A new day.......
The bright sun was peeping between the blinds when I awoke the next morning. I stretched languorously, reveling in the feel of my silk night shirt as it brushed against my glans. It felt like tiny little fingers were caressing my rapidly expanding member. I lay there squirming trying to enhance the feeling while thoughts of the previous evenings events slowly came back to me.
After Andrea had called and threatened to come visit, "to get to the bottom of what was going on," and Mistress had laughingly told me what I should do or what she would do if she was present when sister arrived, I panicked and began to bawl like a baby. Mistress Jennifer took pity on me, cuddled me to her and whispered hotly in my ear all the obscenities we would heap on Andrea if she had a hissy fit. Jen alternated murmuring huskily in my ear and kissing me wetly on the neck while rubbing my silken covered mound as she had taught me to do. Her diligent attentions soon had the desired effect. My tears and trembling sobs were soon replaced by soft moaning and torrid panting. I was right on the edge of a really good cum when Mistress stopped her petting and left me hanging.... Once again unfulfilled! When I began humping her leg, like the wanton whore that I had become, She pushed me forcefully away and announced that I had cum enough times for one day. I was to refrain from having orgasms until she specifically allowed them. The punishment for disobeying that order would be to wear a chastity belt. She went on to explain that she wanted my cum to be especially thick and ropey and the only way to achieve that was through abstinence. The thought of my cock trapped in a chastity device sent a shudder through me and I readily agreed to refrain from cumming unless I had her permission.
My black goddess told me that I was a good girl and for sucking her cock like a professional slut, she would give me a reward. I would be permitted to open one of the boxes that I had hauled into the house. The choice of which box would of course be hers'. At the time I remember, the unspoken thought that ran through my mind was: "Open a box? Big fucking deal"!........Smiling now and thinking of how wrong I was.
We were in the foyer and Mistress slid one of the boxes to my feet, pointed at it and ordered sternly "OPEN IT"! Upon opening the rather large container, I was pleasantly surprised to discover a potpourri of feminine items. Lacey bras in various colors and styles with matching panties and garter belts, some of the panties were crotchless. Jen informed me that I was to wear those backwards to allow her easy access to my boy pussy when the time was appropriate. There was a Victorian corset (corset training would be starting soon I was told), that came to just below my breasts. It laced up the back was heavily boned, and had four garters on each side. Mmmmmmm I couldn't wait to begin the training. Thinking of my body firmly confined in the rigid garment, wearing it twenty-four seven so that it would shape and mold my frame gave me goose bumps. The added thought of the eight garters pulling snugly on my nylons (Yes, there were nylons in there to), had my little pee pee stirring again.
Slide on high heel pumps with a three inch lift, open toes and covered with faux fur were also included. The discovery of silken night wear, all kinds of makeup, and costume jewelry had me beaming with delight. On a drunken whim one time, I had gone to get a stud put in my ear and not knowing which was the appropriate ear, had both ears pierced. I was dripping to wear the three inch hoop earrings or the long rhinestone shoulder sweepers with the wide rhinestone choker. I figured that the choker would go over my "bitch collar" when Mistress took me out in public. That is if she allowed me to cover the collar. I discovered a wig, auburn in color, shoulder length and a mass of unruly curls. I shook it out, pulled it on, adjusted it and plucked at the curls so that they framed my face nicely. Madame told me that the hair piece looked cute on me and I didn't look so butch ............. Progress ; )
I was vaguely disturbed to uncover the affore mentioned chastity device. It consists of a rather thick curved tubular piece, made from hard molded rubber, designed to fit tightly over the penis, completely sheathing it. The inside had a pebbly texture, sure to cause discomfort for the wearer in the event of an erection. The thickness insured that there would be no motion or friction sensations transferred to the captured member. Tapering towards the glans end it has a small opening allowing for the wearer to tinkle when need be. There is an eyelet at the tapered end where a plastic covered steel cable goes to a tension devise located on the flesh colored belt in the back by the locking mechanism. Two more cables run from the flared end at the base in a V and are attached to the belt in front with rivets. With the device in place the penis is pulled between the legs and secured in back and locked. The flare at the base forces the gonads up towards the body cavity and creates a mons not unlike a woman's pubis. I vowed then and there that I would do nothing to require the wearing of this torture implement.
"Wana try it on "? she asked with a devilish smile and a wink. "You wont be able to take my meat up your sweet ass but you'll still be able to suck me off. It'll be definitely messy when you take a dump. But if you squat to piss, as you should, that function shouldn't be a problem.
Shaking my head no, I dropped to my knees at her feet and began to kissing and sucking on her toes. I let Mistress Jennifer know that I was totally devoted to her and would do absolutely nothing to disobey or break her rules. I begged her not to make me wear that terrible belt.
The exploration of the container kinda lost its' luster after the discovery of the chastity belt. I did find an other set of breast forms much larger than the set I was wearing. They appeared to be a full D cup and probably would look unnaturally large on my slender frame. I also noted that there were no bras with large enough cups to support those beauties. Mmmm interesting. An other interesting find were five video cassettes. Three of them were "A GUIDE FOR THE EMERGING TRANSVESTITE" in three chapters, the other two were untitled. Mistress Jennifer told me I was forbidden to view the untitled tapes unless she was present.
Having gone through the contents Jen told me that this was just a sample of the feminine delights that awaited me in the other boxes. All this had belonged to the previous Vanessa but now belonged to me. She went on to say that my predecessor and I not only looked alike but were the same size as well, "you could be twin sisters."
Madame then announced that I had had enough excitement and was ordered off to bed. Before going to bed Mistress removed the locks from the platform heels and bitch collar saying that I could now wear any shoes that I liked as long as they had at least a three inch heel. The bitch collar however was to be worn at all times except when I was sleeping or bathing. She said that she had some work to do in our office (our office?), and would be gone when I awoke, but would return sometime tomorrow afternoon. Damn I thought, I was hoping she'd bed me. : (
Taking off the platforms and slipping into the fur covered pumps, I donned the silk nightshirt, gave Mistress a hug and a chaste kiss and scampered happily off to bed. .............................................................................. .........................................
I stretched once more, again reviling in the silky feel of the night shirt as it caressed my body. No more time to lay there getting all worked up. The consequences of an unauthorized cum were to sever. Today was going to be a glorious day, spent enfemme doing "girl" things. The first order of business was a nice soak in the tub with plenty of perfumed bubbles. I needed to get rid of all the dried cum on my stomach and pubis. Padding to the bathroom I was again reminded of the silky feel of my nighty as it brushed against my sensitive glans. Not wanting to get all worked up and distracted, I paused to put on the thong panties I had removed prior to bedie bye. As I pulled up the panties the feel of the thong as it was pulled past my rose bud came close to defeating the purpose. After preparing my bath I rolled a joint poured myself a glass of wine and climbed into the hot bubbly water.
As I lay there letting the wine and the weed take its affect, I thought back over the last three days, marveling at all that had transpired and how I came to be a slut to a black shemale enchantress. Even now I flushed with embarrassment as I remembered how Jennifer paraded me through the bar wearing makeup and carrying her purse. Having to go back to the saloon the next day and Melanie catching me jerking off in the rest room. Her forcing me (all right, she really didn't use force) to suck her cock and her wiping the cum that I hadn't swallowed on my face. My neighbor seeing me dressed, (and at least in one instance undressed) as a tart sucking Mistresses black tube steak. Mmmm my mouth began to water thinking of that fat black cock and how good it tasted when it erupted in my mouth. I think the ultimate humiliation was when Mistress pissed on me to wash away the accumulated jissim. I smiled hoping she would do it again soon.
Getting back to Jill, I remember that one day while up on the roof, adjusting the TV antenna I spied my brother-in-law James and Jill frolicking naked in her pool. Getting out of the pool Jill laid on her tummy on the diving board, legs spread and hanging over on each side. James soon had his face buried in her ass and she was bucking up and down on the board while he tongue fucked her ass. I wondered if Andrea knew what her hubby and her dearest friend were up to? Not wanting to be seen spying, I ducked down and filed there actions away for possible use at another time. I think that time has cum (there's that word again). I realized I had leverage over both of them. YESSSSSSSSS! Power!
All of a sudden I was having conflicting desires. On the one hand I wanted to be the submissive slut for my ebony queen and on the other I wanted to dominate somebody. Well, this conundrum should fuck up my head even more then it already is. Perhaps Mistress Jen would allow me to have a maid. After all if I'm to start corset training I'll need someone to lace up my stays. Fasten my nylons to my garters. Kiss my ass and suck my dick. Mmmm which one should it be? Jill or James? I giggled at the thought of James dressed in a frilly maids costume. I always thought he acted kind of wimpy in a feminine sort of way. I wondered how big his cock is and if he's circumcised. Sense sucking Jens uncut cock, I just loooove my meat uncircumcised. Andrea had dominated and brow beat him for years. He must like it or why would he put up with her bullshit all this time. Yes, I decided James would make a lovely maid, Andrea already had him partially trained. I was pretty sure Jen would allow it and she might even help me snag her. I mean him (giggle).
I had just finished shaving my legs and the small patch of curls on my pubis when my thoughts were interrupted by the harsh ringing of the phone. I settled back to let the machine pick up, admiring my perky nipples and painted toes peeking out of the waning suds.
"John it's Andrea." This was in a much calmer tone then last night. "I got your E-mail inviting James and I over for cocktails tonight. Just letting you know that we'll be over around sixish. Bye"........
HOLY SHIT! What has Mistress Jennifer done now? I scrambled from the tub, and heeding J's orders put on my bitch collar and slid my feet into a pair of spiked heeled sandals before clicking my way to the office. Pulling out the hard backed chair, I was startled to discover that there was a black seven inch dildo firmly bonded to the seat. Business end up. Trying to type standing in front of the computer was awkward but I wasn't sittin on that black dong without some lube....... Although, I was tempted. I saw right away that Jen had added her screen name to my AOL account and when I tried to log into my screen name, discovered that she had changed my password. Damn and double damn! If I changed it back she'd catch me, and then there would be real hell to pay. Well, nothing to do but carry on my day as I had planned. Maybe Mistress would call later and give me the password, then I'd be able to find out what she said in the E-mail to Andrea.
Wearing only my wig, Vanessa chain, bitch collar and high heeled slides (this was becoming my normal attire) I began emptying the rest of the boxes of all the goodies that I had inherited from the other Vanessa. This little project took the better part of three hours because I kept holding different articles up to my bod to see how they might look on me. My stupid prick looked ridiculous when I held up the various outfits, but I decided not to put on panties because I was enjoying the relative freedom.
Please forgive me, dear reader by boring you with all these details of my day doing girl things, but it was so wonderful and sensuous that I just had to share it with someone.
Still naked, I was curled up on the couch in the den watching the transvestite guide tapes. I had plucked and shaped my eyebrows earlier (I never realized how much pain was involved in being pretty) and painted my toe and finger nails and was just killing time when I remembered the alteration that Mistress had made to the office chair. As if in a dream I got up and went into the office, stopping on the way to get the tube of KY out of my purse. Once in the office I knelt in front of the altered chair and began to lick and suck the veined prick, working myself into a heated frenzy imagining it was my Queens cock. When I could wait no longer I squeezed some KY on to the plum like head and smeared it on lovingly.
My legs trembled as I lowered myself to the glistening cock head and I shuddered as the black phallus kissed my boy cunt. Lowering myself more, my pussie lips parted and when the rubber prick entered my love tunnel I squealed in rapturous delight. Throwing caution to the wind, I sank down until my balls were resting on the chair. With the dildo buried deep in my bowels, a hairs breadth from my prostate, I began to wiggle and grind trying for the ultimate orgasm. Oh how I wished that it was Jennifer's ebony sausage fucking me. I wanted her to ride me bareback so that I could experience her hot seed exploding within me and feel the cum running down my legs as it leaked from my cunt. Rising and plunging rhythmically, taking the full seven inches in my burning cunt, I was on the verge of my first cum of the day when the phone rang................
Vanessa