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I Learned Tiffany Scott 95' In hindsight I can see that suggesting to my wife that she bring her boyfriend home might have been more than she was ready to accept. I mean it had taken her quite a while to reach this point........ Oh, you want to know what my wife was doing with a boyfriend in the first place huh? Well, I'd better start at the beginning so you aren't so confused. We had gotten married after knowing each other for a very short length of time. We met, dated almost daily for two months and then found ourselves standing in front of a Justice of the peace. It seemed like the thing to do, at least at the time. Having known each other for less then Three months didn't give us a chance to get to know the other person very well. We both know that we couldn't get along with anyone else as far as the bedroom was concierned. But, for instance, I didn't know that she had completed enough college classes that she had recieved two masters. I mean, how much talking could I do with a mouth-full of pussy? I have to ask that because during our courtship the bedroom seems to have been the place we were most of the time. If we weren't there, we were probably working and it's close to 32 miles from where she works and where I work so that pretty well kills the idea of having lunch together. Besides all of that, we both had a life before we had met, so time was taken up while we went about our normal activities. But once we were together it was straight to the bedroom, Kelly said that she was experiencing the best sex of her life, which gave me a little ego boost, and I will admit that what we did was a turn-on for me as well. You see from the first time we were intimate, it was clear that Kelly loved to have me licking and sucking her pussy. As a matter of fact after about the third day of our marriage she would grab me by my hair and physicaly yank my head between her thighs. I didn't mind oraly servicing her at all so I would work on her until the steady stream of climaxes would drain her to the point that she couldn't go on. It didn't take her long to find the best position for her, which was me on my back and her straddling my head. That way she could grind her pussy into my face while I got her off numerous times. Then she would give me a quick blow job, then fall asleep. Shortly after the first month or so of this she started giving me orders while she sat on me. Slowly she began to use my balls to make sure I did as she said, squeezing them until I had complied with her wishes. Although she was somewhat gentle at first, she grew harsher in her treatment until she was causing me to experience considerable discomfort. It was also about this time that she began to masterbate me. When she felt her energy level fall to a certain point, drained from her many climax's, she would fill one of her hands with slick, creamy lotion which she then used as lubrication while she gave me a hand-job. She became an expert in judging my level of excitment and she usually experienced a final climax just as I was getting off. After several weeks of this I mentioned that it would be nice if we engaged in verious other forms of sexual play. A long discussion developed during which she said that as long as I let her do what she had been doing that we would continue like we had been. "It excites me thinking that I'm denying you real sex with me and I jack you off instead" She told me adding, "Besides I enjoy making you do that to me, holding you down like that until I'm done with you." Pinching my cheek she smiled. "It's about as close to being able to rape someone as I'll ever get!" She said. I thought about it for a moment, then heard her say, "So that's the last time it will be mentioned." So I learned that she likes to be domanate in her relationships, which was ok, It's just that I would like her to go down on me too. But her explanation was kind of kinky which I liked so it continued to happen. As a matter of fact she started to tease me while she pumped her fist up and down my slippery loation covered cock. She would say in a playful voice. "You know you can't put that nasty thing inside me so you may as well hurry up and come!" Things like that and when I did climax she would use the same voice and say stuff like, "Oh that's a good boy, squirt all your sperm into my hand." I was embarrassed by the fact that I seemed to grow even harder when she taunted me like that and I seemed to feel as if I was comming for the longest times, even as she was smearing my own fluid over my stiff organ. My embarrassment kept me from saying anything about it. I realize now that she noticed, even without me mentioning it. I came to realize that there were many things I probably didn't know about her and her about me. One of the things that Kelly didn't know about me was that I had been crossdressing since the age of 12 or so. I wanted to tell her about it, but couldn't think of a way to do it that didn't make me feel humiliated and embarrassed. So, when I found myself alone I would avail myself of her extensive wardrobe. Oh sure, I had a fairly large collection of female clothes I'd aquired over the years, but this was like a kid in a candy shop. Almost all of her thigs were very stylish and flirty. I don't think she owned more than three skirts that came below the knee's. I do know that she had several that were so short they looked as though they belonged on a tennis court or on a golf course. It didn't take me long before I was pretty positive that I had tried on almost everything she owned. One evening when I entered the kitchen I found a note she had left telling me that her and a girlfriend were out shopping and that I should fix myself dinner because she didn't know when they would be returning. Nedless to say it wasn't long before I was decked out in a sexy pleated skirt and cotton blouse with lace ruffles across the front. For some reason I had slipped a pair of her pantyhose up my legs along with a pair of flower covered panties. After stepping into a pair of her hi-heels I sat at her vanity and applied some make-up. When I was finished I looked at myself. It was one of those days when everything went like it should and even though I'm saying it, I looked "Hot". I had put on one of her shorter skirts, one that was pleated all the way around which made it very full and I wanted to see how it fit. So I started for the full length mirror in the guest bedroom. I was thrilled by the feeling of my thighs rubbing into my panties with each step and the sensations of the skirt and slip moving around my thighs and once again I thought to myself about how lucky women were for bring able to wear this type of clothing. In the guest bedroom I tugged my blouse and skirt into place. I could feel the sholder straps of my bra pulling at my sholders whenever my realistic silicon breat-forms would move. I caught myself wishing that I had already told her about this and that she was there now to expolore my feminine side. It was while I was standing in front of that large mirror that I was suprised to hear the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening and then closing. Just to make sure I had heard it I stood very still and listened. I could hear two feminine voices conversing. The panic the realization that Kelly had just come home from shopping caused was quickly doubled by the fact that she had one of her friends with her. It took me less then five seconds to decide that there was no place to hide and when the voices began to increase in volume, indicating they were getting closer, I felt my knee's begin to quiver. "Well it's a spare bedroom" Kelly was saying as she passed through the open doorway. "But I use it as a sewing room......." Her words frailed off to nothing when she saw me standing there dressed in her clothes and wearing make-up. Her friend, a cute blonde girl who didn't look as though she was over the age of twenty, stood silently and stared with one of her hands half covering her mouth. After studying me for several seconds Kelly folded her arms under her breasts, then with a narrowed brow she sternly asked, "Just what the hell is going on here?" I stammered as I tried to think of what to say, but my embarrassment left my mind a blank. Kelly's girlfriend started to step back through the doorway. She obviously felt as if she was intruding. Kelly glanced back at her friend and quickly reached out and grasped her upper arm. "Oh don't go so soon!" She exclaimed in a sarcastic tone of voice as she pulled her back into the room. "You haven't met my husband, who has some explaining to do." She added looking back in my direction. Politely, as if nothing were out of the ordinary she introduced us. "Denise this is my husband Rick....er, Rickie." She had feminized my name by adding 'ie. The young blonde smiled nervously, glancing my way for only a second. I managed a fake half-smile, which was hard to do as my mouth was still hanging open slightly, but I did nod my slightly. Denise started to suggest that it might be better if she left, but with a wave of her hand Kelly cut her off. "Nonsense! We were just discussing that we should become better friends." She exclaimed. Then with her eye's still focused on me she planted her hands firmly on her hips. "Is that any way to greet one of my friends?" She asked sternly. "You say hello to Denise like a proper young lady!" She ordered. There wasn't the slightest hint of humor in her voice or in her facial expression. As for me, none of this was really sinking in as my thoughts were fuzzy at best. My mind was operating on automatic pilot, having been overloaded several times by then. Now I don't know if it was her authoritative tone of voice or the expectant look in her eye's, all I know is that my fingers found the hem of my flirty skirt and before I realized it I had fanned it out to each side. The only thought that surfaced in my head was that I should curtsy. I stopped myself after dipping five or six inches and I quickly stood back up, but that one move seemed to open the gates for all of my embarrassment and humiliation to come flooding through. By the time my skirt fell back into place my knee's felt rubbery and my face burned. I was sure that my blushing was visable even through my make-up. "How darling!" The sound of Kelly's voice caused my embarrassment to grow to the point that I was unable to make eye contact. My gaze dropped to the carpet in front of me as Kelly's voice filled my burning ears. "Don't you think he...er, she looked darling?" Kelly asked her friend. She had been obvious enough about correcting her reference to my gender that it was almost overkill. Denise was still trying to excuse herself. "I really think it would be best if I..." "No, no. Don't you worry about it." My wife said in an attempt to put her friend at ease. She moved her hand to her sholder, pulling her close as she leaned toward her. "Now really." She said in a serious voice. "Aren't you curious as hell about all of this?" She asked softly. The young blonde replied in a whisper, which I couldn't hear. Kelly though broke out in open laugher at her response. "I knew it!" She exclaimed, then added, "And I'll admit I'm just as curious as you are." After whispering into her friends ear she straightened up. "Well Rickie" she said. "It's obvious that your a little sissy!" She swayed her hips a couple of times when she said sissy. "If I'd known I would have been ten times more dominate in the bedroom then I have been!" She said. Then in an obvious attempt to humiliate me even more she added, "Of course I should have known when I didn't hear any complaints about jacking you off instead of letting you inside me." After whispering something else in her girlfriends ear Denise gasped, "You mean you don't have intercourse?" I glanced up long enough to see her mock look of disbelief. "Oh no!" Kelly said wrinkling up her nose. "If I'm horny I force her down on her back and then ride her face until I'm satisfied!" She explained. Almost as an after-thought she added, "I usually squirt some lotion into my hand, then jerk the little sissy off as a reward." The young blonde blinked several times. "And you get away with that?" She asked. Snickering Kelly nodded. "Usually it's all I can do to keep from laughing when I rub her own come into her tummy and thighs." She put one hand to her mouth as if she were attempting to keep from laughing. "But if I had known that I had married a little sissy, I would have scooped it up and made her eat it instead!" Both girls burst out laughing, amused by that idea while I felt even worse. By the time they got control of themselves I felt as if my knee's were going to give out on me, especially when Kelly's girlfriend said, "Honestly, she makes a very good looking woman! In fact I think I'd have a hard time picturing her as a man." My wife moved her hands back to her hips, then slowly moved closer to where I was standing, stopping a couple of feet away. "Is that it Rickie?" She asked sternly. "Do you want to be a woman? Do you wish you had a pussy between your legs instead of your puny little penis?" She was attempting to heap more embarrassment onto me and her girlfriend was eager to help. "What else would a little sissy like that want?" She asked. "To wear a dress and...." She stopped in mid sentence. "You don't suppose he's wearing panties under that skirt, do you?" She asked. My wife looked back over her sholder at her girlfriend for a moment, then looked back at me. "I don't know?" She said looking me over closely for the first time. "He...She's wearing nylons!" She said thoughtfully. "And I can see a bra through the blouse." She added. Quickly Denise moved up next to my wife. "Make her show us!" She suggested. "Make the little sissy lift up her skirt and show us what she's wearing underneath!" It was easy to see that her suggestion excited her. She nudged my wife with her hip as she visualy looked me over. "Make her show us her panties!" She said in a teasing voice. I looked up and saw my wife grinning. I shook my head several times and for the first time since being discovered I managed to form my thoughts in words. "No, please don't do that." I begged. Had I thought about it there was no real way I could be forced into doing it, but my thinking was still very fuzzy. I stood motionless and watched the grin on my wifes face grow bigger until she nodded. "An excellent idea Denise!" She said folding her arms under her breasts. Narrowing her brow Kelly stepped closer to me. "You heard my girlfriend sissy." She said nodding. "Lift up your skirt so we can see if your wearing a pretty pair of girls panties." Her tone of voice left no doubt that this was an order and I was expected to comply. Feeling my face warm from embarrassment I shook my head. "I can't" I said softly. "It's too embarrassing." Kelly just looked at me for a second, then she told me that if I didn't do as she said, that both her and Denise would tell everyone all about me. "Just think what all of our friends reactions would be!" She taunted. "Your brother and sister would be amused I'm sure." She added. "How about work?" Denise asked gleefully. "What would they say if they knew you dressed up like a girl?" I caught my breath, then slowly looked from one to the other then I lowered my eye's to the floor again. "Now do it!" Kelly ordered sharply. The sound of her voice almost made me jump. After a moment or two I began to play my fingers along the hem of my skirt until it found it's way into my fingertips. Raising my hands drew the front of the pleated skirt up toward my waist, exposing my upper thighs until the lacy hem of the slip I was wearing came into view. With a snicker my wife reminded me to raise my slip as well and with fingers that were almost visably shaking I gathered it up. I found that I was having trouble catching my breath as more of my thighs were exposed and when I felt my slip pull up over the front of my panties I actually felt a little dizzy. Bitting harder on my lower lip I bunched the two garments together just above my hips, which allowed them to see all the way to the lacy elastic waistband of my panties. I knew without even looking that my cock was hard and was making a long lump in the front panel. Both the women laughed when they saw how hard I was. "I knew he was wearing a pair of panties!" Denise exclaimed. Kelly nodded, "You were right" She said. "The little sissy shouldn't have that ugly lump ruining the lines of her pretty undies though!" She added. Then with a snicker she pulled the front of my panties open, then reached in and forced my erect organ down and back so it rested between my thighs. After releasing the waistband she ran her hand over the smooth front panel. "Now their nice and flat like they were designed to be!" She exclaimed. Denise giggled, "It looks like the sissy likes to show off what's under her skirt." She said shaking her head. After making me hold my skirt up for several minutes I was allowed to lower it back into place. After that my wifes girlfriend said she had to be going. Kelly made me walk her to the door and I was forced to hold it open for her while she said good-bye. She patted my fanny as she passed me. "I'm sure I'll be able to come up with a number of interesting suggestions as to what should be done about you!" She teased, then she left. As soon as the door was closed my wife slapped my face with her open hand. "Embarress me like that will you?" She asked angrily. Then pointing down the hall she ordered me into the bedroom. "Get your panty-ass into my bedroom right now young lady!" She yelled. As I started for the bedroom I heard her remark, "You want to be a sissy do you. You wait until I finish with you!" Then there was silence, except for the clicking of my hi-heels on the polished wooden floor. Once in the bedroom my wife began questioning me. How long had I been dressing up in her clothes? Did I pretend I was a female when I was dressed? Had anyone else ever caught me? Did I ever think about boys when I was dressed? It seemed that each answer made her think of two more questions. Even though most of the answers were embarrassing I did my best to respond truthfully, in fact lying never entered my mind. "Yes I usually did think of myself as female when I was dressed" 'So you do pretend you have a pussy?' "Yes, I guess I do." 'If you pretend you have a pussy then you've thought about it being fucked.' "Sometimes, yes" 'You said your older sister caught you?' "Yes, I was sneaking a slip out of her dresser drawer" 'What did she do about it?' "She blackmailed me into doing all of her chores and I had to clean her room and polish her shoes" The questions went on and on. By the time she was finished I had told her all about my history of dressing as well as how my sister would amuse herself by mentaly and phyicaly tormenting me. I had to have been blushing a deep crimson when I told her of how my sister had insisted I wear girls panties and pantyhose under my regular boys clothes as well as one of her many baby-doll nighties to sleep in. Her questions were never ending and she was obviously amused when I was made to tell her about how my sister eventually began dressing me up with make-up and everything else so that I looked like a maid. I even confessed that she would sometimes make me wait on her and several of her closest girlfriends while I was dressed that way. The whole time she made me stand at stiff attention while she lounged on the bed. I couldn't help but notice that she didn't show the slightest concern about how much her dress rode up or of what was exposed. In fact it seemed that she enjoyed letting her dress slip up around her hips so I could easily see her panties. Several times she asked me if I enjoyed looking under her dress and when I told her that I did she asked me if it turned me on. "Does it make your puny cock hard to see my panties streched tightly over my pussy?" she asked teasingly. When I told her that it did she insisted that I lift up my skirt and show her how hard I was. "I enjoy making you expose yourself like that!" She told me as I held my skirt and slip up around my hips. "Get used to doing it for me because I'd just love watching you do something like that in public." She added. When I had answered all of her questions she told me that she intended to keep me in girls panties and nylons full-time just like my sister had. "Bra's as well! " She said with a snicker. "Not those soft demi-cup styles either!" She told me. "But heavily padded underwire bra's that would be almost impossible for you to hide." "That way" She added, "Everyone will know your nothing but a subissive little sissy!" She laughed. "Won't that be fun?" She asked. She told me that whenever I was home evenings, weekends or any other time, that she expected me to be as feminine as I could. "Panties, a bra, nylons, a slip, a dress or skirt and blouse, heels and make-up." She said. I was also expected to keep my nails polished. "Sex for me will be whatever I desire with who ever I desire." said sternly. "For you" She continued. "It will be comming only when I give my permission and you will most often be masterbating." She laughed and then added, "The biggest change will be that you will have to eat everything you ejaculate." Having said that she patted the bed next to her as she ordered me to sit down. After I had settled onto the bed she pulled my arms behind me, pinning them together with her knee's, then she slipped her hands into the front of my blouse. I gasped when I felt her fingers slip into the cups of my bra. "Tell me again how excited you get seeing me in my panties!" She whispered into one of my ears. "Tell me how you love to look at my panties knowing that I have a real pussy inside of them." She giggled and added, "A pussy like you wish you had between your legs!" As I stammered out how I loved the way she looked in just panties she used her long fingernails to pinch my nipples. She tightened her arms around me each time she felt me flinch and after several hard pinches she ordered me to "Lie still!" In a short time she was pinching them very hard and afterwards would whisper "Good girl" when I remained motionless. "I'll tell you right now" She said, "I intend to make you pay for humiliating me like that in front of one of my girlfriends." Then digging her hard nails into my nipples hard enough that I gasped she whispered that she would make me sorry that I ever put on a pair of girl panties. She thought of how she was going to torment my cock and balls. She could almost invision me squirming helplessly, pulling against the ropes she inteded to use to bind me with as she heaped painfull abuse on top more painful abuse. She was sure that I would wish I didn't have male genitals for her to torture. "You have to be punished because you don't have a nice pussy between your legs." She explained. "And I intend to do some very painful things to them." After that day not an hour passed that she didn't tell me what a pretty woman I was. The young blonde, Denise, was a frequent visitor and it became obvious very quickly that she enjoyed watching Kelly punish me. Several times she had worked her fingers between her thighs, teasing herself to the edge of an climax while she watched Kelly all kinds of things to me she had never thought of. A couple of times she begged Kelly to let her torture my balls. They seemed to fasinate her and she loved to watch my reactions to what she was doing to them. She always came several times when she was using different devices to give them a good working over. Whenever either of them had had a hard day at work my wrists would be tied to a cord which ran to a hook in the ceiling in the den so that just the toe's of my hi-heels touched the floor. After my dress or skirt had been bunched up around my waist one or both of them would work out thier fustrations at my expense. Kelly favored her hairbrush, which she would often use to smack me between my thighs, aiming it so it landed against the narrow crotchband of my panties as well as my cock which the tight narrow strip held in place. More than once she made it so sore I couldn't stand to touch it and even my smooth panties felt like sandpaper when they moved over it. Denise favored a long wooden pointer because it left thin red welts everywhere it landed and several times both of my ass cheeks were criss-crossed with so many red lines they looked like one solid color. Of course during these "R and R sessions", as Kelly called them, if I made too much noise they would strip off thier panties and use them to gag me. Kelly didn't hesitate to show me off to any of her friends and even allowed them to watch when she deemed that I needed to be punished for one thing or another. I found that this was the most humiliating of all. Bending over while I held up my own skirt or dress and presenting my pantied ass so it could be thoroughly paddled with Kelly's hairbrush in front of one or two women from Kelly's office. After I had been disaplined I was almost always ordered to oraly service any one of her girlfriends that desired it and it didn't take long for almost every one of her friends who visited to agree to have me do this to them when it was suggested. True to her words she made me eat everything that squirted from my cock on those rare occasions I was allowed to come. Several times I was made to masterbate in front of one or two of her friends, who verbally abused and belittled me the whole time and who laughed openly when my wife would scoop up my sticky sperm and then feed it to me. One day Denise showed up and said that since I was so used to the taste of sperm that I shouldn't mind eating her pussy, even though she had just been thoroughly fucked by her boyfriend. My wife stood and watched with wide sparkling eyes as I was made to do just that. She discovered that she enjoyed making me do that so much that shortly after that she began dressing up and going out and getting laid, just so she could come home and force me to suck the come out of her pussy. She would climax over and over while she forced me to that and she told me that they were the strongest climaxs she had ever experienced. A couple of times two or three of my wifes friends showed up with condoms they said they had insisted thier lovers wear when they made love. One by one they untied them, then turned inside out so the sticky fluid inside was deposited in my open mouth. Only after they had all been emptied could I swallow. The large amout of come made it difficult to get down my throat and I had to really work at it, which delighted all of them. Kelly, by that time had taken complete control over me, in and out of the bedroom and I didn't know what to expect her to do next. But even I was suprised when one evening, after I had donned my most feminine outfit, she bound me to one of the wooden dining room chairs. She had inserted one of the biggest butt-plugs she could buy into my rear and the hard wooden seat made sure it was constantly being forced deeper or sideways. After unfastening the buttons of my blouse so she could pull it open she slid each cup of my padded bra down far enough for her to attach a little spring clip onto each nipple. I gasped, straining against the bindings holding me in place as each one was clipped in place and after pulling my bra back into place and buttoning up my blouse she kneaded each of the protruding mounds. After an hour or so Denise and her current boyfriend joined us and right on the sofa in front of me she had sex with him. After he had come in her twice Kelly forced me so I was laying face up, then Denise moved directly from under her boyfriend to me. Squating down until she was resting her entire weight on my face she sat while the still warm come drained into my mouth. I was forced to do the same thing a week later, only this time two of her girlfriends from her office and thier boyfriends replaced Denise and her man. I was made to suck each woman clean after they had screwed their mate and working in round-robin fashion I was made to eat each one three times. I felt ill afterwards from consuming so much come. It was shortly after that while I was lying in bed dressed in a multi-layered pink baby-doll nightie, with matching ruffled panties, that I suggested my wife bring her boyfriend home. She became so angry that she bound my wrists to the headboard, then pulling my balls until I was streched tight she tied a cord around them and to the footboard so I couldn't move but a fraction of an inch. Then she stood beside the bed and as I watched fastened the straps of the largest dildo I'd ever seen around her hips. The rubber cock bobbed up and down from it's own weight as she pulled the straps tight. She made me suck on it so that my lipstick was smeared over the head and thick shaft, then she climbed onto the bed. She was laughing as she moved between my legs which she forced open with her knee's. "So you want to try and please a real man huh?" She asked spreading my cheeks. "You want to feel like a real woman?" She snickered positioning the bulbous head at my puckered opening. The whole time I was begging her not to do what I knew she intended to do, but she ignored me. Instead she kept humiliating me saying things like, "Well I'll show you how a woman feels sissy!" and telling me "You'll love this so much you'll be begging me to rape your sissy ass again and again." I tried to move away from her as she slowly began to put more and more of her weight behind her hips, but the pain I felt in my balls kept me from moving more then a quarter inch. I was gasping as she pressed the dildo forward, "Almost baby!" She panted excitedly. "It's almost in." Suddenly the blunt head popped forward an inch or so forcing the tight ring of muscle to strech around it. Even though my breath was forced out of me I opened my mouth to cry out only to have her stuff it full of her panties. By the time I did have enough breath to make a noise she had withdrawn it and reinserted it several times, doubling and then tripling the pain shooting out into my crotch, inner thighs and hips. I was kicking my lower legs franticly as she slowly forced the remainder of the thick cock into me. I felt it filling my tummy until her hips rested on my upturned cheeks. "So how does it feel to be a woman?" SHe aske as she bounced her hips back and forth sharply. "Do you enjoy being used like a woman?" She teased. I was told to lie perfectly still as she began to pull her hips back. If I flinched or moved she would bury it all the way inside me again and start over. After a couple of times of her doing this I was lying motionless, allowing her to have her way with me. My insides felt as if they were being pulled out along with her cock and was almost grateful when she reversed directions and began to push it back into my body. "Oh you little sissy your so tight!" SHe exclaimed as I laid motinless under her. "Your so damn tight the men are going to love doing this to you!" She taunted. My entire pelvis area was enveloped by a searing, stabbing pain by the time she had worked up to a slow sawing rythim. Almost at once she began to have an orgasim and she could hardly speak due to her intense climaxs that racked her body. Finally spent she laid on top of me, panting deeply. I groaned into her panties as she forced her hands between my hips and my slip and I was only semi aware of her actions as she worked my cock from between my legs. After she had it positioned so it was pointed straight up toward my belly-button she made sure my panties covered it, then withdrew her hands. "Didn't you love that sissy?" She asked softly in one ear. "You remained hard through the whole thing!" SHe teased in a playful voice. She began to slowly roll her hips so her cock moved around inside my tummy. "Doesn't it make you want to come being taken like a woman sissy?" She asked. The sensations of my cock moving against the numerous layers of my panties, pantyhose, slip and skirt forced thier way into my head and I was shortly slipping my hips up and down as far as my tied balls would allow. All I could feel was her cock implanted deeply in my tummy and my cock burrowing into the many layers of my female clothing. When she asked if I wished it had been a real cock I found that without even thinking about it I responded with a nod. "Would you like to be made into a real woman sissy?" She asked in a sexy voice. Again I nodded. Still lying on me she kissed my ear, then picked up the phone. I laid under her and listened while she told someone on the other end that she was going to put me into a taxi and send me over to them. After she had hung up she giggled. "I'm going to send you over to my boyfriends house and he's going to use you just like I did!" She said. "Your to remain there until he's taken you as many times as he wants." As she slowly withdrew her cock she added, "And from now on you will allow anyone I give you to to use you in any fashion they desire. Understand sissy?" I felt faint as I nodded that I understood. Her laugher flooded into my head until it almost unbareable.