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.