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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- PART SEVEN: Sex in the City (CD/cd, CdDom/CD, tg, ped, bdsm, size) Daphne Bishop (1782@wildmail.com) *** Dear Diary, The Prof has done the most generous and selfish thing I've ever encountered-he has adopted Jamie! After their night together, he was never the same again. Lovestruck fool that he was, he used his enormous financial power to manipulate the legal system and adopt Jamie within just two weeks. Of course the "Cat'lics" were glad to be rid of him.... it improved their already enormous P&L statement to have one less mouth to feed.... so they bought into it immediately! And I must admit it seemingly was generous. Jamie was now the "heir" of the Prof, and as such stood to inherit, partially or entirely, his vast fortune. Jamie would instantly vault from penniless orphan.... to wealthy princess.... and would immediately benefit by home tutoring, legions of servants (including yours truly, on occasion), fabulous wardrobes of feminine fashion from around the globe, and most importantly, the unfettered freedom of tranny promiscuity, all sanctioned by the Prof himself! Selfish? Well, hadn't the Prof guaranteed himself years, perhaps a lifetime, of sexual contact with one of the most beautiful trannies ever created? I went to her room to congratulate her on her good fortune and found her fantasying about something and playing with that gorgeous cock of hers.... "Jamie darling, am I intruding?" "Miss D, I was just thinking about you!" (Possibly a lie, but a beautiful and creative one nonetheless....) "Come here and kiss me!" I slipped off my dress and undergarments and climbed in bed with her, and we spent delicious moments frenching and fondling.... and I was delighted to find that she was a much improved kisser. I sucked her nipples and masturbated her for awhile. "I don't know how to thank you Miss D", she said breathlessly. "Call me Darling.... and what do you mean exactly?" "Miss D.... Darling.... you made all of this possible. How can I ever thank you enough?" "All I ever wanted was your happiness." (bit of a stretch there....) "Darling you are the source of my happiness and always will be.... so let's.... let's have real sex now, real sex like Daddy showed me." (oh it's Daddy now is it?) Jamie said "Daddy has been so gentle with me, just like you said he would be." "I knew that he would." "The whole time we have been together, he hasn't gone in more than three inches." "He was afraid of hurting you, darling." "I'm grateful to him for that, Miss D, and what we had was truly beautiful, beyond belief, but I'm afraid...." "Afraid of what, Jamie?" "What I'm afraid of is that someone else may not be as gentle, and I'm afraid that they will hurt me, seeing as I'm so small, you know...?" (Well he was only size 2, remember?) "And you want me to....?" He whispered, "I want you to stretch me, Miss D, so I won't get hurt, and I want to have real sex with you, just like I have dreamed of ever since we met." "Oh Jamie, I'm not sure that is such a good idea." (The devious Kang had programmed a "growth spurt", and I was now a little over 11 inches, and just as thick as before!) "Oh, I couldn't take all of you, I know that, you've got the biggest cock I've ever seen. I just want enough of you to stretch and train me, you know....?" (Am I really hearing this?) "Daddy's in the Lab with Mistress S and someone else, and I'm pretty sure they'll be there all night, judging from what I've seen so far. Please Miss D, don't make me beg....?" (Well, far be it from me to see someone suffer....) We experimented with several positions, and after about half an hour or so, he decided that the "straight cowgirl" was best for him. (Just like S and me in the Rubber Room....) He loved being astride my pelvis, facing me and able to kiss me and suck my nipples. The stretching proved to be quite pleasurable for both of us. He lay face down on my abdomen, and backed onto me a fraction of an inch at a time, always in control of the amount he was getting, and going deeper and deeper. He was tighter than any penis pump I was ever in! Tight, hot and slick.... (hard combination to beat, wouldn't you say?) He kept his eyes closed, and moaned in that littlegirl voice of his every time I broke a deeper part of his cherry. After nearly 30 minutes, we had succeeded in stretching over six inches of his tiny rectum and had arrived at the lower end of his sigmoid. "Oh God! Miss D my ass is so crammed! It hurts.... ooooohh!" "We'll rest now, Darling...." We stayed in this most intimate of embraces until his heavy breathing subsided. After a few minutes, he had begun to accommodate and adjust to my massive cock stretching him to the bursting point. I told Jamie that I was ready to train him, and the beautiful tranny nodded okay. "Gently move back and forth on me.... don't come all the way out.... let yourself relax around me." He began to gently fuck himself, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, moaning and gasping as he got used to the fantastic sensation of being reamed. Seeing his ecstatic face and his erotic response from close range was one of the singular moments of my life! When the first signs of semen begin to ooze and drip from his tip, I said, "Jamie darling you're about to cum! Sit straight up on me!" He did and my glans penetrated his sigmoid, and Jamie screamed and began to spurt without being touched! He bathed my hair, face and breasts with 10 continuous streams, and then I started coming and he could feel me coming, and he had five teeth-clenching "dry spurts", and we screamed and squealed together in "simulgasm" until he finally collapsed onto my chest and was soon fast asleep, and I pulled the covers over us, and we slept in each other's sweet embrace.... * On the way back to the city the next morning, I must admit that I felt really proud of the way I had trained Jamie, and how my overall facilitations had changed their lives forever. (The Prof wasn't kidding about Jamie's newly purchased freedom. Some months later he showed me an incredible photo that he had made with his longest telephoto lens. It was the secret sex shack, and it was completely surrounded by priests who were all peeking through the windows at Jamie in full tran regalia taking on six of the "cutest boys over there". Maybe trannies really do have more fun!) And speaking of facilitating, I forgot to mention that the Mistress invited me to go into business together, and we are now partners! I moved into her penthouse apartment on Russian Hill, and took the limo each morning to our office on Union Street where I learned all about the ins and outs of the dirty business of professional facilitation. One of the first acts of our partnership endeared her forever to me. She refunded $10,000 of the money that I had paid her! (She did keep her $5000 personal services fee, however.) It turned out that Cancer Man was one of her regular toilet slave clients. All she had to do was merely threaten to cut him off from his weekly humiliation sessions, and he caved immediately on the issue of the Prof's continued captivity. (Just another chickenshit with a badge and a big revolver after all!) I gratefully used the $10,000 refund for the major boob job that I had wanted for so long, and the balance for a botox facelift and other minor cosmetic surgery. * The Mistress listened quietly as I recapitulated my unexpected session of stretching and training Jamie, and then spending the night with her. I didn't go into too much detail, choosing instead to merely cover the basics of what happened between us. "I think you did what either of us would have done under the circumstances. Given Ron's slacker sensibilities and Jamie's inquisitiveness...we both know what a schemer she is...and the hundreds of choice cocks just next door, it is only a matter of time until she sneaks out for a sex party. God only knows how much damage she could have suffered from those horny teenage boys and their stiff thrusting cocks. Of course, I presume you took no personal pleasure in the matter." I said, "Not in the slightest. It was a dirty job, but somebody had to do it." One of the more interesting aspects of our relationship was our ability to understand each other's codes. Her question, for example, told me that there was an edge of jealousy there, and my answer told her that I understood and wished to spare her feelings by lying about it. We were standing in my bedroom as we talked, and I began unpacking my overnight case. The Mistress closed the door, leaned against it, and let her peignoir slip off her shoulders onto the carpet. She was blonde for a change and in maribou heels, silk stockings, and a fabulous Victoria's Secret "Merry Widow" corset in pale blue. She looked wonderful. Our business relationship was one thing, and our personal sex life together something entirely different. She certainly was a highly talented dominatrix, as she had proved on our very first night together. But as our feelings for each other deepened, she opened up to me in a richly complex fashion. She began to permit me the honor of fucking her, a privilege only a handful had previously enjoyed. She had turned full-time tranny in her mid-20's, but sexually had been a dominating top since adolescence. Incredibly, she had almost no experience as a bottom, therefore it fell to me to be the one to introduce her to the pleasures of it. "Do you remember our first night together, when I hosed you with the footlong?" .... Long pause.... (She is looking at the pointed toes of her high heels).... Looking straight up at me me, she said, "Well, that's what I want, but this time I want it to be you who is hosing me!" I quickly slipped on the Baby Doll from last night. We joined hands and sat on edge of the bed. "Oh, Darling, I don't think that's a good idea." The most she had voluntarily taken up to now was only six inches, only 1/2 my length.... "Daphne, I'm in love with you! I cannot bear the thought of someone else giving you more than I can. I don't care what the risk, I want all of you in every way!" "Oh darling, it's too dangerous to you. I can't do it!" I gripped her hands even tighter.... "You can and you will. This is my decision, not yours. You underestimate me if you think I have not thought this through completely." (yeah, whatever....) "Do you see the name and number written on that post-it on the phone? The top colon surgeon in San Francisco.... I'm probably her best client.... I have referred dozens of perforations to her .... She owes me!.... She is standing by, and if something goes wrong, call her and she will tell you which hospital to take me to." "This is crazy!" "That's what our friend said about you, isn't it?" (What could I say?) "Here's how we'll do it. You will tie me to your bed, and then force it into me. As you know, I can't voluntarily take more than about six inches, so there really isn't any other choice, is there?" We quickly stripped the sheets off my bed, and I spread towels over the end of the mattress, and on the floor underneath. She lay face down from the end of the mattress, and I restrained each high heeled ankle against the outside edges with restraints from previous sessions. I pulled her wrists together behind her back and roped her arms and breasts "bulldogging" style. "Are you really sure? Once I start, there is no turning back. No green-yellow-red safe-sex bullshit! Do you understand what I'm saying?" She shuddered violently and screamed, "Just get on with it! FUCK ME!" I left her there to think about what she had become, and went into my bathroom and slipped off the BabyDoll panties, and then went back to her. "I'm going to gag you with these panties. I've had them on for two days...with any luck you'll taste a bit of Jamie there too...and, oh, I peed on them just a minute ago because I don't want you to get dehydrated, you slut." The bitch clamped her teeth tightly and refused my gag. I was furious and grabbed her nostrils and pinched tightly. Seconds later she couldn't breathe and panicked and opened her mouth only to have me cram the wadded panties into her screaming mouth. I secured the gag with "invisible" masking tape which I tautly pulled over her mouth and cheeks. The great Mistress was now a total slave and under my complete control! Ordinarily I would have whipped her ass with one of her own heavy leather straps (just to reinforce her submissive emotions), but I decided that she was there already. I lubed us thoroughly and got down to business. The first six inches went in smoothly, and she moaned appropriately. I tentatively pressed in a little, and reached the entry portal to her sigmoid (which was even more sharply s-curved than my own). A violent thrust would destroy her, and I certainly didn't want that. (After all, it's not every day that you get to screw your business partner, is it?) Kang had taught me a lot about the intricacies of monster penis penetration of the sigmoid, and it was time now to put that working knowledge to use. The new slave was trembling violently as I twisted my remaining six inches and began ever so slowly to force my way up and in. I reached around her right thigh and found her cock and began fondling it (so important for the sub to associate colon pain with penile pleasure, wouldn't you agree?). She screamed continuously into her panty gag as her intestine was stretched by the biggest thing she had ever felt! The sensation running through my own glans was indescribable as I felt her hot tube begin to straighten under my onslaught. All track of time disappeared as I gave my love her heart's desire.... Looking down I could see that 10 of my 11+ were in, and decided on the spur of the moment to teach her who really had the power in our relationship. I grabbed her shoulders and jerked her body toward me just as I bucked like a stallion! Her head thrashed violently from side to side, as she screamed into her gag with all her might. God help me but I just couldn't stop myself. I started raping her! I pulled seven inches out, and then brutally jammed all seven right back in to the hilt. Pumping just as fast as the Rhodesians had pumped me, I gave my slave the reamout of the century! Sobbing and shrieking, she looked over her shoulder at me, and her beautiful green eyes were wild and crazed, and tears flooded from them, but no mercy was given.... * (I must digress for a moment. It must described in technical terms what Kang had changed about my sexuality. The average guy ejaculates about 9 cc's in six or seven spurts, maybe once or twice a week, right? Well, the "new" Daphne could ejaculate 10 times as much semen each time, and four times every day! Or 400 cc's all at once, or any combination in between! I was horny all the time. Can you imagine it? Each ejaculation took at least 20 spurts, and the orgasmic pleasure was even greater than I had been capable of before the involuntary surgery. (And I was a screamer even then....) * I've always said that there's nothing like a sexy sub in helpless bondage taking every last inch of a footlong to bring one to an undeniable climactic state. My subconscious told my libido to give her all 400 cc's in 20 unbelievable spasms.... * I carefully checked myself and her for signs of fresh blood and was surprised and gratified to find only the traces of tissue-blood one would expect after such a brutal assault. (Sorry, Doctor!) She was sobbing face down to the mattress, and I went to the side of the bed and gently sat beside her and stroked her hair. I turned her head towards me and saw that her beautiful face was a mess of tears, snot and drool, and I wiped the snot off her nose. With my other hand I reached back on the mattress and covered my fingers with the slime I could feel there. I smeared the slime across her nostrils. "You came while I was fucking you. I'm sure you didn't even know it. Recognize the smell of your own cum?" She closed her eyes and shuddered. I got off the mattress, looked down at her and said, "I'm going to fix myself a drink and make a couple of phone calls. When I get back, I'm going to whip your ass severely with your leather straps, and I'm going to crush your nipples with the metal alligators...." "And then darling, because you may never permit me to do this again, and I have you exactly where I want you, I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from sistah, I'm going to fist you up to my elbow!" As I closed the bedroom door, I could hear her terrified screams into her panty gag. (you didn't know Daphne could be so cruel, did you?) Modesty and Her privacy (what's left of it) prevent me from going into the details of the all-night episodes of spanking, whipping, nipple clamping, raping, fisting, and other abuses that I subjected Her to, but knowing me as you do, I'm content to leave it to your hyper- ventilated imagination.... * While my new slave was recuperating, I took command of our business, and soon had generated a backlog of corporate and governmental (two Presidential candidates!) dirty facilitations which would keep us busy for at least six months. Dear Diary, I am so, so sorry, but facilitator/client privilege prevents me from telling you about these most provocative cases, but I am determined to find a way to somehow describe these unforgettable adventures. (a future Diary perhaps...) * Remember the strawberry blond receptionist? She, "a real she", had told the Mistress that Jamie had "hit" on her during our first visit, so I arranged for Monique to spend one weekend a month "shacking up" with Jamie. All of us thought it prudent to give Jamie a "balanced" view of the sexes, and as it worked out, was perfectly acceptable to both of them. I was in my corner window office, and decided to check my e-mail. I'm not sure exactly what prompted me, but I checked a "private" e-mail that I used only occasionally. Well, my, my, you've got mail! After deleting the typical "date-rape-invite" messages (usually from the Canadians), I found one message that was a couple of weeks old....sender unidentified, and only addressed to DAFFNEE. (Oh my God!) I clicked it open, and sure enough, it was written in Denebian! I picked up the phone and called the Prof at his estate and told him that Kang had e-mailed me, but in Denebian, and the Prof told me to forward it to his e-mail and he would translate it. After what seemed an eternity, but was actually only about half an hour, He called me and told me what Kang had sent me. "Daphne, Kang sent you this message just as their ship left our solar system and went to warp speed, "quote": "My darling Daphne, with greatest affection, send you this from me before lost is radio contact. Well is our son and also twin of his. Trusting is Kang that new equipment of yours is performing and surprising maybe even to dearest Daphne. Telling surprise to Kang is sensor readings studying have I been, sensors of Kang surgery of you. Scientifically Kang not know exactly how, but regeneration chamber readings show conclusively that combination of Kang ejaculate and regeneration in portable chamber give now Daphne unusual medical properties. Sensors say Daphne now has complete immunity to all STD's, killer retroviruses included. (Jesus!!) Further sensors say that ejaculation by Daphne into any human colon immunity will give to that human, but immunity cannot be further given by that human. Only Daphne can give the STD immunity. Not why Ronn, ask you? Puzzled Kang was also until realize that necessary it not was to amputate organs of him, so not need regeneration chamber, right? Chamber is synergistic key to mind of Kang. You only human ever to be there. Deeply think on subject, then Kang realize that Daphne in great danger. Must not tell anyone, stress Anyone, that Daphne has this power! On Earth long enough Kang was to know that if secret of Daphne revealed, multinational corporations and greedy governments will kidnap Daphne and harvest her organs in vain attempt to discover immunity secret. Not even Kang know how it happened. Goodbye my greatest and dearest love...." Miles apart, the Prof and I hit our "delete" keys simultaneously! "Daphne get out here as fast as you can! I'm heading for the E room!" He hung up the phone. * And so Dear Reader, I have chosen to share this incredible secret with you. Dangerous? Perhaps, but something tells me that I can trust you completely.... after all, you came through 7 chapters to get here, didn't you? So far I have immunized Jamie, the Mistress, the Prof, S, Monique and her half sister, and some of my closest friends, including Freedom, Trent, Ben, Kelly, and Sarah, both Tori's, both Michelle's, and a few others who know who they are.... Would you like to be immunized against all STD's, too? Are you willing to be penetrated by a beautiful blonde tranny with major boobs and almost a foot of cock? You will be thrilled to know that I have decided to give the immunity to anyone who has read my complete Diary, and that means you, doesn't it? You know where I am....all you have to do is make contact.... I'm 24/7/365, remember? Come to me darling.... don't be afraid.... come to Daphne.... END OF PART SEVEN Author's note: Nobody in their right mind could possibly condone most of the unsafe, unprotected, and perverted sexual activities described herein. 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