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After I left the office of my former employer I went immediately to see an attorney. There were two things I had to do: one see about suing the hell out of my former employer and two: I needed to get my name changed legally to Carolyn instead of Carl. I chose this attorney because I already knew him, very well in fact, right down to the birthmark above his nice cock. He wasn’t surprised to see me in a dress nor was he surprised that I wanted to get my name changed. “Are you going all the way with the transition, Carolyn?” He knew me by both names but much better as Carolyn. “I’m not sure. The man I’m living with likes my little dick but he also likes me looking like a woman, especially now that I’ve been on hormones for more than a year. These puppies are really me,” I laughed and indicated my titties. “So if he wanted you to make the change, would you?” “Yea, I probably would. I mean, hell, I don’t use my dick for anything except pissing.” “If you do go for the change, come see me and we’ll petition the courts to have your sex changed on all pertinent documents. So tell me about the lawsuit.” “My homophobic boss called me into his office and fired me for insubordination because I wouldn’t change and be a real man. He called me a queer several times during the interview and really ranted when I explained that I was in transition.” “Can you prove any of this?” “I recorded the entire conversation.” “Recorded it, huh? You were expecting a problem?” “I just had a feeling so I started carrying it around with me a few weeks ago.” “Always be prepared. Good girl. Okay. Getting your name changed is just a legal formality. I’ll lay the groundwork and you just have to appear before a judge and swear why you want to change your name, which is obvious, but he has to hear from your lips that you aren’t trying to avoid any debts.” “No problem.” “The lawsuit is a bit more tedious, and well, a lot more costly. But you having recorded the conversation will certainly be a big help. If I had to guess on this one, I’d say they’ll probably settle out of court.” We spent more time discussing his fees and after a little haggling we settled on a percentage of the settlement if we won and nothing if we lost. Of course I had to pay for the name changing but that was a fee I had come prepared to pay. I left the attorney’s office and began looking for a suitable place for Mike and I to make our leather goods and BDSM business. I found a few places but none of them seemed right to me so I kept on looking. Finally it grew late enough that I had to abandon my search and go to Mike’s so I could prepare dinner, or at least stop on the way home and pick up something. As it turned out I called Mike and we decided on Chinese, so I stopped and picked up some at the closest place to his house. As we ate and worked on leather items I gave him a blow by blow account of my day. “I bet that son of a bitch nearly shit when he found out who you really were,” Mike told me, laughing his ass off. “From initial reaction I’d say he liked it. I mean, damn, I could feel him getting hard,” I said and joined in the laughter. “And I think my dick is bigger than his!” We went on to make several off color comments about Mr Reynolds, some very rude and some just funny. But eventually our conversation turned to the business we were trying to get off the ground and I told him I hadn’t found a location just yet. When I told Mike of the places I’d been looking he just shook his head. “This isn’t an upscale boutique, you know. Try around the airport, on the southeast side closer to town. There’re lots of small businesses in that area, a couple of adult book stores, modeling studios, gay bars, singles bars, a BDSM club, and a few others aimed at the adult community.” “Yes, I know exactly the area you’re talking about. Oh, and I found a place online that we can buy a lot of the cheaper leather stuff, cuffs, collars, whips, paddles, chaps, vests, even some male and female chastity devices. You wouldn’t believe some of the other items you can buy. And the bigger order you have, the more of a discount you get.” “Cool! Let’s take a look at some of these things after we finish eating. Is there room on the leather for any customization?” “Yes, all kinds of room.” “Great! Oh, and you do realize that you’re getting a spanking tonight.” “A spanking? Why? I’ve been a good girl.” I protested, but not very convincingly. “Two reasons, little girl. The first thing you did was kiss Reynolds and the second thing was questioning why you were getting a spanking.” “Yes sir,” I replied obediently, feigning reluctance even though I wanted to feel the bite of leather striking my naked butt. “How many?” “Thirty.” “Thirty? Y-yes, sir.” Thirty swats would probably make my dick explode and make a mess so I knew I’d have to lick it up and I looked forward to doing just that. While I went to get my laptop Mike cleared a space in the shop for my punishment. When I returned he was already dressed in Beşevler escort black chaps and vest so I knew that tonight’s ass whipping was going to be severe and the fucking I would get afterward would be heavenly. I stopped and opened the web page for the leather goods for him to look at while I prepared myself. The first thing I did was strip naked and then put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles, following that with the collar he had made for me. I was proud to wear his collar as that signified that I belonged to him. When I was dressed I sat beside him and waited for him to start the party. Mike attached a leash to my collar and lead me all around the shop, outside to the street and back, through the back yard, and finally back inside. Before he stretched me across his wide work table and fastened my wrists to small eye bolts on either end, stretching me tight, Mike placed a clip on each nipple. My ankles were than attached to the legs of the table, pulling me as far apart as possible, so that my ass couldn’t move at all. “How many did I tell you?” Trick question. No matter what number I gave him it would be too small. “However many you think I deserve, sir,” I answered after a moment’s thought. “Very good,” he said and laughed. There were times when he started off lightly and worked up to some blistering strokes but tonight wasn’t one of them. The first blow landed and I would have jumped over the moon if I hadn’t been tied so securely. “Ooww! Oh! One!” “Who’s the cunt?” he asked harshly as he swung the paddle. “I … Ooww! I am! Two!” “Who’s the horny fucking slut?” “Ooww! Me! Three!” He continued the process, asking a question and pounding my butt! By the time we got to ten I had tears of pain rolling from my eyes. I was also very much aware of the fire burning inside me. “What do you do, slut?” “Ooww! Thirteen! Please you!” Mike paused for a moment and cupped my balls in his hand, squeezing them so that I knew he was in control. “I should just cut these off,” he growled. “You don’t need them.” “Yes, sir. I don’t need them. Do they offend you? “At times, yes.” “I wish I had a pussy for you to use as well as my asshole and mouth,” I said through a blur of hot tears. My ass was on fire! Even though it hurt greatly every time the leather paddle smacked my ass, I wanted more. “Do you want to suck my cock, slut?” Another fierce blow landed on my battered butt! “Yes! Ooww! It hurts! Twenty-one! It hurts, it hurts!” I cried out with pain and lust. “I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” Five more savage blows landed in rapid succession and I thought I would surely go insane with the pain and immense pleasure. “Ooww! Ooww! Twenty-six!” I was crying so hard that snot was running from my nose. “I think I’ll cum on your face.” “OW! Y-YES S-SIR!” “You’re a stupid fucking cunt!” He spat and gave me the final four blows. “Ooowww! OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHHH! TH-THIRTY!” “Say it!” “I’M A STUPID FUCKING CUNT!” Mike moved about behind me and then I felt something pressing against my asshole. I knew it wasn’t him but one of our dildos that was being worked inside me. In the next instant I heard the whirring of machinery and whatever was in me began moving in and out rhythmically and it felt so damn good. Instantly, I knew it was the fucking machine Mike had purchased a few weeks ago. Stepping in front of me, Mike pushed the head of his cock against my lips and I greedily drew him inside. Being restrained as I was, the only thing I could do was use my tongue to play with the sensitive areas I could reach. Mike controlled the motion, fucking my mouth at any speed he desired while the machine fucked my battered ass at a very steady pace. I whimpered around his hard cock, knowing he’d soon be firing his creamy goodness all over my face. Once my orgasms got started, the fucking machine kept them rolling, one atop the next and my body couldn’t stop quaking and shivering. “Mmm, your mouth is just so fucking hot, baby. Damn, it feels so good!” Mike grunted, holding my head on the sides and fucking my face intently. Three times I thought he was going to shoot his load and three times he rammed his dick down my throat. Now he was going at a good clip and once again I felt his cock harden and braced myself for his hot spunk. This time, whether by design or accident, I felt him grow and knew he couldn’t stop. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Mike bellowed and pulled his cock from my mouth just as a thick rope of hot jism fired into me. Then he was holding his cock and pumping semen all over my face from my chin all the way to my red hair. I had cum in my mouth, in my hair, eyebrows, covering my closed eyes, across the bridge of my nose, and on my cheeks. When he finished he used his dick to smear his cream all over. “Fuck, that was good! Do you want me to take the cock out of your ass? ” “Ooh, yesss,” I hissed, climbing up to the mountain top one more time. “Too bad. I like it there. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Çankaya escort bayan I’m going to get a beer. Would you like one?” “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” “I’ll get you one anyway,” he chuckled and left me strapped to the table with the machine fucking me. Mike returned carry two bottles of beer and a towel. “I thought I might clean you up before you get up.” “I guess I should have brought some water. Hard to clean up cum without some water. What should I do? I know!” He lifted his dick and aimed it directly at me and just as quickly began to pee on my head. Sure we’d had some fun with pissing in the past, mainly in the shower where it was easily washed off, but he’d never done anything like this. My first reaction was to protest and when I opened my mouth to say something I received a mouthful of hot urine. It was hot, body temperature, and bitter, but it was also something I had wondered about for a long time. I swallowed a small amount and then a larger, and larger amount. It was nasty and I loved it almost as much as cum, and if Mike liked doing this to me I was all in favor of it. When he was out of piss Mike reached over and turned off the damn machine that had given me so many orgasms before pulling the dildo out. In a few minutes I was free but so exhausted that I could barely move to a chair without any help. Taking the beer from Mike I downed half of it quickly, belched, then drank the rest of it. Beer wasn’t my first choice of beverages but it would certainly do for now. “Damn, baby, you fucked me half to death and then tried to drown me,” I giggled. “And you loved it all, from the spanking to the fucking to the blow job to the piss, Go ahead and admit it.” “Yea, I have to admit that I loved all of it, even the piss.” “But it was your idea to swallow my pee, and then you came back for seconds. I can only assume that you enjoyed drinking my piss so you can definitely expect some more.” “I guess I’m just a piss whore,” I smiled. “Cool. While you were, uh, occupied I looked over that website with the leather. Those are fair prices, wholesale prices. I think we should start writing out what we want so when we place an order we can do it at once and get a really good discount.” The rest of that evening, all the way up until the wee hours of the morning, was spent deciding on which items to buy and how many of each. On another site we found store fixtures, display racks, counter gondolas, slat wall and shelves, hanging rods, mounting brackets and so forth. We bought a few items from them but Mike said he knew a place that sold used at a really good price. At another site we found bondage furniture like sawhorses, swings, stockades and they were all very expensive but we purchased a sampling of them so Mike could see how they were built and try to improve. When my house sold I planned on using that money to really build up the inventory. By the time we went to bed, after my very much needed shower, we were both too tired to even think about sex. But the next morning, well, that was an entirely different story. I awoke from a very erotic dream and was ready for action, so I slid down in the bed and lightly kissed Mike’s cock which responded exactly as I hoped. Slowly, gently, I began taking his growing member into my mouth and before very long he was as hard as a rock. I felt him wake up and knew the game was on when his hands came into play, caressing me, guiding my head back and forth, reaching down to play with my erect nipples. “Mmm, what a way to greet the morning,” he sighed and let me continue. “Oh damn, that feels great, baby!” I felt exactly the same way since cocksucking was one of my most favorite things to do, especially with Mike’s glorious cock. I settled in and prepared myself for sucking him all day if necessary to get his wonderful cum. His hips began moving back and forth sending his dick deeper and deeper until he had worked all ten inches of his cock into me. When he picked up speed and began fucking my I knew he was getting close. “Oh yea, baby, suck my fucking cock! Oooh, I’m gonna paint your tonsils! Damn, this feels so good!” Mike groaned, his cock all the way inside my mouth. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” He pulled back a little and I could feel him growing thicker and harder, so I knew he was about to cum and I braced myself. I moaned softly, needing to feel him cumming in my mouth. Not only was I fulfilling what I felt to be my primary function, which was seeing to my man’s carnal needs, but I was also getting exactly what I so desperately craved. “I’m cumming,” Mike announced, “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” He started pumping a massive amount, even by his standards, into my mouth and I began swallowing as fast as I could, doing my best to keep up and not lose one single precious drop. Whimpering and moaning, swallowing and savoring, I took all he had to give me. I had done what I wanted, what I needed, to do and I was a happy camper Escort Cebeci now. He remained in my mouth for several minutes until his cock was limp before he withdrew. I cleaned him gently and carefully with my tongue, making certain he was completely free of any trace of cum. “You’re one fantastic woman, Carolyn,” he said quietly and held me tight. “You make it easy,” I replied and smiled up at his face. “Let’s get dressed, go out for breakfast, and go look for a place for our business.” “Sounds like a plan to me,” I giggled, not moving from his side. An hour or so later we were at our favorite diner eating bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy. I’d worn a very casual, thin strapped foam green summer dress, no bra, a pair of white thongs to keep everything tucked away and leave me with a very smooth front, and white four inch heels. I liked green because it accented my red hair. Mike was in jeans and boots, his favorite casual apparel. From the diner we went to the area he’d suggested and took note of the foot traffic already moving about. There was two or three unoccupied stores, one of them between two of the busiest places. We walked throughout the area, which was almost like an adults only strip mall. There was a store that offered adult novelty items, two small adult book stores, one of them with a theater, and a store that catered to transvestites. There were also two places that weren’t open at this time of day, and a twenty-four hour bar and grill. The ‘Woman Within’ was the transvestite store I was familiar with, having done some shopping there in the past. They had very reasonable prices which told us that the rent probably wasn’t sky high. We went into that store and I recognized the same transvestite sales clerk I’d done business with in the past, though she looked a whole lot more convincing now than she had then. “Yes ma’am, can I help you?” Although I no longer needed to buy things in a specialty store since I could freely shop in any store I pleased now that I was fully transitioned except for the surgery, I decided that I would find something to buy. After looking around for a minute I saw an evening dress on display that I fell in love with and wondered when I would ever get the chance to wear anything as fancy as that. The dress was dark blue with sequins, floor length, strapless, and slit a little more than halfway up the thigh on one side to show a good glimpse of leg as you walked. Then I saw that Mike was also looking at it, almost drooling over it. “Yes, I’d like to see this dress in a size six,” I said and pointed to it. “Certainly. Let me go to the back and find one,” she answered and ducked behind some curtains. She returned carrying the dress and removing it from its plastic protective bag. “Here we go. We have a changing room right over here.” Taking the dress from her I stepped into the changing area and began stripping. The dress fit me like a glove and when I emerged I thought Mike might just jump me right on the sales floor. The look on his face convinced me. “Wow! It looks wonderful on you,” the sales woman said as I walked around the store. “We’ll take it!” Mike blurted. Even if I never wore it anywhere except in front of Mike, the fact that he liked it was good enough for me. My mind envisioned me doing a strip tease for Mike and getting him all hot and bothered and then fucking the living daylights out of me raced through my head. “I’ll go change,” I said with a smile. When I stepped out of the changing booth she took the dress from me and carefully placed it back into the bag. “Will there be anything else?” “No, I believe that should do it,” I replied and followed her to the counter with the cash register. “May I have your name? We like to keep track of what our customers purchase. It helps us make our purchases.” “Good idea. My name is Carolyn Adams.” “Thank you,” she smiled and typed my name into her computer. “You look so familiar I would have sworn you’d bought something here in the past but there’s no record of you.” “Look under Carl Adams,” I replied. “Oh yes, here you are. Let me make a note of this so the two files will merge.” “Technically it’s still Carl but that won’t be the case much longer.” “I remember those days,” she laughed. “I was so happy when the judge granted my request for a name change. I mean, how many women do you know named Harold?” “About as many as are named Carl,” I answered and we both giggled. Lowering my voice I asked, “Would you happen to know anywhere around here that sells bondage gear?” “None of the good stuff. You can get some leather cuffs and nipple clips, even a riding crop in either of the adult stores …” “But that crap looks so cheap and the leather cuffs are so stiff.” “Don’t I know it,” she smiled. “As far as I know there’s no place in the whole city that sells any quality items. There’s a BDSM club on the next block over but they don’t sell anything.” Mike had come up next to me and heard the gist of our conversation and asked, “Do you think a place that specializes in bondage things would make a go of it?” “If the traffic in and out of there is any indication, I’d have to say yes.” “Cool,” Mike replied and handed the lady a credit card. “Oh yeah, do you know what kind of business was in that store down the block?” “Sure.

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