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BLACKMAILED

Penned by: Miss Deborah (Debi) Leigh Johnson



Chapter One



Brinnnggg!  Brinnnggg!

"Hallo?" I was kind of tired and I had almost started dozing off when
the damn phone rang, even though I was at the office.

"Uhhh... Good afternoon. Have I reached D. L. Johnson's telephone
number?"

I did not recognise the voice, but since I have over 750 clients, that
is not too surprising.  Most of my business is initiated by one of my
clients calling me, so I often got calls like this. So, as it might
mean some new business, I immediately put on my professional voice,
and responded warmly, "Yes you have. This is D. L. Johnson's office.
How may I help you today?'

"Uhhh... You sell life insurance and you sell investment plans,
right?"

"Yes I do.  So, how can I be of  help you today?"

"Well,... Errr... I have... I have an investment plan that I want to
talk to you about. I just know that you will be interested in it."

"Uh, excuse me sir, but  there may be some misunderstandings here. I
do not buy investments from clients. I sell investment funds to
clients."

"Yes... I know all about that. In fact... I must admit that I know a
great deal about you, already."

"You..? You do? I don't recognise your voice?" This call was turning
out to be a real puzzlement.

"Yes... I do, actually... I... I really really do... Know a lot about
you, that is."

My hands began to sweat and I could feel my breathing becoming a
little more shallow, as my heart began to beat rapidly in my chest. I
felt a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. I'd sort of half been
expecting a call like this one, and I was terrified that this was the
call I'd been expecting. I'd dreaded it, and yet in some strange way,
I also had looked forward to it's coming. None the less, I was
nervous, and scared. This I knew was going to be something that I had
no control over. I would be vulnerable, and unable to protect myself.

You see, about four months ago, I had come into my office at 6:00
a.m., one Thursday. The first thing that I saw, when I got out of my
car, was a great big gaping hole in the frame of the door, where the
lock's tumbler should have been. I knew what it meant.  A sick feeling
hit me square in the face. I felt weak. I did not want to face this
reality that had intruded itself into my peaceful life style. I knew
the one thing that I feared most of all, had finally happened. Now
that I was face to face with it, I did not know how I felt.

My office is located in a small strip mall of two restaurants and
three stores. I rented one of the stores for my office. I am a
financial planner, and I no longer wanted to work out of my home's
basement office, so I had rented this store three years earlier. 

Every one of the stores and restaurants in this mall had been robbed
in exactly the same way, only three nights previous to my new
discovery. I'd thought that I had been passed over, but it was not to
be. I should have known better.

In anger, fear and frustration, I yanked the door open and stepped
inside. My eyes fell on the spot, the empty spot where my notebook
computer should have been, where I'd left it the night before. I'd
left it there last night, thinking that my office was pretty safe.. It
had never been broken into before. The locks all seemed good. I had
even had a locksmith check my doors, and he'd told me that everything
was pretty secure. Now this.

Confused, angry, and scared, I looked around some more. The television
and the VCR that I use sometimes to make sales presentations was also
gone. Carefully, and slowly, I walked around the premises. An ornate
gold desk clock was gone. So was a brand new walkman. Then I noted
that the culprits who had broken in, had taken not only the computer,
but the printer cable, and the most  important thing, the security key
for my computerised client files, as well as the adapter for plugging
the computer into the wall, and the computer carry case. They left the
three printers, but they had taken the printer cable. They knew
exactly what they had wanted.

I noticed that the cash box was on the seat of my office chair. They
had taken about $200 of quarters and larger coins, already rolled mind
you, and they had dumped the pennies on the floor. I was pissed, to
say the least. It wasn't bad enough that they had stolen so much, but
then they also left me the nasty task of picking up a couple of
dollars of pennies from the floor. Shit...

But I had a concern that worried me even more. This was a concern that
I could not tell the police about.

I had to sit down and let myself regain my composure before I did
anything else. After a few moments, I roused myself and went to the
phone to call the police, and report the robbery. Then I waited, as I
wondered what was going to come out of this robbery.

I also called the locksmith's shop next, and had the locksmith come
out to replace the tumbler, and to put an anti robbery security sleeve
around the tumbler, so that kind of thing could not be repeated. I
asked him to inspect the back door to the office, and he told me that
it looked pretty secure as it was. He told me not to worry about it.

Then the police came, and took about an hour examining everything, and
asking many questions. I learned that the neighbourhood where my
office is, though in a wealthier part of the town, and on a main drag,
had been having many break and enters over the previous two weeks. The
night that I was robbed, so was a convenience store that was almost
directly across the street from me, and the gas bar in front of it had
been robbed at knife point the night before my robbery.

I hoped and prayed that whoever stole it, could not figure out how to
use the security key. But there was still more to come.

When I came into the office on the following Saturday morning, I was
astounded to find that I'd been burgled again. I was ready to pull my
hair out. This time, it was through the back door, the one that the
locksmith had told me was pretty secure.

Once again, I called the police. This time they sent two officers out.
One was to record the break in, and the other was a specialist in
finger printing. As far as I could tell, there was nothing taken on
the second occasion, but it was obvious that my storeroom and been
searched very thoroughly. The robber(s), if they were the same ones,
and the police were inclined to think that they might have been, sure
had a lot of gall to come back two nights later. They must have
thought that I had already replaced everything that was stolen.

The locksmith came again, and he put a large dead bolt into the back
door. He assured me that that was not a lock that could be picked
easily.

The police told me that the car dealership across the road from me had
been broken into, as had a lawyer's office that was in the same
building as the convenience store that had been robbed the previous
Wednesday. As well, one of the restaurants in my mall was also broken
into that Friday night. He told me that on that Saturday morning, that
they were investigating 22 reported break ins from the previous night.

Needless to say, I was alarmed. With the help of the police, I
determined that I had lost about $9,000 of property, that there was a
snow ball's chance in hell, of ever getting any of it back. 

This was a cause for great fear for me. The computer, worth about
$7,500 was insured with a $500 deductible, but nothing else was
insured. I would not get the price of the computer back, but the
insurance coverage only covered the balance of my lease payments, so
that I could get a new computer right away from the leasing company. I
figured that I lost about $4,000 that I had already paid into the
leasing company for it.

But that was not what upset me the most about it.

You see, I had a closely guarded secret, and there was evidence of
this secret in my computer files. 

I am a closet transvestite, with a very active imagination. I have had
very little experience with men, but I have had enough past experience
to know one thing for certain. And that was that when I am dressed up
as a girl, that there is nothing that I like doing more, than going
down on a masculine man. 

Because of my overly active imagination, I write out all of my
fantasies. I write them all out, in rather graphic detail to. Some of
them, I have even been paid for publishing in books that cater to the
transvestic oriented people in our society.

In the computer, in a hidden directory, were a large number of stories
that I had written. All the themes of the stories were pretty similar.
In all of them, for what ever reasons, I would find myself dressed up
in feminine clothing, and acting just like a woman, especially in the
sexual role with men. 

I freely admit that I have this fascination for being completely and
utterly feminised, and then performing fellatio on a masculine man. In
short, I love to dress up as a woman, be romanced by a masculine man,
and then spend a long time sucking their cocks for them. In my mind, I
admit to myself that I am a fairy and a cock sucker. I know that this
is not accepted too well in normal society, but this is my inner
nature. I have had to learn how to live with it.

Well, I guess that I might just as well admit the utter and complete
truth. In my own mind, I picture myself as being a sissy... A fairy...
I am a fairy who really likes to suck cocks. I have, early in my life,
been able to dress up a couple of times, and act like a woman with a
man. I let them kiss me, and feel me up, and I rewarded them by
sucking their cocks, or I should say, I let them reward me by letting
me suck their cocks, till I had made them cum in my mouth. I had not
had the chance to do it very often, but every time that I had done it,
I had loved being the girl in the sex role that I played. 

I am 45 years old, and I have only had five boyfriends since the age
of eighteen, which was the year that I did it for the first time. And,
I had never seen the men a second time. But, I had done it enough to
be sure that I liked being a woman, when I was dressed up. I liked
doing what real women do with men. I loved being kissed and I really
loved feeling a man's hands all over me, especially up under my
skirts, fondling me through my silk panties. I not only liked it, but
I was constantly fascinated, and fantasising about it. I did not like
the idea of being classified as a fairy, but I have to be honest. I
have been a fairy all of my life.

My worst fear had come to past, though. I was afraid that whomever it
was that had stolen my computer, would find a way to get into the
hidden files, and find out what was in my over active feminine
imagination. 

>From the quality of the tone of voice in my left ear, my worst fears
>had come home to roost. This did not sound like a man who was going
>to let me off the hook. Even though he had incriminating evidence
>against himself, he was willing to call me. 

I knew that this was a guy who was a lot braver than I ever would have
been. One thing though in his favour, was the question of whether I
would admit publicly, why he had called me. I would not want to do
that publicly. He had taken the chance that I would never want to have
my secret inclinations made known to the general public. 

He was right. I would do anything that he would require of me, for him
to keep my secret. That was how black mail flourished, wasn't it?

"Uhhh... Wha... What do you mean, you know a great deal about me?"

"Well now... That's a pretty fair question. Let me see now. To start
with, a friend of mine found out about a used computer that was sold
to a friend of a friend of his. It sounded like too good a deal to
pass up. Now I know just how good a deal it really was. Last week, I
bought it from my friend's friend. 

You can just imagine how shocked, and I must admit, I was also rather
delighted to, when I was able to get into the hidden word-processor
directory, and find all kinds of delightful little stories in there. I
did it out of curiosity, just because I wanted to know what I had
gotten for myself. The fact that the directory was hidden made it all
the more fascinating and intriguing. I... I have read all about your
pretty little fantasies, Miss Debi."

"Uhhh... I... Uhhh... I don't know what you are talking about?" I
hoped that I was not really hearing this. I wanted it to all be a bad
dream. I hoped that I could bluff my way out of this one. But, there
was a strange kind of excitement to, knowing that I was going to be
forced, against my own will, to do what I had always wanted to do, in
my most secret of thoughts. I started growing a hard on in my panties.

"Oh... Come now my pretty little Miss Debi. Don't play the coquette
with me. I know what you really want... Oh, indeed I do... And I can
assure you, I intend to take full advantage of this golden opportunity
that had fallen into my path. You will get what you want, by doing
what I want you to do. I intend to get to know you very well, Miss
Johnson."

"You... You do???"

My mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls. My hands shook. I felt
feint, like I was going to black out or something. I did not know what
was going to happen now. But, I also had an erection growing in the
panties that I was wearing under my business suit. I knew that this
stranger was going to force me to live out my fantasies, for his own
sexual pleasures.

"Yes, indeed I do... Miss Debi. And you know what, honey?"

"Uhhh... What?"

"I got really turned on when I read all about how you like to dress up
real pretty like. I read about how much you like for a man to take
charge of you, and how you would like to spend many hours kneeling in
front of your boyfriends, and suck their hard cocks for hours at a
time. Well honey... I have been looking for a girl like you for a very
long time. The very idea that I can have a pretty girl kneel down in
front of me every time that I want a blow job is a terribly exciting
proposition for me. I can not imagine how a girl like you could ever
want to do such a thing, but the fact that you really do like to suck
cocks, really turns my crank, pretty lady. What do you think about
that, Miss Debi?"

I was silent as the fear coursed through me. I decided to try and risk
some bravado. "You must have me confused with somebody else. I am not
like that at all. I... I'm going to hang up now. Good day..."

"Oh, Sweetness, I would not do that, if I were you..."

"You wouldn't? Why not?"

"Miss Debi, I found out how your client file key works, and I have
been able to figure out the passwords to. So, I know the names of all
of your clients. I know the name of your manager. And, Princess, you
better know that if I called you, I would have no qualms about calling
them either. So, honey, are you going to be my sweet obedient docile
and respectful young lady friend, or do I need to play hard ball with
you?"

My life seemed to freeze for a long moment. I did not know what to do.
I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to ask him where he lived, so
that I could get all dressed up and go over there to see him in
person. I had to admit, I had a huge hard on in my panties, as I was
listening to him. It was as though his masculinity was weaving some
kind of mysterious controlling kind of spell over me, and it was
terribly exciting to me.

"Uhhh... What do you want from me?"

"Young lady, what I want is for you to become my very special little
girl friend. I want to meet with you at least once every two weeks,
and I want for you to make the kind of gentle love to me, just the way
that you have done to your men lovers before me. If you do that, I
promise that I will try and be the kind of man that your stories
indicate that you are looking for. I rather like the idea of being the
kind of gentleman Don Juan that you seem to be so fascinated with
giving blow jobs to."

My forehead was pouring sweat from it's pores, and I grasped the phone
tightly. Fear coloured my every perceptions. I knew that I had no
choice, but to do what this man wanted me to do. He was so masculine,
and so dominant. A part of me could not wait for the chance to be
dressed up, and kneeling in front of him. He turned my crank in a big
way. and he knew it to. He had my written fantasies to know exactly
what kind of man turned me into a vulnerable and weak little feminine
personality.

"Are you still there, honey?"

"Yea... Yes." It seemed strange to me, that I should be answering to
the name of 'Honey'. But, I did."

"Well, honey, do you want to become my new special girl friend?"

"I... I guess that I do not have any choice, do I?"

"Honey, that is not the question that I asked. I asked if you 'wanted'
to become my girl friend? Do you?"

"I... Uhhh... Yes? I guess so?" I wanted to say no to him, but I felt
like I was under his spell or something. I had to try and salvage some
of my dignity. "I don't have any choice, do I?"

"No. I guess that you don't. But I also know that you really do want
to be my special girl friend to."

I sighed with a deep resignation. Much as I hated the idea of being
forced to do things like this, by a total stranger, I had a  very
painful hard on throbbing against the silken insides of my panties. As
I thought about seeing the same man over and over again, and of
sucking his cock every time that I would see him. He sounded so
wonderfully masterful to my aching ear. I did not want to feel so weak
and so under his control, but he was the kind of man that I could
never be. He was masculine.

"Now Princess, this is what I want you to do. I live on a farm out in
the country. You take the Martintown road, and follow it to the Old
Brick Schoolhouse Road. You turn right at that intersection, and you
travel about three quarters of a mile. You got that Princess?"

"Yes," I replied in a quiet resigned voice. I had always fantasised
about something like this happening, but the reality of it was a hard
burden to bear, in all reality. I was enamoured of my telephone
paramour.

"Well, if you look over to your right, you will see a big farm house
of red brick with a light green shingle roof on it, set back about a
quarter of a mile from the road. That is my house. I want you to be
here, next Saturday afternoon, precisely at 1:00 p.m. I do not want
any excuses. I also want you to come to me, already dressed up as a
woman.  In fact, you might as well know that I never ever want to see
you in masculine clothing, ever. I am not a faggot, you got that
Princess?"

"Yes..." 

"I do not ever want to see any trace of the man that you might think
that you are. For me, you are not a man in any sense of the word, so
just forget any ideas like that. Around me, you are to be a complete
woman at all times. You will dress like, talk like, and most of you
will always act like you would if you really were a woman, a woman in
heat that is. If you even so much as make any gestures that could be
considered to be masculine, I will turn you over my knee and spank
your pantied bum till you can not sit down. Is that  very clearly
understood, Miss Debi?"

"Yes... I understand."

"You understand what, Miss Debi?"

"I understand, sir."

"Good girl. I will see you next week, then?"

"Yes... Sir..." I hated myself for adding that little "Sir", but it
was as though I was being driven by something much deeper than my
conscious resentment at being so completely blackmailed. As I hung up
the receiver, I looked down at my crotch area. 

No one would ever guess it, but the pants suit that I was wearing,
though very mannish in it's cut, had been designed for a lady to wear.
The manufacturer's label inside, said 'Miss Sun Valley'. And under the
throbbing false fly front, I knew that I was ready to explode into the
pink silk and white lace trimmed panties that I was wearing. It even
felt like my breasts were enlarging in the pink lace and satin cupped
bra that I was also wearing.

My blackmailer, my new man lover, had pushed all the right buttons in
me, buttons that I had not even known that I had. But, I knew myself
well enough to know that if he had walked into my office, instead of
calling me on the phone, that by the time the call had ended, I would
have been giving him a very loving blow job. 

Once again for the umpteenth time, I cursed this strange perverseness
that had somehow gotten into my psyche. I never asked for this kind of
curse for my life. I did not know where it came from. All I knew for
certain was that I had it, and now that this strange man knew about
it, he was able to use it to control my life, for his own pleasures.

Not able to think about anything else, I went to the bath room. I
unfurled some paper towels. I hated being trapped like this, but I was
hornier than I had ever been before. I gently lowered the back zipper
of my suit pants, and opened the waist band of my pants. The very
excited pink encased erection popped out, making a large obscene bulge
in the delicate silk panties that I wore. I reached in and gently
eased my cockette out of the panties. I wondered if my new
lover-master would ever do this to me.

The moment that I imagined myself sitting on the couch with this
strange man, while he was kissing me, and fondling me up under my
dress, I felt a rush of feminine submissiveness flow through me, like
a flow through a river, unfettered by dams.

I wrapped my soft fingers around my penis, and I felt the soft
sensuousness of my nylons, garter belt, and the soft pink silk
camisole that I wore under my mannish looking blouse. All that I could
think about, was what it was going to feel like, when this man put his
hands on me, and when he kissed me, and when he made me suck his cock.
I suspected that he was not going to have to make me suck it. I
already knew that I wanted to suck it for him, and to please him for
making me become his girl friend.

In my mind's eye, I could easily envision him feeling me up, under my
dress, and playing with me through my panties, as his rough unshaved
faced kissed my daintily made up countenance. I just knew that he
would be very masculine in his nature. It would make me feel even that
much more feminine and submissive to be around such a man. I knew that
those kinds of feelings of submissive femininity were the feelings
that I most cherished experiencing. In a way, this was like a dream
come true for me.

I was ready to scream, as I felt the pressure building in my little
pink silk pantied cockette. I hoped that I would like this strange
man, but I knew that it did not matter whether I liked him or not. He
wanted a sissy fairy to suck his cock, and he was going to get a sissy
fairy to suck his cock, and it did not matter what I thought or felt
about it. I was his new sissy fairy girl friend.

I sighed resignedly. I was his brand new little doll toy, and he knew
it. He knew I would be the submissive little feminine fairy that he'd
dreamed of having in his home. I knew that I would do whatever he
wanted me to do. And judging from the sensitivity of my arousal, I
knew that I was going to not only do it, but I would like doing it all
to. 


The man would see me for who I really was, a fairy boy.

I wondered if he really would ever spank me for acting like a male, as
he had promised to do to me, during the phone call. I'd never been
spanked, but I had often thought that I might like to have a man turn
me over his knee, and spank my pantied bottom. I wondered if I would
dare to try and provoke a spanking. I was too much of a sissy to even
enjoy the thought of pain, let alone experience it. But, none the
less, I could not help but to wonder what it would feel like to have
the man spank me.

In the fantasy movie that was running on the inside of my closed
eyelids, I saw myself sitting on his couch, being kissed by him. I
could almost feel the strength of his arms, as he held me tightly. I
nearly exploded as the fantasy unveiled itself to me. He was so big,
and so masculine, that he made me feel like a little girl as I sat
beside him in his embrace. He made me feel so weak, and dependent on
his good wishes towards me.

In the fantasy, he kissed me passionately, and I sat there
submissively, and I sucked on the tongue that he was pushing deep into
my mouth. I felt the heat of his hands on my back, right through the
thin fabric of my dress. I could not stop myself from reaching over,
and gently placing my hand on the front of his pants. I could feel the
hot hardness throb as it sensed my hand on it. I grasped it, and
gently began to move my hand up and down, as I masturbated it for him.
He was just so masculine...

I wanted him to like what I was doing for him. I wanted him to like
me, as his woman.

Then... After what seemed to be a very long time, he removed his
tongue from my mouth, and he kissed his way over to my left ear. I
hear his heated voice say in a hushed whisper, "All right Princess,
now it is time for you to suck my cock, like all the other good little
girls do for their loving daddies."

I watched the fantasy unfold, as I slid my beskirted bum a couple of
feet back along the couch from him. I watched as I lay down, my tummy
laying along the couch, my breasts against his big hard muscled thigh
and with my face directly over the crotch of his pants. I watched my
pink tipped fingers as they opened his belt, and his fly, then
unbuttoned his pants, to expose the big bulge in his white jockey
shorts. I would be all of the good little girl that he wanted me to
be. I smiled. I liked being a girl. I bent my head lower, to claim the
reward that all the other girls get to claim, by virtue of their
hormones.

He grunted as he lifted his bum off the couch, in order to push his
pants and his under wear down to his ankles. He had a big and an ugly
cock, and it totally fascinated me. I played with it with both of my
hands for a few minutes, wondering how anyone could be comfortable
with such a big thing dangling between their legs. This was a real
man, so very unlike me. He probably liked having such a big cock. I
would never understand that about men.

Then, as I saw my imaginary self lower my head and open my mouth, I
exploded in a delightful orgasm. I just hoped that the real man would
be nearly as nice as my make believe man was. I knew though, that the
idea of being forced into this unique and perverse situation, had it's
erotic aspects to.


Chapter Two



At long last, after a terribly nerve frazzling week, the Saturday
arrived. I wanted to sleep in, but I could not sleep past 6 a.m., no
matter how tired I was. I was just too excited. The idea of meeting a
total stranger who knew my innermost thoughts was just to exciting to
my long suppressed emotions, for me to sleep. 

Once again, I hoped that I would like him, but I knew that it did not
matter if I liked him or not. I was going to have to be his
girlfriend, no matter what I thought about it. So, I figured that I
may as well get ready for my new boyfriend.

It started with standing in the bath room, and covering myself from
chin to toes with the nasty smelling pink depilatory. I disliked it
intensely, but it was better that shaving my whole body. I tried not
to move too much, as I shaved my very light beard, very carefully. I
wanted to be a hairless young lady for him.

Twenty minutes later, I stepped into the shower and used a face cloth
to remove almost all of my body hair. Once I was satisfied that I was
almost as hairless as a baby new born girl, I filled the tub with hot
fragrant scented water, with way too much bubble bath. There is just
hardly nothing that feels as nice as hairless legs rubbing against
each other, in a bubble bath. I could never adequately describe it. I
lay back and let the emollients soak into my skin, making me as soft
as any other woman likes to be. 

To be extra sure, I shaved my face again, till I could detect not even
the slightest of beard stubble. I wanted to be as much of a female as
it was possible for me to be. I knew that my new boy friend would not
care about it. He just wanted to have someone to suck his cock for
him, whenever he wanted to get off, but I wanted to be as womanly as I
could be for him anyway. If I had to do this, I was determined that I
was going to enjoy it as much as I could.

By 9:30 I was out of the tub, and sitting at my vanity, preparing to
do my makeup. I'd already donned my under garments. Every time I think
of myself putting on lovely lingerie, I think of the line from the
Christmas carol, "Don we now... Our 'gay' apparel..." This was
certainly my gay apparel, that was for sure. I was also wearing a
matching garter belt that held up my ultra sheer lavender shaded nylon
stockings. I hate wearing panty hose.

I was wearing a bra, panties, lavishly decorated in lace, matching
half slip and camisole, all of the softest silk, and all of the
prettiest lavender colour. I'd secured my false breasts to my chest,
so I enjoyed the support that the wispy lace bra afforded to me. My
breasts were quite heavy, made of a soft but dense foam material. They
feel quite realistic, to the handler as well as to the wearer.

I sat down to carefully applied my makeup. I have a fair complexion
and light blue coloured eyes, so I look best in rose pinks and soft
pastel colours. I knew it was passé, but I still liked wearing blue
eye shadow, and I think it suited me well to. The light blue
highlighted my eyes.

I'd never before gone out in public, excepting at night, when it was
dark out. Even though I was sure that I was pretty. I believed that
because some of guys that I have met, who had seen me dressed as a
woman had told me I was a pretty or a cute woman. None the less, I
have always been too chicken to go outside in daylight hours. 

This time was going to be very different. I was to drive about fifteen
miles in broad daylight. I was extra careful putting my makeup on,
because I wanted to be as convincing as I could possibly be. Besides,
I had no choice in this matter. I had to pass as a woman. If I did
not, I could find myself in serious trouble, I knew. I hated to admit
it to myself, but knowing that I had no choice in this matter was kind
of exciting to me, as well.

It took me a good half hour to perfect my makeup, but when I was done,
I was quite pleased. It was the best application of makeup that I had
ever done to myself. I knew that I was vain enough to think that I was
approaching the edge of being beautiful, and I hoped that I was not
deceiving myself into thinking that I was very attractive, when in
reality, I was a dog. I did not think I was deceiving myself, but the
true test would come when I was outside and people would let me know
immediately, if I had done a good job or not.

I glanced over at the clock. It was nearly eleven. Time just seemed to
be dragging on.

I went over to my closet to decide what to wear. I had a three piece
suit that I really liked. It was in a light grey with a white chalk
stripe in it. I decided to wear that one, and reached into the closet
to pull out that suit. I decided to wear a mannish looking lavender
coloured neck tie with it. I also chose my pair of lavender coloured
high heels, with all of three and a half inch heels. To further
accessorise, I would wear the purse that I had bought that matched my
shoes. 

With a wry shrug, I figured that I may as well use lavender, as it is
a colour that is associated with the kinds of people that I am,
fairies. I had no illusions about myself. I am a fairy, and I like
being feminine, especially when there is a masculine man around, who
wants to be pleased, like my new boy friend.

It took me a few minutes before I decided to wear a white silk blouse,
one that had a shirt type of collar, and which buttoned up the front.
There was a tiny cute ruffle trimming on the collar and the cuffs. I
liked it because it was a very feminine piece of clothing. I love to
wear very feminine clothing, which is what got me into all of this
trouble from the 'git-go', as some people would say.

I stepped into my slip, and pulled it up, adjusting the elastic waist
band at my panty waist, then I lowered the camisole down over my head,
to softly lay across my breasts. At the last minute, I pulled down my
slip and panties, and I wrapped a waist nipper corset of sky blue
satin, that was heavily boned, and laced up the front, and was trimmed
in white lace. 

I grunted as I struggled to get the corset laced up as tightly as
possible. I wanted to get down to a little femmy 29" waist, and though
I did not measure it, I was pretty sure that I had achieved my goal.
The mirror told me that I looked very sexy with my highlighted
feminine curves.

Then I replaced my under clothing. I slid my arms into the delicate
silk material of the blouses sleeves. I buttoned up the small pearl
buttons up the front and at the wrists.  I stepped into my skirt. I
was glad that it clasped at the back, and had a two inch wide elastic
waist band that was gathered from the sides to the back. Across the
front was a gold coloured chain, attached to two gold coloured buttons
that were situated directly above my hip bones. 

This skirt, I knew,  would definitely show off my corseted waist line
to full advantage. The skirt went down to about four inches above my
knees. It had a lovely satin underslip in it. And it felt ever so
delightful, as the satin caressed across the silken undergarments.
Once my skirt was on, I put on my tie, then I pulled the jacket
sleeves up my arms.

This suit always made me feel so totally feminine.


Before I allowed myself the privilege of checking myself out in the
mirror, I transferred all of my important stuff, like credit cards,
driver's license and stuff like that over to my leather lavender
purse. I also chose to wear the blue calf skin wrist length gloves
that I had purchased. I knew it was not fashionable for ladies to wear
gloves any more, but I do see women with them on every once in a
while. I just happen to think that it is very pretty, and feminine in
a classy kind of way.

I took my purse and gloves out to the kitchen door, (the back door of
my apartment) and lay them on the kitchen counter. I realised that I
had not yet put on any jewellery, or my perfume, so I went back into
the bed room and sat at the vanity. I double checked my nails, and
decided that another coat of rose pink would not do any harm. 

Once my nails were dry, I chose silver jewellery. I put on dangling
earrings, with three little rods of silver that tinkled prettily
whenever I turned my head and caused them to collide against each
other. I put on a delicate silver wrist watch, on my left wrist, and
three delicate silver bands on my right wrist. They too tinkled in a
delicate kind of way, whenever I moved my hand fast enough to cause
them to tinkle. I selected two rings for each hand. Once I was
satisfied that I was as pretty as I could be, I checked my watch. It
was 11:50. 

I knew that it would take about half an hour to get to my mystery
man's farm, so I would have to leave around 12:30 to get there on
time. I did not want to be late. I did not want to anger him in any
way, but deep inside of me, I knew that I wanted to be there on time,
to start being his woman for him as soon as I could. 

The next forty minutes looked to be some of the longest minutes that I
have ever faced.

I checked my reflection in the mirror, and I was pleased all over
again that I had always looked much more like a woman, than a man. I
looked like any other successful business woman, and I liked it. I
walked out into the kitchen, relishing in the sound and the sensations
of my underwear, as I went. 

One thing that I have always loved about wearing heels, was how the
high arched instep pushed up against the bottoms of my feet. Maybe I
had fallen arches or something, who knows? I also loved the way my
high arched foot looked in heels. And, I have especially loved the way
the higher heel and arched foot made me take small and mincing little
feminine steps that I am normally unable to take. I liked that,
because it was the woman gendered clothing item that that I had on,
that made me walk like a woman. I wanted to be all of the woman that I
was capable of ever being.

I am only 5'4" tall, but my feet could be a lot bigger than they are.
I can wear a size 8 1/2 or a 9, depending on the style of heel, and
that is smaller than about half the women in America. I just wished
that my hands were more dainty. C'est la vie, eh? My mystery man would
be more concerned about how my hand felt on him, rather than how it
looked on me, I was sure.

Walking daintily and swaying my hips helped me to relax a bit more. By
now, I was also getting used to the tightness around my waist to. I
thought that I could allow myself a glass of white wine to calm my
nerves down a bit.

I poured a rather large glass of wine, and went back to the living
room to sit and to watch whatever was on the cable movie channel. It
was not a great movie, but it helped to occupy my mind for a few more
minutes. If I did not keep my mind occupied, I would start to think
about what I was going to be doing this afternoon, which was to be
kissed and caressed by this very masterful man that had entered my
life. 

I knew that if I allowed myself to do that, then I would get another
big painful hard on. I did not want that to happen. My skirt was tight
enough that even the slightest of bulges in my panties, would show in
the skirt. I had to keep myself from thinking about my mystery man
lover, in order to keep the front of my skirt flat, like it is
supposed to be. I knew that I should tie myself back, but for the
first time, I wanted him to be able to get at me freely, should he
choose to do so.

By the time that I finished sipping the wine, which was not enough to
make me feel any better, because I was so keyed up about the coming
event, it was a bit after twelve. I decided that I would be better off
if I went for a bit of a drive in the country to help me kill the
time. Besides, I did not want to be late for getting lost.

Half an hour later, I found I was driving by his place, nearly twenty
minutes early, and trying to get some kind of glimpse of him, maybe
out working in the fields or something like that. There was a small
hill between the house and the road, so all I could see was the second
story of the house, and the light green tiled roof he had mentioned. 

The name on the mail box said "J. Matheson".

I drove around the back roads in the area, till it was about ten to
one. I got back to his driveway a couple of minutes before one. I
paused, still on the road, and took several deep breaths. I could not
understand why I was so nervous, after all, I did not have a choice in
this did I? 

As I turned my car into his gravelled driveway, I found that I was
hoping that he would think that I was pretty. At least, I hoped, if he
did not think that I was pretty, that he would think that I was at
least an attractive woman. 

I sighed deeply, as I realised that I also hoped he, J. Matheson, was
handsome man, a big and strong, strong enough to make me feel like a
weak little lady when I was with him, handsome man.

Knowing that I had no other choice, I heard the loud crunch of the
gravel under my tires as I turned my car into the direction of the
house. I wondered if he could hear my tires, and would know that his
little fairy had arrived. I wondered if he was as anxious about
meeting me, as I was about meeting him.

Each foot of the driveway seemed to take forever to get over, till at
last I was at the top of the hill. I could still not see very much of
the house, because there was a huge bush of flowering purple and white
lilacs planted all across the front of the yard, as though to provide
more privacy than the hill provided.

When I got to the end of the driveway, I could see that the grounds
around the house were very well kept up and that the condition of the
house was very good. I liked that. It meant that J. Matheson took care
of his property. I hoped he would take as good a care of his woman, as
he did with his property.

The gravelled drive led up onto a patio tiled area, in front of a two
car garage. There was only one car in the open garage. It was an older
model of Mercedes Benz, but it looked in very good condition. I parked
behind it, took a very deep breath to try and steady my fears, but it
did not work too well. 

I reached over with my gloved right hand, and plucked up my purse with
my finger tips. I opened the car door and swung my legs out, knees
pressed together, and wondered if I was being observed as I did so.
When I stood up, I found my skirt had ridden up a couple of inches
while I'd been seated in the car seat. I smoothed my skirt down to
it's proper length, four inches above my knees. I slung my purse over
my left shoulder, took a steadying deep breath, and turned towards my
future.

I minced daintily in the high heels on the gravel, and I walked around
the back of my car, and walked, all be it rather swishily, as I did
not want to trip and fall down, and I made my way up the stone path
way to the front door. The front of the house had a long wide porch on
it, stretching from one side of the house to the other. It was cool
and shaded. It had baskets of bright coloured flowers swaying in the
breeze, suspended from the ceiling, which added a sweet perfume to the
atmosphere.

I was too nervous to notice much of anything about the front of the
house, as my heart was beating wildly, and I was having a lot of
trouble breathing. My hands were sweaty, and I was glad that I was
wearing gloves. My hand trembled as I raised my index finger of my
right hand to press on the door bell.

I heard heavy movements from behind the door, then I heard foot falls
approaching the door. I stood there, scared like a frightened kitten.
I was shaking all over, and I thought I was doing a masterful job of
hiding it. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the door knob
turning. 

When the door opened, this strange man that I had never met before,
who was going to be looking at me in my most vulnerable and secret
life fantasy, was opening the door for me. He was going to know that
under the prettiness, that I was a fairy, and that I was here for the
purpose of sucking his cock for him. A strange kind of perverse glee
went up and down my spine as I realised that I was going to be seen as
a fairy, by a man who forced me into this role for him. He would know
that I was a fairy. I would not be able to hide that secret from him.
He knew my most intimate desires.

The door opened, and I laid my eyes for the first time on J. Matheson.

He wore faded blue jeans, and a plaid work shirt with the sleeves
rolled up to just below his elbows. His feet were in grey wool socks,
the kind with a lighter grey coloured toe and heel. He was probably 5
10' tall. He had a receding hair line, but he had what I had hoped
that he would have, a goatee. I knew it was going to be rubbing
against my cheeks soon, and I could hardly wait. I had never kissed a
man with facial hair before, and I had always wanted to do so. 

His curly hair was a dark brown and a little long at the back. His
eyes were light blue, and they seemed to look right through me. I felt
as though he could see right into my soul. I shuddered to feel so
exposed to this man who'd intruded his way into my life. He made me
feel so vulnerable, I loved it. I figured that he must be in his early
fifties. 

He was muscular, and masculine. For that, I was thankful. A masculine
man always made me feel so unmasculine, a feeling that I liked
feeling. J. Matheson was making me feel that way right now.

"Ahhh... Right on time. I had not expected that. A ladies prerogative
is to be late, is it not? I am glad that you are punctual. Come in
Princess." He smiled at me as he glanced at his wrist watch, as he
stepped back from the door way to make room for me to enter his lair.

His voice was a rich baritone, and it seemed to echo throughout my
insides. Then he held his hand out to me, to assist me up the one step
into the doorway. I raised a rather limp wristed right hand up, and
lay my fingertips on the inside of his fingers. I could feel his
strength. He made me shudder. He was so tall, and so strong, that I
knew that he could do anything that he thought of to do, to me, and I
would have no protection what so ever. I certainly could not go to the
police with the story, if he chose to rape me, could I?

I smiled nervously, as I stepped up to stand right in front of him.
Even in my heels, I had to look up to see into his eyes. I liked that.
I liked that a lot. It made me feel so much smaller and weaker than he
was. He stood there, holding my hand and he let his glance go very
slowly from the top of my head, down to the pointed lavender toes, and
then he very slowly worked his gaze all the way back up again. He made
me feel like a piece of meat on a meat rack, just the way men usually
look at women, and I liked being looked at in that way. He raised his
hand to indicate that he would like me to turn around in front of him.
I did it, feeling ever so embarrassed for being scrutinised in such a
fashion. No one had ever looked at me like that before. 

"Well, now. I must say, Miss Debi, you certainly are not hard on the
eyes. No siree... You are not hard on the eyes at all. Even though I
saw some of your pictures in the computer, I guess that I was
expecting to see a man in a dress. I was not expecting to see an
attractive and graceful young woman. Come in honey. Come in and sit
down in the living room. I will join you presently."

He stayed at the door way as I walked past him. I knew that he was
looking at my bum. I did not want to, but I knew that I put just a wee
bit more of a swing in my swish than I normally did. Mr. J. Matheson
was "not hard on the eyes" either, to coin his phraseology.

I walked into a large comfortable room. The furniture was very
masculine, all done in wood and dark leather, but the room also had a
very pleasing lived in feel to it. I made my way over to an easy
chair, and I remembered to smooth out my skirts in a lady like
fashion, regardless of how nervous I was, as I sat in the chair. I
placed my purse on my lap, and slowly began pulling at the finger tips
of my gloves. I was about half way to removing them, when Mr. J.
Matheson returned.

Along with his big smile, he had a tray with two wine glasses and a
decanter of white wine on it. I watched as he served me a glass of
wine. This looked like it was going to be even more enjoyable that I
had thought that it was going to be. I sure did need that wine to help
me control my nervousness.

He poured his own glass of wine, and flopped leisurely onto the couch.
He sipped at his wine as he looked at me over the rim of his glass.

"So, Miss Debi. I must admit that I have been intrigued with the idea
of meeting you, ever since I read your stories. I am glad that your
impression of yourself as a passable looking woman was true, and not
just something that was dreamt up in your own imagination. You really
are quite feminine in your manner and deportment, and you certainly
are a hot lookin' chick."

"Uhhh... Thank you," I replied in a soft voice. I finished removing my
gloves, and placed them inside of my purse. I then set the purse on
the floor at my left ankle. "I... I am glad that you approve of how I
look?"

"Approve? Yes, very much so. I think you are a very attractive, not to
mention graceful young woman. I am curious though. I can not imagine
why a man would want to dress himself up like you do, and act so
prissy like. Why do you do it?"

"That sir, is a $64,000 question. I wish I knew. If I knew why, then
maybe I could stop doing it. I... I have been wearing girl's clothes
ever since I could first dress myself in them."

"So, it is kind of like a drug addiction to you?"

"That is the way that I think of it, yes... You could say that it is
like a drug addiction. I..." Nervousness took over and I blushed as my
sentence faltered on my lips.

"So, I gather from the stories that I have read, that you have been
dressing up like a female for all of your life? Did you like dressing
up like a little girl?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, when you were small, did you wear pretty dresses and lacy
panties, and play with dolls, and all the other girly kind of things
like that, that the real little girls do?"

I blushed as I looked into his eyes. I knew that no matter what I told
him, he would know the truth anyway, so there was no point in lying.
"Yes I did. I had a tomboy of a sister, who hated being a girl. One
day, she was at home when I thought I was all alone, and she caught me
putting on one of her party dresses. She was real mad at me, but after
about two weeks, she would want to trade clothes with me, where I
would be the sister and she would be the older brother. We played
house then, and I always had to be the mommy."

"And you liked that?"

"I... I would have given anything if I could have some how traded
bodies with her, and I could have become the little girl that she was.
I wanted so much to be able to wear pretty dresses to school, and not
to have to compete in sports lie the little boys did. I hated being a
boy, if you want to know the truth."


I blushed as I recalled how I had loved playing with dolls.  "Ummm...
Debi, I am really curious about something else. Tell me something. I
read the story that you entitled 'The Sixties Girl'. It sounded like
it was an autobiographical story. Are those experiences that you
related in that story really true?"

I blushed again, much to J. Matheson's obvious pleasure, as was
evidenced by the widening grin I saw on his face. It was obvious to me
that he loved it when I acted or reacted in a girlish way to the
things he said to me.

Nervously, knowing that I was about to admit my most secret secrets to
this stranger, I licked my lips, and sipped at my wine, enjoying the
cool sweetness. Then, when I had mustered up enough courage to respond
to him, I raised my eyes to gaze into his eyes again. His light blue
eyes pierced deeply into me, and it made me feel ever so feminine and
open to him. I loved the way it made me feel.

"Uhhh... Ev... Everything in that story is true."

"You actually invited this farmer, this Gary guy, to come to your
apartment after you got dressed up, and you let him kiss you, then you
sucked his cock for him?"

Yes."

"Then you even told him that he could tell his friends all about you,
and you would let them come to see you, and you would suck their cocks
for them to?"

My cheeks were burning by now.

"Well, not exactly. He asked me if he could tell his friends about me,
and whether or not they could call me. I told him that it would be
okay if he did that."

"Hey, let's not kid ourselves here Princess. You knew only too well
that what he was going to tell his friends was that he had met a guy
who loved to dress up like a pretty girl, and that she had sucked his
cock, and that she wanted to meet his friends to. You know as well as
I do, that the only reason why they would want to come and meet you is
to have you suck their cocks to, right?"

"Yes... I... I guess that if you put it that way?"

"In all honesty, Princess, is there any other way to put it?"

"No... I guess not..." I wanted a crack in the floor to open up so
that I could crawl into it and disappear. It was becoming increasingly
obvious to me that Mr. J. Matheson really enjoyed humiliating me
verbally. But, what choice did I have, but to stay there and take it,
take it like a woman?

"And... And you found that you really liked sucking their cocks,
because it pleased you to do the same things that any other real girl
does?"

"Yes." I hated the humiliation, but his words were making me have a
very painful bulge in the front of my panties. I was glad that I had
the good sense to lay my purse on my lap, rather than having deposited
on the floor beside me.

"I have to admit it, Debi... Even though I see how you look and act, I
still find it hard to believe that a real guy would ever do the kinds
of things that you have done, and then openly admit that he or I guess
that I should say, 'she', had actually enjoyed doing them. I just find
that very hard to believe. You know what I mean? Before I read your
stories, it would never have entered my mind that a guy could ever be
like that."

"Yes, I know what you mean. But, that is the way that I am. I can't
help it. I don't know why I am like this, I just am. I wish that I
could be a normal guy, but these desires are in me, and they are too
strong for me to stop them. It's like I am addicted to wearing
feminine clothes, and wanting to act like a real female gets to act. I
do not know how to explain it, but I love feeling womanly. It is the
only time that I feel like a human being. It is like some kind of
addiction. I have to do it, to maintain my sanity."

"You know honey, I kind of feel sorry for you. But, I also got to
admit it, I am also pretty glad about it to. Your stories really
turned my crank, young lady. I never would have thought that the idea
of a pretty woman really being a boy, would have excited me, but
Princess, you really do excite me. I really like you to. You have what
I can only think of as being a feminine personality, and I really like
that about you."

"You do... You are really glad, I mean?"

"Hey, if you was a normal guy, and you had the good fortune to meet a
chick who got her rocks off by sucking cocks, you'd think that you hit
some kind a jackpot, wouldn't you?"

"I... I suppose? I don't really know. I don't think that I have ever
really felt feelings that normal guys feel."

"Well honey... Why don't you move over here, where I can get to know
you a bit better?"

This was it. This was the moment that I had been waiting for. I also
knew that there was no way that I would be able to deny how he made me
feel. Once I stood up, I would not be able to hide the bulge that
pressed against the front of my skirt. I'd been able to keep it hidden
by folding my hands and my purse in my lap, but that would not work
when I stood up. 

I was just too excited. Exposing my most secret feelings to this
masculine man had really turned my crank for me. I knew that this
stranger would see the evidence of how much I loved what he was doing
to me, no matter what I tried to say about it. 

I looked at him. I knew that I could no longer prolong this moment of
absolute confession. I also knew that there was no way that I was ever
going to shrink down again, not when I was with such a man as this one
was. I blushed again, as I slowly stood up, and I smoothed my skirt
down to hang at it's proper length, not that he cared about that at
all. I looked over at him. He was staring at the bulge in my skirt,
and he was shaking his head slowly from side to side. Disbelief was
written all over his face. I had never felt so embarrassed before in
my life. I wanted to die for my shame.

"Shee-it, man. You were not kidding about how much you like doing this
kind of stuff... If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would never
believe it. Even with that bulge in the front of your skirt though, I
still think of you as being a woman, you know that, Debi? Even seeing
that there, I only think about you in feminine terms. You look too
good as a lady to be a real guy, you know?"

"I... I would prefer it, if you always thought of me as being a
woman."

"You really would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes..." As I said that, I made my way around the coffee table, and
swished seductively over to where he was sitting. I could hear that
sweet gentle swish of my lingerie brushing over my nylons, that sound
that is only associated with feminine women. 

When I got over to the couch, he sat up straight. I turned my back to
him for a moment, to sit down beside him as he had requested me to do.
I had just reached behind me, to smooth out my skirt to sit down, when
I felt his big hands on my waist. He was directing me to sit on his
lap. I had never sat on a man's lap before, and I thrilled as I felt
his strong thighs under me, and then I felt his cock. I knew that I
was really turning him on to. Knowing that I could turn him on like
that really flattered my feminine ego.

He lightly wrapped one arm around me, as if to hold me on his lap, and
all the while, he kept sort of humping it up into my bum cheeks. I
could tell that he was pretty big down there. I settled onto his lap,
folded my hands gracefully in my lap, and turned to look up into his
eyes. I wanted him to kiss me.

"You... You are wearing a corset, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"You like wearing those things?"

"Yes."

"Good. I like my ladies to be small and petite."

"I... I like my men to be just the opposite..." I blushed again with a
very hot face, as I allowed myself to say that to him. Now that I had
met him, and got some idea of what kind of man he was, I knew that I
could really like Mr. J. Matheson.

"Uh... What is the J stand for in your name?"

"Jonathan, but most people call me John or Johnny."

"I like Jonathan. It sounds strong. Do you mind of if I call you
Jonathan?"

He squeezed my waist lightly and smiled at me. "Baby, if you like
sucking cock half as much as your stories say that you do, you can
call me anything that you want to call me."

"Uh... You know, sucking a cock is not the only thing that girls like
to do. I like everything else that real girls like to do, to."

"Like what sugar?"

"Well, every girl likes to feel that she is wanted, and not just for
sex. She likes to feel appreciated. She  wants to feel like she is
really wanted. She needs to feel cherished, when her man treats her
romantically."

"Right, I got you. But, as you can feel, you got me wired right up
there honey. Before I can be any kind of romantic, I got to get that
little problem solved first. Are you going to take care of it for me,
because it is your fault that it is there, you know?"

I knew that I did not have any choice in it, but I had a perverse
desire to hear the words spoken. "You want me to take care of your
problem for you, Jonathan?"

"I want you to suck my cock for me, Princess."

"Right now? You don't want to work up to it?"

"Oh, I see what you mean. Yeah. You are just like any other female
when it comes to stuff like that, aren't you? Nothing can ever be just
straight foreword. You all want to be romanced to, don't you?"

With that, he put his hand behind my head to hold me still, and he
lowered his lips to mine. His moustache scratched my lips in a most
delightful way. I relaxed and let my hands go to his chest. His chest
was flat and hard. Then I slowly let my hands rise to his neck, as he
pushed his tongue between my lips and deep into my mouth. I closed my
eyes and I began to gently suck on his tongue. I could feel his cock
getting even harder under my bum. He was also moaning. Jonathon was a
very turned on man, and it was me, Miss Debi, who did it to him. He
was so strong, it thrilled me.  He kissed me all over my face, and he
kept returning to my lips, and shoving his tongue back into my mouth.
I sat there passively, enjoying being the lovee, rather than the
lover. I wished I could spend all of my life like this.

Then, much to my delight, I suddenly felt one of his hands caressing
my nyloned knees. I could feel the callused and the hard strong
fingers, as they began to pry my knees apart. I offered no resistance.
I sucked in his tongue as I felt his fingers slowly push their way up
under my skirt, right all the way up to my panty crotch. 

His fingers probed at my crotch for a moment or to, which caused me to
moan. I love it when a man touches me there, right where my pussy
should be. I clung to him, as I enjoyed the feel of his strong fingers
pressing up into my crotch. I wished that I really did have a vagina
there, for his fingers to enter me. What he was doing, made me feel
utterly girlish, and it was fantastic.

I opened my thighs a bit wider for him. Then his fingers began to
slowly, ever so teasingly slowly, caress up to the front of my
panties, making me almost scream in delight. It felt like each one of
his fingers was bigger than my whole cockette. It felt like he could
break it right off if he wanted to. Then he grasped me tightly, and I
nearly did scream, it felt so wonderful. I would have screamed, if my
mouth had not been so full of his big tongue. 

He caressed me through the silk of  my panties till I was just about
ready to cum, then he pulled his hand out from under my dress.

"Yep, I can sure see that you really do love this girl stuff all
right. But, I got to tell you, I love this stuff to. And if you don't
get down there on your knees soon, I am going to explode."

I giggled. "Well, we can't have that now, can we?"

"So... You are really going to suck my cock for me, Debi?"

"It's what you want me to do, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but is it what you want to do to? It is important for me to
know that you really want to do it to me. I don't get my rocks off on
some kind of power trip, forcing you to do it, even if that was my
threat over the phone. I thought that I would have to do that, in
order to get you out here."

I smiled, leaned over and planted a little kiss on his lips, then
kissed my way to his left ear.

"This is what I want to do Mr. J. Matheson... I want to do what any
other woman would want to do with you. I love being a woman, and doing
what real women do. I'll do whatever you want me to do to you,
Jonathan. If you want me to suck your cock, I will be delighted to
please you in that way."

Then I stood up and moved around till I was standing right in front of
him, between his wide spread knees. I slowly lowered myself to my
knees. I could tell by the look on his face that he was really not
believing that all of this was happening, that I was so willing to be
his sissy cock sucker. I giggled inside. I loved making him feel like
that.

When I was kneeling on the floor, Jonathon stood up. He looked down at
me, as I looked up into his eyes. He made me feel so small, so
delicate, and oh so feminine. I smiled up at him, to let him know that
I liked where I was at the moment. 

To really convince him of it though that I really did love being there
and being in this position with him, I reached up with my right hand,
and placed the palm against the front of his pants. Then I gently
pressed, as I let my lips form a kiss.

I could tell by the look of amazement on his face, that he still had
difficulty believing that another male would get so much pleasure out
of doing what I was doing. I let my fingers lightly grasp him, as I
moved my hand up and down, and his pleasure immediately registered on
his face. I liked knowing that I was giving this man so much pleasure,
that it registered on his face like that.

Jonathon had made me like him, and I wanted to act like any woman
does, when she likes the man that she is with. I wanted him to like me
to, as his pleasing woman. 


CHAPTER THREE



I watched him from my submissive position on my knees if front of him,
as he slowly undid his belt. Then I heard the loud rasp as I watched
him lower his fly. I watched as his fingers plucked at the remaining
button. He let his pants go, and they dropped to a pile at his feet,
covering my knees. I heard the pocket change rattle. 

>From my perspective, all I could see was the big obscene bulge in the
>front of his white jockey shorts.

He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts, and pushed
them down. They fell to lay on to of his pants. His cock looked very
big. He stood there, with a look on his face that told me that he
still did not really believe that I was going to suck his cock for
him. I wanted to convince him that I really did want to be a woman for
him.

I smiled up at him again, and I reached my left hand up. I lay my palm
on his shaft, and gently wrapped my fingers around it. Then I very
slowly started to masturbate him. I moved my hand back and forth very
gently and slowly, as I continued to look up at him.




I reached my left hand up. I lay my palm on his shaft, and gently
wrapped my fingers around it. Then I very slowly started to masturbate
him. I moved my hand back and forth very gently and slowly, as I
continued to look up at him.  "You... You really do like my cock,
don't you Princess?"

"Yeah... It's so big, so hard Jonathan... I really like it... It's so
manly."

"You... You are still going to suck it for me honey?"

"I'm going to try, Jonathan, but it is so big though, that I do not
know if it will fit inside of my mouth."

"If I remember, you do not like for your man to touch your head when
you are sucking his cock, right?"

"Yeah... That's right."

I raised myself up so that I was standing on my knees. His cock was at
my mouth level. I looked up again at him, as I smiled and placed the
first kiss on the tip of his cock. Then I began to enjoy myself. I
loved his smell. I loved how he felt so strong. I kissed his shaft and
left lip stick traces all over the head of his cock.

I knew that his cock was so big that it might not even fit into my
mouth. I also knew that the only way that it might fit in, was if I
lubricated it. I began by touching the head of his cock with my
tongue. It tasted kind of salty, and I liked it. I quickly licked the
entire head of his cock, and then licked half way down the shaft on
one side, then all the way up to the head on the other side. His moans
of pleasure gratified me.

Now came the moment of truth for me. I looked up at him. Looking up at
him made me feel so weak and submissive, and those are feelings that I
love experiencing. They make me feel so womanly. I opened my mouth,
and pressed my lips against the head of his cock., all the while
looking up at him. I could see the pleasure register on his face, as I
felt the big head of his cock slide slowly over my lips, and pop into
my mouth. 

I saw more than his pleasure though. I saw his look of male
superiority that passed through his eyes, as he looked down at me, and
I saw his sheer male lust. I had never seen a man's lust for me
before, and I liked it. It thrilled me to be the source of such
emotions for him.

I slowly and lovingly sucked his cock, as I moved my head slowly
towards his body. I felt the big muscle move ever so slowly across my
lips, slide on my tongue, and fill my cheeks, making them puff out. I
wished that there was a camera set up to record what I was doing.
Maybe he'd take pictures some other time. I was sure now, that this
was not the last time that this cock was going to be inside of my
mouth.

I locked my lips lightly around his shaft, and slowly drew my head
back, till just the head of his cock was still inside of my mouth. I
let it out of my mouth. I gently fondled his erection, paying special
attention to that sensitive area under the head of his cock with my
thumb. He looked so big and muscular from where I was seeing him from.

"Well, Jonathan, do you believe me now, when I tell you that I like
sucking a man who makes me like him, just like a real woman likes
sucking her man?"

"I can not deny that Princess. But you better do something quick. You
got me so horny that I'm going to cum all over your face if you don't
put me back in your mouth, real soon."

"Ummm... I might like that, I think, but I will take care of you, now,
Jonathan. Maybe next time, I will make you cum all over my face for
me."

I put then end of his cock back inside of my mouth, and once again, I
slowly filled my mouth with it. I loved the way that it felt as I made
it move across my lips. I loved the way it felt as it throbbed on my
tongue. I liked the way my mouth felt so full, bulging out my cheeks. 

My mouth was not big enough to take more than three inches of him
inside of me, but I could tell from his spasms and his groanings that
it was more than enough for him. Jonathan was really getting his rocks
off.

I moved my head back again, till just the head of his cock was inside
of my mouth. I reached up with my right hand, and placed my thumb on
that super sensitive spot, right under the head of his cock, and
gently squeezed. I started to caress him there.

It was enough. I heard him let out a loud moan, and he coaxed me
verbally, to make him cum in my mouth. 

I wanted to feel him cumming in my mouth. I did what he asked me to
do. I squeezed him tighter and I felt the first big glob of thick
salty cream hit the roof of my mouth with surprising force, and I felt
it fall onto my tongue, as the second jet of his cum hit me. Almost
immediately I tasted the sweet saltiness of his cum. I milked him like
that, keeping all of the cum in my mouth, till he nearly collapsed. 

He had to sit down, and I kept him in my mouth even while he was
sitting, and I kept him there, till I felt him start to go soft in my
mouth.

When I felt that he was completely drained, I took his cock out of my
mouth, licking him clean as I did so. Then I sat back on my heels and
smiled at him. I knew that I had a pleased grin on my face. I was
ecstatic, to smile up at the man whose cock I had just sucked.

"Did... Did you swallow it, honey?"

I opened my mouth to show him the big load of his cream that I had
milked out of him. being careful not to spill any, I liked the way the
thick substance rolled around on my tongue. I liked the salty taste of
it to. I asked him if he wanted me to swallow it.

"Every man's ego is stroked when his lady love swallows his sperm,
honey."

I smiled at him, and I swallowed the thick salty cum. I had liked the
feel of it in my mouth. I liked the taste of him. I liked knowing that
like any other girl, I now had a man's cum in my belly. I opened my
mouth to show him that I had swallowed it all.

He sat forward, his elbows resting on his naked knees. 

"Debi, I will never pretend to ever understand what drives you to do
these things that no normal guy would even want some one to even think
that he'd do them, let alone actually do them. But, I got to admit,
you are one of the foxiest chicks I have ever met. I can't believe how
you can get me cranked up like you do. Hell, some real women can't
have the same effect on me that you have. So, I guess that you had
better get used to dressing up real pretty for me, and of spending a
lot of time on your knees, because you are one hot little piece of
ass, Miss Johnson."

I did not know what to say. I rose to my feet, and I sat beside him.
In a moment, his arms were squeezing me very tightly as he once again
rammed his tongue into my mouth. I yielded, willingly, submissively.
This was a man who knew how to take charge with a woman, and I really
liked that. Only one of my previous boy friends had ever done that,
but he had not let me suck his cock for him. Jonathan was my kind of
man, I was pretty sure. I idly wondered what it would be like to
become his wife.

He held me like that, kissing me deeply for many long minutes. I lay
back and revelled in being the lovee. I loved it when the lover was
making love to his lovee, the lovee being me. I could not stop myself
from reaching over though, and taking his limp cock in my hand. 

I began to slowly masturbate him again till he started to get semi
hard again. I wanted to suck him some more. I was kind of surprised at
just how strong my desire to suck him again was. I wanted to feel his
cock inside of my mouth again. I really wanted to make love to him, by
sucking his cock again, for him. But Jonathan had a different idea.

"Honey, I want you to come upstairs with me." He took my hand and led
me up the stairs. He led me into a beautifully appointed, but very
obviously a very feminine girl's bed room. My mind swooned as I looked
around, and I wished that I had been the girl who had grown up in such
a room. 

Jonathan seemed to sense how I was feeling, and he led me over to the
canopied bed. I wondered who she had been, and if she had liked her
room as much as I was liking it. I would have given anything to have
been able to spend my childhood years in such a pretty place.

"Honey, this was my daughter's room. It is just exactly the way it was
when she left me. She would have been eighteen, if she had lived three
more days. I... I think that you are just about the same size that she
was, so...What I want to know is, how would you feel about it if I
asked you to sometimes wear some of her clothes, for me?"

"Oh, Jonathan, I would love that. Don't you remember? In the one story
that I wrote, in 'The Sixties Girl", I talked about my date with the
older man, Johnny? Johnny let me wear all of his daughter's clothes,
and took pictures of me in them. It made me feel wonderful, to be
standing there, wearing a dress that he had last seen on his own
daughter. I can't look like a seventeen year old, but I would love to
wear her clothes, if... If they will fit me, and if... If you will
promise to act like my daddy when I do wear them?"

"Don't you worry about that Princess. And to prove it, the very first
time that I see you in one of Amanda's dresses, I will turn you over
my knee, and tan your pantied bum for you. Would you like that?"

"I... Uhhh... I don't know if I would like it. I have never been
spanked when I was a female. In all honesty though, I think that I
probably would l like it. If I don't like it, will you stop spanking
me, when I ask you to?"

Debi is taught how to behave with respect to a man.   She likes it
when her man spanks her.

"No Princess, I would not stop it, just because you did not like it. A
spanking is for punishment. A spanking is not supposed to be enjoyed.
But, I would really like it if you would come over and spend a couple
of days here some time. You could use this room, and everything that
is in it, but of course I would expect you to sleep in my bed. Is
there a problem with that?"

"No sir. I... I would like to do that some time. I... I have always
wanted a strong man to treat me like I was his daughter."

"Good girl. I am glad to hear that. Now pretty lady, you have been
wonderful to me. I ain't no fairy cock sucker like you are, no offence
intended, but that is what you are, and I ain't one like you, but I do
want to pleasure you. What I want you to do is to lay back on Amanda's
bed, and do nothing else except look pretty for me."

I lay on the bed, looking up at the canopy, wishing that I could live
in this room for the rest of my life. I could not see what Jonathan
was doing, but he returned to the bed and he had a very pretty pink
and white lace satin camisole in his hand.

He leaned over and kissed me ever so tenderly and lightly on the lips.
Then he changed his mind, and lay on the bed beside me. I lay there,
feeling very small, and very feminine beside him. Then he rolled up on
top of me, and spent a long time kissing my face. 

I loved it. I loved how it felt to have this man's weight laying on
top of me. I lay there hoping it would go on and on for a very long
time. With my fingers, I encouraged him by playing with the short hair
on the back of his neck. With my mouth, I egged him on, but chewing at
his lips and sucking on his tongue. 

The ever present erection in my panties was driving me crazy, as his
weight pressed down on it. His weight was grinding the intimate girl
material of my panties into my only few inches of boy hood. I could
feel that he had another hard on to. That really flattered me. I
bucked up into him crotch, trying to drive him crazy for me.

When he had his fill of kissing me, he got off the bed, and he removed
his shirt. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and removed his socks.
As he was doing so, I reached around to his front, to caress his cock.
He turned around and gazed at me for a long minute, with an expression
of, amazement on his face.

"I still can not believe how much you seem to like playing with my
cock, young lady. You seem to like cock as much as real girls do...
But... You can bet your pretty little ass, that I sure am glad that
you do like it." 

I smiled up at him. He was right. I liked feeling the way a girl does,
when it comes to being dressed up pretty, and having a girl's freedom
to enjoy the feel of a man's hard throbbing cock in her hand. I was
very happy. I could say nothing. I just continued to stroke him to let
him know that I liked what he had for me.

Jonathan then he turned sideways, and he worked my skirt up so that it
was piled up on my tummy. He gently caressed the front of my panties
for a few minutes, which almost drove me crazy with pent up
excitement. Then he got up on the bed, on his hands and knees. He
sidled backwards, till his head was right over the front of my
panties, and his big cock was pressing gently but quite firmly against
my lips. I did not need an engraved invitation. I just assumed that
his cock was mine for the sucking, should I wish to suck it.

I began kissing all over the head of his cock, then I proceeded to
licking his cock, and then took the head of it into my mouth. I could
not suck a lot of it into my mouth because his thighs were so long
that his midriff was quite high up in the air, but I was able to get a
good two or three inches into me, and I sucked on it, licking it for
him. I hoped that he would last longer this time, because I loved
sucking it and I wanted to suck it for as long a time as I could.

I could feel Jonathan, as he lowered my panties. I felt the cool air
on my nearly hairless cockette. Then I felt him wrap the camisole that
he had brought from the drawers, around it, and he began to gently
masturbate me. I knew that given the kind of masculine image that he
had of himself, that this was a real sacrifice for him to do this for
me, just to pleasure me. I responded by wrapping my arms around his
waist, and pulling myself up, so that I could get more of his cock
into my mouth.

I could not stop moaning or writhing about, and I knew that I was
going to cum any second. He was grasping me very tightly, grinding the
girl's under wear material into my cockette, and it was very exciting
for me. I felt him stiffen just before he started to fill my mouth
again, and it made me explode into his hand. 

He milked me as I sucked him dry once more. After a too brief an
orgasm, I was totally drained. I felt totally drained and for the
first time in my life, truly emotionally satisfied. A man had made
love to me, like I was his woman. I was amazed at the intensity of the
emotion that settled into me. It was wonderful. I was at long last, a
woman in a man's eyes. All I wanted to do was to snuggle up to him and
have him hug me and kiss me some more.

I let go of my grasp around his waist, and sank back down into the
bed. I felt his cock leak one more drip onto my lips, and I licked it
off. Jonathan got off the bed, then lay down beside me. He left the
camisole wrapped around my cockette. He took me into his arms, and
passively, I accepted his loving embrace. I loved the way this man was
treating me, and I would do anything that he asked me to do. Hungrily,
I sucked his tongue back into my mouth. I felt so womanly, and so
loved. He kissed me like that for a long time before he started to
speak to me again.

"So, young lady, what do you think? You think you can be a pretty girl
friend for an old codger like me?"

I turned to him, and craned my neck up so that I could kiss his lips.

"Jonathan, I did not know what to think when you first called, but I
had to admit that I am glad that you called me. I have really enjoyed
myself today. You are a man that knows how to make a lady feel like
she is a foxy lady, if you know what I mean?"

"Well, I feel about the same way about you, Debi. Now honey, why don't
you get yourself cleaned up, and wash out that lingerie that you
soiled, and meet down stairs in the kitchen, eh?"

I kissed him again, as he got off the bed and picked up his shirt and
socks, and headed for what I assumed was his own bed room. I looked at
his naked form, and I was glad that he was no dog. Most women I think,
would like to catch a man like Jonathan. Fortunately for me, I am the
one who got him. I watched the muscles ripple in his back as he
walked, and I knew that he was strong enough to do anything that he
chose to do with me, and there would be absolutely nothing that I
could do about it. I had no strength in comparison to this man who had
just taken a controlling interest in my life.

I smiled to myself, because I liked knowing what was happening to me
with this man. He was the kind of man I had always tried to stay away
from, but I knew that I could easily fall in love with such a dominant
and masculine man. His maleness brought out my feminine bent of
character. His maleness intimidated me, a constant reminder of my own
inadequacy as a male, and I loved every second of it.



Chapter Three



I went into the bath room that was off my new bed room, and took a
nice hot shower, being careful not to wet my hair, as I did not want
to spend time on it right then. I also did not want to redo my makeup
either, so I was very careful to not get my face wet either. I had
left my clothes on the bed, intending to put them back on again after
the shower.

But as I walked back into the room, being naked in such a femininely
appointed room, made me feel very vulnerable, and I also felt some how
connected to the girl who had grown up in this room. Suddenly her
father's words about how he would like for me to wear some of her
clothes some time popped back into my mind. I had not intended to put
any of Amanda's clothes on, but I did feel very sexy about the idea of
being expected to wear some of her clothes in the future. I figured
that it could not hurt to spend a few minutes looking at what she had,
after all.

I was giddy and excited as I walked over to the nearest bureau and I
spent a good ten minutes sorting through the neatly piled assortment
of pastel coloured lingerie that was in her drawers. It was obvious
that Jonathan had bought his daughter only the finest of lingeries. I
wondered how I would feel about getting into the pants of the dead
girl, literally.

With some of my curiosity satisfied, I then I went over to the sliding
doors of the closet. It had a very big mirror on one of the sliding
doors. My little apparatus was hidden neatly behind the towel that I
was still wearing. And I was pleased to see that I looked every inch a
female. I even started to get hard again, thinking about being in this
girl's room, and having experienced such intimacy with her father.

I slid the door back, and gazed into the veritable cornucopia of
pastel colours, of her dresses and skirts. They were beautiful. The
closet still had that lovely delicate scent that so often seems to
always be in young ladies closets. There was also a very neat row of
about two dozen pairs of shoes and winter boots and girl's coloured
sneakers all arranged neatly on the floor.

But my eye fell on a bright blue blazer. It struck me that it looked
like it might be a part of a uniform, for some reason. I pushed the
clothes in front of it back a few inches, and pulled the hanger with
the blazer on it out of the closet.

I caught my breath. It looked like... Yes, it was. It was an actual
uniform, a school girl's uniform. I could hardly believe my good
fortune. I'd often ogled pictures of boy's and girls, in Catholic
girl's School uniforms, and now I actually had one in my hands. I
could not muster the discipline to put it back into the closet.
Jonathon's words about how he was going to turn me over his knee and
spank me the first time that he sees me in Amanda's clothes came back,
but the desire to try on Amanda's uniform was too strong. I melted
inside. I could not resist my urge to try on the pretty outfit.

I shrugged my shoulders, realising that if he did spank me, at least I
would find out about if I liked being spanked or not. I carried the
uniform over to the bed, and slowly removed the uniform from the
hanger. There was a kilt like skirt in a dark plaid, mostly of shades
of blues. The skirt was quite heavy, and it had a very large silver
safety pin in the front of it.

There was also a white silk blouse, with a ruffle at the wrist length
cuffs, and the blouse actually buttoned up the back. There was a blue
bow tie that clipped onto the rounded lace trimmed collar of the
blouse. It was not anything like a boy's bow tie though. The bows were
quite a bit bigger than a boy's bow tie, and there were two blue satin
six inch streamers that hung down from it. At least, it looked like it
might be made of satin, and it was very soft to the touch. It was too
feminine a garment for me to even think about resisting the urge to
try it on.

Once I had it laid out on the bed, there was just no possibility that
I would be able resist my desire to wear it. I decided that if I was
going to try on Amanda's uniform, that I might just as well go all the
way, and wear nothing but her clothing, including some of her lovely
under wear. 

I went back to the bureau and had soon collected a matching set of
panties, camisole, bra, half slip, all in a pale yellow satin and a
garter belt. I'd also found some sheer nylon hose, though I was not
sure if I should wear the hose or a pair of blue knee socks. I did not
even want to put my own corset back on, but I was sure that I needed
to wear a corset. Fortunately, in one of the drawers, I found a very
pretty waist nipper that was satin inside and covered with white and
pink over the outside. It even had boning in the sides. 


I decided not to wear nylons, but to wear a pair of Amanda's silk knee
socks. Then I went back to the closet and selected a pair of black
Mary Jane styled shoes that had small two inch heels, with small gold
coloured buckles on the outsides of the shoes. I was pretty sure that
Amanda might have worn exactly the same things on any given school
day, and had spent that day sitting in a class room, as a school girl.
I could not believe how excited I was. I envied her for being not only
allowed to wear such lovely clothing to school, but for being expected
to wear such an outfit as her normal every day wear. I could hardly
believe that I was actually getting the chance to wear the very same
clothes that a real school girl had worn to a real school.

I sat on the bed, and worked the knee socks up over my feet. I did not
know what kind of material they were made of, but they were very soft.
They sure felt like they were made of silk. I put on the bra, and put
my false breasts into the satin lined cups. I wondered if Amanda had
liked the feel of the satin cups on her breasts. Then I wrapped the
waist nipper around my waist and pulled the laces as tightly as I was
able to pull them. It was quite uncomfortable, but if I was going to
have a school girl figure, I decided that the lack of comfort was
worth it.

Then, I raised the camisole over my head and looked up inside of it.
This was a sight that only Amanda had ever seen before. I had a
strange feeling, as I was slowly donning her school clothes, that I
was some how being connected with the girl. It was like I was
beginning to get a sense of how she had felt about herself, and other
things. I liked this sense of sharing Amanda's innermost intimate
feelings with her.

I stood up and stepped into her panties. They felt so wonderful as I
drew them up my legs, and adjusted the panty waist at my nipped in
waist line. I had such a big erection, that the idea of hiding it, or
of putting it back between my legs, where it would have been nestled
in the panty crotch that had caressed Amanda's private parts was
totally out of the question. Besides, I knew that the skirt would
flare out enough to hide it. 

I lightly ran my pink nailed finger tips across the front of her
panties, and I shivered. My effeminated private parts were ever so
intimately caressed, by the very same materials that had caressed her
most intimate girl parts. Once again, I envied her, for not having a
thing like that making such a bulge in the front of her panties.

I stepped into the half slip and raised it up and adjusted the elastic
waist band as well. It was quite a bit shorter than I had thought that
it would be. The lace trim was nearly three inches above my knees. It
felt ever so wonderful though. 

I lovingly slipped the sleeves of the beautiful silk blouse up my
arms, and struggled with the buttons till I had every last button done
up my back. The blouse fit me well. Then I unfurled the kilt, and
wrapped it around my waist. It was a wee bit tight, but I could wear
it. I wrapped it one and a half times around my waist and secured the
three inch long leather belt and buckle at my left side. The large
silver pin was resting above my left knee, at the front of the kilt.
The kilt was only long enough to just barely cover the lacy hem of my
slip. There was also a girl's styled sporran suspended from a delicate
silver chain.

It felt so strange to know that I was wearing a real honest to God,
Catholic School Girl's uniform, complete in authenticity right down to
the sexy lingerie. I picked up the blazer, and slid my arms into it. I
plucked at the ruffled cuffs till all of the ruffle was showing from
the blazer's sleeves. I felt so giddy as I leaned against the bed post
for balance, as I stepped into the shoes, and found them just a tad
bit tight, but I could live with them. They were probably only a half
size smaller than my own girl's shoes anyway.

I just stood there, and closed my eyes, enjoying the sense of intimate
connection that I was feeling with the girl who had last worn these
clothes. My erection was so hard that I was afraid that the contact
with the soft panty material was going to make me explode. I'd never
been so excited before. I usually always had an erection whenever I
had panties on, but this was more sensuous somehow than every other
time. I felt so intimately connected with the pretty young girl, and
her feelings, and that was what was so exciting to me.

I have to also admit that one of the more exciting aspects of what I
was doing, was knowing that very soon the father of the girl in whose
clothes I was clad, was soon going to see me.  He was going to see me
while I was wearing the same clothes that he had last seen on his own
daughter. I almost wanted to have her daddy spank me, while I wore her
uniform. The whole idea was terribly erotic to me. I do not like pain
in any degree. And I was hoping that he would not really spank me. But
the whole idea of the humiliation of laying across his knees, while I
was wearing his daughter's clothing was very exciting to me. I wanted
to feel having him push my skirt up, and then to feel the sting of his
hand on my pantied bum, the same panties that he might have spanked
when they were on his own daughter, was just too exciting for words.

I walked over to look at my reflection in the mirror. If my face had
been younger looking, I would have looked like a real Catholic Girl
School student. I imagined what it must have felt like to sit in a
desk, with such a short skirt on. The skirt hem just barely covered
the top of my knees. There was about five inches of skin that could be
seen, from where the tops of my knee socks where were folded down,
just below my knees, to the hem of my skirt. 

Any modern teenaged Catholic school girl would find it entirely normal
to wear such a skirt as this, but I was quite unused to the
experience, and I felt very exposed and vulnerable. I guess that it
was just part of what being a normal girl feels like. The numerous
tiny pleats of the kilt made it seem kicky and the hem flounced around
with even the smallest of my hip movements. It was so cute.



The numerous tiny pleats of the kilt made it seem kicky and the hem
flounced around with even the smallest of my hip movements. It was so
cute. I was cute in it.

My blazer was a perfect length in the sleeves. The small ruffle of the
blouse's sleeves peeked out in a cute way. The bottom part of the
blazer though went down to about an inch above the kilt's hem. I chose
to leave it unbuttoned, because I liked seeing the big pin. It was a
very pretty uniform in deed. Once I had the bow tie affixed, I gazed
at myself, seeing for the very first time, what I might have looked
like, if I had been allowed to go to a Catholic Girl's School. 

I noted that there was a rather ornate looking emblem on the breast
pocket, over my left breast. It said, "St. Michael's Academy for Young
Ladies." I felt ever so wonderful wearing this uniform. I hoped that
Jonathan would not be upset at seeing me in it, but I just could not
resist the desire to wear it. I could also not resist the desire to be
seen wearing it either.

Now it was time to go down and let my new daddy see what his new
daughter looked like , when she was all dressed up for school. I felt
so weak and vulnerable, as I made my way down the stairs, knowing that
Amanda had walked down the same stairs, wearing the same clothing, and
being seen by the same daddy. 

The pretty and feminine flouncing of the kilt's hem made with each of
my steps, made me feel even more vulnerable and exposed, more girlish.
I loved the sensations it gave me. I was almost intoxicated, I felt so
giddy. This was a dream come true.

I walked down the hall way that led into the kitchen. I stopped in the
door way. Jonathan was standing there, stirring in a pan on the stove.
He was wearing a pair of loose fitting boxer shorts, and a pair of
sandals. Considering the way I was dressed, it was almost a laughing
matter.

I cleared my throat. I was some what scared. What if he had not meant
what he had said. Would he be so mad at me that he would beat me up?
"Uhhh... Hello, Daddy?"

Jonathan turned slowly around to look me over, very slowly. I blushed.
I knew that it was respectful for young ladies to curtsy when they
come into the presence of elders, and so, feeling completely girlish,
I plucked at my skirt hems, and executed a shallow but pretty curtsy.
This overtly feminine submissive act of respect, emphasised in my
mind, that it was I who was in the submissive role, of the two of us.

"O... Oh, my..." Jonathan just stared at me. I blushed and I let my
eyes fall from his face. As they fell, I could see that Jonathan had a
bulge growing in the front of his shorts, and I knew that I had done
the right thing, He liked me... He liked me a lot in this uniform.

"You... You are quite a beautiful young lady.... Miss Debi..."

"Thank you, kind sir..." and I curtsied again in acceptance of the
girl oriented compliment. It was not a compliment that would ever be
given to a boy. I blushed to.

I walked slowly over to him, feeling the heavy material of my kilt
slapping the soft silkiness of my slip against the backs of my bare
thighs, with every step. I was acutely aware that the girl who had
worn this uniform before me, had felt the same feelings, maybe even
standing in the same spot that I was in. 

Yes... I thought to myself, dreamily, Amanda had felt the same
sensations, whenever she had walked over to her daddy, just like I was
doing. Only, I wanted to do something that Amanda had never done, at
least I was pretty sure that she had never done it. 

When I got over to stand about a foot away from the man, I stopped in
front of him. I was very aware of the bulge that had grown in the
front of his skimpy shorts. I was flattered that a man could feel like
that about me, just by looking at me.

"Do you want me to take care of that problem for you, Jonathan?"

"Yes..." he rasped out. He was really turned on by what I had done. I
could not believe that I was ready to suck his cock for the third time
that day already, and yet I wanted to. I wanted to wear this pretty
uniform, and suck his manly cock for him. I wanted to pleasure him
very much.

I smiled up at him, as I slowly and gracefully began to bend my legs,
lowering myself to kneel in front of him. When I felt my knees on the
cool tiles of the kitchen floor, I moved my right hand up to grasp the
bulge, then I moved my fingers, so that they could pull his erection
out through the fly of his boxer shorts. I could not believe how
girlish and utterly feminine I felt, as I kneeled there, in clothing
that he had last seen on his own daughter. I opened my mouth and moved
my head foreword. All the while, I was looking up at his lust clouded
eyes.

I felt the dry skin of his cock head on my lips. I touched it with my
tongue, and very slowly, I wet the entire cock head. Then I pressed my
head against it, and I felt the hard shaft slowly begin to slide
across my soft sensitive pink lips, and his cock filled the insides of
my mouth once again. I was sure that Jonathan was seeing the way his
big cock head was bulging and pushing out the sides of my cheeks. It
felt so big inside of my mouth that I was certain the effects could be
clearly seen by my daddy.

He was so hot that he just started cumming, almost immediately. I was
kind of disappointed about that, because it meant that I could not
keep his cock in my mouth for very long. I had been looking forward to
giving him a very long teasing blow job, enjoying the sensations of
doing it while I was wearing his daughter's clothing. In a matter of
minutes though, he was growing soft in my mouth, and I had one more
load of protein rich cum in my belly.

When he got soft, I pulled my head back, and used my right hand to put
him back into his boxers. Then I stood up in front of him. I raised up
onto my tippy toes and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He wrapped
his arms around me and squeezed me so tight that I could hardly
breath, and he drove his tongue into my mouth. I raised my arms to
hold onto his neck, so that I would not fall. I felt so wonderfully
weak and vulnerable, being squeezed against his body the way that I
was.

I gently sucked on his tongue, as his hands went down to my bum,
squeezed me very tightly, then he started to inch my skirt up, till
his hands were on my pantied cheeks. It felt so wonderful to me to
feel his strong fingers kneading my pantied flesh. I melted into him
and I sucked his tongue.

"Uhhh... We better stop this before we burn the dinner," he finally
said as he reluctantly let me go.

I went back down on my feet, and I smiled up in what I hoped was a shy
and coquettish smile. Then I turned and started searching through the
drawers for the cutlery. I also found the plates and the glasses. I
went to the refrigerator and saw that there was a half full bottle of
white wine there, so I removed it and filled the glasses with it's
contents.

By the time the table was set, the dinner was ready. It was nothing
fancy, just hamburgers and fries, but it tasted delicious. We ate, and
most of the time, Jonathan held my hand on the table's surface. I
really liked that. When the meal was over, he wrapped an apron around
me, and I washed while he dried. He said it was easier to get dishes
wet than it was to get them dry, so this time, I could do the easy
job. I found that I was really liking Jonathan. I was finding that I
was glad that he was the one who was black mailing me. He was a very
sexy man, in my eyes, anyway.

When everything was put away, he went to the basement to get another
bottle of wine. I went into the living room and turned on the
television again. I also went into the bath room to refresh my makeup.
I was amazed at how sucking cock had removed my make up for me.

When I returned to the living room, Jonathan was already there, seated
on the couch. He patted his lap, indicating that this was where he
wanted me to sit. I smiled, feeling giddy, and very feminine as I
walked over and gracefully placed my bum into his lap.

"You know Princess, I promised you that I was going to spank you the
first time that I see you in Amanda's clothes, eh? You remember that
honey?"

"Yes..., I remember."

"So, you put on her school uniform, which by the way looks very
attractive on you, anyway, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." "Well, that makes me believe one of two things. It has
to be that you hoped that I would not spank you, which I am pretty
sure that you know better than to believe about me, even though we
have not really known each other for very long. The other thing is
that you put it on because you wanted me to turn you over my knees,
and spank your pantied bum for you. So, which is it, Miss Debi?"

"I... I don't know. I guess that I was hoping that you would like me
enough when you saw what I was wearing, that you would not carry out
your promise... I guess?"

"You know what honey?"

"What."

"I think that you just lied to me, that is what I think. What do you
think of that?"

"I... I don't know?" I was definitely getting some nervous twitches. I
was also feeling some twitches under my bum cheeks again to.

"Well, since you don't know, I guess that I have to assume that I am
right about you?"

I did not say anything. The fingers of both of my hands were playing
nervously with the hem of my kilt.

"Well, I guess that your reaction pretty well confirms my opinion.
Little ladies do not lie to their daddies. You have to be punished for
lying to me, Debi. Do you understand that?"

"I... I guess?"

"Okay honey, stand up and don't move."

I stood up and Jonathan got to his feet. He went out of the room, and
he returned about three minutes later, with a yellow plastic foot long
ruler in his left hand. He sat again, in the middle of the couch.

Before I could even realise what was happening to me, he grasped my
left forearm and pulled me off balance. I landed across his lap, belly
down. His right arm pressed down across the tops of my shoulders, and
his left leg went over my legs right behind the knees, so that I was
immobile. I could not move, even if I had wanted to.

"Are you going to promise that you will not try to get up, if I loosen
my hold on you?"

"Yes... Sir."

His right arm relieved the pressure on my shoulders. In a few moments,
I felt his hand exploring the back of me. His hands gently caressed my
skirted bum for a few minutes. Then he began to slowly push my skirt
up, revealing my soft silk and lace panties to his eyes.

His strong finger tips gently caressed the surface of my panties for a
few minutes, as he told me what pretty panties I was wearing, and what
a pretty girlish bum that I had. Then I heard a swish and a sharp
stinging sensation on my bum. Before I hardly even felt the first one,
the second one came down and it seemed like it would never end. It was
so painful that I lost track after the first five.

My bum had never hurt so bad, ever. It was bad enough that I began to
try and kick my way out. When that did not work, I began to cry to try
and relieve the pain in some way. Nothing worked. Jonathan must have
been taking an awful lot of frustration out on me, by the time he was
done spanking me. I was wracked with sobs. Then he threw the ruler
onto the floor, and he gently began caressing my pantied cheeks for a
few minutes. After that, he lowered my panties and gently fondled my
red aching cheeks.

He did not say very much, but then he pulled my panties back up and
told me that I could get up. I must have looked very cute to him, as I
stood up and rubbed the back of my skirt with both of my hands,
because he watched me for a moment and then burst out laughing. He
finally told me it was because I just made such a cute picture,
standing there like a little five year old, rubbing my bum cheeks,
after she had gotten a spanking.

Fortunately, the pain subsided fairly quickly. I gingerly sat back on
his knee. He put his hand up under my skirt, and discovered that I had
a raging hard on in the front of my panties. He teased me about how
much I must have liked being spanked, in order to get such a boner in
my panties. As he teased me, he was gently masturbating me through my
panties. It was so erotic that all I could do was moan and try hard
not to soil the panties. I clung to his neck, as though to get more
strength to stop myself from cumming in my panties. Jonathan just
turned me on so much.

He kept at me though. He was kissing my face, and he was squeezing me
pretty hard, grinding the girl material of his daughter's pretty
panties into the vulnerable member. He made me talk to him about how
much I loved feeling like a weak vulnerable pretty little girl. Every
time I answered one of his questions along those lines, completely
exposing the most deeply rooted secrets to him, I felt even more and
more vulnerable, if that was possible. 

It made me even more turned on to be admitting my submissive nature to
a man who would not hesitate to use it against me, to get his own way
with me. Every confession that came out of my mouth was taking me more
and more into the submissive role with this man. He now knew things
about me that I had never admitted to anyone else. I was his
submissive little lady now, and I had no choice about it.

The realisation that my confessions was condemning me to a
relationship of servitude to this man, made me more turned on than I
have ever been before. He made me cum in his hand, and he milked me,
making me orgasm at the same moment that I was admitting my love of
being turned into his submissive little girl, who wanted to make her
daddy very happy. This relationship of the orgasm to the humiliation
seemed to make my subservience to him all that more certain.

He finally let me go. He told me to wash up the soiled lingerie that I
had messed up. He told me that he had to go to the barn, as it was
milking time, so it was time for me to go home. He told me that he
expected me to be back next Saturday at the same time. He kissed me,
patted my bum, and said good bye to me. Then he walked out the front
door. He did turn and smile at me, and told me that if I wanted to
take anything of Amanda's home to wear, that I could do so.

I returned to my new bed room, and slowly disrobed. I washed the slip
and the panties, and then replaced everything else in the closet. I
just had to take some of Amanda's under wear though, because it was so
pretty. I also knew that it was because I knew that I was going to
have many orgasms while I was wearing it, while I thought about my new
daddy, and how he treats me, and much more about how he expects me to
treat him.

I could not believe, when I glanced at my watch that four hours had
passed already. My bum was still pretty sore, as I hit some pot holes
on the way home along the country roads. I was also strangely happy. I
knew that I had just been black mailed into a terrible ordeal, with no
idea of how long it would last, or even where it would take me, and
yet I had another erection in my panties, just thinking about it. 

Either I was getting more perverse, or his dominance of me was
bringing out the true degree of my submissive nature. I did not know
which, and I did not care which. All that I knew for certain was that
I now had a man lover who treated me the way I wanted to be treated.

I wondered if he might ever put a ring on my finger, and ask me to
move in with him. I kind of hoped so.

End of the beginnings.



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