and sprawling spreadeagled on the lawn. Joan's
roaring
laughter burned in my ears as stumbled to my feet, grabbed the bags, and
clicked across the street in my high heels. For what seemed like an
eternity,
I fumbled with the keys while Joan honked her horn a gave a loud wolf
whistle. Finally, I opened my car and scrambled inside. I started the
engine
and screeched away.
My heart pounding, I frantically tried to think of the most deserted
route to my apartment. Fortunately I"d left my sunglasses on the dashboard
and I slipped them on in hopes they'd conceal my madeup eyes and thin
eyebrows. At the first deserted stop sign I took off the shoes and tried
to
remove my bra. As much as I struggled with it, I was unable to unhook the
strap. Joan must have pinned or fastened it somehow when she was adjusting
it
earlier. I slipped the straps off my shoulders so at least they wouldn't
show.
Driving by a park, I had a sudden idea. I turned into the service road
of
the park and drove behind the maintenance building. I felt that no one
would
be around on a Sunday. After checking that the coast was clear, I jumped
out
and opened the trunk. There, to my relief, was an old blanket that was
left
from an earlier picnic. Wrapping it around me, I climbed behind the wheel
and
again headed towards home. I drove along feeling much better about my
situation. But my self-confidence was soon shattered. As I was stopped at
the
next traffic light I noticed that the man in the car alongside my was
staring
at me and shaking his head. To my horror, I realized that he was looking
at
my long, polished fingernails. Blushing deeply, I moved my hands to the
bottom of the wheel and continued on.
Finally arriving at my apartment building, I drove right to the
underground garage. I parked in my usual slot and, wrapping the blanket
firmly around me, headed to the elevator. It was difficult to see in the
dim
light but I didn't dare remove the sunglasses. Luckily, the elevator was
empty and I started down the home stretch to safety. When the doors opened
on
my floor, there was Mrs. Hansen, my elderly neighbor, waiting to get on.
"Sure is a pretty day to be by the pool," she said cheerfully, seeing me
wrapped in the blanket. "Uh...yeah; it sure is," I responded, moving
quickly
past her to my apartment down the hall. At my door my long nails again
caused
me to fumble with my keys. They slipped from my hand to the floor. Hearing
voices coming down the hall, I quickly took off my sunglasses and bent
down
to retrieve them. As I stood, the blanket slid from my shoulders. In a
panic,
I finally managed to find the key hole just before the voices turned the
corner. Pushing open the door, I dashed inside leaving the blanket behind
me.
Slamming the door, I leaned against it; shaking and gasping for breath.
Regaining my composure, I opened my eyes and saw my reflection in the
hall mirror. There I stood; doe-eyed, with my large tits heaving on my
chest.
My eyes traveled down my hairless belly to the hard cock peeking out of
the
top of my panties. Massaging a breast with one hand, I slid the other down
and caressed my balls with my long nails. Stroking the shaft, I felt it
grow
larger and harder. Throwing my head back, I thought of what had transpired
and imagined what was to come as my hot semen gushed at my feet.