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My Life as a Slave – Chapter 3In TrainingWell, that pretty much set the pattern of my life for the next two years. Rachel was very pleased with me when I got home that night and handed her the letterfor her that the Doctor at the clinic had given me for her. She had me stripped and standing in front of her as she read it.”Dr Blackwell tells me that you are accepted on the clinic’s stud register and compliments me on the quality of your sperm. She says that with regular controlled ejaculations and the right diet and this zinc supplement, your volume will increase too.” Rachel told me.She fondled my balls idly, rolling them in her long slim fingers and cupping them in her palms.”Do they ache now after your orgasm?” she asked me.”Only a little bit Mistress,” I admitted.”Hhmm,” well they will strengthen with the exercise, “You will only ejaculate at the clinic, but you will masturbate every day under my supervision and I will massage them for you as you do it. I have a reputation to maintain at the clinic, I always send them the best trained sperm donors.”My balls did ache after Rachel had finished with them that evening. She encircled my sacs with her finger and thumb and gently coaxed them down and away from mybody, stretching the soft skin that contained my two hard testes so that they hung low. If she’d released them at that point, they would have swung low like two pendulum canlı bahis weights, but my cock stiffened alarmingly and tried to draw them back up again. Rachel was relentless though and traced the hard nuggets with herher fingertips, squeezing and pulling them.”Wank yourself.” she ordered.I did so gratefully, despite my big orgasm earlier, my cock was rigid and stiff from Rachel playing with my balls. The stiffness in a man’s penis, the tension heexperiences at the root in his groin is the most fantastic feeling a male can have, especially when a female is the cause of it happening. I quickly feltthe basic urge to offload my sperm.”Yes,” Rachel encouraged, “yes, go on, spurt now. Quick as you can.”I did so and felt my balls jerk and jump in her firm grip as I did so. Thick white sperm flopped out in lazy spurts and I was delighted when Rachel caught itin her free hand.”I know you think that you are not to wank between your sessions at the clinic, and that is true, but you are not due back there until next Friday and Dr Blackwell has written to me to advise that you be thoroughly exercised up until next Tuesday. She wants that all of your donation on Friday be freshly made,so we are going to wank you steadily for the next four days. Keep on wanking now.” Rachel told me.My penis was slackening slightly by now, but her instruction stimulated me and slowly I felt full erection bahis siteleri returning. As I wanked, Rachel sat back and I was delighted to see her spread my recent ejaculation into both palms and slowly work it into her fingers like a hand cream.”The best hand cream in the world she smiled at me. And there’s not quite enough here, give me some more, come on, do your sperm quickly now.”I masturbated furiously now, eager to retain my stiffness and then, as I knew would happen, I felt that deep sensation that told me that my orgasm wouldnot be long. Six or seven strokes later and I was on the brink. Rachel held out her hand knowingly and with a further half dozen strokes I delivered anotherorgasm into it. A further small puddle of white joined the rest as my balls racked with seizures and a deep ache set in.”You’re almost empty now, but thats not enough.” Rachel instructed.She worked my fresh ejaculate into her fingers in a lazy cat-like way.”Twice more tonight I think, ” she mused.I continued wanking. My prick was no longer rock hard. Rachel made herself comfortable and turned on the TV, settling back to watch.”Keep wanking yourself.” she told me.I stood by her chair abusing my cock. Slowly her right hand reached out and curled around my balls, fondling them. My stiffness returned, my wanking became furious as I struggled to comply with her request for more. A female had güvenilir bahis demanded my sperm and I was unable to refuse. I orgasmed. My thigh muscles trembled andweakened and my balls jerked in her hand. Only a small bead of semen appeared which she wiped off with her thumb.”Don’t stop. One more now, then you’ll be drained. Your orgasm becomes more intense as your balls empty and it will be easier for you to have another.”It wasn’t that easy. I wanked for another half hour before any feeling of orgasm returned despite her constant grip on my balls, now swinging limp and loosefrom their strain and from the warmth of her hand. She noticed the change in me.”Come on then, one more time. You’ll come dry this time and then you’ll be empty. You can go to bed and nurse your aching testes. Then we’ll start over in themorning.”And so it was. When I came that last time, my balls writhed and every spasm was delicious agony as the intensity of the orgasm racked my body. An orgasm farmore intense than when I was delivering my full cream, an orgasm more like to those that I’d observed in Rachel when I’d licked her out. My prick jerked andreared and my glans gaped vacantly like a dying fish struggling for air. My balls were quite empty.Each day, Rachel made me repeat this. Each day, I wanked until I was dry. Five times on the Saturday. Six on the Sunday and seven on the Monday. I was exhausted but deeply fulfilled. On the final day of the training, I managed eight orgasms each time producing some thick white semen and only on the eighth, balls throbbing with a deep ache, did I rear wildly and produce nothing.

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Eagerly Waiting (My Dream)Waiting for you to get home from work to fulfill my sexual desires.I patiently waited for your arrival. I knew you had a long, tiring day at work, and I was already prepared to seduce you.? I was wearing one of my long sleeve button down shirts and blue boxers.I kept pacing waiting, and watching out the window of my home around the time you usually arrive. Twelve minutes had passed, and finally I saw your car pull up.? I went over and opened the front door to greet you. You could not resist me and did not say anything but just put ur hands on my hands and started to passionately kiss me in the doorway. Then I pushed forward so you took a few steps canlı bahis back so we could get inside the house. I shut the door while kissing you and picked you up while you wrapped your legs around me, while our lips and tongue remained in contact. I carried you to our bed and put you on your back where I climbed on top of you and moved from kissing your lips to the side of your neck then gently licking your sensitive neck to send that sensual chill down your spine. You stripped down to nothing and at this point your panties were very moist and I started to thrust to show my interest. I went on caressing your naked breasts with my hands and then sucking on your hard nipples. bahis siteleri Those nipples being sucked on is a real turn on for you and I spent a good amount of time focusing on this area with my warm lips. I then moved further down your midsection with the kisses continuing and put my tongue in your belly button which also gave you a sensual shiver.I then pressed my lips against your pussy through your panties and tasted your wet panties. And then put both hands on the sides of your panties and pulled them down. You pulled your legs together, bent your knees and slowly spread your legs apart to reveal that beautiful, juicy pussy that was in need of my tongue. Then güvenilir bahis I introduced my tongue and you felt that warm softness of me and reached down to grab my head…After a few minutes of sucking gently on your pussy, you could not resist the temptation of my cock penetrating you any longer.  I climbed on top of you and aligned my cock to your hole and pushed until you felt me slide all the way in you. I had you so worked up from sucking on your clit that as soon as you felt me inside you wanted to orgasm, but held it back. I kept thrusting my solid dick in and out of you. You started to thrust at the same pace as me and I started to feel the beginning of your climax. Your breathing was heavier, your mind was completely unfocused to anything else in the world, your pussy tightened as you moved on my cock and you let out a moan of pleasure that you wanted to experience again and again.

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EvaJe suis une jeune femme de 28 ans, libérée. J’ai commencé à faire l’amour très jeune et je suis passée de garçons en garçons car j’aime le sexe. Quand les garçons ont commencé à me fatiguer parce que finalement ils se ressemblent tous dans leurs attentes je suis passée aux filles. J’ai trouvé qu’elles étaient plus subtiles dans leurs émotions et j’ai beaucoup aimé ces échanges de douce perversité sans rapport de force et peut-être plus de respect. Ensuite j’ai testé les hommes mûrs qui ont réussi dans la vie et j’ai eu des expériences fortes avec des hommes qui aimaient les relations dures où ils dominaient. J’ai eu l’occasion avec eux de bien prendre mon pied comme soumise et ça m’a changé. Etudiante j’ai aussi fait un peu la pute, plus pour l’adrénaline que pour le fric. Et parfois ça m’a beaucoup stimulée de vendre mon corps à des inconnus. J’ai même eu une fois relation avec un couple âgé qui voulaient que monsieur me baise pendant que je suçais madame. Ils payaient cher. Monsieur ne banda pas vraiment mais madame se contenta bien de ma langue. Physiquement j’ai tout essayé et je n’ai pas de tabou sauf que j’aime que mes partenaires soient propres. Je suis arrivée canlı bahis à un point de saturation et j’ai fait une pause sexe d’environ un an. Je ne pouvais pas m’empêcher d’aller faire un peu d’exhibe de temps en temps pour me rassurer en voyant que j’excitais facilement. J’allais en tenue provocante et indécente déambuler en ville et quand un mec me branchait, en vraie salope je lui disais « merci c’est gentil mais je préfère me masturber ». Je me masturbais alors dès que possible pour libérer la tension. Je l’ai souvent fait dans les toilettes des cafés.J’ai fait le point et toute cette gymnastique sans sentiments m’a paru une impasse. J’ai attendu de rencontrer un partenaire avec qui je pouvais avoir aussi de la complicité en dehors du sexe. Je l’ai trouvé dans un ciné-club. C’est un homme de mon âge, célibataire qui comme moi travaille dans l’immobilier. J’aimais ses interventions lors des discussions sur les films que nous regardions en soirée club. J’étais souvent dans la même sensibilité. Nous avons fait connaissance doucement sans précipitation et le sexe n’est rentré en jeu qu’après plusieurs mois. Il avait aussi beaucoup eu de partenaires avant d’attendre bahis siteleri celle qui lui plairait suffisamment pour envisager un bout de route ensemble.Au lit nous avons démarré par des relations prudentes puis nous avons exploré nos désirs profonds. Nous avons tous les deux besoin d’un sentiment de risque pour exacerber le désir et le plaisir. Ce que nous aimons plus que tout c’est faire l’amour dans des lieux insolites ce que j’avais peu pratiqué jusqu’alors et nous nous y employions assidûment. Bien sûr les grands classiques ont été nos bancs d’essais : les toilettes publiques, les fonds de salle de ciné, les parkings, les plages, les moyens de transport en commun, les airs d’autoroute. J’aime beaucoup cette pratique car le risque pris augmente notablement notre jouissance.Récemment nous avons trouvé un terrain de jeu idéal une église intégriste où les curés disent la messe à l’ancienne en latin et en chasuble dorée. L’ambiance est trouble avec toutes ces dorures, ces cierges qui fument, ces vieilles femmes en noir à genoux. La première fois mon homme m’a juste masturbée debout contre un pilier au fond dans un coin sombre. J’ai aimé. La deuxième fois nous y sommes güvenilir bahis allés aux heures creuses et il n’y avait presque personne. Nous avons baisé debout contre le même pilier sur lequel mon homme a projeté son sperme. Moi j’avais la chatte ruisselante et j’ai dû mettre un kleenex dans mon string.Hier nous y sommes allés pendant un office. J’avais une jupe courte sans culotte et mon copain avait une braguette à zip sans slip dessous. Nous sommes restés au fond debout l’un derrière l’autre. Le public âgé, peu nombreux, semblait se complaire de l’ambiance triste. Le curé tournait le dos et semblait parler au mur plutôt qu’à ses ouailles. Une femme mûre en noir était à genoux derrière lui et agitait une clochette de temps en temps. Mon homme se frottait conte mon cul et j’ai senti sa bite durcir. J’ai entendu le bruit discret du zip et senti ses mains qui me touchaient la fente pour remonter ma jupe. L’instant d’après il me pénétra vivement et j’eu du mal à retenir ma voix. Il m’a baisé et j’ai eu immédiatement une sensation folle de plaisir interdit. J’ai joui sans délai en mettant ma main sur mon clito à travers la jupe. Mes contractions vaginales déclenchèrent son éjaculation au fond de mon vagin. Nous nous sommes réajustés et nous sommes restés un moment côte à côte, main dans la main, pour savourer ce plaisir intense. En ressortant de l’église son sperme me coulait sur les cuisses.

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Mûres48/clientes et putes au wellness 2Malgré ses 60 ans, elle a l’air d’une poupée-pute dans sa petite robe en mousseline bleue.-Je reste passive. Je ne bouge pas. Je suis ta pute. Fais comme tu veux.Sa belle bouche sensuelle entr’ouverte, ses paupières fermées, maquillées de bleu, Marlène attend de se faire labourer la fente.La petite vicieuse au corps de jeune fille ne bouge pas lorsque la tige puissamment arquée commence à sonder profondément sa chatte étroite.Je me branle dans son vagin. Je me caresse tout doucement, m’arrêtant presque vers le bord. Je reste au fond, cherchant des sensations tout au bout du gland, explorant les tréfonds de la petite salope.Elle ne bouge toujours pas, mais gémis. elle aime se sentir le réceptacle de ma queue.Elle me dit que ça ne la gênerait pas, s’il le fallait, de se prostituer de temps à autre. Pas à n’importe qui… peut-être des étudiants de l’âge de son fils, qui casseraient leur tirelire pour qu’elle leur lèche le gland. J’imagine un centre thermal, un spa qui offrirait ses services à des dames de petite moralité: elles auraient droit à se faire manucurer, masser, chouchouter sous toutes les formes, bénéficier d’un séjour ralaxant et luxueux…mais en échange devraient se laisser piner par des hommes qui, grâce à un prix d’entrée exorbitant, permettrait à l’entreprise de fonctionner.Ce ne serait pas exactement comme dans un bordel. Elles pourraient garder le silence, continuer de discuter avec des copines, poursuivre leur sieste, lire leur magazine, mais se laisseraient pénétrer pendant ce temps.Dans une salle de repos, trois dames somnolent, couchées sur le ventre, le corps enduit de boue chaude. bahis siteleri L’une d’elle est chevauchée par un homme qui, en guidant son sexe tendu, tente de trouver l’ouverture du vagin. La dame ne le repousse pas, mais ne l’aide pas non plus. Elle est tout à fait banale, 4o ans, des cheveux courts. Il semble qu’il a trouvé l’ouverture, car il cesse de bouger. Concentré, il s’enfonce laborieusement. Visiblement, elle n’est pas prête.Il insiste, mais son gland se heurte à une porte fermée.Lassé, il se dirige vers la dame couchée sur le lit voisin. C’est une fausse rousse, genre hippie, avec des cheveux rouges. Il lui écarte les globes de ses fesses, ce qui laisse apparaitre la rondelle. Mais la dame ne porte pas le bracelet rose, qui indique qu’elle se laisse enculer. Il trouve l’entrée de sa chatte, et commence à la limer.Je m’approche et palpe le fessier de la troisième dame, une grosse blonde. Je ne la vois que de profil, les traits un peu déformés car sa joue est écrasée sur le coussin. Elle a quelque chose de rondouillard, de populaire. Une bonne vivante.J’ai envie de palper ses fesses. Je les écarte. Son anus est admirablement rond et rose. Je le lèche en tirant la langue au maximum, et le parcours ainsi dans de grands mouvements humides de va-et-vient. Je vois que la dame sourit tout en faisant semblant de somnoler. Je la lèche en me branlant, car son gros cul me fait bander. Dès que je suis dur, je monte sur le lit, et je sonde à l’aveuglette, la tige à la main, à la recherche de l’entrée de la vulve. Elle mouille un peu, du moins juste à l’entrée. Du coup, elle est encore très serrée de la chatte, je dois progressivement canlı bahis m’enfoncer dans cette gaine de chair qui me serre. Je dois m’arrêter si je ne veux pas jouir tout de suite. Alors je me dirige vers la première dame, celle que mon collègue n’a pas réussi à pénétrer.La queue encore tout luisante de la mouille de la grosse dame, je monte sur le lit de la ménagère banale à cheveux courts, et je pose mon gland à l’entrée de sa chatte.Pendant ce temps, un troisième luron est entré et commence à fourrer la grosse dame, ce qui est très facile. La femme aux cheveux rouges est en train de se faire tirer puissamment par mon voisin. Cela me donne de l’élan pour pratiquer un forage vaginal vigoureux dans le con de ma ménagère.Je finis quand même par y arriver, mais après la douceur des sensations de l’intime découverte, la tension retombe. Quelque chose ne passe pas, je ne ressens rien. Je laisse les deux hommes à leur copulation et me dirige vers le salon de manucure.Là, un grand noir, debout, se fait sucer par une vieille dame aux cheveux gris et courts. Elle ne me plaît vraiment pas.Par contre, j’en avise une qui papote avec sa voisine. Son front bombé est surmonté d’une chevelure noire qui semble sculptée, tant la permanente est originale. Une matrone espagnole, probablement. Sa voisine doit avoir 55 ans. Cela doit être une compatriote. Elle porte de grandes boucles d’oreilles. Les deux dames interrompent leur conversation, ne sachant pas laquelle des deux je désire fourrer.Je soulève la robe de celle qui porte la coiffure en meringue. Elle avance légèrement son bassin vers le bord du siège, et tout en discutant en espagnol avec güvenilir bahis sa voisine, continue de se faire teindre les ongles des mains, tandis que j’approche mon engin encore raide. Sous son triangle de poils noirs, ses lèvres sont fermées. Je les caresse de haut en bas avec mon gland. Je ne sais pas ce qu’elle raconte à sa copine, mais elles ont l’air de bien se marrer. Ce qui m’excite, c’est de croiser le regard de la jeune esthéticienne qui s’occupe des mains de la dame, tout en goûtant la douceur de m’enfoncer dans la chatte de l’exubérante espagnole.Le jeune homme noir a lâché sa semence sur le visage de la vieille dame, qui a du sperme qui lui dégouline de partout.Les deux dames ont l’air de la féliciter, ou de se réjouir. Cela me fait monter l’excitation, et je pine la dame à grands coups bien profonds.Elle continue de discuter à toute vitesse dans sa langue, mais jette de temps à autre un regard entre la fourche de ses cuisses, pour regarder le membre qui la fouille. Elle s’essouffle, et ne peut retenir quelques gémissements, tout en continuant à parler.Je donne de grands coups de reins avant de gicler. La dame renverse la tête en arrière, les yeux fermés. Sa voisine continue de lui raconter je ne sais quoi. L’esthéticienne s’interrompt, et s’approche avec un Kleenex en m’invitant à ne pas me retirer tout de suite. Elle m’essuie la queue, ainsi que la chatte de la dame. Elle lui lave ensuite la vulve.La dame m’accorde un petit signe de tête accompagné d’un sourire lorsque je quitte la pièce. -Pas mal, ton histoire, me dit Marlène. …non, on n’a pas le temps. Je dois partir. Tu as envie? Alors viens, branle-toi vite.Elle a toujours aimé regarder ma grosse bite quand je me branle. Ma jolie amante rousse se penche vers moi quand je vais jouir, et sa langue toute douce coule dans ma bouche comme du miel au moment où je me répands en fusées de foutre.

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The AlleywayThis particular night came about when a good (a newly discovered lesbian) friend of mine invited me to join her to a “ladies night” at a local gay club. Being an overwhelmingly heterosexual male, I jumped at the idea of attending. All the while thinking, “Maybe there will be some cracking hot chicks who’d want to take turns. etc.” My mind ran wild in the day leading up the party. I couldnt contain my excitement, frequently letting my friend know what I was going to do to the “babes” in the club.The night arrived. I’d groomed myself, gave myself a little pep-talk in the mirror, put on the female magnetic clothes and left for a big night on the town.The train ride seemed like a fuckin eternity………We arrived and practically sprinted to the front door of the venue. The ridiculous $25 cover charge did little to dampen my spirits, as I reminded myself of the copious amounts of women just on the other side of the door.My excitement would be short lived….I burst through the doors.I scanned the room.I hung my head in disappointment…..It appeared that the apparent “ladies night” had attracted nothing more than female bikers, truckers and all stereotypes in between. Finding a female looking female was proving to be rather difficult.But then, just as I’d practically given up hope, a cute young girl caught my eye. I picked up the straight vibe as she sat there extremely awkwardly, mostly looking at the floor. At this point in time, this was my only bahis siteleri realistic chance to get any decent action.The formailities took place and before I could confirm if she was straight or not, she launched her tongue into my mouth. Not complaining… Just sayin…I then left her, as another batch of feminine girls then arrived. And with that, my night had seemingly improved!The drinks then began flowing. The more drunk I got, the better my dancing got. After a couple of hours of pissing off the lesbians with my dancing, I decided to upset a few more by taking my shirt off.So as I paraded around the club with my lack of breasts. And who should catch my eye in my drunked state? Young lovely from the start of the evening. She’d also reached a level of similar intoxication.We both found each other and approached one another. Within about 30 seconds of talking to her, her arm was wrist deep in the front of my jeans. A bit of dirty talk back and forth got us both in the mood and ready to go.She offered, “Hey, how mouth we find a booth and I’ll suck your cock?”I wasnt gonna pass an offer like that up.We browsed through the club, looking for a booth. However, they were all occupied with butch lesbians showing each other their tattooes and discussing shaving their faces.So, this ruled out the option.Not one to lie down (pardon the pun), she insisted, “Lets go to the bathroom, you can fuck me in there.”And I questioned myself. Would I actually enjoy bending canlı bahis this girl over in the bathroom, standing an inch deep in urine? Perhaps…… But I wasnt keen to find out.I offered that we leave the club and find somewhere ‘cleaner’. We left the club and walked across a park to a shaded area (as it was lightly raining). To our frustration, 2 fucking people had already occupied the undercover area. And out the corner of my eye, I spotted a fithly little alleyway (which at this point in time was looking more like a 5-star hotel).We raced over to the alleyway, equally agreeing that this was as good as it was going to get.The dilemma of how this was going to take place then came to mind.I looked around for a chair, a bench, anything. All I could find was an empty Milk crate. Beggers cant be chosers… And I was begging for somewhere to sit my ass down. We both removed our clothes, at which point I noticed she had a massive tramp stamp, right across the top of the pussy. My eyes lit up at this point knowing that I’d bagged myself a wild one. I was wrong..She bent over and got her suck on. I just kicked back in the rain and thought to myself (wait till the guys hear about this). As she played with my cock she exclaimed, “That’s such a big stiffy”…………. I swear to god, I nearly went soft when I heard that…. I tried to contain my laughter as best I could at this point. She then asked me, “I’m not on the pill, so did you stll wanna do it or?..”I güvenilir bahis knew I had an idiot on my hands at this point. I presented the condom, and it was business time again.She then climbed on top of me and started fucking away. She was awful. She sat atop my penis, shaking and wiggling very un-sexily. Her bouncing on me took its toll on my ass. Which was getting cut up by the milk crate I was sitting on. I decided to take control and lift her up for a bit of stand-up. Upon standing up, my ass looked like a fucking waffle cone. I soldiered on and held her up for as long as I could.When the legs and arms started to burn I had to put her down. I decided that bending her over would probably be the easiest bet. It wasnt. I bend her over gently to which she stated, “Oh, I dont do anal”. I wasnt surprised by her stupid comments at this point in time. I informed her that I wasnt going for the back end and wanted to keep it simple.So she bent over and I made my grand entrance. I way plowing away and figured I was finally onto a winner. Until she slowly started bending her own knees… I found myself in the limbo position trying to keep going. But my legs gave out and I had to call it quits. This girl was just simply too stupid to have sex with. I removed the condom, and she took it out of my hand. Confused, I watched on.She then licked the inside of the condom clean. This chick was just nasty.But following her licking the condom clean she walked over to a tap and washed her hands. I was fucking speechless………………http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1211/938560305_93b94a15fa.jpg&sa=X&ei=SPCnTbCMMoLovQP06uX8CQ&ved=0CAQQ8wc&usg=AFQjCNEyBK99OGrFkobWrq3apLhrtry2dw”>

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Dude your mom is hotI went over to visit my friend one hot summer day. We laid in the back yard soaking up some rays and getting high. As the buzz set in on us we began talking and soon the subject turned to hot girls we knew. We talked about this one and that one and how we would like to fuck them as we got horny. I turned to my friend and said “You want to know who really turns me on?” “Who?” he said. “Your Mom, dude I think she hot.” “Oh yeah?” he said, “I guess she is pretty hot isn’t she.” I said “I’d love to see her naked.” He sat up and said “I found some pictures of her that my Dad took, you want to see them?” I said “You bet I would.” We got up and went inside.I waited on the sofa while he went to get the photos, canlı bahis my cock started growing hard in anticipation. He returned carrying a shoe box and sat down next to me. When he opened the box there must have been dozens of pictures in it. He handed me some of them and as I looked through them my cock was throbbing in my shorts. “Damn she has great tits and I love her hairy pussy.” I said. “Here check this out.” he said as he handed me one showing his Dads cock about to enter her pussy. “Damn I wish that was me.” “Here’s one of her sucking my Dad’s cock.” We looked through the rest of the photos and I was so horny I could hardly stand it any longer.”Hey man, I’ve got to go home and jack-off I’m so horny.” He said bahis siteleri “Why go home, you can stay here if you want. I’m horny too, we can jack-off together.” I said OK and we got naked sitting side by side on the sofa stroking our cocks as we looked at the pictures for a while. I picked up the one of her sucking his Dad and said “I’d love to have her suck my cock like that.” He said “Close your eyes and imagine how it would feel.” I leaned my head back, eyes closed and let my imagination take over, a few seconds later I felt hot lips slide over the tip of my cock and down my shaft. Wow I thought, it almost feels real. Then I opened my eyes and looked down, realizing that my friend was sucking me, and doing a güvenilir bahis very good job too.He looked up and asked me how it was. I told him it felt great and he was going to make me cum soon. He put my cock back in his mouth and sucked up and down fast. A minute later cum was gushing from my cock, into his mouth, on his face and on my chest. He wiped me off with a towel then I pushed him back on the sofa, legs spread open and his hard cock standing up in the air. I got between his legs and started giving him a blowjob returning the favor. A few minutes later he shot his load. He got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. While he was in there I quickly picked out several photos and put them in my pocket. As I got up to leave he handed me several pictures, “Here take these, my Dad won’t miss them I’m sure.” I thanked him and said “We’ll have to do this again sometime.” and went home to enjoy my even bigger collection of his Mom’s photos.

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Lady on a TrainLady from ChicagoI had traveled to the Big City for a job and I had just boarded the subway car on my to my first full day of work. As expected at that hour of the morning there was no place to sit and only a few places for me to stand. I looked for an unoccupied strap but there were none. I joined a lady at a pole and managed to hold on as the car lurched forward.I nodded and smiled at her which of course is not done in subway cars but I am from Texas so that part of me was never going away. However I had adapted to my new world a bit by immediately pretending that the victim of my friendliness and everyone else in the car had vanished.I did see a small smile cross the ladies lips before she disappeared. Our route had one particular curve that caught me by surprise and almost threw me into the woman. I managed not to make contact but still muttered, “Sorry” to her.As I returned everyone in the car to invisibility I saw a quizzical look on her face. She was likely wondering from which planet I was from.We got off at the same station and if she wondered if I was following her she quickly had an answer since once above ground I turned left as she turned right.She was at the platform that afternoon as I headed home. She looked in my direction but did not see me, or pretended she did not. I am somewhat tall and a redhead so most people can easily spot me in a crowd.I boarded the car past hers and rode home. I did not turn to look and see if she was watching me walk away since I had already forgotten about her. Mom was on the phone with another catastrophic phantom event to relate.I did not see her the next morning until we were walking up to the sidewalk. Again I nodded and smiled and again she had no reaction except that whisper of a smile.That was the best response from a stranger I had gotten in the Big City so far so I was happy with it.We were in the same car going home that day but since there was a strap for me to hold onto I did not keep her company at her pole. She was only three feet from me so I took the opportunity to study her.She was perhaps in her early thirties, about five-five, brunette, with big brown eyes. She was pretty, not beautiful, not cute. Her face had enough character that a guy would not get tired at just looking at her. She wore a large old sweater over a smart business suit. She wore sneakers but a quick look into her large bag revealed high-heeled shoes inside. It was apparent this was her world.It was not mine but I had to make the best of it for at least a few months. The money was good and the company had set me up into a nice flat at what used to be a hotel. I was comfortable but I very much missed my family and my two fuck buddies, the lesbians from hell.I had been in the Big City for a week and had not made even one acquaintance. I was shy for a big friendly galoot.My ruminations distracted me enough that the curve caught me by surprise and I had to quickly correct my center of gravity. I manage not to crush anyone but when I looked at the woman her ghost of a smile was accompanied by an almost imperceptible shake of her head. I gave her an embarrassed smile and made everyone in the car vanish, except her. I wanted her to vanish too but she refused to do so. I turned to the window for relief but soon noticed that I could see her reflection on it.I took a minute and decided that it was OK to look at her as long as I was not doing so directly. I saw her glance in my direction then glance at the window. It occurred to me that if I could see her reflection she could see mine.I did not see a sign of disapproval, if anything her expression showed curiosity. We continued to glance at each other on the window until it was time for me to get off. I admitted to myself that I found her fascinating. Not “I would like to fuck her” fascinating but more of a “coffee and kiss on the cheek” fascinating. I started to look forward to my subway rides, a minor miracle in itself.During the week that followed I managed to be at the pole with her about half the time. I nodded and smiled canlı bahis and she almost nodded and almost smiled. We studiously did our best to ignore each other after that.By the end of the week I had found just enough nerve to always get on the same car she usually rode and go straight to her pole. I no longer checked to see if there were straps or seats available.That Friday I nodded and smiled to her and I was rewarded with a small nod and a slightly bigger smile than usual. I made everyone vanish but again she refused to do so. Actually, I think she could have taken credit for making everyone else vanish for me.My chin was just even with her forehead. She would have to look up to see my face so that morning I concentrated on her smell. She smelled clean; she apparently showered in the mornings like I did. Her perfume was very subtle and vaguely familiar. I liked being near her.I was ready for the curve that morning and held steady through it but the lady gave me a quick look as if making sure I was OK. We again exited together and climbed the steps together. We nodded at each other as we went our respective ways.I was in the Big City overseeing the installation of new hardware and software in one of our biggest clients offices. That Friday included my first meeting with the techs that were going to be responsible for the transition. I did not get out of the building on time and missed my usual subway ride.I did learn that one-hour after my normal ride the subway became much more crowded, and resolved to be prompt or very late from then on. It irritated me that it would be Monday before I saw the lady again.I missed her again the Monday morning, as I had to get to work early and get the AV equipment set up for what would be daylong presentations. I did get out on time that afternoon and managed to make my way to the pole she was holding. There was another guy there but as soon as she saw me she made room for me between them. I realized she was using me as a shield. I nodded and smiled as I squeezed myself between them. The guy made a sound that gave me the impression I had just crossed into his hunting grounds but I was too big to challenge. After a few minutes he went in search of new prey.The lady and I had squeezed together some when I positioned myself between them but after he left neither of us made a move to separate. I had placed my hand high on the bar and she had placed herself nearly in front of me. My position would not be steady enough for the curve so I put my other hand on the pole. She was now between my arms although they were not touching her. Our body contact increased a bit during the curve. She had room to move forward but did not. I had room to move back but did not. We were still in the same position when my station suddenly showed up. My hand briefly slid softly past her shoulder as I turned to leave. When I got off on the platform I turned and looked at her. She smiled. A real smile. The best smile I had seen in a long while.I knew I was not going to be early to work the next morning.We silently visited again on Tuesday morning. As we walked to the surface our hands touched, the most profound accidental contact I had ever experience. I did nothing to keep it from happening again and neither did she. I dared not look at her when we parted.That afternoon I waited for her at the platform. I had stepped back out of train when I saw that she was not at the pole. I waited for two more trains then went home hoping she was OK.Wednesday I picked up a couple of bagels and handed her one as I joined her at our spot. I said “Good morning” and smiled. She gave me a surprised smile and nodded her thank you as she put the bagel in her bag. Our bodies remained in light contact throughout the ride and the back of our hands made frequent contact on the way up the stairs. My fingers caressed hers as we parted.I again had to work late and missed her on the way home.Thursday morning I had a couple of doughnuts for her, a big smile and said, “Good morning, I hope you like the chocolate covered bahis siteleri ones.”She nodded as she smiled. Her face seemed to register recognition, perhaps of my accent. She said “Good morning. Thank you.”She turned her back to me and held on to the bar with both hands. I felt she wanted me to do so too so I did. Again she was surrounded by my arms only now they were lower, just below her shoulders. The swaying of the train brought us in brief contact often.She may have heard me inhale her fragrance, I though I heard her giggle. The curve pushed us to full body contact, which neither of us tried to diminish. It was possible she felt my erection although I tried to keep it away from her.Soft physical contact continued until it was time to separate on the sidewalk.We parted wordlessly but our fingers slowly slid past each other as we did.It took me an hour to step off the cloud.I again missed the train that afternoon and Friday morning.Friday afternoon I abruptly ended my training session and hurried for my subway platform. As I ran to the subway car I saw her at the platform standing there, waiting for me. We just stared at each other for a minute. It dawned on me that we were not getting on the train. As soon as it left the platform she said, “We need to talk.”“What? Your breaking up with me already?”She gently punched my shoulder and began a long tirade about how inconvenient I was, that the last thing she needed was somebody like me, and that I really pissed her off.By then we were on the stairs going up and she suddenly turned to me and kissed me hard on the lips, then continued her tirade until we were seated at a nice Italian restaurant around the corner of my building that I did not know was there.“Give me your business card,” she said as she handed me hers.I paused to write my cell number on the back. When she noticed what I was doing she got her card back and wrote her cell number on the back of it. I briefly held her hand as we exchanged cards. She seemed to have lost her train of thought.“Do people call you Liz or Beth or Elizabeth?”“Actually my family calls me Betty but it is really your choice.”“I am just plain Carl.”“Where in Texas are you from? Austin?”“I live and work in Austin but I am from a small coastal town called Felicity. Have you heard of it?”“No, good name for a town though.”“You’re not from here either are you?”“No, Chicago. I was sent to convince our corporate moguls that closing the Chicago office would be counterproductive, which it would be. I am slowly working my way up the hierarchy convincing them with numbers. It has been a slow and frustrating process. Which is why we are having this meeting.”“So you really are breaking up with me.”She punched me in the shoulder then gave me a quick kiss on the lips.“What I want, what I need, is this,” as she gestured to include the restaurant and us and our hands as they held each other.I had some smart-ass remarks ready but I saw anxiety in her eyes. Like me she was lonely, stressed. She needed a companion. I did too.I kissed my way from her cheek to her lips. I held her hands.She breathed a sigh of relief. We continued to hold hands as the waitress set out our breadsticks and took our order. As soon as she left I kissed her again. “These are the rules,” she said.“There are no rules,” I said. We are going to go with the flow, slowly. Whatever happens will happen because we both want it. My only demands for now are your hands to hold and the kisses. No deal without the kisses.”“She kissed me softly and said, “Deal.”“What did you say your name was?”I could see that unless I wore shoulder pads I would need to keep some comments to myself. I consoled myself that every blow so far had been accompanied by a very nice kiss. I could live with that.We filled each other in on our lives. She had been engaged twice but never married. I had been married for three years before loosing my wife to leukemia. I had been widowed for seven years. At thirty-three I was two years older than Elizabeth.Our dinner was great and we found ourselves very comfortable güvenilir bahis with each other. She could fire lines back at me with little or no pause. She groaned when it was the appropriate response and before we finished our shared desert she was taking umbrage for perceived non-slights just so she could punch/kiss. I loved a smart and witty woman.As we waited for the check one more very important piece of information about us slipped out, we both loved baseball. The Mets were playing the Cubs that weekend so we hurried to a nearby ticket outlet. Saturday’s game was sold out but we managed to get good though expensive seats to the Sunday afternoon game.We still had the evening in front of us. We walked to the park, I led her onto a hansom cab and we kissed often as we took it all in. We confessed to each other that we had not had the time to take in the sights. We also admitted that we had not felt much like doing so by ourselves.“That’s why I hired you,” I said.Punch. Kiss. A very long, involved, hungry kiss.We were surprised to find ourselves stopped back where we started. The cabbie apparently had no intention of curtailing our kiss. That is the kind of gentlemanly behavior that elicits big tips.We watched the ice skaters and I resisted her pleas to join her on the rink but I enjoyed myself watching her enjoy herself. She was graceful on ice skates. She stopped and kissed me several times as she was gliding by.I did notice that every time she did glide by she became more beautiful.When we made it to the subway we had a place to sit, a first for me. As I stood when we neared my stop I pulled her up and embraced her.I whispered, “I can not think of a single good reason why we should put it off. Can you?’In a soft trembling voice she said, “No”We stepped out together, held each other as we walked to my building and stepped into my home away from home. I worried a bit about her changing her mind but I gave her space to do so anyway. She simply walked into the bedroom, undressed, and lay down in bed.I felt as if I was falling.She was stunning; her breasts were perfect for her size, perfect for me. Her body was slender with curves. She had enough pubic hair for me to enjoy rubbing my face in it.I was quickly naked and kissing her with passion. My cock slid into her and we moaned through our kiss.Then we stopped. We were coupled; there was no hurry any more. We extended our kiss. She pressed her breasts against my chest, her fingers dug into my back. We pressed against each other until her first orgasm enveloped her.I kissed my way down, rubbed my face on her breasts, rubbed my face on her pubic hair then kissed her pussy and nipples on my way back up. We again moaned during penetration.All night I alternated making love to her with trying to fuck her through the mattress. Somewhere along the way we fell asleep entangled with each other.We showered together the next morning then while still naked had a small breakfast in my kitchenette. We adjourned to my love seat and finished our coffee, no mean feat as we again had our bodies intertwined. She noted that my company digs were much better than her company digs.I kissed her adoringly and asked, “I can not think of a single reason why we should put it off. Can you?”She smiled and hugged me. “No,” she said.My cock again penetrated her pussy but we did not fuck, we kissed and looked at each other in astonishment.“All I have is two big suitcases. We can take the subway,” she said.I took the statement as eagerness to move in with me so I untangled us and led us to my dresser. I handed her sweatpants and a t-shirt, which were way to big for her, but she could adjust the pants to the point they would not slide off her waist. She looked fabulous.We took a cab back from her place and I mentioned that I was glad she was getting out of there. Her temporary home was one block away from the boundary between safe and worrisome.As we were carrying her stuff in I introduced her to the doorman and he got her a key.”He said, isn’t it something? A man from Texas and a lady from Chicago meet in the Big City and fall in love. This is truly a magical city.”A man from Texas and a lady from Chicago, in love. Neither of us voiced an objection.I wondered how true that was.It sounded about right.

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Photo FantasyThe other day on a crowed express train, i was approached by a random guy who looked like he was up to no good as i was heading to another day of interviews. He came up behind me and started telling me how sexy i was, he came drom behind me and i felt his breath on my neck. i mean i know i look okay, but sexy was another thing. He then got to his canlı bahis point, he thinks that i would make an excellent model. Then i was looking at him like this guy is kinda creepy but what the hell… I took his card and placed it into my pocket. After i did that he asked if he could take my picture so he could have it for reference purposes. i was taken bahis siteleri back for a moment, but something told me to try it. So i told him sure. However, he took a picture of my lap, what a perv! But still i let it go, i didn’t want to have some creep reuin my day of interviews. However, my day did not get any better. My wallet was stolen, i had no reception, güvenilir bahis and to make it worst my cell phone battery died. So i was given a shit sandwich, and it was really not getting better with my left high heel breaking as i had scrounged together enough pocket change to buy a hot dog at a hot dog stand. As i rode the train back home, i dug into my pocket and pulled out the drunken photographer. I got intrigued, and figured why not? I decided i would call the number once i got home….. *i kno its kinda dull but its just the start… so be cool & wait for part 2.

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fucking my husband with my eyes closedthe first time we were together was in junior high school. his basement. it was hot, sexy, confusing, new. i waited for what seemed an eternity for that day. but we eventually drifted apart, went to separate high schools and lost touch. until one day when neither of us expected it. i saw him on facebook. i couldn’t believe it!! after all these years! we were both married so there was no chance of connection. that was a good thing. i was still attracted to him. i still wanted him. in that basement. with the lights low. everything new. when i talked to him all the old feelings would emerge. i didn’t know if i should tell him at first, but couldn’t deny it. when i talked to him, i would touch myself. getting wet, i’d ask him personal canlı bahis questions. did he touch himself last night? yes. (getting more excited) did he fuck his wife that morning? yes. (more wet) i could feel myself breathing harder thinking about him with her. touching her. fucking her. this was insane!! but i wanted to know more.my husband reached over and touched me. it was early. he rubbed my back, moved down to my ass, around to my front. i was just waking up, and was still thinking about someone else. he reached down my pants. (is this what he does to her?) i moved my legs apart, wanting more. he could tell right away that i was aroused. I was so wet. (is this how his wife feels?) i wanted more. i peeled off my clothes and practically ripped off his shirt. i wanted bahis siteleri this, but with my eyes closed. he moved on top of me. i wrapped my legs around him and pulled him inside. it was so easy for him to move inside of me. i was so ready. i gasped and then moaned. he felt so good. (did his cock feel like this too?) he moved his hips up and down slowly at first. i was insistent and grabbed at his ass. i was grunting, pulling him deep. (is this how deep he would push into his wife?) i was moaning, feeling him inside of me, feeling his width on the sides of my walls. i guess i was a bit more aggressive than usual. my husband stopped for a moment. i moaned out ‘please fuck me!’ that was enough for him. he started to push in and out harder. i kept my eyes closed güvenilir bahis and felt his arms, his chest (is this what he feels like?). i was moaning, much more than usual. i wanted him to come inside of me. i was floating and my crotch was throbbing. ‘fuck me harder! deeper!’ i moaned. i started to come, it was intense. i was bucking up and down, pushing on the wall above my head so that he would be deep inside. i was coming, coming, coming. ‘oh God!! … Yes! … God, yes!!’ my orgasm seemed to go on forever. i wanted it hard and i wanted it deep. i was finally spent and exhausted. trying not to think. but kept moving my hips slowly. it felt good. i was still clenching now and then, still coming. but…my eyes were still closed. still thinking (was this how satisfied she was? did he come inside of her this morning? does he ever fuck her with his eyes closed?)i don’t know if we will ever meet again. but in the mean time, there will be times when i fuck my husband with my eyes closed.

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Sissy Dani CHAPTER 4CHAPTER 4″This should be the most exciting night of your life,` MistressJennifer told me. “We’ll be celebrating Sissy Dani’s first’birthday.'” It was true. A full year had gone by since Jenniferhad first used her secret hypnotic designs to implant within mymind the personality of Sissy Dani, a simpering, submissive malelesbian who craved being both beautiful and bound. In that year,she had also aided many of her dominant female friends tosuccessfully transform the men in their lives into submissivefeminized slaves as well. Many of them would be at the partytonight. “Let’s get you into your birthday dress,” Jennifersaid, holding out the special creation. “Can’t that wait?” Iasked petulantly. I had noted over the last several months thateven as Daniel I was becoming increasingly girlish–my voice washigher, softermy gestures and walk more feminine. This “personaseepage,” as I had come to think of it, had seemingly begun theevening Jennifer imposed a second set of posthypnotic commandsupon me. I was now compelled to wear feminine undergarments and alight coating of makeup at all times, whether dressed and actingas Daniel or Dani. I was now reluctant to wear female clothingwhen the Daniel persona was in charge– for fear the “seepage”would increase. Jennifer, of course, had the solution to myreluctance. “Don’t you want to be PRETTY, SISSY DANI?” Those werethe code words, the special message that would activate in fullthe feminine psyche hidden within my own. As usual, the switchwas instantaneous. Unable to resist (though within, I knew howhumiliating the entire scenario was), I dropped my gaze and heldout my arms, wrists touching. “Transform me, Mistress,” Ipleaded. “Bind me into your service as sissy Dani.” Jenniferordered me to remove my male outer clothes and the black laceundies I was also wearing. She strapped me into a plain whitestrapless padded bra and then added white panties. No garter beltthis time–the sheer white stockings she gave me to put on myhairless legs were designed to stay up by themselves. When shehanded me the dress Sissy Dani was to wear to the party Iunderstood why my lingerie was so simple. The dress was elegant,sexy, and tight as tight could be. Its shirred white fabric clungto everyone of Sissy Dani’s curves. It was low-cut and strapless,the bodice fitting like a bustier. The hem was among the shortestSissy Dani had ever worn–nearly eight inches above the knee. Abuilt-in starched petticoat made the skirt stand out, seeminglyrevealing even more of the legs than usual. Now came theshoes–the barest of bare white sandals with seven-inch heels.Fortunately, in preparation for the party, Jennifer had made me(as both Daniel and Dani) practice walking in even highereight-inch heels for the past month. In comparison, these werelike flats. I looked down at my feet, and the Sissy Dani personawas enchanted by the sight of my red- painted toenails winkingthrough the thin straps of the sandals. It was an extremely sexysight. Fully dressed for the party (or so I thought at thetime), I was seated at my vanity for a make-up job. In keepingwith the sexy yet virginal white of my outfit, Mistress Jenniferemphasized the little-girl look of my face without neglecting theneed to make me the sexual center of attention she wanted me tobe that evening. The final effect–with ultra-long lashes,carefully shaded pale colors in the eyeshadow, a deep corallipstick, and my usual embarrassed blush–left the impression ofa Monroe-like sexpot trying to masquerade as a p*****nager.Jennifer was certain I would be a hit. My usual bondage jewelrywas also added–locked canlı bahis collar, bracelets, ankle bracelets. Shefaced me toward the mirror and snapped her fingers. Instantly, mymale persona reasserted itself. I gazed at my reflection–and thehypnotic effect of Jennifer’s commands combined with the “personaseepage” left me with a raging hard-on. Jennifer recognized thelook of longing on my face. “Concentrate on other things,Danielle,” she cooed. “For example, I have a big birthdaysurprise waiting for you at the party this evening.” She grinnedevilly–and I shuddered, half in fear, half in anticipation.”Time to go,” she told me, producing my “outerwear,” such as itwas. First came a pair of opera-length white satin gloves,exceedingly tight and fetishistic. So tight, in fact, that Icould scarcely move my elbows or fingers once they were on. Sheforced my arms behind my back and demonstrated the gloves’ othersecret: The two halves of a nylon zipper ran up the inner side ofeach glove. Forcing my arms close together, she closed thezipper, imprisoning my arms as if they were bound in a singleglove. Over this elegant bondage she placed a white satin capethat fell to my waist, mostly hiding my imprisoned arms–butleaving just enough showing to make it interesting should anyonenotice my awkward condition. “Now you just stand here like thatand get used to it,” Jennifer advised, “while I get into my ownparty outfit.” Moments later, she reappeared. Involuntarily Igasped–she was beautiful. Her dress was a classic eveninggown–halter-collared, barebacked, clinging in all the rightplaces, with a slit up the side to reveal her gorgeous legs–butmade entirely of red k** leather. Her stockings were also red,and her shoes were of matching leather in a six- inch heeledpump. Jennifer clipped a gold chain leash to my collar andtugged lightly. “Let’s go, Dani–your public awaits.” The partywas held at Mistress Susan’s home. Mistress Susan was the sisterof Teasing Tammy (nee Tommy), and was the instigator of histransformation into that alluring teenager whose purpose was togain new “recruits” to the growing legion of feminizedsubmissives. Among the guests at this birthday party for my ownimposed female persona were Tammy, Little Miss Mandy and “her”mother Carla, and Busty Barbie and “her” wife- mistress, Maria.Each of the three had, I was told, prepared an entertainment forthe celebration. When everyone had arrived, the festivitiesbegan. First into the spotlight was Tammy. Susan had outfittedher little “sister” in a dressy version of her usual teen-agesexpot attire. The buxom little redhead wore a pink sequinedmini-dress with a diagonal-cut hem: It started at knee- length onher left side and rose to stocking-tops (revealing a hint ofgarter) on the left. Along the outside of the left leg herspecially made pink stockings had an inscription, running fromthe thigh to the ankle: “Cockteaser.” She also wore six-inchpink pumps. Like me, Tammy was only a part-time submissive.Susan brought her out for special occasions like these or formissions to lure in prospective feminization victims. Also likeme, Tammy’s other self, Tommy, was acutely aware of everything hewas forced to undergo when in the thrall of the Teasing Tammypersona–so I understood the humiliation he would feel after theparty when Susan released him from her control. Tammy’s actconsisted of her playing up sexually to one of the un- feminizedmale submissives at the party, while singing–in a Betty Boop-ishvoice–“I Want to Be Loved By You.” Her instructions were to turnthe man on as much as possible–both for her own humiliation ashis, since bahis siteleri he would be forbidden to relieve his frustration byhis own mistress. The act was a rousing success. The party-goersloved it–and the poor submissive ended up with a raging erectionbut tied to a chair as he was, he could only long forrelease–in more ways than one. Completing her number, Tammycurtsied and retreated to Susan’s side, where she was immediatelyreturned to her own bondage–silver handcuffs behind the back andleg restraints–and then Susan played a little trick of her own:Snapping her fingers, she returned Tammy to Tommy. As therealization of what he had just done hit him, Tommy turned brightred and would have run from the room had Susan not restrainedhim. Next on the makeshift stage was Little Miss Mandy. Unlikemost of the other feminized slaves in our circle, Mandy had notbeen transformed through hypnosis but through rigorous trainingby his mother Carla instead. She had turned down the mesmerizingroute, thinking it would be more fun (and more embarrassing tothe former Martin) if the 14-year-old boy were constantly awareof his increasing feminized appearance and personality.Normally, Carla kept Mandy dressed in sissy-boy attire (velvet orsatin shorts, satin skirts, big bows, etc.) rather than fullfemale regalia, but tonight she had gone all out. Mandy gave theappearance of an oversized eight-year-old girl in a pale blueparty dress with lace and ruffles all over it, little puffedsleeves, opaque white stockings, and white patent- leather MaryJanes with three-inch heels. The effect was emphasized by alittle organdy apron tied over his skirt, with a big bow showingat the rear. Still there remained a touch of the androgynous tohis appearance, since Carla had chosen to forego a wig for thecross-dressed boy, simply curling his short black hair tightlyand affixing a large pale blue ribbon to the left side. His facewas lightly touched with cosmetics, just enough to soften hisfeatures. Many of the other “little-girl” submissives at theparty were clearly jealous of his femininity. For herperformance, Mandy sang the classic “I’m a Little Teapot,”replete with the appropriate gestures. When completed, shecurtsied, then (as ordered) stuck her thumb in her mouth inlittle-girl fashion. The audience ate it up. Last up was BustyBarbie. Once known as Bob, he was the only adult in our group offem-slaves who lived full-time as a woman. How could he dootherwise? His wife, Maria, perturbed by his obsession withbig-breasted women, had used a combination of hypnosis, speciald**gs and breast implants to turn him into a heart-stoppingversion of what he loved most. Barbie was now a lust-inducingbuxom brunette, her boobs expanded to a 38D. The hypnoticcommands that created the Barbie personality had severalinteresting twists: the more often she saw herself with bigbreasts, the bigger she wanted her boobs to get (although Mariahad recently “turned off” that command–she didn’t want Barbie toget gross)Bob, when released from the Barbie persona, was compelled to gazeupon the vision of Barbie he had become–and come in his pantiesfinally, Bob had constant awareness of allthat happened to Barbie–and Maria frequently ordered him toreport on his reactions to it. He had told me it was a greatlyhumiliating experience. And that was to be his “act” thisevening. Barbie wiggled and jiggled her way into the performancearea. She wore a see-through red black blouse, through which herlarge tits, carefully powdered and rouged, showed provocatively.Her skirt was a tight black leather mini, considerably hamperingher ability to walk freely, güvenilir bahis especially in the six-inch heeledpumps she also wore. Her dark hair hung below her shoulders in aFarah-like wave, framing a skillfully made-up face with bee-stungred lips. “I have been–requested,” she began, “to describe myactivities and my feelings as I prepared for this evening’sgathering. “As usual when appearing in public, I began with along bubble-bath. As I stripped naked, I found my hands againstraying to my breasts, tweaking the nipples, heaving the heavyglobes together. My mind struggled to prevent my body fromteasing myself so, but without effect. My Mistress’ hypnoticcommands are too strong. After successfully causing my cock toharden, I stepped into the bath. “An hour later,” she continued,”powdered and dried from the bath, I began dressing for theparty. I started with my black satin panties, garter belt andblack sheer stockings. The I stepped–struggled, really–into theexquisite tightness of my leather skirt. My body thrilled at thefeel of it across my hips and thighsmy mind tried to push thosefeelings away, again without success. Finally I slipped on mysix-inch pumps. “Then I sat at my vanity to begin my makeup. Iaccented my eyes with long false eyelashes, and deep greenshadow, and carefully touched up my plucked and arched eyebrows.next came a rose blush, followed by a coat of glistening redlipstick. I freshened my nail polish with the same red color.”Now, came the part my body loved and my mind most detested. Icould feel my arms and hands shake as my conscious struggled withmy u*********s. But, as always, the u*********s won–my handspicked up the powder and lipstick again, accenting the white ofgiant boobs and the red of the nipples. Looking at my luscioustits in the mirror, I felt my cock begin to stir again. “Nowcame the finishing touch–the blouse that would both hide andreveal my breasts to the world. Once it was in place, MistressMaria entered my room and snapped her fingers. Barbie wasgone–Bob in her place within my mind. I stared at the reflectionin the mirror and–as it had every day for the past severalmonths–my cock shot its load into my panties at the sight of mytransformed self.” The entertainment complete, Mistress Jenniferannounced it was time for my surprise. Suddenly, from behind, Ifelt a pair of hands thrust a ball- gag into my mouth, tying ittightly. Next I felt the zipper on my dress being pulled down.Shortly, the dress fell in a bundle to my feet. Now, MistressJennifer reached behind me and undid the hooks on my bra. It,too, fell to the floor. I stood there, half-naked in my sheerwhite hose and high white sandals, unable to move because of theway my arms were bound by the satin gloves, unable to protestbecause of the way my mouth was gagged. Jennifer smiled– thesmile I knew meant additional humiliation for me. “You lookso Pretty, Sissy Dani.” Instantly. I no longer caredhow I looked. I actually longed for the humiliation I wasreceiving. Such was the effect of the Sissy Dani persona upon me.Now, Jennifer produced a syringe from her bag. “This, Sissy Dani,is the same d**g which produced such wonderful results in BustyBarbie.” She stuck the needle under each of my breasts, as myeyes gaped. “Oh no, Dani,” she responded to my unasked question,”we’re not going to make you as buxom as Barbie. Just enough togive yocute little boobs for the rest of your life. “Afterall,” Jennifer continued, “you’re going to need them. From thispoint forward, the sound of snapping fingers will no longerreturn Daniel to control of your mind.’ She demonstrated. Indeed,the switch in personas I expected did not occur. But did thatmean– “Yes, Dani, this is the end of your double life,” she wenton, as I felt and watched my tits begin to grow. “From now on,you’re Pretty Sissy Dani forever!”THE END

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