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>