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It was our first apartment and we were very proud of it. It was a few small rooms, but it was ours and that made all the difference. I lived with my fiancée, Julie, a few miles outside of town in a small apartment building that had about a dozen units.

I worked in a garage fixing everything from mufflers, to fuel systems, and to drive shafts. I'd always been a monkey wrench, taking things apart and fixing things them even before I could remember. I'd worked in the garage in high school and after graduation they were happy to have me working full time.

Julie was my high school sweetheart. She was taking classes to be a veterinarian at an agricultural and a****l science school. It's a good business to be in around here with no shortage of livestock. It wasn't at all uncommon for her to take classes full time and then work extra hours in the evening and weekend with the a****ls they kept there. We used to be inseparable but now she was gone more and more.

There was a woman who lived up one flight of stairs who was married to a trucker. She must have been lonely I could tell when we bumped into each other in the parking lot, laundry room or stairwell. She would be just delighted to have someone to talk to. I think we were both in a similar situation with our partners gone so much and we started hanging out together.

Kate was pretty and few years older and I liked her a lot. It wasn't long before we started having an affair. It was easy to get away with, her husband being gone most of the time and there were large blocks of time when I knew Julie would be away. It was the perfect set up until it all came down.

I called Kate and was very surprised when her husband Donald answered "Hello", he was supposed to be gone for another 2 weeks. "Oh, hi Don. I didn't know you were in town. is Katie there?" I usually think pretty quick.

Katie left for her cousin's house this morning after I watched a video tape that I made of the bed room. Would you like to guess what is on that tape?" Whoa, he didn't beat around the bush. He might have well hit me with a shovel. I had a good idea what was on the tape: me screwing around with the guy's wife.

This was very, very bad. I didn't know how he managed to get the tape, maybe he snuck into town a few days ago and placed the camera, who knew. The important part was that I was busted and now my marriage was in serious danger if this got out. He said to me, "I think you and me should have a talk.".

This sounded like a good way to get shot. Don wasn't a small guy. I'd met him at a building barbeque a few months back. He was the kind of guy that gave you those grinding handshakes that hurt and walked around like he was bullet proof. He had spent a few years in the army and was pretty imposing. He could easily put me in the hospital or worse. "I'll count to a hundred and if you're not up here, I'm just going to have to send out a copy of this tape you your little woman."

"Shit!" I said out-loud as I made my way upstairs to his apartment. I was trying to think of an explanation of the bruised beating I was sure to get. 'I got hit by a car' was one option, or 'I fell out of a 10-story building' might cover it.

The door was unlocked and when no one answered my knocks. I figured he was still counting so I went in. He was sitting on the couch watching a football game. He was just wearing a bathrobe and was drinking. There was an open bottle of bourbon on the end table.

He pointed to a chair, "Sit down". I pleaded my case, "Listen Don I'm really sorry." He answered back forcefully "Shut the fuck up, and sit down." I bowed my head and eased into a chair. He picked up the remote and I winced as the football game was replaced with a fuzzy, tilted image of the bedroom. I recognized the angle, the camera must have been on top of a bookshelf that faced the bed. At that moment on the video we were kissing and Katie was pushing down my underwear getting ready to give me a blowjob. I remembered the scene since it had just happened two days ago. On the screen she kissed my lips and lowered her head to my crotch when Don stopped the tape and turned off the TV.

I was getting ready to speak but Don raised a finger and gave me a cold stare and all I could do was sit there and squirm. He took a gulp of his bourbon and began to speak. "Now right there Kate gave you a blowjob., aA blowjob that should have gone to me and the way I see it you owe me a blowjob."

"Wait a minute." I blurted out but he kept talking. "It's like money, if someone gives you $10 that should have rightfully gone to me then you morally owe me ten bucks." I was getting ready to explain how money and sex are not the same thing no matter how often they are exchanged but he ended that idea before it even got out of my mouth.

"I have a tape that I can use to blackmail you. I can use it as evidence if I decide to start getting mean because around here most people, even ones on a jury, don't take too kindly to messing with a guy's wife." He took another swig and smiled at me as I realized that I had no real way out. Here I was being told that I had no real choice but to go down on him. My heart was pounding and it felt like someone had turned up the heat in the room to a hundred degrees. I was about to speak but he cut me off.

"No listen, I'm going to lose my patience here and you really don't what that. I don't want to hear you weasel and whine. You did something that you know that you shouldn't have and the only thing that is going to save your sorry ass is for you to kneel down in front of me and give me the blowjob. You know you owe me." He flexed his muscles and gave me the coldest, hardest stare I ever felt.

His voice was strong and commanding and he had me dead right. I stood up slowly, as if defeated, and walked over to him. I was standing in front of him, "You know I think you deserve a spanking for being such an ass with another man's wife." I cringed inside, the thought of getting spanked made me wince with the indignity of it.

I looked at his knees unbelieving what I had gotten myself into. He told me to undo my pants and I did. As I was pushing them down he grabbed my shirt and pulled me forward so my hips were d****d across his lap, my pants still around my ankles. Here I was about to get spanked, disciplined like a c***d yet my heart raced a bit.

He pulled down the elastic band of my underwear and I was about to roll over to protest when the first spank landed. It stung and the 'smack' sound echoed off the walls. He landed another and another. His would raise his arm over his head and then swing down it down to paddle my ass. His hand was like a stone, he might as well have been using a belt. I really was in quite a bit of pain and all I could do was hang on and endure the total shame of it all.

I slid off his lap at the first opportunity. "Get on your knees", his command bolted me upright. I was resigned to the situation but also a bit turned on by it and felt a strange sexual energy. It must have been his power and dominance, his complete control of the situation. I was kneeling with my pants and underwear all knotted around my legs and my ass stinging. I am sure that it had a crisp apple red shine to it.

"Now because I'm not a fag, you need to put this all on", he reached over and handed me a dress, a pair of panties and a tube of lipstick. I held them in my hands even more surprised than I was before.

He was commanding me "Strip!" Without thinking I stood and I pulled my shirt off, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants to the floor. I bashfully turned around to take of my boxers. "Now be a good girl and get dressed."

I looked at the clothing and wondered what I had gotten myself into. The dress was a floral print, mostly red and white. The panties were pink and shimmering satin and the lipstick was a glossy red. I looked him in the eye but with the steely way he returned my gaze I knew there was very little I could do. I picked up the dress and he said "No put on the panties first." I felt a rush of shame and something else, excitement? I stepped into the soft silky panties and pulled them up my legs a shudder ran though me as the fabric practically caressed my legs. When the panties settled around my hips, the gentleness of them was luxurious.

"Now the dress", I picked up the dress and put my arms into it, the fabric was light and airy as it settled across my back and thighs I couldn't help but admire the fabric and the way it felt against my skin. I began doing the buttons up the front noticing they were in the shape of little flowers. With the dozen buttons all done up I turned side to side and let the dress wisp around my body.

"Now the lipstick". I picked up the tube and pulled off the cap and turned up the stick, it was a sensuous red in color. Again I looked at him and now there was only a smirky smile on his face. "Put it on, slowly." And I did, just like I had seen women do many times. I drew the stick around my lips and then rubbed my lips together to get an even coat. I glanced around for a mirror I desperately wanted to see how my lips looked like with the red coating. I was a bit stunned when I realized I wanted my lips to look sexy and inviting.

"It's just a start but it will do. Now be a good girl and get back on your knees." I moved towards him almost in a hypnotic trance amazed at the way the clothing moved on my body and how good it felt. He took my arm and pulled me down., I dropped to my knees between his thighs in a way that was so very submissive.

"Open my robe...OPEN IT!" His voice jolted me and my hands reached out for the terry cloth knot and undid it. I drew the sides of his robe open like a pair of d****s. He was still in shape from his military days. His shoulders were broad and his chest was strong. Where my chest had a soft bit of hair his had a thick dark fur. There wasn't anything about him that wasn't totally masculine. His thighs were muscular and his cock? Jesus what a fucking monster! It curved over his balls and rested flat on the cushion of the couch.

I just stared at it. "Yea, that's the same look Katie gave it when she first saw it. Big ain't it? Kate usually can't fit much more than the head in her mouth. All she does is lick the top and stroke the rest. But you got a bigger mouth you should be able to get it all down deeper."

I continued to stare at it, fascinated, I probably would have for hours except Don grabbed my wrist and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He then grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled until my face was an inch from his cock.

"I have to say with that lipstick on you have some of the prettiest, sexiest lips I have ever seen. Do you know what guys call lips like yours?" I shook my head. "Guys call lips like yours dick-sucking-lips. That means they look soft and plump and juicy and will look and feel oh so nice wrapped around my cock".

I looked up at him and his eyes almost burned into me, he made me feel vulnerable, small and weak and yet at the same time incredibly sexy. "Yea, it's going to be good to see your lips all stretched out." he said smiling down at me, "Now go on and do what girls do."

I rested my free hand on his thigh and thought about what girls, did. They wore pretty panties (which I was doing), they wore dresses (which I was also doing), they wore lipstick (again I was doing it) and they knelt down in front of men and sucked on hard cocks. I could feel the heat from his crotch on my face and my nose filled with the deep scent of him. I breathed in and I liked it. With my hand around his cock it began to swell and it all resonated somewhere deep inside me. His power, the dress, the pink panties, my submission, it felt good and I was becoming excited myself. I felt the distinct desire to please him, to submit and give him all he wanted. A few minutes before I was just a guy in my apartment hanging out and like a fast moving dream all of a sudden I was dressed like a woman kneeling between a man's legs with his cock in my hand.

And not that I was just wearing pink panties and juicy red lipstick and looked like a woman. A part of me was thrilled though I might not have admitted it, wanted for him to take control, to command me, tell me what to do, to tame me. Don's cock began to take on a pulsing crimson hue. My own desire made me close my eyes, lean forward and lick the side of the crown. It was hot and tantalizing it reminded me of licking a battery. Don whispered "Yea, that's a good girl"., I licked and licked again and with each slow slide of my tongue each lick became longer and longer. My tongue would travel from where I gripped it at the base up, up, up to the tip, around the crown and back down again. I was panting now and I looked up at his face, he was smiling "Go on, stretch lips around my cock, you know you want to." And I did, I can't remember the last time I wanted something so bad.

I took him in my mouth, my lips slid over the crown and down the shaft. The heat of it and the taste if it thrilled me. I started sucking up and down enjoying the way it filled my mouth. The feeling of my lips sliding back and forth on his saliva slicked cock felt so right, so good, I was sucking cock like a female and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He leaned back and shifted his hips and spread his legs further apart, he growled "Lick my balls" and I instantly obeyed.

I slid one hand under his nuts and felt their weight in my palm. I kissed each of his nuts them and slathered his furry sack with my tongue. I tried to get both of them in my mouth but they were too big. Before I had quite had enough of them he touched my chin and told me to go back to the main course. "Now, I haven't cum in a couple days., I've been saving it up so when I shoot I'm going to unload quite a bit of sperm so be a little thirsty girl and drink it all down." I moaned at the thought of this.

I sucked like a baby, his cock was the center of my world. Up and down my mouth went trying to give him a steady rhythm. The sheer size of him, the pulse of it turned me on. I was surprised but I did thoroughly enjoy being submissive to this hunky man and he was a man, all man, muscled, dominant, in charge and I was the complete opposite, submissive, subservient, doing as I was told, slurping on his cock.

His rod became powerfully erect and his balls tightened up. I began sucking with all my energy. I wanted him to cum and, if it was necessary, I would have traded everything I had to be sure he would unload into my mouth. He gripped my head and forced me to his rhythm, fast and deep. He began grunting and I knew that his fluid was on its way.

With my head in both of his big hands he started ramming my face up and down, his cock pressing between my red lips. I was nothing but a warm opening and all I could do was hold on as he roughly used my mouth. I don't know why but it was both demeaning and thrilling to be used like this. His cock stabbed the back of my throat as he worked my head up and down.

He moaned and held my head in a vice lock, his cock quivering and pulsing before he flooded my mouth with sperm. It shot across my tongue and splashed against the back of my throat. I gulped and slurped as best I could and wished that the moment would never stop that he would just go on cumming forever and I could stay there and gulp and drink down his sperm,

I sucked until he started to soften, I wanted him to cum again in my mouth. I would have kept sucking but he pulled me off. "You give much better blowjobs than my wife and you certainly enjoy it more." He patted me on the head as he got up to go to the bathroom. He told me that he would call me tomorrow.

My heart raced and sank. Tomorrow? I wanted more and I wanted it today. The thought of waiting bothered me, tomorrow? I got up and a bit reluctantly changed back into my own clothing I pulled up my pants and underwear gently over my sore ass. I went back to my place, unable to see anything except the undeniable fact that I had enjoyed his punishment, his dominance and had been thrilled wearing the clothing and when I was sucking him off.

I started to beat off as soon as I got in. I thought about than the way it had felt to have him in my mouth, the way I had gulped when his sperm was shooting across my tongue, the way the pink panties had felt so good and right. I didn't think about my own pleasure only his. What was it about serving him and being effeminate that turned me on so much? I came as hard as I ever have in my life.

The rest of that day and the next morning was a haze, I did the things I normally do but it was as if my brain was elsewhere. The next day I was thinking about cock when the phone rang. It was Don, "I finished the rest of the tape last night and it looks by what I saw that you owe me a fuck." My heart skipped a beat. A fuck? I was about to speak and ask him a question when he spoke and made my question irrelevant. "So you might as well get up here and get ready to get fucked., I'm going to start counting to a hundred again."

Fucked? I had spent the last night thinking about sucking him and having him in my mouth, but now he wanted my ass, I was less sure about this. Again the door was open and I let myself in, on a chair just inside the door was some woman's clothing, a knee length black dress and a cream colored blouse, a pair of stockings, a garter belt, a tube of lipstick and a pair of pink panties.

Don called out from the bedroom "Get dressed and get your ass in here...and put the panties on over the garter belt". I could have walked out, the door was open and there was nothing stopping me. I had options but I looked down at the clothing I felt a stirring, fierce urge to put them on. I wanted to feel the way stockings would be against my skin, I wanted to feel the dress moving around my thighs, I blushed and hung my head when I admitted it to myself, part of me wanted to dress like a woman and to walk down the hall to where Don was and be treated in the same way he had the previous day: like a slut. I started taking off my jeans and t-shirt and feeling somehow right when I reached for the clothing knowing that I would love the feeling of my hips encased in the lovely pink panties.

The garter belt and the stockings were both black, the stockings were sheer and luxurious and caressed my legs as I pulled them up. The garter belt had some roses embroidered on and when it settled around my hips it felt like I was putting on my reins, like I was a little pony and I was about to be ridden.....and ridden hard.

I gasped when I picked up the panties. I studied them a bit, there was a cute lace edging to them and in the front a small pretty satin bow that made me smile. I pull them up my legs and marveled at how much emotion they made me feel. There was just something about my hips cradled by pretty pink panties that made my heart beat in a different way. The skirt was a bit short which was sexy and perfect, and the blouse was a creamy silk that thrilled me. Lastly, I put on the lipstick, hoping that it made my lips look inviting.

When I walked down the hall I wished I had more, more to wear. I should have shoes, a little necklace, eyeliner, a wig or longer hair, my nails should be done and I should have ear rings. As I neared the room my nervousness increased, I realized that I wanted him to think I was pretty, I wanted him to admire me, to tell me I was beautiful. I was trembling a bit, I did my best to control it but I was as nervous as a virgin.

He was standing there in just a pair of boxers. I didn't get to fully appreciate his body when he sitting down. He was tall muscular, furry and masculine. I gazed at his thighs and muscular ass and thought about the pounding they could easily deliver. He greeted me, "Ah there she is, my little baby doll", his words thrilled me in a way that I didn't understand. His cock was emerging from one leg of his boxer, just hanging down like fruit. I felt the powerful urge to kneel and suck on it. He must have seen me staring, he pushed down his boxers and stepped out of them, he simply said "Kneel" hand I knew what to do and knelt down in front of him.
I began kissing his thigh. A dozen times or so and with each kiss my mouth neared his cock that hung there waiting for my red lips. When I was close enough to feel the heat from it on the side of my face and I was just about to stick out my tongue to get the delicious taste of his cock he grabbed my hair and wrenched my head back. He smiled down at me in a way that was both thrilling and intimidating. In that moment I felt small, weak, dominated and I enjoyed it, being put in my place.

He put one leg up on the bed and held his cock against his belly button. His sack hung low and I knew what he wanted. I stuck out my tongue and opened my mouth as far as it would go. He smirked as he lowered his sack onto my tongue so that one nut was at each corner of my mouth and I slowly dragged my tongue over the back side of his testicles.

Yesterday he must have bathed before I came over because today he tasted more like a man. It was much, much better. There was a rich masculine flavor on him and I tried to get as much of the taste as I could by licking his sack clean. He pulled my head back and aimed his cock at my mouth and I spread my lips and stuck my tongue out like a baby bird in a nest starving for a meal. He slid his cock into my mouth and sighed, "Oh, your mouth is so sweet." I knelt and joyfully sucked him, my mouth moving back and forth on his swelling rod.

He pulled away and snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed as if he was sending me to my room. I went over to the bed, slowly but willingly. I got on my hands and knees with my ass facing him. He didn't even need to tell me, I knew who I was and what was going to happen. I was a girl now, his little fuck toy and when I had gotten dressed I had given up the notion that I was anything more than that.

He got onto the bed behind me and lifted the skirt over my hips revealing my ass. He said "Good girl" as he pulled the panties down and I realized why he wanted them on top, so he could get them off without messing with the garter belt and stockings. I had so enjoyed having him in my mouth., I wondered what it would be like to have him in my ass.

He took a tube and squeezed out some lubrication on my hole. I puckered against his finger. For a moment he strummed my hole and it felt great. He then went over to a drawer, pulled out something and brought it back. I tried to get a look

"This is Kate's dildo, a woman's tool. Your going to take it. What do you think? of that?" I turned to look at the dildo, it was purple with a few ridges, and exactly the sort of thing a woman would use. I thought about it for a moment and dropped to my elbows and spread my legs further apart. He laughed out loud and pushed the cute little plastic shaft against my hole. "I've forced guys to dress up a couple times but no one has ever taken to it like you., I swear you're so submissive and pliable, it's amazing".

He gave it a little pressure and it popped in. My eyes shot open mostly in surprise at the feeling but slowly closed as he pressed on. He slowly but steadily pushed it in, giving it a slight twisting as he did. I knew he was doing this to stretch me out and get my hole ready for his cock.

As he started to slide the dildo in and out of me I could feel and enjoyed each ridge of it as it moved though my hole. I never knew how much sensation I could feel down there, or how good it could feel. Soon I was loose and he thrust it in and out easily. I was surprised how quickly I had grown accustomed to the dildo and how quickly I took to liking it.

He stopped after a few minutes and took the dildo out. I remembering feeling empty and I almost asked him to put it back in when I felt one of his hands grip my side. I held my breath as he pressed his cockhead against my hole. Unlike the dildo, it was hot and I liked that, the heat of him.

He pressed harder, I thought I might break with the pressure he was exerting. Just before I was going to cry out my hole opened up for him and he slid in a little. If felt like I would burst, even after being stretched out with the dildo. It hurt but it also felt good, and it was good to know that he was inside me. The pain I felt was a tribute to the size of his cock and the power it held over me.

He would press forward into my ass and wait for me to accept it and grow comfortable with it and the press again, again and again. After an eternity I felt his hips press against the back of my ass cheeks and we both let out a sigh. "Now, you dress like a woman, you suck cock like a woman, you swallow cum even better than a woman and now I'm going to fuck you like a woman." I moaned and whispered to him "Yes, please".

He laughed "Yea, I knew you were a slut the first time I laid eyes on you." And then he began to stroke, slowly and gently at first. I opened myself to him and savored the long slide of him filling me. He gripped my hips and the garter belt firmly letting me know he was in complete control. His domination, his control was wonderful.

He pressed on and when our hips met he would pull my hips back and grind us together as if he was seeking to get every possible millimeter inside me. Somehow it pleased me knowing that I was deep enough, even though his cock was a monster I knew I could take it all.

His slow gentle strokes gave way and he started to ride me hard. As he stroked in his hips would smack against mine and let out a slapping noise. He got increasingly ferocious, eventually making like a jackhammer. I looked back and out of the corner of my eye I could see on his face an expression of pure pleasure. It made me incredibly happy knowing that he was getting off. It felt good for me but his pleasure was the most important thing.

I loved being on my knees and elbows as he solidly drilled into me as much screwing me as tossing my hips back and forth on his cock. He started slowing up a bit but his strokes were as solid as ever. I could tell he was nearing the edge. I just knelt there and did my best to let him have his way with me. I rocked back and forth on my elbows and knees like a good girl as he tugged and pushed at my hips.

As he plunged into me I looked over my shoulder and again saw him smiling with pure pleasure. This really changed me, seeing him enjoy sliding his cock in and out of my ass so much. I wanted him to fuck me more, harder, softer, whatever just as long as he came. I wanted it, wanted him to get off and cum inside me, just like he would cum inside a woman.

A few more times he thrust, this time gently almost sweetly trying to make it last. I know I groaned with the pleasure of it. With a last heave he ground our hips together so hard I thought we might bond permanently and so deep that there wasn't an inch of me that wasn't filled with his cock.

I could feel his cock pumping it's precious fluid into me and heard him sigh with the pleasure of it. Some moments change your life, this was one of those. Being there on my elbows and knees dressed in lingerie, Don's cock buried deep in my hips spurting cum, his hands holding my hips I knew that my life had changed drastically and for the better. I knew that I would need this mix of submission and pleasure every day for the rest of my life.

After he came he rested there panting, I enjoyed knowing that he had just drained his balls inside of me. Slowly he pulled out and ordered me into the shower. I stripped and followed him under the spray and ordered me to wash his body until he was "Clean enough to eat off".

I scrubbed him from head to toe like a servant and knelled and then began sucking him off. Ten minutes before his dick was in my ass and now I was kneeling with my lips wrapped around it, there was no turning back. He held my head and fucked my mouth as I jerked off, I came like I never had in my entire life.

He dried off and I stayed behind and got dressed again. In a drawer there were some more cosmetics and I took a few minutes to put on some eyeliner, some rouge and to make myself even more feminine. There was nothing left of my masculinity now, it had been purged, pressed out by Dons thrusts. I wanted to be feminine and pretty.

He was sitting on the couch and watching TV and without really thinking about it I went into the refrigerator and took him a beer like a good little wife might. "Thanks babe" was his reply and I sat down next to him.

I didn't know what to say, I felt as if it didn't matter what I might say, he had made all the decisions and all I had could do was obey. We watched the TV for a half an hour and then he got up and went to the bedroom. He came back out with a video camera and started hooking it up to the television. I knew what was on the tape, he smiled at me, "What else did you expect?"

It was from a different angle but I saw it all, I watched myself enter the room. I did need some more to wear but it was obvious that I was moving differently, not perfectly but there was no way of mistaking my effeminate gestures. When I came into the room and saw Don's huge cock I touched my cheek in a delicate, limp-wristed way and it surprised me that I gave him a provocative even wanton look.

When he said "kneel" I was quick to my knees, there was no way to hide my eagerness, my enthusiasm. I watched myself licking and tonguing his sack and sucking his cock, I knew I had enjoyed it but on the video I could see myself smiling, overjoyed as I worshiped the cock of a real man, the sort of man that a woman should kneel in front of and suck.

I watched myself crawl onto the bed, how obedient I was, how willing. I could see my own face as he fucked me and I looked incredibly happy, I was smiling, beaming actually. Don was fucking me with his fat cock. and I looked like I had just won the lottery, I was overjoyed.

I was watching and Don put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled my face to his crotch, the video must have excited him too and his hardening cock greeting my eager lips. I slurped on him and moved to the floor, kneeling, my rightful place.

Behind me I could hear the video, the bed squeaking both Don and I moaning. "It's going to be hot. I'm going to cum in your mouth as I watch myself shoot it in your ass, both holes." It was dirty and raunchy and I slurped and licked and was rewarded with a well timed volley on my tongue, I could hear Don moaning on the tape and in the room with me and it was so amazing I almost fainted, I gulped down his fresh cum with an incredible thirst. He patted the top of my head as I sucked every drop out of him.

After that I kept going to visit him and do his bidding, always dressing up like a woman, sucking him off or bending over so he could fuck me. After a while the tape didn't matter., I did what he wanted because part of me needed to. There were times when he would fuck me especially hard and it would hurt but I would still go back., I enjoyed it. What else could I do? This big beautiful beefy man changed me for the better, he helped me become a woman

A few weeks later I broke things off with Julie and quit my job and moved in with Don. He got a local job and I became his "slutwife" as he called me, doing all the things a good little wife would do like making him dinner and then, of course, doing all the things a good little slut would do. I'm quick to drop to my knees if he indicates he wants me to suck and I'm quick to peel off my panties if he wants to fuck me. My legs are always shaved, my hair is growing out, soon I'll be able to style it like a picture out of Cosmo or Vogue, I'm getting so much better at putting on make up and matching clothes for an outfit and of cooking Don breakfast and dinner.

Don opened me up to the idea of dominance and submission, of being a woman to his manhood and I found that I am truly happy, more than I could have imagined. He assures me that in a bit he'll start bringing his friends over he'll say "Don't worry you'll like them. They all like to fuck sluts". I imagine being bent over a chair, my legs spread as wide as they can go and men lining up to take their turn driving their hot cocks into my hole and pumping me full of cum. When he talks about this it makes me so happy that I kiss him and tell him I love him.

The life I left behind? I don't miss it., How could I? I have everything I ever wanted I just didn't know it. I had access to a big, fat cock and a strong pair of hands to press down on the back of my neck. I swoon when he fucks me, shoots his cum into me, calls me his 'darling fuck toy'. I have a closet full of feminine clothes and Don is constantly buying and ordering me things to wear for him. It was all I ever really wanted and all I needed to be blissfully happy, deep down inside I'm a panty wearing sissy and I'm eternally happy and grateful that Don, the man I love more than anything in the whole world, took the time to teach it to me by treating me like the slut I am.





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