The Sexual Digest was, like its companion, The Randy Remininscences Magazine, mimeographed for distribution to an 'underground' audience. I do not know how many issues were published, but the present volume contains four. These four, numbered consecutively, were actually the first, fourth, sixth and eighth, with the dominant theme being different in each one. The editor shows, however, a marked interest in anal intercourse, bondage and domination of the female over the male. Lesbianism, male homosexuality, and transvestism recur as themes, suggesting that the readers found these subjects particularly stimulating.
There were many photographs and drawings included in the original edition, but unfortunately the quality of them, plus other considerations, makes it impractical to publish them with the text. For this reason, the reader is asked to overlook the mentions of illustrations occurring occasionally within the text. In most cases, the photographs were not up to the standards of the text and would not have enhanced it in any way.
The preoccupation with flagellation that fills many pages of The Sexual Digest suggests its English origin for I think a careful reading of the text demonstrates clearly that this is an English work. I would date it in the 1940's, probably after World War II, though I freely admit this to be an opinion based on a careful reading of the text and little else.
Contained with these pages, though, is a work that covers a wide range of human sexual behavior, trying, as most works of this genre do, to meet the secret, seldom-expressed wishes of that portion of the population to which it is addressed. If one finds here matter not in accord with his own fancies, if one finds here matter disturbing or distressing, remember that it is a picture of a former time and though there are many of us who remember the post-war world as it was (or as we believe it was), here is a written record worthy of preservation, for it deals with an aspect of life in those times that would otherwise be lost. If one single fact, as a result of material contained within these pages, becomes clearer to the understanding, or if one individual is helped to understand the nature of sexual inclinations that differ from his own, this book will have done its job.
Leroi F. Miller, Ph.D. San Jose, California August, 1968
VOLUME ONE
GIRL FRIENDS
I don't know when I first developed my lesbian tendencies for you might as well know now that I am a lesbian and this is the story of some of my adventures. I don't think that there is any particular point at which I actually became a Lesbian, for it was a gradual process which lasted over several years and I had been having sexual intercourse with other women for some while before I had even heard the word.
I was about twelve years old when I first noticed that I was not altogether the same as other girls. I was a beautiful child, blonde and with a figure well developed beyond my age, and by the time I reached my twelfth birthday my breasts were well rounded and gave promise of future glories.
I associated with other children older than myself, and it was through this association that I first noticed an oddity: I was not attracted by boys, in fact I actively disliked them and their company, and seemed to have a physical aversion to being left alone with them. Most of my companions were at the age when the opposite sex was becoming their main interest in life and girls and boys were feeling the stirrings of sex. I, however, was far more interested in my girl companions and always sought their companionship and was particularly attracted to Vida, a girl of sixteen who was the acknowledged leader of our group. I developed a "pash" for her and became her devoted assistant, finding a delightful thrill in being alone with her. Vida soon noticed that I was not interested in boys and finding that, in spite of their obvious attempts to cultivate me, I was not going to compete with her, she accepted me as a fag companion. I realized now that she was flattered by the obvious devotion of such a beauty as myself.
This phase of my life lasted until I was sent to a boarding school at the age of sixteen, by which time I had had my first sexual experiences. Vida, although not a lesbian herself, soon found that she could excite me by caressing and kissing me and would, on occasions, amuse herself by working me up in this way. It was in this manner at Vida's hands I experienced my first orgasm.
It was one hot afternoon, in her bedroom, that Vida suggested that we take off our dresses and rest on the bed. She made me take off my petticoat as well, and I was lying beside her wearing only a pair of directoire silk panties that fitted me very closely. I was sleepy and dozing when Vida leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, and I felt that pleasant thrill run through my body that always came from contact with her. She continued to kiss me and I felt her hand go to my breasts and begin stroking and squeezing them. She moved her body closer to me and slipped her own breasts out of her brassiere and pressed them gently against mine, while her hand began to stroke and knead my tummy.
Oh, it was wonderful, and all sorts of things seemed to be happening inside me. Her mouth was now pressed firmly to mine and her tongue kept probing inside my mouth, while she gazed unblinkingly into my eyes, breathing deeply all the while.
Now her hand was stroking the inside of my thighs and her fingers pressing my pubic mound. My body was on fire for her and my cunt was aching for something. I squeezed my thighs together and the sensation made me feel faint with excitement. I squeezed harder, but Vida's fingers were there gently edging them apart again. I was almost crazy. I didn't know what to do or why she was doing this. All I was conscious of was that I wanted to do what she wanted. So I opened my legs wide and felt her fingers search for my cunt through the material of my panties. It was damp and I could feel every movement of her fingers as she began to rub them up and down, while my panties became wetter.
Vida now moved her body, one arm under my shoulders, and holding my nipple from the far side while the other hand continued to stroke my cunt. Her body was bent over me so that her lovely breasts hung just above my face while she watched my reactions with lively interest . . . squeeze at the nipple . . . stroke at the cunt. I was almost unconscious when suddenly my belly seemed to burst and my body began to jerk uncontrollably and I felt myself wetting my panties and the bed. Throughout, Vida held me tight while my body gave itself to her in a passionate abandon that left me quivering and weak, and as I began to cry with the reaction she kissed me gently and I loved her more than I had ever done before.
These little sessions with Vida became quite frequent and by the time I was packed off to school Vida was abusing me once a week. She herself, however, got no sexual satisfaction out of it and merely regarded me as a doll to amuse herself with. I think the sight of my body jerking under her fingers gave her a feeling of power and my increasing submissiveness and devotion to her gratified her.
By this time, of course, my world revolved around Vida, and I had no time for anybody or anything else. I soon realized that my body could amuse her and that the intense emotions she aroused in me were gratified by her tormenting me and I began to roll and struggle under her hands, gaining every atom of emotion I could. I was hers, body and soul, and her orders to undress were instantly obeyed.
My move to school was an appalling blow, for it meant long periods of separation from Vida and I was completely heartbroken by the break in our relationship. I wrote frantic letters to her, but now that her doll was no longer at hand she lost interest and after a few short notes to me, she stopped writing. My mental state was, of course, reflected in my bearing, and it was obvious that I was not happy and this was accentuated by the fact that I did not have much in common with the other girls.
My firm mistress was the first to notice this and to take a special interest in me. By curious coincidence she was named Miss Vida, but it was with a heavy heart that I obeyed a summons to her room one morning if only it had been the Vida in whose arms I had so often lain!
Miss Vida was a well-built woman of about twenty-eight, full breasted and powerful but graceful with it. She was determined to find out why I was so unhappy and put me through a searching cross-examination under which I eventually broke down and began to cry. It was not long before I had told her all and answered all her searching questions as to how Vida had handled me.
She then began to comfort me and stopped my crying and began to talk to me, holding me in her arms on the divan. I must realize, she said, that this was just a stage in growing up. I was to be one of that select company of women whose place in life was to make other women happy. Not all women were made the same and not all found their happiness in a man's arms. Many women only found satisfaction at the hands of another woman, and I was one of those whose role in life was to provide that satisfaction. My previous love had been a girl who really had no use for me except to play with me and who was not dependent on me to complete her sexual life. I must learn to develop my precious powers for the right woman. Miss Vida had been watching me now for some time, she said, and was greatly attracted by me. Did I think I would be able to love her a little ?
Her strong arms held me, she kissed away my tears and I began to feel happier than I had done since I left home. Here, it seemed, was a woman ready to cherish and look after me. With a catch in my breath I looked up at her and nodded. In a moment her lips were on mine and I was being kissed in a passionate and exultant manner that I had never experienced before. Strong arms held me and strong fingers reamed my body, running over my thighs and squeezing my breasts. I was happy once more as my body responded.
She sent me away and told me to return to her for tea, and I went back to my own bedroom in a cheerful manner.
Dressed in my prettiest frock I tapped on Miss Vida's door at four o'clock and entered in reply to her call. She was wearing a beautiful gold, skin-tight housecoat and her hair was brushed loose over her shoulders. She looked lovely. We had tea sitting on the divan together and I gradually became aware that Miss Vida was wearing nothing under the housecoat. The front of" the coat was held closed only by four buttons which ran from between her breasts to her waist line, the remainder of her body being covered by the design of the coat. This was all right as long as she stood still, but when she moved, the hidden delights of her body were exposed. First I glimpsed a naked thigh, white and shapely, then a big well-formed breast and all the while I felt her eyes watching me eagerly, almost hungrily.
At last she pushed back the tea table, and as she sat down again the skirt of her coat fell aside and left her naked to the waist, the whole of one thigh exposed.
"Undress, you darling," she whispered. "I'll make you so happy."
Shyly I did so and was about to sit beside her wearing my panties. "No, take your panties off. I want to see all of you," she said, and as I bent to slip off the panties and stood quite naked beside her she undid the buttons of her coat and threw it open, exposing her complete nakedness.
She had a lovely, firm body with proud breasts crowned by big brown nipples which stood out, while her pubic hair had been shaved. For a moment she lay back looking me up and down and then drew me beside her on the divan. In a moment I was enveloped in her strong arms and was on my back, being pressed into the cushions, her big breasts against my young ones, her mouth on mine.
This was quite different from anything before. This woman wanted something of my body that I did not yet understand. She was frantic with excitement, but was gentle with it. I returned her kisses and felt her tongue dart into my mouth. Her hand was at my nippies now, squeezing and rolling it until I began to stir under her. But pressing me down with her body she continued to excite me. My thighs opened readily at the thrust of her knee and she moved her big body until she was lying on top of me.
"Lift your knees up to your breasts, darling," she said. "That's right, now open your legs as wide as you can. I'm going to show you a wonderful new thing: how our bodies can be joined together in love. Now cup your breasts in your hands and start rolling the nipples in your fingers."
I did as I was told and lay spread-eagled, exciting myself as she raised herself from my body and, bending over, kissed my cunt. It was wonderful! She next heaped cushions where my legs had been and sat down with her thighs outside mine, her bottom against mine. Then she began to move her body and I realized what she was doing she was trying to press her cunt against mine! I didn't understand, but if my darling wanted it, then I wanted it, too, and I moved my body towards hers. Ah! So that was it!
Something hot and damp touched my streaming cunt it was hers! Now I was to learn what a lesbian embrace really was, and to lose my virginity to another woman. Like a rubber sucker her cunt closed over mine, splaying my labia apart, leaving the inner surface in contact with her. I don't really remember very much of that first union with her, for I was really incapable both bodily and mentally. All that is really clear is the remembrance of the slow, steady movement of her loins as she fucked me and the sensation that she was sucking everything from my belly to hers. Then I began to spend and the final holocaust occurred as she came as well. The sticky flood from her body that washed into me as our bodies jerked uncontrollably and the curling of her toes as her legs thrashed the bed on either side of my shoulders. I lay gasping with exhaustion while her loins held my organ glued against hers and the shudders of spent emotion ran down her belly and thighs.
I did not really know what had happened to me and I was vaguely aware that my body had given something to the older woman, that she had desperately wanted this from me and the taking of it had given her satisfaction. I did not realize at the time that my true life as a lesbian had now begun and that my slim girlish body would become the adored toy of other women; the body to be so desired by many men.
She began to stir and in a little while I was lying once more in her arms, my head cradled between her breasts as she comforted and kissed me. But now one thigh lay masterfully across my belly, holding me down, impressing upon my still bemused brain that it was now her loins that ruled me. I realize now that she was very self-controlled that afternoon, for she contented herself with taking me that once only and did not demand of me the series of orgasms that would later be my fate whenever she bedded me.
From that I never looked back and began to blossom in all my beauty and figure. The other girls soon realized what had happened and I became popular as Miss Vida's girl friend. I had to put up with much good-humored banter from the girls whose bedroom I shared and many efforts were made to make me tell what happened on my visits to Miss Vida's room and, when a short while later, my mistress introduced me to corsets and I had a dinky black broche, one that gave me the tiniest of waists when laced tightly, I was envied by all.
It was Miss Vida who introduced me to the whip and taught me how to wear a dildo and satisfy her when she required it that way and it was on the first holiday that I spent with her that I was introduced to other women such as herself and made the wonderful discovery that I could arouse frantic jealousy in the breasts of such women by flirting my favors around and it was with one such older woman that I was first unfaithful to Miss Vida, sleeping exhausted in her arms after she had finished with me. We were both well satisfied and it was the first of many such occasions.
THE EVACUEE
I was eighteen years old when my three aunts became my guardians and changed the whole course of my life. I had lived the whole of my life in a rather remote part of the country up to that time and there was an awful lot for me to learn. In fact, looking back, there cannot have been a much more innocent girl in the whole of the country. I had hardly begun to take an interest in boys and knew nothing of the facts of life. But my three aunts soon changed all that, and after I had been with them six months no one would have recognized the shy young girl who had walked up the drive that dark afternoon in November.
A maid answered the door and this alone was a change in the life that I had been accustomed to in the past, as we had never been able to afford such luxuries. I didn't realize how soon I would be contributing to the upkeep of this maid who took my case and led me upstairs to my bedroom, saying that I was expected but that my aunts were out at the moment and would be returning for tea. Meanwhile I was to unpack and make myself at home.
I looked around my new surroundings with interest. It was a large and pleasant room with a heavy pile carpet from wall to wall and heavy draperies over the window and door. The pictures on the wall embarrassed me somewhat, for they were of a type that I had not seen much. In fact I did not know that such things existed. The most innocuous of them all was a photograph of two young girls, completely naked, embracing each other and kissing passionately. The knee of one seemed to be pressed between the legs of the other and although I did not know it at the time there was nothing innocent about their relationship at all: they were lesbians.
Another frame held the drawing of a man being whipped by two naked women. At least they appeared naked to me, although in actual fact they were wearing tightly-laced corsets and stockings, a type of dress that in those days to me was as good as nakedness!
Another showed a man made up as a woman and wearing a corset and high-heeled shoes. His face was made up and he was wearing a wig which came down to his shoulders. The other pictures were too awful for me to describe. They showed men and women doing things to each other that I could not understand, but even as I turned away I felt a strange new thrill run through me in a way that I was rather mystified. My reeducation had begun!
I had just finished my unpacking when the door opened and Aunt Jane came in. It was some time since I had seen her and I did not know her very well. I felt quite shy but she soon put me at my ease by chatting cheerfully about everything in general. She lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the large table, making me sit in the chair in front of her while she talked. She insisted that I try a cigarette too, so I began smoking. I didn't like it much at first but carried on as it seemed to please her to see me with it in my mouth.
As Aunt Jane talked she folded her arms around her knees and pulled them up to her chin and as her skirt was pulled up I was embarrassed to see that she was wearing no panties and her bottom and private parts were plain to my gaze. I could even see the lips of her pussy and the dark black hair around it.
She saw my embarrassment but ignored it at first and went on talking about how we would spend our time in the future. It seemed that life was to be one long round of parties and excitement and that there were many people for me to meet. Then she moved a trifle and I found myself gazing straight into the cleft between her thighs as her skirt was waist high.
This was the first time that I had seen a pussy from this angle. In fact, it was the first one I had seen except my own. Aunt Jane saw my fascinated gaze and laughingly began to talk about my underwear, asking what type I had with me. She was quite shocked to hear that I was not wearing a brassiere and that all my panties were of the directoire type. She said that we would have to spend a lot of time teaching me how to dress and how to make the most of my figure, which she said was a very good one for a girl of my age and which would repay lots of training. She then made me take off my dress and stand in front of her wearing only my panties and vest, and after that she slipped one of my breasts out of my vest. She began to stroke and fondle it while talking to me, telling me what a lucky girl I was to have such beautifully shaped breasts and nipples.
As she spoke of the nipples she took one between her finger and thumb and began to roll it round and round. This sent a wonderful thrill through my body such as I had not experienced before. I felt excited and strangely drawn to Aunt Jane and I shyly kissed her cheek as she put her arm round me and drew me closely to her body, increasing the pressure on my nipple as she did so. I did not know what the strange new feelings were that were stirring inside me; nothing very much seemed to matter except that I loved Aunt Jane as I had never loved anyone before.
She now slid off the table and pressed me back gently against the wall, telling me to put my arms around her neck and kiss her on the lips. She began to kiss me, gazing steadfastly into my eyes. I felt her tongue probe into my mouth and press against mine. It was a wonderful sensation. Then, still continuing the rolling of the nipple she held, she slipped the other breast out of the vest and began to roll that nipple as well.
I was mesmerized, weak and loving and my stomach felt warm and soft as though expecting something to enter it. My pussy was throbbing and I wanted to go to the lavatory, but everything seemed unimportant beside the fact that I loved Aunt Jane and Aunt Jane loved me.
Her pressure on my nipples was setting me on fire, and I seemed to be in some wonderful sort of dream when my body was about to multiply itself. Then, with one blinding flash, my body responded to the teasing fingers and I had the first orgasm of my life. I seemed to melt into Aunt Jane's body and we became one together. I clung convulsively to her, my tongue licking hers, pressing my belly against her stomach. I knew that I was wetting my panties, but it seemed unimportant. In fact I almost felt that Aunt Jane wished me to do so, and I held nothing back until I felt the dampness running down my legs and soaking my stockings.
She held me against the wall until I ceased to shake and lay back exhausted then, still holding my nipples, she stood back and looked at me with a smile on her lips. I sensed that she was requiring something of me. She, too, loved me as I loved her and her body wished to show it just as my body had done. Would I do something for her? Of course I would! I would have done anything for her then, anything that she wanted. So when she asked me to kiss her pussy for her I agreed at once and followed her to the bed and, pulling back her skirts, I kissed the folds that were wet and warm. I kissed it again and again and in response to a whispered call from her I put my tongue inside her and began to suck her.
She gripped my head between her thighs and began to moan and wriggle convulsively on the bed as the emotion rose in her, until suddenly I felt her stiffen and the grip on my head became almost painful in its intensity. I felt the lips of her pussy move slowly under my tongue and a flood of hot liquid began to seep into my mouth.
"Drink, drink child!" she whispered, and with a slight feeling of disgust I began to suck and swallow the juices that were flowing from her so copiously.
MY AUNTS
I took this picture of Aunt Phyllis and Aunt Jane in the garden the summer after I went to live with them. (Unfortunately, we cannot reproduce the photograph. Ed.)
Aunt Phyllis, who is of course the eldest of the three, just revels in out-door exercise and would have one of us out in the garden to sunbathe with her whenever the day was warm enough. If she could get all of us she would be very pleased and in no time she would turn the sunbathing into a veritable orgy.
You can see the sexy look in Aunt Phyllis's heavy eyes. She had lovely big breasts; when you look at them in this picture you can quite understand why the men couldn't keep their hands off them. When they squeezed them the soft flesh peeped out between their fingers.
It was shortly before I took this picture of them that I had been deflowered and by the time of this incident I had begun to enjoy sexual intercourse avidly.
John rather hypnotized me for the week after he deflowered me and spent each night and most of the days with me until I was so thoroughly broken in, both back and front, that I might have been a prostitute of long standing. No newly-wedded wife can surely have been done so often and so thoroughly during her honeymoon.
Both aunts, Phyllis and Jane, took great interest in my progress and on many occasions watched me writhing under John's sexual organ.
On one or two occasions he tried to make me do strange things to him. On one of these occasions Aunt Phyllis came in just after he had spent inside me and I was lying dazed and exhausted in his arms. He was trying to persuade me to take his organ in my mouth and, being completely in his power and under his dominance, I was struggling into position to comply with his wishes when Aunt Phyllis stopped me and told him that I was not ready for such things as yet and that he must confine himself to normal intercourse for the present.
John was rather cross and I kissed his organ to comfort him. It sent a new thrill through me, a thrill that I was to experience in full many a time in the future. His penis stiffened and in a few moments he was deep up my backside again and I was grovelling on my hands and knees as his hands searched for my pubic mound.
This picture of Aunt Phyllis was taken in the toilet as she was waiting to relieve herself after being done by John. Aunt Jane was on the seat and was teasing her by refusing to vacate it. Aunt Phyllis, whose bladder was always weak, could only hold her water for a very short while after sexual contact with a man and always made her way to the bathroom as soon as he was satisfied. She is squeezing her thighs together to hold it back.
Phyllis probably did more than my other aunts to teach me to enjoy my sexual life. Although the eldest of the three, she enjoyed every moment of sexual excitement and would writhe in absolute ecstasy under a man's hands and yet show the same excitement when played with by her sisters. She used to love to lie with my head between her thighs and my lips touching her organ and to feel the soft lick of my lips as I kissed the damp folds.
She was the only one of my aunts who was actually present when John deflowered me and it was only the gentle touch of her hand on my fevered forehead that enabled me to survive the torture of John's organ as he forced his way up into my bottom and her soft voice that comforted me as I screamed as my bowels were stretched by his rampant organ and my virginity felt his strength.
After John had finished me and had left, Aunt Phyllis came to my bedroom and spent the night with me, holding my still sore and aching body against her ample bosom. She first bathed me and then gently massaged oils into the badly-stretched muscles of my bottom and sponged my burning organ with eau de cologne. The big bites on my neck and breasts where John had bitten me until I screamed were tended and it was a much comforted young woman who eventually dropped off to sleep in her arms.
The next morning I awoke to the touch of her lips between my thighs and we spent a wonderful time sucking each other off before breakfasting in bed. This is a picture of Aunt Phyllis and was taken on the afternoon when I first saw the sexual act performed between a man and a woman. My training was well advanced, although I had not been broken in and my aunts insisted that I be present on several occasions to watch while they entertained men friends. Aunt Phyllis is shown here just before she was taken by John. She had been exciting him for some while, first with her fingers and then her lips and his huge organ was erect and throbbing, looking as though it would burst with emotion. I was still somewhat bashful at this stage and didn't know where to look when John took her. Their movements were so frantic and animal-like that I was shocked, and even their huge enjoyment did not entirely dispel it. A delightful point is that some six weeks later John was to deflower me and my movements were to equal those of Aunt Phyllis! !
This was taken immediately after the whipping that preceded my deflowering. I was in a terrible state of sexual excitement at the time and scarcely knew what was happening. My nipples and labia had been teased almost continuously for an hour and I had received fifty strokes of the cane on my bottom.
I am here positioning myself on the bed ready for John who was waiting with his penis erect.
I didn't suffer much pain as I lost my maidenhead although when he turned me over and penetrated my bottom, I thought my loins would split in two. But urged on by my aunts he was quite ruthless and pressed on until I was done.
This is Aunt Jane, posed as she sat in my room on the afternoon of my arrival. As she told me later when I was trained, she had slipped off her panties before coming up to see me. The effect of seeing an older woman's private parts in this manner was designed to get me into the right frame of mind for my seduction.
Aunt Jane never shaved her pubic hair, as she said it reminded her of pregnancy and being shaved for the birth, so she always allowed her mons veneris to remain thickly covered.
Aunt Jane was the strongest minded of the three and was the virtual mistress of the house, which in effect was a high class brothel with my three aunts and the two maids as the girls. All were nymphomaniacs to one degree or another, the most affected of them all being the maids, who carried out their household duties without payment, receiving only a percentage of the fees paid by the clients introduced by my aunts.
I was the only member of the household who, in the beginning, had no strange tastes, but after six months I was copulating regularly and loving every moment of it. Apart from having my bottom broken in my introduction to the various perversions came later and was a task undertaken mainly by Aunt Phyllis.
Jane seduced me and developed my sexual characteristics, but once I was ready for deflowering the training was taken on by Aunt Phyllis.
I had little to do with Auntie Pam until after my first whipping and I had been taught to suck a man's prick and bottom. Pam was the biggest pervert of them all, seldom indulging in normal intercourse, relying mainly on whippings and gamahuche to obtain sexual satisfaction.
This is quite an historic picture as it was taken in Madame's just after I had heard the doctor report to Madame that I was pregnant. I had accepted Mr. He-ton's offer of three-thousand pounds to bear him a child and he had been trying to impregnate me for several weeks, but this was the first medical exam that confirmed that he had been successful. I must admit that the photo hardly gives the impression of a happy mother-to-be, but I was wondering at the time whether it was Mr. Heton's child or whether it was the outcome of the night I had slept with that rather good-looking young boy whom I had to handle in a rather motherly way as he was shy. If he was the father then it should be a lovely child, if it took after its pa.
I decided that I wouldn't mind bearing him a child even if he were unable to pay me for the honor of fathering it.
As I was now pregnant I would be prevented by the rales from sleeping with anyone else except Mr. Heton, which wouldn't be wildly exciting as he was not a very strong man and would be unable to serve me more than two or three times a week, in fact I could see myself doing most of the work, for when he could not raise a stand I was expected to suck him or amuse him in other perverted ways.
THE LESBIAN VICTORY
The defeat had been complete and the Amazons had won the day. All had been put to the sword except the pick of the maidens and a few of the more shapely youths. Shivering with fear we maidens watched the youths march away and wondered what our fate was to be. Terrible tales of these fierce female warriors and what they did to their captives flew between us and in the back of all our minds were the half-whispered tales of the strange sexual customs of our captors and how they acted to the men with young virgins.
And now we were being looked over by their leader. She paused in front of me and I felt her hot, steely eyes bore into mine. She smiled, and then her hands ripped my clothing from head .to waist, leaving my breasts covered only by a silken band. Next, one hand cupped a breast and merciless fingers began to squeeze until the nipple felt as though it would burst from the flesh. I screamed, but she squeezed harder.
I fell to my knees, still screaming, and she watched me, smiling. Then as suddenly she released me and drew me to my feet and her arms were around me and she was kissing my lips fiercely. Her hot breath was on mine and one strong hand was squeezing my bottom. Her eyes bore into mine and I felt weak and frightened in my submission. What did she want?
I was not yet to know, for with a word to one of her handmaidens, she released me and in a moment I was seized and stripped except for my loin-cloth and the band over my breasts. I was gagged and bound on a litter made of spears. Meanwhile all the other girls were being stripped and bound in various agonizing postures, and thus we were borne down to the galleys.
Many moons later I found myself left alone in a room by the handmaidens who had tended me ever since my arrival. I was wearing only one garment: a loose and completely transparent wisp, feeling quite naked. Suddenly the curtains parted and in came the Queen of the Amazons, she was naked except for two huge rubies that glowed from her pierced nipples. A fierce light again shone in her eyes, the same look that had been there when she had kissed me the day I was captured.
She stood and looked at me and I could hear her quick breathing as her hot eyes ran over me. Then suddenly I was once more in her arms and her eager lips on mine. Soon her skilful hands and body were arousing my budding sexual powers and almost without knowing it I began my life as the lesbian playmate of my captor. Naked I lay as she began to suck me.
FINISHING TOUCHES
If anyone had told me that I would be writing in this fashion when I arrived, together with Joan, at the finishing school I would not have believed them.
It was the first day of the term and Mrs. Stern was only taking on two new pupils, Joan and myself. We were put in the care of an instructress who would supervise all our training. She was a beautiful girl of about twenty-five years, with a marvelous figure in spite of her powerful build. She had a very dominating personality and it was two very subdued seventeen-year-old school girls who followed her along the corridor to what was to be our room. Here we were both made to undress and were photographed in our undies. Here are two of the pictures taken. They are rather nice snaps, particularly of Joan which shows her as a good deal more self-possessed than she actually was while the pictures were being taken.
That night I was made to undergo the sorority initiations as being one of the new girls. If I had been able I would have run away with shame and fright at what was to be done to me.
First the committee came into the room and Joan was sent out, then I was made to strip naked. I was next laid out on the table and my pubic hairs solemnly shaved off. I was next fitted with what was called the Alpha Chastity Belt. This was a highly-ornamented belt which was laced tightly around my waist, with straps that passed between the thighs. Next a long, cold nozzle was thrust up each of my passages and the straps pulled tight between my thighs, keeping them in place. I was then made to don a metal brassiere, shaped to cover each breast but to leave the nipple protruding. Finally my wrists and ankles were shackled and six-inch high-heeled shoes fitted. I was then securely gagged and led from my bedroom.
Each member of the Committee carried a cane and I was subjected to a continuous round of blows across my thighs and buttocks. Every movement of my body caused the nozzles inside me to run and excite my sexual organs and by the time I had minced my way to the Sorority Room and the door had shut behind me, I was frantic with sexual excitement. When, at the word of the Chairwoman, I stood up and began to squeeze my thighs together I knew I would have to spend and a few moments later, my body jerking uncontrollably, I had a violent orgasm as I came in front of the applauding audience.
PAM
This was not my first sight of her!
She was a girl who had been brought on by Rona and whose feminist tendencies had become lesbian, under Rona's influence. For a long while her only experience of sex had been in Rona's bed and she had learned to do everything that one woman can do to another.
By the time this photo was taken she could satisfy Rona by hand, mouth, and with a dildo strapped to her and what was more, she would enjoy doing so. I had seen her in bed on several occasions with Rona and it was lovely to watch how she loved the elder woman and how Rona returned it.
The first occasion on which I saw them in each other's arms was when on visiting Rona's flat one afternoon I surprised them in bed together. As I opened the bedroom door it was obvious that Pam had just finished an orgasm. She was wearing a flimsy nylon nightdress which had been pulled up around her waist, while one of her breasts had been lifted out. Rona, however, was quite naked.
Pam was panting and quivering, but in that relaxed manner which indicated that she had just passed the climax of her emotions and was lying in Rona's arms looking up at her with her pretty lips parted. Rona's hand was between the young girl's thighs and she was bending to kiss the expectant lips.
They were so wrapped up in each other that they did not hear me and Rona gently kissed Pam while her hand slowly withdrew from her organ. No man ever treated any woman with the same loving tenderness that the lesbian Rona bestowed upon her young lover as she lay panting from the sexual excitement that her body had been subjected to.
I felt immediately jealous of Pam, for all that I could expect from Rona was the whip and stern orders not to spend until I was given permission. Funnily enough, Rona was not cross when she found that I had seen them, although Pam was rather upset and was not comforted until Rona made me undress and show her that under my male clothing I wore female undies and corsets. I was later whipped and made to serve Rona while Pam watched, after which I was accepted by Pam as Rona's servant!
They were a well-matched couple, Rona being the dominant member of the pair. Pam, although possessing a delightful figure, was very petite, while Rona was well built and very powerful. Pam was completely under Rona's influence and nothing pleased her more than for Rona to play with her. Rona lived a very full life with her, obtaining sexual satisfaction in several ways.
There was, of course, the direct method in which Pam would be simply instructed to strap on the dildo and satisfy Rona in direct intercourse. Then she would be made to lie with her head between Rona's thighs and suck her off, or perhaps to excite her mistress with her fingers. Then there was the other way round when Rona would take the lead and Pam would be excited until she spent. Rona got a lot of enjoyment out of this last method and as her young victim became more and more excited, so she herself would near her orgasm. And then finally when Pam's body began to jerk intolerably, Rona would fling herself on to the jerking body and press her cunt against Pam's and spend herself in a true lesbian manner.
The sight of these two women's bodies jerking together as they rubbed their wet organs against each other was a wonderful sight. The wonderful thing about the whole relationship was, however, the way in which Rona looked after her young lover. Even when Pam was writhing under her fingers and her body was struggling as her sexual nerves were stretched to the limit, Rona was always gentle. Even as she squeezed Pam's tortured nipples or ran her finger into her cunt, she held her gently in her arms and seemed to be comforting the struggling girl even as she tormented her further.
As Pam lay panting in her arms she would gently kiss the opened lips or touch her tongue with the darting end of her own and when Pam, in sexual agony, would frenziedly seize her breasts or attempt to reach her organ, she would move her body to allow the younger girl to hold the part of her body she was seeking.
But of everything, I think the most delicious sight was to see Rona take command in those last few moments before the orgasm. To see the younger girl surrender to those strong limbs and move her own to accommodate the desires of the stronger woman even as though a man were taking her. To see her legs open and her thighs come up, offering her organ to the hungry lips of her mistress's cunt and then that slow but relentless movement of Rona's loins as she lowered herself with that strange squatting posture that brought the lips of her cunt to within a fraction of Pam's; and then that few seconds when both the women's organs moved in anticipation, each as though seeking the other's and the final damp union as Rona clamped over the girl.
NIGHTLIFE
I can't recall the name of the girl, but she was a German chorus girl who was paid to entertain the guests.
It was a party of perverts and the majority were men. I think on that night every type of perversion must have been represented. I know the majority were men but at a glance the average person would have been completely taken in, and some of those who DID look like men were NOT! It was a great party and the most intriguing part about this dancer was that this was the first time she had ever performed an indecent act in public.
As far as we were concerned she was a virgin, although she had slept with numerous men before.
She came on to the spot-lighted dance floor dressed only in long skirt and black brassiere through which her big nipples protruded, but she soon discarded the bra. Her pubic hair had been shaved (we found that out later) and she wore high heeled shoes.
The first number was an erotic samba performed alone; her second, the act of copulation, also performed alone; for the third she was joined by a massively-built woman, tightly-corseted, with pendulous breasts. This woman carried a rubber model of a rampant organ, and after dancing around the prick the younger girl lifted her skirt and presented her bottom and the prick was rudely thrust into her. Then to the accompaniment of rumba music the girl worked her hips and loins until she was completely impaled while the stout woman continued to hold the instrument inside her.
Then another stout woman, corseted as the first, joined the tableau. She also bore a rubber prick which in time was worked up into the dancer's cunt until she was impaled at both back and front.
Then as the two handmaidens held the thick bars inside her she rolled and twisted her hips in time to the music until she spent and collapsed . . . amid great applause from a randy, excited audience.
When I asked our hostess how she had managed to persuade this girl to perform as she did, she replied that the girl's family owed her very large sums of money and the daughter was paying it off by performing in the brothel. She certainly earned her money that evening, for she was whipped before the excited audience, fucked by a number of men both back and front, as the imagine took them and she was attacked by the lesbians present who, as a matter-of-fact, fought over her. The party by that time had become rather wild and no one was in complete control of his, or her, emotions.
BROTHEL BITCHINGS
This is Prudence, who was so popular with the "male" lesbians. As can be seen from these photographs she was very small and had a pretty little figure.
She herself had no leanings towards lesbianism, and it was really only due to the strict discipline that Madame imposed on us girls and Madame's constant coaching that she became such a success.
As there is often much of the sadist in the "male" lesbian, Prudence had many painful meetings and was paid a bonus for each occasion on which she was whipped or otherwise tormented.
She was a lively girl of nineteen, but it is indicative of the effect of the life she had led that she became cowed and subdued in the presence of some of the women who hired her. There was one woman in particular, a large, heavy, full-breasted female of about forty years who had a particular passion for Prudence. She was married to a very small and quiet man who was quite incapable of satisfying her in any way and would engage Prudence once a week to work off her lusts.
While in the public rooms she would keep Prudence close beside her, fondling and kissing her and behaving in a very possessive manner, while Prudence on her part was so quiet and meek that it was quite obvious that she was completely dominated.
I acted as Prudence's maid on several occasions when she took her mistress up to her room for the orgy of sex that always reached its climax as the girl's passion-wracked body lay trembling beneath the "male's" flabby, quivering form. I was always fascinated by the gloating manner in which the elder woman undressed her young victim and would hold the young body to her naked form, her big fingers pressing the firm breasts and squeezing the nipples until the younger girl began to show signs of rising sexual excitement. Then a hand would go to Prudence's organ and she would be excited almost to the point of an orgasm. When her tormentor would cease her teasing and tie the girl to the whipping-horse and whip her until she screamed.
At this point the mistress herself would more often than not have an orgasm and Prudence would be released and made to pet her until she was recovered and ready for further excesses.
The mistress would lie sweating and panting on the bed while Prudence knelt beside her, stroking her big flabby breasts and kissing the parted lips. An interesting point, which is common to many lesbians, was that she would never allow Prudence to sponge her or wipe away the sweat which poured from her obese body. Her body odor was quite overpowering, even to me at some distance from the bed and, to Prudence, lying in her arms, it must have been stupifying. In fact Prudence said that it acted as a drug and held her helpless to her mistress.
The next stage was when the older woman began to take an interest again and would reach out for the younger girl and draw her down beside her, once more taking the lead. Prudence could now play the part of the young and loving wife, submitting to every demand of her masterful husband and doing all she could to pleasure him. The mistress, on her part, would gently arouse the younger girl, caressing her breasts and squeezing her nipples, kissing her lips and stroking her thighs just as a man would when preparing a woman for intercourse.
Prudence was easily aroused and would soon be lying panting in her mistress' arms, waiting for her to take her. I, as a maid, had been standing in the background waiting for the sign from the older woman to bring forward the dildo. This was a very special instrument designed to allow the lesbian to fuck the girl and yet have an orgasm herself. It was made of heavy, white surgical rubber and appeared to be a model of two male pricks in erection, both springing from one pair of testicles in the form of the letter Y.
The girl who was lying on her back with her knees raised would have the penis inserted into her vagina while the mistress would impale herself on the other. The two women were thus joined together and by careful manipulation of their bodies could enjoy to the full the delights of sexual intercourse.
It was my task to insert the rod into Prudence and steady it while her mistress positioned herself. From then on it was impossible not to be impressed by the complete control of the older woman and the submission of the younger. For although I have seen many hundreds of unions between man and woman, there was a completeness about this that was quite staggering.
VOLUME TWO
ELLEN
Ellen is another of Rona's friends. Ellen was a virgin whom Rona introduced into our circle. Her resistance was broken down by the psychological approach and this photo shows her immediately after her initiation. She has just been released from her bonds and is shown recovering from the experience.
Three girls, including Rona, had worked on her until she was almost delirious with sexual excitement and then my strap was removed and I fucked her in the normal organ and then she was reversed and I broke in her bottom as well.
This is the only woman who has actually asked me to give her a child and right from the moment when she was experiencing her first orgasm, she was moaning, "Oh! give me a baby! Give me a baby."
Although she fucked with many others later on, I always like to think I fathered the child she bore some nine months after the loss of her virginity, but as I have heard her use the same words to others as she writhed under them, the seed that fertilized her may well come from someone else's loins.
As far as I know she never had intercourse with normal males but always copulated with such as I. We had to be completely made-up before she would allow us to touch her, and corsets and high heels were essential.
She would never allow me to release my tension strap until the very last moment before plunging into her and always insisted that I wear long ear-rings. She said their movement fascinated her while I fucked her.
Sometimes in the middle of the union she would decide that my corset wanted tightening and would summon one of the others to lace me tighter while still inside her. The increased pressure usually made me spend at once.
A PLEASANT HOUR WITH RONA
I had been massaging her breasts gently for half an hour or so, teasing her nipples every so often, when she began to show obvious signs of rising emotions. Her breathing was becoming heavier and I could see her eyes stray from the book she was reading. She was no longer concentrating on it, for she had not turned a page for some time, maybe ten minutes.
I felt my belly begin to ache pleasantly under my corset and my own nipples began to tingle with excitement. Her breasts were big and heavy with the constant massage and glistened with the rubbing oil. I began to roll the nipples between my forefinger and thumb. She turned sideways, away from me and buried her face into the pillows but held her body so that my hands were still at her breasts. She began to pant unashamedly and little moans came muffled from her lips. This must be the climax which Bert had been expecting!
She was squeezing her thighs together and I could see the cheeks of her bottom quivering as she strained to squeeze her clitoris, but the black band of her tension strap controlled her and her efforts merely roused her further.
She was now moaning, "Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me, please, please, fuck me!"
That was the first time she had used the word but now kept repeating it.
I reached over to the bell and gave the pre-arranged signal that would bring Bert, naked, into the room. The prick that had so often possessed my bottom was now to sink into her cunt. She had by now lost all control of herself, her hand was feverishly feeling for my prick but was finding only the strap between my legs that held my organ imprisoned and way out of reach. Pressing my corseted body against her, I kept squeezing her nipples, exciting her further and further. Her body was the personification of sex; her breasts and thighs bulged over the narrow corset; her powerful thighs, encased in their nylons, moved restlessly, seeking a male body to hold.
The door opened and Bert came in, she turned her head to him, her lips still moaning, "Fuck me, Oh! please fuck me!"
Bert stood naked in all the glory of his virility. His big prick was stiff and erect and my belly felt weak at the sight of it. He stood looking down at us for a moment and then sat down beside her. He bent over her and whispered, "Won't he fuck you? Shall I do it?"
I gave both her nipples an extra squeeze and she nodded. Her hand reached out and touched his rampant prick. "Take her strap off," he said to me. I undid the buckles and slid it away from her. He then knelt over her and held his genitals about a foot from her face, letting her see what she was about to take into her belly and, with her lips apart, she looked then, lifting her head, kissed the testicles. The bag looked like a small football and the organ like a tree! She kissed again and then he moved. With every muscle and nerve of her body she welcomed him.
I stood back from the bed as the fucking began. With one strong heave of his loins that doubled her knees up to her breasts and made her gasp, he drove his prick as far up into her cunt as it would go. Then, a moment's pause as her body adjusted itself, and he began to fuck her furiously. His hindquarters moved like a piston and in about three minutes she had her first orgasm. She was given no grace, however, and I saw her shuddering and quivering as she came even as he pulled her round on the bed to let her head hang over the edge.
A few moments later he came himself and her whole body shook as she received that first gush of cream from his belly. He paused, his body tense on top of hers as the orgasm gripped him. I could see his testicles, wet with her coming, jerk as they pumped the semen into her. Then he began again and again he came. She was breathless and quite broken in now. Her thighs were running with their juices, and her shaven pubic mound splashed as he drove into her.
The sight of her being fucked was driving me to distraction. My belly felt like bursting, but the tightly-strapped tension belt prevented me from getting any relief. Bert, who was now settling down to the finer points of Rona's fucking, took pity on me and told me to unbuckle my strap. He then rolled over onto his back, pulling Rona round so that she lay, impaled, on top of him. His hands went to her big bottom and pulled her closer on to him and then, his fingers parting the cheeks and exposing her arse hole, he motioned to me to plunge my now rampant prick up her back passage.
Still corseted, I knelt between her outstretched thighs. Bert's fingers guided my prick and in a moment I was pushing into her. Her butt was slack from the much fingering that it had had and I slipped easily in. She gasped and her emotion-wracked body jerked and twisted as she was fucked from both sides at once. I could feel his testicles hard and wet against mine as we began to time our strokes together.
This was the first time she had had more than a finger up her bottom and she moaned and beat helplessly with her hands upon the bed. Her big wet mouth with protruding tongue sought Bert's and rained damp, uncontrolled kisses upon him as my hands caught her breasts from behind and began to squeeze her nipples.
Then, in one glorious convulsion, we all came together. Bert flooding her womb and I her intestines, while her juices mingled with Bert's semen and dripped down her thighs onto the bed.
RONA FINDS HER BOTTOM FOR THE FIRST TIME
I don't quite know what I was thinking of as I drove up to the door. I still had the picture of Rona as we had parted in town, saying that in three days she would be with me again. I could still feel the outline of her corset under my hands as I held her to me and was still wondering what effect the strap was having on her, for although I could neither see nor feel it, I knew she was wearing it. For Bert had said that she was faithfully following his instructions. That she had shaved, I knew from the previous evening when I had seen her quivering cunt exposed as my lips sought to drink deeply of her juices, my gaze lingering on the brown folds that moved so invitingly under my eyes.
The door opened and a woman, meticulously dressed as a maid, asked me my name. I was shown into a waiting room. After a few minutes Bert came in . . . but, anyway, to cut a long story short, there was I, sitting dressed only in my corset, which was laced so tightly that I could scarcely breathe, with my stockings and shoes, my wig and my make-up, feeling so sore from my last whipping that I could scarcely sit.
Then the door opened and in came Rona. Obviously shy, she was urged on by Bert who, fully clad, stood at her elbow.
Rona's sole garments were first, the black corset, laced so tightly that her breasts bulged larger than I had dreamed possible; black nylons held up by long suspenders, high-heeled shoes and a shiny brassiere that lifted her nipples as an offering. Shy though she was, she knew what to do, for as I moved towards her she halted and, as I went down on my knees before her, she opened her thighs and leaned backwards, exposing her shaven cunt and as my lips pressed forward seeking her organ, she leaned back into Bert's arms and I saw his fingers feeling for her nipples.
Then, after some few moments, she said, "Darling, you're forgetting my other entrance." And slowly she began to turn.
My kisses on the soft white cheeks were not enough; it was not until my hands parted them and my tongue was eagerly seeking her rectum that she was satisfied and she said, "Darling, lay me on the bed."
I did so and her thighs opened up. She smiled at me and nodded, not saying anything. I leaned over her and my mouth sought her shaven cunt, my tongue burying deeply between the soft, warm folds. I gently licked the clitoris until that little knob hardened and I took it gently between my teeth, holding it as my tongue rubbed it up. I was too excited to see what Bert was doing, although I was conscious he was still in the room.
After a few minutes Rona's breathing quickened as she became excited and she began to move her thighs yet wider open. Then as she began to moan and I knew she was near coming, Bert took my fingers and pressed them between the cheeks of her bottom. In a moment I had a finger up her and a few seconds later as I explored her pipe, she came with a tensing of the body and the warm comings in my mouth. She came six times in the next two hours; by the sixth, and last time, I had two fingers up her anus and two in her cunt and was kneeling over her working hard, my left hand kneading her belly.
She had farted several times already but now her bowels were loosened and as the orgasm approached she knew that she would have to shit and she struggled up to a sitting position and made a half-hearted attempt to push my hand away. But Bert sat beside her, supporting her shoulders and holding her hands to her breasts.
"You must let it go," he said. "You must let everything go."
She farted again: a loud, oily burp and I could feel the excreta moving inside her, firm against my fingers.
"Yes, that's right," he said. "Now, Dave, take your fingers out of her bottom. Now as you come, let your bowels go there! you're coming now Shit, shit! don't mind the bed."
Her body tensed for a moment and then she gave.
She sat for a moment and then said, quite audibly and calmly: "Darling, get me a towel and clean me up."
When I came back with sponge, towel and talc she was still sitting in the excreta and smoking a cigarette that Bert had lit for her. As she stood up she turned to look at what she had done and remarked, "I didn't know there was as much as that!"
I sponged and powdered her, letting my fingers run gently round the lips of her cunt that was now gently flushed with excitement. Then, under Bert's supervision, I strapped her tightly into her suspension belt.
All this time, of course, I was nearly frantic with lust. My strap was so tight that I could not come at all and the tube in my bottom seemed part of me.
TRAINING
It was just dusk as I swung the car up the drive and came to a halt outside the door. I was in a highly excited state, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, and was wondering what was in store for me. I had faithfully followed out the instructions I had been given about preparing myself for the arrival and was dressed as a woman. I was wearing my corselets laced as tightly as I could get it by myself. My falsies fitted snugly over my small breasts, giving me a full-breasted figure, which showed to the fullest under the skin-tight, short-sleeved top which I wore together with a pair of "Slimma Slacks." My suspenders supported my nylons and my feet were encased in black, high-heeled court shoes. My pendant earrings swung excitingly against my cheeks and a triple string of pearls felt cool against my neck. A quick glance in the car mirror showed my make-up to be in order and the scarlet of my nails shone as I pulled on my black kid gloves.
I climbed out of the car and, pulling my short swing-backed coat closer around me, I climbed the steps and pushed the button of the bell. The door was opened by a middle-aged woman, highly made up and obviously a tight lacer.
"Oh! You are John, our new pupil. Come along in, my dear. We are expecting you. Don't bother about your bags and the car. I will have them dealt with. We can't have our young ladies carrying heavy suitcases about! Your room is ready, so we'll go straight up. You will spend the first few days by yourself before meeting any of the other pupils, as you have a lot of hard training to do to get you into the proper frame of mind."
She led the way up the wide stairway and along a discreetly-lighted corridor to a room with the number ten in brass numerals on the door. The room itself was large and expensively furnished, with an equally large bedroom opening off through an alcove. Through heavy curtains, half-drawn I could see a huge divan bed with mirrors mounted on the ceiling. The living room was furnished with divans, settees and two curiously-shaped armchairs. The lighting was soft and on the cream and gold walls I could see several very entertaining pictures.
Madame, for that was who my welcomer proved to be, shut the door and going over to a large cocktail cabinet which appeared to contain every drink under the sun, said, "Now, my dear, you must be tired after your journey. Take your coat off and make yourself comfortable while I mix you something to bring a sparkle into your eyes. What a lovely blue color they are. You will be very popular with the boys. Now, something with a brandy base, I think."
She busied herself with the shaker while I curled up on a divan and lit a cigarette. She brought over a huge glass of a nice but potent concoction for me and settled herself beside me with a smaller drink for herself.
"Now we must have a long chat," she began. "I think it will be best if we run over, first of all, what we know about you so far as you can correct if necessary. Then I will outline the course of discipline and training you are to undergo to turn you into a perfect lady. I understand from our mutual friend who introduced you that you have had leanings towards feminism since you were quite young, haven't you? Tell me how you first started, will you?"
"I don't really know when I first began," I replied. "I must have been about eight years old, I suppose, when I discovered my sexual urges. I was in bed with a cold at the time and was pretending that I was a prisoner being tortured. I found that by squeezing the end of my foreskin between two of the draughts that I had been playing with, I could produce a most beautiful sensation. I'm afraid I was somewhat shaken when I spent! Sometime later, when playing with other boys I found that I obtained great pleasure by being tied up, and I always chose the part of the prisoner and was tied to trees. Then as I grew older I found myself being fascinated by women's underwear and used to dress myself in my grandmother's combinations and panties, padding my figure out to fit them. This led to my wearing a pad between my thighs and over my organ which I used to use as the feminine way. I also used to pad out my figure and pretend I was pregnant. Ooh! I do so want to be so! Will I be allowed to do that here?"
"Don't you worry, my dear, about what you will be doing here. You will be told everything in due course. Whether you become pregnant later when your training is completed, will depend on you. Ladies who do not insure that their boy friends take the necessary precautions usually do end up by nursing babies. Now tell me when you first lay with a man you were about fourteen years old at the time, weren't you?"
"Yes, an old friend of the family who arrived unexpectedly shared my bedroom. He used the bed and I had a mattress on the floor. He talked a lot about girls and persuaded me to share his bed with him. He put my hand on his organ and we both spent. The next time he visited us the same thing happened and this time I stripped naked, for I had begun to develop a desire to show my naked body to him. I had also, by then, begun to want some part of him inside me and I had even bought some vaseline in anticipation of his visit, thinking that it would help him in penetrating me. I'm afraid he wasn't very keen and only made a half-hearted attempt in spite of my pleadings and the night ended with my working him off by hand while he made me spend, too."
"Have you yet been broken in by a man? I know you have been wearing a control and that a woman has taken you with a dildo, but have you actually copulated with a man?"
"No," I replied. "One or two half-hearted attempts have been made by friends, but I am really still a virgin. I have sucked my friend's prick on many occasions and have recently begun to swallow his semen, but have not progressed much further."
"Well, my dear, that is a joy you have to look forward to, and we shall take very great pleasure in in-iating you into the mysteries of a woman's role in the sexual act. You clearly have much to learn in that direction.
"Now, with regards to whippings you have been whipped quite a bit, haven't you? But with what degree of severity? Have you been made to scream or have the whippings been merely of an exciting nature?"
"I had one lady friend while I was in Germany who whipped me fairly severely, but I was gagged with her panties. I should probably have screamed otherwise. Recently however, the whippings have been very mild."
"Well, that will soon be altered here. These rooms are sound proof so there will be no need to gag you and you will find that your screams and cries will fall on deaf ears. The training includes very severe whippings to inculcate a spirit of proper feminine humility in you. The whippings, like most of the training, are carried out with a definite ceremony and you will commence by being whipped twice a day: once in the morning and once in the evening the first being later on tonight. You will be strapped over one of these chairs, which are specially designed for the purpose, and will have mirrors arranged around you so that you will be able to watch your own writhing.
"For the first three days you will wear nothing but your tension strap during the whippings, but later you will wear a corset as well. Once a week the strap will be omitted and you will be whipped until you have spent three times without your organ being touched. You will have to wear your tension straps for twenty-four hours a day and will only be allowed to unbuckle on direct orders from your instructress. You will also wear a control continuously, again only removing it when ordered to.
"You will only be allowed to relieve yourself twice a day, once at ten in the morning and again at ten in the evening and your instructress will be present while you are doing so for there are several rites in connection with this act that you will have to observe. The bathroom and lavatory open off the bedroom and your instructress will share the flat with you for the first fortnight and will remain with you until you are ready to join the other pupils for lessons.
"After the first fortnight you will pair up with another pupil and you will both share the same flat. The one I have in mind arrived two days ago and has already begun training.
"Now, finish up that drink, there's a good girl, and
I will mix you another one. The first thing you must remember is to always refer to yourself as feminine. You must think as a lady as well as act as one and always refer to the other pupils as feminine. To start with, you must have a feminine name, and we have christened you Elizabeth Anne, and you will always be addressed as Anne.
'You must always be very polite to your instructress, whose name is Phyllis, and address her as Miss Phyllis. She will be your complete mistress and a very severe one you will find her in everything. She will personally superintend your training and will administer your whippings. You must learn to carry out her slightest whim and to obey her commands to the letter.
"Your cases will be coming up any minute now, and while I am fetching Miss Phyllis you must undress so that you are wearing just your corselet, stockings, strap and shoes. Keep your jewelry on, too. I will bring Miss Phyllis up in a few minutes and we shall expect to find you out here again ready to receive us. Now run along, there's a good girl, and get undressed."
She then left the room and I walked into the bedroom to carry out her instructions. The room itself was large and mirrors covered nearly all the walls, set at every angle, so that each end of the room was reflected in some way or another. I saw quickly that every movement in the room would be observed from whatever position I happened to be in. There were two large and ornate dressing tables and a small printed notice on each said "Miss Phyllis" and on the other "Elizabeth Anne."
I quickly slipped out of my top and slacks and stepped out of my cami panties, folding them up and putting them tidily away in one of the drawers. I then studied myself quickly and carefully in one of the many mirrors which showed me in my tightly-laced corselet, my waist and swelling bust line, my tension strap tightly bound between my thighs confining my penis and testicles and giving me a most distinctly feminine look. I straightened one of my stockings, ran a comb through my hair and then tripped into the living room to await the first step in the conversion of myself from a male to that of a female.
I did not have long to wait, for hardly had I lit another cigarette and taken up my drink when the door opened again and in came Madame, accompanied by a man carrying my bags, and another woman clad in a long coat that clung to her tightly-corseted figure. She was a large woman, nearly six feet high and with a broad, swelling bosom and hips. She walked mincingly on six-inch heels and carried a small riding crop in her hand. My first feeling was one of embarrassment at being seen clad in corsets and with the tension strap between my legs. The man looked at me and smiled slightly but said nothing and, after placing the bags in the bedroom, left, shutting the door behind him.
"Now, Anne, this is Miss Phyllis, who is going to be in charge of your teaching. I want you to meet her and obey her in everything. I'll leave you to carry on now, Phyllis, and drop in later to see how things are going along. Mr. Davidson will probably come, too."
As she went out Miss Phyllis, who had been looking me up and down, said, "Well, my dear, let us first unpack and sort your things out but first pour me a brandy ginger and don't spare the ginger."
I went over to the cocktail cabinet, very conscious that she was closely studying my movements and aware that my deportment was far from feminine. She merely lit a cigarette, however, and led the way into the bedroom. My unpacking was soon done and the corsets, shoes, straps etc., that I had brought with me were stowed away in the various drawers and my cosmetics were spread out on the dressing table.
"Now the first thing we must do is to fit you up with a proper control," said Miss Phyllis. "You will appreciate your training more. The only time for the rest of your life that you will be without that constant reminder in your bottom is when it is either removed by a lover to admit his own organ or when I remove it to allow you to open your bowels. You have been using a whirling-spray nozzle so far, haven't you? Well, now we have something even more satisfying. First of all, strip yourself naked and then put on your shoes again."
As I began to undo my suspenders she opened a drawer in which I caught a quick glimpse of several long, cream-colored controls. She selected one of these which seemed several times as long as anything that had formerly been pushed into my intestines. Its diameter was about the size of an ordinary banana and my anus contracted at the thought of this being forced inside me. If I were to live with that inside me all the time, I could imagine that my life was to become decidedly exciting.
"Hurry and get out of that corselet and now strap the tension belt around your waist. Oh! No! Much tighter than that tighter still. Here, hold this a minute and I'll pull," and she thrust the control into my hands.
My waistband was then pulled so tightly that my stomach felt as though it were being cut in two, but at last she seemed satisfied and told me to lie down on the bed with my knees up to my chin and my bottom resting on the edge of the bed. A moment later I felt her fingers between the cheeks of my bottom, something hard and slippery pressed against the butt-hole and one arm held me round the waist as she pressed the control into me.
The pain was considerable and I cried out, struggling a little to get away; but she held me almost motionless and my movements only served to aid in loosening my anal muscles and in two or three minutes it was fully home to the end. I could feel it far up inside me, almost twice the distance into my bowels that the previous nozzle had been. Only my ring ached from the unaccustomed stretching but the hardness inside me was heaven!
My penis stiffened almost at once and my hand went automatically to it. But I was not to be allowed to play with myself, for I was ordered to hold the control in and stand up. I did so while she busied herself with a French letter which she took from the same drawer. She came back to me and with a quick movement of her hand drew back my foreskin, smeared the organ with some grease from a long tube and rolled the sheath onto me. Then, seizing my bag, she squeezed the testicles up into my belly, skillfully taking the loose skin of the bag after them. Then the semi-stiffened organ was drawn back between my thighs and the tension strap pulled tightly over it, and the end of the control that protruded from my anus. The two straps were then buckled as firmly as she could pull, and she stepped back to admire her handiwork.
Although I had worn both straps and controls before, never had I been so tightly confined or so deeply penetrated. My penis was aching in an effort to swell and come and my testicles throbbed inside me, but all to no avail. I was held by the pressure.
"Now walk round the room, I want to see whether the strap is fitting properly. Good, that's fine! Now we'll give your breasts their first massage. They are quite promising and we shall be able to make them even better. There will be two main types of treatment to increase their size: massage and electric treatment. You will do two periods of massage of an hour each per day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, with half an hour's electric treatment each evening. We'll start that tomorrow night, as you will have your nipples pierced tomorrow morning. At night you will wear oil-soaked pads over the breasts in order to loosen up the muscles and soften the skin, and an old brassiere to hold them in place while you sleep."
For the massage I was seated on a stool in front of my dressing table mirror and Miss Phyllis produced a pot of cream which she liberally smeared over my breasts, particularly around the nipples. She then showed me the correct method of massaging with my finger tips and after watching me for a few minutes to see that I was carrying out her instructions correctly she lit a cigarette.
The continuous pressure on my breasts and the teasing of my nipples excited me considerably and I began to move restlessly on my stool, feeling the hard control inside me moving as the belt pressed it into me.
"No, no! You must sit still, you naughty girl!" said Miss Phyllis. "I shall whip you soundly later for moving. Do you really think that a little massage is sufficient to make you lose control of yourself? Wait until you feel your lover's teeth meeting in your nipples before you start wriggling. Now sit quite still and keep your knees together. You have some exercises to do after the massage."
I went on, but by the end of the hour I was panting and hardly dared touch the nipples. My organ felt as though it was bursting and my whole belly ached. I then began the exercises which consisted of kneeling on hands and knees, lowering my chin and swinging my breasts from left to right. This went on for nearly a quarter of an hour, when I was exhausted and had received several severe reprimands from my teacher.
"You're a naughty girl. You are not trying at all to improve," she said. "I shall have to whip you, you wicked little thing; then perhaps you will pay more attention. Come with me at once."
She led the way into the Jiving room where she had prepared one of the chairs. The back of this proved to be an extending framework and had two parallel and curved frames that ran down to the floor. I was made to stand with my legs spread-eagled, one against each arm of the frame and she strapped my ankles one to each, thus holding my legs wide apart. I then bent forward over the frame between the two sides of which was fitted a padded rest which supported my upper stomach and waist, a further band being buckled round my waist holding me immobile. Another rest supported me just above my breasts, and my hands and arms were strapped down. She then finally slid a large mirror underneath me in which I could see the whole of my pinioned body, and moved two large glasses one on either side, so that whichever way I turned I would see myself. Then, stepping in front of me she took off her housecoat.
She was a most magnificent woman. She wore a very tightly-laced pink broche corset with long suspenders supporting nylon stockings. Her breasts were truly tremendous and were supported by a sling-type brassiere of similar material to her corset. Her nipples were big and distended and looked like two-overripe plums while her delicately shaven pubic mound swelled invitingly, broken only by the slit that led between her thighs to her cunt.
She picked up her whip and began by rubbing it gently over my upturned bottom, between my thighs and over my imprisoned penis. She did this for several minutes, occasionally tapping me gently with the leather and then, holding the whip to my lips said, "Kiss it. Go on, kiss it, love it, worship it. It is going to be very dear to you from now on, and in the future, when you see it in my hand you will go on your knees and kiss it humbly." She gave me a stinging cut across my bottom.
The whipping then proceeded methodically. My struggles were hopeless, and my straps held me helpless as she worked over me, savoring each stroke and stopping occasionally to talk to me. I was soon shrieking and begging her to stop, but the whipping went on. The strokes were not really hard, but each was placed so cunningly to sting and excite me, from gentle strokes across my kidneys to under-arm cuts between my legs across my organ covered by the tension strap. After a quarter of an hour I began to cry and was soon sobbing heart-brokenly, pleading with her. to forgive me and offering to do anything she wanted.
It was at this point that the door opened and Madame and Mr. Davidson walked in. They watched for several minutes while the whipping continued and I writhed sobbing in my bonds. Then Madame said, "I think you should introduce her now, Phyllis, to the lavatory. She seems to be in a fairly receptive mood. Give me the whip a minute."
Taking it, she gave me three tremendous cuts right across my bottom, making me shriek with agony after each. "Now pay attention, Anne. You are going to be released and Miss Phyllis is going to take you into the lavatory. There are two seats in there: one for you and one for her, and you must empty yourself completely, for you won't have your tension strap taken off again until tomorrow morning. Before Miss Phyllis can sit on her seat, however, you must make certain that is is absolutely spotless to receive her lovely bottom. As soon as you are undone you must make your way on your hands and knees into the lavatory and lick down with your tongue every inch of the lavatory seat. Do you understand?"
"Oh! yes, yes!" I gasped. "I will, oh! I promise I will!"
She then gave me a stinging blow between my outstretched thighs that made my organ swell agonizingly against its bonds and made me shriek yet again. Then at last the straps holding me to the whipping frame were unfastened and I hastened to drop onto my knees and crawl humbly over to the bathroom door where Miss Phyllis now stood waiting in all the glory of her corsets and high-heeled shoes.
My belly and bladder felt like bursting, for the whipping seemed to have filled both beyond their capacity.
The desire to pass water was overwhelming, and I could feel the excreta held in my intestines only by the plugging effect of my control.
The lavatory, which was curtained off from the rest of the bathroom, was light and cream in color. It was small and two lavatory bowls were sited opposite each other, so that when both were occupied the user's knees would almost touch. On the back-rest of one was the name "Miss Phyllis" while the other bore mine. Beside mine was a small wash basin and table with powder, cream etc. on it, all at waist height. The walls up to shoulder height were formed by mirrors.
Still crawling humbly I approached Miss Phyllis's bowl and, bending over it, I began to lick all round the seat with my tongue. A strong smell of fried urine rose to my nostrils and the heady fumes almost intoxicated me. I breathed deeply of the odor and visions of Miss Phyllis's soft and lovely bottom that would soon be resting there, arose before my eyes. How I wanted to kiss it.
With my belly aching I rose and led Miss Phyllis to her seat. She sat down on the pan and, telling me to hold my control in until I was also seated, she undid my tension strap, first the bottom belt and then the waist, and with a quick jerk of her arm whipped it away from me. Then, under her watchful eye, I backed to my bowl, my compressed organ beginning to swell although my testicles yet remained in my lower stomach.
"Now bend over the seat to sit down and just before your rear touches the seat, pull out the controls and put it in the basin beside you. Keep your thighs together and your organ out of sight you are a lady, don't forget, and ladies don't have things like that waving in the air."
Slowly I did as she told me and with a squelching sound and a plop, the control came away from me. I dropped it in the water beside me and sat down.
"Now watch me," she said. "When I begin you can begin too but not before. Don't forget Madame is watching you and you will be whipped again if she does not approve. Now, slowly begin. No, no! You must let everything go; no bashfulness. Listen to me!"
And tensing her corseted body, she let go a tremendous fart that echoed round the small room, followed by the strong splashing of urine and the soft squelch as a long turd dropped into the pan. Completely fascinated by her I followed suit and for a few moments the only sound that could be heard was of our excreta as we passed it. For quarter of an hour we sat facing each other while under her instructions I washed and oiled the control ready for replacing inside me, until at last I was empty and ready to leave.
"Now wipe yourself carefully, powder and replace the control. Keep your thighs together and your organ out of sight. That no longer interests you. You must forget it is there. When you are ready, pull the plug which operates both the bowls and stand in front of me while I strap you up again. After that you must clean me and powder me."
I did as she said and as soon as I was strapped into my tension belt once more she stood up beside me.
"Now down on your knees again, my dear. Your tongue is the correct thing to wipe your instructress's bottom with."
Trembling, I knelt behind her and taking the soft cheeks in my hands I gently pressed them apart and licked her clean, quivering as my tongue ran over the big brown hole, puckered at the edges. Then she turned and, bending back, presented her cunt to my mouth. For the first time my lips touched that organ that was to rule my life for the next months. Gently my tongue explored each nook and cranny, but I was not allowed to linger.
"Now, now, dearie, you are performing an act of the toilet, not enjoying yourself! Hurry up and finish, and powder me. We have just time to lace you into your sleeping corset, put on your face packs, and have a last drink and cigarette before bed."
I gave the soft folds a gentle kiss, then powdered her gently and we went into the bedroom. The first thing she did was to take one of my sleeping corsets from a drawer and lace me into it. She made me kneel beside the bed in order that she could get her knee into the small of my back and draw me in so tightly that I felt I could scarcely breathe. I became more conscious than ever of the control inside me and had an absolutely overwhelming desire to spend, but the tension strap was so tight that my organ and testicles seemed to have vanished and all that remained to remind me of my male body was a feeling of sexual desire so overwhelming but impossible to locate in any part of me.
"Yes, I know, dear. You want a man, don't you? You want to feel his hands opening your thighs and then the pressure of him inside you! Well, if you are a good girl' and do your training properly perhaps some man will choose you as his mistress and you will be able to satisfy him. Now, come along. It's no good hoping for a man yet, so you must be content with your thoughts . . . but you've got your breasts to do yet."
This timely reminder from Miss Phyllis was to place my feet firmly on the ladder to my new life. Yes, I was a woman! This wonderful feeling inside me was my maidenly desire to lie with a man and to have him work his will on me perhaps to make me pregnant. Oh! what a wonderful day it would be when I would first open my thighs and feel the hot, hard organ of my love seeking the entrance to my body! Meanwhile I had much to do to prepare myself for that moment! Oh! I must work hard, my breasts must be large and soft to his touch perhaps they would suckle his child! my skin must be velvety and my posture perfect. I must move as a well-trained virgin would and I must teach my body to give him the uttermost pleasure. First my breasts . . .
With a new and fervent zest I rubbed in the cream, softly kneading with my finger tips, teasing the nipples while Miss Phyllis prepared two large pads of soft tissues soaked in cream which, as soon as she was satisfied with my massage, she placed over my breasts. A brassiere was then fitted and buckled loosely but firmly over them, holding them securely in place. Then my hair: much brushing and combing until it shone, then a turban which Miss Phyllis wound skillfully round my head, showing me where each fold and tuck should go so that in the future I would be able to tie it myself. Then the cream on my face and neck. Then my hands and arms and finally the elbow-length gloves and I was ready for bed.
First I was made to walk once or twice across the room while Miss Phyllis made her own toilette and criticized my posture, correcting my walk and then together we mixed a huge brandy night-cap to drink in bed, switched off the lights in the lounge and retired to the bedroom. Then propped up with many pillows, cigarettes alight, she showed me a book of photographs and drawings so exciting that they seemed almost impossible! Then when the cigarettes were finished and the glasses empty she put out the light and gathered my trembling body into her arms and pressing my face between her magnificent breasts, she told me to sleep!
Sleep I found almost impossible at first, but after a while, in spite of the corset, strap and brassiere, I dozed off. I dreamed that I was in a room full of people of both sexes and that I felt quite at home, although I was dressed only in my corset and strap.
Next morning breakfast was brought in by a maid in cap and apron and tight-fitting black dress. The maids, Miss Phyllis had said, were all prostitutes and were quite aware of what the house was for. The one who brought our tray was quite young and attractive and laughingly asked how I liked being a lady.
"You'll like it even better when they allow you to have a man. Won't he, Miss Phyllis? They all want babies then!"
Miss Phyllis shooed her out and we had our breakfast in negligee and then did the early morning toilet: First the day corset and then a sponging with eau de cologne and then the breast massage, followed by make-up. By the time my make-up was completed my bladder was almost bursting and the muscles of my bottom ached from the distending caused by the control. I asked whether I could go to the lavatory but received a firm refusal. My whipping came first and after that my nipples would be pierced. Then would come relief and a bath.
For a while I practiced walking and then at a quarter to ten I was made to take my corset off and slip on garters to keep my stockings up and Miss Phyllis picked up the whip. A thrill of anticipation ran through me and I fell on my knees as I had been told and began kissing the lash that was to whip me. Miss Phyllis slipped out of her housecoat and stood over me as I kissed her thighs and just before ordering me to the whipping frame, bent over and offered her big nipples to my lips. Then, once firmly bound, my whipping began. I was shrieking when Madame and Mr.
Davidson walked in. My whole body seemed to be alive with the agony of my swollen bladder, my distended anus and the cuts from the whip that fell on my bottom; but tinged with the pain was a glorious desire to spend, prevented only by the tight bonds of the tension strap that imprisoned my penis and held my testicles firmly up inside my belly.
"When you are well advanced in your training," said Mr. Davidson, "we will start to train Rona properly and you will be able to whip her. Madame persuaded her to allow me to fit her for her new corset yesterday when she came over. She's very shy yet but asked after you. She kept her vest and panties on during the fitting but it is a step in the right direction. I think she will make an excellent mistress, for she has a very good body; big and powerful. Her bottom will be lovely to whip."
A wonderful thrill ran through me at the thought of Rona strapped naked on the frame which now held me and I saw her soft bottom quiver as the whip fell on her and heard her cry out at the pain. She had at last taken her dress off in front of Mr. Davidson. Soon I hoped she would appear naked and submit her body to his.
At last, after repeated pleadings, my whipping stopped and I was unstrapped and preparations were made for the piercing of my nipples. I was made to lie on my back on the divan while Mr. Davidson swabbed both my nipples with alcohol. The pain was little and hardly noticed beside my bursting bladder and soon I was wearing two small gold rings, one through each teat.
Then at last I was allowed to go to the lavatory and after the ritual of kissing the bowl my belt was removed and for blissful minutes my bladder and bowels eased themselves. Once more my tongue licked Miss Phyllis's bottom and then a lovely half hour in the bath, during which I was made to keep my thighs together so that I saw nothing of my penis, but looking down between my legs my body had a truly feminine form.
For a fortnight my daily training followed similar lines, except that I began to wear a corset for my whippings and once a week I was whipped naked without corset or belt until my tortured testicles spent three times onto the mirror below me. Then kneeling beside my bound form, Miss Phyllis massaged my prick and balls for an hour, drawing out all my juices. Then when her fingers seemed to have drawn the last drop she took the knob in her mouth and began to suck. What her fingers failed to do, her delicately probing tongue succeeded and I was soon spending in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of the semen and sucked the softened penis dry. Then, once more laced up, I was allowed to sleep.
After a fortnight Miss Phyllis told me I was now ready to meet the other pupils and that I was to see them on the following evening when a very important ceremony was to take place.
"You know that we have several young boys and girls who are being trained here. Well, tomorrow night two of them, a boy and girl, are to be broken in at the back. The girl has also to be broken in at the front, which is done first. All the pupils and the staff attend as the audience. The ceremony will start with both of them being whipped, then the girl will be bound on her back with her thighs open and will be broken in by Mr. Davidson, who will fuck her until he spends once inside her. Then he will break in the boy, who will be bound beside the girl with his bottom upwards. After that the girl will be turned over and the boy will break in her rear passage. The audience sit on special couches and are paired off. When you get into the room you will find your companion waiting for you. She is a person like yourself but who has been here a little longer than you. She is to be your constant companion in the future and will share this room with us."
My excitement was almost overwhelming as, wearing a housecoat over my corset, I was led into the dimly-lit room with a small stage at the end. Then following Miss Phyllis's instructions I slipped out of my housecoat and sat on the couch beside a similarly corseted figure. We did not speak, for at that moment a boy and girl, both stark naked, were led onto the stage and strapped over a whipping chair. As they writhed under the whip my urges began to rise and quite unconsciously I found myself holding tightly to my companion's hand until, after much solemn preparation, Mr. Davidson's prick began to sink into the young girl's cunt when we both found ourselves clinging to each other in an ecstasy of lust. As I saw the young girl shudder as the prick drove into her and heard her moans in the hushed silence I began to come in spite of my strap. My companion, similarly moved, did the same and we both clung convulsively to each other as we spent, our tongues in each other's mouths.
This was an orgasm such as I had never experienced before, our bodies seemed to melt into each other, our breasts pressed nakedly together. It was as though I could feel every movement of the girl's body reflected in mine and as Mr. Davidson's big prick began to fuck her properly, I felt as though I myself were being fucked. Now as he knelt between her wide-stretched thighs, opening her virgin passage, I could see her maidenly, well-formed breasts quivering as he possessed her body. Breasts that were firm and hard and upturned, crowned by delicately tinted nipples; a maiden's breasts, yet showing signs of careful development, breasts that would soon swell as her sex life was fulfilled.
My throbbing prick jerked slowly to a stop as I finished spending and I felt the semen hot and sticky in my strap. Daphne (I will call him by the name I was to know her by,) spent, too, and together we quietened in our throes, still clinging to each other. For some minutes our interest was entirely in each other and in those minutes was born our love for each other that was to bring us together through all the phases of our sexual progress.
In general build we were much the same, but she had brown eyes as against my blue. She was platinum blonde and very beautifully made up. Her pink tongue protruding between her pearly teeth, we kissed lusciously and again, savoring each other's taste. We clung passionately together, our loins aching for each other, both trying to feel the other on top so that the other might act the male. But then Miss Phyllis intervened and drew our attention to the stage where the buggering of the boy was drawing to its triumphant close.
Strapped motionless on hands and knees, his prick was jerking as it spurted his cream while Mr. Davidson's organ throbbed inside his bottom. I felt my bottom tighten at the thought of what would soon happen to it.
Now it was the girl's turn, and she was strapped in a kneeling position with her bottom poised to receive the impaling prick. Standing behind her the boy rubbed his organ until it stiffened and slowly forced it up her bottom. She groaned a bit, but soon he was fucking her easily. She loved it and soon her cunt was dripping as her excitement rose to fever point.
Dapline and I were frantic with passion and lay, tense and quivering, in each other's arms, our darting tongues probing deep into each other's mouths; our bodies frantic for satisfaction, aching to feel the fierce grip of a man, sought to weld together in our budding femininity.
But not for us the joys of copulation as yet! Our mistresses were not willing and our straps remained tightly around our loins. We were, however, allowed to lie for some while in each other's arms. Dapline was most demanding and joyfully I gave way to her as she pressed me back onto the couch, her lips sucking mine and her limbs spread-eagling me on the cushions.
Then gazing over her shoulder as she bit my neck in ecstasy I saw the curtains part and Madame appear leading Rona! They were both dressed in long housecoats and Rona's hair was brushed out, shining golden in the lamplight. They stood and watched us for a few moments as I tried to give myself to Dapline and then Madame whispered something to Rona and gave her a push.
She walked slowly over to the couch and bent over us and whispered, "Madame says you are to take my bottom! Please don't hurt me, darling. I have been greased but I am rather frightened. I have just been whipped and I don't know what to do."
She slipped out of her housecoat and I saw that she wore nothing but a corset, stockings and shoes. She slid onto the couch beside me and turned her back. Dapline undid my strap and my prick sprang to life. Then turning on to her hands and knees Rona's hand sought my hardened organ, gripping it. After one quick encouraging squeeze, she released it and her hands went to the cheeks of her bottom, holding them open, exposing the round puckered brown hole of her butt. In a moment her ring was stretched and I was up her anus. A cry of pain broke from her, but I pressed upwards and she began to fart as I gripped her round the waist. Short, tight farts came as I gripped her and as each stroke of my loins pushed further into her intestines.
"Oh! Oh! You're hurting me I'm splitting . . . Darling, you're too big! Oh! Ahhh!"
My iron-hard prick was now deep inside her and I could get no further. Although the muscles of her bottom seemed stretched to the utmost and gripped my prick like a vice, she was still loose enough to fart. These involuntary noises seemed to cause her more embarrassment than the fact that she was being fucked in her bottom with three people watching her writhe.
Madame bent over her and said, "Don't mind the wind, my dear. You'll soon get used to the sound, and it shows you that your partner is getting the most out of you. When the muscles stretch you will only whisper!"
It was a simply gorgeous fuck, but the amazing part about it was that I had none of the normal male feelings of mastery over the female partner, but rather experienced a feeling akin to that which accompanied sessions of masturbation with another man a thrilling sexual satisfaction but only as an equal partner. My training was beginning to tell. I was thinking as a woman would think when playing with another of her own sex!
Rona herself, once the first shock of the penetration was passed, was beginning to co-operate and seemed quite oblivious of the audience which now consisted of Dapline, who lay facing her and Madame, who had now been joined by Miss Phyllis. What arguments they had used to persuade her to allow herself to be whipped and then buggered before an audience, I did not know. She was not, however, quite unconscious of their presence, for she blushed vividly as, after a particularly hectic spasm of fucking during which I threw her all over the bed, we ended with me on my back and her lying on top of me, still impaled on my organ. This meant, of course, that she was lying spread-eagled looking at the ceiling.
I pulled her head back onto my shoulder, loving and kissing her while I fondled her breasts and maneuvered her legs until they were stretched wide apart with mine inside holding them there. Her cunt was running and I could feel the warm dampness of her juices against my thighs. She presented as she lay spread-eagled on top of me a perfect picture of a woman who had been raised to the highest pitch of sexual excitement and was not lying back awaiting her lover to take her.
As though operated by my mental telepathy, the door opened and in stepped Mr. Davidson. He was wearing only a dressing gown and Rona buried her face in my shoulder in embarrassment. He slipped off the gown and I saw he was quite naked. His organ was huge while his pubic hairs had been shaved. He came to the side of the bed and I gently lifted Rona's face so she had to look at him, and taking one of her hands in mine I placed it on his organ. She nervously took hold of it and it immediately began to stiffen in her fingers.
He stood until it was erect and then mounted the bed and knelt between her outstretched legs. At this moment she turned her face to me and in a frightened whisper said, "Darling, must I do this? I want only you. Kiss me please, darling. I will do it if you want it and it will make you happy but I don't understand."
"Yes, sweetheart," I replied. "I want it more than anything. I want to see him sink into you. It will make me come inside you. You will love it, too."
At that she kissed me and reached out her hand for Mr. Davidson's organ and guided it gently to the entrance to hers as he lowered himself. It was simply wonderful. I saw each inch as he worked himself into her and felt the agonized sexual stirrings of the girl as she felt herself penetrated at front and rear. I began to fuck her gently and in a few moments felt the hot pressure of Mr. Davidson's testicles as they pressed against mine at the completion of each stroke.
Rona was soon in the throes of a sexual experience such as she had never known before and writhed convulsively between us, gasping, "Oh! Ah! A AH! Stop! Oh, stop, stop! Faster, darling, faster! Oh! Together, get together you're meeting inside me. Oh! I'm going mad. Stop! Stop! Stop! I'm going to burst!
It was brilliant timing, for we all came together and lay locked as our bodies jerked with the throes of our comings, Rona's lips glued to mine, her arms holding Mr. Davidson into her. I could feel his testicles quivering and turning as he spent inside her and I wondered whether she was conceiving, for on all the occasions I had fucked her in the past we had either used contraceptives or I had withdrawn before the final orgasm. On this occasion I knew she had nothing inside her, for Madame refused to allow it and Mr. Davidson certainly was not wearing a sheath and, judging from the movements of his genitals, she was being pumped full of semen! He lay on her united, until his organ softened and the contractions of her cunt made quite unconsciously that sucked his juices from him, forced his now limp organ out of her. My prick, still in her bottom, however, was hard in spite of the spending and she scarcely seemed to notice Mr. Davidson as he lifted himself from her body and left the room.
Rona kissed me again and squeezed the muscles of her anus, pressing tightly on my prick. Thus encouraged I began to fuck her again and soon she was wriggling delightedly as I held her firmly on top of me.
But we were not to be left alone in our enjoyment, for I saw Madame signal to Dapline, who had been writhing in excitement beside us all throughout the exhibition. In a moment Dapline was kneeling with one knee on either side of our heads and, lowering herself gently over Rona's body, began to suck her cunt. Rona wriggled with excitement, squeezing my prick even more tightly.
Over Rona's shoulder I could see Dapline's tension strap tightly stretched between her outspread thighs, completely concealing her imprisoned organ. But even as Dapline began to suck Rona, Madame undid the buckles of the tension strap and her prick, squeezed almost out of recognition by the restraining band, dropped down onto Rona's upraised face. I saw Ma-dame's hand seize it and place the knob in Rona's mouth. Rona began to suck and bite it and in a few seconds it was as hard and quivering as mine that was plunged inside her rear passage.
AH traces of modesty gone, Rona seized his scrotum in her hands and under her teasing fingers Dapline's testicles slipped back from her stomach where the tension strap had held them. Squeezing the testicles she strained every nerve to suck him off and he replied in kind, the sucking noises from her cunt sounding plainly in the room. The excitement was too great to last for any length of time and soon the inevitable occurred: Rona began to spend, followed almost immediately by Dapline and it was the sight of her prick jerking in Rona's mouth that made me come as well.
Rona held Dapline's prick well in her mouth. In fact the knob must have been at the base of her tongue and I could see her sucking hard as the fleshy rod jerked out its juice. She squeezed the balls in her fingers as though to insure she had extracted the last drop, and when no more was forthcoming, pulled the prick from her mouth and pushed Dapline away. Then, turning her head, she pressed her lips to mine and ran her tongue into my mouth as I reached the climax.
Although she had swallowed most of Dapline's semen, some still remained in her mouth and this she passed into mine and as my corseted figure jerked to its final satisfaction our mouths reveled in the comings of Dapline. Then, both temporarily satisfied we lay, still joined together, panting, with a mixture of saliva and comings running down our cheeks. Dapline lay exhausted on the bed beside us.
We were, however, not to be allowed to remain so for more than a few minutes, for Madame came to the bedside.
"There, Rona dear! That wasn't so bad after all, was it? You enjoyed every minute, didn't you?" And as Rona whispered a reply in the affirmative Madame continued, "You must come and have a bath now and leave Anne and Dapline for a while. They have to continue with their training program. Miss Phyllis is waiting to take them up to their room. Wait until they are strapped up again and you can kiss Anne goodnight. Now, let go of Anne's organ I know you are holding it inside you and roll off her. That's right! There will be plenty more occasions like this and lots of other lovely things to learn, too."
As soon as Rona was off the bed and wrapped in her housecoat Miss Phyllis took charge of the exhausted Dapline and myself. We were both made to stand facing Madame and Rona and without looking at our organs, to force our testicles back into our stomachs and to pull our pricks back between our legs. Miss Phyllis then pulled the straps between our thighs and buckled them tightly to the waistband. Once more we were females without a vestige of our male sex to show. Rona watched with interest and gave me a sisterly kiss when, after putting on my high-heeled shoes which I had kicked off during the throes of the orgy, I walked over to her. She also kissed my nipples and said goodnight as Miss Phyllis led Dapline and myself upstairs.
I could now see why the bed was such a large one! It was designed to accommodate three: Miss Phyllis, Dapline and myself! But we were not destined immediately for bed. There was much to do first! Our programme did not include sleep at that stage, and I must say that although feeling somewhat weak after the exertions of the past few hours I did not really feel like sleeping. In fact I still felt excited in a quiet and interesting new way. My organ and testicles gave no movement the tightness of the strap precluded that but I had a definite feeling of sexual longing for satisfaction of some type. What it was did not at first appear clear but as I walked into our living room with Dapline's arm around my shoulder, I realized that this longing was one of desire for the company of a male.
The desire to feel his hands about my breasts and his hot breath on my face as he took me! My belly ached to feel him inside me! I was truly becoming feminine.
Miss Phyllis's first action on getting us back to the flat was to mix us all a long and strong drink and to draw us down beside her on the divan. Cigarettes were lit and she began to outline the new phase of the training programme which was now about to commence.
"Well, my dears, you've had a most exciting evening, haven't you? Incidentally, one that will be repeated tomorrow night, when your roles will be reversed, for Marion will be taking the place that was tonight occupied by Rona. You will be pleased to hear, Dapline, that Madame has given quite a good report on her progress. In fact, she and Rona have reached the same stage and are sharing a room together. They are both firm friends and train side by side. As a matter-of-fact they are both whipped at the same time, as happened this evening on whipping chairs that stood side by side, and Madame said that they both started screaming at the same number of strokes forty-four, to be exact. You will be interested to know that Madame considers them excellent subjects and she says that Rona's bottom quivers even before the whip smacks on the flesh, but you will be able to judge that for yourself.
"They drew lots as to who was to be the lucky one this evening and Rona won, so it will be Marion's turn tomorrow. Now, as to the next part of your training. For the next fortnight you will spend the greater part of the time developing your feelings for each other. You have, I think, made a good start, but as you get to know each other better you will find that your bodies will be unable to live without each other. But being feminine you will be unable to satisfy your natural sexual instincts by union and you will be compelled to find alternative methods. These I will show you from time to time. Your whippings will be increased from two to three a day. No! It's no good your wriggling, Anne three whippings a day. The morning and evening ones will be carried out by me as usual, but the midday ones you will do yourselves. Dapline will whip you, Anne, and vice versa. During this time we will also concentrate on getting your waist-lines even smaller and your corsets will be laced a fraction tighter each day so that by the end of the fortnight you will require a smaller corset. You will be fitted with these so that you can start wearing them as soon as you are small enough. Another thing is that during this period you will start to wear dresses, and these of course will have to be fitted.
"You will still not be allowed out of this flat, except for your visits to Rona and Marion, but we shall spend a lot of time in ensuring that your posture, walk, etc., improves. At the end of the fortnight you will each get your first permanent wave, probably in the shape of a page-boy bob, but the actual details will have to be left to the hair-dresser who will visit you. Some girls' hair grows more quickly than others for instance yours, Anne, is coming on nicely. I know it looks terribly odd at present but you will soon have it long enough for a really nice coiffure.
"You will also both be fitted with larger controls tomorrow morning, which will finally prepare you for the night you are bedded by a man a joy, my dears, that is not so far off now! Won't that be lovely!
"Now, Anne, you strap Dapline up and I will fix you for your whippings. Just stay as you are tonight: corsets, straps and shoes."
My bladder was already about to burst and the thought of what it would feel like after a whipping made me whimper, but Miss Phyllis was adamant and I soon found myself strapped helplessly beside Dapline. Miss Phyllis did, however, make one concession to our swelling bladders and tightened our tension straps yet another hole.
I soon lost count of the blows that fell relentlessly on my quivering bottom and thighs and was only vaguely conscious of the shrieks that came from Dapline as the whip fell on her. Miss Phyllis whipped us alternately at random, sometimes five or six strokes before moving to the other, sometimes only one or two. It was just after she had turned to me again and I was shrieking after the second blow and pleading with her to spare me, that the door opened and in came Madame and Rona. Miss Phyllis stopped the whipping and greeted them.
"No, don't stop," said Madame. "Rona thought she would like to see Anne whipped before she went to bed and perhaps to give her one or two cuts herself."
They came in and closed the door and Rona slipped out of her housecoat. She wore a completely transparent pink nightdress through which I could see she also had on a tightly-laced sleeping corset and tension strap in black. She sat down and watched as Miss Phyllis began once more to whip me. The result was the same, and in a moment or two I was shrieking again. Rona watched in an interested manner and with a little smile on her lips as though she remembered that period at an earlier hour when she, too, had writhed under the whip. Then Madame spoke to her and she took over the whip and beat me.
My belly was bursting and the agony of pent-up urine and the unfulfilled desire to spend was sheer torture, so that each stinging cut on my naked body felt as though red-hot knives had been thrust into my belly, but at last it was over and after kissing my tear-bedewed face, Rona and Madam left the room.
Miss Phyllis released our aching limbs and together we were allowed to go to the lavatory. The seat that had borne Miss Phyllis's name now carried that of Dapline and we were both allowed to seat ourselves without further ceremony. Our straps were released, the controls withdrawn and Oh! the relief!
On going to bed that night our corsets were laced so tightly that I had difficulty in breathing and was quite unable to sleep. I lay awake, every nerve quivering and longing for the male touch.
The following evening the same programme was carried out except that Rona took a rest and Maroin filled her place. I had not met Marion before until I saw her come into the room with Madame and ask Dapline to take her bottom.
She was built on similar lines to Rona, big loose breasts and wide hips. She submitted to the efforts of Dapline and Mr. Davidson, only moaning when he spent inside her. It was then my turn and as I bent over to kiss her cunt I felt her fingers seize my prick and guide it into her mouth. She came more quickly than Rona had done and was still sucking me when her own juices began to run. But this did not deter her and she increased her efforts to make me spend and in a few minutes I had to give way to her irresistible lips and tongue as they sucked at my knob and the gentle pressure of the fingers on my scrotum. As my organ began to jerk in her mouth as I spent she squeezed the bag as though to extract the last drop of seed from my loins. As I lay panting in ecstasy with my lips resting against her dripping cunt I could feel her swallowing the semen as I pumped it out.
Later she watched Dapline receive her evening whipping and gave her several strokes herself. It was at this stage that the mutual love between Dapline and myself began to grow to an almost unbearable state. As I saw her body-writhing under the whip and heard her cries at its cruel lash it felt as though each cut was landing on my own bottom. Then later as I held her corseted body in my arms and felt her hands at my nipples as we excited each other, a great yearning to bear a child by her grew up inside me. But our straps were ruthlessly kept in place and the only thing that went inside me was the control in my bottom.
The fitting of the new controls that Miss Phyllis had told us about took place in the morning and was quite an experience. Mine was fitted first. My strap was taken off while I knelt on the divan and the old control drawn out. Then some instrument, designed to test the elasticity of my anus, was pushed up and expanded until I felt as though my whole belly was being split in two and I shrieked with the pain. The pressure was then relaxed until the pain was reduced to a mere ache in the muscles of my bottom and the base of my stomach. This evidently was the correct size in order that I might be stretched to the utmost. The instrument was then withdrawn and a control of corresponding size matched with it.
Miss Phyllis showed it to me before pushing it into me and I was astonished to see how large it looked. It was a good three inches in diameter and a foot in length! I felt so overcome at the sight of it that I had an orgasm and spent on the divan. Miss Phyllis was furious and made me lick up every trace of the comings. I was then strapped firmly in the kneeling position and the control forced into me in spite of my shrieking protests. I had a further orgasm as my strap was being pulled into place and Miss Phyllis threatened me with dire penalties.
At first when my bonds were released I was unable to move and lay helpless on the divan moaning. It was about an hour before the pain would allow me to stand up and even then my testicles were aching horribly.
I was then clamped to the whipping horse and whipped until I screamed, and then whipped again until I fainted. I finally came to, to find myself lying on my bed, a nylon nightdress over my corset and the sleeping brassiere over my breasts. I was completely cowed, with no trace of male feelings. I was a woman whose body was dedicated to sexual adventures.
VOLUME THREE
TV's DON'T COME IN SETS
I don't know whether you ever see the American magazine Whispers, which, by the way, has become very tame in its last four monthly issues (I suspect a "cleaning-up") but it used to feature every month at least one illustrated article on transvestism, either of outstanding professional female impersonators or of cases of real-life transvestism, or of cases of criminals, etc. who had successfully indulged in impersonation.
One of these articles, maybe two years ago, dealt with Johnny Wyman, who assumed the role of an attractive girl to get even with a theatrical promoter, Hiram Schmidt. Johnny had been a member of a ballet that had been served very badly by Hiram running out on the company, and he had secretly sworn vengeance. He heard that Hiram was putting on a show in a fashionable night-club in a distant town and he decided he'd get into that show.
He knew of his ability to transform himself into a girl of the type that would catch Hiram's eye and he was not wrong, for when he turned up for an audition with a view to getting into the chorus, his prettily made-up face, curvaceous figure and shapely legs more than assured a place for him in the chorus, for Hiram was making a note that he'd have to date "Joanie" at the first possible moment.
Johnny took the girls in the show into his confidence and, when they heard his story, they helped him in every possible way. Their combined efforts made such an alluring girl out of Johnny that he had no difficulty in getting Hiram to fall for him. Indeed, Johnny, in completely ensnaring the very ardent Hiram, had great difficulty in avoiding being unmasked for, in playing him like a fish he had to accept many of his passionate advances and yet stave off the moment when his true sex would be known a difficult enough task when playing up to a man of Hiram's type, used to handling his goods at will.
Johnny soon let Hiram see that the final act of consummation would not come till he had proposed marriage, so he let "Joanie" choose an expensive ring and then fixed an evening, after the show, to announce their engagement and celebrate the occasion.
Judge Hiram's amazement that night when, having publicly given the ring to the alluring "Joanie," the latter slipped off a wig and stood revealed as a man. Hiram, mad with rage, tried to get at Johnny but the others would not let him and, when the whole story, with many pictures, got into the papers, he was made a laughing stock.
Of course Johnny had to leave the show but his future was assured in another night-club, and he had taken his vengeance on Hiram Schmidt. Hiram tried to sue Johnny, to get back the expensive ring and all the other gifts he had showered upon the fetching "Joanie", including frocks, hats, coats, furs and lingerie, but a sympathetic court had found the case in favor of Johnny.
The article was a lengthy one and had several pictures of the transformed Johnny, including one high-kicking with the chorus girls in which his slim figure and shapely nylon-clad legs were certainly every bit as alluring as those of his pretty companions.
I had completely forgotten this article until I received a letter from a Californian friend, with similar TV interests to my own. In it he cited the said article and said he hoped I had seen it, for he had heard of a most interesting follow-up. It seems that he is more than a little friendly with one of Whisper's female reporters, herself a confirmed lesbian and one who always treated him as a girl and wrote to him as such. She had written him a letter about Johnny Wy-man, which had made such interesting reading that he had sent me a copy of a large part of it. I'm passing it on to you, for I'm sure it will give you as big a kick as it did me the more so when one realizes that it is based on absolute fact.
You'd have loved to have been with me the other day, Dolly (the name she always used for my friend), for I had an assignment from the rag (Whisper, I suppose) to call on Johnny Wyman and his wife and get something on them. Did you know he'd hitched up with one of the girls who had been in the chorus line with him when he had that showdown with Hiram Schmidt? It could be nearer the mark to say that she had hooked him, I found. She had strong she-she (lesbian) tendencies and it seems she, too, liked having a girlish-looking boy around. I soon found to what extent Johnny's being Joanie filled her life, when I called round on them at their down-town apartment. I knew Johnny was on a good thing at the Kismet (well-known Manhattan nightclub) but the magnificence of his place shook me.
The door was opened by a smart maid, quite an eyeful herself, and I knew at once by her eyes that she was she-she. Before being shown into a lounge I had proved it, too. Oh, Dolly, how she responded! It was a darn shame I had other business to attend to On entering the lounge I was greeted by Johnny's wife, Stephanie, known to everyone as Stevie. She was lounging in a plain black satin pajama suit and sandals, looking quite boyish with her close-cropped hair brushed sleekly back. We had never met before but the office had spoken of my coming and they had apparently spoken of my own particular interests, for Stevie quite openly began to talk with me about Johnny. She said he was undergoing his daily spell of training and that we would see him shortly.
She told me lots more about the show-down with Hiram Schmidt, of the exciting attentions the girls had showered on "Joanie" in the dressing-room, where a folding screen was all the privacy he got, and where, but for his little concealing slip, every detail of his transformation was attended to and perfected by the girls, how he had obviously got a great kick out of being changed into a real cutie at their hands, reveling in the little openly-given exciting caresses of his pseudo-girlishness.
She told me of the extent of Joanie's love affairs with Hiram Schmidt and, it seems that "Joanie" had quickly mastered the double art of raising a fellow's temperature and, at the same time, keeping him at bay. Stevie had had it all from Johnny. How he had allowed Hiram's mauling hands to get as far as his garters, a pair of which he had received as a gift in return for letting Hiram remove and keep those he had had on.
Johnny had had a tussle on that occasion and he had kept tucked away in a drawer a torn pair of panties as a constant reminder of the nearness of his being found out. He had not seemed to mind having to receive Hiram's ardent kisses and there was no doubt about it that he knew how to use his tongue to good effect, and also that his girlishly-gloved fingers relieved the passions of his companion on more than one occasion.
"When Johnny left Schmidt's show, I left at the same time, for I had already secretly decided he was going to be mine. It wasn't long, indeed, before we got hitched and, ever since then I have been helping Johnny in every possible way to achieve what has become almost an obsession with him, namely to be the top-line impersonator from coast to coast. He's already on the way up, for the Kismet, as you know, is a high-class joint, and you've probably guessed from this apartment Johnny's in good money. You may be seeing him soon quite regularly on one of the television link-ups, for he's had a couple of good offers.
"But what has really got me is the fact that he loves now to play the girl here with me as well as at the Kismet, so I've always got a pretty boy-in-skirts around the place. Oh boy! how I love having him so and what good times we have together! Seeing me now, I imagine, you shouldn't have much difficulty in imagining Stevie and Joanie, instead of Stephanie and Johnny. That makes you jealous, eh? Well, wait till you've seen our Joanie! In fact, let's go along and see how he's getting on."
I followed Stevie out and along into a bedroom and there I saw something that astounded even me. There was Johnny, lying spread-eagled on the bed, being attended to by the pretty maid who had shown me in, a girl who obviously knew what was expected of her and was only too pleased to join in the complete ef-feminization of Johnny. As my eyes took in detail after detail, Stevie broke in on my thoughts, to say, "Suzy is a real treasure! She's had some experience of this sort before, as I expect is obvious to you, and she loves handling Johnny and doing everything she can to make a pretty girl of him. I'll leave you to judge the result in a few minutes. His training period is almost over."
Johnny himself could take no part in the conversation, for his face was tightly enclosed in a mask for treating the skin. I learned later that he had had a course of electrical treatment which had destroyed all sign of hair growth on his face and limbs, leaving his skin soft and pinky-white. Suzy was massaging one of his arms, from which she had just removed a shoulder-length, lace-up training-glove. As we watched she unlaced the other glove and massaged that arm too. I noticed how slim and free from muscle they looked and how perfectly manicured were his hands. His feet and legs, too, had been tightly-laced in hip-length boots, which now lay on the carpet, for his legs looked so smooth and soft in their sheer hip-length nylons which were suspended from his little corset. And how small this was, too! I was assured that he easily laced down to twenty inches and could even get down to nineteen with a little effort. His tiny skin-tight panties revealed nothing out of place and Stevie, catching my eye on his effeminized crotch, laughingly told me she had infibulated Johnny, to keep him completely under her control.
Johnny, who couldn't help hearing all that was being said, twisted a little on the bed but soon lay still after a sharp rebuke from Stevie. His breasts were enclosed in large glass suction cups and, when these were removed a little later, I was amazed at the extent of development of his twin mounds, big and firm as any girl's and tipped with sensitive rosebuds, too. We left him to the capable Suzy and returned to the lounge to await his joining us when he was ready. There Stevie took up the story again, "He is so deliriously effeminized, don't you think? But sexually he's stronger than most men, doubtless due to the tight-corseting, which he didn't like at first but which I insisted on to increase the girlishness of his appearance as much as possible. In his desire to get to the top he decided to let me have my way in everything and now he loves it himself. His tiny corsets, his pencil heels over six inches in height, his big, firm breasts which need no bra to hold them; his treated skin and plucked brows; his pierced ears in fact everything except his hair, and that has to be kept boyishly short and covered by a gorgeous blonde wig so that he can indulge in a wig removal after his turn at the Kismet.
"He loves his clothes to be the best, and so they are the last word in chic. He knows the value of dressing to catch the male eye from his own experience as a man and consequently he dresses to emphasize those points which he knows will draw men's eyes, namely his bosom, waistline and legs. The more sexy he can look the happier he is, and he loves telling me when we are alone about the conquests he has made and to what extent he had noticed the excitation of the males he had played up to. I get almost as big a kick out of hearing of his amorous exploits as he gets out of them himself, and they are of every type men who think he's a girl, women who love him for his girlishness and he-he's (homosexuals), too. He has slipped right into his effeminized existence, loving every minute of it and not kicking against any of the variety of experiences it brings him."
At that moment Suzy entered, followed by Johnny swaying delightfully on his ultra-high heels. His face was devoid of make-up and yet, although he had no girlish wig on, he looked more girl than boy as he smilingly tripped across to an empty armchair. In the soft husky voice he used for his female role he joined in our conversation, as if we were three girls together. He had slipped on a peignoir and, as he sat down, this fell open quite revealingly at the top and bottom, so that I could see the fullness of his breasts with their enlarged nipples and also the full length of his lovely legs in their sheer nylons.
Stevie suggested that he should put on his wig, make-up, ear-rings, etc., so that I could judge for myself the completeness of his femininity. Suzy at once got to work on him and in a very short time she had applied the creams, powders, rouge, pencils, lipstick and perfume he used to achieve his perfect transformation. The wig followed, and then the ear-ring pendants through his pierced ears. A triple pearl necklace followed; one of Hiram Schmidt's gifts, I was told, and there I saw the most perfect girl-boy I've ever seen, and I've seen plenty, as you well know.
As my eyes roved slowly over his perfect girlishness I could find no fault whatever, and I couldn't help saying, "Sonia Drayton and Marlene Tisch will have to look to their laurels now!" I hope you know what I meant by that for, up to now they have easily held the field with regard to possessing the prettiest girl-boys in the East. (I've had it from other sources that a number of wealthy New York ladies 'with specialized tendencies' have girl-boys living with them, whom they love to show off to others of their special coterie.)
Well, Barbara, that account was worth repeating, wasn't it? Even though it wasn't particularly "hot" in its presentation. I thought you'd prefer it in its original form it rings far truer, and my friend assures me it is absolutely true.
Oh! to meet up with just such a beauty as "Joanie", to run my hands over his glamorous silk-clad form, feel for his impotent prick, release it and toss it off in his pretty panties; to test the resilience of his puckering rosie or to see just how good a gam he could give me with those painted lips of his!
Actually Johnny, Stevie and Suzy could be the idea for a good yarn. Could I tempt you into writing something about them, darling, and how about an illustration or two of them, too?
THE TV MAID
Dearest, The Misses Vernon kept a large establishment in the best part of Kensington and after I had reached the address in Brighton, given me by Annie, I had to wait half an hour for her to arrive. When she did come I was taken upstairs to a bedroom and there Annie transformed me into a young lady. I was dressed very quietly but was strictly corseted in new, very stiff corsets and the waist pinched well in. In fact I was laced up tighter than I had ever been. My stockings were excellent black silk ones and were held up by garters as well as suspenders.
I was strapped up, and this was my first experience of a strap which perfectly concealed my real sex and made me use the lavatory like a woman. The undies I wore were perfect and my dress was a very quiet, tight-fitting brown costume. My shoes were patent court shoes with four-inch heels and a very clever make-up and coiffure made a perfect woman of me. Annie then spread my new outfit on the bed and went through it with me.
"See here, Helen," she said, "you have two sets of morning uniforms with aprons, caps and cuffs complete. With them you will wear the shoes you have on. For change you have a black silk, tight-fitting uniform, also with caps, apron and cuffs, a pair of patent court shoes with five-inch heels. I do not know what duties will be assigned to you, but I do know that both ladies are very precise and exacting so you will have to be on your best behavior. I understand that you will share a bedroom with the head housemaid. That should be very easy for you."
With this we left the house and caught a train at Brighton station. We arrived safely in London and I was delivered to my new mistresses. Annie's parting words to me were: "Keep your corset laced right up all day and don't eat too much. The corset properly laced will keep you from committing an indiscretion."
Mrs. Burton, the housekeeper, then arrived and eyed me from head to foot. "Well, you are the new parlor maid, Helen. Your appearance is satisfactory, and I trust you know how to perform your duties." She then rang the bell for a very smart maid in black uniform. "Ah, Vera, here is Helen, the new parlor maid. Take her upstairs to the bedroom; when she has changed bring her down here for my inspection."
Vera led me to a nicely-furnished double bedroom and sat down in a chair displaying elegantly-shod feet to the best advantage and I quickly observed, owing to the way she seated herself, that she was decidedly tight-laced. I busied myself unpacking and started to undress and don my afternoon uniform. Vera watched every movement, and when I had stripped and stood in my black satin corset and undies, she said, "I see your corset is laced right up. Don't you make it a practice of drawing in smaller for the afternoon?"
"Why, no Vera. My waist is only nineteen inches. Isn't that small enough?"
"That depends. My waist is now seventeen inches. I wear it at eighteen during the morning and lace up in the afternoon. The Misses Vernon like to see a well-pinched waist, for the afternoon."
When we got down we found Mrs. Burton waiting for us and she examined me critically, saying that I must wear a smaller corset for the afternoons and showing me my duties.
We spent quite a great evening in the servants' hall and I got off with the under chauffeur, making a date with him for my day off.
Then came the final test: we retired to bed. I had to sleep with Vera, for there was only a double bed in the room. I undressed most carefully and used the chamber after a very careful adjustment and finally put on my nightie after arranging my hair. Vera was much longer and laced herself into a pair of short night corsets.
"Don't you wear sleeping corsets, Helen? You should, you know. It prevents your figure spreading and you feel much more comfortable in your long day corsets."
"No, Vera, I have never worn corsets to sleep in."
"Ah! Well, we will try it tomorrow night, my dear. I will get a pair from Nina, the head lady's maid. I am sure it will be better for your figure."
Luckily for me, Vera was very tired and went quickly to sleep, but I found my hands straying to her corseted waist and a terrible disturbance taking place under my tight strap. She was a very pretty girl and I, after all, was a man. How I kept away from her that night I shall never know, but I did and in the morning my strap was in such a mess that I must perforce change it.
The next day passed in an uneventful manner but that night my troubles started. I finished, dead tired at twelve o'clock, and with my body aching with the tight pressure of the very tight corset and my feet shooting like mad through being imprisoned in my patent leather, tight shoes for hours, I crawled up to bed and found Vera waiting for me.
"Lord, Helen, you look washed out, my dear. Have a drink." She gave me a cocktail and then said, "Now, my dear, stand still and I will undress you."
"No, Vera," I exclaimed nervously. "I am quite all right. I can undress myself quite well."
"Oh, don't be silly! You're dead beat. I'll soon get you undressed."
In a weak moment I gave way and Vera's deft hands soon got to work on me, took the shoes off my burning feet and bathed them in a lotion. Then she unlaced me, stripped off my clothes and how it happened I shall never know; whether she suspected or whether it was by accident I don't know but she somehow flicked up my vest, for she had insisted in lacing me into a short night corset and in making the final adjustment to the lace she had flicked up my vest at the back and revealed my strap.
"What is this, Helen? Why do you wear a band between your legs?"
"I've done it ever since I was a child," I stammered.
"Oh well, it's coming off for tonight."
"No, don't touch it. Please don't."
"Pooh! Don't be a silly goose. You can't rest properly with this hot band round you all the time."
She pulled at it, but I ran away from her and while I was getting my breath, she possessed herself of a pair of scissors and approached me with them concealed in her hand, which found a way under my vest and suddenly I heard a rip. The strap dropped down and she threw the vest over my head.
"Well, I'll be damned! So that is it, is it, Miss Helen. You are a nice young man and not a girl at all. Phew!"
I was deathly white in the face and trembling from head to foot. What would she do? Would she give me away? Would they turn me over to the Police?
Suddenly she found her tongue, "Well, whoever you are, you make a damned good maid but of all the cheek! I never heard of such a thing. Do you realize that you actually slept with me last night! I don't care that your hand found my small waist several times during the night. Don't stand there like a dithering idiot explain the meaning of it all."
I then explained all that had happened and why I was there and she finally said, "Come here. I am rather attracted towards you, you make an excellent girl and quite a good maid. Come here, I want to have another look at you. I am not sure if I will tell all yet; that depends on you but in any case I am going to make a thorough examination of you after that, we will see. Mind, you must obey me and do exactly what I say or I shall fetch Mrs. Burton and let her examine you herself!"
She took a piece of tape from a drawer and, lifting the bottom of my vest up, tied the tape to it and then tied it round my waist over the night corset. Then she took an apron and tied it over my head so that I could see nothing.
"Stand still and don't dare to move. I am going to test you."
I heard her drawing on a pair of gloves and then she got to work in earnest with, of course, the inevitable result, for I was young and full of life. She spent me very quickly and then, taking off the apron, she ordered me to wash myself clean in the basin.
I came back to her with my face flushed, for she had really exhausted me.
"Yes, you are quite virile, Helen. I have decided that in the future you belong to me. Now I am going to really tight lace you for the night. Seeing that you are a man and not a woman at all it is necessary that you are well laced for the night." Turning from me she called back, "Take that easy corset off and throw it on the bed." Then she went to a cupboard and brought out a pink broche corset. It was very long and stiff, and in a few seconds she had hooked it on my body and was feverishly lacing it up. It was tight and she laced away unmercifully in spite of my protests and did not stop until she had the long-waisted, stiff corset laced to meet right down the back. She knotted the laces, taking no notice of my protests that is was too tight, and I could hardly breathe.
She then surveyed my figure. "Excellent, Helen! A long, well-shaped waist. It suits me admirably and will infatuate the old ladies. Put on your nightie and get into bed."
I obeyed. There was nothing else to be done.
That first night! I shall never forget it. Vera was inexorable and when our alarm clock went off at six o'clock the next morning I was in a complete state of exhaustion. That corset had taken terrible toll of me, and so had Vera! I had had no sleep, neither had she, but she had experienced a marvelous night . . . or so she told me.
I dragged myself out of bed and was promptly told that my new corset was to stay on. I protested that I could not work in that severe corset, but she only shrugged her shoulders, saying, "You know the alternative, Helen!"
So the long fortnight went on. She even made me wear a pair of her shoes, a size smaller than mine, to do all my waiting in. At night she was inexorable. She delighted to play with me, place me in certain positions, not allow me to move an inch while she amused herself, and of course I got little sleep for Vera compelled me to fuck her every night.
At last the end of the fortnight came. The Misses Vernon implored me to stay with them but that of course I could not do as I had arranged to go home. I can assure you that getting into men's clothes again, after being tightened up to a limit for nearly a fortnight, and wearing such tight shoes with extra high heels was extremely strange and uncomfortable. Further I was completely washed out and looked pale and worn when I reached home.
Thus ended my first adventure with Vera. I will send you some more experiences shortly and continue my story of Vera'a complete domination of myself for five years.
Yours sincerely, F.G.L.
Dearest, I don't know whether I ever told you about my two years in Bukarest, Rumania, prior to my going to Argentina, and how I met a well-nigh perfect TV fan while I was there, by name of Ivan Igorski. If I have not, that's a story for another time. Knowing Ivan had friends with similar interests in Ljubljana and that I was likely to be there for a day or two during my tour of Jugoslavia, I wrote to him for an introduction and, to my great surprise and pleasure, I got. it.
I called at the address given, a rather palatial mansion standing in its own grounds, and was shown in by a smart maid, whose waisted figure, short skirts and very high heels at once caught my eye. I was well received by Ivan's friend, Marinko G., who proved to be a titled, well-to-do man of some sixty years of age. He was seated in a wheel chair and I soon learned that this was because he had been wounded in the war and now suffered from paralysis from the hips downward.
As I took stock of my host, I couldn't help noticing the slimness of his waist, for he was wearing a close-fitting suit. Ivan's letter had informed him of my keen interest in transvestism and all kindred topics, so, noticing my eyes on his slim waist, he did not hesitate to tell me he had worn tight corsets since he was a youth and that, in spite of his paralysis, he still indulged to the full this whim of his for tight-lacing his figure. He went on to tell me of those pre-war years when he had often indulged in a complete change-over into a woman. He spoke with such an emotional voice that I sensed his great loss at not being able to continue this foible of his, and yet at the same time I sensed how much he liked talking about his life in skirts.
He rang for the maid, Sejka, and asked for certain photo albums to be brought to him and, with a touch of nostalgia, he showed me various photos of himself as a woman, or rather a young attractive girl, for there was no doubt about it that his female role well suited him. He had, it seems, been orphaned early in life and, being well off, had been able to indulge to the full his liking for dressing as a female. He had never married but had plenty of female acquaintances who had loved to help him in perfecting his transformation. I learned that this was no more uncommon there than I had found it to be in Bukarest, with its corseted and made-up military officers.
The photos showed him alone and with various lady friends (or could they have been other girl-boys?) perfect in his transformation down to the last detail.
Aided by nature, with his small features, hands and feet, he made a lovely girl and certainly enjoyed wearing the most expensive of feminine attire. The photos showed him in chic afternoon frocks, hats and gloves; long ball gowns, sleeveless and with shoulder-length gloves; chic tailored costumes; masquerade costumes as La Pompadour, etc.; a figure-revealing costume, though obviously not for the water with the hip-length net hose and pencil-heeled shoes being worn; and a dainty skating outfit, ice-skating being the one sport in which he indulged and in which he said he was really good. Pictures showed him having his skates fitted, then standing and lastly in a whirling spin this last photo emphasizing not only the slimness of his waist, the fullness of his bosom and the prettiness of his smiling face, set off by curls peeping from a little close-fitting cap, but particularly the shapeliness of his long, slim legs, sheathed in silk stockings to their tops where tiny panties, fitting close to the body revealed no sign of his hidden masculinity. There was also a close-up portrait and this, too, defied detection. I noticed his ears were pierced and, turning to look at him beside me, I saw the small marks in the lobes of his ears.
As I listened to him telling me of some incident which this and that picture called to mind, I realized what a great loss to him his being able to dress in his beloved female attire must be but, almost as if sensing the turn of my thoughts, he said he did not mind so much as he had something to compensate for his loss. I thought he was referring to the fine set of photos and the pleasure he got out of going through them with someone, but I was mistaken.
He rang for Sejka and gave some instructions in the Slav language, which I didn't understand (most of our conversation up to now had been conducted in German). Then he turned to me, as Sejka left the room, and smilingly told me he had sent for his ward, Dusanka, whom he had adopted six years ago and who was now the apple of his eye.
Further explanation was interrupted by the entry of a strikingly-attractive girl, tall, slim and swaying on the highest of heels. I got up and took the slim hand that was proffered as Dusanka greeted me in a husky voice and with a smile. And now came the surprise, for Marinko turned to Dusanka and mentioned my great interest in transvestism and then he turned to me and said that Dusanka was not a real girl, but a boy dressed and living as a girl. To say I was astounded would be to put it mildly and, as my eyes alternated between my host and the pretty creature smiling at me from the armchair opposite, I heard the story of this strange relationship.
After a post-war period of convalescence and when Marinko had got his old home back again and properly repaired, he became very despondent at the thought that he was deprived of ever appearing again as a female. A friend of his told him of a Hungarian count who had similarly lost interest in life but who had recovered it by having a transformed boy to live with him. The idea had at once appealed to Marinko and he had begun to look round for a suitable youth to adopt. He had to have one with some feminine characteristics and without any ties of any sort, and he had found one by watching the bread queues from his car.
He had caught sight of a slim, slightly-built youth in the line and had sent his chauffeur over to ask him to come and see him at his hotel. The youth had come and Markino had given him a good meal and then, without beating about the bush, told him that he wanted to adopt him. He would settle a considerable fortune on him, but there was one proviso, and that was that he would have to dress and live as a girl. The youth had found the idea to be fantastic but it would mean no more want and hardship instead, a life of luxury, so he had accepted.
Markino's old nurse, who had stayed with him as his housekeeper when he had had to give up his big house and who knew of Marinko's predilection for feminine attire, helped bring about the transformation of the youth into the present attractive Dusanka. I never did hear what Dusanka's name had been as a boy, so I can only refer to him as Dusanka. He had revolted at first against the skirts, corsets and high heels but had later become reconciled to them and, as he had become progressively effeminized (also with the help of a medical friend who looked after Dusanka's complexion, Adam's apple and breasts), he had come to love his girlish existence and all that went with it. Lovely clothes of every sort, luxurious mode of life and all the attentions which are usually showered upon an attractive girl. He had in the end come to love his role so much that he did all in his power to achieve perfection of his transformation. Every detail of the alluringly-feminine creature seated before me bore witness of the success of the transformation.
What a dear creature Dusanka proved to be! No sooner had Marinko driven away to town, leaving me alone with the alluring Dusanka and attentive Sejka than I knew I was in for a lovely session. I sat across the room from Dusanka, sipping a local heady drink, my eyes glued to the wonderfully-effeminized creature before me. I knew I was getting more than a little excited, for Dusanka's pose would have given the horn to a celibate monk. There he sat with his hands behind his neck, throwing his lightly-veiled breasts into greater prominence, emphasizing the slimness of his tightly-corseted waist, while the slim ankle posed on the other knee not only drew my attention to the extremely high heels being worn a foible of mine but allowed a generous view of a shapely silk-sheathed limb to high up the thigh among filmy frillies. I caught his eye upon me, smiling at my obvious excitation.
Suddenly he got up, moved over and sat down beside me and said, "I can see just how much you like me (his eyes dropped to my bulging fly), and I like you, too, so let's see what we can do about it." His little manicured hand dropped into my lap and began kneading my surging prick through my trousers, at the same time as he leaned across me and pressed his scented mouth to mine in a long, penetrating kiss. With a laugh he pulled away from me, rang for Sejka and then turned to me, saying, "Marinko has told you all about me, but he hasn't told you that Sejka is also a transformed boy, a youth selected by me and changed at my request. Poor old Marinko thinks we are just a couple of harmless, innocent boy-girls, delighting in our femininity for its own sake. Little does he know the tastes we've developed together, the love we have for everything perverse, the wonderful private sessions we have on our own and with special friends of ours! And to think it was a girl-cousin of his and her man friend who introduced me to these delights! I'll tell you about it some time."
Sejka came in tip-tapping on high pencil heels, looking the sauciest of pretty French maids, and again my hard prick throbbed at the thought that it was another completely-effeminized boy who stood before me.
"It's all right, Sejka, darling. I've told him all about us. Now I'm going to give him a thrill, with your help. Slip out of your frock and help me out of mine."
No sooner said than done, and there before me stood two alluringly-girlish creatures, one in pale blue satin cami-panties and the other in little black chiffon panties, and both with their legs sheathed in hip-length, sheer nylons. Dusanka pushed Sejka back on the divan and climbed over him. Quickly their busy fingers slipped round each other's waistline to release hidden retaining ribbons and in no time growing bulges began to show on previously flat feminine fronts. Then followed as delightful a double gam as I'd ever seen, with the two boy-girls fondling each other's every part, kissing and sucking each other's firm full breasts till finally they settled down with their heads between each other's thighs, there to absorb huge masculine pricks into those painted mouths. In no time they had reached their climax and shot jet after jet of hot spunk into each other's avid throat, sucking away the last drops before separating with a breathless laugh.
"Now to relieve our visitor, Sejka!" cried Dusanka and so saying, with pricks hanging limp they bore down on me.
To say that what I had seen had excited me was to put it very mildly. Who wouldn't have been moved at the sight of this lovely pair of girlish boys, effeminized to the last detail in figure and dainty frillies and yet equipped with huge pricks standing out in inviting erection from the lacy leg of their undies, tools which their owners knew were their centre of attraction and which they softly stroked in light masturbation as they flaunted their revealed masculinity before me, prior to indulging in the wonderful double gam which I had just seen. How those two darlings loved the taste of each other's spunk, for they did all in their power to stimulate their partner to shoot as much as possible of their thick warm cream deep into the other's throat.
Apart from the knowing lip and tongue play on the throbbing morsel in their painted mouths, they indulged in every sort of exciting caress they possibly could as they lay in a 69 on the divan. Wandering fingers passed lightly over flimsily-clad breasts, kneading the pouting nipples and making them stand out even more firmly. They coursed up and down the girlish figure in its diaphanous covering, making the partner jerk in the air those long, slim limbs sheathed in the finest of nylons and ending in little feet in the tiniest of high-heeled shoes. And then, just as their sucking action became stronger, their hands slipped round the alluring form pressed to their face, up inside those dainty undies for a knowing fore-finger to work its way into a receptive rosie, there to plunge in and out with an ever-quickening rhythm, and then, as they sensed their mouths were about to be flooded with spunk, they drove the finger right home and wiggled it about deep inside the enchanting bottom hole. What a sight it had been!
And now Dusanka and Sejka, having pulled apart and then taken the limp prick in front of their eyes once again into their mouths to lick away the last creamy drops, sat up and kissed each fully on the mouth, doubtless receiving and giving a little of the pungent spending still in their mouths. Then they lovingly wiped each other's hanging prick, powdered it, sheathed it and replaced it in its retaining strap and then pulled it right up the back out of sight, fastening the strap there and then ending by passing a lascivious hand over the now completely effeminized crotch before them. Then once again, to all intents and purposes, were the two alluring girls I had seen earlier and now, having whispered to each other, they were bearing down on me, their smiling faces full of promise.
"Look, Sejka, how much he has enjoyed watching us! What a huge bulge he's got in his trousers now! But we just can't have him rubbing himself like that that's a waste! What do you suggest, my dear?"
"Well, Dusanka, as we know he loves to see an effeminized boy, what about turning him into a girl and then bottom-fucking him with a lovely dildo?"
"That's a gorgeous idea, my sweet! And what an additional thrill he will get as he leans over the head of the divan to receive the dildo as a groping hand slips round his effeminized form to grasp his rampant cock in its girlish silks!"
I was too excited to consider whether I was willing or unwilling for such treatment but, in any case, I soon found I was no match for this pair of transformed lovelies who quickly overcame any sign of resistance I made. Chattering and laughing at my seeming unwillingness to submit to their plans, they soon made short work of undressing me till I stood before them stark naked, with my excited tool standing out strongly towards them
"Come with me," said Dusanka, seizing hold of my prick and moving towards the door, "and we'll soon reduce you to more ladylike proportions!"
I could do nothing but follow him, so firm a grip had he on my cock and, as I followed close behind this lovely boy-girl, whose perfume was going to my head, I began to wonder what they were going to do with me and to what extent they would succeed in changing me into a girl. The thought thrilled me for, although I had often enjoyed wearing girlish frillies, I had never before been compulsorily changed into a girl even though, after reading of others' exploits in this direction, I had often thought I'd like it myself. Now I was to see whether I would! Secretly I admitted to myself just how much I'd like to make as pretty a girl as Dusanka did, with his lovely face alluringly made up and crowned with blonde curls, his firm breasts tipped with budding raspberry nipples, his ultra-slim waist obviously the result of severe lacing his broad hips and swinging bottom, his long shapely legs, slim ankles and small feet, all set off now by chic lacy figure-fitting cami-panties, tautly suspended and saucily gartered hip-length sheerest nylons and tiny shoes with high pencil heels, which made him sway deliriously as he tripped down the corridor just in front of me. So close behind him was I that I could not refrain from putting out a hand and lightly caressing that prominent silk-covered posterior before me.
With a rather painful jerk of my prick, Dusanka smilingly said, "None of that now, my beauty! Wait until we are all reduced to the same level. In other words, wait until you're as much of a girl as we are and then your fun will begin."
They led me into a spacious bathroom and in next to no time I was plunged into a hot, scented bath. My two lovely companions, in order not to get splashed, slipped on transparent plastic aprons which did nothing to lessen my excitation, for I could still see their silk-clad legs and pretty undies clearly through them as they leaned over to soap and rub me. When I got out they gave me a vigorous toweling all over, not forgetting my now massive prick and, as Sejka powdered me from head to foot, Dusanka said, "We will have to do something about this, darling, before we dress him. It'll spoil his girlish line completely. Let's get him well laced in, to increase even more this erection of his, and then we'll draw him off once or twice, until his cock is completely limp so that we can conceal it for the time being and so give him a truly girlish line."
Dusanka grasped my prick again and led me into as girlish a boudoir as would have delighted any girl's heart, and there, as he dusted off the surplus powder and gave an occasional caress to my tool to keep it standing out firmly, Sejka opened a cupboard and brought out a number of filmy garments which he proceeded to hold up against me to try for size. When he was satisfied he whispered to Dusanka and they eyed me critically from head to foot.
"Any discomfort you may at first feel from the corseting," said Dusanka, "will be more than made up by the thrills you're going to get later when you see yourself converted into a saucy girl. Apart from the fun you'll get with us, just imagine the excitement you will get from seeing yourself in the mirror and being able to pose yourself in any of a dozen daring poses, any one of which would be capable of making a male onlooker horny and amorous towards you . . . and that gives me an idea, Sejka. Why shouldn't we let him try his hand at seducing a man? It would be fun to watch him from behind a curtain!"
"But what would happen when the amorous male found he had a girlish boy in his arms instead of a girl? I've heard of such a male being so mad at being deceived in this way that he grasped a knife and finished off with a quick stroke the complete feminization of his companion who, although he did not die from the shock and from the loss of his prick and balls, became rather a lifeless type of individual, giving pleasure to many but receiving none himself. That we must avoid, darling."
I had turned pale at the suggestion of my possibly suffering such a fate but, with a laugh Dusanka interrupted, saying, "Oh no, darling, he need never worry about anything like that. When his kisses and caresses had so led on the passionate lover that this chap had not only returned his kisses but also felt for and kneaded his nipples through their soft filmy covering and had caressed those silk-dad legs higher and higher, well under the disarranged hem-line, past beribboned garters, inside undie-legs, past tiny suspenders until the groping fingers encountered the small silken bundle between the legs, all our heroine would have to say is that he was sorry he had his 'monthly' on but that he would willingly relieve the urgent need of his lover by one of a number of other ways. Then, according to his 'client's' choice, he could prove his ability to drain off a masculine prick, either with knowing fingers or with painted mouth or with receptive rosie. Yes, Sejka, just think of seeing him in a delightful session of gamming or buggery! We must arrange that for him. It will be the ultimate in thrills for him and for us."
I was blushing deeply at the suggestion and my jerking prick told its own tale; just how much the idea excited me and how I wouldn't take much pressing to give it a trial. I could in my mind almost feel a lusty cock jerking inside my bottom or plunging towards my throat, but my reverie came to an end as Sejka approached me with a diaphanous brassiere which she slipped into place and fastened, but not before she had inserted a pair of as realistic false breasts as I had ever seen, made of firm, pinkish-white rubber, delicately veined and with budding strawberry tipped nipples, all of which showed through the thin veiling silk and gave me the impression that I did really possess an alluring pair of bubbies. Next followed a thin silk vest, to act as foundation for the little figure-forming corsets in peach-colored satin Dusanka was holding ready for me.
Meekly I submitted as he clasped them round my slim waist. I felt him snap the fasteners into place and then he began to pull in the laces. I thought I was going to lose my breath, when Dusanka stopped and tied off the laces, saying, "That will do for now. I'll pull them in more after we've got his stockings on.
Have you got them ready, Sejka? The black opera-lengths."
Sejka smilingly held up a pair of very long, sheer black nylons and also a pair of little black kid shoes, cross-strapped and with heels of about four inches which, he said, he thought would fit me. I knew I had small feet but I doubted in my mind whether I'd be able to wear such high heels. I mumbled something to this effect, only to be laughingly told that I should not be so silly and that if they had me to themselves for a few days I'd be managing heels much higher than those.
Dusanka pushed me back into a chair and then they each took one stocking and, kneeling down before me, eased it over my foot and up my leg, thrilling me as they carefully smoothed the soft silk right up my legs to the top. They slipped the shoes quite easily onto my feet and then asked me to stand up. I did so with difficulty and then watched in the long mirror as they straightened my stocking seams before attaching the tops to the little beribboned suspender slips. The pull of the suspenders was an additional thrill and, as they then slipped saucy pale-blue garters right up my legs to the stocking-tops where they rubbed against my balls at each move I made, I trembled a little with excitement at the alluring picture I saw in the mirror. Those stockings had completely transformed my legs and, but for my urging prick, my body was already that of a girl.
"Look, Sejka, see how he loves his girlish appearance! He's trembling with excitement, but we must do something now about this wagging beauty!"
Saying which, Dusanka gave a gentle tap to my prick. He then knelt again before me and, telling Sejka to pull in my corsets as much as possible, took my prick in his hands, softly rubbing along its entire length and ending by titillating just beneath the head where it was most sensitive. I was almost beside myself with excitement and I didn't think I could hold back my spunk much longer, when I felt Sejka methodically pulling in the laces of my corset. At the same moment Dusanka leaned forward and took my rearing tool into his painted mouth. The double sensation of being pulled in so tightly at the waist and of being sucked off at the same time was more than I could stand and, pressing Dusanka's girlish head hard onto my prick, I shot jet after jet of hot spunk deep into his throat, almost choking him. Greedily he swallowed it all down and then released my now flagging tool from his mouth.
Getting up, he said, "Oh, how lovely that was! He's wonderfully strong, Sejka you must have a go, too. Let me excite him a little first."
So saying, he took me in his arms and pressed me close, so that I could feel his feminine curves fitting into mine and his budding nipples pushing hard at me. As he jerked his flat tummy against me he closed his mouth over mine and his penetrating tongue distilled some of my own spunk back into my mouth. The taste of it, together with the reflection of our two girlish figures rubbing hard together in the mirror was enough to bring me back quickly to full stand. As he felt my rising prick pushing between his silk-sheathed thighs and into his effeminate crotch, Dusanka pulled laughingly and a little breathlessly away from me and at once Sejka knelt down and applied his skilful mouth to my surging tool. How he traced its length with his tongue alternating between licking it and sucking it hard.
Again the mirrored picture of my effeminized self with this lovely boy-girl's head buried in my crotch, madly sucking at my tool, was all that was necessary to bring on further hot jets of creamy spunk, which Sejka avidly accepted. He sucked away the last drops from my sagging tool before rising and also rewarding me with a spunky kiss. Heavenly!
Dusanka gently wiped my limp prick and powdered it before easing a sheath of silk-like rubber over it and up its entire length. After this came what I took to be the index finger of a pink silk glove and this fitted tightly from tip to prick root. From it hung a number of pink silk ribbons and I was soon to see what these were for: Dusanka made me stand with my feet well apart and then he reached down and half-squeezed, half-pressed my balls, making them shoot up into my body with a delicious sensation. He then twisted my limp prick back between my legs so that it pointed backwards. Sejka received it there and gently pulled it backwards between the cheeks of my bottom. He then took the hanging ribbons and passed them through loops in the back of the corset. I was now instructed to do a slow knee-bending and knee-stretching movement while at the same time Dusanka knelt before me and carefully pressed my turned-back prick even further backward. Meanwhile Sejka was hoisting on the ribbons, with the net result that my prick soon completely disappeared from sight, leaving me with a perfectly flat front and a most girlish inverted-vee crotch.
Sejka tied off the ribbons, leaving me helpless not that I wanted to relieve myself, for I was getting another real thrill at the girlish picture I made as I posed this way and that before the mirror, to the amused laughter of the lovely boy-girls I was with. Dusanka took me in his arms, kissed me passionately and slipped a hand down to caress between my thighs, dispensing thrills to me even though I couldn't get an erection, let alone an ejaculation.
"There, darling! Isn't that just lovely?" Dusanka asked me. "Now we'll dress you and make you up as is becoming, shall we say?" This last with a smile to Sejka, "As a bride about to be ravished on her wedding night."
They fitted me up with a lacy pair of pale green crepe-de-chine cami-panties, which only emphasized my girlishness, for they outlined my slim waist and prominent, nippled breasts so well. Then they sat me down and made me up, using all their art to convert me into a pretty girl, with fair curls, dark eyes, painted lips; creamed, powdered and perfumed complexion; clip-on ear-rings and multiple necklace. Then followed the dress they intended me to ear: a daringly-diaphanous ankle-length silken frock, divided up the front to the waist, though with the division not noticeable unless I pirouetted or sat down with crossed knees. It really needed an underslip but they didn't give me one so that when I stood before the mirror with a strong light behind me I could see the outline of my legs to their tops, with the brief legs of my cami-panties as well.
They made me recline on the divan with my divided skirt well open, so that my lovely silk-clad legs and dainty undies could be clearly seen. Then, while Dusanka sat beside me and softly caressed me, Sejka dispensed drinks to us both; really heady drinks, for it was not long before I had become quite dizzy. Dusanka had continued to tease me, thrilling me with his knowing caresses and now he leaned over me and closed his painted lips to mine, letting his little tongue dart in and our of my mouth. At the same time his hand, which had been constantly at work in my silken crotch, slipped a little further back, past my silk-imprisoned prick until it passed caressingly over the cheeks of my bottom. After a moment I sensed his finger pushing past my prick and prodding at my rosie, soon to slip inside and indulge in a slow in-and-out motion. I shivered with excitement and Dusanka, noticing this, laughingly pulled away and turned towards the expectant Sejka to whom he nodded. Sejka went out and after a few minutes returned with a small box on a tray.
"Well, darling, now I'm going to dispense that ultimate in thrills that Sejka mentioned before we transformed you into the pretty girl that you now are. I'm going to fuck you, or rather bottom-fuck you and you are going to love it especially as you'll be able to see it all so clearly in that big mirror. And to add to your thrill you're going to aid in transforming me into a youth a girl changed into a pretty boy, one with a lovely, realistic tool between her legs, with which she is going to bugger you. Yes, my sweet, you may look surprised but I get a thrill myself by using this instead of my own tool."
Saying which Dusanka snapped open the velvet-lined box and I saw a wonderfully-realistic dildo; a slim, curved, pink rubber prick with perfectly-formed head and lightly-veined shaft; a pair of hanging balls, hair-covered and so real in appearance, and all attached to a body pad covered with real hair. With rising excitement I took the dildo from the box and examined it more closely, marveling at its realism. In the meanwhile Sejka had left the room and returned with a jug of warm milk. With a smile at me Dusanka took the dildo, turned it upside down and opened a little aperture behind the pad. Then he turned to me, saying, "Here's the spunk that's going to be shot into your lovely rosie. Perhaps you'd care to fill my prick for me?"
Sejka handed me the jug and I carefully poured the milk into the receptacle Dusanka was holding out to me. Then Dusanka screwed in the stopper and, holding the dildo away from him, asked me to squeeze one of the balls. I did so and a jet of "spunk" shot from the end of the "prick". Satisfied that it was working right, Dusanka handed the dildo to Sejka and, standing up, asked me to help him get ready.
Following his instructions I slipped off his frock, thrilling at the seductive creature he then looked in filmy cami-panties revealing his nippled bubs and tiny waist and his gartered, hip-length sheer nylons. Dusanka noticed my gaze, smiled and posed for a moment saucily before me. Then he told me to undo the cami-knicker strap between my legs and lift the filmy garment up.
I did so and saw between those gartered hose-tops and below the edge of the little corset being worn, as flat a front and as girlish a crotch as that of any girl I had ever been with. The deception was wonderful, for had I not only a short time before seen these two lovely girl-boys gamming each other's rearing pricks.
Again smiling saucily at me, Dusanka opened his legs and then Sejka fixed the dildo into place by means of a set of pink ribbons attached to it. It stood out firmly with its balls hanging below and, had I not seen it put into place, I'd have sworn that it was Dusanka's own prick that was standing forth in firm erection. I dropped the edge of his filmy undies and then Dusanka strutted up and down before me, stroking his "prick" and looking just like a saucy girl with assumed masculine attributes.
"Now, Sejka, off with his frock and over the head of the sofa with him! I'm just longing to feel him squirm beneath my assault."
No sooner said than done! Sejka quickly slipped off my frock and led me to the sofa-head, leaning me over it so that my silk-clad bottom stood out enticingly. He now took a pot of perfumed ointment, dipped his index finger into it and, before I fully realized what he was doing, he had slipped his hand inside my panties and his finger was pushing into my rosie in and out in and out. He was preparing me for Dusanka!
When he eventually moved away Dusanka stepped up behind me, still caressing his out-thrust "tool." Smiling at me in the side mirror into which I was excitedly watching everything, he softly stroked my prominent behind, causing me to tremble in anticipation. Then the supreme moment came, for he leaned over me and, delicately pointing his "prick" at my throbbing, expectant rosie, rubbing the tip of my own tied-back tool in doing so, he slipped a hand round my corseted waist and, pulling me to him and thrusting hard at the same time, he drove the dildo deep into my bottom.
I caught my breath with the suddenness of it all, and then I felt him slowly, partially withdrawing, only to drive it home again. He repeated this action time and again and, as he did so, his hands wandered over my silk-clad thighs, then up between my legs to press against my impotent prick, kneading it there. He leaned over and nipped at my ears with his teeth and I could tell he was getting excited himself, for his perfumed breath was coming in short gasps. Momentarily he looked across at Sejka, who was watching the whole thing and he was getting such a kick out of doing so that he had pulled up his frock, revealing his girlish undies and legs, and his hand was rubbing his prick which he had released and which now bulged indecently inside his filmy panties.
Sejka saw Dusanka's glance and knew what it meant. He dropped his frock, came over and knelt down beside the sofa-head. His hand came up under my undies, released my urging prick and then he slipped his head up between my legs to take my quickly stiffened tool into his painted lips. I noticed his free hand was still working on his rampant cock and his own excitation imparted something extra to his knowing sucking and licking of my tool.
I could feel myself approaching my climax and Dusanka, noticing this, reached down and timed himself exactly to squeeze his "balls" and so shoot jets of warm milky "spunk" deep into my behind just as I shot great gobs of semen into Sejka's avid mouth, while the latter's own prick was throbbing at the same time in a sweet, relieving emission. It was heavenly, feeling one's inside flooded just as one's own spunk was being drawn forth.
As we all collapsed, momentarily exhausted, I knew in my own heart that this would not be the last time I would surrender my rosie to be fucked, whether by a delightful boy-girl with or without dildo or to a chap I'll have surrendered to after having seduced him as a girl.
The last scene in this episode was that of Dusanka slipping off the dildo, releasing his tool and then indulging in the delights of a double gam, as I had originally seen them. They ended by kissing me warmly and I could feel the pungent taste of the spunk that still lay in their girlish mouths as I tongued them through their parted lips. Finally, a mutual, loving wiping of tools, tender powdering and again strapping them back in concealment.
Later as I left them still wearing my corsets, nylons and undies under my masculine exterior, for they had insisted on my keeping them as souvenirs of my first session as a "receiver," I knew this would not be my last visit if I could in any way arrange to call again. The only fly in the ointment was that Marinko knew nothing of his "ward's" sexy activities, and I felt sure I could not see either of those two pretty boy-girls in his company without betraying my excitation to him.
Yours sincerely, F.G.L.
A FANTASY FOR ROBIN
The summons had been imperious and all through the long journey from Liverpool to London you had been wondering what would really happen. And then at Euston the lovely Rolls met you with the two lovely and perfectly-uniformed chauffeurs and you sank back in its upholstered luxury with a deep sigh. The lights of London flashed past the swift moving machine, a delicate perfume filled the air and you fell asleep.
The soft light creeping through the curtains of the bedroom roused you tenderly and you turned and stretched but as you did so something soft brushes against your cheek and falls over your eyes. Instinctively you put out a hand to brush it away and as you do so it tugs gently at your scalp. You sit up with a start and put your hands up. Yes! Overnight your hair has grown and now falls in lovely waves about your shoulders. You feel your chin, the beard has gone but what is pressing against your arm?
You glance down and see lovely rounded breasts instead of the usual flatness. Your hands fly under the bedclothes in alarm. AH! Thank heavens your sex is still there, but what is this gossamer covering? The bedside light is turned on and you throw your feet out; at once they come into contact with lovely high-heeled mules into which you thrust them and totter to the full-length mirror on the wall. Can this glamorous beauty be you? You know it is and thrill with every nerve in your body at the sight of your glorious figure so faintly veiled by the black nylon nightie.
A delicate knock at the door sends you scurrying back to the protection of the bedclothes before you call, "Come in." A dainty maid enters bearing a tray of early morning tea. She is dressed as a Quaker girl. Long, dove-gray silk frock with very low-cut bodice showing the parting of her lovely bust; apron strings emphasizing a tiny, rigid waist and a little white-edged gray cap with ribbons under her well-painted chin. But it is not the smart uniform that intrigues you, rather it is the extreme tininess of her waist, the lovely high-heeled boots of gleaming black kid which reach to the knees just covered by the full skirt and the gleaming black kid gloves which cover wrist and forearm without a wrinkle.
Setting the tray on the bedside table she turns to you with a smile. "Will Ma'am'selle have her tea or her friction first?" Not quite knowing what she means you ask which is usual. "Oh! The friction, Ma'am'selle."
Those tightly-gloved fingers start to caress your face and, working down, soon untie the bows on the shoulders of the black nightdress; then they start to caress your lovely breasts until the nipples pout and strain and your whole body is filled with desire. The bed-clothes are now turned back and she starts to massage your thighs. First the outsides are stroked gently and then the insides.
How you thrill and heave as the dainty gloves pass in close proximity to the testes and finally caress them with loving care. Then she takes the great throbbing weapon in one hand and gently caresses the knob with the tightly-stretched kid which covers the other palm. Then she draws each exquisitely-gloved hand up the sides until you feel you can hold back no longer.
"Ah! I'm coming!" you sigh and she bends over to take the knob between her painted lips . . . a great heave as the dainty fingers again caress those pouting nipples and your semen gushes forth.
You sink back with a sigh of contentment while the dainty, wasp-waisted, high-heeled slave trips to the corner and returns with a soft towel to dry you with kid-gloved fingers.
Refreshed by this charming interlude, you sit up and secure the top of your nightie while the maid arranges the pillows and helps you into a lovely bed jacket of black quilted satin lined with pale pink silk. Your hair is caught back with little black ribbon bows.
As you start to sip your tea a knock is heard and a voice calls, "Can I come in to see you, Robin darling?" The door opens, I trip in to see you. My lovely long hair frames my face and my well-rounded bust and lovely figure are clearly outlined by the lacy pale blue silk wrapper which covers me. "Darling, you look lovely! It's going to be grand dressing you up and meeting all the boys and girls!"
"I don't know how to thank you for changing me," you reply. "How soon can we start dressing? I am simply dying to trip down Bond Street with you, dressed in the height of fashion."
"You shall be, darling just as soon as we have had our baths and breakfast. I have a lovely beige costume for you and I am wearing blue. We shall be the centre of attraction with our well-corseted figures, stilt heels and long kid gloves! Now run and have your bath, there's a darling, so we can get dressed."
We are soon bathed and wrapped in dainty lacy robes, seated at the breakfast table. Two smart maids in black silk dresses, which reach from just below their ears to their ankles, white lace outlining the stiffly-boned collars, the long tight sleeves and white rustling petticoats peeping below the hobble skirts. White aprons emphasize their tight-laced waists and white lacy caps adorn their high-piled hair. They wear tightly-laced black kid gloves with six-inch heels, and it is most amusing to watch them tottering from sideboard to table with tiny, mincing steps.
But there is something not quite right about them. You think for a minute and then, bending towards me, whisper, "They're boys, aren't they?"
"Yes, darling, two long-haired slave boys, tight-laced and padded. They make an amusing change, don't they? And they are useful for the maids to practice on!"
"Do they always wear maids' uniforms?"
"Oh no, dear! Sometimes I dress them as effeminate pageboys in little velvet panties, silk smocks and long gloves. This makes some of my lovers extremely excited. I will show you later on some photos of them in their other clothes."
Breakfast is finished so I take you to your room for the maid to dress you. First come lovely hip-length brown nylons, smoothed up your legs by kid-gloved fingers, now a pair of court shoes with immensely high heels; these are just to wear while the maid clasps the lovely corset round your waist and laces you in. It is a struggle, but a delightful one, to get the corset to meet, giving you a sixteen-inch waist but it is soon done and the stockings are tightly suspendered. Now your shoes are changed for four-and-a-half-inch heeled courts in warm brown kid. Now the lace panties are slipped on and the dainty lace brassiere secured about your lovely breasts. Now a dainty brown lace front is put on and then the long, tight beige skirt is fitted over your swelling hips and carefully adjusted. You seat yourself before the mirror and the make-up slave, in a spotless white overall, attends to your complexion. Foundation lotion, rouge, powder, eye black, eye shadow and lipstick are applied and your lovely hair deftly arranged.
You were lovely before, but the make-up adds glamor to the beauty and you feel uplifted and exalted. Now the maid returns and draws from their delicate tissue wrapper a lovely pair of long, brown kid gloves into which your hands and arms are squeezed. You examine them critically. Yes, they are perfect a perfect fit; each well-manicured nail can be traced through the tightly-stretched kid and not a wrinkle can be seen.
Now the little jacket with its three-quarter length sleeves, from which your gloved hands and arms protrude in a most fascinating manner, is put on. Lastly, the brown, feather-trimmed hat is added and the chenille-dotted veil is draped over the pretty face. The maid hands you your bag and you move to the long triple mirror to admire yourself.
You stand prinking and preening, but I speak, "Ma-m'selle's furs, Mary! Her bracelets you are neglecting your duties! Do you want an inch off your waist and onto your heels for a fortnight?"
Hastily she drapes a little mink stole about your shoulders and puts a heavy gold curb bracelet, loaded with jingling charms, on your right wrist.
"Ah! Now darling, you are perfect! It has been lovely to see you dressed up. Now come to my room and watch me dress. I shan't be long."
With tiny steps, the delightful wobble of high heels, the tug of the long slim skirt against your leg or the drawing of the suspenders felt at every move, you accompany me to my room.
It does not seem long to you as you sit watching me dress; soon my waist has been secured in the stiff corsets, my undies and stockings adjusted and my feet encased in navy blue lace-up shoes. Like you I wear four-and-a-half-inch heels, and my navy blue skirt limits the length of my paces to six inches. Hands and arms are encased in navy blue kid gloves. The tunic of my dress displays the well-laced waist to perfection. My hat is put on; a little ermine stole added. I take my bag and we sally forth two perfectly-painted, tight-laced, high-heeled, long-gloved and well-dressed young ladies.
As we stroll along admiring the fashions in the windows and discussing the accessories which we would wear with them, you call my attention to two handsome and obviously wealthy fellows who seem to be taking a great interest in us.
"Let's let them pick us up. I could do with a cocktail," I say.
"But darling, I couldn't! I never picked anyone up!"
"Don't be shy, Gwyneth. We need not go too far with them. Besides, a little masculine attention will do you good! And you will appreciate Dandini all the more for it."
Just then they hurry past us. "Oh, they're gone!" you say.
"Don't be silly, darling! They will stop to look in a window and then stroll back to meet us. Oh, do look at this hat, darling!"
We pause to admire a lovely big black hat which is charmingly displayed in a shop window and then resume our stroll. The two fellows now approach us, having turned back as I expected.
"Go on, Gwyneth, give them the glad-eye!"
"Dapline, you're hopeless!" But for all that you cannot resist giving them a sidelong glance and a slight smile as they pass.
Immediately they raise their hats. "Haven't we met before?" one asks.
"I can't say that I remember," I answer, "but we are dying for cocktails and perhaps they will make us remember!"
"Oh! Splendid!" So off we go to a nice bar for cocktails.
After a bit the conversation changes to what we are going to do that afternoon and one of the boys suggests a tea-dance.
"Yes, but where?" I ask.
"What about the Dorchester?"
'It's nice, but a bit stodgy and respectable."
"Well, if you're game," says the other, "what about Madame Sachoc's?"
'Oh, oh! You naughty man! What do you know of Madame?"
"Only that you can't go unaccompanied, that you see only the most beautiful and best-dressed people there!"
"It is certainly the spot to see a show of clothes, but I can't say that everyone is beautiful. Some of the elderly dames are a bit revolting and their little boys!"
"Still," says William, who is fondling your gloved arm, "it is very interesting and Gwyneth has never been. It will be very instructive for her!"
"She doesn't need a lot of instruction and has very good ideas. Isn't she smart for a country mouse?"
"She's wonderful!" says William, giving your little gloved hand an extra squeeze. "I bet she dances divinely, too!"
"Oh come!" says George. "Dapline, here, isn't bad either. But let's go and have lunch, then the girls can run home and change and we can pick them up and take them to dance about three-thirty. How's that?"
"Lovely, George!" I answer. "We must certainly change, as we could do precious little dancing in these skirts, could we, Gwyneth?"
"No, Dapline darling, but they are smart for walking!"
"By Jove, yes!" says George. "You two have got everything to attract a fellow lovely faces and figures, attractive dresses which enhance your femininity and I bet you are true devotees to those three principles of dress well-corseted, well-gloved and well-shod!"
"Yes," you answer. "It gives one a wonderful feeling to be well laced into a firm corset, perched on high heels and with one's hands made doubly attractive by long, shiny kid gloves! Dapline always sees me dress and she is most particular! She says that a girl can look the tops in a C & A frock if she will only add the right accessories."
"I can't see either of you two in C & A's," says William, "but she is right! Now what about lunch?"
Lunch was soon over and we were whisked back to the house to change. Our smart morning toilettes were soon removed. Your brown stockings were replaced by black nylons, so fine that there seemed to be nothing but the seam so carefully centered up your leg. Your brassiere was removed and then you stepped into a black silk topless frock with full ballerina skirt. Your make-up was refreshed and added to: Long artificial eyelashes giving you a very sophisticated appearance. Patent courts with six-inch heels adorned your feet, a tiny black sequined Juliet cap with a long spray of osprey feathers nestled amidst your curls and long black kid gloves, stretching from fingertip to shoulder, were forced up your arms. Heavy diamond pendants were hung from your ears, an elaborate pearl choker fastened round your neck, a diamond wrist-watch on your left wrist and two sparkling jeweled bracelets on the right forearm.
My gown was an off the shoulder creation in lavender-colored taffeta; like you I wore shoulder-length, black kid gloves, patent courts with six-inch heels as fine as possible. A big black picture hat on my upswept hair, in which sparkled diamond pins, and my wrists heavy with jeweled bracelets.
George and William were waiting for us and off we went.
Imagine a long ballroom, round the side a double tier of boxes, on the ground floor open to the view of the dancers, unless the occupants drew the heavy velvet curtains. Those on the upper floor you find afford a view of the dancing when you sat at the tea table adjusting your bracelets, while at the back big comfy sofas where you can sit out of view of all.
The assembled company afford a strange and wonderful motley. Beautiful girls in panties and brassieres but otherwise dressed for the occasion in slit-heeled shoes, hats, furs and gloves. Others dressed in long effeminite frocks, the former mostly accompanied by male escorts, while the latter mainly partnered by women in the most severe of tailor-made costumes with collars and ties, some dressed completely as men. Lovely boys masquerading as society beauties others dressed in effeminite styles. Here is one in a dove gray suit, his black silk blouse secured by a diamond clip instead of a tie; his jacket, fitted like a skin, discloses a well-laced waist, his boots have towering pencil-thin heels, his left hand is encased in a tight black kid glove, he carries its long companion dangling with his bag. Here is a girl in nothing but jewels, jewel breast covers, jeweled belt, fingers and toes covered in rings; bracelets on wrists and ankles, slave bangles above the elbow; sandals with high jeweled heels, many necklaces and big ear-rings, dangling almost to her shoulders.
There are also several middle-aged women accompanied by young boys; these latter are dressed in effeminate clothes. Here is one in black velvet sleeveless tunic and a kilt of taffeta, beneath which peeps the hems of many petticoats and the ribbon-threaded legs of embroidered bloomers. His feet are encased in knee-high, high-heeled, laced boots while his arms are covered by black kid gloves. Another wears blue velvet shorts, white lace blouse, white socks and high-heeled shoes. His hair is short but he is elaborately made up, with heavily-enameled nails showing below the long dangling cuffs of his blouse.
Another wears an Eton suit with terribly-high Eton collar and big bow. The jacket is short to show his wasp-like waist denned by a white satin waistcoat. His three-quarter-length sleeves show elbow-length gloves of lavender-colored kid and his trousers, reaching a few inches below the knee, disclose button boots with six-inch heels.
After a dance or two and watching the dancing over a cup of tea, William leads you to the sofa. His strong arm is round your waist, his lips brush your naked shoulder and one strong hand draws your kid-covered fingers to his fly. You feel his erect weapon dare you take it out as you long to? He urges you on. Blushing and hesitant, you undo the buttons and slip in your hand. The great throbbing tool is in your grasp; you lift passionate lips to his and kiss fiercely as your hand moves slowly and gently up and down. Spurred by desire, you disentangle it from shirt-tail and trousers. Now both hands are brought into play. How sweetly the tautly-stretched black kid slips up and down, how you thrill and revel as you watch him heave and shudder and sigh. Now you tickle the root with one black finger, now you rub the knob against a tight-stretched kid palm. Its throbbing and burning increase. You must cool it! First the shy, hesitant kiss and then . . . ah, joy! It is in your mouth! How softly your tongue curls round it, how gently your painted lips slip up and down. A kid gloved hand is slipped into his trousers to caress and fondle his great throbbing testes. But, alas, all too soon for you, he shudders violently and you feel the lovely, burning love-juices spurting into your mouth as he pours forth in worship to your beauty and kindness.
It gave you a queer, exalted feeling to see William almost prostrated by your attentions. How lovely to see him completely exhausted, you thought! You smile at him coquettishly and the second kid-gloved finger of your left hand starts to tickle gently at the base of his scrotum. His weapon is still held between the first two kid-covered fingers and thumb of your right hand which moves gently up and down.
He is hard again in a moment and you redouble the caresses, taking the stiff erection between the fingers of both hands you draw them from root to tip as gently as you can. Now you hold it erect and fondly stroke the tip with the tight-drawn portion of your exquisite glove. Now you grasp it firmly or move gently up and down its curving length.
How he writhes and thrashes beneath your touch how he strains and heaves until at length you press against him and his semen gushes forth . . . and now, what joy as you raise up on your lovely stilt-heeled shoes, place kid-gloved hands on swelling hips and ease your lovely body in the stiff corset. He lies before you, drained of every drop and a sweet, blissful content fills your entire body.
As you stand there, putting the odd curl into position, smoothing out the wrinkles in your gloves and adjusting your bracelets, a knock comes to the door and George and I rejoin you. It is quite obvious from the look of pleasure on my beautifully-painted face and the expression on Geroge's face that he, too, has been reduced to impotence by my kid-gloved caresses and passionate kisses. Leaving the men to recover themselves we retire to touch up our make-up, etc.
As we stand before the mirror, you adding lipstick and I adjusting my wide-brimmed hat to a most becoming angle, I ask, "Gwyneth dearest, what should we do this evening go to a show? Go to see Charming and Jardine or just stay at home and enjoy ourselves quietly?"
"Dapline, if you don't mind I think stay at home. I want to show my thanks for what you have done for me, and I'm sure that cannot be done in public!"
"How sweet you are, Gwyneth. We will stay quietly at home. I have had some special frocks prepared in the hope that you would, and we'll have a lovely time together. Now let's go and say goodnight to those two poor dears and we will run along."
Accordingly we hurry back to George and William.
They bend over and kiss our kid-gloved fingers and beg for another date. We make no fixed promise, however, but return to the car and are soon whisked home.
We arrive to find the two breakfast-time maids have now been dressed as ultra effeminate boys in little white blouses, velvet shorts, socks, high-heeled slippers and elbow-length gloves. Their long hair dressed in ringlets and still well made up, they dance attendance on our wishes as we recline on the sofa sipping our cocktails and enjoying a cigarette.
Soon we go to dress. What a lovely feeling it is to draw off the shoulder-length gloves, to put your feet into mules after the stilt-heeled court shoes and what exquisite pain as the blood flows back into your toes. Now the corset is unlaced and with a sigh of relief you recline on the couch. Marie wraps you in a transparent, silk wrapper and escorts you to the bathroom; a ribbon secures your lovely curls on top of your head and soon you are luxuriating in the warm, scented water. Now she helps you back to the bedroom to dress you for dinner.
First a pair of fine, light-colored nylons are smoothed up your legs, they are opera length and reach almost to the crotch. Now she puts your feet into silver sandals with heels so high that shin and instep form a single line. Now a lovely black corset is clasped around your lovely body and partly laced. You seat yourself while your face is heavily made up and your hair dressed in a becoming style with a lovely pearl tiara. A heavy pearl choker is fastened round your neck and lovely pearl ear-rings, a three-inch string falling from each side of the pierced lobe, are added.
Now you stand again and the corset is fully laced, drawing your waist in and forcing pouting breasts and rounded buttocks into prominence. Now Marie hooks your gown. A bodice of black velvet covers the corset, only leaving your lovely titties fully exposed. The velvet ends at the tips, the long skirt being of gossamer fine silk net. It is divided down the front as otherwise your erection, which is now becoming prominent, would spoil its set. It is joined to the velvet with a gathered frill and has a three tier effect.
Now she brings your gloves of the finest and most delicate white kid. They fit your hands and arms like an extra skin, but restrict every movement of finger or elbow. She fastens the front buttons on the right wrist but leaves one undone on the left.
"Why haven't you fastened it, Marie?"
"I expect Miss Dapline will like to do that, Miss Gwyneth and I know she will like to see you come in trying to fasten it!" she replies, as she puts the many bracelets round those exquisitely gloved wrists.
VOLUME FOUR
LETTERS
Dear Jack, I am sorry I have been so slow in writing to you again and hope you will forgive me. I have been terribly busy at the office and, in addition, have had a long lasting quarrel with Marjorie. I did not see her for a month, but it has all worked out for the best now as I have secured a cute little girl slave of nineteen through M's good offices.
It is a long story and I will tell you part of it now and send you a long detailed account later. The fact is that Marjorie has fallen in love with another man really in love and is marrying him shortly; but that was not clear to me at first. What happened was that I found definite traces in her flat that she was being visited by another man cigarete ash, once a handkerchief and so on.
I said nothing but decided to punish her, partly because I wanted to try out a form of torture of which I had been told but which I doubted would work. I thought it was only a flight of the imagination but it wasn't it worked all right! As it concerned bottles it seemed appropriate to try it on the bottle-loving Marjorie.
I had spent an evening with Marjorie, who was in a very randy mood and had asked for a table fuck. This consists of having her naked on the kitchen table and fucking her while she lies on it, me standing between her legs. It also entails the use of her mouth and ass hole and sometimes a whipping, but whatever attitude she gets into to satisfy my desires, she is not allowed to get off the table. Often she is tied to it.
This evening I had already spunked once in her mouth and once in her cunt and had her spread-eagled on her back, wrists and ankles tied to the table. As you know, she likes being tied up but she would not have agreed this time had she known what was in store for her.
I suddenly stopped sucking her cunt, stood up and said sternly, "Who is this man you have coming to see you?" She denied there was anyone, but I mentioned the things I had seen and asked her again. Again she denied it and I said, "Right! You must be punished."
She did not object as she knew and liked my usual punishments, but when I started to gag her with her own smelly panties she began to get the wind up and struggled a bit against her bonds. "What are you going to do?" she gurgled.
I made no reply but took some rope from my attache case and wound it round her and the table, lashing her down even more securely round her belly and neck till it was almost impossible for her to move at all.
Then I went to the sink which was behind her head. She heard water running and the kettle put on to boil -how puzzled, frightened and scared she must have been! I filled a pint milk bottle to the brim with boiling water and allowed it to get thoroughly hot, then I took it up in one hand by means of a towel, poured out the hot water and quickly moved across to my victim.
Marjorie could see nothing of this and the first she knew of what to expect was when, with one hand, I held her soft left breast and with the other clamped the hot neck of the bottle firmly down over the nipple and pressed it into position! How she screamed, even through her panties!
The bottle neck was very hot and it was agony to her, but that was not the only amusing thing because as the hot air in the bottle cooled and contracted, her tender nipple was drawn up into the neck of the bottle. After a minute or so the suction was so strong that I was able to gently let go the bottle, the suction still holding it to the nipple and continuing to draw it in.
Then I went to prepare one for her right tit. When I came back with the second bottle, hot and ready for her other tender bub, she gave in and offered to tell me all. I removed the knicker gag and she told me all about Bill strangely enough also an R.A.F. officer like her previous husband and how she was, she hoped, going to marry him.
"So I shall have to give you up, darling, although I don't really want to," she finished.
"And I shall have to treat your other tit to the bottle, darling, and I do want to!" I replied.
She sobbed and pleaded and I listened with pleasure for some time, then calmly re-gagged her, re-heated the bottle and pressed on her other breast. When this was holding strongly I sat and smoked a cigarette while Marjorie's tit-drawing process was continued. In the end each nipple was sucked about an inch and a quarter up the neck of the bottle.
I released her from the table but tied her wrists behind her back. The bottles dangled and swung from each breast, adding to the pain of the process.
Then I made her bend over with hands on knees and buggered her soft ass hole, each thrust of my cock making the bottles jangle and Marjorie gasped and cried with pain.
Having shot my load up her bowels, I dressed and left the house, leaving Marjorie wrist-tied and bottle-titted. I suppose she eventually freed her hands and removed the breast danglers or do you think she called the neighbors in?
I did not see her again for about a month; when I rang her up she was a bit off-hand until I reminded her that I had letters and stories, in her handwriting, which would certainly intrigue Bill.
She agreed to meet me that was good because
I had already decided that she was to help me to seduce her kid sister, Peggy, aged nineteen. She did help me gladly because she's a wicked little bitch really and was intrigued at the idea of the comparatively innocent Peggy going through the same course of training as she herself had.
But more of that later . . .
Yours . . .
Dear No. 1, I have just received your letter from New Zealand, although I have not received the Song of Sonia.
The sketches are fine and thrilled me immensely. There were twenty-eight of them, which means that you will make me pay physical tribute twenty-eight times as each one will be used separately for this purpose!
I was particularly stimulated by some. "The Prostitute at The Whipping Post" is good. She had a lovely fat body which simply cries out to be flogged unmercifully. I was also glad to see that the instrument being used on her naked flesh was a long whip, whereas your previous sketches all showed canes or birches, and I am pleased to know you believe also in the cruel application of a whip to a woman's tender, soft body. Further, there are weals on her back, showing that you agree that the punishment should not only be applied to the bottom and thighs.
Which brings me to another picture, of a wardress holding the victim's arms behind her back while another wardress, with birch in hand, seems to be staring at the poor girl's naked out-thrust breasts. Is this meant to portray a girl about to be birched on her big titties? A corner has been cut off this. I wonder if there was originally a title to this one such as "Teat Torment" or "Breast Birching?"
I also liked the one where the girl, clad only in panties and brassiere, is being caned on her hands. The idea of a girl being forced to hold out her delicate small hand to receive a dozen wicked cuts with a thin, pliant cane is very stimulating, but, if I may criticize, don't you think it would be better to make her remove her brassiere so that her big swelling breasts can be seen? When a girl is caned hard on her hand her first reaction is to shake her stinging hand and this causes the breasts to shiver and shake so volupt-ously and jiggling, fleshy tits are so lust-provoking, don't you think? What do you think of a girl being caned on both hands and then forced to use her hot burning hands to toss off her master?
I was also pleased to see the two sketches of males being whipped. I liked the one of the grown man bound, named while a slim young girl lashes him. The idea of a young naked virgin having a nude man in her power while she watches him wriggle and fixes her curious eyes on his hairy prick and balls, amuses me. She probably has never seen a man naked before and hopes the thrill of being lashed by a beautiful young girl will give him the horn and then she will see what all young girls would like to see the spunk shooting out of his huge stiff cock!
But I like especially the sketch of the plump young boy, bound on the birching block and being thrashed by a woman. She is clad only in a corset, obviously to look more cock-stimulating, and I imagine she is a woman who likes seducing fourteen-year-old boys and is introducing him to the sexual joys of the whip. I once read a book about such a woman who, besides lashing young boys' bums, delighted in devising ingenious methods of cock-torture and was thrilled beyond words if she could only make them come under her torture what she referred to as "the pleasures of painful ejaculation."
I also like the "Schoolmaster's Daughter." Her thighs are so round and fat, and I do love to see big fleshy thighs! I must congratulate you, especially, on the drawing of this gorgeous pair of thighs, for every time I look at them I get a terrific cock-thrill. Obviously her father is about to give those thighs a very sound thrashing with his thin, pliant cane. I wonder how many cruel cuts she is going to get?
Which brings me to the point what do you consider the proper number of strokes to constitute a good thrashing? Personally, I consider it depends on the development of the particular part of the body which is to be thrashed the fatter the flesh the greater the number of cuts. Do you agree? However, I do not consider that even the lightest punishment should be less than twelve hard cuts and that an average, ordinary whipping should be about thirty to forty strokes, all laid on with as much force as possible. For really severe punishments, of course, these figures can be greatly exceeded. I should consider a good whipping for a really plump girl would be:
1. A dozen with the cane on each hand.
2. Twenty-five with the birch across her bottom.
3. Eighteen cuts with the cane across the backs of her thighs.
4. Six with the cane across the sides of each thigh.
5. Twelve with the cane across the front of the thighs.
6. Twelve lashes with a dog whip across her back.
7. Twelve with the cane across her belly.
8. Six with the cane or birch across each fat breast separately.
Do you consider such a punishment too severe or not severe enough . . . or what variations would you suggest?
I have seen three films lately depicting whippings. In the "Seventh Veil" a girl is caned on her hands. In "Anna and the King of Siam" a girl is stripped to the waist and flogged and in "Great Expectations" a boy gets about twelve vicious strokes with the cane across his ass by a woman . . . and doesn't she lay them on! The swish of the cane through the air is very clear and very realistic.
Yours lustfully, 4.
Your letter containing the "Song of Sonia" arrived today thank you so much for another envelope of stimulating stuff!
Although "Sonia" does not deal with our pet subject, I enjoyed it as I agree that the most thrilling way of coming is to be sucked off by a lovely naked girl, to feel her moist plump lips around your horny cock, to feel her tongue working all round the knob, to feel her sucking hard and finally to shoot your spunk right down her throat, is glorious! I think also that the pleasure is greatly enhanced if she is forced to do it against her will, and only because she is terrified of the frightful punishment she will get if she doesn't do as she is ordered.
The sketches enclosed in this letter are your best yet and two of them are really super prick stiffeners!
Firstly, the girl sentenced to six weeks' "Naked Labor." The idea thrills me the young warder is a lucky man! To watch a lovely young girl (you have surpassed yourself in drawing such lovely fat titties!) hammering stones must be a gorgeous sight. All day long he can feast his lustful eyes on the beautiful girl's naked body and watch all its movements! The impact of the hammer on the stones must make the fleshy parts of her figure quiver and bounce and then at any time he likes he can give her a wicked lash with his whip! I can almost hear the cruel lash whistle through the air and land with a thwack on her tender flesh, followed by a piercing scream from the girl writhing in her agony!
By the way, I should like you to title all your sketches like you have this one. If possible please state the number of strokes to be inflicted on the girl and the part of her body which is to receive the stinging cuts.
Your next best is the girl about to be lashed unmercifully with the knotted cat-o'-nine-tails. Her hands are chained up at the back of her head and it looks to me as if she is going to be whipped with this very cruel instrument across the front of her stark-naked body am I correct? If so, is she to get it across her loins, belly or bubbies? Certainly her breasts are fleshy enough to take such a severe punishment.
Another of your sketches shows a girl with her hands tied behind her back and about to be birched by a young man. Is she also to be thrashed on her fat bubs?
The folders, too, are very good -the idea of stripping the girl by turning down the flap is very amusing. One of these is especially good as the girl has such a gorgeous figure. She certainly cries out to be flogged across her fat round bottom!
All these sketches of yours have obviously had more time spent on them and the detail is more distinct. For instance: the nipples are more pronounced and are definitely an improvement.
I really must thank you again for the pleasure these drawings have given me. You have caused me many an erection and you are responsible for a lot of lovely ejaculations of hot spunk!
Do sincerely hope that I have been able to do the same for you. Please tell me whether I have caused you to shoot your spunk forth in frenzied pleasure. It will increase my pleasure in writing to you if I know that my letters are having the desired effect and causing you fine erections, ending in the throbbing shooting of thick, creamy semen.
Yours randily, 4
CORRECTIVE DISCIPLINE
Here is a selection of letters describing effective means of corrective discipline, which may contain useful information for those interested in this subject:
I have said the chastisements that she inflicted were most indiscreet, for the reason that she often whipped young girls in the presence of their companions, her method consisting in bringing humiliation and shame which were as painful as the corrections themselves. Toward the middle of the classroom, immediately before her desk, there was a platform several steps high which could hold four or five persons. When the necessity imposed itself on Madam to have recourse to extreme measures, she placed a strong and heavy chair on this platform and called up the child or young lady, whichever the case was.
"Come up here, Miss. Turn towards your comrades. Young ladies, sit down on your benches and look this way, if you please." I have no need to tell you that all orders were punctually executed.
Then she drew out from the bottom of her desk a strong and elastic whip that she extended to the poor girl who blushed and trembled.
"Take this, Miss. Hold it up in the air, like that."
Madam then set forth the gravity of the offense, recalled the warnings that she had given, drew the attention of the pupils on the pain and shame merited by the guilty one and sometimes sent the latter back to the platform, sat herself down on the prepared bench and . . .
The details, when recorded by a woman, are only proper for the ears of women.
That was the last resort of Madame A, a chastisement which was never easily forgotten. Sometimes she whipped in private, sometimes before some chosen people but never did she adopt the system so common on the Continent of denuding the guilty one of all her clothes and of attaching her to a post. If the fustigations were severe, they were always maternal.
Madame A. whipped me only twice, only one time harshly, and no person will deny that I certainly deserved it. It was for having drawn a wicked design. I have a certain talent for drawing, and during my vacation I had the pertinence of making a water color sketch representing Madame in the process of using the last resort on a big young girl. One of our mistresses, rummaging one day in my desk (she had not the least right to do so) found this drawing by accident and carried it to Madame A. The latter took the sheet without saying a word and ordered me to come to her boudoir. She promptly sent the indiscreet mistress away and gave me that which I deserved.
If Madame had known all she would have treated me even more severely, for the design she had under her eyes was only a rough draft scarcely indicated; the detailed water-color sketch, finished in her likeness, still remained in my drawer.
Yours etc., Mary E.
Dear Sir, I am a young girl and it is not very long since I left school. My mother had shown me some letters published in books on the subject of scholastic punishment, and it is at her suggestion that I write to you.
When I was still at college I would have participated in any movement that would have had for its end the abolition of physical chastisement, but, today, I am of the sincere opinion that a good spanking is, on certain occasions, both useful and necessary.
I was naturally lazy and I was persuaded, or at least stimulated, to work by a number of solid whippings; some received in private and others in the classroom, and I have seen nothing indecent nor so terribly repugnant as some of your correspondents pretend to make them out.
It was quite simply a painful and disagreeable experience and no one should desire to renew acquaintance with it. The first time I was led by my teacher into the office of the principal, where, after my teacher had formulated her complaint which had drawn on me a strong reprimand, the principal called me forward. She leaned over me, raised a part of my clothing which denuded the lower part of my body, and held me tight. Madame then proceeded to administer nine vigorous, stinging lashes.
My ways changed for a time, but in a very short while I slipped back into my old habits and despite a number of warnings, I was punished before my class. It was a terrible quarter of an hour and I believe the fear of having to submit once again to such an experience rendered me most energetic. I was obliged to kneel at the front of the class on a bench, my body bent forward over the top of the desk. Two teachers stood by, one on each side, and after having adjusted my clothing, saw to it that I was in a fit state to take my punishment. These preliminaries did not take three minutes. Madame, with a long and supple martinet, applied twelve strokes, taking her time and pausing between each one so that all might see its effect. I tried to count the lashes but I was obliged to stop very early, the smarting was too acute. It seemed to me that I was being pierced with hot needles.
However, no harm was done, as some of your correspondents would lead people to believe, and there was nothing either shocking to the sense of modesty, not anything that might be said to awaken disgust. The marks were not quite as bad as I would have supposed and the following night they had already begun to show signs of vanishing.
Among the pupils there was neither laughter nor a single improper remark from anyone. I found every one of them sympathetic and warmly disposed indeed, and I am certain that the only sentiment which emerged out of these rare ceremonies was that of pity.
Girls often have little faults which if not promptly attacked become vices most difficult to extirpate. Immediate and courageous action is necessary, while squeamishness, hesitancy, procrastination, or an exaggerated fear of the consequences are decidedly ill-advised.
Madame, always good and just, had a singular talent for discovering our weaknesses. When she could effect cure by good advice or reprimand she never failed to exert herself on our behalf. If her good counsel fell on deaf ears, she had recourse to the trusty strap, but never did she whip unjustly and with passion. I have known many young girls whose bad habits she corrected that way, for some a single whipping sufficed, others she was obliged to punish time and again but all finished by acknowledging the offense they committed provoked the treatment they received. I only remember one example in the entire school of girls where the whip failed to do its work effectively.
Yours, etc., Alice
Dear Sir, In the matter of corrective punishment for girls in schools, it is my opinion that in certain cases there is too much of it and in others not enough. I wish to relate as an example and episode which occurred in the school where I taught.
One day, some years ago, a young girl conducted herself so badly (she was only eighteen) in my class that I was forced to inform Miss who promptly notified the pupil that she was going to be whipped and sent her for the strap which was used for this purpose. I was not expecting this, and did not suspect that the punishment would take place in my classroom. The young girl came back after a moment with the strap and seemed to wait for Miss to lead her out of the room, but this was not to be.
This woman, I cannot call her a lady, locked the door with her key, put the key in her pocket and ordered her victim, a beautiful girl already a young lady, to prepare herself for correction. The young girl asked if it could not take place in another room, and I myself would have preferred to take leave. Both requests were refused and I could not persuade Miss to give me the key.
Assisted by two pupils, too frightened to disobey, she unclothed the girl ready for punishment. Finally she forced her to lean over a bench, face down, and announced to her that she would have to remain in this position until she was ready to ask for twenty lashes.
The poor girl would certainly have fainted out of fear had not the shame she experienced in exposing her nudity driven her to ask for her chastisement. When it was terminated they left her for some time in that position, as a lesson, so Miss called it.
I have never seen any girl in a situation so indecent, and I submit that it was improper.
I left the establishment after a while and so did the poor girl who had been whipped.
I fear that I might abuse your space too much by relating any more now.
Yours, etc., An Assistant Teacher
Dear Editor, As you have continually asked readers to submit articles for the magazine, I am venturing to write one herewith which you may wish to use and for which I hope you can manage some illustrations.
First of all I might explain that I am an absolute lesbian and find no attraction in men; however, I have a male friend but he is a transvestist and whenever we have had an evening together I have insisted that he become a female, and a lesbian as far as I am concerned. This has worked quite well and we have had some interesting times together.
However, that is beside the point. What I am writing about is the punishment given to one of my girl friends by the others when we found she had formed a friendship with a man, after fore-swearing this to us. We have a large house available and in one room there is an old gym which we use often, and it was here we held our meeting.
She knew she was to be punished but had no idea how. We had tea and then all went to the gym, then we forced her to undress completely and then we tied her wrists together. By now she was really scared, but had to obey as she knew we might do almost anything to her.
There is a ladder fixed in the center of the floor, so we fastened her wrists to this high up. Then we told her she was to be whipped well first. I slipped off my frock as it was somewhat warm, but Freda let me dress her up in a really delightful outfit and lace her as well in as I could. Then we got a pair of nipple compressors and fitted them well on Enid's exposed nipples, which we had drawn out as much as we could by pulling and massage. These we then screwed up till she simply shrieked as they were squeezed and showed out of the top of the compressors.
Freda then slapped her face, telling her we had hardly started yet and if she made more noise we would think up something far more drastic for her. She well knew us in this respect, as she had often helped or been the instigator in similar matters, and so soon was quiet.
Then we made her climb the ladder with her hands still secured, so that as she did so her buttocks were pushed well out. We made her do this till we had her in the most tempting position possible, then I knelt by her feet and held them so she could not slip off.
Freda, however, had another idea, for she had quietly slipped away to a drawer and had taken out a large dildo which she had greased, then stepping close to Enid's exposed behind, she very deftly held her cunt open and inserted this, making Enid cry out. Freda took no notice and, as I held her feet, she then firmly pushed this right in her till it was up to the hilt.
It was a specially-made one and had a handle so it could be worked as desired, so Freda then amused us for a while by starting to push it in and out, gently at first but increasing her pace very gradually till she had Enid really well worked up and excited. Then she took up a pliable birch and started to whip her. She did this very cleverly, hardly hurting or even stinging her at the start but then gradually increased the strength till she was hitting quite hard.
After this she took up a thonged whip of soft leather and this time she really did whip her. It was utterly fascinating to watch as Enid's buttocks gradually became pink, then deep red as Freda whipped her all over. Then when she was freed at last she had to kneel and promise never to offend again, and finally she had to relieve us both and wait on us, simply clad in a small, very tight corset which we laced in fully, plus ultra-high-heeled shoes.
I trust this is of interest.
Yours sincerely, Reader
Dear Sir, I am a business girl of twenty-four and an admitted lesbian with very definite sadist tendencies. I have a good job as assistant buyer of a large store in London. Working for the same firm is a young and very attractive girl of seventeen, Lucy. She is a mannequin and I soon discovered that she, too, is a lesbian. For our mutual happiness we share a flat in Richmond.
For many months great love and much happiness is enjoyed by us both. Then one day, during a display of gowns at the store, Lucy is approached by a French woman Susanne by name and was over thirty. Lucy is invited out to dinner the same night and a "happy evening" is spent at Susanne's flat. Lucy is brought home at 1 a.m. next day by taxi, looking much the worse for wear. Susanne, of course, turned out to be another lesbian. Thereupon Lucy and I quarreled.
The next day I obtained the telephone number of Susanne and asked her to meet me. In a few short words I explained that Lucy was my girl and I did not propose to stand for any interference from outsiders (these two had formed a quick friendship far too close for my liking). Susanne then admitted that she had fallen in love with Lucy and did not propose to give way for my asking.
"Maybe," she said, "you would like to meet me on the field of honor to decide the issue? The winner to have Lucy and the loser to fade out of the picture and so save further complications. "Unfortunately," Susanne added, "I cannot challenge you to a fight with swords or pistols in this country and therefore I suggest boxing gloves, and a fight to the finish no quarter given or asked. Say the date and come to my flat in Cambridge Terrace, we shall be all alone and the door will be locked."
One provision: Lucy was not to know of this till after the event. Do I accept?
Having quickly sized this French woman up some ten years my senior, six inches taller and some ten stone against my eight, I knew I was asking for trouble, but remembering my happiness with Lucy, I at once agreed.
"That's fine!" said Susanne. "I shall fight you with every foul means in my power remember no rules and no fouls this will be a fight for possession and all will be fair in the encounter, including 'savate,' which is traditional to Frenchmen and women. Be warned in good time," said Susanne. "I shall respect no part of your body. Therefore quickly get rid of the English idea of a fair fight or you will have lost before you begin. Because I quite like you," said she, "I give you this good advice."
We parted good friends, after many, many drinks and the date and time was agreed for the meeting. Curiously enough, we were to meet early on the night of the battle, and she insisted that I was to be her guest of honor. Afterwards, of course, I had considerable misgivings. It was quite in the cards that when I reached her flat and was safely locked inside that I should be set upon by a bunch of her friends, but this is a chance that I must take.
As arranged we met at 7 p.m. on the 27th of November at Piccadilly Circus. I must say at once that Susanne was looking exceedingly smart and very attractive; under a three-quarter, black broadtail coat well waisted, with exaggerated wide shoulders and tight sleeves she was wearing a scarlet-colored velvet frock, cut low in front, somewhat backless and with no sleeves. It was really an evening affair. It fitted her very tightly indeed, not only around the waist and bust but to midway down her hips as well. From here it was allowed to flare out to an ultra-wide skirt, slit at one side and flowing with an extravagance that was quite pre-war.
Her legs, attractively shaped, with pretty calves and ankles, were encased in fine gauge hose of black silk and of such extreme length that they gave her ample opportunity to make subtle use of the split in her skirt, not to mention her magnificent flashy garters with their diamante buckles. These were strapped tightly enough to keep her stockings mirror tight, even if all of the six suspenders from her corset failed in their work. Beneath the hose on her left leg she was wearing the daintiest little gold chain round her ankle.
Her two small feet disappeared into a pair of black patent court shoes with four-inch heels. Her arms, to above the elbows, were covered in black kid gloves and on her left wrist she had clasped very tightly a gold-colored, wide bangle which seemed to be trying to eat into her flesh through the resisting kid covering. Over her frock, and to accentuate her waist, she was wearing a short, corset-shaped belt of leather covered with gilt material. About seven inches deep in the front and four inches at the back, it tapered away from a point just below her breasts to the lacing position at the back where it was secured with a gold lace.
Susanne's maquillage was outstanding. Her face was a dream of cosmetic art and most difficult to describe adequately at all. Long eyelashes were mascaraed jet black and the eyelids themselves had been treated with "blue-gold" eye shadow. Cheeks were only slightly rouged, under a white face powder, but her lips had been drawn into a full cupid's bow and vividly colored in scarlet lipstick, in contrast to her pallid complexion and to tone with the scarlet dress. Black pendant earrings were swinging jauntily from her pierced lobes, for perfume she had selected my favorite "Cuir de Russie."
Really, the tout ensemble was staggering and, although in excellent taste, for the first moment or two it took my breath away. Such is always the case when I suddenly come across a really ultra-attractive woman. Momentarily I always "swim-away."
In answer to my question as to why she had obviously gone to so much trouble just to meet me, and particularly in view of the reason for the appointment, and what was to happen in three hours' time, she replied that of all nights, tonight she felt she wished to look her best. Having only met her a few times before, and not being very impressed, I was amazed at this wonderful transformation. She certainly did look her best. Very tempting, and most inviting! Such, then, is the pen picture of Susanne, and now I must get on with the events that matter.
From seven p.m. to ten p.m. the time went quickly enough. We dined well, had quite a few drinks and an odd dance or two. During a "twilight" waltz I was very conscious that Susanne's arm was circling my waist far too tightly and that she was altogether closer than was necessary. We were met with some queer looks from the other patrons and whether it was our apparent relationship or the bizarre costume of Susanne which attracted attention, I cannot say.
After collecting my case, with boots etc., we took a taxi to Cambridge Terrace and during the short trip Susanne continued to be attentive and affectionate.
The flat proved to be a cozy affair and, true to her word, all was in readiness and we were alone. She locked the door on the inside. The bed-sitting room had been cleared of furniture in the center, the electric fire had been left on to warm the room and a large tarpaulin had been spread in the center of the floor to protect the carpet and provide the "ring."
Cushions, pillows and blankets had been placed conveniently near by. In one corner, on a small table, were straps, lengths of rope, whips two small kitchen knives, first-aid kit, and drinks. Scotch, gin and port, all partly used but with ample remaining for our needs, and half a bottle of French brandy, together with glasses and soda water. Susanne had forgotten nothing.
By this time it was 10:20 p.m. and Susanne put out the main light and we sat by the fire with the aid of a small table lamp with an orange bulb. Rather dark, I thought, for the work we had to do, but none the less romantic, and on my suggestion we commenced to change into "battle-dress."
At 10:45, after lacing each other's corsets and boots, we were ready, save for the final touch-up with lipstick and powder. Susanne suggested that we commence operations at eleven p.m., and in the meantime we sat in our house coats before the fire, having a Scotch or two each one she poured out seemed to me to be a treble.
At 10:55 p.m. Susanne suggested that perhaps, after all, we might be close friends and so avert the bloodshed that was about to commence. We could keep the matter dark from Lucy and no one would be the wiser if only I would give her up. This enraged me very much and for reply, I told her to get the gloves.
"O.K.! " said Susanne, "but before we damage each other, could I please have one kiss?" This was granted, but as she forced me back in an embrace I was aware that her right hand (the left being round my waist) was wandering in prohibited areas.
The hands of the clock now pointed to eleven p.m., and we rose to put on the gloves. House coats were discarded and we now stood toe to toe in our boots, spurs and corsets and no other clothing above the waist.
The start was somewhat slow, neither seemed to want to hit the first blow. We circled around awaiting an opening blocking and side-stepping and this must have gone on for the first five minutes, with only a few light blows exchanged. Then suddenly, Susanne shot through my guard and landed a sizzling blow to my face with her left, which shook me quite a bit.
Quickly recovering, I waded in and started quick jabs to her body. Getting through her defenses, I scored heavily with a hard right to her stomach and while she was gasping for breath I could have followed up but stupidly allowed her to recover. For return, she came at me like a wild cat, using hard and fast rights and lefts to my face, forcing me backwards in circles. Unfortunately the gloves were of very light weight and I quickly found that in spite of my defensive action, she was hurting me very much.
Knowing that I must now attack, or fall, I stopped retreating and we got into a clinch. Forcing her off with my left I landed a beautiful punch to her jaw and she overbalanced on her high heels and went flat on her back on the floor. The blow was a powerful one and I noticed that I had drawn first blood. From the corner of her mouth a small trickle of blood appeared, no doubt from a cut lips. Looking up, she asked why I did not follow up, as there were no rules and all was fair?
Standing over her, I asked if she had had enough, but for answer was rewarded with a vicious kick in the thigh from her boot and in the next split second she was on her feet again. To date we had both taken considerable punishment and were equally groggy, but she gave no sign of wanting to throw in the towel. The fight now went on at a furious pace, hard hits, slashing and slugging for all we were worth and our strength gradually giving way.
Suddenly I received a heavy punch just below the left breast, which bowled me to the floor. Hardly was I down than Susanne was astride my body sitting horse-riding fashion and punching the wind out of my body.
At the same time she rained blows on my face and torso and I had to think quickly to avoid complete defeat, as in this position I was unable to offer any proper defense.
Thinking she had me beaten, she leaned down to get her teeth into my left nipple and, as she did so, I raised both knees and shot her over my head. In a flash I was first to my feet and, turning, caught her rising on one knee. As she was half way up I hit her a terrific punch to the face which sent her flat on her back.
For the moment I thought this was the "knockout" but to be sure I quickly straddled her prone body, ready to give her the final "works." She pleaded, however, for five minutes rest and since by this time we were both a couple of gory spectacles, my nose bleeding in addition to her nose and mouth, mixed up with running cosmetics, I agreed.
I WIELD THE WHIP
She didn't look at all happy as Madame helped her off with her housecoat. She knew she was going to be whipped and looked somewhat apprehensive as she glanced around at the preparations for the orgy at which she was to be the victim.
Madame had undoubtedly lived up to her reputation for providing beautiful girls, for this one was undoubtedly lovely and exquisitely turned out. She was wearing a small, narrow-waisted lacing corselet in pink broche, with long suspenders supporting black nylons, and white, high-heeled shoes. Her pubic mound was shaved and I could see the soft brown folds of her cunt as they fell away into the shadows between her round and well-shaped thighs. My prick swelled under the tension strap and my stomach felt lovely under the tight, restricting grip of my corset.
Madame then led her to the big chair, over the back of which she was to be whipped, and bound her firmly by the wrists and ankles. For several minutes I stood looking at her as she stood helpless in her bonds awaiting my desires. She was lovely! The twin swelling mounds of her bottom excited me and I dropped on my knees, smothering the cheeks with kisses, then parting them and tonguing the dark brown arsehole. At this she shivered gently and farted softly. Then, under Madame's watchful eyes, I began to whip my victim.
She was the daughter of an impecunious professional man who was in Madame's debt, and the daughter was paying this off by working in Madame's establishment for certain selected customers, of which I was the first. The girl was not a virgin for her fianc�, whom she was to marry shortly, had already broken her in in the normal way, still, her cunt interested me but little when I had finished with her, her bottom would be greatly stretched; she could keep her cunt for her husband-to-be!
Gently I drew the whip across that swelling bottom, tapping softly, each stroke slowly following, each getting a little harder than before, until she began to stir restlessly in her bonds as the pain grew. I felt my prick swell as I heard her first sharp intake of breath announcing that she was hurt. A few minutes later a low moan broke from her, followed rapidly by more until she was groaning loudly at each stroke. Then the moans became strangled cries of pain, followed by shrieks of pure agony as I plied and plaited leather mercilessly across her bottom and thighs. It would be many days before that soft skin rested comfortably upon a lavatory seat!
In my excitement I saw her crouching to relieve herself. It was as well that Madame's rooms were so well sound-proofed. Her screams were deafening as she struggled helplessly in her bonds, pleading in vain for me to stop. But her cries merely excited me further!
With a rush I threw myself onto her writhing body, my prick hard and demanding. In a moment my hands were fumbling between the white cheeks of her bottom, now crisscrossed with purple weals; but Madame was there to assist and in a trice she was holding my prick in one hand while the other pulled open our victim's bottom. In a few seconds my prick was inside, the girl screaming with pain as her ring was stretched wider than it had ever been done before by nature.
The feeling it gave me was gorgeous and I fucked her eagerly. She was young, and her muscles resilient and in a few minutes her cries dropped to moans which in turn soon ceased and after a while of steady movement, the silence was broken only by our gasping breathing. Then I felt her body give a movement in response to mine and a few minutes later she was moving in her bonds as though copulating normally.
Madame came over and after looking at her closely, said, "Come, child, come once you have had your first orgasm this way everything will seem natural."
A moment later I felt her anal passage contract around my prick and her body stiffened. I slipped my hand from her waist to her cunt it was dripping she was coming!
I fucked her furiously during the throes of her orgasm and continued until she once again began to show signs of excitement, when Madame released the straps and, still joined, I rolled her onto the couch where the intercourse continued.
She had several more orgasms during the evening and I, keeping inside her the whole time, came twice. At last she became so tired that Madame said I must come once more only, and stop.
"She has now lost all muscular control and when you withdraw she will empty her bowels as she kneels. Do you wish to see her do it or shall I plug her and take her to the bathroom?"
The thought of seeing this most beautiful girl performing the most intimate, natural function before me so excited me that I came almost immediately and as I relaxed after the spasm I gently withdrew my organ from her anal canal. At first she did not realize what had happened and then suddenly she let go a quiet hiss of wind and a look of desperation crossed her face.
She started to rise but the effort unleashed the flood; her hand went to her bottom as though to stop the tide but it was hopeless.
A WOODLAND IDYLL
It was only by the greatest of good luck that I saw them and had I taken the left-hand turning I would have missed the luckiest find of my career. I had been quite certain that this corner of the forest was deserted and that I would not meet anyone, in fact, if I hadn't been so certain I would certainly not have been walking along dressed as I was in only my corset, high-heeled shoes and tension strap, reveling in the glorious sensation of my adopted sex.
I first heard what sounded like a stick snapping followed by a gasp and spun round thinking that I had been observed, but I could see nothing, so stood listening for a moment. The crack came again, and again it was followed by the same human gasp. Another crack, and this time there was no doubt about it, it was followed by a little cry. I looked closely through the thick undergrowth and was rewarded by the sight of something white moving a few yards away.
I parted the ferns and saw them. They were both naked, without a stitch of clothing between them, but what interested me even more than their nakedness was the fact that the smaller of the two was bound to a tree with her arms around it, her breasts pressing against a towel that had been placed between her and the trunk to prevent her being scratched by the bark. The bigger and more fuller breasted of the two was wielding a small cane which she now brought down with a resounding crack on the well-shaped bottom of the pinioned girl, drawing a squeal from her which was a mixture of pain and enjoyment. The prisoner wriggled in ecstasy, pressing herself into the tree and trying to escape the next blow.
I watched in rapture as the whipping proceeded, both girls getting equal enjoyment out of the performance, although their roles were diametrically opposed. The big girl was now in a sexual frenzy and was whipping her companion quite mercilessly, until suddenly the victim began to have an orgasm, clinging to the tree trunk with her hindquarters jerking in rhythm as she spent.
This was too much for the whipper, for she threw aside the cane and cast herself upon the pinioned woman and, clasping her around the body, began to drive her organ against the bottom of the victim with quick, eager strokes of her thighs. The prisoner, realizing that her torturer was spending too, turned her head and offered her lips and the two clung together as their bodies jerked in unison.
The sight of these two lesbians in the throes of sexual enjoyment set me quivering with excitement and I could feel my penis swelling in spite of the restraining band of my strap. I waited eagerly to see what they would do next.
The big girl was obviously not to be satisfied with the one orgasm of her victim and now began to prepare her for another whipping by kissing her and fondling the more sensitive parts of her body. The prisoner was soon responding and the caning began again. Soon delighted animal squeals of pain and pleasure began to resound again through the little clearing and the prisoner was again clasping the hardness of the tree in ecstasy. The bigger girl now began to give herself an occasional cut with the cane in between the blows she rained upon her victim. She was evidently desirous of being whipped herself.
This was my opportunity to join in the revels and I came out from my hiding place. Once the two girls got over the preliminary shock of seeing me appear in the midst of their orgy, they agreed eagerly to my suggestion that I should join in and whip them both. It was only a matter of a moment to bind the late whipper into a similar position to her victim on the other side of the trunk and to begin the performance.
A corseted homosexual whipping two lesbians, both naked and bound quite firmly!
The powerful limbs of the bigger girl drew me irresistibly and at first I paid her most of my attention and in a few minutes I had her squealing with pain. She spent quite soon but I went on whipping until she again became excited and then turned my attention to the smaller of the two.
Oh! It was wonderful, and I soon had them crying for mercy but I refused to desist until they both spent again. When I released them, we all lay together on the ground, talking over future plans.
MY FIRST WHIPPING
I don't quite know when I first began to think of flagellation as a means of sexual expression, but the first actual steps that I took in that direction were just after the war when I purchased a riding crop with a view to getting someone to use it on me.
By this time I had begun to develop the bisexual side of my life that had originally started with the wearing of my grandmother's corsets, well before the war. Although I was still serving my wife regularly in the normal manner, I had begun to wear her underclothes, when she was not about, and had bought myself a corset through the post and from women's stores and had altered it to fit myself.
As I watched Dorothea undress in our bedroom and climb into bed beside me, and as I pulled up her nightdress to allow myself access to her private parts, and as I fingered her preparatory to rolling upon her and thrusting my stiffened organ into her vagina, I used to wonder what she would say if I asked her to whip me or if I suddenly one night appeared before her in a corset. But I was not sufficiently bold to find out and I eventually had my first experience of the whip at the hands of a London prostitute.
I spent a night in town, taking with me all my feminine undies and the little shield that I had designed to hide my organ and the obvious fact that I was a male. I first got well illuminated on brandy at my hotel and then dressed up in the corset and brassiere, which I had padded out to give a feminine outline. I then put on my suit and an overcoat to disguise the bulging line of my breasts and sallied forth to find a whore who would treat me as I wished to be treated something about which I was not too sure of!
I wandered about for some time and eventually, made brave by the brandy, told one woman who accosted me that I was looking for someone to whip me. Somewhat to my amazement she agreed quite readily, as though such requests were not at all unusual. She took me back to her flat where she first removed five pounds from me and then slipped out of her coat and dress, leaving herself clad in cami-panties, black silk stockings and high-heeled shoes.
I was a bit slow and was still in my shirt and trousers when she came across to me and began to fondle me. She first put her hand between my thighs and immediately felt the cover over my penis and then, reaching up quickly, felt the padded bra.
She immediately took command and ordered me to undress and was not content till I stood before her, clad only in my corset, padded brassiere and stockings. She then examined me closely, feeling my breasts and then pulling my penis out from the cover, began to squeeze it with her fingers until it was semi-stiff and then pushed it back inside again.
She next went to a cupboard and opening it showed me several canes and whips and asked me which I wished her to use on me. At the sight of all these weapons I felt quite weak and could only hang my head and blush. She evidently realized that I was now new to this sort of thing and, after watching me for a moment, took a short, whippy cane from the cupboard and told me to kneel beside the bed and bend over it with my hands above my head, holding the counterpane for support.
Then began my first whipping. She started with quite gentle strokes, laid on just below where my corset began. At the first cut I felt my penis begin to harden again and began to squeeze my testicles between my thighs. But she stopped this immediately and made me open my knees wide apart so that there was no pressure on the bag, and then began to whip me again.
The cuts were not hard enough to hurt but were sufficiently well laid on to make me gasp as each fell upon my naked bottom and thighs, and in a very few minutes my penis was as hard as steel and my balls were tight.
She was watching for this and, undoing the corset, whipped away the cover from over the organ, leaving me completely naked except for my padded brassiere. She then placed a big mirror under me so that I could see my testicles plainly reflected and began to whip me again, keeping up a running commentary, urging me to spend.
I could not last for long and a final light tap on my penis itself from the whip brought about the orgasm and I spent all over the mirror, watching my loins jerk out their seed at her bidding.
INITIATION
I don't know when it was that I first became aware of my foster parents' sex life, but the first occasion on which I was actually drawn into it was just after my fourteenth birthday. I awoke one night when they came to bed somewhat later than usual and were both somewhat drunk. I lay watching them undress and remember him helping her.
This was most unusual, for they normally undressed on opposite sides of the bed. He undressed first and was quite naked while she stood waiting for him, wearing only her corset, brassiere and stockings. He took her bra off first and began kissing and biting her big breasts and I remember being conscious for the first time of his prick, which was hugely erect and which to my girlish eyes was the greater part of him.
After several minutes of his fondling she became restless and, first undoing the suspenders, he took off her corset, dropping it on the floor and leaving her naked except for her stockings and shoes. They kissed for a few moments until he pushed her back onto the bed and I became the fascinated spectator of a man and wife copulating furiously.
As I realize now he was sexually much stronger than she and soon her body was shuddering as she spent. When she had finished spending he rolled over onto his back and she lay on top, still joined to him. It was during this period, while she was resting, that they became aware that I was watching. She tried to pull the sheet over their intertwined bodies but he would not allow it and rolled over again so that she was once more underneath him.
He began to fuck her furiously again and the noise of their panting struggles were loud in the room. She was now mentally quite subdued to him and made no objection when he made me take off my nightgown and lie beside them on the bed.
My stepmother was by now nearly exhausted and I can remember the look on her face as it was turned to me as she began to spend once more. Her mouth was open as she panted and sweat stood out on her forehead and upper lip and her hands feebly beat the bed beside her. Her whole body jerked quite uncon-trolably as she spent and her legs and thighs writhed frantically around her husband's waist and legs.
She was now exhausted and when he rolled onto his back again she lay quite relaxed and panting as he stroked her hair and sweating back. He was still proud and hard inside her and it must have been the seeming impossibility of satisfying him that made her cast her eyes on me as I lay somewhat frightened beside them.
She began to talk quietly and breathlessly to me, asking me if I would do something to make both of them happy; it would be something that grown-up girls would do, so I must regard it as a treat. When I nodded she whispered to him and slowly disengaged herself from him while he turned towards me and she lay behind him.
She reached over and took my hand and clasped it around his prick, holding her hand over mine. It was hot and wet and I could feel it pulsing in my grasp. I had a funny sort of feeling as she began to move my hand up and down and I began to rub my first man!
I was very quick on the uptake and it did not take long for me to find that the movements of my hand had a tremendous effect on him. Soon my stepmother had taken her hand away and he was straining as I excited him. He rolled again onto his back and his whole body writhed but my arm was aching by the time he was ready to spend.
I felt his prick go harder and hotter and swell in my grasp while his breath came in great gasps. Suddenly his whole body stiffened and his prick began to jerk in my hand. After one or two convulsive jerks a white creamy fluid shot from the penis and splashed onto his belly. Under my stepmother's instructions I rubbed him frantically while the lovely white juice was pumped from him. Almost a coffee cupful rolled stickily down his belly before he finally relaxed under my fingers.
My sexual adventures, of course, did not stop there and it was the obvious and complete sexual satisfaction that my stepfather obtained from my rubbing that led my stepmother to exploit me to the full. Although reveling in sexual intercourse with her husband, she was not sufficiently strong to satisfy him on every occasion that he desired it and she saw in me a perfect foil to help her out in her wifely duties.
I myself was on the edge of puberty and under her skilful handling blossomed sexually within a few weeks. My breasts were well developed for my age and she now made me massage them daily with creams. About the tenth day after commencing the massage, while sitting on the bedside rolling my nipples between my fingers and thumbs, while she lay reading in her underclothes, I began to experience a strange but pleasing sensation which started in my breasts and ran down into my belly. After a few minutes of this I began to fidget and my stepmother, glancing up from her book, realized what was happening to me.
She drew me down beside her and, holding me in her arms, made me continue the squeezing of my nipples. With her free hand she began to stroke my belly and in a few minutes her fingers were running over my thighs. My first sexual exercise had started and soon my body was stirring.
She pulled off my panties and my thighs were soon opening under guidance from her hand and in a minute or two she was rubbing me. She was very skilful at it and it was not long before I was spending over her fingers.
This was the second milestone in my sexual life, for it was on the next occasion that my stepfather sought sexual satisfaction that I was brought into the bed and, under the watchful eye of my stepmother, lost my virginity to my stepfather. Apart from the actual breaking of my maidenhead, which came as a sharp pain, and in spite of the size of his prick, it was not an ordeal and I graduated to womanhood some hour and a half later when he spent inside me. I had several wonderful orgasms, the last one coinciding with his.
After this he fucked me regularly and although he did not take it in turns to bed my stepmother and myself, she was able to rest on many occasions.
At first he only took me when my stepmother was present but soon he began to regard me as a second wife and would take me when and where it pleased him. The first of these occasions was when he did me against the edge of the kitchen table, without doing more than remove my panties and open his trousers. My stepmother, who heard the noise as the table rattled under our movements, came out to see what was happening, but after one glance at our writhing bodies, went back to her book in the living room. The kitchen table figured largely in my future life and it was some weeks later, while lying bent over it, I felt my stepfather's prick forced up into my bottom.
EARLY EFFORTS
I don't know when I really began to take an interest in sex proper, but my interest in feminism began at a very early age. My first contact with a woman was with my sister at the age of about twelve. I can't remember how it started, but we both stripped and examined each other in her bedroom. She was fascinated by the way my organ stiffened and I on my part tried to push it between her legs without really knowing what I wanted to do. I wasn't very successful and we didn't get a chance to repeat the experiment, so I can't say what might have happened.
It was about the same age that I began to find a strange interest in advertisements of all types of women's underclothing, particularly in those showing corsets, and this interest I cultivated by raiding my grandmother's wardrobe and stealing a spare pair of her corsets which I wore in my bedroom. She was a well-built woman and I had to pad the corset out so that it would fit tightly.
I would also wear her woolen combinations and heavy, directoire-type panties. While wearing these garments I found that my enjoyment could be increased by the wearing of a pad between my thighs and over my organ and the effect of this pad was increased again if it was damp and I took to the practice of urinating once I was fitted up and soaking the lower garments this again, in its turn, leading to the discovery that the odor of urine could be exciting.
It was about two years later that I was seduced by William, and although he did not bugger me I was placed a step farther on the road to sexual emancipation. I was at the height of my affair with Eileen at the time and had taught her to rub me off while I played with her organ and we used to have some wonderful orgies rolling about while we abused each other. Our efforts at copulation, however, were not very successful and she was not really broken in until some time later when she was done and put in the family way at the age of sixteen by another person.
It was William's failure to bugger me that really told me I was not quite like all other men, for I was bitterly disappointed at this lapse on his part as I felt that something was missing. This was particularly so on the second occasion that I slept with him for, although he held me in his arms and stroked me and kissed me while he played with my organ and although he made me rub him off, I felt that something was missing when he didn't try to enter me although he drained me quite dry with his fingers I did not feel as though I had been satisfied.
I then had various further affairs with girls of various types and experience, leading up to my marriage with Dorothea in 1940. She was a funny woman with regard to sex. She showed no interest in sexual intercourse while it was going on but would be annoyed if I didn't have relations with her at regular intervals.
She was a virgin when I married her and although I hurt her quite a bit the first night she seemed to take an odd pleasure in the fact and would not let me stop until she was broken in and I had spent. She had a good body for bed, being big, powerful, with broad breasts and thighs which I soon taught her to lock around the small of my back.
Owing to the war we were not able to live together for long periods, but I made her pregnant after we had been married a year and when she began to swell with the child I found pleasure in being seen with her in public, as I felt that everyone was saying how well I had done her.
In the latter stages of her pregnancy I found infinite pleasure in watching her undress and moving around the bedroom in her nightdress, and the sight of her doing this would invariably arouse me so that I was rampant by the time she had joined me in bed.
I would pull back the clothes as she climbed in, allowing her to see my erect organ I had kicked off my pajamas in anticipation and would lift up her nightdress as she lay down. Then, without further ado I would mount her and satisfy myself. By this time, of course, she was huge and I had to take all my weight on my arms, doing her in almost a kneeling position.
Much of my enjoyment, I am sure, was obtained from the fact that she was pregnant and her belly was swollen to such large proportions.
EVENING ADVENTURES
I picked her up at the corner of Bond and Regent Streets or perhaps it would be more correct to say that she picked me up. By then I had been wandering round for some time, looking for a likely woman. I had talked to several but had not found one who was prepared to entertain me all night and several, on learning I was corseted and wanted to be whipped, had turned me down.
She was a tall, well-built woman of about thirty, not bad looking and big breasted. She agreed to take me for the night and to whip me if I wanted it and we walked off to her flat which was not far off. She told me that she had had several customers that evening and was quite glad to get one for the remainder of the night.
The flat was a most comfortable one with an electric fire and discreetly shaded lamps and was beautifully warm after the cold outside. She put a kettle on and told me to undress while she put on a housecoat. She disappeared into the bathroom and I could hear her moving about as she talked through the half-open door, then, the sound of the lavatory seat and the hiss as she relieved herself.
I slipped out of my suit, leaving myself dressed in the cami-panties, corset, strap and stockings; with my high-heeled shoes taken from my overcoat pocket I was now ready but for my jewelry, which took but a moment to slip on.
The prostitute came into the room wearing a tight-fitting housecoat and spent several moments admiring my get-up. Then she gave me a quick hug and a kiss and we sat on the divan, smoking and talking while the kettle boiled.
While we drank the coffee she told me stories about the various men she had entertained at one time and another and it seemed that I was by no means the first who had found sexual satisfaction, through perversion, at her hands. She asked a lot of questions about me and expressed surprise that I had never been buggered by a man, and wanted to know why. I told her of my longing for a male lover but said I did not know how to go about finding one. I found myself speaking quite naturally to her about how my body craved to be taken by a male but how I had been unable to satisfy the craving.
She then asked me whether I would prefer to be fucked by a man rather than by her and I said yes. Whereupon she said that there were two "nancies" who shared the flat above hers; one of them was away but the other would be delighted to make love to me should she get him to come down?
Trembling with excitement, I said yes, and she called him up on the phone.
Some time later she was supervising my initiation. I was made to kneel on the bed and my elbows were strapped to my knees, while my knees were held wide apart by the insertion of a light metal strip that had obviously been designed for the purpose. It was not a comfortable position but neither was what followed!
The nancy was a small and lightly-built man, but when he undressed his genitals were huge. He was obviously very excited and he began fondling me and kissing me as I crouched in my bonds on the bed.
The prostitute sat down in a chair beside the fire and watched the show.
First he began stroking my back and I quivered as he ran his finger tips up and down the base of my spine, below my corset. His prick began to swell and soon it was standing proud and erect. He was completely circumcised and looked a fine figure as it stiffened.
He bent over me, still stroking my back, and told me to kiss it, which I did. It was hot and hard and my bowels felt quite liquid at the thought that in a few minutes that rod would be up my bottom. His fingers were now busy with the buckles on my tension strap and it dropped away, exposing my anus and leaving my genitals hanging between my outstretched thighs. Then I felt a finger probing between my cheeks and he began to gently rub my butt-hole.
He moved behind me, kneeling on the bed and I felt his lips press urgent kisses on the cheeks of my bottom and I heard his quick, excited breath as he maneuvered himself into position to take me. Then a warm, hard thing which was not his finger pressed between my cheeks and against the entrance to my rectum.
This was it! I was about to be buggered at last!
I gave a little moan of excitement as his hands clasped my waist above my hips and he began to make little jabbing movements of his loins. Slowly my ring began to stretch under the inexorable pressure until I began to feel as though my bowels were being torn open.
I tried to escape and began to protest, telling him to stop as he was hurting me but to no avail. He had me where he wanted me and I was quite helpless in my bonds. The pain was terrible and I began to cry out and the prostitute came over and sat on the bed beside me and began stroking my hair, comforting me saying that I was going through what every woman suffered when she was deflowered by a big man. It was agony and she held my head in her lap, stifling my cries in her housecoat.
He was now about halfway into me and was panting with excitement, his hands gripping my corseted waist as I tried to struggle in my bonds. But ages of experience had gone into my binding and little boys, as well as men, were helpless in my position.
He was now right into me. I could feel his organ far up in my entrails and his stomach was pressed tightly to my bottom. The pain was awful and I was moaning and crying as he rested for a moment, savoring his complete conquest of me. The prostitute continued to stroke my hair and murmur comfort but doing nothing to stop him from enjoying me.
He now began to fuck me properly and my anus felt as though a red hot poker had been thrust up it. My belly and testicles ached and my prick was hard, and as each stroke of his loins I felt his testicles bump against mine.
But slowly the agony began to dull as my ring stretched and his organ was lubricated by the grease from my bowels. With long, slow strokes he began to wear me down, withdrawing all except the knob and then thrusting slowly up again until he was as far in as he could get. And as the pain eased so my sexual desires took control and just as women throughout the ages have found delight in the joy that comes after the first pain, so I began to savor my buggery.
My prick was hard and tentatively I pushed my bottom to meet the next movement of my master and thrilled as I felt his testicles press against mine. My moaning ceased and my breath quickened and I began to copulate. It was still painful but above the pain was another wonderful feeling; a submission to my bonds and my wonderful master and a desire to feel him move faster came over me.
The prostitute, who in her wisdom had known that the phase of my struggles would soon pass, released my head and returned to the fireside, leaving me to my master.
Soon the pain was forgotten and I was doing all that my bonds would allow to help the man on my back, whose prick was throbbing deep inside me. Then, realizing that I was broken and cooperative, he undid the straps holding my elbows to my knees and pulled away the bar that held my thighs apart. Gratefully I stretched and he rolled me onto my side, thrusting his knees between my legs, holding himself inside me.
It was lovely! I smiled at the prostitute as she sat watching our union. I lay in my lover's arms, his hands around my waist slim, strong hands that had held my during my virgin struggles, his knees thrusting between mine, strong and masculine between my feminine stockings and the bare flesh above. Then my shaven prick, hard and erect, almost ready to burst and send the semen spurting onto the bedclothes, for I knew my orgasm must not be far off.
I began to whisper that I would soon be coming and he told me to hold it until he was ready just a moment. He rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him, locking his legs inside mine and holding them wide apart, his arms locked around my corseted waist, his teeth biting the back of my neck. In this position he began to fuck me furiously. I felt his prick grow hot inside me and then he told me to spend.
I could have held out no longer even had I wanted to and my genitals heaved as I felt his prick swell in my anus. Then in one blinding moment our bodies melted into one and we both began to spend and we jerked uncontrolably in an orgasm. The white creamy juice from my loins spurted high up on my stomach as I felt his wash into my intestines. It was the most wonderful sensation that I had ever known and as my prick softened I knew that the agony had been well worth while.
But now came the more mundane side of buggery; a side that I had not given much thought to but I was in the hands of experts and .as I lay gasping but content, relaxed on top of my lover, I saw the prostitute standing beside the bed with a basin, sponge and towel. My lover's prick was softening and suddenly I knew that I had no control over my bowels, as he withdrew his penis so all my belly would drop away. From under the bed she pulled a chamber and, placing it on the floor beside the bed, stood over us.
Quickly I was lifted and as my lover's prick slipped away, I moved to the chamber only just in time for I was quite unable to control myself a second longer and my bowels emptied themselves on one long rush. I was horribly embarrassed as I sat there and my face must have shown it, for my companions began to laugh as she sponged his now softened prick. And then it was my turn and I was washed and powdered and once again strapped up. The prostitute lent me a nightdress and dressing gown and for a while we sat talking by the fire.
I slept between them that night, the sleep of utter exhaustion but with an incredible feeling of happiness and submission. I dreamed that my lover's arms were around me and awoke to find it daylight and his organ hard against my thigh. His hands were running over me and soon my nightdress was around my waist, my strap undone and I was ready for him.
My bottom was still sore and it hurt for a moment as he slipped into me but in a few moments it was gone and we were copulating frantically together as the prostitute continued to sleep.
FAMILY RELATIONS
This is a photograph of young Julie and was taken in my bedroom. (Sorry, no photograph in this book. Ed.) She is my niece and I can quite truthfully say our relationship was a good deal closer than is normal between an uncle and his niece! In fact it was so close at times that it would have been possible to say we were one!
I seduced her after her sixteenth birthday and afterwards lay with her regularly on her bi-weekly visits even after her marriage.
She was a very passionate little thing and proved a very apt student of the sexual arts, and although I actually broke her in, in rather an informal manner, having removed only her panties, I normally stripped her before taking her.
This photograph shows her taking off her panties and, as you can see by her expression, actually teasing me by her slowness.
I deflowered her after lunch one day when we had both had several drinks and were fooling about. I had always talked sex to her and encouraged her to act sexily when we were alone, and at the time she was lying back outstretched over the edge of a divan with her knees raised so that I could see right up her panties. Her big breasts were outlined by a tight sweater and she looked most desirable. I told her to adjust her dress or I would come and get her, but all the minx did was to pull up her skirt to her waist.
It was too much for me. I had her panties off before she knew what was happening, pulled out my prick and was between her thighs.
She made no effort to get up, just lying in the same position smiling at me, no girl looking forward to the loss of her virginity with greater eagerness.
The breaking of her maidenhead caused her practically no pain at all and she was soon moving her body with youthful enthusiasm as I coached her.
INITIATION ACT
Carol was now securely strapped in a kneeling position and Mary and Evie stepped back. Evie picked up the whip again and gave a few well-placed cuts to the upturned bottom, each wringing a gasping squeal from Carol, who was this kept at the height of sexual excitement while Mary unbuckled my strap and teased my prick into erection.
It was the first time Carol had had anything larger than a forefinger up her butt and she squealed and struggled quite a bit as I pushed into her. It was undoubtedly hurting her, but she could not escape from her bonds and my lusts were so much aroused that her cries merely urged me on.
She was openly crying by the time I was half way up her, begging me to stop as I was splitting her, but my blood was roused and I pressed on until I was as far in as I could get. I then leaned my weight on her posterior and back and reaching round, grasped her breasts. I lay quite still for a while, scarcely moving, except to squeeze her nipples.
Soon the ache in her anus began to dull and her crying stopped. I moved my prick slightly and she began to breathe more heavily. She was being broken in.
A quarter of an hour later I was fucking her steadily and she was now moaning with sexual excitement, her hand feverishly playing with her cunt. Evie and Mary, seeing that she was now broken, began to dry fuck each other. Each with a hand in the other's cunt they stood face to face, breasts and lips pressed together while their hindquarters went through the motion of copulation. It always satisfied me to see two women copulating, and my own efforts on Carol's back improved considerably.
I controled myself as long as I could and it was a most delicious fuck. I've always had rather a liking for a girl's bottom, in many ways preferring it to her cunt, and it was particularly nice with Carol being bound. The only part of her that could move was her hand and all she could do with that was to rub herself which, as her climax came nearer, she began to do furiously.
Mary, as usual, by now was pressing Evie back, taking the upper hand. The big blonde woman seeming almost to envelop her small brunette companion.
The timing of everyone in the room, although not simultaneous, was nearly so. Mary began to spend and Evie followed suit, which sent me off and Carol, feeling my prick jump inside her, began to come, too.
EARLY DAYS
John had been buggering me regularly for some nine months before he took me to any of the parties that were to play such a large part in the sexual relationship that had sprung up between us since he first seduced me. By the time I was eighteen I was quite accustomed to whipping him and being whipped myself, while the feel of his organ, hard and hot, far up my rectum was something to make me delirious with excitement.
He had been talking about how best to celebrate my eighteenth birthday for some time and had been very mysterious about it all as he eventually announced that he had at last thought up a treat that would satisfactorily mark the occasion. But he wouldn't tell me anything about it all.
It was not until the evening before that he finally announced what the "birthday present" was to be. It was to be a special party at a brothel! I had known for some time that he had other sexual companions and that women came into his life in some manner or other but in what way I did not know.
Ever since he had begun to make me dress as a girl and wear corsets and feminine underwear and in every way act as he did in the bedroom, I had considered that I supplied everything that a woman could do for him. It was therefore with surprise that I heard that we were to spend the night at a place that I had always been under the impression was used only by men who had their sexual intercourse with women.
On the day in question he came to the flat in which he had set me up very early in the evening and spent some time in petting me before making me dress for going out. He laced my corsets until I could scarcely breathe and my tension strap bit into my waist over the corset, holding my testicles deep inside my belly. Previously I had never been allowed outside the flat when dressed in this manner, and I did not know how I would feel walking about in public dressed as a woman.
But there was not much time spent in public, for he whisked me across the pavement and into his car and off we drove. I had a little difficulty in getting into the car for I was wearing a very tight skirt and did not have much room to move my legs, but I was soon settled comfortably beside him as we drove out to a large house some way in the country set in its own grounds.
We left the car on the drive and the door was opened by a maid-servant who showed us into a small room where we left our hats and coats. It seemed that John had engaged a suite of rooms for the party and that he and I were to act as host and hostess to the guests that he had invited.
The first of these to arrive were the eight girls from the brothel that he had engaged. These were all clad as they would be to receive a client, in various stages of undress. One well-built girl wore nothing but black net stockings rolled down to just above her knees, while some were dressed in knickers and bra, with others wearing corsets altogether a varied selection!
John made me take off my dress and appear with only my close-fitting cami-panties over my corset and padded bra. I was overcome with embarrassment, the girls who began to compliment me on my figure, but began to settle down when I found that they were treating me as a woman and not a boy in women's underwear. The embarrassment returned, however, when the first guests arrived, for they were dressed as for a normal party although the man was wearing women's clothes and the woman male ones.
They had brought a birthday present which was all boxed up and with great excitement I began to open it. The woman, who acted the man, put her arm round me and kissed my ear, whispering that they had chosen the present as I was now reaching the age when I would need it after all, John could not be with me the whole time and I must have something to keep me occupied while he was not around.
Greatly puzzled, I opened the box and unwrapped what appeared to be a model of a penis in erection together with testicles and a long curving handle. The prick was made of heavy surgical rubber and looked amazingly life-like, with its balls hanging down. John explained that this was a dildo and used by women to satisfy themselves when there was no man available to take them. He promised to show me how to use it on my self in order to obtain an orgasm without touching my organ at all.
This was my first intimation that women indulged in the very familiar game of masturbation, and up till then I had for some reason or other considered that it was something confined to men and boys. After all, if I could get an orgasm through the pressure of John's prick up inside my bottom, why shouldn't I do the same by working this new plaything up it as well! I made a mental note to try it as soon as the opportunity offered, though judging by the way the party was developing I was not going to need the help of any artificial penis for a little while.
The remainder of the guests were now coming in and whereas at a normal party the newcomers would shed their hats and coats, at this party they were shedding all sorts of garments. The majority of the men were corseted and many of them wore tension straps, but by no means all. It seemed that the male members were divided into two, firstly those who were acting as women and secondly those who were taking the normal role of a male when with a woman. The interesting part of it all to an outside observer would have been the fact that both types were equally at home in the company of the other.
The women in their turn were similarly divided, while the whole of this strange party were inextricably mixed up; a true male with a true female, a true male with a female man, a true female with a female acting the male and so on. Every variety seemed to be catered for.
I didn't, however, have very much time to consider things at this stage of the party as I was the center of attraction. All as they arrived were introduced to me by John, whose relationship with me seemed known to all. Each guest brought some small gift, all in the same erotic line as the first; silk female undies, a whip, a series of canes, ear-rings designed to be worn on my nipples, several huge controls to be worn up my bottom, and a baby's layette which was given, as the donor said, in the knowledge that I would want to bear John a child!
Drink was soon flowing freely and there was an air of abandon about everything. Small petting parties were going on all over the room and as the moments went by they became more and more advanced in their intimacy. John was very attentive to me, and I felt that it would not be long before he began to make love to me openly. I still did not know what my reactions would be if my lover were to take me before an audience, but already the thought of our sexual agonies being watched by the guests was already stirring me in a manner that I did not fully understand. My feelings were not yet to be put to the final test, for now began a series of floor shows put on by the whores who had been engaged for this purpose.
The first of these examples of sexual excess and perversion was a whipping, the victim being a young girl of no more than some sixteen years. She had been wearing a somewhat juvenile cami-knicker, through which her figure showed promise of a full future. The cami-knicker was now taken off her by the two older women, who acted as the whippers and she was left in nothing but her suspender belt and stockings. She looked most' entrancing and innocent as she was led to a sort of wooden framework that acted as a whipping horse and strapped firmly to it.
This held her in a bending position with her bottom uppermost, the skin tightly stretched. Her legs were held wide apart while her breasts hung over the padded bar that ran across her and below as a support for her body. Her hands grasped two handles that were positioned so that she could cling to them when her torture began.
This was not long, for one of the two women who had tied her now took up a short whippy leather cane and the flagellation began. Slowly at first with the blows only flicking gently across the girl's cheeks and between her thighs but slowly growing harder as she and the audience became more and more excited, until the first moan of pain was wrung from her lips. Then she began to struggle and in a few moments her moans changed to cries, getting louder as the agony became insupportable, until at last the first scream was wrung from her lips.
Although I had been whipped many times myself and had wielded a whip on John, this was the first time I had seen a flagellation as a spectator and I was thrilled by it. The rippling of the girl's muscles and the quivering of her breasts as she struggled to escape fascinated me and the sound of her screams was music. John, realizing my rising mood, made the most of it and began exciting me further. His hands were at my breasts, teasing my nipples while he kissed me, biting my neck. His fingers ran tantalizingly up and down my thighs.
I began to want him badly and the audience mattered not at all. All that was important was that I should feel his fleshy rod forcing up into my bottom. Panting, I undid his tension strap and thrilled gorgeously as I saw his big prick straighten out and stiffen. I longed to unbuckle my own strap but knew that was forbidden and that only HIS hands might release it. But I had not long to wait, for now that his prick was free he was as urgent as I.
As I held his big, warm, throbbing organ in my hand he undid me and I lay back on the couch, lifting and opening my thighs to receive him. Gently I drew him towards me, guiding his prick between the cheeks of my bottom until it was nudging the ring of my arsehole. A push of his loins and he was beside me, causing me to gasp as I stretched to receive him. My legs were pulled yet further up until I lay beneath him with my thighs pressed to my breasts and my legs crooked over his shoulders.
I looked between us and saw my own stiffened prick, soft yet springy and heavy with emotion, while below my testicles his prick, sticky and already brown, disappeared inside my bottom. It was this first glimpse of his virility that always brought about an orgasm for me and knowing this he fucked me quickly until my prick gave its first convulsive jerk that heralded the coming. He then withdrew until only his knob was inside me and knelt, motionless, over me while I jerked my semen out onto my stomach and my prick fell limp again between us.
Then he began to fuck me in earnest, grinding my softened genitals between us, throwing my body around and making me try position after position. Finally in the position that most boys are buggered for the first time I felt his ardor coming to a head and my own prick stiffen again in response.
As though by arrangement the girl who was being whipped now began to approach the orgasm that would end her torment. But although our orgasms were but the flowing of our semen, she was made by her tormentors to evacuate her bladder and bowels simultaneously with the release of her sexual juices.
It was one of the most wonderful orgasms I had ever had. I saw the girl begin to piss and the muscles of her bottom strain as John began to come inside me. A final jerk of his prick and I felt the hot juice pump into my belly and with that first gout I began to spend again myself.
The room had by now taken on a truly debauched air, couples were copulating or abusing each other everywhere, while the strong smell of excreta began to mingle with the fumes of tobacco and alcohol.
As I lay gasping weakly as John's penis softened and slipped out of me, I felt a great sympathy with the girl who had been whipped. Her two tormentors had released the bonds that held her but she continued to lie exhausted, spread-eagled on the whipping frame.
My introduction to sexual perversions now became rapid. Whereas until this evening I had always thought that buggery was limited to males, I now saw women lying together doing new things to one another. On one couch a large, heavily-corseted woman with huge breasts held up by a ponderous sling-type brassiere, was sucking frantically at the cunt of a young girl who could not have been more than sixteen years old. Every nerve and muscle of the older woman seemed to be straining to suck out the young one's intestines while she writhed and moaned in an excess of sexual agony.
I watched the girl struggle as though to escape from the masterful grasp of the elder woman who held her down as she strove to excite the young body to yet higher levels. It soon became apparent that the elder woman was obtaining sexual satisfaction from the struggles of the other and that she was about to have an orgasm brought about by the girl's wriggling, although her own sexual organ had not been touched. It was my first introduction to the remote form of masturbation.
The young girl was now spending and beating the couch feebly with her hands as her body tensed. While her mistress, having gained the upper hand, began to come herself; the heavy body tensed and from her organ spurted small gouts of liquid which fell upon the belly of the girl and lay wetly in the lamplight. At last she seemed satisfied and lifted herself off the girl and, bending over her, pressed lips still wet from her cunt upon her in a long kiss. Slowly the younger girl's hands lifted and began to caress the huge breasts of her mistress, tenderly as though to thank them for what they had come to her. A few moments later they were sipping a drink together.
On another couch near to us lay two men, homosexuals, who were busily engaged in sucking each other. They were both quite naked and lay side by side, feet to head, each holding the organ of the other in his hand, kissing and sucking the knob as he tried to draw the other. Although John had sometimes made me show this to him, it was the first time that I had seen it done between two men and I wondered how long they would be able to hold out. John was very susceptible to this form of play and would always come very quickly when I began to suck him, but these two evidently had great experience of each other and wished to draw it out as long as they could, for when one or the other came too near his climax he would reach out and touch the head of his lover and stroke it. This would be the sign for the other to stop sucking and allow the excited one to regain enough of his composure before continuing his sucking. They eventually both came together and as they spurted semen at one end they drank it at the other.
