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***From FEMINET
The First Time
By - Zara Thustra
I have always fantasized about being involved with a dominant woman.
For as long as I can remember, I have always been intrigued by powerful
and demanding women. Even as a child, my favorite times were when I was
caught and tied up in a game of Cowboys and Indians. Usually by Stephanie,
the girl who lived just up the street from me. I always gave up much too
easily. She knew it too, but she always seemed to get just as excited as I
did at the prospect of capturing and binding me. As we got older, we
continued to play our game of Cowboys and Indians. I'll never forget,
the last time we played was in the seventh grade. I was sneaking up on her
trying to capture her and she turned around and jumped on me, wrestling me
to the ground. She looked down at me from her position on top. She was
at this time several inches taller than me and weighed about 10-15 pounds
more than me. She put her knees outside my legs and, holding each wrist
tightly, pinned me down. She told me I had been "caught." I could see
a look in her eyes that seemed to be a mixture of excitement and
curiousity. She told me she would let me up if I promised to stay right
where I was until she came back. I agreed and sat there waiting while she
ran off into her house. She was gone about fifteen minutes and came back
with a piece of cord about four feet long and a silk scarf.
I looked up at her as she approached, and for the first time, realized
how attractive she was. Her breasts were just beginning to show signs of
womanhood and her tall thin body was gorgeous. I was at the age when I
had just begun thinking about girls, and I had hoped that she was starting
to think the same way. She stepped over me and told me I was her prisoner
and had to do everything she said. I agreed. She told me to roll over onto
my stomach and put my hands behind my back. She kneeled down, putting one
knee in the small of my back and lifted my arms straight up. She
told me to hold my wrists together and keep my arms straight up and down.
I did as she said, and before I knew it I felt her tying the cord tightly
around my wrists. When we had played before, we had always tied each other
loosly so that we could get away if we had to, but this time, I knew I
was really tied up. I protested, telling her how much she was hurting me,
and she smiled, and without saying a word put the finishing touches on her
work, pulling the ends of the cord tightly and tying it off in a knot.
She helped me to my feet and looked me over. She picked up the scarf off
the ground and tied it around my head completely covering my eyes. At first
I could see around it, but she flicked her finger near my eye and my whince
gave me away. She retied the blindfold several times, until she was convinced
I couldn't see anything. I asked her to take it off and untie me, and she
reminded me that it was my idea to play in the first place. I agreed and
began to feel a certain amount of excitement, as I began fantasizing about
Stephanie and what she looked like naked. I felt an erection growing in
my shorts, which were old and fairly tight. I couldn't see what it looked
like, but from Stephanie's giggles, I could tell it was obvious. She told me
that she always knew I liked being tied up, but never knew I liked it
THIS much, and laughed again. She grabbed the front of my shirt, and began
tugging at it, signaling for me to follow her. I knew we were going inside,
since we were playing in her backyard. Then it dawned on me, we were going
into her house, I was going to be bound, and noticeably excited it front of
her mother and older sister. I began to pull away, telling her to let me go.
She told me no one was home, and not to worry. I still resisted, but much
less. She backed me up and pushed me. I fell down, landing comfortably on
couch. She told me she would be right back, and not to go anywhere. I sat
there still, wondering what she was up to. In a few minutes she returned and
told me to stand, she wanted to take me upstairs to the bedroom. I agreed
and follwed her up, stumbling on the stairs several times as we walked.
She pushed me again, and I fell on her bed. Her pushing me must have been
alot of fun for her, because each time she pushed me, she laughed a little
to let me know she was enjoying it.
The next thing I felt was Stephanie unbuttoning my shorts and pulling
them down around my ankles. She commented on my erection that she could
see under my underpants. She told me she had never actually seen a
penis before, and asked if she could look at mine. I told her no, I was
much too embarrased at this point. She pulled on my underpants anyway
and before I knew it they were down around my ankles. There I was, half-
naked lying bound on Stephanie's bed. I begged with her, and pleaded
to release me, I told her the game was over. She told me that the game
was just beginning and that I was talking too much. The next thing I
know she is putting a wide piece of tape over my mouth and then another
and another, until my face is covered in tape from my chin to my nose.
I tried to move my mouth around enough to break the seal, but it was
secure. The only noise that would escape was a high pitched moan I would
make everytime she brushed against my cock. I was embarrased and
humiliated, but loving it! Stephanie grabbed some more cord and tied my
legs spread wide to the posts of her bed. The whole time she was
laughing and teasing me, calling me Geronimo. I tried to squirm free
and beg to release, but the bonds and tape held tight. She kneeled down
between my legs and began rubbing and licking my cock, telling me
she was going to figure out how to do it right. The sensations I was
getting were giving me clear signals she WAS doing something right.
After about fifteen minutes of rubbing and licking, she told me she
wanted to try something else. She had always heard that guys felt great
pain when they were kicked in the groin and she was going to use me to
figure out why. She started by slapping my cock. At first, gently, and then
slowly harder and harder. The whole time I was squirming and making as
much noise as possible from underneath my gag. Each time she kept telling
me that that wasn't quite it. She tried digging her fingernails into my
cock and scratching and flicking, but none met with her satisfaction. Finally
in frustration, she stopped. She untied my blindfold and asked me to take a
look at her. She had put on some of her sister's lingerie, a black teddy
and hose with garters. She asked me if I liked it and I nodded repeatedly.
Her tits filled out the teddy nicely, and she looked truely sensational. I
had never seen anything like it, except in Playboy. She told me that she
couldn't figure out what made boys tick and wanted to try a few more things.
I shook my head to say no, but she ignored me. Then it happened, she
discovered my balls. She began slapping them, watching my expression, but
not convinced that she had done enough. She took each ball between her
thumb and forefinger and began pinching. I tried to let out a scream, but
couldn't. She had discovered the thing that made me tick. She alternated
between slapping my cock andpinching my balls. As she did, I became more
and more excited until, finally, I had a tremendous, overpowering sensation
that began in my stomach and moved like a rocket through my balls and cock.
Before either of us knew it, my stomach and Stephanies hands were covered in
cum. I had had my first orgasm. She had no idea what had happened, nor did
I, I just looked up at her and tried to tell with my eyes to keep going.
She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My head was buzzing, and I
barely noticed Stephanie jump up and run out of the room, slamming the door
behind her.
From the hallway I heard a second voice asking Stephanie why she was
dressed that way, what was she doing wearing her sister's lingerie. Then the
door swung open, and Diana, Stephanie's sister, stood there looking at me
at first with a look of horror, and then one of amusement. She burst into
laughter. She called Stephanie into the room and asked her to explain.
Stephanie's face was beet red, and her sister stared at her and demanded
an answer. Diana couldn't hold back her laughter, and gave her little sister
a hug telling her, that it must run in the family. Diana stepped over to me
and looked me up and down, commenting on what a nice job Stephanie had done
of securing me, although she did think the gag was a bit excessive. I kept
squirming trying to get free, pleading to Diana with my eyes to let me go.
She looked down at me telling me I had made a mess and ordered Stephanie to
get a towel to clean it up. When Stephanie came back in the room, holding
the towel, Diana stopped her. She told her that although I had made the mess
that Stephanie probably had something to do with it. Diana told her she would
have to learn how to behave better, and that the mess that was made was
inexcussable. In addition, she seemed very unhappy about Stephanie wearing
her teddy without her permission. Stephanie tried to explain, but Diana
cut her off. She grabbed and length of rope and told Stephanie to turn around.
Stephanie obeyed, and I layed there, watching in amazement as Diana tied
up her sister. She tied her wrists together and then lashed her elbows
together, making her breasts stick out. She told Stephanie to bend over, so
that her ass was sticking out. Stephanie did as she was told, and Diana
began spanking her, gently at first, slowly building up until she was
smacking her ass with full force. Stephanie began crying, and Diana responded
by wadding up the towel she had brough and shoving it in her mouth. She
spanked her ten more times and then told her to clean up the mess with the
towel in her mouth. I had gotten quite excited watching the whole thing
proceed and my cock was erect again. Stephanie cleaned all around my cock and
stomach, occasionally rubbing the rough towel over my prick. Diana came
back into the room and examined her work. She found it to her satisfaction.
She came over to me and quickly tore off the tape from my mouth, the pain
was incredible, and Diana seemed to know it. I began to ask her to let me
go, but she cut me off, telling me I was in too deep now, and there was no way
I was going home. She told me not to say another word or make another sound
or the tape would be put back on. I nodded to let her know I understood. She
asked Stephanie to explain what was going on. Stephanie told her she was trying
to learn about sex, and told her all about our game. Diana looked at me and
though a minute. She told her that if she wanted to know about sex, she
was going to learn. She reached down and removed Stephanies panties and told
to lie down on top of me and begin kissing my mouth, she obeyed. Diana
watched and began rubbing herself while she watched. Next she told Stephanie
to begin using her tongue, probing the inside of my mouth. This was our first
kiss. Diana took a small belt out of the closet and got a length of cord. She
tied the cord around our necks, so we couldn't separate our heads, and then
while Stephanie was kissing me, she looped the belt around our heads, over
our ears and buckled it tightly. We were unable to separate our lips, we were
bound together in a kiss and both getting very horny. Diana left
and returned with a bag. Out of it she grabbed a set of clothespins and began
clamping them on our nipples and my balls. The pain made both of us kiss
each other fiercely, our tongues mashing together. Stephanie began grinding
her hips into my leg, and softly moaning into my mouth. Diana slapped
her ass over and over, telling her not to do that, that she wasn't ready.
Stephanie continued, each slap making her grind harder and harder. Diana
stopped her, holding her steady and grabbed and set of nylon straps from the
bag. A long one was slid underneath the small of my back, and six samll ones
placed under each of my legs. She lifted Stephanie on top of me and had her
tight wet pussy come down and engulf my rigid cock. She began grinding again,
but this time with each grind, Diana tighetened one of the belts. First at
our ankles, then two at our calves, next our knees and finally two more on our
thighs. Our legs were bound together, niether of us could move. Stephanie
continued to move around, what little she could, but the feeling in my
cock stayed the same. As much as I tried I could not move inside or outside of
her at all. Finally, Diana tightened the belt around our waists, and whatever
movement Stephanie was capable of before she had lost. We were together, in
bed, kissing involuntarily, with my cock buried deep inside her, unable to
move. We were both sweating and the heat of our bodies made us both
itchy and uncomfortable. We wanted to beg for mercy, but we were gagged by
each others tongues. Diana left the room again and we could hear the phone
ring over the sounds of our heavy breathing. When Diana returned she
looked over at us and smiled. She told us we looked very cute, and hoped
we were enjoying ourselves. She also informed us that the phone call was
their mother, saying that her parents weren't going to be home tonight, they
were planning a weekend with some neighbors. In fact, she told us, those
neighbors were my parents and they wanted to know if it would be too much
trouble if Diana could watch the house and babysit me for the weekend, if
it wouldn't be too much trouble. Diana looked at the expression on my face.
I couldn't believe it. She looked me square in the eye and said, "I'm sure
it will be no trouble at all."
So there we lay, looking to each others eyes. I felt both frustrated
and excited. I had just begun to think of Stephanie as attractive. Now
I began to think I was falling in love. The look in her eyes made me
believe she was thinking the same thing. Our mouths were beginning to get
dry and pasty, but we kept kissing as if it were the first time. Stephanie
kept bucking with all her strength against the belt that held us together,
wanting desperately to grind her hips against mine. Diana told us that
we hadn't even started the evening yet, much less the weekend. It was
Friday night and she was going out, but she told us she would be back
around 10:00, and she would bring over some of her friends. She also told
us, they were no where near as nice as she was. She left the room, took
a shower, got dressed and left. It was only 7:30.
The First Time
Part 2
By - Zara Thustra
Diana had left us, bound together, with my cock deep inside of Stephanie's
moist pussy. I could smell the sweat on her neck and cheeks, which was really
turning me on. Neither of us could move a muscle, and both of our lips, and
tongues, which had been pressed together were beginning to dry out. Stephanie
was still struggling to get free of the bonds that held us together, I could
feel her breath getting harder and harder as she struggled, her warm breath
cascading over my face. I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I could barely
make a sound, with her tongue jammed inside my mouth. I wanted to reach around
and hug her, but my arms were bound tightly behind my back. As time passed,
Stephanie's pussy began to dry out and by 8:00 she was exhausted by her
struggles and stopped fighting against the bonds. Our mouths were dry, as was
her pussy. What had started out as pleasurable became increasingly
uncomfortable. I wondered if Diana knew what she was doing to us, and finally
began to realize that Diana knew EXACTLY what she was doing to us. By 9:30
Stephanie was in tears, and seemed to be in a great amount of pain. Her cries
were muffled by our intertwined tongues, but I could feel the tears running
down my cheeks. At precisely 10:00 the door reopened and Diana returned with
three friends, each were carrying small over-night bags. One of them was much
older than the other two. Probably about thirty. She had a hard and cruel
look about her. One of Diana's friends stepped over to us and commented on
what nice work Diana had done. They all laughed, ignoring our torment.
Another one of her friends stepped over and began rubbing Stephanie's
backside. She chastised Diana for not taking care of her little sister
properly. She reached into her bag and pulled out a thin, long plastic
phallus, which was flanged at the top. She commented that she didn't bring
any lubrication, but that it was just as well. She spread Stephanie's ass and
slowly inserted the piece of plastic inside her. Stephanie tried to resist
and squirm, but the bonds held her tightly. Diana saw my eyes widen at the
sight of Stephanies anal torture. She stepped over and petted my head,
telling me that what was in store for me would make Stephanie's treatment seem
pleasurable.
Finally, we were untied from each other, but left with our arms bound.
Stephanie began wildly humping me, trying to gain some relief for her acheing
body. Two of the women pulled her off me, and put her down next to me. She
was kicking and screaming. Diana picked up the roll of tape that Stephanie
had used to gag me and applied several pieces over her mouth. Next she did
the same to me. Stephanie looked so helpless, but also very cute. Something
about the tape, made her look helpless, yet adorable. She had stopped crying,
but was shooting glances at Diana and her friends letting them know she was
angry.
The older woman took notice of my cock and began gently rubbing it. She
kept one hand on my stomach and everytime I was on the verge of coming, she
would pinch the tip very tightly and hold it until the throbbing in my cock
subsided. After several times, my balls began to ache, deep down, and the
pain became incredible. She shook her head in disbelief and starring directly
into my eyes told me to get use to it.
Diana told us that we were in for a surprise. She blindfolded both of us
and helped us up. We were informed that we were going for a ride and we would
be going for the entire weekend. We were led down to the garage. Stepahnie in
her sister's teddy, and me wearing only my shirt. I could feel the cold
pavement on my feet in the garage, and I overheard the discussion between the
four women. Diana and Marcy were going to drive me, and the older woman and
Diana's friend Amy were to drive Stephanie&á!Amy had a van, so they all agreed
Stephanie could go as is. However, we were going to take Marcy's car, which
presented a problem. They needed to make sure no one saw me. Diana added she
wanted to try out something new. She began by tying my elbows together so my
arms were immobilized and then instructed me to lie down on the floor. I felt
a rope draped around my neck and someone began tying my ankles and knees
together. My neck was tied to my knees, so that I was rolled up into a ball.
Next, ropes were passed around my waist and chest securing my arms tightly to
my body. The next thing I heard was the rustling of a cardboard box. I could
feel it being placed over me. They rolled it twice, with me inside, so I was
upside down and I could hear them taping it shut. I also heard the sound of a
magic marker writing something on it. I was so disoriented at this point that
I didn't even bother to guess what it said. Finally, I was lifted and placed
in the hatchback of Marcy's car. The door slammed and I tried to wrestle
myself into a comfortable position. The whole time, I kept thinking of how
cute Stephanie looked bound and helpless in her room, and remembering how nice
our first kiss had been.
The car drove out, and I actually fell asleep, exhausted from my ordeal. I
have no idea how long the drive took, but I remember being woken up by the
sound of the tape being ripped off of the box. They were all making comments
about how well I travelled and how much fun it was going to be to have someone
to play with all weekend. They dumped me out of the box and I rolled onto the
floor. Someone began untying me so I could stretch out. They removed my
blindfold and left me free to stretch, all except for my hands which were
still behind my back and my gag. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I
noticed what had been written on the box, "To: Stephanie From: Diana." When
they noticed me looking over at the box, they laughed. Diana called into the
other room, telling the older woman to bring Stephanie in. She was dressed in
a black bikini that barely hid any of her breats or private parts, and she was
down on all fours walking in front of the older woman, who was wearing nothing
but a pair of thigh high black leather boots and a harness that surrounded her
breasts with rings around each nipple. Stephanie was in handcuffs and
legcuffs that were attached by about a foot and a half of chain, and in her
mouth was a thich piece of black plastic held there by a leather strap. The
woman was holding two sets of reins, one attached to the bridal gag in her
mouth and the other went to a belt fanstened around her waist, with a large
silver ring in the back. When the woman would flick the bottom reins,
Stephanie would crawl forward, when she pulled the top set, she would stop. To
my surprise, Stephanie seemed to be enjoying her captivity. She looked at the
box and smiled as much as she could with the black plastic gag in her mouth.
She glanced over at her sister and she smiled back at her. Diana told her that
I was to be her property, but Stephanie would first have to learn about how to
properly take care of me. The woman holding Stephanie's reins pulled them
both up high, forcing Stephanie to stand up. The woman told her to go over to
her sister and kneel. She did as she was told. Diana told her there were
several things she needed to learn if she was going to be entrusted with a
slave of her own. The first was to teach her the properties of a slave, the
second the fitting ways to train a slave, and finally, how to keep a slave in
his Mistresses control. She kissed her little sister on the cheek and told
her to look me over. My eyes met hers, and to my disbelief, all the sympathy
that I had seen while we were tied together on the bed was gone. She looked
like she was loving this.
Diana and Marcy stepped over immediately and told Stephanie that she had
done something wrong already. She asked what was wrong. Marcy explained that
a slave is never to look his Mistress directly in her eyes, unless she
specifically asks him to. Diana added that the way we make sure it doesn't
happen again, is through punishment. She asked Stephanie what she thought an
appropriate penalty was. She thought for a moment, and told her sister that I
deserved a good, hard, long spanking. Marcy petted her on the head, and
explained that she was only partly right. She agreed that it was an fitting
punishment, but not for me. Part of Stephanie's lesson was to be that as a
junior Mistress in training, she was to be judged by her slave's behavior.
She was to be punished for my infraction!
Before she knew it, the chain between her wrists was snapped to a clip on
the wall and a table was slid under her stomach, stretching her out over the
top of it. The legs were lifted and the chain between her ankles was put
under the legs. Marcy stepped in behind her holding a thick wooden paddle,
and Diana pulled her panties down to reveal her soft white ass cheeks. Marcy
recounted Stephanie's words, good, long and hard and began striking, making
her repeat after every stroke the words, "I am unworthy of joining you in
womanhood, please hit me again." Each time Marcy struck her harder and
harder. Stephanie grimaced, but didn't make a sound. They were all very
impressed by this, and told her she had a great deal of promise. They asked
her if she would like a few minutes to discuss what had happened with me. She
nodded. They all fell silent as she stepped up and towered over me. I
avoided looking in her eyes this time. She told be that I was doing much
better, and explain that I had disgraced her in the presence of other women.
I nodded sheepishly. She told me she would have to make sure that it never
happened again. She also told me that, since she was punished with a
spanking, that such a gentle reminder was too leniant for me. Instead, she
told me, she was going to punish me by spanking me where I would be reminded
as to why I was such a worthless creature. She ordered me to lie on the table
on my back and rubbed my cock until it became hard. Once it was hard she
began flicking it with her finger harder and harder until it really started to
hurt. She informed me that was just to get the blood flowing and began
swinging her open palm at my cock slapping it harder and harder. Marcy had
given her 30 swats with the paddle and she intended to double that. After
about thirty, she intentionally missed my cock and slapped my balls hard. My
whole body doubled up. She instructed me not to move, and informed me that
she was just learning, and would have to start over from stratch each time she
made a mistake. Each time she got to thirty, she would slap my balls,
periodically asking the others if they would like to give it a try, commenting
on how hard it was to give sixty good strokes. Finally Amy stopped her, and
told her to examine my cock very carefully. She noticed a drip of cum forming
on my still hard cock. Amy explained that I was about to come, and that I
should never do that without Stephanie's permission, even if another Mistress
ordered me to do so. Diana told her, it was time for her second lesson, which
was to define the parts of the slave. She pointed to my still hard cock and
asked her what it was. Stephanie responded by telling her it was a penis.
Diana pressed the issue further, asking who's penis it was. She answered that
it was her slave's penis. Amy stepped in to correct her, explaining that it
was her penis and she must have complete control of it at all times.
Stephanie liked the idea. Diana took out the magic marker and grabbed my
cock, digging her nails into it sharply. She took the marker and wrote on my
cock, "Stephanie's cock," explaining that was so she wouldn't forget. Marcy
suggested that rather than using my real name or calling me "slave," that
Stephanie should simply call me "Stephanie's" so she would always remember my
position as her subordinate, and the fact that I belonged to her. I actually
liked the idea, the girl I was beginning to love, was going to own me in every
way shape and form. I was thrilled. I noticed that my cock was growing limp
and had grown purple from the beating it had received. Now that it was limp,
it began to burn like it was on fire.
Diana told her it was the perfect time to teach me several key commands,
the words "hard" and "limp." Amy brought in a a bucket of ice and bucket of
warm water and a towel. She told Stephanie to apply the warm towel to my cock
and balls and rub them gently while repeating the word "hard" and then once, I
was erect, to hold ice cubes on my cock and balls, and repeat the word "limp"
until I was soft again. They all left telling her she had four hours to
complete the training and she would be tested when they returned.
The warm water was soothing and felt wonderful and each time she applied
the towel, my erection grew almost immediately. She saw me watching her dip
the towel and apply it, and decided it may be more effective to blindfold me,
so I would concentrate on her words. Next came the ice which felt more like
intense heat than cold. It took just seconds for what had been a rock hard
erection to be reduced to just a few inches of limp flesh. She alternated
back and forth, and I swore she had stopped repeating the words. I was so
fixed on the sensations that I had simply stopped listening. She must have
brought up and deflated my erection a hundered times. But still she kept
alternating between the hot towel and cold ice to keep me in a steady rythym.
The last ten times or so she was laughing as she applied the towel and ice.
Finally after an eternity of stifled erections, she removed my blindfold. She
uttered the word hard, which I barely even heard and I felt the rush of warm
water flow over my cock and balls, gently making it rise to its full height.
The feeling was sensational. I looked up at Stephanie to see if she was
getting tired, being careful not to catch her glance. She was standing a full
three feet away from me and had her hands crossed over her chest. There was
no towel or bucket in sight. Next came the word "limp" and I saw Stephanie
smiling as my body cringed and I felt the cold sensation of ice shoot through
my groin. I looked down in disbelief, there was nothing touching me, not even
a cube of ice in sight. She laughed and called to the other room, telling
everyone I was ready to be tested. She tried it once again and my cock shot
up like a rocket and fell like a lead weight. She looked down at me and
informed me she hadn't used the ice or the hot towel for the past two hours.
The First Time--Part 3
By Zara Thustra
Stepanie called into the other room, asking her sister and friends to
come see me. I felt like I was on display. I also had a strange feeling
that I had never felt before. I really wanted to do well. What Stephanie
thought of me was everything in my eyes. Diana was the first to come back
in the room. She had changed clothes as well, and was now wearing a full
body, fishnet body stocking that covered her from her neck to her feet.
She had on high heel black shoes and leather wristbands and a black leather
spiked collar. Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and she wore make up
so that her eyes were shaped liked cat's eyes and she had long streaks of
blush running along her sheeks. In her hand she held a riding crop.
She looked over at me and I made sure not to make eye contact with her. She
ran the crop along my thighs and around the base of my cock. She tried the
command words out on my newly trained body. She ordered me "hard," but to my
suprise nothing happened, no sensation, no rush, no erection. I felt
horrible, as if I had let my new Mistress down. She tried again, and again,
but each time I failed to even come close to getting an erection. Diana
turned to Stephanie and began to chastise her, demanding an explanation.
Diana, started smacking the insides of her thighs and pussy with the crop,
telling Stephanie she wasn't made for this kind of thing. Stephanie was
at the point of tears, when Diana stopped whipping her. She explained through
her sobs that it had worked before. She told Diana how all she had to do was
utter the word "hard" and my cock was immediately at attention. I could barely
hear their discussion, but for ten feet away, Stephanie uttered the word,
and my reaction was an instant erection. I began trying to get their
attention from across the room, trying to muffle through my gag that it
still worked. Finally they took notice of me. Diana came over and
began flicking my cock with her crop. She asked again for an explanation,
telling Stephanie that this was proof that I was out of her control.
Neither of them realized that Stephanie merely uttering the word completely
controlled the movement of my cock. I tried to get their attention again.
When they finally looked, I motioned my head towards Stephanie, and she
barked back at me, ordering me to stay limp. The moment the words left her
mouth, I felt the cold rush again, and my cock quickly shrunk. They
both stared at my cock, and Stephanie barked another command, "hard."
I rose to the occasion immediately. She see-sawed five or six times, making
me hard and soft in front of her sister. She screamed with joy and told
her sister to try again. She did, but with no effect. Stephanie was the
only one who could control my erection. Diana called the others in to witness
what had happened.
They all rushed in, each dressed in a peculiar yet erotic manner. Diana
told them all to watch as Stephanie manipulated my cock. Amy and Marcy and
the older woman all tried, but none was able to proke any response. They
all agreed it was amazing how well I had responded. Diana, however, was still
disbelieving. She told Stephanie that the only way to know for sure was to
blindfold me and repeat the test, that way I wouldn't respond to who was
speaking, but to what was said. I remember hearing voices for the next
twenty minutes or so, and getting hard only two times. I knew that in that
amount of time I must have missed at least once. When the blindfold was
removed, I was waiting to see Stephanie disappointed. Instead I found her
looking more confident than ever. While I was blindfolded, I really couldn't
tell the voices apart, but my body knew.
Knowing that they had been outdone, they ended up confessing to Stephanie
a secret. Diana took her aside and explained to her that this was a test of
a certain type. In fact, she told her, it was one that she was supposed to
fail so that she would be punished. What she had done was supposedly
impossible! Diana had thought the idea up a few weeks ago, and though it
would be a fun way to train a slave, expecting him to always fail to
respond properly when ordered, but for me it had worked! Stephanie just
smiled and listened. She thanked her for showing her the technique and
told her sister that I was truly her slave now, and that no one else
was to order me about without her permission. They all agreed that that
was an appropriate reward for training me so well.
The older woman stepped in and told Stephanie that she was holding a
workshop tomorrow for Diana, Amy and Marcy, and that she hoped that
Stephanie would join them. She agreed. The older woman added that
I was welcome as Stephanie's slave, if Stephanie would assure her that
I would be well behaved and properly disciplined by morning. She agreed.
Amy, Marcy and Diana all looked very impressed. When the older woman left
they ran up and gave Stephanie a hug, asking her if she realized what all of
this meant. Stephanie had no idea what was going on, so they sat down to
explain it to her. The older woman, it turned out, was the widow of the CEO
of a major corporation. Stephanie asked if the cabin was her's. The other
laughed. The cabin actually belonged to Marcy's family, but they explained
that she would she Donna's place soon enough. They didn't bother to describe
it much more that to say how much she would like it. The other thing that
they mentioned was that Stephanie was about to become like them. She was
going to be initiated into the Society of Womanhood. Stephanie asked if
she wasn't a little young for all of this. Diana seemed bothered and
asked her if she understood what was going on. Stephanie told her she
did and Diana told her she was definately ready. They all reassured her
telling Stephanie that they were all her age when Donna took them under her
wing. Stephanie smiled and asked her sister how long ago she started
doing this. Diana explained that she started in seventh grade, just like her.
Stephanie began to ask more and more questions. Until finally Diana
explained to her that it wasn't by accident that she was here. In fact,
they were planning to kidnap Stephanie no matter what, this had been planned
for months. Stephanie was confused, she asked how they knew that she
was going to be playing with me and how they knew I would be there when she got
home. Amy told her that they didn't count on that at all, in fact, Donna was
in the other room right now training the slave that was meant for her. I had
just been a fortunate occurance. They asked her if she would like to see the
other slave Donna was working on, and she asked to keep me. I was overjoyed!
Finally, Stephanie asked her sister how she knew that their mother and father
would be gone when she came home. Neither Stephanie nor I could believe the
answer. Their mother was a sorority sister of Donna, they had been best
friends in college. It was their mother who had set the whole thing up, she
was one of the founding members of the Society that Donna was now President of.
We couldn't believe it. It had been Stephanie's mom who had taken Diana to
Donna's place several years ago. In fact, Diana told her, their father was
introduced to their mother by Donna herself. Diana pointed at me and
explained that their father had been through a very similar process.
Stephanie was amused by the situation. Diana informed her that when
she got home, she should realize that in the household she would wield much
more power that her father. If for any reason her father displeased her
she should report it to her mom, who would make sure he understood who
was in charge. After they explained the situation, the conversation took on
a much more serious tone. Marcy explained to Stephanie that tomorrow
at the meeting she would be initiated, but that was not important right now.
What was important was getting me ready for presentation. Donna had
asked that I be properly disciplined, and that was exactly what they intended
to do.
They all wanted to help her get me ready, and the fact that their slaves
were not coming until the morning made them all anxious to get started.
They told Stephanie to sit down and watch what was about to happen. Donna
had given them all specific dutied to perform on me, in case Stephanie
was supposed to present me in the morning. It had become clear that she
would have to have me in presentable form to gain initiation. Diana gave
her a stool, a legal pad and a pen, and told her to take careful notes and
to make sure she memorized everything that happened. Marcy, Diana and
Amy left, assuring Stephanie that they would be right back.
Marcy returned first, dressed in a white corset with white nylons and
garters. She came over to me and untied me, except for my left wrist which
she handcuffed to the table. She explained to Stephanie that she represented
the Bondage Goddess, and was about to teach her how to properly bind
a slave. Stephanie was instructed to take notes on the five positions that
a Mistress must learn in order to be initiated. Stephanie watched carefully
while Marcy began to get to work. Marcy explained the first position, as
"the involuntary prayer." She began by tying my elbows together and then
taking a long rope and securing my bound elbows to my body, looping the rope
around my mid-section and tying it off behind me. Next she tied my wrists
together and ran a rope around my neck, securing my bound hands tightly
to my neck, just under my chin. She then took out a roll of tape and
with my fingers spread and touching each other, began taping my fingers
together, so that my hands were in the shape of praying. She then had
me kneel and bound my ankles and tied a rope between the rope around
my midsection and my ankles. This forced me to lean back in an
uncomfortable manner, but as I soon found out, enabled Marcy to set up
just so that her pussy was even with my mouth. She explained the
benefits of the position to Stephanie, telling her that it was a
position of both service and worship and that the longer it was held
the more uncomfortable it became for the slave. She also instructed
her that at formal meetings, if her slave was ever called upon to worship
the pussy of any of the other women, she would be expected to present me
in this fashion. After I had brought both Marcy and Stephanie to orgasm with
my tongue I was again released. They discussed some of the other uses of
the position and Marcy moved on to the second. This was to be the first of
three positions of punishment. Stephanie was told to watch carefully, as
if I was ever to be punished in front of the others, I would have to be bound
in one of the three ways. The first was designed to expose my cock and balls.
Marcy began by pulling my arms up behind me, so that my wrists were near the
base of my neck, with the backs of my hands touching each other. My wrists
were tied together in this position, leaving my elbows sticking out a few
inches from my sides. Next she pushed my legs into a position so that my
heels were up against my ass. She then tied my ankles to the top
part of my thighs, it looked almost as if my legs ended at my knees. She then
tied my knees to my elbows, such that my legs were forced wide open and
I was lying on my back. My wrists were then tied to my neck in the back,
pulling my knees even farther apart. She told Stephanie that this
was position number two, or the first position of punishment, but someone
else would have to show her all of the wonderful things that this position
allowed her to do. The third position was clearly for the purposes of
spankings and enemas, I was bent over touching my toes, and my
wirsts were tied together and placed in between my ankles, which were
spread far enough apart, so my wrists fit between them. They were all
then tightly bound together. My knees were tied and my elbows were
tied slightly above my knees, making any attempt to bend my legs from
their straightened position impossible. The few inches between my ankles
combined with my knees being tightly bound, forced my ass cheeks apart,
and Marcy showed Stephanie how vulnerable it made me, by roughly inserting
her finger in and out of my asshole. She gave me several good hard slaps,
and again, told Stephanie that someone else would have to show her the
detailed benefits of such a position. The fourth position, was to expose
my chest and nipples for punishment, and invloved the intricate binding
of my arms and elbows behind my back forcing my chest to stick out, and
binding my legs together in six places from the top of my thighs to
my ankles my arms were secured to my body by two ropes that went around
my waist and abdomen, leaving my chest fully exposed. The final position
was the one that Marcy liked best, she explained because of its many different
variations. She called it "the hogtie," and began by having me lie flat
on my stomach, while she tied my wrists and ankles and pulled then together
making me curl up and rest only on my stomach. She then began showing
several variations, one where I was gagged and the back of the gag was
attached to my ankles and my wrists and elbows were bound behind me,
another were each wrist and ankle were bound separately, and finally one
where my thumbs were bound to my ankles forcing me into the hogtie
position. She explained that any of these were acceptable, and if held
long enough could be punishment in themselves. Marcy left me bound
with my thumbs to my ankles, as they both stood and watched the expression
on my face turn from helplessness to pain, the muscles in my legs were
beginning to cramp up, and I begged to be released. They both ignored me
and kept on discussing the various types of hogties that could be done.
Marcy listed off four of five and they finally untied me. Stephanie
bound my wrists behind my back and told me to kneel in front of Marcy
and beg to kiss her feet for helping me in my training. I obeyed and
Marcy agreed, and I bent down and kissed her white high heels until she
stepped away indicating that I had thanked her sufficiently. I then
turned my body to Stephanie and begged to kiss her feet, to thank her for
allowing me to be her slave. She consented and I did the same for her.
Marcy told Stephanie she had to go, and Amy would be in shortly to
train her in the arts of punishment as a "Bitch Goddess." Stephanie
seemed to get excited and petted my head, telling me that I was in
for a long and painful experience. I just bent my head down, and
told her Thank You.
The First Time--Part 4
By Zara Thustra
After a short rest, Stephanie began playing again with my new
involuntary reaction, ordering me hard and soft on command and
occassionally rubbing my shaft until I was ready to come, and denying
me relief. Of all the things she had learned so far, teasing and
punishment were her two favorites. Stephanie continued rubbing as Amy
walked into the room. We both stared at her, and could not believe
what we saw. This woman looked nothing like Amy. She looked hard and
cruel and viscious. While she stared at Amy, Stephanie forgot she was
still rubbing my slave cock. In a sudden shudder I exploded all
over her hand and my stomach. Amy walked over and looked at me in
disapproval. I lowered my eyes immediately. She looked at Stephanie
who still didn't realize that I had come all over her hand, and asked if
I had been given permission to come. Stephanie looked down at me, and
told her I hadn't. Amy told her this was the perfect time to teach her
the role of the Bitch Goddess. Amy looked serious, deadly serious. She
pulled Stephanie over a ways and I could barely make out what they were
saying. From what I could gather, the Bitch Goddess was a role that all
the women learned to play. As a Bitch Goddess, Stephanie was to be
cruel, and unmerciful, she was not to tease or play or even enjoy her
slave, but to punish him severely for whatever infraction had been
committed. She also explained that the role was only a role, and only
to be used for times when a slave needed serious discipline. The things
she would learn would guarentee that her slave would always both obey
and worship her.
The came back over to me, and I looked at Amy. She was wearing
black leather boots and leather garters and panties, and a stiff Black
leather corset. Her hands and arms were covered by skin tight black
leather gloves that went the full length of her arms. Her beautiful
hair was pulled tightly back in a bun and her make up made her look
mean, dark lipstick and dull crimson blush, streaked across her cheeks.
She told Stephanie that if I was to truly worship and respect her, I
would have to have a taste of the bitch goddess in her. Amy explained
that she would demomstrate to her what exactly that meant.
She unhooked a cat o' nine tails that was hanging from her belt and
told Stephanie to tie me so that my legs were spread and my ass was
facing her. She told Stephanie that they would take turns whipping me
until I had had enough. Stephanie asked when they would know when I had
enough and Amy smiled a bit and laughed, "when our arms get tired, dear,
when our armms get tired." Amy told Stpehanie to watch while she
administered the first 25 strokes. As she whipped my naked ass, she
explained to Stephanie the power of the Bitch Goddess. She told her
that it was all just a frame of mind, and one that you must occassionaly
get into. At this point, after about ten strokes I was going insane
from the pain, and I begged for all I was worth to get Mistress Amy to
stop. Stephanie rather seemed to enjoy my agony and asked Mistress Amy
if She should gag me. Amy explained to her that she shouldn't, that Amy
herself didn't hear a thing. She told her that the Bitch Goddess is at
her most powerful when she hears her slave screaming, and continues as
if she didn't. All this she told to Stephanie without missing a beat.
She told her she simply didn't care what I was saying, and whatever it
was simply didn't matter. She also told Stephanie that the Bitch
Goddess needs to come out in her very infrequently, and when it does, it
must sevre as a reminder of the pain and suffering you can cause, as
well as your ability to be creul and viscious, without showing mercy.
She handed Stephanie a bag and told her to put on the outfit. Stephanie
left and Mistress Amy continued whipping my ass and back, ignoring my
screams and pleading for mercy. The pain was excruciating, and I didn't
think I could last much longer. Finally it stopped. I lifted my head
and looked behind me. There stood Stephanie, she looked hard and creul,
dressed just as Mistress Amy was. She looked stern and beautiful, I
wanted to touch her, to taste her to feel her. I called to her but she
didn't even acknowledge my presence. She looked at Mistress Amy and
told her that she looked tired from the whipping, Amy agreed and handed
the cat to her. Amy wispered something in her ear, and then told her to
remember what my offense was. I cried and begged for her to be gentle
and to show me mercy. She ignored me and began flailing the cat across
my swollen red ass cheeks. After Amy had reminded her again about my
coming without permission, the lashing stopped for a brief second. The
next thing I felt was the tips of the cat wrapping underneath my ass and
landing on the base of my cock and balls. The pain was incredible, then
another and another. I lost count after 10 and I looked down at my
groin, which was full of red and purple welts. After another brief
pause, the lashings continued, this time the cat wrapped underneath me
further up, so that the knotted ends of the cat were hitting the very
tip of my cock and the sides of my stomach. I tried to wiggle away, but
my bonds held tight. Neither of them mentioned a word while I screamed
and begged my Mistress to stop. After several more stokes I heard one
of them comment that they heard a noise somewhere. The other decided it
was just a radio on in another room, and the whip kept falling with
precision against my cock. I promised I would never come again, I
promised that I would do anything, and I promised I would serve her for
the rest of my life. No acknowledgement, no release, just more
whipping. They traded off several times, whipping my ass, cock, balls,
thighs, back and stomach. By the end, I was covered by hundreds of red
and purple welts. I was about to lose consciousness when it finally
ended. I could barely move, I was so exhausted. I looked over my
shoulder and there stood Mistress Amy, not saying a word. She untied me
and let me fall to the floor. I fell down in a heap. A few minutes
later, Mistress Stephanie, who had done most of the whipping on my cock
rushed in. "What happened to you?" she asked. I didn't know quite what
to tell her and I was too worn out to speak. "My God, you're all marked
up. Did you do something bad, my little slave?" she asked. All I could
do was nod my head, as I slowly drifted off exhausted from the whipping.
She held me in her arms and continued to act as if she didn't know a
thing. She told me whatever it was that I did must have been pretty bad
to receive such a beating. I simply nodded and put my head on her
chest. She was petting my head. I couldn't believe that the woman who
had just been so viscious to me, was now cuddling with me and being so
warm and friendly. She told me to rest on my back, while she attached
something to me. Lying back felt nice, and I caught my breath and
started to become aware of just how badly I hurt all over. I could feel
Stephanie feeling my balls and cock and I saw her pull out a small
contraption. It had a small metal ring on the end and 4 or five pieces
of leather which ran back to the back of it. She slid it on my limp
cock, stuffing the head through the back ring and the smaller front
ring. It was small, only about 3" long, and she had to work hard to get
my whole cock inside of it. It fit very snuggly. Next she stuffed my
balls through the back ring, which was a little painful, but not too
bad. Finally she tightened a leather strap that went around behind my
balls, and another which went around the base of my cock in front of my
ball. She pulled out a small, but very sturdy little lock and snapped
it in place. She explained to me that this was a cock cage, and it
would hold my small limp slave cock very tightly. She also told me that
if I got an erection, the rings would dig into my cock and cause me
excrucuating pain, as would the leather bands. She took the key and put
it on her necklace, and put the necklace around her neck. She explained
that she had the only key to that lock and that she alone would decide
when it was to be opened for me. Just below the tip of my cock was a
small D ring to which she attached a leash and at the base of the cage
was a small silver plate. Engraved on it were the words "Mistress
Stephanie's Slut Slave. If found return to 172 Smith Street." She told
me that she was going to leave me for a while to let me get use to my
new device, but I would have to be tied first. She took me over to a
post and tied my arms behind it, attaching them to a ring in the back.
She did the same with my legs, at the ankles and knees. She
blindfolded me and put a small ball gag in my mouth. She commented on
how much she liked her work, and called the other Mistresses in to see
her bound slave. They were all very impressed, but decided that I
should realy learn how the cage feels when it is in full use. They then
brought in a small fan which oscillated from side to side and put it a
few feet from my groin on a small table. Next, they tied a large
feather duster to my left thigh so that the feathers completely
surrounded my caged cock. I could feel the tickling of the feather
against my limp cock. When the fan was turned on, they danced back and
forth over my cock, giving me an incredible sensation. I could feel
myself begin to grow, and then I felt the cage start doing its job. My
cock was trying to get hard, but there was no where for it to go. A sit
grew, there was a hard biting from the tip to the base. The feel of
leather and metal constricting. The fan kept going and I could not
control myself. The vascillation between pleasure and pain was
incredible. The cage would stop me from getting too excited, and when
the feathers began tickling, I began going absolutely nuts. The last
thing I remember was Amy saying she wanted to see how long I lasted,
then I heard the door shut. The pain was unbearable. I had lost all
track of time. When they finally came back, Amy commented that the
torture had gone on for 6 hours! Tears were streaming down my eyes from
under the blindfold. I tried to beg to be released, but they all just
laughed at me. Donna mentioned that they were just starting on me, and
I heard a switch click. She had turned the fan from low to medium, and
the feeling from the feather grew more intense. I tried to squirm, to
move away, but the feeling just got more and more intense. Finally, I
became so confused between the pleasure and the pain that I spilled my
load all over the feathers, and that is the last thing I remember before
I passed out. When I woke up, I could remember dreaming that I came,
and I could feel the feathers still at work. I felt warm come running
down my legs, and I realized I had come during the night while I was
asleep. I heard a door open, footsteps, and then another click.
Someone had moved the fan from Medium to High. I shook my head, and I
heard the unmistakable laugh of Mistress Stephanie. Her last words, as
she walked out the door were that I had better not make a new mess, I
was already in a lot of trouble for the one I had already made. I knew
I couldn't hold off, I just closed my eyes and waited . . .
--
Karen Mitchell
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***From FEMINET
FIZZ1.TXT written August, 1990 Copyright (C) 1990 by Green Hell, Inc.
(Unlimited distribution permitted as long as file goes unchanged.)
Eugene Fizzlebot
Inventor and Tinkerer Extraordinary
"The Stimulant Potion"
[ANOTHER INFAMOUS GREEN HELL PRODUCTION]
Eugene Fizzlebot is an eccentric genius who constantly comes up with
crazy ideas and inventions he hopes will either benefit mankind or make him
rich. But somehow his inventions never seem to quite work out. And then the
results are often unexpected.
But for some reason, he never gives up trying! ----
Another morning in the Fizzlebot home. Mildred Fizzlebot gets up groggily
at the sound of the alarm, leaving her husband to doze in bed. Mr. Fizzlebot
does not have a regular job, but then neither does his wife. Mr. Fizzlebot is
the inventor of the inside-the-eggshell egg scrambler, and the profits from
this device allow him and his family to live without too much trouble in
comfort.
Mrs. Fizzlebot might argue with this statement, but she is too tired at
the moment.
Once downstairs, Mrs. Fizzlebot begins to make breakfast. Coffee, eggs,
coffee, toast, orange juice, more coffee. Yes, another stimulating morning in
the Fizzlebot household.
"Jane, John! Breakfast is ready!" Mrs. Fizzlebot called to her children.
The two were twins, 16 years of age. Mildred was only 22 when she and her
husband had the children. Their mother sighed at the passing years. 38 years
old already, she thought. Oh well, at least I'm a healthy thirty-eight.
Indeed she was. A firm build, red hair that had not yet lost its luster
(and she hoped would not give into the evil gray hairs she suspected lurked
just beneath the scalp), and a body kept in shape with regular (well,
occasional) exercise. Mildred had nothing to regret in her appearance. So
what if she didn't look stunning or even beautiful? At least her looks were
real.
Mrs. Fizzlebot's musings were rudely interrupted by the sound of the
phone. "Shit, who the hell could that be?" She rushed and answered the phone
before it could ring a second time and jar her nerves again. "Hello?"
"Um... Is Karen Elliot there?"
"I'm afraid you must have the wrong number," Mrs. Fizzlebot said
politely, while envisioning her hands around the neck of the early morning
caller.
"Oh. Sorry." Whoever it was hung up. Before Mildred could vent her frust-
rations with another swear word, she heard the children coming.
John was the first down. He was a short, stocky boy with long brown hair
and a somewhat squarish face. John wore a black T-shirt (with a rather
offensive sounding band name on it) as well as black pants. His brown eyes
seemed sullen. John muttered a "Good morning" to his mother, sat down and
began to scarf down his breakfast. Mrs. Fizzlebot sighed. John was a bit
strange, but well-behaved.
It was several more minutes before Jane came down. She was anything but
plain, as the old saw went. Today she wore a New Kids On The Block T-shirt
(John winced), plain jeans, and New Kids On The Block sneakers (John
groaned). Jane was cute. In fact, almost abnormally so. She had red hair
(paler than her mother's) done up in a pony tail, a sprinkling of freckles on
her dimples, and light blue eyes. She also had a tendency to giggle a great
deal. Apparently, while nature had proceeded normally for her physical
development, it had neglected Jane's emotional maturity. She spent little
time with boys, instead hanging out with her childhood girl friends. She
tended to be a bit shy.
At least it means she doesn't associate with the more lecherous boys,
Mildred thought.
Jane smiled at her mother and sat down without saying anything. She
didn't giggle at John's appearance as she usually did, which her mother took
as a hopeful sign.
"Great breakfast Mom," John Fizzlebot said, having demolished his meal.
He grabbed the glass of orange juice that had sat neglected the whole time
and rapidly downed its contents. "I'm gonna go now," he said, getting up.
"Ah ah ah! You're going to sit right there until your father comes down."
"Awwww," John said as he sat down, "shit..." Jane giggled, then ducked
her head when her mother gave her a stern look.
"John, I told you no swearing at the table. Save it for your friends."
Mrs. Fizzlebot considered her son's friends. They all seemed to have long
hair, worn out clothes, and tended to make passes at her. "Though where you
get such friends I'll never know."
Only a few more minutes later, Mr. Fizzlebot came down. He had on one
slipper, blue boxer shorts, and one of his wife's nightrobes. His light brown
hair was ruffled crazily. Jane giggled.
"Wherzc'ffee?" he mumbled, stumbling around the kitchen.
"Where it always is dear," Mrs. Fizzlebot said. It was obviously not the
first time she had used the phrase. "On the counter."
Mr. Fizzlebot grunted and obtained a mug. He drank down a whole cup, then
refilled the mug and sat down at his own plate.
"Dad, you look like shit," John commented. Jane giggled again.
"John, I told you no swearing at the table!" Mrs. Fizzlebot said firmly.
"Listen to your mother," Mr. Fizzlebot said distractedly. It was
obviously not the first time he had used the phrase. He began to grow more
alert as he ate.
"Mom, can I go now?" John said, ignoring the statements.
Mrs. Fizzlebot eyed her husband, and with years of experience judged it
would still be a while before he was fully alert. She sighed. "Yes you can.
Have a good day at school," Mildred said as John passed by her. He didn't
reply but she saw the smile on his face.
He's not a bad boy, she thought contentedly. Just a little... unusual.
Mr. Fizzlebot reached for his mug and noticed the pink sleeve of the
nightrobe, for the first time. "Woops," he said.
"You're funny, Daddy!" Jane said suddenly, amidst a burst of fresh
giggles. Soft and husky, but with a little squeak on the vowels, her voice
was a striking contrast with her appearance.
Mr. Fizzlebot frowned. "Jane, you're a bit too old to be calling me
'Daddy'. You're in the 10th grade now, you should call me 'Dad'." Jane ducked
her head and blushed slightly.
"Ok," she said. Mr. Fizzlebot nodded, then frowned again. "Where's my
fork?" he asked, looking around his plate. Jane glanced up quickly at her
mother and saw a Don't-you-even-think-about-it expression there.
"I-I think I'll go now," Jane said. Mr. Fizzlebot nodded absently as he
lifted his plate to look under it. Jane hurriedly made ready to leave, making
what sounded suspiciously like stifled tittering sounds. With a hurried slam
of the door, she was gone.
Mrs. Fizzlebot went over to her husband, who was looking under the table
with a puzzled expression on his face. Mildred carefully took the forgotten
utensil from her husbands hand and tapped him on the head with it.
"Oh. Thank you dear," Eugene said. "What would I ever do without you?"
"My husband, the forgetful genius," Mrs. Fizzlebot said with a mock
serious tone and a smile. Then she sat down and the smile faded. "Gene, I'm
worried about Jane."
"Why, what's wrong?"
"She's sixteen already but she doesn't spend much time with any boys. She
hasn't even been out on a date yet."
"She's just shy," Eugene said. "Don't worry, just give her some time." He
finished off his eggs and began sipping from his coffee mug.
"Cathy told me some of the boys have been paying a lot of attention to
her." Cathy was a friend of the family and a phys-ed teacher at Jane's high
school.
"Have they been trying anything?" Mr. Fizzlebot said in an ominous tone.
"No. She spends too much time with her girl friends. And a lot of them
are younger than she is."
"I think Joy is only thirteen," Eugene agreed. "Well, if you want, I can
sit her down and talk to her. Maybe answer any questions she has about boys."
"I already did that," Mildred said, annoyed.
"Ah, but you're not a boy," her husband grinned, and gave her breast a
soft squeeze.
"And do boys like wearing women's clothing?" Mildred said with a smirk,
nodding to her apparel item.
"Um, excuse me," Mr. Fizzlebot said, and hurried up stairs.
Later that morning Mr. Fizzlebot was in his personal laboratory on the
second floor of the garage. Over a period of years he had filled it with an
assortment of equipment and devices gathered from numerous sources. Cages of
test rodents occupied one whole counter. Against one wall was a huge chalk
board. The room had a strong but non-pungent chemical odor.
Mr. Fizzlebot peered at the amber fluid in the flask he was holding. He
had been working for some time on a stimulant. A stimulant that would provide
a great deal of energy and alertness, without any nasty side effects or
addictive properties. He figured he could make a killing with the truckers
through out the country.
In one small cage on the counter, Mickey the hamster moved about
lethargic-ally. The other hamster, Minnie, didn't even move. Both of the
furry slugs were notoriously lazy, so Eugene considered them perfect test
subjects. In a few moments, both of the tiny mammals had been given a drop of
the amber liquid. They blinked their eyes a few times, than went about their
usual apathy. Eugene watched them carefully for five minutes, growing more
and more distracted. He rapped his knuckles on the counter, then took his
coffee mug and sipped it, discovering to his annoyance he had forgotten the
sweetener.
To someone who was familiar with Mr. Fizzlebot, it would have not been
surprising to see him absentmindedly pour a large dollop of the yellowish-
gold stimulant into his coffee mug. Nor would it have been surprising he then
forgot all about the mug. But there was no one there to witness this
occurrence.
Mrs. Fizzlebot was in the kitchen, going over the household budget. She
was trying to figure out if she could pay the utility company with inside-
the-eggshell egg scramblers when her husband came in, grumbling and
muttering.
"Don't give up dear," Mildred said, knowing he had run into an obstacle
with his current work. Her husband only glared at her. "Sorry, I forgot
myself," Mildred said with false chagrin.
"You sure did," Mr. Fizzlebot replied with a small grin. Then he launched
into a lengthy diatribe about long-chain molecules and semi-organic
chemistry. Mrs. Fizzlebot nodded her head and put an attentive expression on
her face, meanwhile juggling monetary fields in her head. Then she noticed
her husband was about to pour out a nearly full cup of coffee.
"Don't do that!" she exclaimed. "We need to save any way we can. Put it
back in the pot." After glancing around for it, Mr. Fizzlebot poured the
coffee back. He started up again, but stopped suddenly with some insight he
had just stumbled upon.
"So *that's* why I had to use so much pressure when heating!" he
exclaimed. He left without saying anything, heading back for the garage. Mrs.
Fizzlebot sighed, then looked down at the household financial papers. Feeling
fuzzy, she decided she would need several cups of coffee to focus herself.
In fact, she drank four cups.
Entering his makeshift laboratory, Mr. Fizzlebot immediately headed over
to the chalkboard upon which was scrawled a large, confusing formula. So
distracted, it was several minutes before he noticed the sounds emitting from
one of the animal cages.
"What the-?" Mr. Fizzlebot went to the cage and looked in to see Mickey
busily humping Minnie. This was rather odd, as the hamsters hardly ever got
up the energy to have even one litter every six months. With a great deal of
noise, they appeared to be trying to catch up on this neglect.
Forgetting totally about his formula insight, the amateur scientist
picked up a black notebook and began to rapidly scribble notes.
It didn't hit Mildred all at once, but it was still very sudden. She was
sifting through the paper debris of the family life when she felt the urgent
need for urination. Somewhat surprised at the strength of the pressure, she
rushed to the bathroom. Mrs. Fizzlebot lifted up her skirt and pulled down
her pink silk panties, squatting on the toilet. Only then she realized she
didn't have to pee at all. She sat for a moment, confused, when the pressure
sharply increased and Mildred was *sure* she was going to piss
uncontrollably. But the pressure turned into a warm sensation that spread
throughout her body.
"What's happening?" Mildred said, as her body seem to take on a mind of
its own. Her nipples were hardening rapidly to press against her bra. Blood
flowed into her mature twat, which was lubricating freely. Breathing hard,
Mildred began to feel quite afraid.
"Oohhhh, what's *wrong*?!" she cried. The ancient flight-or-fight
instinct was battling with the older mating urge, making her blood rich in
hormones and enzymes. Mildred's head seemed to be buzzing. She moaned as she
tried to stand up. It was difficult, for her knees were wobbly and her thighs
seemed to want to stay open. She got unsteadily to her feet and pulled up her
panties just before tripping on them.
"I have to get Gene," she said, thinking she should get to an emergency
room. Mildred blinked as she suddenly had a very clear recollection of what
her husband's erect penis looked like. Especially when it was sliding in her
very wet and very hot pussy.
COCK!
Mrs. Fizzlebot groaned. Her fear and confusion were being washed away by
excitement. She realized her senses seemed to have been heightened. She could
clearly hear that there was no one else in the house, except for her heavy
breathing. She could smell her pheromones, each individual one emanating from
her skin and breath and crotch. And she could feel her panties fitting snugly
against her, smooth and soft silk pressing against her cunny. She gave a low
moan and pressed her thighs together.
COCK COCK FUCK FUCK COCK!!
Mildred was suddenly running upstairs, nearly tripping in her eagerness.
With a slam she opened the door to the Fizzlebot's bedroom, nearly bent
double in her rush to get to the dresser.
"Where is it? Damn it where did he put it the bastard if he threw it out
I'll KIH- Aaah!" Mildred grasped the white plastic vibrator in one hand,
running her other along the smooth, slick surface. Mr. Fizzlebot had bought
it for her long ago.
"I know sometimes I get real distracted," he had said after presenting
her with the item. "So if you can't get my attention or I'm not around..."
Mildred had smiled at her husband, but had never used it since that night.
Eugene had wanted to make sure it worked.
FUCK FUCK FUCK COCK COCK COCK NOW!!!
The voice in her mind was screaming, jumping up and down. Mildred quickly
laid herself back on the neatly made bed and flipped up her skirt. She pulled
her legs up a bit and leaned them open as she brought the sex toy to her
crotch. its point pushed against panties that were turning sheer with
moisture and slid in nearly an inch. Mildred sobbed in frustration and shoved
hard, managing to get the dildo in nearly two inches.
"FUCK!" Mrs. Fizzlebot yelled. "Why don't you go in you piece of shit?!"
She angrily threw the vibrator on the floor. "Oh no!" she cried out
instantly, fearful she had broken it. Then she realized why the device had
not gone in. Mildred pulled the panties off, tugging to pull them out of her
cunny. She tossed them away and grabbed up the vibrator.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you I'm so sorry just please fuck me oh
fuck me--" Mildred blinked in surprise as she realized she was talking to an
inanimate object like it was a real person. She promptly stuffed the dildo
into her snatch, groaning in relief. Perfectly smooth, the plastic wand slid
in and out without resistance from the wet tract of Mildred's pussy. She
arched her back to meet the thrusts from her hand, the other hand simply
lying by her side. In only moments, a climax was latched onto her.
"YEEESSSS!" She cried out at the release and fell back panting.
NIIIIICE COME...
"Oh my," Mildred said. She basked in the after-climax glow, rubbing the
skin all around her crotch. "Oh my..." After a moment, she began to come to
her senses, realizing what she had just done. Fear clattered forth again,
with the accompanying flow of adrenaline. Automatically, on its own, her hand
started sliding the vibrator around. Heat flared up in Mrs. Fizzlebot's mind,
but this time she wasn't so blind to what was happening.
"Oh God what's wrong? Oh it feel's so good..." She closed her mind and
shuddered, not able to deny her lust and excitement. "I have to get Gene..."
Thinking of her husband made Mrs. Fizzlebot wish he was there, sliding his
cock into her instead of this stupid, lifeless vibrator...
Vibrator! She gasped in a rush of new excitement, having forgotten about
the most succulent property of the device.
"I should really get Gene," she whispered. "Oh but... it'll just take a
minute. Oh yes. Then I'll get him..." She pulled the dildo out of her pussy
with a faint "plop" and let it lay in her hand. She twisted the base.
"HUUUMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
Mildred made a little groan at the feel of the vibrations. The
anticipation of those vibrations against her cunt was like a line drawn
between her hand and her crotch.
BUZZ-COCK!
Mrs. Fizzlebot moved the vibrator, its tip blurred, along her stomach
towards her pubes. It always excited her when Gene would do that with his
cock, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum. She couldn't stand it anymore and
placed the tip of the vibrator against her clitoris.
"Oh *my!*" She arched her hips for just a moment. She kept the tip
against her own personal buzzer and the tingles filled her to the point of
gasping. Then the tingles grew sharp points and she pressed harder and it
felt so good she almost peed all over the bed and it was too intense it was
too good and it *burned*--
She pulled the vibrator away suddenly. The burning sensation in her clit
started to fade away, but the vibrator was still humming in her hand and
thinking about it made her cunny throb. With a "unkh" sound, Mildred had part
of a climax. It took another moment for the burning to really fade away. Then
Mrs. Fizzlebot slid the tip of the vibrator along the seam between her pussy
lips, getting use to the new intensity of the dildo.
BUZZ-FUCK! NOW!
Gasping, she slowly worked the pale lover into her pussy. It jumped and
bucked and slid in till its point was somewhere near her cervix. Moaning, she
started to pump the vibrator in and out with slow, easy strokes. Mildred
raised her ass off the bed to meet the strokes, which speeded up as she began
to groan and moan loudly.
MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMM...
"Ooooooh! Oh yes uuuuummm that's gooooood."
MMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMM...
"Yeah. Yeah. Oh god UUUMH... OOOOOOH!! AaaaaaAAAH!"
MMMMmmmmMMMMmmmmMMMMmmm...
"Oh, oh, yuh-yeah... Oh God I'm close. YEEEESSS!!"
MMMmmMMMmmmmmmmmm...
Mildred's face scrunched up, eyes tightly closed. The fingers that held
the base of the toy were cramped and her wrist ached but she didn't stop. Her
mouth popped open and she shrieked. With the whole eight-inch length of the
dildo shoved in, her pussy spasmed again and again. The deep stimulation made
her orgasm draw out, long and bumpy. There was the nasty sound of the
vibrator's humming changing pitch as it was engulfed in slippery cum. It was
a kind of buzzing, slurping noise, which went on for a few moments before the
dildo was squeezed out of its warm home to lay damply on the bed sheet.
NIIIIIIIIICE! LOVE BUZZ-COCK!
"Oh shit," Mildred said dazedly. She turned the vibrator off and got to
her feet. The bed had a large round dark spot on it. Still unconsciously
holding onto the vibrator Mrs. Fizzlebot went to get her husband.
Eugene Fizzlebot was sitting on a stool, glumly watching Mickey and
Minnie. It had been amazing enough the two hamsters kept at it for so long,
but then they kept changing position. Mr. Fizzlebot tore up his notebook and
threw it away when they started practicing oral sex. Who would believe it
anyways?
It had been nearly an hour but they did look like they were starting to
tire a bit. Mr. Fizzlebot was a bit concerned about the hamsters possibly
hurting themselves from over exhaustion, but he was afraid of what might
happen if he put either one in a cage with one of the other animals. So he
had sat there and simply ransacked his mind, trying to figure out how he had
stumbled across a super aphrodisiac. It was then that his wife came in.
"Gene?" she said, opening the door to the garage's second floor. She was
feeling confused and dizzy, now that she had had a few moments to collect her
wits. She was frightened she might be going insane, and she was frightened of
the fear itself. "Gene?" she said again. Her husband looked up from studying
a cage.
HUBBY!
"Honey? What's wrong?" Eugene was surprised at his wife's appearance. Her
red hair was disarrayed and she looked a bit haggard, strangely pale. She was
trembling. "Milly, what happened?" Eugene asked, suddenly concerned. Then he
noticed the vibrator in his wife's hand.
"Milly...?" he said more quietly. He got up and went to her by the
doorway.
"Oh *Gene*!" Mrs. Fizzlebot said and started sobbing. Her bloodstream was
a stew of hormones, enzymes, endocrins, and stimulants. It was enough to make
an acute PMS attack seem like unconsciousness. Thus it wasn't unusual that
Mrs. Fizzlebot broke down, especially with the fear and confusion added. Her
husband embraced her, holding his wife tightly.
Mr. Fizzlebot was indeed absent-minded, but he was no idiot. And he had a
keen level of insight. Even as he held his wife he could feel the heat
emanating from her skin, as if she had a fever. Somehow, he just knew what
had happened. What he couldn't figure out was *how*.
As her husband held her, Mrs. Fizzlebot couldn't help but notice his
scent. It was a combination of cologne, bitter chemicals, sweat, and a faint
trace of soap. And something that she knew, though she never noticed it
before, was his own personal smell. The scents were oddly comforting and she
found herself calming down rapidly. Most of herself, anyways.
HUBBY NICE COCK!
Oh God, not now, Mildred thought.
"Gene," she said, pulling away from her husband. "I-I think I'm sick.
Something's wrong with me, I--"
"No. You're not sick Milly," Eugene said. "I think I know what happened.
I've been working on a sort of energy concentrate, a stimulant. And this
morning I found out I had come up with a sort of super aphrodisiac." He
gestured over to a cage and Mildred glanced at it. Her eyes widened. "Somehow
you must have gotten dosed, I don't know--"
"The coffee." Mildred looked back at her husband. "You poured your coffee
back in the pot and I-I was doing the budget..."
"Damn." Mr. Fizzlebot grimaced. "God damn. Honey, I'm sorry. You don't
deserve this. Christ I'm such an idiot."
Mrs. Fizzlebot wasn't listening to her husband berate himself. It had
released so much twisted tension to learn she was normal, not insane or sick.
But there was still a small, nibbling fear. "Gene," she said quietly, "it
isn't... permanent... is it?" Her face was tilted down.
"What? No, its not. It'll wear off once your body metabolizes all of the
drug." Eugene was still berating himself silently.
"Oh," Mrs. Fizzlebot said quietly. Relief flooded over her. "Oh," she
said again and then she was tearing at her husband's clothes, nearly
unbalancing him. Several shirt buttons made merry popping noises as they flew
across the room.
"What?! Whoa, whoa!" Mr. Fizzlebot exclaimed. He tried to fend off his
wife as she desperately fumbled with his belt.
"Come on," she said. "Come on and fuck me. Maybe if you fuck me it'll go
away faster." She was panting now. "It's driving me crazy!"
"Um, ok honey." Mr. Fizzlebot smiled slightly. "Guess it's the least I
can do, considering. Um... Let me just clean up things here and we'll go in
the house, ok?" He squeezed his wife's shoulders. Her behavior was a bit
unnerving.
Mrs. Fizzlebot pouted but agreed. This wasn't the most comfortable place
anyways, she decided. Mildred watched as Eugene went to take care of the
hamsters, then began putting away materials. She started to bounce up and
down on her tip-toes in anticipation. Only when she crossed her arms across
her chest, squeezing herself, did she notice the vibrator still in her hand.
Eugene was a bit startled to hear a sudden, low buzzing sound. He looked
up to see his wife perched on a stool, the vibrator she had been holding now
pressed up in her cunny. She was looking down at it, tongue stuck out in
concentration. Even though his wife was no conservative, this was still
unusual behavior. Her wantonness, and the image of the white plastic rod
sliding into a patch of curly red hair enthralled Eugene.
"Milly," he said huskily, "let's go." His wife looked up with an
expression of annoyance, but then she saw the tented crotch of Eugene's loose
pants. She smiled and pulled the vibrator out, tossing it on the counter.
"If I'm going to be super horny, I might as well enjoy it, right?" she
said. Then she tugged her husband out of the garage and to the house.
She didn't have to tug very hard.
Even before the side door was closed, Mildred was all over her husband.
Literally. She knocked him to the floor fell on top of him, kissing him
fiercely, making little groaning noises. She was grinding her crotch into his
pants bulge.
HUBBY-COCK! YUM YUM!
"Jesus," Eugene exclaimed. His wife had always been a good lover, though
technique had never mattered to him as much as the love he had for his
partner. But now she was desperate and eager. It was quite a turn on. "Don't
you want to wait till we get to the bedroom?"
"Fuck the bedroom," Mildred said. Eugene noticed a dangerous look forming
in his wife's eyes. "I really need it." She was still grinding against him,
making Eugene's prick ache in its cotton prison. Pre-cum was leaking from it
like sweat off a bald man's head.
"How bad do you want it?" Mr. Fizzlebot said in a hoarse voice. He
couldn't believe how exciting this was. They had done it in the kitchen once,
before the children were born, but that hadn't been quite as... spontaneous.
"Gene," Mildred whined, "I gotta fuck you! There's a little voice in my
head and it keeps screaming 'fuck' and 'cock' and," her voice suddenly went
up in pitch, "I'm going to come! Oh God!" She shuddered against her husband
as the grinding action bore fruit. It was a small climax that lasted only a
moment.
MORE! MORE! FUCK HUBBY! NOW NOW!
"Gene oh Gene," Mildred panted. "Fuck me now. Right here."
"Show me how much you want it," Eugene said, grinning maliciously.
"You bastard! I can smell your cum you know." Gene's eyes widened at this
but he continued to grin. "I can smell it in your balls, all hot and salty
and ready to go in my pussy..." Mrs. Fizzlebot's eyes gleamed. "Fuck you, I'm
gonna get it!" With a move that didn't quite seem humanly possible, she had
her husband's pants open and his prick sticking out from his underwear in
just a few seconds. Then she lowered herself onto his staff.
"Oh yeeeeaah!" Mildred sighed. "Finally!" She twisted her hips around to
feel the hardness shift inside her cunny. It was so much better than hard,
cold plastic! Spongy with a nice hard center and oh so warm and all for
her...
"You're so hot!" Eugene exclaimed. He reached up and squeezed Mildred's
breasts through her blouse. She groaned in response, and started to bounce on
his cock. Eugene was amazed at the amount of lubricant's coming from his
wife's pussy. And this was a woman that normally oiled up like a deep fryer!
Now it was like she were just pissing out the stuff. Soon the air was
swimming with musk and pheromones, as well as the sound wet skin slapping
against damp fabric. This sound was increasing in frequency as Mildred rode
faster.
"Gonna come soon," Eugene grunted.
"Oh no you don't you shit!" Mildred panted. "Not yet you great wonderful
fucker. Oh no please..." She was sweating now, thrusting all of her weight
right on top of Eugene's hips. He grunted hard each time but she didn't care.
Eugene frantically envisioned anything that would hold him back.
Nuns. Grandma. Jesse Helms. Jimmy Swaggart. Oh God, Jessica Hahn!
"Hurry up!" he yelled.
"Oh yes! Yes Yes *Yes*!!" Mildred shouted. She trembled and stopped
moving as her orgasm revved up. "SPRAY ME!" she screamed. It wasn't necessary
to give the order as her husband was already coming, jetting cum deep into
her twat. Mildred fell forward and pressed her mouth against Eugene's,
sucking his tongue out into her mouth. Her legs clenched against his, forcing
them together. It took several minutes before she could unclench them.
YUUMMMMMMY!! NIIIIICE HUBBY!
Mildred kneeled back and sighed. Eugene's cock slid out and fell against
his leg like a landed fish, and just as wet. They made quite a sight, Mr.
Fizzlebot laid back with his shirt half ripped off and pants still on, while
Mrs. Fizzlebot straddled him with her skirt tangled around her waist and
blouse still on.
"Is that better?" Eugene panted. "You should be pretty satisfied now..."
"Oh yes..." Mildred said. "Well at least for the moment... I think we may
have to do it again real soon."
"What?!"
Mildred cringed. "It's not my fault--" she began.
"No no no! I'm not upset." Eugene smiled faintly. "Just surprised you
could be ready again that fast."
"I'm always ready," Mildred said haughtily. "It's you men that have to
wait to recover all the time."
"Yeah, well..." Eugene couldn't think of a good retort.
"Good thing there are ways to hurry it up," Mrs. Fizzlebot said. She got
up and Ethan struggled to his own feet. "Come on," Mildred said impatiently.
She ran up the stairs for the bedroom.
"Oy vey..." Eugene muttered.
Once in the bedroom, Mildred started to diverge herself of her clothes.
Eugene urged her to stop, then began unbuttoning her blouse. He did it nimbly
and with obvious experience. The blouse fluttered to the floor. Then there
was a faint click as Mildred's bra came undone. She groaned in relief as her
sweaty breasts were released and the tortured nipples no longer squeezed
against the hard fabric. Her skirt she had already whipped off into a corner.
"Hey," Mr. Fizzlebot said. His wife had begun massaging his crotch. He
had buttoned up his pants automatically. "What do you hope to find honey?" He
raised an eyebrow.
"Fresh meat," she said with an impish smile. She lowered herself to a
kneeling position and undid his pants again. Reaching into the now badly
stained underwear, she pulled out a sticky, limpish mass of pink flesh. Not
even bothering to let him get undressed, Mildred sucked the cock into her
mouth. Eugene managed to get his pants off by wiggling a bit so they slid
down, then stepping out of them. The shoes he kicked off with no problem, but
he couldn't do anything about the underwear, not without interrupting his
wife's ministrations. Which he wasn't about to do.
Mrs. Fizzlebot thought there was nothing wrong with oral sex. In fact,
she thought there was something kind of funny about a *lack* of oral sex. So
she had sucked on her husband's cock many times. While she usually liked to
have him come inside her pussy, sometimes she would have him coat some part
of her skin with semen. Especially since he loved to do it. Why, Mildred
realized, it had been nearly a month since she had last had him come in her
mouth! Much too long to have not tasted that part of her love.
YUM-YUMS!
"Oh yessss... you are so *hot*..." Eugene muttered. He tangled his hands
into his wife's hair, stroking and tugging on it gently. "Mmmmmm..." His cock
had long since gone solidly rigid, so now Mildred was sliding in and out of
her mouth. She never used much tongue action at this stage, it tended to
cause sudden surprises. "So good!" Eugene exclaimed. Then he hissed suddenly
and yanked his dick out of Mildred's mouth.
"Gene," she said, "I want that. Give it back." Her eyes didn't leave her
husband's cock.
"Not until I get to suck your pussy, you hot slut!" Eugene hissed.
Mildred squealed in delight. In her lustful haze she had forgotten all about
what her husband's tongue could be doing for her while she sucked on his
dick. While Eugene tried to get his underwear off she pulled the sheet off of
the bed and climbed in. She spread her legs and rubbed her pubes with one
hand, relishing the sensation. Eugene finally stumbled out of his underwear
and turned to smile at his wife. "It's so exciting to see you like this," he
said. "All hot and bothered." Mildred pursed her lips and moaned as her
fingers slid between her cunny lips and speared inside. "Oh yeah,
*definitely* exciting."
"It's your fault," she said. "You big dumb genius." Her fingers were
starting to pump her cunny. "If I wasn't so *fucking* hot I'd say you could
just go without!" She gave her husband another impish smile to go with the
tease.
NOOO! FUCK FUCK!
"Oh yeah? Well what if I just went ahead and left you like this, huh?"
Eugene teased back.
"I'd find something else to fuck then!" Mildred's hand was moving faster,
three fingers side by side. Her pussy made slurping noises with each pump.
"Like what?" Eugene had grasped his cock and was stroking it back and
forth, squeezing out drops of pre-cum. His eyes flicked back and forth
between his wife's pussy and her face.
BUZZ-COCK?
"I'd get my vibrator!" Her eyes shone at the thought. "And I'd make you
sleep on the couch!" Mildred stroked her clit with the thumb of her mastur-
bating hand. "And I'd sleep with my vibrator and it'd fuck me aalllllll
night!"
Eugene growled, "I won't let you get it." He pulled his foreskin over the
head of his cock, using his pre-cum to make the glans slippery. Then he
massaged the glans with his index finger.
"I'll have to use something else then," Mildred panted. Her eyes flicked
to one of the bed posts. Her tongue darted out to caress her dry lips. The
bed posts were polished wood in the form of a series of fused globes, forming
a short, thin staff.
"You wouldn't *dare*," Eugene said softly. But he was squeezing his cock
hard, starting to pump it.
"Yes I would!" Mildred said defiantly. She was trembling, getting close
to a climax. "Who needs you? You deserve to suffer!" She caressed the bedpost
with her free hand and licked her lips again. With a menacing snarl, Eugene
climbed in the bed and attached his mouth to his wife's cunt. Her fingers
were still in it, so he sucked on them as well. Then the fingers were gone
and two hands were pushing his face into a very hot pussy. "YES!" Mildred
cried and then she was humping herself against her husband's mouth as she
came. He didn't stop sucking and when the pressure eased up he began tounging
the inside of Mildred's cunny.
LOVE HUBBY!
"Oooh oooh ooh! Oh Gene I love you," she cried. "Oh you're so good!
Mmmmmmm! That's niiiice.." She rubbed her husband's head, mussing his hair
thoroughly. "I lied about the vibrator."
"Mpmmph mmumph," Eugene replied. He stayed in his wife's crotch while he
pulled her towards the center of the bed, than swung himself over her. Taking
the hint, Mildred gleefully went back to sucking on his shaft. It was sticky
with the pre-cum he had rubbed on it but quickly enough she got it slicked
with saliva. She sucked on the head while Eugene pushed his tongue all the
way into her crevice, and when he had tounged it out he switched to suck on a
rather enraged looking clitoris. Mildred moaned and slid his cock all the way
in her mouth, which wasn't difficult with only five inches. She sucked hard
for about five seconds, then started giving him lots of short, little sucks.
"MMMMMMMMM!" Mildred loved the taste of pre-cum she was getting with each
suck. "MMMMmmmmMMMMMM!" She ground her hips down and Eugene sucked on her
clit, using the same technique she was on his prick. The tandemic act went on
for several minutes, until neither one could stand it any longer.
"Roll over," Mildred gasped, after taking her husband's cock out. Eugene
grunted in acknowledgment and rolled over onto his back, carrying Mildred
with him. She settled her hips onto his face again and leisurely licked his
staff. She played with his balls while she did this, judging their load. Then
she squeezed hard involuntarily as her husband sucked hard on her clit.
"Ngggghhhh!" Mildred was orgasming again, sudden and unexpectedly. Mr.
Fizzlebot kept up a steady pressure on her clit, making it almost impossible
for her to endure the pulsings of her vaginal muscles. Mildred squeezed his
balls harder and apparently this was too much for Eugene's cock to endure. It
throbbed a little and a trickle of semen came out.
"GAAAGH!" Eugene yelled.
"No! Mine!" Mildred kept the grip on her husband's testicles as she
clamped her mouth around his cock head. Then she let go and a thick discharge
was released. With a little tonguing of the glans, she coaxed the rest of the
jism out. It was a salty, clotty mass in her mouth. She savored the taste and
smell for a moment before sucking it down into her gullet. "Oh my. Oh good.
Oh nice..."
HUBBY-CUM YUMMY!
"Oh yeah," Eugene agreed. He licked up the rest of his wife's own
slippery, clear cum and smacked his lips. "We have *got* to do this more
often."
"What, using aphrodisiacs?"
"Ha ha, very funny." Eugene poked Mildred's clitoris and she gasped. "You
know what I mean."
"Gene," Mildred said after a moment's silence.
"Yeah?"
"I still need to fuck."
Silence.
"There's always the bedpost," Mildred said dangerously.
"I was just thinking," Eugene said slowly. "How much of that coffee is
left?" Mildred looked at her husband blankly. Then she made a small "oh"
sound.
"I-I think most of it's gone." She licked her lips slightly.
"Well, guess I'll have to make another pot," Eugene mused. "You just wait
right here." He got up and put on his discarded pants, ignoring the
underwear. "And don't *think* about even *touching* the bedposts," he said
ominously before going downstairs.
Mrs. Fizzlebot laid in the bed looking at the ceiling. She thought about
her husband. She thought about his cock reinforced by the stimulant. She
thought about how it could keep pumping into her all day. She thought about
how the room would smell afterwards.
Then she came.
It was late in the afternoon when the couple had finally burned out the
drug from their systems. Fortunately, both of the children had
extracurricular activities that day.
"So much for getting rich off of desperate truckers," Eugene said,
studying the ceiling alongside his wife.
"Maybe you could sell it to some tired hookers," Mrs. Fizzlebot
suggested. They were both silent for a moment before simultaneously going
"Naaaaaahhh."
"Who would believe," Mr. Fizzlebot said drowsily, "that you could crack a
walnut in your twat with an orgasm?"
"Or how about you and cumming across the room like that?" Mildred glared
at him. "I'll have to get the carpet steam cleaned."
"Sorry," Eugene muttered. He looked dejected. "I just wish I knew how I
managed to mess up."
Mildred sighed. "Don't worry dear. You'll figure it out. I can't blame
you for trying to strike it rich." She squeezed his hand. "This wasn't
exactly a painful experience, you know."
Eugene grinned. "Yeah. Exhausting, but hardly painful. Hell, if I could
just extract the aphrodisiac properties..."
"Gene," Mildred said.
"Huh?" He glanced at her. "Uh, right. Sorry Milly..." He sighed. "I'll
pour it out." They were quiet again for a while.
"But," Mildred said suddenly, "aren't their alligators in the sewer? And
rats?"
Eugene stared at the ceiling. "Right. I'll have to find a way to
neutralize it." He got up and began to dress. "Oh, and Milly?"
"Yes?"
"Throw away the coffee pot." Then Mr. Fizzlebot went to go find his
shoes. He had to check on Mickey and Minnie.
End of FIZZ1.TXT
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***From FEMINET
FLAMINGO.TXT
Jeffrey was anxiously awaiting his wedding day. As much as he
loved Marissa, there were still some things he hadn't told her. He
was hoping to have a chance, but with the new project at work, he
just couldn't find the right time. Whenever Marissa wasn't at work,
she was ordering flowers, having her dress fitted, or talking to the
caterer. They couldn't even find the time to go to the travel
agency to finalize plans for their honeymoon, so Marissa suggested
that she plan the honeymoon, and surprise Jeff. She would also pack
their luggage for the trip, she told Jeffrey, just so he wouldn't
know what sort of climate they were going to...
The wedding day came, and Jeffrey was nervous, as all grooms
are, but he was also worried, because he still hadn't told Marissa
about his cross-dressing. He had tried, about two weeks before, but
Marissa had told him that she didn't have time for a serious talk,
because she had to get ready for the lingerie that her sister was
having for her. This made Jeff even more nervous, thinking about
all the size 36B lovelies that would be moving into his house along
with Marissa. He just hoped that she'd understand.
They spent their wedding night at the airport Hilton, where
their love making was so glorious and exhausting, that once again,
Jeff lost his opportunity.
They got up to catch their late morning flight, and put on some
comfy, sensible travelling clothes that Marissa had put in an
overnight bag, along with her makeup and toiletries, and his shaving
kit. So Jeffrey still hadn't seen the clothes that Marissa had
bought. When they got to the airport, Marissa explained that it was
not yet time for Jeff to know their destination, so she had him sit
down while she went to the ticket counter. When she returned, she
had a Walkman in one hand, and a blindfold in the other. "I just
want you to be surprised", she explained, and tied the blindfol into
place, and put the earphones in his ears. Jeffrey didn't know what
to think, other than that he now had a very playful wife.
Jeffrey was led onto the plane and to his seat; he couldn't see
anything, and all that he could hear was the tape, which was all new
age and jazz music. He was soon asleep, and didn't wake up until
the plane landed. Still blindfolded, Jeffrey was led to pick up
their luggage and catch a taxi. When Marissa finally took off the
blindfold, he was in a hotel bathroom, and Marissa was drawing a
bath. She told him that he'd feel better after a bath, and with
that left the oversized bathroom. While Jeff bathed, Marissa got
ready- she got out all of her make up, and the two suitcases. One
of them contained only lingerie, and out of it she pulled an antique
white lace demi cup bra, with matching panites, and eight garter
garter belt, a silk full length slip, and a pair of stockings with
back seams. Then she changed out of her travelling clothes and into
a hot pink satin bustier top and black leather micro-mini, with a
pair of hip length hot pink leather boots. Marissa had expensive
and unusual taste, but with an $80,000 salary, a 25-year-old woman
can pretty much have whatever she wants. She got her razor out of
her bag, along with a package of refills, and headed into the
bathroom.
Jeffrey was still soaking in the tub, and was a little startled
when Marissa walked in. He was even more startled when he saw what
Marissa was wearing, and how he felt seeing her dressed like that.
Marissa handed over the razor, and said "Jenny, there are some
things that you haven't told me, but that doesn't mean that I don't
know...and there are things I haven't told you, but remember that
last night in our wedding, you promised to love, honor, and obey.
Now be a good girl and shave your legs." Jeff couldn't think of
what to do or say, so he shaved his legs like he'd been told. He
didn't know how Marissa had known about "Jenny", and couldn't
imagine what she had planned.
It took several razor blades to get Jenny's legs smooth and
hairless, but when they were, Jenny got out of the tub, dried off,
and was given a soothing lotion for her legs, and Marissa smiled.
Jenny felt sort of funny, but somehow warmer and happier than she
ever had, although she was scared at the same time. She was led out
of the bathroom, and couldn't help but squeal when she saw what was
laid out on the bed. She had only a very small collection of
lingerie, and had always wanted a garter belt with 8 garters. "May
I put them on?" Jenny stammered, looking at the lacy undergarments
wistfully. For some reason Jenny didn't quite understand, she added
"Please Mistress.", and looked up at Marissa, who was a good 6
inches taller than Jenny, who just realized that she'd never seen
Marissa in heels before, and than it was something quite
intimidating to see. Marissa gave a brief but brilliant smile, and
said, "Yes, Jenny, you may put on your clothes, and then I will do
your makeup." Jenny first put on the panties, which managed to hold
everything unsightly comfortably out of sight, and as she picked up
the bra, she noticed the surgical tape next to it, and thought "How
did Marissa know everything?" Jenny taped her "cleavage" into
place, and put on the bra. Somehow she wasn't terribly surprised to
discover that it was a perfect fit. She hooked the garter belt
around her waist, and sat on the bed bed with the brass frame in
order to put on the stockings on. Jenny had never had smooth legs
before, and the feeling of the stockings on her legs sent shivers
down her spine and made her nipples tingle. The soft sensuousness
of the silk slip made Jenny swoon and made her kness grow weak as
she put it on. Marissa handed her a pair of marabou bedroom
slippers, and beckoned her over to the makeup table. Marissa had
draped a towel over the mirror, so Jenny couldn't see herself until
Marissa had finished. As Marissa moved around, Jenny noticed that
Marissa wasn't wearing any panties under the micro-mini, which was
probably the shortest and sexiest skirt she had ever seen, at least
since the early 70's. Marissa applied a light foundation to Jenny's
naturally baby smooth face, and picked up a pink and mauve eyeshadow
kit, which she applied to Jenny's lids with careful, sure strokes, a
grey-blue eyeliner to bring out her blue eyes, and black mascara to
lengthed and thicken Jenny's already long and thick lashes. After a
few quick strokes of blusher and a bit of powder, Jenny was about to
go out of her mind with anticipation, thinking about the thick
creamy feeling of lipstick, and knowing that Marissa would make her
look much prettier than she ever could herself. And even though she
had been thinking about how it would feel, the lipstick was even
better than she had imagined. Marissa completed the look with a
curly pale blonde wig pinned up with tendrils softly framing Jenny's
face, and some loose wisps in the back. Jenny looked at Marissa,
thinking that it was all done, and wanting to look at herself, and
she if she looked as pretty as she felt. Marissa said "No" in a
firm voice, and pointed to the acrylic nails on the dresser next to
the bottle of pink nail polish. Jenny's eyes grew wide. This was
uch too much.
She had never had long nails before. Marissa shaped and buffed
Jenny's own nails before applying the acrylic ones. While she was
waiting for the polish to dry, Marissa went to her suitcase, and
pulled out a small box, from which she pulled a gold choker. When
Marissa put it on her, Jenny thought that it almost sounded like she
was locking it on. "Yes, Jenny, I did lock your collar on...from
now on, you are my slave, and are to obey my every command." said
Marissa. "Yes, Mistress" Jenny heard herself reply.
"And now, slave, it is time to put on your dress so than we can go
out." "Out?" Jenny gasped. "Tonight is a big party, and we're
going. I am certain you will learn a lot." was Marissa's reply.
Marissa walked over to the closet, and picked out a a mid-calf
length vanilla colored cashmere sweaterdress. Jenny could see the
deep V-back trimmed with gold and copper bugle beads, and as Marissa
slipped it over Jenny's head, the softness of the sweater caused a
soft coo to escape from her lips. Marissa placed a pair of golden
pumps on the floor at Jenny's feet, and told her slave that becuse
she would be dancing, she would be allowed to wear a low heel
tonight. Jenny realized that the heels on those shoes were a little
over 3", and wondered what her mistress would consider a high heel.
Marissa got a full length sable coat for herself, but none for
Jenny, because she wanted to see her hard nipples in the cold
evening air. Then Mistress Marissa commanded "Come" as she walked
out of the door and out to the elevator. Jenny followed her, and
once the elevator arrived, they stepped in. Marissa's coat was
open, and the man in the elevator was obviously aroused. Marissa
pulled the stop button on elevator, which cam to a halt between the
second floor and the lobby. Jenny didn't know what to expect
Marissa to do; at the same time she was both excited and afraid of
what her mistress might order her to do. Jenny had never felt so
aroused or so vulnerable in her life. She had also never looked at
a man and felt this way before; she could see the way that he wanted
her in his eyes, and this intimidated her. Jenny didn't know what to
expect from Marissa, and the tension was arousing her, especially as
she thought about the bulge in the stranger's trousers. Marissa was
well aware of the object of Jenny's gaze, and also of the way the
handsome stranger was feeling, trapped in an elevator with a soft,
pliant ingenue and a tigress with flashing green eyes. Marissa
backed into a corner of the elevator, directly across from the
stranger, and planted her feet wide apart. She looked at Jenny, and
said "Kneel." Jenny obediantly dropped to her knees, and positioned
herself in front of her mistress, who lifted her skirt an inch or
two, baring her pubis. Marissa firmly placed her hand on top of
Jenny's head, and pulled Jenny's mouth to her cunt. Jenny
obediantly licked and nibbled at her mistress's pussy and clit,
wanting to do nothing more than please her. Marissa would not let
Jenny complete her task, saying that others would be awaiting the
elevator, and ordered Jenny to thank the man for watching, and give
him a kiss to show how much she appreciated it. Jenny hesitated,
then stood up and kissed him. She couldn't believe the power and
urgency in his kiss, and she also knew that she would be unable to
resist anything that he asked. Marissa looked at the man, and said,
"I have a car waiting. You will accompany us to our destination,
and then the driver will take you wherever you are headed." "With
pleasure" he responded.
Marissa let the elevator descend to the lobby, followed by the
man, who introduced himself as Jared, and Jenny. The three of them
headed for the waiting limo. The chauffeuse, a petite and almost
elfin girl attired in traditional livery, except for the mid-thigh
skirt, opened the door for the threesome, and then got in herself,
and drew the partition. Marissa had seated herself on on end of the
seat, with Jenny in the middle. Marissa uncorked a waiting bottle
of champagne, giving each Jared and Jenny a glass. She then
reclined, and directed Jared to amuse himself however he wished,
however, he would not be allowed to touch Jenny. This didn't leave
him too many options, he thought, eyeing Jenny's soft lips as he
unzipped his fly.
Marissa ordered Jenny to kneel on the floor between Jared's feet,
and to take his hard throbbing penis into her mouth. Marissa then
warned Jared that Jenny had never tasted cockmeat before, so he
placed one hand on either side of her face, and guided Jenny's
hungry mouth up and down his shaft. Jenny slurped and sucked,
unable to think of anything other than the cock in her mouth.
Despite her inexperience, Jenny got a full face-fucking in about 8
or 9 minutes. Marissa could tell that Jared wouldn't be good for
any more fun, and so she had the chauffeuse drop him off at the next
corner. Jenny immediately became frightened of being dropped
somewhere herself, and she didn't even know what city she was in.
She resolved that she would be totally and completely obedient to
Marissa, and please her in every way possible, so that she would not
be left.
........................BY LESLIE ADDISON
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***From FEMINET
Bob Smith's FLASH1:
Black ultrasheer panty hose slipping sensually up my leg. Wiggle right
toes, place heel, gennd heel, now - calf, back of knee and thigh. Arching
back, pulling and placing the lacy high legged panty over sensitive buttocks,
the front over belly and waist. Now gently arranging my sex through the
cutout shield which presses firmly on the sides and back of my quickly
engorging organ. Selecting the matching silk panty from the pile spread in
the open drawer, fingers lightly touching, choosing, searching, found. Both
hands now spreading the fabric, finding and separating. Bend - place right
foot, left. Stand, hands placed lovingly on my stocking smooth legs - fingers
outstretched inside the waistband of the high cut panty. Hands, fabric, lace
rising slowly, gently to cover and encase my now hard, tingling sex. Mirror,
a glance, turn, wiggle and touch and then my black floor length slip. Folded
in fourths, bodice of fine lace, nipples to be covered by high count, soft
nylon fabric smoothed by multiple wearings and washings. Comfort unfolded.
Hands in the tube - overhead, the fabric falls down my body - darkness, hands
seeking the space between straps and sides. Perfumed remembrances of past
encounters as the garment falls on its way floorward. I shudder at the
sensation as vision returns. A tug, a shiver and all is in place. The
mirror - a smile - is it me? No! You? Touch me with your hands. Feel the
fabric, my body trembling for release, thrusting, spinning, higher, higher
with you as every skin sensitive nerve explodes to the touch and caress of
sheer, joyous ecstasy.
At 9:00 PM, last night, after checking that no one saw me, I opened the lid
and climbed into a large black and brass steamer an hour later the store was
silent around me; the lights were dimmed for the night and it was MY TIME TO
PLAY!! The lingerie and hosiery departments on the third floor beckoned. I
swung the lid open carefully and looked around. Everyone was gone and the
store was mine for the night. Only the doors were barred and alarmed; as
long as I stayed in the store, I was safe from detection. I climbed the two
stopped escalators and turned left into one of the world's largest
collections of delectables: bras and panties, slips, camisoles, bustiers
with garters, stockings, breastforms and pads, girdles, waist cinchers,
teddies, short nighties, long gowns, robes and peignoirs, silky pajamas,
lace, black, red, blue, white, pink, nude. Nylon and silk EVERYWHERE. I
removed my jeans, shoes, socks and shirt; I slipped out of my cotton Jockeys
and stood, naked, with the the largest approach-approach conflict ever
imagined by any of the world's most learned shrinks. How to choose? Where
to start? Only one answer! Put EVERYTHING on. I tried; believe me, I tried.
I covered my body with garment after silky garment; layer upon layer of
diaphanous gauze and lace. Head spinning, hands working through the night,
my mad solitary orgy peaked time and time again. At night's end, I sat,
legs apart, in front of the mirror in the overstuffed chair by the try-on
room entrance dressed in my last outfit, an all black ensemble: cami, half
slip, garter belt, and seamed stockings. I made love to the creature in the
mirror one last time. Leaving my Jockey shorts on top of the mountain of
wasted finery, I covered my black daywear with my male clothing, crawled back
down the escalators and returned to the camp trunk to await the opening bell
and my eventual successful escape from its limited confines.
--
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Darn, this should have been an Easter story.
***From FEMINET
The Story of Fluff the Bunny
by Veronica Hammer
...because we all dance in pink and blue...
A long time ago, in the middle of a land called Turtle Island, a boy Bunny
named Fluff was born.
Fluff was looked after by a family of Owls where he grew up, who taught
Fluff about the girl and boy animals on Turtle Island.
Girls were Left-handed. Girls were pretty and liked to wear pink.
Boys were Right-handed. Boys were strong and wore blue.
Left-handed animals only liked to dance with Right-handed animals, and
vice versa.
As Fluff grew up, he learned to sing and dance.
He also played Right-handed games.
He sang beautiful songs about being Right-handed.
But Fluff was different. As Fluff grew up, he realized he could use his
left hand equally as well as his right. Fluff was ambidextrous.
"Why do I play these games and sing these songs?" Fluff asked himself. "I
want to use my left hand and sing songs about being Left-handed, and wear
pink things, too." Fluff was very confused. He played Left-handed games and
sang pink songs in his closet. He grew up being very embarassed about this;
after all, Right-handed animals had it better on Turtle Island. Why would he
want to use his other hand? Maybe Fluff was Left-handed after all, even
though he was a boy.
Fluff became good friends and dancing partners with a Left-handed Horse.
It seemed they would dance forever. Fluff sang beautiful songs about dancing
with Left-handed animals.
Fluff's songs were so beautiful, that he was summoned to sing in the
Prince's Forest, on the east coast of Turtle Island. The forest was very
scary at first, but Fluff sang his songs, which made all the forest creatures
happy.
Fluff was happy, too, even though he still went into his closet at night
to wear pink and sing Left-handed songs.
Then Fluff met the Right-handed Tiger (or at least the Tiger said he was
Right-handed...after all, the Tiger was a boy). The Tiger liked to wear pink
and play Left-handed games too. Fluff knew he was not alone, and wanted to
share this news.
"I must tell the Horse!" Fluff thought. And off he rushed to the middle
of Turtle Island to tell her of his discovery. The Horse wasn't happy.
"You're Right-handed," she exclaimed, "and Right-handed animals wear blue and
sing blue songs." "Don't push any Left-handedness around me, or I won't speak
to you again."
Fluff really liked the Horse a lot, and tried to please her. In the
process, he only felt like half a Bunny. He stopped singing altogether, and
the animals in the Prince's Forest missed his beautiful songs. The Left-
handed Duck asked, "Fluff, why are you so glum?" Fluff proceeded to tell her
his story.
One day, Fluff met some of the Tiger's friends - the Cat and the Vixen,
from the south end of Turtle Island, where the big river met the sea.
Fluff was fascinated; the Cat and the Vixen were both Left-handed, but
they loved to dance together. The Vixen was born a boy, but definately Left-
handed. This made perfect sense to Fluff, as he wanted to be able to dance
with his left hand with Left-handed people too.
It confused Fluff too. Fluff was raised to believe that Left-handed
animals who danced with each other were weird.
"Am I a Left-handed animal, like the Vixen?" he asked. "Maybe I just need
to use my left hand more, and find out for myself."
So Fluff spent some time singing only pink songs, and wearing only pink
things, and playing only Left-handed games. It all felt very natural to
Fluff. Fluff concluded that he was Left-handed, too.
Now, the Vixen was born a Left-handed boy, and was in the process of
making her body look more like the Left-handed girl animals. Fluff figured
that this was something that he would eventually have to do as well. It
scared Fluff a lot, especially since he was still so proficient with his
right hand. Fluff didn't know anyone who felt like him, though, so he
continued to sing his pink songs.
The Left-handed Cow heard Fluff's beautiful pink songs and danced a pink
dance with him. Fluff felt very comfortable around the Cow, and told her
about his feelings of being ambidextrous. The Cow seemed confused, so Fluff
started a blue dance with her. This only confused the Cow more, and she
danced away.
Fluff was so dazed at the Cow's departure, that he spent long hours trying
to figure out why he was cursed with this. Was he so much unlike the Tiger?
No. The Tiger admitted that he, too, had a bit of Left-handedness inside him
as well. Not exactly like Fluff, but enough that Fluff realized all the
animals in the Prince's Forest were very different. Fluff also saw that
labels like Left and Right-handed only got in the way of his ability to show
his true color, purple, and his gift of using both his hands, even if he's
the only one who does so.
Fluff began to sing songs again...purple songs. Fluff grew up that day and
became a Rabbit, a beautiful purple Rabbit. Fluff wore whatever things he
wanted to, because pink, blue and purple all celebrate the beauty of Fluff's
life. And Fluff danced a purple dance, all by himself.
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Karen Mitchell
***From FEMINET
By Ginger Lace... For A.L. and all others!
As I shut the door on my car door I see a car start to pull up next
to my car, my heart is pounding with excitement with thought of
someone seeing me dressed as a sex slut! I am walking to my apt. when
I look back to see who it was in the car and to my shock it was the
girl who was screwing the married landlord. I don't think she saw me
get out of my car so I hurried to my apt. so that she would not know I
was a transvestite. Inside my apt. I got very hot thinking of what
just could have happened to me!
I took off my jacket, silk blouse and sexy mini skirt. I got out my
selection of dildos so I could fuck my pussy/ass with them. I was
dressed only in my tight black lace bra, matching waist clincher (that
brings my waist to a sexy 24" size) with garters. Attached to the
garters are silk seam stockings and on my feet are 5" ankle strap,
open toe high heels. My panties are silky black bikini's with ties on
each side. Just as I was about to untie them I hear a knock on my
door! I have been home for about 2 hours now and the thought that it
was the girl in the car did not occur to me. I put on a male robe,
went to the door and opened it. I stood behind the door so that who
ever it was could not see my high heeled and nylon clad feet. To my
extreme shock it was the girl! I became very hot (scared) and could
not speak! She could tell that I was shocked and said nothing but
just walked in and closed the door! She told me her name was Adrianne
as she was looking down at my feet. She looked at my face and smiled!
I thought that was you as I drove up to the parking area.
I was still in shock at this point and she new it. So to break my
shock she took off her coat which revealed a woman dressed just as I
was when I cam home. She saw me looking at her feet and said that if
I wanted to kiss her feet I could and she would love it! I just stood
there in a sexual shock! To break my shock she came over to me, took
hold of the robe I was wearing and remove it. There I was standing
wearing female lingerie. She stepped back and looked at me with a
very big smile on her face.. She told me to slowly turn around so
that she could get a good look at her transvestite neighbor. I was
still just standing there in shock.
She got mad and said to do as she said!! I started to protest when
she came over to me grabbed my arm, opened my apt. door and pushed me
out into the night dressed in my female lingerie. She then slammed
the door shut on me. I paniced and began to pound on the door and
tell her to open it up to let me back in my apt... She told me she
would open only it if I was going to do just as she asked. I was in
no position to protest and I said yes! Just as I said yes a couple of
guys were walking by across the yard and saw me in my lingerie, They
began to hoot and yell to me to come over and suck there cocks!
As I looked back at the guys Adrianne opened the door to let me in
and I ran in my apt... Now you transvestite slut get on your stocking
clad knees and lick my high heels and my stocking toes! I looked at
her and dropped to my knees and lowered my head to her feet and began
tolick and kiss her feet.. I started to kiss my way up her stocking
clad ankles to her sexy knees. As I was about to lick and kiss her
nylon covered thighs she pushed me away with her foot and made me fall
back on my panty covered ass. She removed her blouse to reveal a sexy
pair of braless tits.
She then took of her miniskirt to show me her bikini lace panties
that have little tie bows at the hip! Her pussy must have a lot of
hair because of the large mound that was showing. A lace garter belt
framed her pussy and to the belt was black silk seam stockings just
like I have on my legs. She told me to get on the bed and lay down on
my back. As I did as she said she pulled some stockings out of her
purse tied my arms to each bed post and then my ankles spread eagle to
the other posts. I felt scared and horny at the same time. I did not
know what she was going to do next but, I did not want her to stop! I
have wanted to be a sex slave for a Mistress and I wasn't going to do
anything to stop this sexual affair this sex Goddess! She then untied
my panties and let my hard cock springs free. She took it in her hand
and started stroking it, making me moan with pleasure. With her
stroking my cock she ask me if I will do anything she asks of me. I
tell her YES without even having tothink about it. Good! She then
gets a pair of nipple clamps and places them on each of my nipples
witch make me squirm in pain. Next she puts a blind fold over my eyes
and tell me that what ever touches my lips I am to lick and suck until
she tells me to stop. I tell her yes Mistress! She tells me she
likes having me call her Mistress and with out warning she takes my
cock deep in her mouth and sucks on it until I almost cum. She pulls
her lips from my cock and tells me she will be right back and to
remember to lick and suck what ever touches my sex slave lips. I hear
her leave and lay there wondering if she will come back or just leave
me here. It was about 15 mins. later that I heard the door open and
someone walk in, but not knowing who it was made me hard as rock for
whom ever was standing there. The person was getting on the bed with
me. I felt a hand run up my stocking leg to my cock and squeeze it.
Then I felt a leg start to be put next to my chest and I could tell
they had on nylons too. I thought it was Adrianne and she was going
to let me lick her pussy. As I felt this person (Adrianne I presume)
straddle my face I could feel her nylons rub my arms. A finger
touched my lips and I started to suck it. The finger went into my
mouth allowing me to lick and suck it real good. The finger was
removed and it was wet too. Next I felt her pushing that finger into
my ass, slow it touched the outer ring and then it found it spot.
With one mighty thrustit was shoved deep into my ass,
ooooooooooohhhhhh Yesssss!!!! She fucked my ass with her finger for a
while and then stopped. What happened next was a sexual blur for a
little while, but it was a dream come true. With her finger out of my
asshole I could feel her leaning forward to my face. I opened my
mouth to except the sweet pussy to lick and suck, But what I received
was no pussy. My lips were penetrated by a fat, hot, hard cock that
was plunged into my mouth. I was in shock at first but remembered
what Adrianne told what I must do and I went to work on this hot cock!
As I sucked this cock I felt someone else untie my ankles. They
lifted them up and placed them on there shoulders. They pressed there
body which also was wearing garters and nylons up to my ass. Then
they rammed there hard cock deep into my ass with one thrust. I tried
to scream but the cock in my mouth prevented that from happening. I
was getting gang band by to sex starved Transvestite and I was loving
every inch of COCK!!!!! FUCK ME I thought as the cocks rammed there
way home!! more to cumm....
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Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com