Message-ID: <13311eli$9807231511@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13311.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: {VickieTern} New TG: Dolls 5/9 F/m M/M F/f femdom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998072311592900.HAA12775@ladder03.news.aol.com> {VickieTern} New TG: Dolls 5/9 F/m M/M F/f femdom I'll appreciate knowing what you think of this:VickieTern@AOL.COM Other Vickie Tern stories are archived in http://www.fictionmania.com and http://library.gaycafe.com/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Vickie_Tern I'll appreciate knowing what you think of any of these too, if you can still write after reading them. If you shouldn't be reading this, don't. might have said too much, and eased off a little. "Don't worry, darling. I don't mean now. It's that your sense of yourself as a woman is incomplete while you're still a virgin. We'll do some new things starting tomorrow. That's all." "All right," Bob got out. He was so overwhelmingly relieved, he scarcely noticed that was still a little apprehensive. But the next morning when he woke up Diana's comment came back to him. Was this the way he wanted to go? No. The idea of intimacy with a man, those hairy, muscular animals! A guy?! How do women do it? How can they want to? Why would they want to attract that kind of person? Fully his former self for the first time in weeks, Bob decided that enough was enough. He hated to, but he'd leave. He put on jeans and a simple Oxford shirt, no one would notice it buttoned the wrong way, and slipped moccasins on his feet, no one would notice they were cut rather low and graceful, and he resolved to wear no make up at all. Only a little natural shade on his lips, and a touch of eye liner. A girl needs to look minimally decent. He took down a flowered carryall, and was wondering which of his pretty undies to pack to take with him when Erika came in. So he asked her advice. In reply, she gave him double that day's dosage of tranquillizers. He spent the day dreamy, and by the evening when Diana arrived his mood had changed. He'd become curious what "new things" Diana had in mind. Diana introduced Bob to "men" that night, that is, to vibrators and dildoes. First she pleasured herself with a six inch, pink, cock-shaped vibrator while he watched her, a little jealous, and as it came out of her dripping with her fluids she held it out for him to lick, suck, tongue, and then mouth sweetly. She smiled and fed it to him head first as if it were a lollypop held out to a baby, her own mouth partly open, her teeth slightly clenched, her eyelids watchful and hooded. Before the evening ended he had learned how to deep-throat it, to swallow when he felt his gag reflex rising. She held it out playfully and asked him to lunge at it like a puppy, to take it in his mouth and face fuck himself with it. He obliged. On their next date she taught him how to use his throat like a vagina with a ten inch vibrator, the way she'd first learned to do it in college when she'd wanted to know everything at first hand. She'd never ask him to do anything she hadn't done, she assured him, so he could scarcely object when she'd turn to him still breathing heavily from her own vibrator-induced orgasm and say, "Your turn now, sweetheart." She strapped it onto her mound so it rose in proud, permanent erection from her crotch. Then thereafter each night of lovemaking began with Bobbi lovingly, affectionately, cock sucking a penis-shaped vibrator, licking, sucking, slurping, and deep throating it while kneeling before her while she stood legs apart, hands on hips, looking down magisterially at his bobbing head. Or sometimes she'd sit on the ruffled slipper chair in Bobbi's bedroom while Bobbi sank to his knees in front of her, kissed the tip of her dildo to salute it, and then worked it tirelessly with his mouth and throat, while she rested a comforting hand on his carefully coiffed head. After only a week of this nightly routine she introduced these instruments to his pristine ass, and he understood for the first time why all those daily enemas and douches. First her well-lubricated finger, then a small Dildo, then a larger one, until he could take the full-sized ten inch strap-on pounding into him. As she commented, the length didn't matter, since his rear pussy was deeper than the longest prick ever made. It was the thickness, and as his anus stretched she urged him to feel proud he could accommodate it. She persisted until his prostate was stimulated to paroxysms and he came spurting repeatedly into the bedsheets. Soon he couldn't imagine climaxing any other way. Whenever he saw her reaching for the strap-on with a wicked smile on her face, his heart leaped up eagerly and his groin spasmed in anticipation. Not his cock, not any more. Around this time Bob found that no matter how artfully Diana manipulated it, the flesh had grown lazy. It no longer stiffened dependably. When she fucked him deep he could still achieve delicious orgasms, and the thing leaked jism, but only rarely could he enter and come inside her. "Never mind, honey," she said, caressing his now-distended nipples, excruciatingly tender on the soft mounds now growing out of his chest. "It's just that you're getting to be more and more my girl, aren't you. Well, I'll be the man now. It's my turn!" Diana settled on one dildo of a particular size, not the longest she ever used on Bob but one of the thickest, warm to the touch and mouth, with a crowning purple helmet and distinctive veins running up it. "I don't want you to become promiscuous," she said. "I want you to feel faithful to one man." She paused, and flashed him a wicked gleam, and added, "Mostly." Somehow he felt good at that. They understood each other, as girls do, and men never suspect. That dildo became "Diana's cock." After a few times Bob forgot to feel humiliated when she fucked him with it. Instead he looked forward to it. It felt familiar, comfortable. All of the other dildoes and vibrators went back into her box of tricks. He began to feel affectionate toward it, it gave him so much pleasure, and Diana was amused to see Bobbi kiss it with sincere passion when he was asked to open his mouth and throat to it, or to lift his rear pussy high to receive it. He loved it. He took pride that he was Diana's special plaything, a soft vessel of flesh whose bodily openings were hers to use as she chose. His whole purpose in life now was to look pretty for her and to prepare himself for her visits. When she chose to go out with him, to a restaurant or a show, or dancing, he was rapturous. Two months after his first date with Diana in a dress, he found that little else was on his mind than making himself pretty and demonstrating his devotion to whatever she asked of him. When he finally asked her what was in Erika's injections, and Diana told him "Female hormones, so you can be my smooth, round, soft, lovely girl naturally, for the rest of your life," he only nodded. It seemed natural enough. He adored it when her hand caressed the exquisite erotic sensitivity of those conical nipples budded on his swelling breasts. A week after that Diana decided he was ready for the last thing she wished personally to teach him, and made a few phone calls. It started as an ordinary dinner in a small upscale Restaurant coiled into the corner of a new downtown office building. Two well-dressed men chatted with them at the bar while they waited for their table, and for once Diana allowed them to join with the two ladies. They turned out to be excellent company, cultured, complimentary, and amusing by turns. Moreover, they ordered different bottles of wine with each new course, and insisted that each be finished before the next course was brought forward. Bob lost all recollection of dessert or of leaving the resaurant. He awoke in the middle of the night to find himself in bed naked, a naked man snoring into his ear, two strong hairy arms wrapped around his chest, and what had to be a cock pressing into the crease of his softly rounded rear end. Had the man...? Had the man discovered....? When he got up to use the bathroom, he found Diana sleeping in the spare bedroom with another man, and it all seemed natural enough. So he returned to bed. When he awoke at daybreak his bed partner was gone, but then he saw and felt the crusts of dried cum on his face and his belly, and in the crack of his ass. He felt stretched down there. No way, he realized, was he a virgin any longer. At breakfast Diana confirmed his surmise. She explained that both men had done him after they'd brought them home, that neither one seemed to mind using his ass when that was all they found under his panties, and that he'd first deep-throated each and then screamed joyously while they reamed him one after the other for nearly two hours. "I expect your throat's feeling sore," she commented in conclusion. "Mine would be. And not only my throat!" He did feel sore, a little. He felt both pride and humiliation that he'd been taken by a man as if he were a woman, but he also felt resentful that somehow he'd been used. He was now a real girl, and his ass was proven to be a workable vagina, but he was also now a real cocksucker. Or maybe that was the same thing. But he didn't feel different. "I don't know what it was like," he complained to Diana. "I don't remember anything about it." "Aww! You feel cheated! We'll soon fix that," Diana said, glancing up at him. "No problem, honey! I've got their number." So she called the same men, who happened to be in town for one more day, and they arranged another dinner. This time they had only one glass of wine apiece, and Bob remained timorously alert to everything that followed. His partner turned out to be as nice as he had seemed. He joked with the two ladies during dinner and was gentle and affectionate afterward. He admired Bob's budding breasts when Bob took off his brassiere, and when he kissed them Bob thought he would die with delight. After all that dildo training his cock slipped effortlessly into Bob's pussy, no problem, and Bob immediately felt that delicious feeling down under begin to build up. He waited to cum until Bob's gasping climaxed into shrieks, and then the feel of hot sperm spurting in his ass set Bob shuddering into a second orgasm immediately on top of the first. An hour later with a bit of sucking he was ready again, and this time Bob went directly to heaven. He shrieked for joy through three more orgasms, the last two dry. "Women's orgasms," Diana explained to him later. "I told you you're a girl!" Thereafter when they went out as a twosome they frequently returned as a foursome, and when Diana and one of the men disappeared into one of the bedrooms Bobbi was always ready to take her man into the other. Diana put away that last dildo. Men were nicer than dildos, Bobbi had to agree with Diana, even though they were hairy and their beards scratched. It was a good feeling, he thought when sometimes it worried him that he was being unmanly. But he did so much enjoy feeling all that raw male cock with all that muscle power behind it push energetically into him, and to stroke and mouth all of that velvety nubby skin was a privilege! After another few weeks of finding men and taking them home -- Diana never failed to attract the nicest, most virile yet decent of them, Bob couldn't figure out how she did it -- Bob realized that he was no longer sleeping with Diana at all. When he mentioned this to her, she only shrugged and asked if he was unhappy. He couldn't say he was. She asked him if he'd rather get laid by a woman or a man, and he thought a long while before deciding on an evasive answer. "I don't know," he said. That was a good enough answer for Diana. A few days later she suddenly appeared in Bobbi's apartment unannounced. "Now Bobbi," she said. He sensed that suddenly Diana was all business, though pleasant enough about it. "I haven't told you before, but now you should know, because we belong to each other. Don't we?" "Yes," Bob said, with no idea where this remarkable woman was now going. He was about to add, "I suppose, in a way," but he sensed that around Diana her way was the only way. "So listen closely, my dear. Some of this will surprise you." He sat down, all ears. "I'm very wealthy. Money is of no concern to me, and never has been. I get what I want. I wanted you. I wanted you available to do what I want you to do. To be a girl for me when I want you to be a girl. Maybe with me, maybe with guys, maybe with one guy I happen to have in mind. Never mind why. My reasons are my own, and they're sufficient for me to have gone to a lot of trouble preparing you, so I don't want you to bother your pretty little head about them now. I know that your inheritance has nearly run out, and soon you'll need to get back to work. If someone who looks the way you do now can find work. Remember, you're not quite the slim boy you were, and the clothes in your closet aren't his clothes any more. Now you're a girl, aren't you? Pretty much unskilled, so restricted to low paying jobs and glass ceilings, right? Or, there's always the streets, but who knows what kinds of men you'd find there? Or what diseases!" "Well, if you continue to do what I say, you'll never have to work again. You'll be free to indulge any whims that may occur to you, within reason of course. In this purse is a whole new world for you. To begin with, the ownership papers for this apartment -- it's really a condo. Right now it has a heavy mortgage, but if you're happy with our arrangement, I'll pay it off month by month, and in one year it'll be yours free and clear to live in or rent out, whatever you like. Also a new driver's license made out to "Bobbi," and the papers for a new BMW you'll find downstairs in this building's underground garage. Also a few credit cards for the best women's stores in town, and I'll expect you to use them often. "Women's stores, Bobbi. Because what you'll have to do for me for all this, Bobbi, is agree to live as a woman whether I'm supervising you or Erica, or neither of us. Just keep getting used to it, and find out what kind of a girl you are, and live as that kind of girl. I'll help you, of course. I'll start you out with a few women friends who'll help you find a whole new social life, and will see to it that you learn how to make men happy, and also learn how to be happy despite the fact that they're men. We all have to learn that. Then when you're ready I'll ask you to come live on my estate. But that'll be later still, when the time is ripe. If you don't like what I'll ask you to do then, you can always say 'No' and at that point we'll part company, still friends. But I think you'll love doing it. It won't be anything I haven't done. Nor you, now, girlie." She grinned at that, and then turned serious again. "I meant what I just said. There will be men in your life. and one in particular. I want you to learn how to love them, and how to want to satisfy them, and how to become expert at making them happy and satisfied. I will not want your affairs to include any men I haven't chosen for you. So there is that restriction on your social life. And the women in your life are for suitable companionship and advice, nothing more. Your cock is useless now, and your ass is mine! But all in all, you won't find life too arduous." "Will you agree to all this? Bobbi, do say yes. Please. For me. Do take this purse. It also contains notice of your new bank account, all yours, with a first amount in it larger than that inheritance you were using up. And of course your makeup -- from now on you'll never leave home without it. I'm leaving for Europe tonight on business, but tomorrow a young woman will drop by to see how you are. And to double date with you. You'll like her. She started out in discos and she graduated to sex shop porn, and she's been a model, and a street prostitute, and then she was kept by several very influential men, so now there's nothing she doesn't know and very little she can't teach you. She's well-educated, and she's really quite respectable now. But I know you'll find it amusing, learning some of the things she knows. I did." She held out the purse, looking hopeful. A bit addled, overwhelmed really, so choked up he was unable to say anything, Bobbi took the purse from her, and nodded. She looked him over closely and said "Good! It may be a while, honey, but I'll be in touch. Enjoy yourself. That's your job from now on." Then she got into her car, and drove off without looking back. *************** DOLLS PART TWO Diana Claiborne was born very wealthy. This does not mean she was spoiled. When she was little she adored her father, who adored her more and wanted to give her anything her whims dictated. What she wanted at the time was dolls, lots of them, all living together in an elaborate doll house three stories tall and filling most of her playroom, with ten bedrooms, each bedroom with a sitting room attached, some of them with a kitchen off the sitting room, all built according to her specifications. Then she would pair and re-pair the boy dolls and the girl dolls, so that different doll couples could spend their nights in different bedrooms, as she had noticed her daddy and mommy sometimes did. Sometimes she would pair up two dolls of the same gender for the evening, especially if they had recently spent a night with the same doll of the other gender, because she liked to imagine what they would then say and do with each other. She was much more precocious than spoiled. She was just beginning to elaborate this game when her father died in a hunting accident in Africa. Her mother had always preferred being wealthy to being a mother, and decided to devote the rest of her life to being courted for her body, her money, or both, by handsome younger men who adored the life style she could confer on them until they grew tiresome. So Diana's intellectual and moral education was left to her doll house and her imagination, neither of which anyone ever investigated, and to her governesses, tutors, and teachers, the housemistress of her private school, visiting church ministers, and a lesbian housemaid who taught her to lick and be licked insatiably even before she reached adolescence and her first period. Her mother instructed all of these worthy people to provide Diana whatever material things she needed when she needed them, but to withhold all other desireable things until special gift-giving occasions came around, or else to grant them as special rewards for exceptional performance. So Diana very early learned several truths about herself and the world. One was that she was extremely clever. She could easily convince many people, including herself, that whatever she desired was something material she needed, and therefore something she should have. This was true of ponies, dresses, or sharing doll coupling games with the gardener's young son, who saw no point to them but could at least verify for her which boy dolls were anatomically correct and which were not. Another truth was that holidays like Christmas and her birthday came but once a year, not often enough to matter. But she quickly learned that with persistence, wit, and careful planning, she could perform something exceptional almost any time. This truth soon became self-evident, whether she was show-jumping horses, learning to sail, solving problems in Euclidean Geometry, writing essays on Julius Caesar, or at age fourteen, seducing the near-seventeen year old Captain of a nearby school's football team into relieving her of the burden of her virginity. She accomplished this only one week after she successfully blackmailed the housemistress of her private boarding school into nightly oral service of her cunt for the remainded of the school year. These last two exceptional performances carried their own rewards with them, of course. The football captain fucked her to her first solid orgasms, and the housemistress kissed and licked her to more fluid orgasms. But Diana knew she had earned those rewards and deserved them. Getting the housemistress to cooperate was easy. Her early experience with the family housemaid had taught Diana how to recognize a female eye that looked too attentive when young girls undressed themselves. Such, though repressed and perhaps even unnoticed, was the housemistress's eye. So in the middle of the night Diana sent a new younger student to sleep in the housemistress's bed after a bad dream, and waited fifteen minutes to be sure the young girl was in place. Then she broke into the housemistress's room to catch them in flagrante. That is, she switched on the light and revealed each of them asleep in the bed, each pretty much unaware of the other's presence, and clicked her empty snapshot camera at them a few times as they woke up. She then sent the younger girl back to her own bed, closed the door, climbed into the bed herself, and informed the dumbfounded end 5/9 (c) 1998 by Vickie Tern May be archived if made freely available. Not if not. Vickie Tern@AOL.COM -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>