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It was after rush hour, traffic was light and I was l driving leisurely along, running the overheard conversation between Gail and Dawn through my mind. My zip was down and I was rubbing my wee wee (that's what Gail called it) and my shaven pubes. I was rock hard and I knew I had to get out of the mood before I could get out of the car (giggle). My frustration was such that I was ready to cum just from fondling myself. I had to force myself to keep from surrendering to my desires and masturbate. I was going to need every bit of stamina for the ladies tonight.
The address was in a strip mall located in a seedy part of town. The business was located between a shabby lookin bar and an adult bookstore. Kinda gives you an idea. I was a few minutes early but decided to get it over with. I was so petrified that I was actually shaking. I also had a warm glow in the pit of my stomach in anticipation of what was to cum.
As I walked toward the building the rough material of my trousers rubbing against my shaved privates was soooo sensuous I thought I'd swoon. I had eightysixed my shorts back at the office. They were cum stained and got in the way of my roving fingers. Suddenly, I had what I would call a spontaneous orgasm. I gasped and grabbed my groin trying to prevent myself from ejaculating. I remember that it was the most intense orgasm of my life. I could feel my wee wee pulsating as it pumped all that thick hot cream through my sensitive glans. A product of my self denial and busy digits ; ) Even now I get hard thinking back on it. Well, as hard as I can get now.
Fuck! I now had a gigantic wet spot on my slacks. I couldn't go in there looking like I pissed myself. Or worse yet, to look like I shot my wad into my pants. Or worse than that....somebody else did. I wasn't going to let this stop me. I removed my suit coat, folded it over my arm and hid my accident behind the coat. Problem solved, I boldly strolled into the establishment and presented myself to the gentleman(?) behind the counter.
"Hi, my name is ...ah....ah... Susan Roberts and I believe I have an appointment." I could feel the heat creeping up on me. I think it was being generated in my wee wee. That insatiable little devil was at it again.
"Ah yes, Ms Roberts" the guy replied, Dawn and her friend told me all about you. I think it's super that you want to explore your feminine self. Dawn left explicit instructions with Mona so you don't have to worry your pretty little head. Just proceed down the hall to the second door and Mona will do your procedures. My name is Steven by the way, but my friends call me Stephanie. Here's my card and if there is anything, and I do mean anything, please don't hesitate to call. Don't forget to ask for Stephanie he said and winked."
I had expected a biker type. You know, big and hairy with numerous piercings and tattoos. This guy was actually quite cute. Petite and delicate looking, he had cupid lips (probably collagen) and was wearing just a bare hint of makeup. You had to really look close to see it but it was there. He had longish blonde hair tied in a single pigtail and startling blue eyes. I thought he made a believable woman and wasn't a bad looking guy. I wondered which "pretty little head" he was talkin about. I bet it wasn't the one on my shoulders. I'll bet he'd have sucked the cum out of my slacks if I'd have asked him. Or, not even ask him, just show it to him and point. It was such a power rush. I just knew that he would make good on the "anything" bit and vowed to take him up on it in the future.
I took the card from his manicured fingers. Yup, a manicure with a pearl nail polish. I glanced at the card, gazed up at him, and gushed, "Thank you so much Stephanie. You can rely on my getting a hold of you real soon." I winked and gave him a wicked grin, leaving no doubt in his mind of what I meant. Gail and Dawn would love to get their hooks into him and so would I. Turning I wiggled down the hall, hoping that Stephanie was gettin an eyeful. Stephanie was the first gay guy that had ever come on to me and I was truly flattered. What's wrong with me? Why did I tease him like that? I realized that I was being a bit of a cock tease and wondered what it would be like to get it on with a girl like myself. Mister Happy was starting to stir again. I noticed that over the last two days I'd pretty much given up the pretext of thinking of myself as a male. More and more I was identifying with my feminine and submissive side. I even referred to my cock as my wee wee as Gail had suggested. After all girls have wee wee's. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mona introduced herself and had me sit in a dentist like chair. "Susan how about a nice cup of tea to relax you" Mona inquired?
I said that I thought tea would be lovely. We chatted about my Susan persona while I sipped my tea, the focus being how understanding my wife was and my acceptance of her outing me. I think there must have been a little something extra in the tea because before long I was completely relaxed. I felt like I was floating on a cloud, completely disconnected from my surroundings. I was totally compliant and receptive to whatever Mona suggested. She said that she noticed the wet spot on my slacks and asked me how it happened. I amazed myself by relating all that had happened that day culminating in my spontaneous orgasm in the parking lot. I was so comfortable that the telling resulted with just a smidgen of embarrassment. Mona smiled at me knowingly and announced that we should get started. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The next thing I remembered Mona was holding a mirror in front of me and dangling from my ear lobes were the biggest hoop earrings that I've ever seen. They actually brushed my shoulders when I turned my head. My nipples were standing proud. Pushed out by the steel rings that went through them. They were not gigantic but they were thick. Actually they weren't through my nips. They went through the fleshy part of my breasts just after my aureole They sure made my nipples stick out.
''And take a look at this young lady," Mona said. She reached out and cupped my wee wee in her warm hand.
This ring was smaller, but not much. It went through the under side of my foreskin and out through the open end. Where the two ends were secured with a ball nut (no doubt it was epoxied to prevent removal). I was surprised that there was virtually no pain as opposed to my throbbing breasts.
"There's one more" she said and guided my hand past my little nut sack to another ring behind my scrotum. "The way this works is that after it heals, Dawn can pull your wee wee to the back ring secure the two together with a tiny, tiny lock, and baby you are in 'lock down' for however long she wants. Consider yourself a very lucky girl. Gail, that's the woman D calls daddy, wanted to have you gelded and sold as a pony girl. Better sense prevailed and they settled on this."
I was astounded and about to reply when from behind me I heard, "Excuse me Susan but do you mind terribly if I take a quick peek to?" I glanced over my shoulder and it was Stephanie. She had changed her cloths and was now wearing one of those sweater dress things with heels and an incredibly sexy blouse. She looked HOT! Suddenly I realized that I was buck ass naked. The tea must have worn off. I was acutely aware of my nakedness in font of these fully clothed strangers and tried to cover myself with my hands.
My hands, my hands. I had extensions on my nails and a coat of hot pink varnish on them. Looking further I saw that my toes matched my fingernails. What has happened to me? Why did they do this to me? I was close to tears.
"Oh, come on sugar, your one of us now. Its just us girls, you show me yours and I'll show you mine." This was said by Stephi in a teasing way as she slid around me to get a full frontal view. "You don't need to cover yourself in front of me my dear. You have a delectable body and I'd so love to see more of it. I have a set of rings just like yours."
Steeling myself, I slowly, and I think provocatively, presented my private parts for her inspection. This was probably the most humiliating experience that I'd had so far (you ain't read nothin yet). She pointed at my privates and exclaimed, "That is the most precious little prick I've ever seen. And such a long yummy foreskin mmmmm. Girl, I could just eat you up. Oh look it's gettin all stiff but he can't get his cute little head past the opening. Does it feel good when the underside of your pee pee slides along the ring?"
I was at a complete loss for words and wanted to melt into the floor. I started to mumble somethin unintelligible when Mona came to my rescue.
"Stephanie, if you don't get out of here, I'm going to put you in lock down and let you tell your husband why", Mona said. Quit sniffn around Susan or I'll tell hubby and he'll keep you locked up for six months. She needs to get dressed now and get home to the ladies."
Mona shooed Stephanie out of room, grabbed something from a cabinet, turned and said: "Here! Put these on. 'These' were denier stockings and an old fashioned panty girdle with garters. "Be sure to tuck your wee wee." This was followed by a barely suppressed giggle.
I started with the nylons, my wee wee began to harden in anticipation of the gossamer sheaths' about to encase my smooth legs. I had the first nylon almost to mid thigh when my pickle began to drip pre cum. When both nylons were snug and I reached for the girdle Mona barked at me:
"WHOA! WHOA! You can't put your new panty on while your leaking jizz all over the place. I guess I'm goin to have to milk you. Up on table young lady, on your hands and knees. Your going to get your first pelvic. And I hope your first anal orgasm." That was said while pulling on a pair of gloves. "Hurry now, or shall I call Stephanie in to help?"
I couldn't get on the table fast enough. I felt so humiliated and vulnerable. The absolute worse thing for me, would be for Stephanie to witness my degradation. If this keeps up I wont need to be milked. As if reading my mind, Mona placed a small bowl beneath my pickle to collect the overflow. It was up to me to make sure that it got in the bowl. A couple swats on my bare bum assured my compliance. I wish the bowl was a wash tub.
Mona forced my legs apart by nudging me and reinforced it with a painful pinch to my inner thigh. "I leave my mark on all the girls that I milk" she said. Parting my cheeks I soon felt warm air passing across my anus followed by something soft and wet. I hoped it was lube. It was lube all right. It was her tongue and her slow probing was driving me insane.
She stopped reaming my rosette long enough to say "Don't you dare ejaculate until you have my permission." I then felt her gloved hand glide past my ring and softly fondle my little pink purse. I was on a sexual high. It was the best and the worst. Nobody had ever licked me there before and the feeling was so intense that I thought I would faint. I could hear myself making little whimper sounds and moaning. I raised one hand and began tugging on my nipple rings hoping that the pain would blot out what was being done to me.
It seemed to work because I didn't cum and the next thing I knew, her tongue was replaced by her finger and her other hand was no longer massaging my purse. "Little girl, would you like me to finger fuck you? Mona whispered in my ear. "Tell me what you want."
By this time I was desperate and thrust backwards wantonly trying to get more of her finger in me. I was wishing that she had the hands of a blacksmith at the time.
"Oh, yes yes" I begged shamelessly. "Please finger fuck me. Use two fingers and fuck me like the slut I am." I felt like a slut. Naked, on my hands and knees and begging this virtual stranger to finger fuck me.
"Where do you want it " she hissed?
"In m m my p p pu pusie" I replied. I instinctively said my opening was my pussie, knowing that that was what she wanted me to say.
"Tell me then, little girl"
"I'm a slut I gasped please finger fuck my pussie until I cum."
With that said I felt her finger glide into my chute, soon to be joined by its partner. They wiggled and explored and I was ready to climb the wall.
"Finger fuckin can be nice but I'd really enjoy fist fuckin you. Perhaps another time. Hmmm?"
"Yes, some other time. Please let me cum now."
"Oh all right. You sure wont last long with the ladies. Not only are you practically dickless but you have no stamina. I'm goin to massage your prostate now so get ready to make a deposit in the bowl.
Her words crushed me but I didn't have long to dwell on it because her fingers brushed against prostrate. The cum came out of my pickle in a torrent. I could feel the viscous fluid pulsating out of me but I didn't get the usual breathlessness and thrill that I normally get. I felt unfulfilled and cheated. The only thing that milking accomplished was that I was now running on empty in the cum tank.
"OK, put on your panty girdle and will finish getting you dressed."
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