Sticker Shock Music

She padded softly into the bedroom. She was fresh and vibrant from her shower and smelt faintly of soap. She slowly unwrapped the towel turban from her hair and patted it until it was dry enough to stop dripping. As she walked over to the drawer to fetch a comb she saw him. He was curled up in a deep sleep on the bed. She combed her hair through and loosely tied it back and looked back towards him. She knelt at the side of the bed and ran her hand softly over his hair. She bent to kiss his cheek and he murmured sleepily and stretched onto his back not opening his eyes. He smelt faintly of sleep and she tousled his hair again. She knelt astride him and kissed his mouth and then softly kissed down his neck, kissing all around his Adams apple and then down towards his chest. As she kissed her way down his chest she undid the buttons of his top as she went. On reaching the waistband of his shorts she opened his top and kissed each of his nipples in turn and ruffled his light covering of chest hair. She suddenly felt a great wave of desire for him and she covered his face neck and chest with rough kisses and he stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes and smiled at her, wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her closer towards him.
He kissed her gently and then began exploring her lips with his tongue, gently parting them and finding her tongue with his. He pulled away and softly kissed her and gently rolled her onto her back. He deftly untied her dressing gown and gently kissed down her neck and chest like she had done to him, slowly parting her dressing gown as he moved down her body. She felt tingles of pleasure through her as he ran his hands back up her body under her dressing gown finding her nipples. He gently rubbed them just lightly brushing against them until they started to get hard. He pulled open her dressing gown and took a nipple into his mouth gently licking the tip and then sucking it in further. He withdrew his mouth slightly and blew cool breath across the nipple make it stand up hard. She sighed with pleasure and he moved to the other nipple, this time covering it completely with his mouth and blowing hot air down on it then taking it between his teeth and very gently nibbling her until she became hard.
He then lowered himself down on top of her, looping his hands behind her and holding her in a big bear hug. She moved her hands down his back and down inside his shorts to feel his bum. As she groped and pinched it he laughed and turned her back over pinning her down with one hand and ripping open her dressing gown with the other. Somehow he managed to completely remove it and throw it on the floor before she had time to recover herself. In order to get even she ripped of his top and began to pull off his shorts. He pretended to struggle but was really pleased for the opportunity to show her how erect he was. He knew that she could never resist an erect cock. As soon as she saw it she was down on it. She had it in her mouth and was sucking and licking it for all she was worth. They both began to moan with pleasure and she shuffled around so that her knees were either side of his face. He didn’t need any instructions from her and began to gently stroke her pussy lips with his finger through her damp lacy knickers. He moved up towards her clitoris and then moved his mouth over her knickers and began blowing hot air over her. He then began to probe his tongue through the lacy holes but once he tasted her, he could resist no longer and pulled her knickers to the side in order that he could slide his tongue right inside her wet pussy. She murmured with pleasure her moans almost inaudible for the swelling cock inside her mouth. She began to writhe with pleasure as he began to rub her clitoris with his finger and he then swapped his tongue and finger over and probed his finger into her pussy and his tongue onto her clitoris. Her pussy was wet and sticky and his finger was sucked inside it. She wriggled it further inside her and as he licked her clitoris, moving his tongue gently back and forth over it.
She moaned loudly and began to pump furiously up and down on his cock. She was stroking his balls with one hand and rubbing his cock up and down with the other gently licking over his bell end and greedily sucking every bit of pre-come that appeared. As she gently ran her fingers down his balls towards his G-spot she felt them swell and she knew he was near to coming so she stopped completely and lifted herself off. She didn’t want things to end this quickly. He took advantage of her as she was wriggling round to hold tightly onto her knickers and slide them down her legs while she was distracted. She turned herself around and knelt over him again kissing his chest and lips. She then knelt back and began to play with her clitoris rubbing her fingers over it as only she knew how and then feeling her swollen pussy lips she plunged three fingers deep inside herself and moaned with pleasure. With her other hand she wanked his cock vigorously until he was hard enough to slide inside her. Then she knelt over him and slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. Sliding slowly so that he could totally enjoy the feeling of entering her warm wet body. As he filled her they both let out a moan of pleasure and she rolled forwards kissing his face while he got used to the feeling of her tight pussy around his cock. He slowly began to slide in and out of her, gripping onto her smooth arse and building up some rhythm. She got used to the rhythm and began to pump too and they gently rocked together. He then began to speed up his thrusts pulling out further and sliding in deeper and moving faster and faster. She began to moan with pleasure and sat up in order that she could rub her clitoris while he pumped deep inside her. She bounced on his cock and then rubbed herself backwards and forwards all the time rubbing her clitoris with her fingers. She felt her orgasm building again and took his hands and placed them on her nipples. She quickly rubbed her clitoris again and while she thrust on his cock, he took her nipples between his fingers and pinched them and rubbed them until she came with a loud moan. Her whole body seemed to shudder and he felt come run all over his cock and down his balls.
She collapsed on top of him and he quickly took advantage and slipped out of her pushing her up onto her hands and knees. He somehow managed to crawl from underneath her and knelt behind her. It didn’t take him long to wank his cock back into life and he slipped into her pussy from behind. He started thrusting hard straight away and his cock swelled up inside her dripping hole. She murmured contentedly and as his thrusts got harder she began to moan loudly. The curve of his cock just brushed against her G-spot when he took her from behind and every time he thrusted into her it sent a wave of pleasure right through her body. She quickly moved her fingers back to her clitoris and rubbed frantically as he built up even more momentum. She felt her orgasm building again and began to scream with pleasure. She was totally out of control now and had to come as soon as possible. So she rubbed more and more and he pumped as fast as he could to pleasure her and suddenly with one loud moan, a wave of orgasm shuddered right through her followed by another and another. He kept pumping through her orgasm and she was still rubbing herself as she came and came. Eventually she faded down onto the bed with her arse still up in the air. His swollen cock was still inside her and he gripped her hips hard and pumped inside her as fast as he could. He started moaning then, as he wanted to come, so she quickly recovered herself and lifted back up for him. She soon picked up his rhythm and pumped back towards him as he thrusted inside her. She reached behind her and began to softly run her fingers over his swollen balls. She ran her fingers over them as best she could while they moved backwards and forwards so fast, and he moaned appreciatively. She then found his G-spot and concentrated on rubbing it gently until she felt his cock and balls harden. As he spurted his come inside her she tightened her pussy around his cock and rubbed her fingers all over his balls squeezing them gently as if to drain every drop of come from them.
He then collapsed down on top of her and she held him closely and let him suck her nipples. As he sucked she played with her clitoris sliding her fingers inside herself. She reached into the drawer by the bed and took out her vibrator and began to buzz it along her pussy lips and plunged it deep inside her. She then slid it out, glistening and wet, and ran it up and down her clitoris and then inside her again until she came again, moaning and shuddering.

“You’re at work more than at home. Phil, you need to get some time off, So just the two of us can be together,” she told her husband, when he called to tell her he had to work overtime again.
“I plan on making it all up to you. Real soon,” Phil responded hanging up the phone.
She sounded so upset on the phone, Phil thought. I will have to think of some way I can make up working overtime. It’s not like I want to work all the time. I don’t have a choice. We need the money. I’ll have to make sure I do something really special for her.
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Phil closed the door behind him without a sound. He quietly locked the door to make sure he would not be disturbed. This was private time. He stared at her body lying beneath a thin sheet that outlined her beautiful figure. Sexual hunger controlled his body now, and he licked his lips in anticipation of satisfying his appetite.
Slowly, Phil undressed his layers of clothing, allowing them to pile at his feet. His eyes stayed fixed on his pretty woman under the sheet. Once undressed he walked to her, thinking of the pleasure a few steps away. Phil gently removed the sheet covering her body, and laid a bottle of KY warming gel from his hand next to her. Phil stood admiring her naked body for a moment before disturbing her rest.
Phil started at her feet. Gently massaging their underside, he was aroused by their smoothness. As his hands worked slowly to the ankles, his mouth lowered to kiss her toes. He noticed the bright pink toenail polish as he put a toe in his mouth. He knew his taste buds were playing tricks, but Phil thought her toes tasted like the cotton candy color on her toenails.
He slowly massaged up her legs, while his mouth followed closely behind. So smooth, she must have shaved just hours before. How did I get so lucky?
Phil pictured goose bumps popping up on her skin from the cool air surrounding her flesh, recently exposed from him removing the sheet. Phil gently blew hot air on her before placing sweet kisses up her ankles and calves.
Phil continued to think of how lucky he was to have such a perfect woman, as he massaged her thighs and spread her legs ever so slightly. His kisses moved toward the white of her tan line, and he thought, how sweet, she shaved everything just for me.
Phil’s tongue slipped from his lips and licked once up her labia and over her clit. He moved slowly, but never paused as he continued licking to her pierced navel. Taking the chained charm in his mouth, he sucked ever so slightly while his tongue explored her bellybutton. Phil’s hands had made their way to her bosom now, and his thumbs rubbed on her nipples, while the other eight fingers caressed her perfect b-cup sized breasts.
His speed increased as an overwhelming sexual hunger pumped more blood into his already erect organ. The excitement was almost painful, and even though Phil desired to go slow, his lower body pushed him to speed up.
His mouth arrived to her nipples, and before placing one in his mouth, he glanced up to see her eyes still closed. He thought of how she seemed to be sleeping, but he knew she was not. He bit and sucked teasingly on her right nipple, while his fingers pinched her left.
Phil’s heart rate and breathing grew faster, as he moved his lips to her neck. His nostrils inhaled faint traces of the perfume she had worn that day. His erection rubbed against her smooth legs as his teeth scraped her neck. So perfect. How did I get lucky enough to make love to this perfect woman?
He could contain his excitement no more. He nibbled her earlobe as he told her, “I want to feel myself inside you. Now!”
He quickly moved off her and grabbed her feet. In a quick motion he pulled her from lying on her back. Spreading her feet on the floor, Phil quickly greased his erection with a fistful of KY. Holding her waist with one hand, he guided his organ into her waiting folds.
Her body was relaxed, and he entered her easily. The hand that guided him in, now free, moved to grab the other side of her waist. He looked down to watch himself move in and out of the beautiful woman beneath him. Her buttocks were perfectly rounded and padded his thrusts nicely.
Phil could contain himself no longer. His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her into his final thrust. Phil moaned with pleasure as he exploded, and his hands lost their grip.
Gravity pulled her away, and Phil felt himself leave her body as she fell from the edge of the table to the ground. Phil barely managed to catch himself before joining her on the floor. He smiled at the woman on the floor, his sexual thirst quenched for the moment.
“It’s a shame you’re going to be buried tomorrow,” he told her.
Finding such a young, scarless body was rare at the morgue, and he wished his wife understood that he couldn’t resist working overtime. It was Phil’s job to clean the women brought to the mortuary, and he took pride in laying them to rest.

I’m laying here (half sitting, really), with a warm breeze passing through the apartment, and a cool fan helping it along. The long blue skirt buttons at my waist, but falls open. It’s loosely wrapped about my legs, though it clings just a little in the heat, and moves gently under the caress of the wind.
The wind created by the fan cools the warm skin along my stomach, and sometimes, when it blows just right, it gives me goosebumps, and the skin around my belly button tightens just a little, and my breasts grow firm with a tingle.
The light is dim, and the soft scent of incense drifts in the air. I smile to myself as I feel the wind pushing my hair back from my face, and I imagine that it’s the sweet caress of your hand along my cheek. I can close my eyes and imagine, and it brings you so close. Do you know what fiery thoughts you inspire me to? Would you like to know?….
… I must have dozed a little in the languid evening heat. Dimly I hear the door closing, as though from far away. You’ve come home. With a happy sigh, I roll onto my back, but drift again as I hear you move about in the other room. The chink of ice as you pour yourself a cold drink to ease the heat. The tap of computer keys as you leave me to doze. And I feel the tug of sleep even as my mind tells me to get up. I had been reading, and my book had fallen to the side. But the pull of sleep is too strong, and I succumb.
You get up, and peer into the dim room. You admire the shadowy figure of the half-dressed woman lying on the bed before you. “My woman,” you think, with a smile. The skirt she wears has fallen open enough for you to realize that it’s all she’s wearing. You admire her breasts lying flat and beautiful. You take in the curve of her waist. you feel that familiar stirring deep in your abdomen. Your fingers itch to draw the curve of her hips. Your lips long to pull at her nipples - to feel them change and grow rigid in your mouth. Your tongue can almost taste her.
Should you disturb her sleep? Her face is so soft, in slumber. A slight smile on her lips. The worries of the day are gone. But you cannot resist. You know just what to do. But first, you must make sure she’s really asleep.
“Mel…,” you whisper softly, “are you awake?” She stirs a little and sighs, but does not answer. Her breathing is deep and regular. Perfect.
The bindings are already in place. I’m a little startled at that, I didn’t know you’d put them there. Despite the quick surge of excitement in my stomach, I work to keep my breathing regular. The half-sleep that I’m caught in enhances my excitement, and my imagination. You gently take my right hand and bring it up to the corner of the bed. There, a leather shackle awaits, and you carefully trap my wrist so as not to wake me. But, it must be tight. I’ve escaped on you before, but this evening, that’s not in the plan. Next, the left wrist, and my ankles. Still wearing the long blue skirt, I lay open and helpless before you, feigning sleep, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.
You bend close to my ear, and take my earlobe between your teeth, nibbling for a moment before whispering my name. “Mel,” you whisper, “wake up.” A small groan - the struggle between sleep and consciousness. “Mel,” you whisper again as your fingers stroke my neck, sending shivers down my back, and making the breath catch in my throat, “time to wake up.” My arms pull down, but are stopped. I gasp, a little, and open my eyes. About to speak, but you smile - that dangerous “I’m in the mood to play, and you’re my toy” smile, and you put your hand over my mouth. “Shhh. Not a word. Just do what you’re told like a good girl, and everything will be fine. Do you understand?” I nod. “Good.” and you take your hand away.
“Now,” you say as your fingers roam my body, sending shivers and chills that are only magnified by the excitement of what may follow, “we’re going to play a little game. It’s called ‘pleasure for pain’.” My heart skips a beat. This is a new one. Fear adds it’s wispy tendrils to the caress of your fingers, and my eyes gaze into your face, and wait.
You hear the change in the woman’s breathing as you name your game. You sense her fear, but know also her willingness. The combination excites you even more. This woman is entirely at your mercy, and soon you’ll have her gasping and writhing beneath you. Soon you’ll have her begging for more or crying “don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Soon, she will be willing to obey your every command for a taste of what your fingers and tongue can make her feel.
With the thought comes a nearly overwhelming urge to mount her right now, and plunge yourself deep inside her hot, moist, and oh-so-delicious depths. But you resist the urge. Instead, you begin to explain your game, and as you do, you feel her excitement build. You feel her begin to tremble beneath your touch.
“For every pleasure you receive,” you explain, “you must accept a pain. The pain and the pleasure are my choices. You have no say. You are allowed only to feel. The greater the pleasure, the greater the pain. Do you understand?” I nod. “Do you accept these terms?” I hesitate, unable to read the expression on your face. Knowing that I can trust you, but sensing a certain ruthlessness in your gaze. How far will you go? Finally, I nod. “Say it out loud!” you command. And a whispered yes passes through my lips. “Louder.” “Yes.” I commit, as I realize that the pain you speak of includes the physical, but is by no means limited to it.
As your gentle hand caresses my cheek, and pushes the hair behind my ear, I sigh. But suddenly that gently hand reaches behind my head, and grasping my hair tightly, you roughly pull back my head. An involuntary gasp escapes my lips, and you smile, coldly. And you lean down towards my face, and with your lips so very close to mine, and my head still caught in your strong grip, you whisper “shall we begin?” I feel your breath on my lips, and I silently will you to lean a little closer so that I can feel the brush of your lips on mine. But you hover there a moment longer, and then move a little lower, to my neck, and I gasp again at the heat of your tongue on my throat.
Your tongue and your lips work their way around my throat, my neck, my ears. Each moment makes me yearn even more strongly for their silky touch. Each lick produces stronger shivers, and I lose track of the world around me. It feels like it will never end, and I forget my recently made promise and lose myself in the sweet and gentle caress of your mouth. But I don’t forget for long. Just as a contented sigh escapes my lips I feel your teeth bite into an earlobe, and I gasp. This was no lover’s nibble, and though I fully understand what of myself I’ve committed to you, the fear comes flooding back. I know we’ve just begun.
You watch her body relax as you patiently heighten her senses. First you watch the tension in her face disappear. A smile starts to play on her lips. Her shoulders let go, and she starts to move her head to allow you easy access to her neck. Her skin is smooth under your tongue, and you continue your sucking caresses until her breathing starts to speed up, and suddenly you hear a low moan, and you know you’ve made her ready to begin. You smile with satisfaction as she gasps with the sudden sting of your teeth. You smile partly because that small gasp sends shivers through you, but also because you know what is to come.
“With every pleasure, comes a pain,” you remind her. Her response is a small whimper, but she keeps her eyes closed, and waits. “Open your eyes.” She looks into your face. In her gaze you see devotion, and pleading. Already. Another shiver goes through you. She seems so naive. It will be a pleasure to train her to your will.
As I look into your eyes, you lift your hand and slowly - agonizingly slowly - draw your fingers from my elbow, down my bound arm, along the side of my breast (pausing there, because you know that drives me wild), and down along my waist. And I ache for those fingers to keep moving down, to touch me. God, I could cum right now. But I know that it’s wishful thinking, and the look in your eyes confirms it. Instead your fingers trail up my flat stomach and cup my breast. Squeezing gently, but gradually increasing the pressure, harder and harder. My breath becomes ragged, but I hold your gaze. My lips part and I groan, but you do not ease the pressure. Instead your other hand reaches towards my other breast, and you take my nipple between your fingers. You start gently, rolling it back and forth until it becomes rigid in under your touch. Then you squeeze more tightly, and more tightly still.
And I gasp as you lean down and take the other nipple in you mouth, your hand still cupping (and squeezing) my breast. My head spins, and my senses are confused. You listen to the moans you cause, and again you fight the urge to take me. As you suck, and squeeze, and bite, I strain against the bonds that hold me down. I want so badly to feel you. To grab your hair in my fingers. To pull your head away from my tortured breasts (and yet to push it forward, harder). But there is no escape.
You lift your head. “Stop struggling.” you command. And I do, but it’s difficult. But suddenly you move away, and I feel your hand roughly grip my chin. I open my eyes as you turn my head - none too gently - to look at you. “It would seem you need a lesson in manners.” you state. And I swallow, not sure what you mean. Not sure what I have done to displease you. Nervous at this sudden turn of events. “Obedience alone is not enough.” you explain. “You must be happy, - no, eager, to obey and to please me. Therefore, each time I give you a command, you must acknowledge it. You will answer me with a yes or a no. But beware if you say no to me. There WILL be consequences. Do you understand?”
I swallow again, and feel an thrill run through me as I whisper “Yes.”
“I’m not sure you do.” You reply. “And I want to make sure this lesson sticks.” Suddenly I’m aware of a wetness between my legs, and I realize how your words have effected me. I gaze at your body - you’re still wearing your jeans, but I see you bulging with desire for me, and I feel a throbbing in my cunt. Suddenly I want nothing more than to feel you plunging deep and hard inside of me. As I imagine your cock hammering into my body, and your lips grazing my nipples (a shudder runs through me), you unbind me and say “Turn over.” I do, but so caught up in my fantasy, I forget to speak. You re-bind my wrists and my ankles are rebound too, but instead of the shackles, I feel the weight of a spacer between my feet, forcing my legs apart, and exposing me to you utterly.
“It would seem I was right,” you state, “you haven’t understood.” And I groan as I realize my mistake. “I’m sorry.” I say, “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Please….” But you’re not interested (or maybe you are?) in my pleading. “Shut up.” you move away, out of my line of sight, and I know you’re gathering tools, “You’re right, though. It won’t happen again. Now close your eyes.” The last thing I see is your back towards me. With a bizaar mixture of dread and anticipation, I close my eyes.
You bring the tools that you’ve gathered to the bedside. You look at her naked body, splayed helplessly before you. She is utterly at your mercy, and this thrills you. You blindfold her, and think how incredible she looks with her sight stolen away by that scrap of cloth. but you don’t tell her - not this time. This time, she must learn a lesson. Her breathing changes the instant you tie the blindfold, and you suppress a groan. YOU do this to her, and the power is intoxicating.
You reach between her legs - forced apart by you, for you. You feel her juices. She is so wet. You gently and slowly stroke her pussy. You feel her squirm beneath your hand - trying to guide your fingers to those special spots which you avoid deliberately. You feel her pushing against your hand, her breath coming faster. Now, every so often you let your finger brush just so, and she groans. You feel her need build, and yours builds with it. She is swollen with her desire - her need to release, and just as you know she’s reaching that edge, you withdraw your hand. “No,” she whispers “please, don’t stop.” “You are not in any position to be making requests, beautiful. You are here right now for one reason alone: to please me. Right now it pleases me to teach you a lesson.” “Yes.” The word comes out as a moan. “Good, you’re learning.” And without warning you plunge two fingers deep into her wet cunt.
I cry out as I feel your fingers penetrate into me. I am so close to blessed release I can almost taste it, but you pull out just before I cum, and tears of frustration pool in my eyes. You bend over me, and I feel your hot breath along my ear. “This is your punishment, and no matter what I do, and no matter what you feel you must follow two rules. The first: Do not cum. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “The second: do not make a sound. Not a whimper, not a groan, not a single word until I give you permission. Do you understand?” “Yes.” “Good.”
I gasp as something cold pours between the cheeks of my ass. And as your fingers reach between and start to slowly spread the fluid, I realize that it’s lubricant. I feel my body tense as I realize just what it is you’re doing. I’d always had one rule: nothing anal. But for tonight, I’d agreed. No rules. I promised to play it your way. I promised to submit. And now I’m afraid, and I pull on the bonds that hold my arms, and try to turn my body over - fighting the spacer between my ankles. And half sobbing, I whisper “no.”
You reach up and grab the hair at the back of my head in a tight fist, and you pull my head back. I can’t move, and I feel the blindfold press against my eyes, and my wrists strain against the shackles, and I feel your breath against my cheek as you pull me roughly into your chest. “Right now, you are my slave.” You hiss, “Your body is mine, and you have no say over what I do to it. Your only task is to obey. I have only asked two things of you, and already you have disobeyed me in the first. Because of that little oversight on your part, your punishment just doubled.”
I feel my juices stream down my leg. Fear grips my stomach, but lust overcomes my spirit. I stop struggling, and you let my head drop down to the mattress. I feel my cunt pulse with excitement, as your fingers resume their exploration of my ass. Slowly, one finger forces its way into my tight hole, and, oh my god, I almost cum right then, but there’s no way I’m going to displease you again, and I hold back.
You start to move your finger inside of me, and I find myself pushing back, wanting more. But suddenly you take your hand away, and chuckle. “You are a slut, aren’t you?” you ask, “One second throwing a fit, and whimpering “no, no,” the next minute you’re taking it all in. Being butt-fucked and it could make you cum. Let’s see how you like this.”
Again I feel pressure at my anus. This time, I know, it’s not your finger. I’m penetrated, and again, I have a hard time fighting back an orgasm. I feel like I’ll explode. My head is spinning, my body is on fire, and I almost beg for release. And then, it starts to vibrate. I can barely control my breathing. It takes everything in me to hold back.
You must know how close I am. How fragile my control (control??) is, but nevertheless I suddenly feel your fingers slide along my clit. I choke back a gasp. Tears leak from my eyes. Please, I think, please let me go. Please let me let go. Oh, god, I don’t know how long I can hold on.
You take her swollen clit between your fingers and you squeeze, hard. You feel her shudder, and watch her squirm. You know she’s on the edge, but it’s not quite time yet, and you withdraw your hand. But the vibrations of the plug you inserted will continue. You bring your fingers to her lips, and her tongue flicks out to taste her own juices. You lean over and your lips trap your fingers between your mouths, and as your tongue twines around her mouth you share the sweet juice of her pussy.
But it’s not enough for you. You want her, so badly, but you want to taste her first. You shudder as your tongue makes its first pass up along the smooth crease. You groan as you feel her trembling beneath you. You take her clit between your lips and suck the juices away, and as you suck you press your tongue against her and groan again, as she shudders. Before pulling away you bite down on her, and she gasps - she cannot help herself - and writhes beneath you.
As your teeth graze me, I hear my gasp, but I’m beyond caring. All I want is release, sweet release. All I want is to cum. I would do anything right now for that moment of incomparable bliss. But I fight my orgasm with everything in me, sure that the only thing you could do right now as punishment would be to refuse me that release. Sure too that if only I behaved, just right, you would grant it. You have that power over me. I am yours body and soul.
And I am well rewarded. Again I feel your fingers on me, rubbing, cajoling, teasing. And suddenly I feel you inside of me. It’s incredible - your fingers at my clit, your cock ramming into my pussy, and the vibrator sending sensations through my body I never though were possible. My breathing becomes desperate, and I hear yours too - ragged, near your climax. Then the words I long to hear: “Now. Let it go now.” and as we cum together, I thank you in my mind for these mindblowing orgasms which are wracking my body.
When it’s over, you lay gently beside me. The shackles and the spacer have been removed, and you stroke my hair, and my face and my body. It’s incredible, this moment. I feel so safe, so secure, so loved. Your soft caresses lull my body into sleep.

“Mmmm, yeah baby; that’s the shit right there!”
Slowly my body began to focus on every warm, slick and juicy sensation that his lips and tongue were creating. He snaked and curved around my nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking deeply. His large hands curved around my firm caramel cups with the authority of a man ready at long last to claim what was rightfully his. I threw my arms above my head and arched my back to send them further into his waiting mouth. I could sense his hands worshipping my fine form, working my nubs until they practically leaped to attention, the aureoles crinkling. Each nibble sent a shiver down my body, put my clit on full alert, and as he slid further down to my navel and hips, my pussy began to moisten. Its impatient heat was building, and it was all I could do not to scream out loud: “Yes! Oh baby, yes, that’s it! Fuck me good! Fuck me…!”
“Beep-beep-beep; beep-beep-be-de-beep!” From out of nowhere, his cell phone’s sorry excuse for a salsa ring-tone blared out annoyingly and insistent. I knew what was coming, and when he looked up at me, instinctively I clamped my hands down over his, trapping them against my hips, praying that he’d get the message I was trying to send instead.
“Please baby! Don’t pick it up. I’m begging you!”
“I’m sorry, but I’m waiting for a call from Montel!” he said, and leaned over to the nightstand to pick up the phone.
I couldn’t believe it! It was a week later, and after some severe schedule juggling, what I was hoping would become our night alone started as an early afternoon instead. No parents stopping by, no brother on the couch; just me and my man with nothing going on but tops and bottoms. He had his jeans on, and I had his button-down shirt covering up my black lace panties. But now I had this new bullshit to deal with. Bad enough Montel’s woman problems screwed up my plans last week. Now his “kiss and make up” plans were screwing me too!
I watched my baby as he spoke on the phone and I just knew he’d have to leave. I probably wouldn’t even have a chance to talk him out of it. As soon as he hung up, I slid my hands over my “ladies” and gave him my best “come hither” stare anyway, hoping beyond hope to change his mind.
“Baby, please…” he sighed. “He’s my brother. I’ve got to help him. Can you…?”
“No!” I shouted. “If you say ‘Can you keep it warm for me?’ one more time, I will kick your ass right here and now! Dammit, baby; you just had me at hello, and you actually want to leave me here? Alone?!”
“I don’t want to; I have to! Try to understand; he doesn’t have a woman in his life as good as mine.” He said, trying to pour the extra butter on thick.
“Yeah, well you keep ducking out on me “paht-nah”, and I may not be able to stay good much longer!” I grumbled. I looked up at him, hoping for a response, but instead of looking at me, he looked at his shirt. Flinging it open, I thrust the sleeves off my arms and threw it at him as he stared at me in amazement. “Go ahead,” I taunted. “Get a good look, because it could be a while before you see them again!”
“I don’t deserve you.”
“You got that right! Now go on; off to the rescue with you!”
As I watched him leave, I realized it was the second time I’d been in this apartment with wet panties, no bra, and no afterglow to tell me all my hard work had been rewarded. Still, for the moment, the apartment was mine to do as I pleased. Not wasting any time, I lay back, yanked my panties down off my hips and raised my legs to finally roll them off my feet. Scrunching my still-wet bikini briefs to my nose, I grinned madly, welcoming my scent. Then I threw them across the room and lay back again with my arms and legs splayed over the bed as wide as I could get them in a gesture of momentary freedom. Chuckling to myself, I raked my fingers through my wild & kinky pubic curls, getting more of my scent into the room and pondered whether to put my laptop or my “King Dong” dildo between my legs.
Suddenly, the doorbell woke me from my butt-naked reverie, and I started to grumble to myself when an irrationally logical thought popped into my head. “He’s back. Yes! He came back!” Leaping out of bed, I strode confidently down the hall to the front door and hollered out in my best hot & horny drawl. “I knew you couldn’t leave me, sexy-man!” As I flung open the door, I decided to get him REALLY excited and I ran my fingers through my curls to my still wet pussy lips. “I was beginning to think I’d have to handle all this alone!”
I looked up at him, expecting his face to have his “deer in the headlights” grin…and my heart froze. THUD.
I actually felt it plummet through my body and smash at my feet. My suddenly lifeless hand followed as it fell limp at my side leaving me with shock-widened eyes and a fresh crop of goose-pimples in its wake as my mind processed my mistake.
Montel. I was standing ass-naked in front of Montel.
A million thoughts rambled through my stunned mind. “Slam the door! Cover up! Get some clothes! For God’s sake, girl; SAY something!!!” But none of these thoughts could convince my body to move. I stood stiffly as Montel took in every inch of my uncovered curves. Nothing was hidden; not my medium-to-large but still firm, brown breasts, my dark, rock-hard nipples, my smooth, slightly rounded belly, my strong hips, tight thighs, my unkempt bush and…oh God! Because of my little show when I opened the door, he probably saw my pussy lips too!
Suddenly, my mind began to process something I had just seen and in my frozen haze, I realized it was something I did not like. With my mind and body finally acting as one, I blinked and saw Montel’s smirk. It was the same damn smirk he’d had on his face the first time I’d met him, with me clad in hot pink lingerie and smack-dab in the middle of an evening HE ruined! Although it was my body he was gawking at, it was my inner bitch that finally responded.
“What the hell do you want?! Haven’t you ruined enough of my action?”
Montel’s eyes widened for a moment as if I had slapped him. Of course, he didn’t stop looking at me, but at least I’d managed to wipe that smirk off his face.
“Well damn, baby; I’m sorry if I…ahem…interrupted something.”
“The hell you are! Now whatever business you’ve got, come inside and finish it so no one else sees me naked today!”
“You mean all of that wasn’t for me?” Montel asked, closing the door behind him.
“Please! This was never meant for you!”
“That’s not what I heard the other day,” he said, smirk returning to his face in full force. “In fact, that’s kinda the reason I’m here.”
“Hold on; aren’t you supposed to be meeting your brother across town?”
“That’s what he thinks. Figured we could use the time to get reacquainted. And may I just say, DAMN! Brother or not, any man who’s gonna leave all of this to meet my ass is a fool!”
“My thoughts exactly!” I wanted to say aloud but thought better of it. Instead I said, “So for offering you his couch, his money and all his free time, you’re saying he’s a fool?”
“I’m saying…damn, girl; don’t you think you should put some clothes on or something?”
Inwardly, I gave thanks to my inner bitch for making me too pissed off to be embarrassed by his little crack. But damn him, he was right. Being barefoot up to my chin and alone with Mr. Ruff Ryder in-training was NOT a smart idea! As I turned to go back towards the bedroom, I was greeted with the sight of my pink push-up bra dangling off of Montel’s fingers like a set of fuzzy dice on a Low-rider. “Thought you might want this back,” he said, grinning.
I stepped closer to him, keeping eye contact, and then I snatched my bra away. Gleefully, I noted his eyes went wide again and decided to prolong the moment. Purposely I took my time fastening my bra clasps, slowly sliding my fingers under the shoulder straps to adjust the fit. Just when it looked like I was going to lick or cup something, I’d back away from him as if to say “Enjoy the view, ’cause that’s all YOUR ass is getting!” For the finale, I scooped up one breast, then the other, firmly into the cups. Once I was certain I had the right fit, I strode past Montel as calm as if I were wearing a three-piece suit and headed into the bedroom.
Montel leaned against the doorway as I hunted around for something to put on. “You know, my brother didn’t tell me his woman was so hard. But then I’m willing to bet that there’s a whole lot of things he doesn’t know about you.”
I know I must’ve meant to growl at him, but somehow, my nipples didn’t get the memo. My breath caught in my throat as I helplessly watched the tips harden and grow, straining against the soft padding, which only made me more aware that I still didn’t have any panties on. “No no no no HELL No!” I screamed to myself as Montel’s bare chest leaped unbidden into my mind. “I don’t care HOW long it’s been! His smug ass is not getting ANY of this! Now concentrate on getting some clothes on, and getting him the hell out of here!”
“It takes a long time to get cross town you know.” I shot back. “He’s not going to like it that you tricked him.” “What’s wrong with you?!” My mind screamed again. “Say your man’s name out loud, girl! Put him right in this room and he’ll back off!”
“I’ve got that taken care of,” Montel drawled, somewhat softly, I thought. “Besides, you already told me to handle my business.”
“Oh!” I heard myself gasp loudly as something brushed my bare ass. I shot up straight, and strong palms grasped my hips, preventing my escape. I felt his dick drift from my butt-cheeks to the small of my…wait a minute, is that FLESH I’m feeling?! I stretched my hands behind me, and sure enough, they brushed against bare skin. How the hell did he get his jeans off so fast?! All too quickly, the rest of my body was no longer listening, but my voice still vainly launched a protest. “This was not the business I told you to handle!”
“Well, you sure handled my ass last week! I just thought it was time to repay the favor, that’s all.”
“You made it too damn easy for me. Do you always go to bed all bare-ass and cock-diesel like that?”
“Damn right I do! I bet you’d like it if you tried it with me; you and this bangin’ body of yours! So you think I’m diesel, huh? Sounds like you were digging me before as much as I’m digging you right now!”
There we were, two people saying the things we wanted to hear but didn’t get from the people we were already with. Really, when was the last time my man said my body was bangin’, or anything close to a compliment? Or took possession of my body with such authority, combining our deepening lusts without a hint of restraint or shame?
Then Montel’s rough fingertip pressed down on my clit, and I knew it was all over.
My mouth fell slightly open as my body slumped back against his firm frame. One of his fingers slid inside my hot core and my hips rolled forward, welcoming the invasion. Dimly, I could sense my bra being unclipped behind my back, once again tumbling down to my feet. Naked once again, my body seemed to sigh in relief, ready to be swept up by all the illicit sensations Montel’s hands were creating. One hand twirled around my hard nipple while the other responded in pressing my nub in a synchronized rhythm to which my quickening breath and swaying hips eagerly kept pace. Suddenly his slick, wet tongue darted out, flicking against my neck, and I heard him growl softly, “Come on now, girl; how do you want to do this?”
Without saying a word, I looked up at him and drew his hands away from my body. Slowly, l moved toward the bed and crawled across the mattress, giving him a good look at my ass. When I rolled over, I cupped my tits, licked my lips and threw him the same look I’d given before. Only this time, I got the response I wanted. His strong brown body looked ready for the taking. His long cock seemed to stretch far away from the rest of him, the dark chocolate flesh poised to seek and destroy as he purposely strode toward me. “Yeah baby,” he growled again. “That’s exactly what I hoped you’d say!”
“Hey! Don’t you want to get a taste first?”
“Are you asking me or telling me?”
Raising myself on my elbows, my hand found the back of his neck and pulled his head toward my well-moistened hole.
“Much better! Don’t ask for what you want, just show me!”
“How can I show you if I don’t tell you?”
“Woman, from this point on, don’t tell me nothing but moans! I’ll handle the rest.”
As he slid my legs open wider, my pussy seemed to lock in on his mouth like a tractor beam, willing him closer. Still raised up on my elbows, I hoped to meet his eyes before he tasted me for the first time. Suddenly my mind dimmed and I sensed my head had fallen back against the pillows. In fact, I was ENTIRELY laid out on the mattress as vibrations I never felt before radiated from my sweet cunt to my toes, then up to my head and back. Montel’s entire tongue had dragged over my already highly sensitive clit. He didn’t want to just taste me; he wanted to DEVOUR me…swallow me whole…and my pulsating, lust-ridden body was helpless to resist.
That was the last thought to enter my mind before the tremors hit me. My hips thrust my moist core into his face while his tongue quickly scooped up my juices, then just as slowly dragged over my anxious nubbin like a giant python. I felt one, then two fingers dip into my hotness up to the knuckle, to his palm, and come back out again. Just when I’d gotten used to one sensation, he’d spring a new one on me, teasing me, luring me in until, oh geez, this is feeling…I think we need to stop…I need to…I…Oh God, I’m CUMMING!
My moans became squeals of joy as my pussy gushed. My juices began to pool under my ass, so I could only guess what Montel’s face must’ve looked like! I placed my hands on his head, hoping to get a look at him. He responded by grabbing onto my hips, sucking my clit even harder and just like that, I was GONE! Another orgasm roared through my body with such force that I was momentarily struck dumb. I couldn’t speak; I couldn’t even think of what to say if I COULD speak! All I knew was that my four other senses were taking up the slack, processing information. There was sweat on my forehead, my nipples were hard, and his hands were sliding across my belly…wait, something else was on my belly, something warm and heavy…
I opened my eyes and was greeted with a sight I tried to block out before but fully welcomed now. Montel’s big, beautiful chest towered overhead. His hands were just underneath my breasts, which meant that…oohhh yes! His big, bad man’s dick was on my round belly, lying in wait to invade me.
“Hey baby; you want to get reacquainted with the boy?”
One thought finally filtered through my haze: “diggin’ me as much as I’m diggin’ you”. When I looked up at him, my ability to speak finally returned to me, and I said the right words.
“Don’t ask me. Show me.”
As he held himself carefully over me, I saw him smile a real smile while his hard flesh crept slowly and snugly between my warm mounds. From my line of vision, his dick seemed to get bigger and bigger. But as soon as his tip reached my chin, I pushed my tits together, firmly closing over him. The sensation of his thick flesh pressing against mine was even better this time. I had the full length of his hardness on me, which allowed my breasts to surround him completely. I drew his dark mushroom tip into my mouth and sucked on it lovingly, my tongue taking in more of his flavor. Soon I felt his sac slide against me from under my tits as he strived to get more of his hot cock into my waiting lips.
I heard a loud groan as his hand covered mine to pinch an already ripe nipple. A wild thought flashed across my mind, and at the risk of interrupting our fantastic tit-fuck, I just had to tell him. With one last kiss, I raised my head and gasped, “Hey, paht-nah, do you remember? This is how we first met.”
He looked at me and an even bigger smile spread across his face. “Yeah, you’re right; and now it’s time to tell you who I am. And what are you going to tell me?”
“Nothing…but…moans…” I whispered lustily.
Without another word between us, Montel slid stealthily between my thighs, which I had already spread wide apart to receive him. All that mattered now was that first plunge, his wet descent into my tight, hot little hole and every lust-filled thrust to follow. Montel placed his tip against my totally drenched pussy, grasped both my ankles, and once he had my legs high in the air, he rammed himself inside me!
I heard myself howl in shock that my cunt had taken in so much of him at once. My body tensed to run from the exquisite, yet frightening spasms caused by his invasion. Then I felt his grip still on my ankles and with a twinge of excitement and fear, I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he was completely inside of me. Thrusting deeper than I dared dream possible, he oozed inside my pussy walls, rubbing my nerves raw and filling me with more hot and wicked sensations. Once my cunt folds settled around his thick flesh, I heard him groan aloud and mutter to himself, “Oh shit, I knew it…I knew you’d be all good and tight…” With that, he drew back and eased inside me again. He went slowly at first, enjoying the motions, but as he picked up speed, his hips seemed to throw himself forward, greedy to get more of his thick cock into my hot, dripping core.
My pants & howls got louder, filling my ears as my mouth hung wide open, only to be followed by suckling sounds and wet breaths. He’d planted his mouth over mine and was frenching me, scooping up my tongue to entwine with his own. I tasted my own sweet juices on his breath and felt my hips thrust against his own. Our pubic bones and hairs seemed to collide with each other in a frenzy of movement as his huge sac slapped against my ass. In response, I grabbed onto his firm ass to enjoy more of this wild ride.
Suddenly, his hands grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms over my head. I gasped as not just my arms, but my legs were stretched further apart. His knees came under mine and all his weight, his heat, seemed at once to consume me. I could feel the pressure building once again, and this time, oh damn, the neighbors were going to hear about THIS one! One of his large hands grasped both of my wrists while the other…oh yes, please be doing what I…oh God! His other hand came around to cup my breast and squeeze on one crinkled chocolate tip while his mouth and tongue suckled on the other. All three points of my tits and clit were being so gloriously and deliciously pleasured all at once that my body went into overload. I exploded in a howl of ecstasy unleashed, thrusting my hips high to get all of him inside me. Suddenly, his body trembled slightly and his dick plunged deep inside, throbbing, giving me all his seed. His lips clamped down on mine and into my mouth he began to pant and moan through his own moment of release. When our orgasms finally died down, his head slid to the side while my eyes and mouth lay open in a state of blissful shock. Then, from his lips came the most shocking moment of all as he groaned into my ear, “Damn, Shana baby… I knew you’d feel so good…”
Oh no! He said my name! Now he knows me! He wants to know me, to remember me…
…and what the hell am I going to do when he does?

Preface: It is not imperative, but helpful that one reads Chapters 1-6 to help grasp the personalities of characters in this story. The next few chapters will still be listed as “My First Time Out”; however the name of the entire book of chapters is now “WHITE LIPSTICK“.
Credits and special thanks go out to Andrea for sharing her ideas and thoughts.
WARNING: The following story contains some explicit foul language and IS NOT for reading pleasure of anyone under the age of 18; nor is it permissible to read if your state, province, or country prohibits it. Even though this is a true story with fiction added, ANYONE viewing it that detests bad language should not read any further. Thank you—the author.
As the plane took off from Salt Lake City, many thoughts raced thru Shayna’s mind. Only one week had passed since Shane became Shayna and she experienced many “first-time” events such as; getting dressed up and going out, getting a tattoo, snorting cocaine, sucking a cock, getting fucked, taking hormones, and even entertaining at a bachelor party. Shayna knew she had taken some huge lifestyle steps recently, and didn’t feel any regret at all. As she thought back to all the new situations she’d been in, regret was the last thing on her mind. She had been bombarded by experiences that had given her a sense of constant excitement.
Shayna thought that chic tight jeans, a baby pink button down blouse, pink bra with small breast enhancers, 4 inch pink shiny patent pumps, charcoal eye-shadow, black eye-liner, innocent pink lip gloss and her blonde wig would be appropriate, yet sexy for the plane ride to Los Angeles.
Her eyes were heavy from exhaustion of the past week’s adventures and she drifted in and out, taking a series of cat-naps on the short plane trip. As the plane descended out of the night sky the brilliant city lights of Los Angeles shone like the rising sun. Shayna became anxious, yet aroused by her next venture; BREAST AUGMENTATION!
Her little clitty-cock became aroused by her desire for real boobs. She day-dreamed of going braless, or how she would look in a two piece bathing suit, or lying on her back and not being able to see her toes.
The door of the plane opened and Shayna strutted down the jet way trying to perform her sexiest walk, desperate to impress the man she’d be meeting as she remembered to look for a guy holding a noticeable sign. As soon as she entered the terminal she noticed a sign that read, “WELCOME TO L.A. SHAYNA”.
Sir Dom’s cousin Vinny was holding the sign; quite a handsome looking gentleman, neatly combed dark hair, well dressed and built like a body builder; after all, Vinny was in the porn business, starting out as an actor and now in production. Shayna imagined this hunk with his clothes off fucking her relentlessly, but then quickly remembered Sir Dom’s orders that she couldn’t fuck Vinny.
Shayna cavorted over to him and confidently said, “Hi, I’m Shayna, you must be Sir Dominique’s cousin, Vinny.”
“Let’s hurry and get your luggage, we have work to do before tomorrow morning’s doctor appointment,” said Vinny in a demeaning tone as he had seen one too many bimbo/wannabe models in his day.
Vinny trashed the sign and swiftly walked through the corridor towards the baggage claim. Shayna, in her 4 inch pink pumps could not keep up with him, so she had to do a tippy-toe run just to keep Vinny in her sights. At the baggage claim Shayna spotted her two large pink suitcases and Vinny hauled them off the rack, and without hesitation, started wheeling them outside.
Vinny rolled the luggage towards a tall good looking African American dressed in a captain suit standing next to a long white limousine. As the black man placed the luggage in the trunk, Shayna tried to take in the size of the vast car, then thought, “Oh my God, this is the longest stretch I have ever seen.”
The driver opened the door for Shayna and Vinny, and drove off into the city lights. Immediately Shayna got into her purse and fumbled for the vial of cocaine.
As she was uncapping the vial, Vinny grabbed it and ordered, “NOPE!”
“Wh-what do you mean?” questioned Shayna, more than a little desperate for the confidence she’d get from a quick snort.
“The only drug you’re allowed to take is hormones, and your first injection will be tonight,” instructed Vinny.
“But I don’t want to get fat,” pleaded Shayna, who was so intensely focused on her cocaine habit that she was not even fretting about the hormone injection.
“Don’t worry, your pre-planned diet will take the place of that shit you snort, assured Vinny.
Shayna nervously rummaged through her purse to get a cigarette, but Vinny snatched the cigarette out of her mouth and grabbed the lighter from her finger tips.
“NO SMOKING, ordered Vinny. You’re going to learn to follow orders and rules, and earn your keep around the house. Every day when you wake up, there will be a list for you to complete, and when you accomplish your work, you will have some free time. Besides, smoking is not part of your pre-planned diet either.”
“Pre-planned diet? I wonder why he keeps bringing up that subject?” thought Shayna.
After an hour of driving and no more talk, the long white limousine pulled up to a locked gate. Shayna had no idea which suburb of Los Angeles they were in because of the tinted windows. The driver punched a sequence of buttons, the gate opened, and the limo made a slow climb up the steep driveway. Vinny’s house was more like a mansion. The long driveway looked like gold in the lights. The mansion was three stories high and must have been at least 7000 square feet.
“How many people live here?” asked Shayna.
“Just me,” answered Vinny curtly.
“Who cleans it?” quizzed Shayna.
“You’re going to,” commanded Vinny.
The limo driver escorted Shayna’s luggage up to her room with Vinny leading the way. Two flights of spiraling stairs, down the hallway into a small bedroom. Vinny pointed to the room then swiftly headed back downstairs. The bedroom resembled a 10 year old girl’s room. Pastel colors on the walls, pink bedspread, lace pillow cases, and two girly looking teddy bears lying on the bed.
There was an attached bathroom with a decent sized soak tub, a vanity with one sink, and barely enough cabinet room for Shayna’s cosmetics. On the far wall there was a small door.
“Is that extra closet space?” asked Shayna as she pointed to the door.
“Jus’ paart uv ur baffroom, ya slave,” responded the limo driver as he ambled down the hallway chuckling.
Shayna cautiously opened the door and turned on the light then peered in and saw the tiled walls and floor with an oversized floor drain, which looked more like a street drain. Then she looked up and saw an overhead shower in the ceiling. Her first thought was a huge walk in shower. Then she started observing other apparatus like two more shower heads on the wall, a large mirror on another wall, and chains with stirrups including a pulley system. In one corner was a tall stand, with a red rubber bag and an attached plastic tube that was about five feet in length.
When Shayna discovered what the apparatus was, she put her hand over her mouth and muffled the word, “ENEMA.”
It was getting late so Shayna decided to get ready for bed. As she was taking off her bra, one silicone breast enhancer fell to the floor.
Shayna thought, “I can’t wait for the day when I won’t need those anymore, and hopefully all the shit I am getting from Vinny and Sir Dom will be worth the price of free boobs.”
All of a sudden she heard a series of loud beeps and the large flat panel television turned on and she heard Vinny’s voice plus the message was written on the screen.
Message: “Shayna, you will receive your daily instructions from this monitor. You can replay the daily message as many times as needed. You only have one order for this evening. Go into the bathroom, find the pre-loaded injector tube with the four inch needle attached to it. Take it to the walk-in shower area, stick the needle in one of your ass cheeks and push the ‘girly’ fluid, which happens to be liquid Premarin; a hormone, into your system. Good night.”
In the nude, Shayna vigilantly walked into the attached bathroom, discovered the clear plastic tube and long attached needle. She walked into the shower room and placed the prickly needle to her ass cheek, then paused as she was quivering like a drug addict needing a fix, but also trying to quit the habit.
Shayna talked to herself saying, “You can do this Shayna. Be a strong GIRL. This is what you want baby. You want your tits to expand, your nipples to grow, your voice to soften, and your body hair to disappear. Stick it in your ass, it can’t hurt anymore than, AAAAAAAHHHH, OWWWWwwwwweeeeeee.”
She did it! Shayna’s first self inflicted injection just happened. As she pulled out the needle her ass cheek felt on fire. She rubbed it continuously until the pain eased into a tingling, then hobbled off to bed for the night. After she pulled the covers over her naked body, her hands automatically moved down to her crotch. Her clitty-cock was stiffening as she stroked herself to sleep.
The next morning, Shayna was awakened by a shrilling noise. She opened her eyes and noticed a large clock on the wall and a bell clanging away. Shutting her eyes and covering her ears didn’t seem to help. Shayna opened her eyes again and noticed the clock read 6AM. She hadn’t been up at 6AM in over a week!
The television monitor made a series of loud beeps and Shayna’s daily message (with Vinny’s voice) appeared on the screen:
“Good morning Shayna, I know you’re tired, but you have plenty to do before your 9AM Doctor appointment. The limo driver, Charles, will pick you up at 8:30. Hurry yourself into the shower room and follow the instructions from the speaker in that room. DO NOT STOP TO PEE OR POOP.”
Shayna quickly went into the shower room and stood there naked waiting for the instructions from the speaker. The tile floor felt cold on her feet and she had to pee so bad the only thing that was holding in her urine was the hard-on that she endured.
“Shayna, stand over the drain and piss.”
Immediately, Shayna started to relieve herself. Since her girl-cock was still pointing upwards, pee sprayed all over her tummy and thighs then ran down her legs into the over sized drain. The sour smell of morning piss burned in her nostrils.
“Next grab the pre-greased tube and shove it in to your asshole. Slowly turn on the valve and feel the warm water entering your bowels. Make sure you empty the entire bag of water into your system and hold it as long as possible. This will take the place of your morning bowel movement.”
Shayna slowly turned the valve on, and watched the line of water deliberately trickle down the long plastic tube. The anticipation of clean, warm water enter her private hole was exhilarating. As the water line got closer to the end of the tube, Shayna gritted her teeth awaiting something she had never experienced before in her life; an ENEMA.
The first seep of water to enter her ‘ass-cunt’ felt smooth and warm, but as water continued to fill her guts she gasped for breath.
“DO NOT TURN THE VALVE OFFFFFF,” the voice over the speaker ordered.
“OHHHHHHHHH GAWWWWWWWWWD,” squealed Shayna as she saw her belly growing into pregnancy form. “I can’t taaaaaaaaaaaaake this. Nooooooooo, nooooo, my FUCKIN’ guts are gonna burst!”
Finally the bag was empty and the water stopped running. Immediately Shayna pulled the tube from her ass. Watery shit poured from her asshole and emptied into the oversized drain. The rancid ooze was all over her legs and she couldn’t wait to turn on the shower and cleanse the urine and shit from her filthy body, but the feel of pressure relief from her bowels was more than satisfying.
“Good job Shayna, you may now turn on the overhead shower,” the voice echoed from the speaker.
The putrid smell of urine and shit was slowly being expunged by shampoo, soap and water as Shayna scrubbed her body as fast as possible. After about five minutes in the shower, the hot water turned to freezing cold water.
“Time’s up,” said the voice over the speaker.
“There must be cameras in this place,” thought Shayna, as she dried herself with a large oversized towel.
“Now, go in to the bedroom and there are exercise clothes lying on the bed for you to wear. Put them on and proceed down the hall to the exercise room,” said the voice from the speaker.
Shayna returned to the bedroom and found two items on the bed. A pair of black exercise tights and a pair of ballet shoes, a ’special’ pair. Shiny black patent shoes with a 6-1/2 inch stiletto heel with the toe piece pointing downwards. After she put on the exercise tights, she picked up the ballet heels and walked down the hallway.
“PUT THE SHOES ON SHAYNA,” demanded a resounding voice over the hallway speaker!
Shayna sat down on the floor and put on the ballet heels, but when she tried to stand, she had to hold on to the walls and walk on the tips of her toes similar to a ballerina. Little by little she inched towards the exercise room. Her ankles and calves were throbbing and her toes were in excruciating pain from the ballet heels.
When she arrived in the exercise room the speaker voice ordered, “Sit on the floor and stretch out those legs and try to put your ankles behind your neck. Then get up on the bench and lock the seat belt around your waist.”
After Shayna stretched the tension out of her legs but failed to distend her ankles behind her neck she got up on the bench which was in a reclined position. Shayna suspiciously latched the safety belt around her waist. She looked around the room which didn’t resemble a normal exercise room. There was a variety of equipment she had never seen before in her life. There were also mirrors on the ceiling and every single wall.
“Take the suction cups and place one on each breast,” instructed the voice from the wall speaker, as two plastic cups with hoses attached were lowered by a machine to her chest.
Shayna grabbed a cup with each hand and meticulously centered them over each flat breast. Suddenly she heard a strange sound resembling an air conditioning unit which initiated suction through the tubes. As Shayna felt her pectoral muscles starting to stretch the machine kicked into high gear. If felt as if her nipples were going to be sucked up through the hoses. Shayna looked up at the ceiling mirror and saw her chest flab in the form of petite, but elongated tits.
“Oh my GOD,” shrieked Shayna, as she felt tenderness in her tiny breast muscles.
Approximately three minutes later the machine shut off and the suction cups were mechanically raised up to the ceiling. Next, the bench moved slowly forward so Shayna was positioned fully upright.
Two clamps with a small chain attached to each one were lowered from the ceiling when she heard the speaker voice say, “Fasten a clip to each nipple.”
Shayna tentatively secured a clamp to each nipple as she yelped in pain, “OUCH! FFFFFUCK THIS HURTS!”
Her nipples were already enlarged and tender from the suction, but the pinching created by the nipple clamps brought tears to her eyes. Then, the small chain attached to each clamp slowly lowered towards her lap. She felt a tugging sensation and looked down at the chains. Attached to the end of each chain was a lead weight which looked like an oversized fisherman’s sinker.
The pressure and pulling on her nipples made Shayna scream in pain, “Please stop. Make this end! I don’t wanna do this anymore. This fuckin’ hurts so…”
Instantly, the chains were raised which took the weight off as the speaker voice instructed, “You can now unclip the clamps Shayna. Unfasten your belt and go back to the bedroom. There are clothes laid out for you to wear to your appointment today.”
Shayna quickly unclipped the clamps, unfastened the belt and got off the bench. She couldn’t wait to get out of the exercise room. Hurrying for safety, she had forgotten about the ballet heels and tumbled forward, falling like a baby learning how to walk.
Shayna slowly raised herself at the entrance of the hallway, and inched back to the bedroom.
On the bed she found her attire neatly laid out for her. There was a white training bra, white frilly boy shorts, a pair of Calvin Klein jeans, and an oversized black sweatshirt with a zipper in the front. On the floor she noticed a pair of black closed-toe pumps with a four inch heel.
As she pulled the boy shorts up past her thighs, she noticed her clitty-cock was half hard with a bubble of pre-cum on the pee hole. Just the thought of her first doctor visit excited her into near bliss.
Shayna hooked the training bra around her waist, but before she pulled it up over her chest, she touched a breast. She felt a tiny outline of a mound that was still stretched from the vacuum treatment. She could feel the excitement stirring in her frilly boy-shorts and her clitty-cock was producing a noticeable stain.
“The beginning of my total transformation,” thought Shayna.
Shayna struggled to get the jeans up over her tiny ass, then had to suck in her stomach in order to hook the top button as she gratefully assumed, “Thank God for spandex. These jeans must be a size too small and they look like they were painted on me.”
The black sweatshirt was frumpy and long and it covered most of her form fitting jeans’ ass and the tiny bulge from her clitty-cock. The baggy sweatshirt also concealed the size of her breasts.
She slipped into the four inch pumps then heard the speaker voice say, “Now go into the bathroom. All the cosmetics are arranged for you. Do not put on any less makeup that is provided.”
“Any less makeup?” Shayna giggled to herself.
Shayna strutted into the bathroom muttering, “four inch pumps are considerably less strenuous compared to those fucking ballet stilts. At least I can walk on the balls of my feet instead of the very tips of my toes.”
On the bathroom vanity, Shayna saw the cosmetics arranged in the exact order for application. First there was shaving cream and a razor, then beard cover, and a tiny bottle of liquid foundation and a sponge. She finished the basics, then went on to a small amount of eyeliner and arched her eyebrows in light brown. There was hardly any lavender eye shadow left in the tray, but she scraped out as much as possible and spread it on her eyelids. As for the mascara, there was only a brush and barely enough makeup on it to coat her upper lashes.
Next Shayna looked around the vanity for lip liner which wasn’t there, and she thought, “Well, Vinny must have forgotten to put it out, so I’ll just get in to MY cosmetic bag and…WHAT THE FUCK!”
The cabinet was bare and her cosmetics were gone. Shayna looked up at the ceiling screaming, “Why are you doing this to meeeeeee?”
The speaker voice answered, “Sir Dom and I are the ones who decide how you look, how you act, what you wear, where you go. Matter of fact, WE are in control and you have no power Shayna.”
Shayna looked back down, and thought, “assholes.”
She picked up the tube of lipstick, uncapped it and found the color to be very dull; mauve taupe. She applied the lipstick, puckered, and looked into the mirror and in a sassy tone said, “Plain Jane Shayna.”
Lastly she put on the wig that she was supposed to wear; a short bob-cut and strawberry blonde in color. After Shayna secured the wig, she picked up the black clutch and looked inside; a cell phone, twenty dollars, and a note.
The note read: The $20 is in case you get in trouble and need a taxi. The cell phone will be monitored on every incoming and outgoing call.
Shayna looked back into the mirror and discovered her nails were short and not colored. No earrings, necklace, rings or watches could be found anywhere on the vanity. Her appearance was simple, and as far away from the slutty look that she endeared.

I sat in the huge meeting hall of the San Diego Convention Center waiting for the keynote speaker to begin his insightful, though most likely useless, remarks. The hospital I worked for had sent me on an all expenses paid vacation from the drudgery of the nine to five office grind in hopes I’d pick up some gems on how to improve the bottom line. Such gems hardly ever come from keynote speakers. If gems are to be found, it will be in the working sessions later — keynote addresses are about as useful and practical as your commencement speaker’s advice to your class when you graduated.
I was looking over the conference material which detailed the topics of all of the sessions, and I was marking the meetings which I planned to attend later that morning, when a man came down the middle aisle and paused by the row of seats where I sat.
“Is this seat taken?” I heard someone say. I looked up and saw a rather cute middle-aged man standing next to the vacant aisle seat immediately to my left. He was tall and had salt and pepper hair. He wasn’t a god-like figure, or anything like that; just an ordinary guy who happened to also be cute.
“Oh no, please, go right ahead.” I said.
Hmmm, I thought, very cute … but he’s got to be at least ten or fifteen years older than me. I crossed my legs and tugged my rather short skirt down a bit and noticed the guy staring at my legs.
“So, where are you from?” I asked the man, just making polite conversation. I’ve always been the outgoing type. My husband teases me that I’m the kind of person that when I go to the lady’s room and encounter someone there, I come out knowing all the names and ages of the woman’s children, and, the current status of her sex life.
“Pittsburgh, and you?” He said, also being polite.
“San Francisco. Is this your first time at this conference?” I asked.
“Oh no, I’ve been to quite a few of these over the years. How about you?” He replied.
“Yes, it’s my first. I actually wasn’t even supposed to come — my boss usually does - but he got sick and so I came instead.” I told him. “So, what do you do at your hospital?”
“Ah, computers … I’m ah, the department head, and you?” As he spoke, I came to the conclusion that he was a rather shy type; I’m not sure how I knew, I just did.
“Finance department, I’m a financial analyst.” I said. “So, what sessions are you planning on attending later?”
He gave me the topics of several meetings he planned to attend and I noted that at least one of them was the same as a meeting I’d just marked on my conference schedule.
“I guess I’ll be seeing you again. I’m going to some of the same meetings.” I told him and smiled.
Just then, the conference host approached the microphone and asked for quiet and began the general session. Someone lowered the lights and the giant hall became dark except for the huge screen at the back of the stage. The screen displayed the organization’s logo and would latter display the slides of the keynote speaker’s talking points.
The general session dragged by as the keynote speaker droned for an interminable amount of time and then, mercifully, he was finished. The host guy came back, made some announcements and then we were all released to go and feast on the real meat of the conference at the various informative sessions we each chose to attend, given our interests or job titles.
“Oh I just hate these general sessions … they’re such a waste, except for the announcements at the end. That’s why you can’t skip them.” The guy next to me said as the house lights came up.
“Yes, I agree, but at least I was able to catch up on my sleep.” I said and chuckled. As I leaned over to pick up the complimentary conference tote bag I’d been given at registration, and my purse, both of which I’d set on the floor by my feet, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the guy was doing his best to subtly look down my blouse which was fairly low cut. I wondered if he found my black lace bra sexy.
The guy was standing next to his seat as I stood up. He was obviously waiting for me to walk out with him. How sweet, I thought, he likes me … and my legs and my breasts. But, I liked the fact that he was interested in me; it gave me a little thrill. I tend to be a bit of a flit and a tease sometimes.
We talked on the way out; I asked what he thought of the keynote speaker’s assessment of the future of the industry and he was happy to give his opinion as we left the big hall. At the exit we went our separate ways, but I knew I’d see him later and it occurred to me that I really wanted to see him again. I found myself thinking about how cute he was and how delightfully shy he was until some raging extrovert like me gets him to open up and then discovers that he was rather fascinating after all.
I went on to my meetings and the morning dragged by until I got to the last morning session before the two hour lunch break. I knew from what he’d said earlier that I could expect to see him at that session, so as I entered the room I stopped and scanned the audience until I saw him sitting on the aisle about half way down. I walked up to where he sat and saw him looking over handouts from one of the previous meetings he’d attended.
“Is anyone sitting there?” I asked, indicating vacant the seat next to him. He hadn’t noticed me standing by him; he was so engrossed in his reading material.
“Oh no, it’s … oh! It’s you; how nice to see you again.” He said. He seemed delighted that I’d sought him out.
He stood to allow me to get past. I turned sideways and squeezed by him making sure my butt slid across the front of his pants — I’m pretty sure I felt his cock press against my left ass cheek for just the briefest moment, though it could have been keys in his pocket. I sat down in the seat next to him. When I leaned forward to set my purse and tote bag down, I saw his eyes look in the direction of my breasts again. When I sat up straight again, I glanced at his lap and I saw that he seemed to have a tent pole problem, but then, he set his reading material on his lap to hide it.
Its funny how most times a woman finds it really annoying when men stare at your body like you were a piece of meat on display at the supermarket. But then, every so often, someone gives you the exact same look and the next thing you know, your panties are getting moist - know what mean, ladies? Well, my panties were getting moist.
I crossed my legs again. I did it purposely to see the cute man’s reaction; and as expected, his eyes shifted in my direction, though his head did not move. What I didn’t do this time when I crossed my legs was pull the hem of my skirt down. I let it ride up high on my thighs and stay there. I noted that his eyes kept returning to my legs. I do pride myself on having a very good body, and my legs are no exception.
“How were your meetings this morning?” I asked. He went on a bit telling me what he thought — some were good, others, a waste of time.
“How about you; learn anything useful?” He asked. I gave him a very brief assessment of my sessions.
“So, what does one do for lunch around here?” I asked. I was hoping I’d be able to maneuver him into asking me to have lunch with him, without me seeming too eager, even though I was — I was really beginning to like the guy.
“They have a few places to eat here in the conference center, but from previous experience, I’ve found that if you want real food you have to go out. I saw a list of places in the registration materials that are within walking distance; but the only problem is, if you wait for this last session to end you’ll find yourself waiting forever to get a table. So, I always duck out about fifteen minutes early.” He explained.
“Hmmm … sounds like a good idea. I think I’ll leave early too.”
“Say, would you like to join me for lunch? I don’t know anyone else here and I’d really like to have company.” He asked.
“Oh, why thank you. Yes, I’d like that; I really dislike eating by myself.” I said.
We chatted a bit more before the meeting started. It was one of the more informative sessions and I was making notes on my copy of the handouts when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked at the guy and he was pointing at the watch on his wrist. It was time to sneak out of the meeting. I grabbed my purse and tote and followed the guy out of the room.
Outside he asked me where I’d like to eat.
“Oh, I don’t know … you pick. By the way, I don’t think I got your name; I’m Barbara but everyone calls me Barb.” I said.
“It’s John — same as it says right here on my name badge - pleased to meet you.” He said while pointing at his name badge; and then he extended his hand as if we’d just been introduced. I took it and gave his hand a squeeze which he returned gently; not trying to overpower me as some guys do with a handshake. His hand felt good and I realized I didn’t want to let go and so I held it a little than you’d expect, thus, making the moment a little awkward.
“Duh … name badge, I feel a little stupid … very pleased to meet you too, John.” I said and then reluctantly released his hand. As I had held his hand, our eyes had locked and it occurred to me that he had very sensitive eyes that went with his otherwise gentle demeanor.
“Well … yes, me too … ah … I guess we should get going before the hordes get to the restaurants.” He said, sounding a little ill at ease — his shyness again.
We walked out of the convention center. At the exit, he went ahead and opened the door for me, which I liked. I think of myself as a liberated woman, but I enjoy the little male-female rituals, like having a man open the car door for me.
“Why thank you, kind sir.” I said. I gave him a coy smile as I passed.
It was only about a five minute walk to the place he’d chosen for us; an Italian restaurant — one of those national franchise places where the food was good, but not spectacular. It was very noisy despite the fact we’d beaten the conference crowds. There were still enough local office workers to pack the place, so we still had to wait a couple minutes for a table.
The hostess called out John’s name and was about to lead us to a table. My mind had been wandering and I hadn’t noticed her announce that our table was ready. I felt a hand on my waist which jolted me back to reality.
“Barb, our table’s ready … right over here.” He said and guided me in the right direction with gentle pressure on my waist. As we walked to a table for four, he kept his hand on me and it really felt good. At the table, John pulled my chair out for me — again, I was impressed with his politeness and thoughtfulness.
When my husband and I go out to dinner, we sit across from each other. When we dated before getting married; we’d sit side by side in a booth, or if at a table, we’d always sit as close as possible to each other. John held my chair for me, and then sat in the seat next to me.
Geez, I thought, I feel like I’m on a date. I had butterflies in my tummy, too.
“It’s very noisy in here.” I observed. “I really prefer quiet little cozy mom and pop places. I wish knew San Diego better.”
“Yes, it is loud here, but I guess there’s not much they can do, especially with a big conference in town.” He said. “I’ve been to San Diego quite a few times and I know of a really nice little place just like you described. Perhaps we could have dinner together this evening, unless you have other plans. We could go there, I’m sure you’d like it … its very quaint and intimate.” He offered.
As he said the word ‘intimate’ I noticed him grimace just a bit. I’m sure he thought he’d just committed a faux pas.
“Oh yes, I’d love that and, no, I don’t have any plans … I was just going to eat in the hotel restaurant.” I said, suddenly ecstatic that I would get to see John again, but trying not to show it. It’s all about decorum — right ladies?
“Oh my … you were going to have dinner at the hotel? I’m so happy I’ll be able to save you from such a fate as the hotel eatery. It’s a date then. What time?” He asked me.
“Oh … ah, I have to call my husband this evening; I told him I would. Maybe seven-thirty … is that too late for you?” I said. As an after thought, I told him which hotel I was booked into.
“No, no, seven-thirty is fine. And I’m staying at the same hotel — it’s the closet one to the conference center. I was really lucky to get a room there.” He said. “OK, so I’ll meet you in the lobby and we’ll get a taxi … it’s not far … a ten or fifteen minute drive from the hotel.”
The waitress came and we ordered. Over the rest of lunch we talked and got to know one another better. He told me about his family — he had three daughters, the oldest a senior in high school and getting ready for college. I figured out from what he told me that the three girls must each have been about two years apart in age.
“I’m surprised you have a daughter ready to graduate high school. You must have married very young.” I said.
“We were both twenty-one and we waited quite a few years before having kids. Hell, I’m staring at the big five-oh next birthday. It’s kind of scary actually, when I realize that I’m getting that old.” He said.
“You’re kidding. I would have guessed you to be in your thirties.” I said, genuinely surprised at his age. But still, I thought him to be quite good looking; and I found myself being attracted to him, regardless of his age.
“Hmmm … I’m guessing you’re mid-twenties, right? I guess that means I’m old enough to be your father.” He pointed out.
“Twenty-six.” I said. “Shit … ooops, sorry. You really don’t look old enough to be my dad and you certainly don’t act like my dad. Now my dad … that’s really old.” I said, and laughed. But then it occurred to me that my father was only about five years older than John.
Our food came and we ate. We exchanged a few thoughts on the conference as we finished our meals. We declined the offer of dessert and split the check since we each would put our portion of the meal on our travel expenses for our respective jobs.
“Listen, we’ve got about forty five minutes before the next session, want to take a walk before we head back? It’s such a beautiful warm day, not like Pittsburgh — it was snowing when I left last night.” John said.
“Sure.”
We gathered our things and headed out. There was a huge line of people at the front waiting for a table.
We walked slowly and talked more.
“Do you have kids?” John asked.
“No, not yet. Phil and I have only been married a couple years. We both have our careers — he’s with a consulting firm and works some pretty long hours and he’s often out of town on engagements for clients.” I said. “But we’d both like a family and we’ve been talking about getting the process going.”
We continued walking and found ourselves at the water’s edge. A sign nearby identified the area as ‘Fishermen’s Wharf’ — I knew there was a famous wharf in Frisco, but had never heard of one in San Diego. There were lots of boats tied up at docks in an area enclosed by a seawall; some boats were large, many small, some new, and many showed their years and signs of the hard work they’d been put to. The working vesicles far out numbered the pleasure craft at the wharf. It was such a quaint picture; it looked like a scene from a century or more ago, juxtaposed with the high-rise sky scrapers of a thriving modern city.
“I just love this. Where’s my camera?” I said and I started fumbling though my purse. “Here it is.”
I held my camera up and framed the scene in the viewing screen — the bright sunlight made it difficult to see the little screen; a failing of modern digital cameras. I zoomed in and got a couple shots of some of the more interesting boats.
“Could you take one of me with the boats in the background?” I asked John, holding out the camera to him. “Here … just press this button half way until it makes a little sound then push it the rest of the way.” Later, I discovered that John is an amateur photographer and probably knew more about my camera than I did.
“OK, big smile.” He said as I stood next to a large concrete stanchion with huge chains attached to both sides. They looked like anchor chains, attaching the column to concrete pillars on either side, which in turn, ringed the wharf to keep people from falling into the water.
“Hold it; let me take a couple more … that’s the secret to getting a good shot.” He said. He took a few seconds to look over my camera and pressed or twisted a few things and then took several more pictures.
“Here … I put everything back on automatic for you.” He said, returning my camera to me.
“OK, now your turn.” I said. “Go stand over there.” I pointed at the concrete pillar.
“Oh no, no … you don’t have to …” He protested.
“No, I want to … now get going … please?” I said, employing one of those feminine tricks that girls all learn as we grow up … I pouted.
“Alright.” John said reluctantly and went over and stood where I’d asked him to.
I snapped a shot. “Wait … let me get another.” I zoomed in and got another shot from the waist up. “One more …” Then I zoomed in more and got a close up of his face. I felt all tingly with excitement. The feeling of moisture between my legs had returned.
What am I doing, I thought, I’m married, I love my husband, I’m half his age … hell, he’s old enough to be my father … but damn, there’s something about him …
“OK. That’s it.” I said. “Isn’t it about time for us to be getting back?”
“Yes, I think you’re right.” He said. We walked back towards the convention hall.
“I really enjoyed having lunch with you, John.” I said. “And I’m really looking forward to dinner tonight.” I said as we re-entered the building.
“Me too. Do we have any sessions in common this afternoon?” He asked. We compared our schedules and saw that we did not.
“OK, well I guess I’ll see you at seven-thirty then.” He gave me his room number in case something should come up and I needed to call and cancel. I think, as a shy person, he probably expected me to bail on him.
“I’m in fourteen oh two, and I can’t imagine any reason why I wouldn’t join you. See you later John.” And we parted company.
For the rest of the afternoon I was very fidgety and the meetings seemed to be competing with molasses to see which could go slower on a winter’s day. I confess — I kept taking my little camera out and sneaking peeks at the pictures I took of John at lunch time. Whenever I did, I felt a tightness in my chest and tingling in a very private area.
After the last meeting session, I went back to the hotel. As I walked back, I kept looking around hoping to see John, but I didn’t. When I got to my room, I called Phil on my cell and gave him a brief synopsis of my day, well, of the conference anyhow — I left out the details of lunch.
“So what are you doing this evening?” My husband asked.
“Oh, I’m going to have a nice relaxing bath, grab a bite to eat here at the hotel and then hit a movie — there’s one of those big multiplex things a few blocks from the hotel … I asked at the front desk before I came up.” I lied to husband. “I’m not sure what time I’ll be back … if its not too late, I’ll call.”
“I’ve got an early flight tomorrow, so I’ll be hitting the sack early … probably by ten.” He said.
“OK, so I’ll probably just call tomorrow evening then. Love you babe, good night.” I said.
After talking with my hubby, I did indeed have that long hot soak in the tub. After my bath, I put on sheer black thigh high stockings. Then I pulled a tiny black thong up my legs and over my hips; it was little more than a g-string, really. I did my make-up and then went to my closet and removed the little black cocktail dress I’d brought with me in case there was some special event at the conference I might need to be dressed up for — I had no idea when I’d packed for the trip if I’d need it, or not. It wasn’t an extremely dressy garment, but rather a little dress that could double as a cocktail party dress or just a nice dress for dinner in a classy restaurant. I just hoped John didn’t show up in jeans because then I really would look over dressed.

-7-
“This has been an important and exciting year for our sorority,” said Jessie, House President, to the assembled sisters of the Northeastern University chapter of Alpha Gamma Tran. Today was a very special day. It was the annual Commencement Ceremony which marked a successful end to the school year. All the girls had gathered in their sorority house’s spacious common room, including Molly and Gina, two sorority sisters who had been having a secret relationship over the past few months.
Molly, a freshman, had fallen in love with Gina, a sophomore, soon after they moved in together as roommates. Not a day went by that Molly would not try to sneak a peek at Gina in the shower or admire Gina’s body in skimpy underwear when she wasn’t looking. Not a night went by that Molly would not watch Gina sleep and dream they were cuddling together, naked, below shared blankets. Molly was painfully aware of how foolish these thoughts were, though. Gina had never shown any interest in other girls and Molly was afraid of being shunned by the other sisters if they discovered she was bisexual. It was sad, but not worth the risk.
And Molly had another secret besides her love for Gina. It was a deeper, darker secret which she knew she could not reveal to anyone. If word got around, she feared she would be forced out of the sorority, ostracized by her classmates, and lose Gina as a potential lover and as a friend. Molly was a transsexual, a shemale. Years ago, she had been living a lie as a boy and decided to become a woman. Supported by her family, Molly underwent mental and hormonal therapy until her breasts and hips developed, her hair and voice softened, and she had perfected her female look. She lived as a girl and no one knew about the penis and testicles nestled comfortably in her panties.
Then, an amazing, impossible, wonderful thing happened. Gina discovered Molly’s true feelings for her and, much to Molly’s surprise and delight, Gina reciprocated, admitting her love for and attraction to Molly. And, most importantly of all, Gina turned out to be a transsexual as well. They shared their love, their secret, and their bed. The two shemale sorority sisters made love every night, did everything together (including shower), and Molly could not have been happier.
Jessie’s voice brought Molly back to the present. She looked around at her Alpha Gamma sisters. Jessie, a gorgeous Italian girl with mocha skin, brown hair, and hazel eyes was in the seat of honor. Three members of the six-member House Board sat to her left and right. Vanessa, Lily, Katie, Lindsay, Kelly, and Rochelle were the most beautiful girls in the House aside from Jessie (and aside from Gina, of course.) The rest of the sisters sat in a large circle, each wearing ceremonial purple robes. Molly was instructed to wear nothing underneath and assumed the others had been too. It was a bit strange, but the Commencement Ceremony was intended to be mysterious.
“Many great things have happened to Alpha Gamma sisters all over the country,” said Jessie. “Our sister, Britney Spears from Louisiana, is topping all the charts.” The girls applauded. “Our sister, Julia Roberts, has won an Academy Award.” More applause. “Even the governor of our state is an Alpha Gamma sister. Now, it is time for our Commencement Ceremony. Our freshman sisters have no idea what to expect. Our upper-class sisters know it all too well.” Jessie smiled. “Let the ceremo