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Authors name: Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)
Story title : Daphne's Diary of Elegance and Decadence

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DAPHNE'S DIARY OF ELEGANCE AND DECADENCE-- Part Two
Written by Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com)
Copyright (c)2002 by the author.

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PART TWO---The Smallest Club in the World
(Mdom/cd, bd, nc, beast, tg, fetish, fant/ped, Fdom/cd, v)

***

He left me lying on the den carpet and left the room. I 
sobbed quietly, overcome with mixed feelings of shame and 
desire after the erotic teasing and spanking He had 
administered to me. I heard him unlock a door in another 
part of the house, and was suddenly rigid with fear that He 
had opened the Chamber.

He reentered the den and got me up on my knees, then pulled 
the drool-soaked rag from my mouth and replaced it with a 
pear shaped vinyl gag, 4"x2." I gagged as he forced it 
against the back of my throat but willed myself to accept 
it and did. I looked him defiantly in the eye even though 
my mascara was a mess from my tears. The Prof had a 
maniacal gleam in his eyes that told me that He was over 
the edge too and enjoying Himself immensely.

"Are you ready to see the Chamber, Daphne?"

All I could do was shake my head No, and mmmmph into the 
gag. He came behind me and carefully fastened a leather 
blindfold on me, taking care not to muss my ponytail 
(always considerate of a girl's feelings was my Prof).

He got me up, still handcuffed, and in high heels, and led 
me through the house, presumably toward the Chamber where 
the horrors awaited. We came to a door which he opened and 
he had me step in... but there were no stairs.... 

"No, Daphne, this is not The Chamber. You are not quite 
ready to go there. But I have a surprise for you in this 
room that you'll never forget as long as you live."

He roughly pulled me forward into the room and forced me on 
my knees onto a coarse woolen carpet. I felt the edge of a 
small heavy table as He uncuffed me, then tied my arms and 
legs to the table legs to restrain me from anything other 
than lifting my head. I smelled grease oil and 
lubricants... I was in His garage. 

"Hold still while I do this. The need for it will be 
apparent soon enough." I felt the Prof's large fingers 
begin to apply lube to my anus, and in moments his middle 
finger was in my rectum probing for my prostate. He 
suddenly withdrew and placed the finger under my nose.

"Notice the unusual odor of this lube? I mix it myself. 
They find it irresistibly arousing and it stimulates 
maximum sexual performance in them."

"Them?" I wondered. A chill shot through my body and 
goosebumps appeared as I suddenly realized....

He was at another door. "Yes, Daphne, I can see you 
understand. You are about to join one of the smallest clubs 
in the world. You must do exactly as I say or you could be 
badly injured. Will you obey me completely?" 

What could I do but nod my assent, even though my skin was 
crawling. 

I heard the dogs enter and move toward me.

Even though the Prof videotaped the entire scene in the 
garage, I haven't yet had the courage to view the tape and 
watch what the dogs did to me. But the memory of it all 
remains vivid in my mind...

The two Rhodesians had been assiduously trained by the Prof 
to be prodigious sexual performers with human partners. I 
know for a fact that He had spent a lot of time on his 
knees with them. Now it was my turn and I was helpless to 
prevent it. My cock shriveled in anxiety and fear. This was 
depravity beyond all imagination.

I felt a hot rough tongue begin to lick my anus greedily 
and sloppily until I felt thick canine saliva running down 
my ass onto my garters and stockings. The tongue then 
penetrated my anus and rectum. I screamed in fear and 
pleasure, but this seemed to merely provoke faster and 
deeper oral penetrations by two long tongues.

"Daphne, my love, you are about to experience the 
ultimate...anal and oral sodomization by these magnificent 
animals. I have withheld sex from them for weeks and they 
are ravenous for sexual release. As you can feel, they not 
only accept you as a sex partner but are fascinated by the 
fact that you're a man but look like a little girl.

I can relate to this myself, as you know. I will assist 
them to a certain extent, but everyone's satisfaction 
depends on your performance as their bottom. Since you can 
move your head a little, I must warn you not to jerk or 
move suddenly as they fuck your mouth and throat. At times 
they can be rough as they force you to deep throat but you 
must be utterly passive or they will bite you most 
painfully."

Having spoken these chilling words, the Prof began 
positioning his pets to consummate their inhuman lust on 
me. I felt one dog's paws on my back and his knees against 
the backs of my thighs. Just like an expert cocksman, he 
gently rested the tip of his weird cock against my anus and 
waited for the Prof to give the order. In front of me I 
heard sucking and slurping sounds...then a light human 
moan...the Prof was sucking the other dog.

"How generous and thoughtful of him to prepare the animal 
for me," I thought insanely. Then I realized that the Prof 
couldn't resist his own obsessive urges and was merely 
being greedy. Somehow I resented this and wished fervently 
that I be allowed to satisfy. Seconds later I got my 
chance.

The Prof rudely jerked the vinyl gag out of my mouth and 
moved his dog into position with paws over my shoulders and 
up on hind legs. He forced my head down with one hand and 
guided the dog's fully erect cock with the other, until the 
glans touched my lips. It was slick with the Prof's saliva. 
In what I hoped would be a memorable gesture, I pursed my 
lips and gently kissed the glans. Both dogs and the Prof 
sighed at the sight of this, and my own cock began to 
stiffen as emotions surged in all of us.

"Now," was the only thing He said, and the dogs rammed 
their stiff penises into my throat and up my ass at the 
same moment.

It can be safely said that my life changed forever in that 
moment. Whatever vestiges of manly pride and 
heterosexuality I had left were swept away by the 
overwhelming sensation of bondage ass and throat-rape which 
had been orchestrated by the Prof and carried out by 
trained beasts with the sex instincts of the Great Masters 
of Homosexual Rape. The tips of their weirdly shaped 
penises struck the back of my throat and the curve of my 
sigmoid at the same moment of initial thrust, causing a 
blinding flash of pain and sexual stimulation such as I had 
never known.

I felt as if my internal body had been greatly compressed 
or shortened, and the two penises felt only inches apart, 
thrusting and ripping through the sexflesh of my throat, 
stomach and intestines. How I controlled my gag impulse 
I'll never know, but it must have been the Prof's threat of 
severe injury from their biting.

The Prof told me later that he almost stopped the dogs at 
one point because he thought no one could endure their 
vicious, brutal and rapid thrusts. Their powerful hind legs 
produced a pistoning speed which He said was just a blur. I 
began to hallucinate--my anus was connected directly to my 
mouth by a straight tube of colon, a flesh tunnel through 
which roared enormous trains of penismeat. 

The Prof watched each dog carefully for signs of impending 
orgasm, and when the flanks of the front dog began to 
quiver, He quickly whispered in my ear, "Whatever happens, 
you must not swallow a single drop." The base of the dog's 
penis began to swell and flare so wide I couldn't get my 
mouth around it (although I tried). The dog howled and I 
felt a jet of semen hit the back of my throat. Within 
seconds, my mouth was full and bulging with at least a half 
pint of warmthickdelicious dogsperm.

What happened next was probably the most erotic thing that 
ever happened to me. The Prof carefully pulled the 
fantastic penis from my mouth and said "Give it to me" and 
placed His mouth over mine. It took a second for me to 
realize what he wanted and then I opened my mouth to his 
and felt the fabulous oyster of dogsperm slide slowly onto 
his tongue and fill his mouth. I frenched him and our 
tongues licked each other coated with hot slimy dogsperm 
and time stood still. 

The sheer sexuality of the kiss caused my prostate to 
involuntarily cramp, sending a stream of pre-cum jetting 
onto the bondage table's side. My dog, sensing my rock-hard 
prostate and smelling the other dog's cum and seeing us 
shift the wad of dogsperm, reacted quickly. My rectum felt 
a swelling as big as an apple, followed by screaming pain 
as the swollen penis jerked in and out of my anus. In 
seconds, my rectum was flooded with waves of dogsperm. I 
could feel him cum. He howled and then we all howled 
together, as primitive and bestial a sight as one could 
ever imagine.

The Prof moved around and helped my dog remove his penis.. 
As the flared base suddenly cleared my straining anus and 
the cock slipped out, the Prof jammed a Triple Ripple into 
my anus. He said, "There is simply no better intestinal 
lubricant than dogsperm, and you will need every drop when 
the first 12" of the Alien penetrates you later tonight."

That's when I realized that in spite of the incredible sex 
scenes the Prof had just put me through, I had yet to have 
my first ejaculation.

The Prof released me from the bondage table and untied the 
leather blindfold, and I simply slumped onto the rough 
garage carpet. The Prof lay down behind me and we spooned 
together. I opened my legs and he pushed his erect cock 
between my thighs so that his glans rested just beneath my 
scrotum.

The dogs stretched out in front of us and relaxed. The 
penis of one of them was only inches from my face, and I 
was startled to see a beautiful pearl of after-cum appear 
on the glans. The dog turned his head and looked at the 
pearl and then looked directly at me and then back to the 
pearl.

"Go ahead," said the Prof who was watching this 
extraordinary man/dog scenario.

I looked directly into the dog's eyes and leaned forward 
and touched just the tip of my tongue to the pearl, then 
lightly penetrated the urethra, and then slowly lifted away 
so that the pearl elongated into a semen-strand about 3" 
long running from his glans to my tongue-tip.

The dog's eyes widened and he began to pant lightly. I 
could tell the other dog and the Prof were watching us. 
Ever so slowly I lifted until the strand pulled all the 
pearl away from the dog's penis and swung back against my 
chin and cheek. I looked directly at the other dog and then 
lay my head on the carpet.

What happened next was so beautiful that I cried with joy. 
Both dogs came to me and begin licking the dogsperm and 
then the Prof leaned over and licked too as the dogs took 
turns licking strands of their semen out of my mouth and 
then from the Prof's mouth as well.

We rested in this loving embrace until He whispered in my 
ear, "It's a good thing my Chamber is sound-proofed because 
they'd want to be in there if they heard your screams when 
the Alien begins to rape you."

I said, "Let them be there," and they were.

***

The Prof left the dogs in the garage and took me upstairs 
to his private dressing room where he tenderly began to 
clean me up. I was a mess--lipstick gone, makeup streaked 
from tears, drool and dog licking, semen and saliva stains 
on my little girl dress and lube all over my panties, 
garters and nylons. Of course I was in some sort of shock 
and burst into tears when I saw my reflection in His 
mirror. He quickly produced a fresh glass of wine and gave 
me a 5mg Valium to steady me. He also apologized.

"Daphne, darling, I should have known that my pets might be 
too rough for you. I'm not easily shocked, but the way they 
violated you, the sheer animal fury of it, has deeply 
shaken me. Oh darling please forgive me."

His loving apology moved me and I instantly forgave him. 
After all, I had survived, hadn't I? I kissed his hands and 
showered praise on him for staging the surprise attack. 
"You were right to surprise me with it...If I had known, I 
would have fled. And just think what I would have missed." 
The wine and Valium were bringing me back into the kinky 
party atmosphere and I was suddenly sex-hungry again. I 
told him so.

"I want to go to the Chamber now, please." I fluttered my 
eyelashes coyly but my husky voice betrayed the deep need I 
was expressing. "I want to pleasure you, to be fucked by 
you and to let you indulge your fantasies with me."

"Oh, God," he whispered. I could see that I had said 
exactly what He had wanted to hear. Already on his knees, 
he gently pulled me down to the dressing room floor where I 
rolled onto my back. I put my legs around his waist and my 
arms around his neck, and we kissed passionately for a long 
time. "Daphne, you are more than a woman," he said 
earnestly and then we both laughed. I felt giddy.

"My Chamber was designed with fantasy in mind, since you 
mention it. In fact most of the rooms have a fantasy theme, 
and my inheritance made it possible for me to spend 
whatever was necessary to equip each room to the highest 
level of pseudo-reality." (The Prof has long been known to 
b.s. and has always been a notorious bragger). I said 
"Darling I'm yours to use and abuse. Where do we start?"

He regarded me thoughtfully and then said "We'll start in 
the nursery." I was not surprised. Somehow I had always 
known that someday I would "Be Your Baby Tonight" after he 
had confided many of His deepest desires to me in his 
sexvan last summer. 

"Meet me in the E room in 5 minutes. Take everything off 
below your waist. Get on the gyno table and put your legs 
in the stirrups."

I did what he said and was in position when He entered the 
E room. He had rolled another number which we shared while 
he shaved every hair off my body south of my navel. As he 
shaved my scrotum and anus I asked him to replace the butt 
plug which had been holding in all the dogsperm. He 
refused, saying that it would come out soon enough. Before 
long I was just as high and horny as I had been before 
being spanked, and He was too.

My cock looked strange with no pubes around it, but I did 
like the way it looked bigger somehow. The kinkiness of the 
situation caused me to semi-erect and the Prof noticed. As 
he finished de-nuding my legs, he began to fondle my cock 
and balls and then spent ten fantastic minutes sucking and 
deep throating me with an easy grace and skill gained from 
a lifetime of World-Class Cocksucking. He knew just when to 
stop. We both watched my cock twitch and jerk but not come. 
Bravo.

He told me to go to my room and reapply my makeup, and to 
replace the blonde ponytail with the red pigtails he had 
noticed in my room (and obviously liked). He said to put on 
my "kindergarten" pinafore, fresh white stockings, and my 
"mary janes" and to lie on my bed when finished. I was very 
excited and it didn't take long to do. He came in carrying 
baby powder and baby oil and a cloth diaper. He powdered, 
patted and pinned, and sure enough I had become His Baby.

Effortlessly he picked me up in His powerful arms and 
carried me like a bride downstairs into the Chamber. He 
kicked the door shut with one foot and the massive padded 
door automatically locked itself. He carried me down a 
short flight of stairs that ended in a hall running almost 
the length of the house. There were 4 rooms on each side of 
the hall and a single very large room at the end. All rooms 
were closed but I noticed that each door had an outside 
peephole (most of the Prof's friends were voyeurs as well 
as perverts).

Before we went into the first room on the left, He said 
"The room at the end is my workshop and is also the main 
supply room for all the activities here. Imagine, Daphne, a 
room containing over 200 dildos of every imaginable size 
and shape, along with hundreds of other sex devices and 
bondage accessories. Final work on your Alien Master was 
done there, and you will see for yourself soon whether I 
have exaggerated about its merits. But first, my Baby must 
see her nursery...."

***

I read somewhere once that of all the senses, smell was the 
one which triggered the most intense memories, certainly 
the most childhood-related ones. Who can forget the first 
day of the First Grade, the smell of the blackboard and 
chalk, the freshly sharpened pencils, the peculiar 
institutional smell of the cafeteria? Perhaps we are only 
the sums of our smell-experiences. Sums, sums.

Certainly the Prof understood, if only intuitively, the 
importance of aromas in creating his kinky virtual 
realities--his fantasy playrooms. And none demonstrated his 
awareness more than The Nursery. He carried me through the 
door and lay me down in a baby's crib, albeit a giant one 
large enough for two adults, high off the floor and only 3-
sided (the missing side enabled climbing in and out of the 
crib).

As soon as He released me, I was overwhelmed with the 
intense melange of "baby smells" which thickly permeated 
the room. Baby powder, baby oil, carbolated vaseline, 
prelubed baby asswipes, freshly unrolled Pampers, and fresh 
crib linen. And very faintly, but definitely there, the 
distant aroma of baby urine and intestine.

I closed my eyes and thought, "How did He do it? It smells 
perfectly authentic like real babies have been in here."

My mind boggled at the thought of massive perversions 
committed in this crib.

It was almost dark in the nursery, the only lights two 
kiddie nitelites in the walls. Stuffed animals were all 
over the thick carpet. I couldn't tell if the two 
Rhodesians were lying near the back wall but it could've 
been them. Soft lullaby music filtered in from somewhere. 
Baby blankets and pillows made my crib very comfortable, 
and I rested, sucking my thumb while the Prof was out of 
the room. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw piles of 
fresh condoms, lubes and small vinyl dildos on top of the 
dresser.

Babylike, I pulled the blankets over my head and legs, so 
that only my diapered ass was uncovered. I had set the 
stage for Him the best that I could....

When the Prof returned, he had changed into a man's silk 
bathrobe and was carrying a nippled bottle of baby formula. 
Peering out from under the baby blanket I could see He had 
a raging hard-on under the silk robe. The rest of the show 
was all his, and this is what I remember: "Pretty Baby 
Daphne, I have brought you your bottle. Here, suck the 
nipple, baby." He spoke gently and smoothly placed the 
nipple in my mouth. I began sucking the warm formula.

He could hear me sucking. "I'm going to check your diaper 
too." He unfastened the diaper and pulled it off. "Let's 
put these pretty pillows under you so I can get a good look 
at your privates. There, that's better...what's this? Oh 
Daphne. Your wicked stepbrother has been at you again...He 
left this big plug in your tiny anus...It must hurt 
something terrible...let me take it out."

I was face down in the crib with my ass elevated at least 
6" by the baby pillows when he slowly unscrewed the 
TripRip. It came out with a messy plopping sound.

"O Baby Daphne, your little intestine is full of semen and 
god knows what else. He must have rubbed your rectum raw 
and your anus is bright red from the rough fucking that boy 
did to you. I'll have to put some medicated goo in you 
right away."

I heard him fumbling with something on the dresser top. 
When he turned back toward the crib, I heard him gasp at 
the sight of me. By use of the baby blankets I had 
contrived the sight of nothing uncovered but my smooth 
round hairless ass and anus, propped up on baby pillows. I 
saw the silk robe fall to the floor as He climbed up into 
the crib.

He spoke softly but erotically, "Pretty Baby, I have to put 
this goo deep in your intestine and my finger isn't long 
enough and I will have to use my penis instead. Since the 
goo won't stick to the condoms, I'll have to put my naked 
penis in you, but oh baby I'll be so gentle and tender." He 
got on all fours but put no body pressure on me at all...I 
could tell he had done this before. I felt the tip of his 
penis touch my hole and press gently in.

Believe me it wasn't easy to keep my sphincter clinched 
tightly for the minute or two it took Him to force his cock 
through, but I wanted him to have the most realistic 
Man/Baby experience I was capable of. I sucked frantically 
on the nipple, slurping and moaning lightly. It wasn't long 
until He had all 9" of His fat cock in me and began a 
beautiful slow gentle fuck.

I could feel him trembling. His voice thick with passion, 
he began a rambling monologue about how my stepbrother had 
abused me but this wasn't abuse it was the greatest love 
and although I would have no memory of it later my 
subconscious would remember and be healed and it takes a 
special man to have a special love with babies and little 
kids and on and on with psychobabble and pseudo-
psychological self serving b.s.

I just tuned it out and concentrated on the great personal 
thrill and honor to be fucked by Him. His technique was 
wonderfully satisfying...pull it slowly all the way out and 
then slowly put it all back in. I loved feeling his pubes 
against my perineum each time his glans went halfway up my 
sigmoid. After the vicious dogsex rape I had suffered, this 
was the perfect erotic antidote...a loving, gentle fuck by 
a man who was fantasizing that I was His Baby.

His climax thrilled us both. His cock became ultra-stiff 
and he pulled it all out and rested the glans on my now 
gaping anus. 

"Uhh.... uhh.... uhh..uh..uh...uh..uh..uh..uh...." His 
first shot of ejaculate bathed my outer anus, and then he 
very slowly went all the way in, spurting and moaning 
faster and faster as he buried it in me. I clamped down on 
him with whatever sphincter power I had left and squeezed 
every drop of cum out of him. He shouted my name "Daphne. 
Daphne.," then buried his face in the baby blankets moaning 
and drooling. When he was spent, I softly placed the baby 
bottle nipple between his lips and he sucked contentedly. 
He drifted off to sleep, and I got up to see what was 
behind Door No. 2.

***

I left the Prof napping in his nursery room and slipped out 
to explore the fantasy room next door. By now I was blown 
away with the "reception" he had given me. I couldn't have 
imagined a wilder time than the Prof was delivering. Truth 
be told, I think I was falling in love with Him.

I also felt good about how I had handled everything up to 
now--I felt sure that I had not disappointed Him. While it 
is true that He could have anticipated our cordial reunion, 
followed by the teasing and spanking, thus leading to the 
dogsex scene which he had obviously been planning for 
weeks, He could not have foreseen that my reaction would 
lead directly to the nursery and His fantasy-pleasuring by 
me. His semen ran down the inside of my thigh even as I 
reprised the evening's events. It occurred to me that we 
had probably always been destined to have Great Sex....and 
we were certainly off to a good start in that category.

It had been a long, long time since I had a case of "blue 
balls," but I was almost there after the incredible 
stimulation of the last two hours. Suddenly I wanted to cum 
real bad. I decided to distract myself by seeing how Room 
No. 2 was equipped so that I could anticipate what He had 
planned for me. I looked through the peephole and instantly 
froze... it was the RUBBER ROOM...

I opened the door and stepped into a different reality... 
my scrotum tightened as I inhaled the heavenly aroma of 
massive quantities of latex. Indeed, every square inch of 
every wall was covered with rubber and latex clothing, 
gags, fetish shoes and hi-heel boots, rubber panties and 
bras, cockrings, penis restraints, butt plugs, harnesses, 
erection makers, catheters, enema bags and hoses, arm and 
leg buckle restraints, piss douches, IV stands, 
mummification bags, pure rubber Israeli and Russian 
gasmasks, Japanese nipple clamps, rubber clothes-pins, 
rubber alligators with fierce metal teeth, weights and 
clamps, paddles and straps and cats, and a whole shelf full 
of poppers, lubes, studded condoms, giant SDS dildos and 
full length rubber opera gloves.

I fell to my knees and burst out crying from love and 
gratitude. I knew that He was not particularly "into 
rubber" and used it sparingly usually only in conjunction 
with activities requiring "safe sex." That could only mean 
that this extravagant display, perhaps the finest in the 
country, and certainly among the most expensive, was 
lovingly assembled by Him simply for my benefit.

Emotionally overwhelmed and sexually turned on at such a 
high level, I trembled uncontrollably. When I settled down, 
I noticed that the back wall was only 3/4 as wide as the 
others and that there was another room behind it. I moved 
to the opening and got my first look at "The Back Room." 
This room smelled of poppers, sweat, leather, deep 
intestine and other sex fluids. It wasn't hard to see why. 

In one corner was the most expensive sling on the market, 
hung from the ceiling by dedicated C-bolts. The floor 
beneath it was stained with what appeared to be blood and 
intestinal fluids. Another corner was fitted out with a 
carpenter's "horse" with padding over the top bar and four 
padded chain restraints screwed into the legs. Anyone 
chained down to this device would be absolutely unable to 
resist a severe whipping from the paddles and whips hanging 
behind it. I could only imagine the screams which had been 
generated in this fiendish corner.

The focal point of "The Back Room" though was a custom-made 
European S&M bondage operating room table, the kind used in 
those German kink vids which feature the huge-breasted 
blond domina nurses giving and drinking piss douches. More 
than once I had fantasized about being strapped on one of 
these tables at the mercy of top Euro enema nurses, and 
remembered actually telling the Prof about it in a letter. 
I couldn't resist the temptation and climbed on the table 
and lay back and closed my eyes for a few seconds and 
drifted into fantasy-kink. Drifting... drifting....

Suddenly a powerful hand gloved in rubber covered my mouth 
and pressed my head back into the table and another hand 
grabbed my scrotum in a tight grip. I opened my eyes and 
looked straight up at a woman's dark eyes behind the 
insect-like lenses of an Israeli gasmask. She was dressed 
in a latex cat suit, and at the moment she literally "had 
me by the balls".

"So Daphne, we meet again. What, don't you recognize me? A 
woman you've had dinner with just 6 months ago?"

My mind raced and then clicked in recognition. She saw it 
in my eyes and said "Yes, my husband and I met you and Him 
at the sex show. I was naive then, but not anymore. The 
"dominant female" scenes excited me, and paradoxically my 
husband was excited by the submissive scenes.  I was 
sexually attracted by both of you however. I was confused 
about you though--you bragged of affairs with politicians' 
mistresses yet you were beautifully crossdressed and you 
were the date of a man who was obviously perverted." She 
released my cock but kept her hand over my mouth. 

"When we looked at his dildo display and I saw the HumanB--
which you claimed to have designed--I told my husband that 
I wanted to get one, and that I wanted to take "Domina" 
lessons. My husband's a wimp, but he is rich and loves to 
spoil me. I contacted Ron who sold me some dildos and 
referred me to a professional dominant for lessons. By the 
time I had "graduated," he had bought this house and built 
this dungeon. He invited my husband and me to party with 
him, and I ended up dominating both of them in this room 
just last month.

"When Ron called me to say you were going to visit him, I 
wanted to see you again and find out for myself whether 
you're a real man or just another queer. What about it, 
Daphne, do you want to prove your Manhood to me? You 
certainly look queer enough in that little girl dress."

She was taunting me, challenging me to perform for her even 
though the evening's evidence proved without a doubt that I 
was shamefully queer as a Clinton $3 bill.

Here's how I gave Her my answer: I grabbed her arms and 
pulled her on top of me on the S&M table. She came to her 
knees astride my chest and I could see her labia protrude 
from the crotchless cat suit, and I scooted forward and put 
my tongue on her clitoris. I heard a sharp intake of breath 
from inside the gasmask, and pressing the advantage of 
surprise, I nibbled licked and chewed her labia and clit. 

She arched her back and let her head tilt back as she 
rocked to the rhythm. She tasted and smelled like a woman 
in heat. She got her first orgasm in minutes, but I kept 
going, and She gave me a series of three more only seconds 
apart.

I let Her rest her head against mine, and then gently 
pulled off the gasmask and kissed her pretty face and 
mouth. She licked my lipstick, smeared her tongue, and then 
frenched me as if Her life depended on it. 

I realized that She probably didn't know that dogsperm had 
filled my mouth just an hour earlier.

She reached behind her with one hand and grasped my larger 
than life penis. I said "Yes" and She backed onto it. She 
was so wet no lube was necessary and she melted around me 
and I felt the unparalleled pleasure of penis buried in a 
warm wet willing vagina and felt my glans against her 
cervix and her gasp of pain/pleasure and her mouth sucking 
my tongue and her heavy breathing and my cock exploding 
like a skyrocket in explosive orgasmic waves and 
aftershocks as the O went on and on and my penis swam in 
velvet pools of her sex and my sex. 

"I don't even know your name, but I think I'm in love with 
you," I whispered.

"See if you still feel that way after I get through with 
you," she said wickedly.


"Just exactly why are you here anyway," I languidly asked 
her, "since I thought this sex party was strictly between 
me and Him?" We were still in the bask of afterglow and in 
each other's arms. She propped herself up on one latexed 
elbow.

"I'm here for several reasons. For one thing, Ron was 
curious to see if you would fuck me or not. He knows you're 
queer, but he couldn't tell how queer without tempting you 
with me. I've already told you that I've wanted you since I 
met you."

"Does that mean you let him fuck you too?"

"So far I've screwed him several times, but he hasn't tried 
to fuck me yet. I think he wants to, but I think he's 
afraid of being too queer, or something like that.  Sort of 
what he was testing you for, I guess. You know, Daphne, for 
a nice guy he is majorly fucked-up."

I couldn't argue with that opinion, could I?

I tried to rebuild his tattered reputation anyway. "Has he 
ever told you that we talked about you and your husband 
after you left the show? No? Well we did and I remember him 
telling me that you really turned him on and he envied your 
"straight" husband. I told him your husband couldn't be too 
straight seeing as how he said he was into "pre-War Berlin 
cabaret." I remember Ron laughed and said I was probably 
right but that didn't matter to his gut-feeling that sex 
with you would be really special."

The look in Her eye told me she couldn't tell whether this 
was b.s. or not, but I think she sure wanted to believe it. 
I changed the subject.

"You said you were here for several reasons?"

She grinned and said "Daphne, you may not know it but Ron 
loves you in a peculiar sort of way. Did you know that he 
saved most of your letters to him?

Well he did and he showed some of them to me. At first I 
was shocked.... enema clinics... baby dildo births... 
bondage fistfucking. I mean, really. It was only after my 
training as a dominant was nearly complete that I began to 
understand the sexdrives of highly intelligent, creative 
guys like you and Ron." 

"Daphne, I'm here because he wanted you to have the 
pleasure of being dominated by me and because I know all 
about your special fantasies. The hot sex we just had was 
really just a bonus---my real job is to get you ready for 
His "Alien."

My first reaction to this revelation was to be really mad 
with the Prof for sharing my Most Secret Fetishes with 
anyone including Her, but the longer it soaked into my 
stoned brain the more sense it made.

Isn't this exactly what I had wanted... to be sexually 
dominated and get my brains screwed out by a stranger who 
knew what I really wanted? It also helped that I liked her 
and found her attractive and sure enough sexy. Her candid 
sense of humor about the "menage a trois" aspect of our 
relationship with the Prof was certainly cool. 

Finally, she was a trained dominant with some actual 
experience including Him. What's not to like?

She looked at me expecting an answer. I took her rubber-
gloved hand and put her middle finger in my anus and she 
massaged my prostate and pulled it out covered with semen 
and brought it to my mouth and I sucked it and licked it 
and She had her answer.
		
END OF PART TWO

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Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly 
condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted 
sexual activities described herein. DB

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