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Making of a Mistress


Is a dominatrix born or made? Read on and decide.



Chapter 1 - Susan - Susan and Judy's early sexual experiences
Chapter 2 - Karen - Ken's early sexual experience
Chapter 3 - Susan Again - Susan and Ken's first session
Chapter 4 - Susan Gains Control - Susan gains sexual dominance
Chapter 5 - A Girl and her Toys - Susan learns how to use toys
Chapter 6 - A Girl's Best Friend - Susan learns more toys
Chapter 7 - Judy - Judy returns
Chapter 8 - Two Girls and a Boy - Susan/Judy/Ken's 1st session
Chapter 9 - Four Girls and a Boy - Helen and her k** sister join
Chapter 10 - Kathy - Girls finally get their sexual satisfaction
Chapter 11 - The Girl's Club - high-school girl-dom club
Chapter 12 - The Women's Club - Adult woman-dom club
Chapter 13 - Marital Assistance - Happy ending

-=o=-

I am writing this series of stories for the enjoyment of Helen,
my wife/mistress. I suppose I ought to tell you the history
before I get into the fiction.

It all started when I was 8 years old. It was raining and I was
at the house of my mother's friend across town while my mother
was at a doctor's appointment. I never had much to do with Susan,
the 6-year-old girl who lived there. I saw her on the rare
occasions of my mother's visits, but these visits were usually
short, and I never played much with her. On this occasion, Susan
was visited by her 13-year old cousin, Judy.

Susan's mom got called away to rescue her husband whose car had
broken down. As soon as she left, Judy suggested that we play
some games. Eventually, it evolved into "show me yours and I'll
show you mine" between Susan and I. Somehow, Susan kept her
clothes on, and so did Judy. I was only one who wound up naked.

Judy suggested playing "dress up" with me using some of her old
clothes, and we played a few games when I didn't have my clothes
on, including one where we bounced a rubber ball around. The
girls rubbed the ball against my penis in the course of play, and
it felt good.

I got dressed, and eventually, the day ended. Susan's mom came
home, I went home. Judy went home, and I hardly ever saw Susan
again.

All of this would have been just another c***dhood memory, one
that is not all that uncommon. Except ... the experience grew
within me. I started to have special feelings every time I though
about it. I liked being told what to do by a girl, enjoyed
playing with myself using the rubber ball, and enjoyed being
dressed like a girl.

As I reached puberty, I learned how to masturbate myself with a
rubber ball, and built up a whole fantasy world around the
incident. I recorded these fantasies in writing.

I should have destroyed these stories when I got married, but I
didn't, and my wife found them. She made me explain them to her,
and started to exploit my submissive side. She made me get rid of
all the stories that didn't feature the girls being in charge and
had me fill in the remaining stories.

I am now ready for publication. My mistress has me sit down at
the computer several times a week for an hour to work on the
stories. If I have writer's block, she has the cure. She makes me
read the stories and pieces I already have and she denies me
relief.

I can go a day or two without relief before I start having lurid
and vivid sexual dreams. About once a month, mistress kicks me
out of bed at 3 AM to start recording them.

The stories are fiction, but they are based on some elements of
truth. Any similarities between the girls in the story and girls
in my life, and the boy in the story and myself is quite
intentional. Mistress Helen, sees herself in several of the
characters and has made some suggestions on how these characters
should act.

I knew how to do some of the things described in the story before
meeting my mistress, and with her help and experimentation, I
learned how to do more. We tested almost all of the techniques
described in the stories and use many of them to this day.

So, without further ado:

-=o=-

Making of a Mistress

Pornography is usually produced by men for men. Quite often books
that are sexually explicit are derogatory to females. This is not
one of those stories. This is a series of stories in which the
females are on top. It features female domination as seen through
the eyes of a young woman. We follow her story as it progresses
from an essentially innocent game of "show me yours and I'll show
you mine" to her becoming a quite accomplished dominatrix.

Girls usually have the upper hand earlier in life until society
starts conditioning them for more traditional roles. They develop
better physical skills (not to mention physical size and
strength) at an earlier age than boys. They reach a level of
mental maturity faster, than their male counterparts and have
more highly developed social skills at a much earlier age. They
quickly learn to cooperate with other members of their sex, and
more readily form alliances against boys.

The earlier school grades reinforce these feminine values:
teachers value social skills, being quiet and obedient in class,
playing nice with others, cooperation instead of competition, and
using small motor skill on projects instead of large muscle
groups on the ball field. It isn't until external factors put
emphasis on sports and technology -- two fields where females are
discouraged from participating -- that they lose the edge. At
this point, they are still to young to defend themselves against
it.

However, during her middle c***dhood years (between about six and
twelve), a girl is, in most measures, superior to her male peers.
Parents are quick to jump to the conclusion that the c***d's
world is as male dominated as the adult world, and therefore,
adults conclude that it must be the boy who is the instigator of
sex games among c***dren. This is not always the case.

Girls are more clannish than boys and their alliances spread
across a wider age group. It is not unlikely to find an older
girl mentoring her younger sister in a number of the feminine
arts including sex.

Whether she discovers it as a result of peer play, or as a result
of being shown by an older girl, nearly every girl knows what a
penis looks like by the time she starts grade school. For most
girls, looking isn't enough; they also experiment with handling
and playing with a penis as well.

Boys, on the other hand, find out about the "mysteries" of sex at
a later age. Almost all find out on a "hit or miss" basis, or get
garbled information through their peer group. By the time a boy
reaches junior high he is left to masturbate over pictures in
magazines. Meanwhile, his "sisters" had handled the real thing
about half a decade before.

This is a story of Susan and her friends, and how they use
ordinary, every day rubber items to masturbate and dominate boys.
However, the story has something for people of all walks of life.

This story is for men who like women since it provides techniques
that any male can appreciate and enjoy. Even if the man doesn't
have a rubber fetish, he'll find the variety of sexual
stimulations exciting. If the man is a rubber lover, then he will
really enjoy the attention given to his cock. The women in their
lives will find these games non-threatening and possibly pleasing
as well.

This story is for men without partners. Most of the techniques
described can be performed by one's self on one's self although
some may require modification. It is generally more fun to have
somebody else perform the actual masturbation, but the solitary
man can have hours of fun by himself.

This story is for boys. Young men don't have access to a frequent
sexual partner. Their sex drive is high, and they need a safe and
pleasurable way for them to explore their own bodies. As
mentioned above, boys can learn how to perform these acts on
themselves. Any boy lucky enough to have an older (or younger)
sister, or other female relative, or maybe even a trusting girl
neighbor, can teach her the techniques easily. Younger girls are
generally more willing to experiment, and accept such an offer.

This story is for men who prefer men. Although the story depicts
a young girl and her girlfriends in charge, there is no reason
that the controlling end of the rubber must be female.

This story is for women who like men. It provides them with a
means for providing sexual gratification to their mates when
conventional methods are not appealing or desired. It describes
to them alternate means to induce sexual excitement (and in some
cases, sexual control) in their partners.

But mostly, it is for girls. Young girls have the interest and
the enthusiasm for play. For some reason, an 8-year-old female is
more willing to take control over sexual experimentation than a
girl twice her age. A young girl quickly learns that boys have
something she doesn't, and this gives rise to "penis envy."
Providing her with a doll that is anatomically correct merely
increases the anxiety. This story provides her with a means to
reduce her penis envy by learning penis control.

As she gets older, a girl is still caught up with the
realization, that the external society favors males. She needs a
way to feel that she can compete, and have control over some
things in her life. Penis control provides some of this relief.
It is safe, spontaneous, and it can be done quickly and privately
or as a planned activity in a group. It requires no special
equipment. Every girl owns a pair of sneakers, and it is not at
all unreasonable for her to have a rubber ball or two, along with
a bathing cap.

This story depicts scenes of group sex play (many girls to a
boy). Studies indicate that this is often the case, and that it
is more common for two (or more) girls to play with a boy than a
single girl alone. Such play does not always diminish as the
girls get older, as many a sorority stunt will prove. The girl
who is lucky enough to have a boy will invariably share him with
her girlfriends. As the "owner" of the boy, she earns a certain
amount of esteem. Other girls will revere her as a teacher. She
will teach them how not to fear men.

Mistress Helen and I hope you enjoy the stories. Use them in good
health in your role playing.

Mule

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Making of a Mistress

WARNING

This story contains sex among consenting people not generally
considered to be legal age. See "About Making of a Mistress" for
the reasons why. If this offends you, stop reading now. The
author suggest that you view this story totally as a fantasy, and
use it only in consensual adult role playing.

This article also contains a strong female domination theme. If
this offends you, you are reading the wrong newsgroup.

E-mail always welecome.
Mule

-=o=-

Making of a Mistress
Chapter 2
KAREN

Susan's luck changed for the better about 3 months prior to her
12th birthday. That was when her cousin, Ken, moved in with her
and her mother. Ken was 15, good looking, and from the way his
jeans fit, she could see that he was well hung. Just having a
male in the house was exciting enough, and getting a view of his
cock was a challenge she had to accept.

She figured that since Ken and she shared the basement, (he in
his bedroom, Susan right next door), that the best place to do
this was in the downstairs bathroom. She arranged the blinds so
she could look in without being noticed. The bushes which
provided her the security for most of her previous sexual
conquests kept her from being seen from the street, and kept her
shadow from showing up against the window. Every time Ken went to
the bathroom, She would get to her windowside seat as fast as her
sneakers would take her.

The unfortunate part of the arrangement was that the toilet was
on the far wall, and most of the time, she only got a view of his
back as he stood there urinating. The few frontal views she did
get did little to relax her. Even from the partial views she got,
she could see that it was the largest, most beautiful male sex
organ she had ever seen. She had to get my hands on it somehow.

Things became worse (or better) once summer vacation began. Ken
would come home from baseball practice and take a shower in the
afternoon when she had a chance to watch. She couldn't see him in
the shower, but when he got out, she saw the whole show. As he
dried himself, she could see his partially erected cock sticking
out from her first view of male pubic hair. Not only was the
penis in great shape, but so was the rest of the body, especially
his rear end.

Every time she watched him, her excitement and eagerness grew.
Her hand would find itself under her shorts and in her wet
panties stroking herself. She was so frustrated by this point,
that she began a rather intensive program of playing with little
boys again. (If she couldn't have quality, she figured she'd go
for quantity).

It was while she was examining one of the little boys from down
the street in the garage that Ken caught her. He told the boy to
zip up, go home, and forget about the incident. He told Susan
that he wanted to see her in the kitchen.

When she got into the kitchen, Ken was already seated at the
table and he motioned her to sit opposite him. He immediately
calmed her greatest fears when, instead of the lecture she
expected, he told her that he wouldn't tell the boy's parents or
her mother. In fact, he seemed to be most understanding and said
that he thought it was very natural for girls to have an interest
in penises. As far as he was concerned, there was nothing wrong
with a girl wanting to do something about it. He also said that
little girls might be able to get away with it as a matter of
innocent curiosity, but girls Susan's age couldn't use that
excuse.

He realized that almost every girl knew what a penis looked like
by the time she was Susan's age, and asked her when she first
started playing with them. To Susan's surprise, she told him that
she was already a six year veteran! Susan left out the parts
about Judy and didn't tell him about her most recent voyeurism
involving him. She didn't have to, he knew! He explained that he
knew she was spying on him, which is why he gave her as much
opportunity to see his cock as he could arrange.

Before she could ask why, he explained. He was raised in a very
strict home where sex was never discussed, and he was taught to
think of his penis as a secret. His parents went through the most
elaborate arrangements to maintain modesty, and even his father
(when he still lived with him) didn't allow Ken to see his penis.

One summer, when he was 9 years old, his mother went overseas as
a personal secretary for her employer. Ken was to stay in the
employer's luxurious house to be taken care of by the house-
keeper, Mrs. Renford, who also lived there with her 6-year-old
daughter, Karen.

On the very first night, Ken found out that Mrs. Renford didn't
share his mother's view about nudity, at least male nudity. As he
was preparing for his bath, she came in to the bathroom along
with her daughter apparently to get a hair brush. He could tell
by the look on Karen's face that she had never seen a boy
undressed before. He remembered being quite embarrassed at the
moment, but later, as he lay in bed, the recollection of the
experience excited him enough to have an erection.

He decided to check out Karen's real interest, to see if she
really saw his penis by accident, or if it were a planned event.
The next morning, he worked up enough courage to offer to play a
game of "show me yours I'll show you mine" with her. Karen wasn't
willing to show herself to Ken, but she had no objection to Ken
exposing himself to her. The two of them went into the closet to
look at Ken's penis. The lighting was rather poor, so Karen had
to feel it rather than look at it. She seemed to be delighted and
giggled as she rolled it around in her fingers. Ken was getting
very excited at having his organ touched by someone else. For
some reason, the fact that the someone else didn't have a penis
of her own to play with excited him even more. Apparently, Mrs
Renford also heard the giggling and she caught them "red handed".
Mrs Renford's only comment was that they shouldn't be playing in
the closet, and they should come out where there was more light
and air.

Ken wasn't sure what to make of Mrs Renford's remarks. Perhaps
she was willing to let the c***dren play their game out in hopes
that it would bore them, and that they would eventually go onto
some other activity. However, she didn't offer any other activity
for them to do. In fact, she left them alone in Karen's room and
closed the door when she left. Karen found more and more things
to do with Ken's penis, and by lunch time, they had graduated to
playing "catch". Karen and Ken would sit on the floor facing each
other with legs spread out. Karen would roll a rubber ball
between Ken's legs. Ken discovered that if he rocked forward, he
could trap the ball under his erected penis. Sometimes, he would
rock early, and poke the ball back to Karen with the tip of his
cock, or rock far enough forward so the ball would roll up the
top of it and back down.

If Ken had doubts about Mrs Renford's intentions, they were soon
erased later that day when they went swimming in the indoor pool.
Mrs Renford and Karen were adequately dressed complete with swim
suits and bathing caps while Ken was required to go "skinny
dipping". After supper, Mrs Renford even took a hand (literally)
in Karen's experimenting. Karen was curious about erections, and
her mother was willing to demonstrate a few pointers using Ken.
She showed her daughter how to jerk him off. Ken was surprised at
how skillful she was, and wondered how she knew to keep on going
until he felt good although she had given him a hard on some time
ago. He didn't even know how to jerk off himself until she showed
him how to do it. His masturbation techniques were limited to
rubbing his penis against the mattress. He wasn't old enough at
the time to ejaculate, but that didn't stop him from jerking off
every chance he got. Although Karen didn't understand why he did
this act, she enjoyed watching him do it nonetheless.

Mrs Renford provided much more than tutoring for her daughter's
sex education benefit. She had uses for Ken, himself. Each night,
after she put Karen to bed, she would bring Ken into her room.
There, she would make him strip (if he weren't already naked, she
encouraged him to remain nude for the amusement of her daughter).
Ken didn't know what to do when he first felt her tongue in his
mouth, but he soon learned how to reciprocate. This, and her
rubbing his penis with her hand, got him going really fast. Mrs.
Renford would then take off her blouse and instructed him on how
she wanted him to kiss and suck her breasts. Finally, she would
slip off her skirt and panties leaving her clad only in a pair of
sneakers. She taught him how to eat her out, and kept him at it
for as long as she could stand it. Ken's reward came later when
she let him mount her. He had no trouble maintaining the rhythm
she wanted as she wrapped her legs around his body and used the
heels of her sneakers as spurs on his young butt to get him
going.

Ken enjoyed his activities with Mrs. Renford, but his real desire
rested with Karen. She had a real girlish enthusiasm for playing
games. Ken remarked that he found himself wishing he had the
nerve to ask other girls to play these games with him. Girls his
age would laugh at him (or so he thought), and the little girls
he might talk into it could get him in trouble. He spent most of
the last 6 years dreaming about it, or locked in his room peeking
through the blinds at the girls skipping rope or playing other
games.

- Mule

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Making of a Mistress

WARNING

This story contains sex among consenting people not generally
considered to be legal age. See "About Making of a Mistress" for
the reasons why. If this offends you, stop reading now. The
author suggest that you view this story totally as a fantasy, and
use it only in consensual adult role playing.

This article also contains a strong female domination theme. If
this offends you, you are reading the wrong newsgroup.

E-mail always welecome.
Mule

-=o=-

Making of a Mistress
Chapter 3
SUSAN AGAIN

Ken said that he was glad he caught Susan in an embarrassing
sexual situation. It confirmed her real orientation towards boys.
She was a "doer" rather than just a "looker". She wasn't
satisfied unless she could actually play with the real thing. He
commented that she needed a "safe" boy to play with. Susan didn't
need to be told that! She lamented that some girls were lucky,
they had younger brothers to experiment with. She had nobody. He
was quick to correct her. He said that she now had an older
"brother" to play with. He wanted to play with himself with Susan
watching since he started living in the house, but didn't know
how to bring up the subject. Now, he said, they had the perfect
arrangement.

Susan asked him when they could start, and he answered by
standing up and revealing his half erect cock sticking out of his
fly. Susan took him by the hand, and lead him downstairs where
she had him quickly erected to his full 7 inches. She made a
comment about how wise he was to take his penis out when he was
talking to her since there plainly wasn't enough room in his
pants for it. She suggested that he would probably be more
comfortable if he took them off.

Ken complied by getting completely undressed. This was a rare
treat for Susan since she usually didn't make her boys get
undressed due to the danger of having to do a quick coverup. At
most, she would have them pull down their pants and underwear,
although she usually worked through the boy's fly.

Susan enjoyed her close up view of Ken's body even more than
those she caught of him coming out of the shower. In addition to
a simply gorgeous cock, Ken's muscular frame accentuated his
maleness. His large chest tapered into a narrow waist pointing to
a triangle of pubic hair which nicely outlined his sexual organs.
>From the back, Susan noticed he had strong legs ending in very
cute buns.

Due to the late hour, and Susan's mother coming home from work,
they didn't have as much time to play as they desired. Susan
would have loved to have continued fingering him. She groped for
the words to ask him to do what she wanted to see most. Somehow
asking him, "Play with yourself," didn't seem to be the right
wording. Ken put her out of her embarrassment by asking her if
she wanted to see him "jerk off." She gulped a simple "yes," and
sat on the couch while Ken knelt in front of her and masturbated.

Susan felt so honored. She saw herself as a queen with her humble
slave kneeling before her offering her his greatest gift. Susan
watched as he approached orgasm. His already enlarged cock seemed
to grow even bigger and harder. It certainly got fatter and
redder. His breaths began to come in gasps, and his entire
essence seemed to be wrapped up in his one hand. She knew that
getting a boy to this point would make him extremely vulnerable,
and she wished she knew how to get that power. She had a tough
time deciding whether to watch the reaction on his face or what
was going on with his penis. Finally, with a groan, Ken let off
with numerous jets of creamy white come right at Susan's feet. It
was the most exciting moment of her young life.

She thought of Ken's masturbation, and the depositing his come at
her feet like a cat who brings his mistress a mouse as a present --
perversely pleasant, and the ultimate in flattery. As she sat
there looking at the pools of semen between her sneakers, Susan
knew that this was something every girl should see, and she
wanted more of it.

-=o=-

When Susan saw Ken (all of him) again on the following Monday,
she had a new proposal. She told him that since she was
satisfying his fantasy, he should consider satisfying hers. (As
if she weren't getting enough already). She told him that she had
an imaginary playmate, a younger sister, in fact. She would teach
her sister all the things a girl should know. (She didn't tell
Ken that she considered one of the jobs of a big sister is to
show her little sisters what boys looked like). She proposed that
if Ken would switch his role from big brother to little sister,
she would give his penis all the attention it deserved.

Ken agreed to this, and his training (or a Susan put it, his
"feminization program") began immediately. She decided to start
him off at the beginning. She treated him as her new-born baby
sister.

Getting some of the supplies she needed wasn't all that
difficult. A trip to the supermarket had her well stocked with
baby powder, baby oil, bottles, bibs, and just about everything
else she needed except diapers. Her mother had some old diapers
from when she was a baby, but they were way too small.

At first she used towels, but then decided to make her own
diapers on the sewing machine. The "pattern" was unbelievably
simple. She had a pink bonnet that fit well enough. (Homo sapiens
are born with disproportionately big heads, their bodies sort of
grow out under it as they mature). She also had a night shirt
left over from a couple of years ago on Ken, it made a nice
dressing gown.

After she diapered him, she fed him his bottle. Ken was always a
good milk drinker as any athelete should be. He sucked his bottle
(or "bot bot" as he later came to call it) hungrily. Ken actually
enjoyed the way she hugged him as she rubbed her hand on his back
and patted it to burp him.

As he usually did in the afternoon after he ate, Ken had some
very normal biological needs. Susan waited for him to wet and
dirty his diapers. Ken, of course, obliged.

The two of them would break out of role play enough for Ken to
walk to the bathroom for his cleanup and bath.

Susan gave him his bath, making sure that everything was clean.
Ken palyed his part well enough, splashing around, and getting
Susan wet. Finally, she had him lay down as she applied the baby
oil. She divided her time equally front and back gently working
one of her fingers into his anus as she rubbed the oil into his
cute buns. She wondered how much the average mom spent rubbing
oil on her son's penis. She was sure it wasn't the 15 or so
minutes she spent.

In the following weeks, Susan engaged Ken in all kinds of little
girl's games. He was taught how to play house, was the naked
guest of honor at a tea party, and soon learned the names of all
of Susan's dolls. Of course, Susan took time out often during the
play to have Ken jerk off for her. Susan had no problem
commanding him to do so after the first day.

One of the most memorable points during Ken's training was the
day she and Ken played "dress up". They found a large selection
of women's clothes in the garage, and it provided Susan with
hours of fun. She was thoroughly amused watching Ken struggling
into a girdle and bra. Most of the clothes simply weren't built
for his physique. There was quite a noticeable bulge in front.
Susan learned quickly that bikini panties were out of the
question. Even the large, full-sized panties could barely contain
Ken's erected cock. Short shorts were totally inadequate as were
mini skirts. No matter how he tried to adjust them, his penis
stuck out somewhere.

Susan did find one outfit for him that fit rather well. She would
have preferred extremely feminine underwear, but had to settle
for plain while nylon panties (she found a pair of extra large to
hold his penis), and panty hose. She selected a grey and red
plaid, calf length skirt (on Ken it was just below the knee), and
a silk blouse with plenty of lace. She did up the wig they found
into a hair style that went along with Ken's features nicely. She
gave up on trying to teach him how to use makeup, so she wound up
applying it herself. She was extremely satisfied with the
results. Ken looked very pretty. She was disappointed that she
couldn't find any shoes to fit him. It would have been a scream
to see him tottering around in high heels.

Susan decided that classic fashion was not what she wanted in a
look for Ken. If he were to be a little girl, then he should look
like one. The wig was redone in pig tails, the frilly blouse was
turned in for a plain light blue sleeveless one, and the skirt
replaced with a denim mini skirt matching the blouse. She added
some frilly tennis panties that did nothing to hide his sex
organs. They barely kept in his testicles, and helped keep his
penis standing straight up. They did accent his rear end nicely.
The skirt was so short that it merely d****d down either side of
his penis.

Susan later supplemented the outfit with pom-pom socklettes and
light blue sneakers bought from a large women's shop. It was
exactly what she wanted; quite sporty yet very feminine. It gave
her a good view of his ass and penis (she loved to watch the way
it bounced up and down when he danced for her or played hop
scotch or jumprope), and he didn't even have to drop a stitch for
her when he masturbated so they could keep that activity
spontaneous.

While he was wearing his female apparel, Ken was the perfect
little girl. His every movement was in accordance with the sex he
was trying to portray. Even out of drag, in his regular clothes,
Susan noticed a subtle feminine gracefulness in his movements.
She was quite happy that he was starting to think like a girl.

- Mule

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Making of a Mistress

WARNING

This story contains sex among consenting people not generally
considered to be legal age. See "About Making of a Mistress" for
the reasons why. If this offends you, stop reading now. The
author suggest that you view this story totally as a fantasy, and
use it only in consensual adult role playing.

This article also contains a strong female domination theme. If
this offends you, you are reading the wrong newsgroup.

E-mail always welecome.
[email protected]
Mule

-=o=-

Making of a Mistress
Chapter 4
Susan Gains Control

Now that Susan had Ken looking and acting like a girl, she could
continue his training. She decided to teach him the "alphabet"
game. With minor changes, this game is played by little girls
everywhere under a variety of names. The version Susan played was
played by bouncing a rubber ball under her leg while reciting; "A
my name is Alice, and my husband's name is Al. We come from
Alabama to sell you Apples. B my name is Barbara ...", all to the
cadence of the bouncing ball.

Susan thought this to be a particularly good game to teach Ken
since it was a perfect "little girl's game". Aside from the words
which are uniquely from a female's point of view, she had never
seen a boy play a game anything like it. Susan also thought it
would also get his penis bouncing along with the ball. In spite
of Ken's athletic abilities, it was obvious that he, at least,
had never played anything like it. He spent a good deal of time
amusing Susan by chasing the ball around the room.

It was while playing this game that Ken had a very fortunate
"accident" along the way. On one of his attempts, the ball
bounced up and hit his penis. This gave Susan an idea for a new
game. She had him stand with his back up against the support pole
in the room with his feet spread slightly apart and bounced her
ball off the floor in an attempt to have it gently nick the head
of his penis.

Susan had played the alphabet game enough as a little girl to be
able hit it almost every time. She called the game "P-ball"
(short for "Penis ball"), and was surprised that she didn't think
of this game sooner since it was only a bigger girl's version of
the game that Karen had played with him. It was so much fun for
Susan to be able to combine her toys.

Susan found the game to have many benefits. It was fun to play,
and she had a direct hand in doing something to Ken's penis. In
fact, Ken was totally passive (she later played a bondage version
of the game). She also enjoyed the control she had. She had taken
a boy's greatest and most valued possession, the very essence of
his maleness, his penis, and made it a girl's toy for a girl to
play with in a girl's game.

The game also had an interesting side effect -- the foreplay it
provided caused Ken to have very powerful ejaculations.

Although P-ball remained one of Susan's favorite games, she soon
found a better game to play using a rubber ball and a penis. She
discovered it about a week later as she was "fingering up" Ken
for a P-ball game.

Susan had the ball in her right hand, and as she was working the
head of his penis with her fingers, she accidentally rubbed the
ball against it. Ken's organ jerked at the touch of the rubber
sphere. Susan couldn't help but notice, and she tried a few more
tentative strokes with the ball alone to determine the reaction
she'd get.

Susan soon found herself rubbing the ball in various ways against
Ken's penis. She rapidly found a technique that got it responding
to her satisfaction. After another minute or two, Ken provided
Susan with a drop of his precome to work with. This extra
lubrication induced her to rub more vigorously. Before long, she
heard the familiar panting, and Ken exploded with an ejaculation
like she had never seen before.

Ken's jerk offs for her were mild by comparison. Ken experienced
an orgasm that was paralyzing. He nearly doubled over with cramps
and was so dizzy that he found it difficult to keep standing.
Susan felt like she had a runaway fire hose in her hands. The
ejaculate virtually erupted in violent spurts that she thought
would never stop. She had what seemed like gallons of his semen
all over the ball, her hand, her shorts, and her sneakers. She
knew that she would have to learn how to aim that thing.

In the following weeks, Susan worked to perfect her technique of
putting Ken "on the ball". Holding Ken's cock at the base with
her left hand, and making a loop with her thumb and middle
finger, she would squeeze the cock gently to trap some extra
blood, causing a firmer erection, and increasing the sensitivity
of the organ. She placed her index finger just behind the scrotum
so she could feel whenever he tensed his muscles in anticipation
of an orgasm. Taking the ball in her right hand, she moved it
back and forth lengthwise under the shaft of his cock gently
nipping the "cheeks" (the 5 and 7 o'clock positions of the head
as viewed from the front).

When she felt him tensing up, she concentrated on the shaft only,
while tightening her grip on the base of his cock and applying
gentle pressure with her index finger. This built up more
pressure in his penis yet kept him from ejaculating. The series
of actions produced very heavy hard-ons. Ken said that his penis
felt like it weighed ten pounds, and both he and Susan noticed
how hard it had gotten. The head would swell up. blood so filled
the organ that it was noticeably red, and every vein was
pulsating with the pressure.

At this point, Susan ceased all action for just a second, and
then gradually released the pressure of her left hand. Normally,
this procedure produced a drop of semen which she used to
lubricate the ball. First, she placed the ball up against the pee
hole, then gave it a few twists before making little circular
designs on the head with the ball. She then went back to work
underneath.

Susan alternately brought Ken to a point where he would almost
come and bring him back from the brink until she was ready to let
him ejaculate. When Susan was ready, she shifted rapidly from
"tease" gear to "high" gear doubling the speed of her rubbing and
slightly increasing the rubber to penis pressure. She increased
the pressure around the base of the penis, but eased up with her
index finger.

Her skill was so finely polished at "putting him on the ball",
that after the first couple of weeks, she could get Ken's penis
drooling at the very edge of orgasm in a matter of a minute, and
keep him there for as long as she wished. When she finally did
allow him to come, he let loose with such volume and force, that
she would see how far she could "shoot" him.

Susan found that she got her best shots when she had worked the
penis for at least 15 minutes, but usually not longer than 30.
(By this time, Ken was sweating, and out of his mind anyway).
Anything over 30 minutes, and she figured that she had "milked"
him too much.

Susan also discovered the differences in rubber balls. Her
primary toy was a ball with a "textured" rubber surface. Using
this type of ball she could get him going in a very short period
of time, and at the precise moment she desired, cause him to have
a very forceful ejaculation. It was excellent for shooting him
good distances.

The other type of ball available to her had a smooth rubber
surface. It took her longer to get him going on smooth rubber,
and she couldn't shoot him as far, but she found that she could
bring him closer to the edge of orgasm and keep him there longer.
This was so useful in teasing and bondage games.

Susan not only gained control over Ken's penis. She gained
control over Ken himself. If she ever had any doubts that a boy
was controlled by his penis they were over now. She was now
convinced that there was a direct connection between a boy's
prick and his brain. The more control a girl had over a boy's
cock, the greater control she had over the boy's mind.

Susan thought what a great toy a boy has between his legs. All a
girl has to do is get it to squirt white stuff, and he'll do
anything for her. And getting a boy to squirt was so easy! Boys
want it. Girls can do it. Boys love it when girls do it to them.
Why then, don't women rule the world?

Susan had gained the ultimate in control. She found that Ken
could no longer satisfy his own sexual needs without some sort of
help from her. Ken actually begged to have Susan "do it" to him.
He depended upon her attention to his penis for sexual
gratification as much as he depended upon air itself for life. He
was willing to do anything for her just to get the sexual release
that only she could provide for him. Susan was aware that she was
his sole source of sexual pleasure, and she loved being in that
position.

She used her new power to impose her will on him, and make sure
that her needs came first, and that he wouldn't get satisfaction
until she felt that he earned it. She was beginning to get high
on being a dominatrix. She remembered those earlier passages she
found in a book on female domination, and now she had the chance
to use them.

Her first interests were bondage and discipline. She found some
oversized rubber bands with hooks on them that are designed for
carrying books. Two of these were all it took to immobilize him
sufficiently for her to play with. She hooked one around his legs
just above the knees and the other around his arms behind his
back. Using these simple tools, she could pose him in almost any
position. She could have him free standing, kneeling, or "lashed"
to the support pole. he could even hobble around without
attaining full mobility.

She even kept his hands and legs bound for spankings. She just
loved the way his cock got hard between her legs as he lay across
her lap. (Even though she really couldn't bring herself to do
real damage to those cute buns). Usually, these spankings were
administered for Ken's non-perfect performance in acting out some
fantasy she described to him.

The one time she really did give Ken a good spanking was when she
caught him trying to masturbate without her permission. Both she
and Ken were fully aware that Ken could barely get it up, much
less get it off by simply jerking off unless she was watching. So
it came as little surprise when she caught him with one of her
rubber balls. As additional punishment, she decided to make him
try to complete the act all by himself as she watched him.

In spite of her close supervision and instruction, (mostly in the
form of jeering remarks about "the little boy playing with his
'pee pee'"), the effort was a failure. Ken simply didn't have the
discipline to masturbate himself as well as Susan did. He rushed
himself to ejaculation. There was relatively little come, he did
not squirt it very far, and he felt very embarrassed and
unsatisfied doing it.

Susan gave him a stern lecture about how males didn't have the
self control necessary for satisfying sex. She got Ken to admit
that girls knew what was good for boys better than boys
themselves. Her point was that sex would be better for a boy only
if he put total control of his sexual activities under the
direction of a female. Susan made him promise her that he
wouldn't attempt to masturbate without her consent again.
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Making of a Mistress

WARNING

This story contains sex among consenting people not generally
considered to be legal age. See "About Making of a Mistress" for
the reasons why. If this offends you, stop reading now. The
author suggest that you view this story totally as a fantasy, and
use it only in consensual adult role playing.

This article also contains a strong female domination theme. If
this offends you, you are reading the wrong newsgroup.

E-mail always welecome.
[email protected]
Mule

-=o=-

Making of a Mistress
Chapter 5
A Girl and her Toys

Susan didn't know about the male fascination with fetish objects
when she started experimenting with rubber balls on Ken's penis.
What she did notice was that there was something special in the
way this particular rubber object affected Ken, and this lead her
to try other objects made of rubber on his cock. Fortunately
rubber items are common, relatively inexpensive, and easy to hide
(some of them were small, but most of them were everyday items,
and she could store them "in the open" in her room with no
questions asked). Best of all, they were either disposable, or
cleaned up easily. She tried rubbers (both the kind designed for
the penis, and the foot), dolls, raincoats, boots, rubber gloves
(disappointing), and even bicycle inner tubes. All of them worked
to some degree, but what Susan found worked best were her bathing
caps and sneakers.

Susan never thought much of bathing caps. They looked ugly,
smelled funny, and since the invention of the hair drier, were
obsolete. She rarely saw any women using them at the beach or
pool and, she wondered, with such a limited market, why anyone
even made them anymore. Yet once she found out what marvelous sex
toys they made, and she needed to buy them, she found out that
people did make them, stores did stock them, and the stock levels
did get depleted. She noticed that the sales were too high to be
supported by the limited market of women she saw wearing them,
and she wondered if many bathing caps were bought by women and
men for more private use.

The obvious thing to do with a bathing cap, (if you're a girl
playing with a penis), is to place the cap over the penis, and
rub it. Although Susan expected this to be a boring procedure
(from her point of view), she was pleasantly surprised by how
well she could feel Ken's penis through the rubber. Stretching it
over his hard cock or feeling it "nub" against the dry rubber was
a lot of fun for Susan. However, she really loved the way it slid
around in the cap once he started to lubricate. Best of all,
masturbating Ken like this gave her the total sensation and none
of the mess when he ejaculated. She could easily feel every
contraction and squirt.

Susan liked masturbating Ken this way because she had good
control over his penis, it was neat, and she could easily measure
how much Ken put out. Ken liked it because his penis was totally
surrounded by rubber, his cock was kept well lubricated by his
trapped semen and his mess was easier to clean up.

Being able to measure Ken's semen output was important to Susan.
It was one way she could check if Ken were cheating on her by
masturbating on his own without her permission.

The layout of the basement apartment was such that the closets to
her room and Ken's room were back-to-back. In fact, they were
built on either side of a door originally connecting the rooms.
The door was still there in the back of each of the closets, but
latched shut with the door knob missing. The hole where the
doorknob used to be was exactly at the height of Ken's penis.

On Saturday and Sunday nights, Susan required that Ken put a
bathing cap over his penis, stand at attention in the closet with
his face up against the door, stick his member through the hole,
and patiently wait for her. She sternly warned him that he better
be on time and ready at any time she wanted to play with him. She
usually got to him within a half hour of the time she told him to
report, but sometimes she would make him stand there for over an
hour waiting for her to come to him. He was usually well
lubricated by the time she got to him, so she could quickly
masturbate him and measure the amount of semen he produced. She
knew exactly how much come his average ejaculation produced.

If Ken failed to meet his production quota, Susan had the
appropriate punishment ready the next weekday. She would take the
caps Ken did fill over the weekend, plus whatever she could get
out of him on the spot, and make him clean them out by licking up
his own juices.

Susan found the very plain bathing caps worked well for direct
finger masturbation. In fact, the latex type like those worn by
the girls' swimming team gave her an excellent feel for Ken's
penis. She usually reserved the "heavy duty" rubber caps for
Ken's weekend duty (due to his limited mobility, and the limited
amount of his penis exposed, she couldn't really feel him as well
with her fingers anyway, and the extra texture of the rubber on
the interior of the cap helped her masturbate him). Besides, it
would keep Ken from feeling exactly what she was doing. Susan
would sometimes treat herself by removing her panties and rubbing
her crotch against the cap as it stretched over Ken's penis. By
standing on a couple of books, she could manage to match her
height with Ken's and make contact with her clitoris. Ken never
had an idea of what was going on.

Susan found that fancy and frilly caps were not as good as
simpler ones for finger masturbation because there was to too
much rubber in the way. She used these bathing caps as erection
holders. She would turn the caps inside out, and place them over
his cock and balls holding the cap in place with a rubber band
"chain" around Ken's waist and attached to the cap at the chin
strap points. His penis nestled in the flowers and leaves of the
cap, and whenever he got excited, his penis twitched, causing it
to be licked and massaged in the rubbery flaps. This excited him
even more, and started a stimulus-response chain reaction. There
was never sufficient enough stimulation to make him come, but the
process did keep him tickled into a constant state of arousal.
Even after a long time "in the bag", he had a beautifully red,
rock-solid hard-on for her to play with.

Susan considered giving Ken an erection and having him hold it as
an important part of his training. Not only did she want to
control his orgasms, she wanted to control every step of the
process leading up to them. Prior to Ken's training with Susan,
he did not have control over his penis. Erections would come and
go randomly. When he got an erection, he would tend to play with
it until he ejaculated. By training him with her rubber ball and
bathing cap, Susan taught him how to have an erection any time at
her command. In the very initial phases of training, Susan's
stimulation of Ken's organ was all physical. Step by step, she
would interrupt the procedure at strategic stages until she
didn't have to touch his penis at all for him to attain a hard-on
to her satisfaction.

After each training session, she sent Ken to his room with
specific instructions on how to practice. She could tell from his
lack of performance if he didn't practice enough, and from his
lack of semen if he got carried away and jerked off. Ken stated
that he really appreciated her coaching him. It was a lot easier
for him to get an erection in her presence, and he was aware of
the constant threat of discipline should he even think of
satisfying his urges without her permission.

With the proper concentration on his penis, Ken could bring it
from a totally "rested" state to a full hard-on in about 30
seconds. Using the male equivalent technique of a Kegel exercise
which he learned from Susan, he could "bounce" his penis up and
down and make the head pulsate by contracting the muscles at the
base of his scrotum. After several minutes of this exercise, his
penis would be excited enough to produce a drop of precome.

Ken was expected to continue this procedure for as long as Susan
demanded. In some cases, she had his penis drooling a nearly
steady stream of precome until she gave the "stop" signal. At
this point, Ken was still expected to maintain a hard-on, but was
allowed to give his cramped muscles a break.

"Stiffening up" was expected of Ken prior to any activity with
Susan. She said that it was his responsibility to have a hard-on
for her when she was ready to play with him, and that she
shouldn't have to work to give him one. She carefully explained
that if she were going to work out his penis, then he should make
sure he did the proper "warm up" exercises. Once Ken was
"primed", he was ready to do (or have done to him) anything she
desired.

The purpose of the stiffen up exercises was to teach Ken
discipline. Having an erection did not mean that he got to
ejaculate. Bringing himself to a point of self arousal under
Susan's supervision was difficult. Without her intervention, he
wouldn't have be able to resist masturbating long before he was
ready to ejaculate properly. To further enforce his training,
Susan would occasionally intervene using the rubber ball to bring
him beyond the sexual arousal caused by stiffening up to the very
threshold of orgasm before bringing him back.

One of the things a dominant girl has to teach a boy is to make
him masturbate to the pre-come level. How to make him do so
without cheating was difficult. Certainly, the girl can't depend
upon the boy's own judgment.

Susan found the answer in her bathing cap. She made Ken place the
cap over his penis and gently massage himself. Once he got his
first drop of precome, he was expected to spread it over the
inside of the cap using his penis. She demanded that he keep
doing it until he totally coated the inside of the cap with his
precome without ejaculating.

>From Ken's point of view, he had to slow masturbate himself over
and over again so he could become excited enough to produce
enough precome to meet Susan's demand, yet he had to hold back
just enough on each occasion to keep from ejaculating. He knew
that he had to learn how to discipline his own erections.

Susan could demand that Ken stiffen up at any time, and she did.
She didn't limit her control only to their private play sessions.
She invented a subtle "stiffen up" signal that she could issue
which Ken was required to recognize and obey whenever he saw it,
even in public. It was a totally safe way for her to order him
around when a verbal command from her would be embarrassing for
her. The embarrassment was all Ken's as he had to produce the
bulge in his pants.

She usually did this when Ken was with her on a trip to the mall
to spend his money on clothes for her. She'd generally arrange
the time so she would run into her girlfriends there. Ken stood
silently by as she would talk with her friends while totally
ignoring him, except for the secret signal. She, herself, would
never say anything about Ken's condition, but the giggling,
whispered conversation among her girlfriends as soon as the
meeting broke up left no doubt that the girls had noticed. As
often as not, Ken stained the front of his pants. To make sure
this was noticeable, Susan made sure he wore tight, light colored
pants whenever she did this.

Repeated practice of this basic discipline exercise further
impressed the role Ken was to serve. Susan was Ken's superior,
and his penis a toy with which she could play. His erections were
for her pleasure, and his ejaculations given only at her command
when she thought he deserved them.
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Making of a Mistress

WARNING

This story contains sex among consenting people not generally
considered to be legal age. See "About Making of a Mistress" for
the reasons why. If this offends you, stop reading now. The
author suggest that you view this story totally as a fantasy, and
use it only in consensual adult role playing.

This article also contains a strong female domination theme. If
this offends you, you are reading the wrong newsgroup.

E-mail always welecome.
[email protected]
Mule

-=o=-

Making of a Mistress
Chapter 6
A Girl's Best Friend.

However, when it came to masturbating Ken, Susan soon found that
her sneakers were her most versatile toys.

Sneakers are sort of a fashion statement for girls. On one end of
the spectrum, there are the the "big" brand names like Nike,
Rebook, or Adidas. On the other end are simple Keds-style tennis
shoes. There's something about the simple canvas oxford that, no
matter what kind of other athletic footwear a girl has, she
always has at least several pairs of them. It seems like just
every generation of girls grew up in them. There's something
special about them. Susan noticed that every female in her family
from her todler cousins to her grandmother wore them!

Susan soon discovered that not just the rubber, but every part of
the sneaker was significant to the masturbation effort. The
overall shape was suggestive (she found Ken to respond to pointed
toes better than rounded toes). She found the outsole (that's the
strip of rubber holding the uppers to the soles) to be useful in
teasing games. Of particular use was the part of the outsole that
was normally between her legs as she was wearing the sneakers.
Even the color played a role. (Ken seemed partial to light blue --
the color sneakers she had made him wear, and pink -- the
color she usually wore). However, Ken had no problem splattering
her well autographed and decorated plain white Keds with his
come.

The most important part of the sneaker, of course, was the sole,
particularly the "working rubber" (the part that corresponds to
the ball of the girl's foot). This, ultimately, was where all
masturbation took place. Although Susan's first masturbation
sneakers were Keds, it didn't take her long to discover the great
variety awaiting her in shoe stores. She noticed that each
manufacturer had its own special features. Some of them sported a
low-relief "crepe" rubber sole, some had molded rubber soles,
while others still were "hand wrapped." The rubber itself was
either "gummy," or smooth, or "silky," or textured. There were so
many combinations to choose from!

She also discovered that Ken often responded differently to the
same sneakers each time she used them. As she wore her sneakers,
Susan would expose fresh rubber, and slightly change the contours
of the sole design. Ken told to her that sneakers whose soles
were scuffed on concrete caused different sensations in his penis
than sneakers she wore to dance on a wood floor, or sneakers
scrubbed clean by her wearing them while walking on the sand on
the beach. All of these factors made sneakering an unpredictable
affair which both Susan and Ken found to be very exciting.

The very first method of sneakering was called by Susan, "the
lazy girl" method. It evolved from her "humping" experiments on
other rubber objects with Ken. Ken would lay on his stomach with
his penis off to one side. One pair of sneakers was placed, soles
up parallel to his body. These were the "spacers" used to hold a
third sneaker in the proper position for the working rubber to be
in contact with his organ. Ken held another sneaker between his
leg with the sole against his penis. This sneaker provided some
elevation so Susan could see what was going on. Ken then simply
humped himself while viewing the scrapbook.

The scrapbook was a book of Polaroid shots Susan had taken of Ken
in his various outfits, in all kinds of masturbational poses. The
acquisition of a self timer allowed Susan to get into the picture
and provide a pictorial "how to" masturbate a boy. Her only
regret was that she could never time it just right to get him in
the act of actually ejaculating. (The only pictures she had of
this was some she staged where he jerked off for the camera). The
lazy girl method worked, but both Susan and Ken enjoyed it when
she had more control over his orgasm.

Susan knew she needed a "hand held" method of getting Ken off
with her sneakers. Although she wasn't immediately successful,
she did discover a means of getting him erected which she called
"tickling him up". She took her sneakers and held them
sole-to-sole with the inner outsole up, the toes pointed towards
Ken, and the heels towards herself. She then put the heels under
the head of his penis and slowly pulled the sneakers towards
herself allowing Ken's cock to bump and rub its way along the
designs in the outsole. With only several strokes of her
sneakers, she could excite him into a perfect hard-on for her to
play with.

This teasing method soon led Susan to discover what she really
wanted: how to masturbate Ken directly with her sneakers. Susan
found that if she held her sneakers as if she were tickling him
up, but separated her thumbs as if she were opening a book, his
penis would fall into the slot formed by the soles of the
sneakers. She then moved the sneakers back and forth in a girl to
boy motion keeping the head of his cock in contact with the
working rubber. She soon discovered she could vary the pressure
by how much she opened her "sneaker book", and by how she tilted
the sneakers into his body. Using these techniques, Susan was
able to provide a light, tickling "push" and a strong, rubbing
"pull" on his penis with the rubber.

Susan found this to be a particularly entertaining way to
ejaculate Ken since his penis was in complete view, yet under her
control. Watching him