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The Secret
(Part 1)
By
Lauren Westley
Somehow he had found out. But how? I pondered the
question as I sat reading my email. How did he know my home
address and where I worked? How did he know the pictures I
had downloaded from alt.sex.trans? Or the stories I had read
at Fictionmania? I couldn't believe it, but he did. But he
also said he had "fingerprinted me" which he said, meant
he could "prove where I had been."
The email continued with a statement how he could
easily forward all this to my boss. Here I was barely 21
with a great job in software security. I was making over a
hundred thousand a year with plenty of advancement to come.
Stock options alone in a few years would give me the
opportunity to retire in 10 years. But all this would come
to an end if they thought I was into something like
transexualism. I remember the owner of the company at our
last company outing talking about how this was not a
"liberal" company when it came to sexual escapades. It was
obvious he wasn't even happy about sex outside marriage. It
hadn't bothered me to move to Texas. The pay was great and
my little secret was just a hidden Internet thing.
But now, this letter from some unknown stranger named
Paul. It continued saying,
"Now that I have your attention, let me explain what I
expect. I've waited for sometime to find someone exactly
like you. Your Internet proclivity and you real virginity
coupled with your looks is exactly what I have been waiting
for.
My mind wandered as I thought about the meaning of
"your looks." I was 5'8" and less then 140 lbs. My hair
was moderate length and sandy in color. How did he know what
I looked like? He knew too much and threatened even more.
The letter continued.
You have a two-week vacation to take next month. I know
you weren't planning to go away but instead stay home and
lounge around. Well, things have changed. You will be
spending your vacation with me. And you will be spending it
not as John but as Jennifer. Over the next five weeks, you
will shop for all the feminine things a woman would need on
a vacation to San Diego in the late spring. Including bikini
bathing suits and feminine tampons. For each item you forget
to pack or fail to bring you will receive ten hard whacks on
your ass with a paddle. So I advise you to think clearly.
When you arrive in San Diego, you will go to the
Airport Westin Hotel and change entirely to feminine wear.
You can electronically check out and take a taxi to my
house.
He continued with his address and phone number. I
wasn't suppose to call him unless of some emergency. Not
showing up was not an emergency. I was to work on my voice
and femininity during these next weeks. He had given me
several Internet addresses that would help me learn how to
practice my voice and femininity training. Some could supply
me with special items like breasts and other necessary
items. The rest I was to buy around town. And he even said
my suitcase should be feminine. His instructions were
detailed. The email was nearly 30 pages long. It included
the exact type of breasts I was to buy. They glued on and
were made of some material, which would move with bounce. I
was to be a 34B. Otherwise they may come loose.
Even though they cost $750 I expect you to buy them
Jennifer. You may spend over $3,000 for everything. But that
is inexpensive versus the alternative. Also, you must
realize that I am a 'dom'. I know you understand the term
from the story you read over six times before you downloaded
it called, "The Submissive Sissy Slut." For each
infraction of femininity and/or obedience you will be
spanked severely.
My heart pounded in my chest as I read on. I should buy
woman's magazines such as Glamour, Vogue and even Playgirl
and read them every evening. I was to only watch the two
women's channels on TV. Most of the pounding came from the
realization that I was actually beginning to consider that I
was going to do all this. What alternative did I have? Wreck
a new career? Security software was the only thing I knew
about. Why hadn't I paid attention when I was on the net?
Was I foolish enough to think I was alone? The letter ended
with "Jennifer, I'll see you on Friday, May 3 at 4pm at my
house. It was signed, "Sir Cock." There was a PS for me to
save the letter to insure I had the information I would need
these next weeks. I pressed SAVE and saved the file to my
hidden files. But, they didn't feel very hidden anymore.
The next day in my office I got a short email asking,
"have you made your reservations yet?" It was signed SC. I
booked the flight. Later that week a package arrived at my
house. There was a note to take these vitamins. I recognized
the brand name. The note continued I was to be very fit when
I arrived. There was also a diet I was to follow. It seemed
like salads, chocolates, quiche; etc. was on the list. I was
to cook it at home and to only eat out at three restaurants.
They were where mainly woman hung out. A pair of lady high
heels was also enclosed. The note said to wear them whenever
I was home alone until my other things arrived. It said I
was to be sure to have begun shaving my body and wearing
panties and bra and using makeup by this weekend. Until I
had panties and bra I was to walk around my house in the
heels only. No other clothing, except for the little pearl
necklace and fake diamond tennis bracelet, which was also
enclosed, were I to wear at home.
As the weeks wore away I walked around the house
getting better until I was able to walk in heels easily. At
first I wore just heels, bracelet and necklace. It was so
humiliating, but I did it. On April 15th the breasts
arrived from the order I placed on the Internet. I got an
email from him that night which said I should start to wear
them on the weekend. I couldn't believe how he knew. I
trembled a bit. Since taking the vitamins I had become a
little more emotional. I hadn't figured that out yet and
would only learn later that they weren't vitamins.
Walking around the house in heels, bra filled with
breasts, panties and perfume practicing my voice lessons, I
began to feel more feminine. One Saturday night, the weekend
before I was to leave I suddenly sat down at the end of
having cleaned the house, packing and practicing as
prescribed and started to cry. I had been peeing sitting
down for nearly three weeks and wearing a teddy at night to
sleep in and I cried just thinking about it. His emails had
instructed me to Vaseline the tip of a tampon and push it in
my ass and then let the string hang out. He had me do this
over 20 times to get use to the idea. And he said he would
tell me when to use them, but I was to keep a supply in my
purse.
My ability to apply make-up had become quite good. I
was surprised and could not figure out why this had been so
easy. Putting on stockings had been more difficult. I had
torn several pair early on. His instructions (Sir Cock, the
only name I knew) became more and more frequent and exact.
Only garters and stockings, dangling earrings, sanitary pads
to be worn when told, etc. were mentioned in various emails.
Finally Friday May 2nd came and everyone at the office
wished me a wonderful two weeks. The boss had said, "You've
earned them John." My brain heard the name Jennifer as it
had been going through me for weeks. I left the office and
went home. I was all packed. My suitcases were a very
feminine mauve. They were the only feminine ones I could
find and I couldn't put them into anything else. The next
morning I was ready when the taxi came. I was wearing the
bra (no breasts) and panties under my shirt and pants. I had
a feminine pad in the crotch and a tampon in my ass with the
string hanging out. On of my last set of instructions had
said the last public men's room I could use would be at the
airport. If I used it I was to "use a stall and spend 15
minutes listening to the men and wondering why I had come in
the wrong restroom." I went to the bathroom before I left
vowing not to need to use the men's room at the airport.
I had made a 9:15 a.m. flight so I would be in San
Diego by 10:30a.m. Figuring I would need at least 3 hours to
get ready and a couple of hours for other travel and eating.
At the airport I checked in and went to have some breakfast
since I had nearly 45 minutes before my flight. I could feel
the bra and panties, the string, everything as I sat there.
Someone was looking at me and I realized I was using my
utensils in an extremely effeminate manner. As I finished
and went to my gate and discovered my flight was delayed one
hour. They said the plane was there but there was some a
light, which needed to be replaced.
Well about 15 minutes later, the coffee (with hazelnut
cream), juice and muffin had worked its way through me. I
knew I would have to go to the bathroom. There in front of
me was the woman's room and I almost thought of going there
when I looked left and saw the men's room. I walked in like
a foreigner. As I went in a very gay guy walked out and when
I got to the stall, I heard some men talking about him. I
wondered whether Sir Cock (was that the name I would call
him?) had set this all up. It seemed like it.
Sitting down on the toilet I could hear them saying
what a "fairy" he was. How he must like it "up his ass."
Sitting there as I peed with my string dangling down, I
could here them laughing about how much "cum he must have
swallowed recently." I nearly started crying. As I walked
out to the plane, I was sure other men were talking about me
the same way.
The plane trip was uneventful and I arrived in San
Diego at 11:45. By the time I got my bags and the cab had
brought me to reservations at the Westin, it was nearly
12:30. I asked at reservations if I could get a taxi and
told them the address. I also asked how long would the ride
be. Forty minutes, the reservation clerk told me. I hurried
upstairs and realized once I was in my room that I had less
then three hours to be ready. About 15 minutes later there
was a knock at the door and I nearly jumped from fright. I
had begun to get ready by laying things out on my bed.
Putting on a robe I heard the words, "room service" and
let him in. There was a tray of food a large box wrapped
like a gift with a card. "Compliments of SC," said the man
and he left not even waiting for a tip.
The card simply said "Welcome Jennifer." Inside the
box were four bottles of perfume-scented douche and a set of
breasts like the ones I brought with a subtle. The note
explained how I was to douche my "pussy" and hold it for
10 minutes. The breasts the note said were just a little
different and I was to wear them. They had clamps in both
centers attached to a thin wire that went through to the
front and ended in two small brass rings. You could pull the
brass rings and the wires would pull the clamps, which
obviously were to attach to my nipples. I trembled.
Over the next hours, I squirted the perfume-scented
douche and it cleared my insides. I attached the breasts. My
nipples seemed larger and more sensitive. The clamps fit
tightly. And although sensitive, it was not painful.
Toenails painted, fingernails, which had grown longer and
had been manicured by me just yesterday painted with the
same deep seductive red. The fancy black miracle bra with
lace and matching panties with the string of my tampon
sitting in the seat made me feel so feminine. My little
pearl necklace was framing my head as I applied the make-up
and completed the transformation.
By 3 p.m., I was dressed in the little slutty dress
from Victoria Secret. It had spaghetti straps and was short
enough I could feel the air move as I walked in my red heels
that matched. The last part of the note he had sent earlier
was as I was checking out; I should turn to channel 71. I
finished packing my bags. Had a phone call that my cab for
Jennifer Williams was here. I said for them to come up, the
door would be open, and they could just take her bags down.
She would follow shortly. I heard them take the bags as I
checked out in my bedroom and then went to channel 71. There
I saw a video of me getting ready and a deep voice saying,
"should you have any second thoughts." The last words he
said was I should come into the foyer without ringing and
have the driver leave my bags there. Also, I was to
submissively remember to keep my eyes down and look only at
his cock unless told otherwise.
I left the room and went to the elevator. It was 3:30
and the elevator was slow coming. I was on the 12th floor.
Finally it came and stopped at the 8th floor. A man entered
and went back behind me. I could feel his eyes as I stood
there waiting for the lobby. Just as the elevator was
stopping I felt his hand rub my ass. As I turned the
elevator doors opened and he smiled. I was speechless and
walked out into the lobby the feeling of his hand still on
my ass as I went out to the cab that was waiting.
The cab driver said I was one "sexy gal." It took
just over 25 minutes to get there and we arrived shortly
after 4 p.m. It was a secluded house at the end of road with
just two new uncompleted houses nearby and several vacant
lots from the entrance. Obviously a new development with
this the only occupied house. The driver, Andy, carried my
bags into the foyer where I tipped him and he left. So here
I was at Sir Cock's house 5 minutes late but I was here. I
trembled again and then I heard his voice. "Leave your bags
in the foyer Jennifer and come into the living room."
I walked into the living room. He was standing there. I
looked at him with my eyes down and saw he was about 6'3"
over 225 lbs. His massive cock hanging out of his button fly
trousers. Hanging there with my eyes looking at it.
"Good Girl," he said, "I'm glad you remembered your
manners. Now don't forget, don't look up unless I give you
permission. And now walk that cunt over here." Looking at
his cock I began my walk towards him. I felt more feminine
then ever. I could even feel my tiny penis harden a bit. I
was surprised because I hadn't felt sexual for the past week
or so. I had actually been so afraid the last week. Plus, I
was so emotional. I had cried several times.
My walk was so feminine. My ass swayed as I walked.
Just the way the instructions at one of the web sites had
advised. My wrist limp and fingers with red nails pointed
out. Standing next to Sir Cock I trembled. His hand came
around on my ass pushing the hem of my dress up revealing my
garters, panties and flesh between them and my stockings. As
he played with my ass he explained that the next two weeks
must be completely obeyed or all the information and video
would be sent to my boss and my parents. His finger rubbed
my crack and pulled at the string on the tampon.
"I want you to know I will have friends over, we will
go out and you will be my little 'sissy' slut. You almost
pass but everyone will know that you are a 'sissy' and I
like that idea," he said. Then he handed me a rulebook,
which I had to read out loud. Several times I started to
stop or began to whimper. My voice broke on the words
"potty, toilet" but Sir Cock just kept me going either by
slapping my ass a bit or cajoling me.
The Rule Book
These are the rules to be followed at all times. Any
infraction whether intentional or not will be subject to
punishment.
? General
o You are his toilet.
o The toilet in the bathroom is not to be used
except by you when given permission to dispose of
unwanted items.
o Polite replies such as "Yes Sir" and "No Sir" are
required at all times.
o Anything asked of you must be performed.
o Permission must be granted before:
? Peeing
? Pooping
? Cumming
? Masturbating
? Eating
? Cleaning yourself
? Changing your clothes
o When he uses your mouth:
? You may not swallow cum until given
permission
? You may swallow his piss without permission
o You must clean up any messes made, sexual or
otherwise.
o Always wear his piss with pride and shine when you
walk with it in you.
o When he twists your left nipple and pulls, he is
opening the toilet door. You must say, "Welcome to
your toilet, Sir. Would you like to use the urinal
(mouth) or the stall (ass)"
o When he twists your right nipple and pulls, he is
flushing you. You must sound like you are
flushing, then say, "Thank you Sir, your pee is in
your toilet".
o Whenever you are given a "gift" (cum, piss) you
must say "Thank you Sir" with a smile.
o At all times, you must walk and talk in a feminine
and sexy way, swaying your ass as you walk, etc.
? Meals
o All cooking is to be done wearing only an apron,
bra and panties and either a tampon or a butt
plug.
o You must not shirk your cooking task no matter
what he decides to do with your body - his needs
come first.
o He is to be served first
o You will be told when and how you may eat
o You will provide receptacles for unwanted food
(mouth, pussy-ass)
o You will provide entertainment for anyone at any
time, by striptease, masturbating.
o You will obey all men as if they are Sir Cock.
? Rooms
o When he enters a room
? Offer yourself until used or dismissed
? If you are facing away, bend forward,
offering your pussy-ass - pulling your cheeks
apart for better access.
? If you are facing him, lay back on the
nearest object, opening your mouth, and
spreading your legs wide to offer all
openings. With your fingers, open your pussy-
ass wide.
o When he leaves a room
? If you think he may return soon, stay in
whatever position you were left in.
? Tidy up the room, cleaning up any messes.
o When you enter a room which is not empty
? If he has an erect cock, offer to suck it.
? If there is any obvious service that needs to
be performed, do it.
? Position yourself near him, with your mouth
open and legs spread wide - quietly offering
any hole that might be needed until you are
used or dismissed.
? In bed at night
o If at any time, his cock appears erect, you must
suck it until he comes, or tells you that you may
stop.
o You will provide potty services as required.
o You will provide massage as required.
o You will provide sexual services as required.
o Should you need to go to the toilet you must
either:
? Ask permission (if he is awake). You may be
given permission to use your designated spot.
? Hold it until morning.
? Get up and lie on the designate spot - you
may soil yourself as you lie there so as not
to wake him, but if you do this, you must not
clean up, but must sleep there until morning.
o You are the alarm clock - wake him gently.
o Prior to performing your alarm clock function,
prepare yourself - he needs a clean, fresh toilet
in the morning. All entrances to his toilet are to
be clean and pleasant.
o If his cock is soft, suck it while he wakes, and
until he comes, or until he directs you to do
something else.
o If his cock is hard, you may either suck it or you
may make your pussy wet and lower yourself onto
it, taking care that only your pussy touches him
while he begins to wake. Raise and lower your
pussy slowly and erotically.
? Punishments
o Receive all punishments with good grace.
o Thank him for the punishment during, and after.
o You may cry softly without asking permission.
o If told that you need punishment, quickly find the
nearest paddle, strap, or whatever, and offer its
use.
o
These rules are to be memorized and carried out at all times.
By the time I had finished reading the rules I was
sobbing as he rubbed my ass and said it would be fine. He
assured me I would learn to be a good 'sissy slut' and
reminded me that he had said he was Dom when he called. He
took my red long nailed hand, which had a little fake
diamond tennis bracelet and put it on his cock.
"I bet you've never felt a real cock before," he
stated as he held my hand to his groin. His cock was so big
in my hand. Mine was barely two inches around when hard. His
was HUGE. "A little later we'll get your hair properly done
and don't forget to use your makeup regularly. When your
lipstick is needed use it. Now kneel down and we'll start
the rules." His hand went to my shoulder as he pushed me
gently to my knees.
Oh..gosh...I thought. Now it was going to happen. His cock
was hanging in my face brushing my cheek and nose. The rules
flashed in my mind.
"OPEN WIDE.... Suck and don't swallow."
His cock rubbed my ruby red lips and I found myself
opening them. Here I was a little sissy cocksucker with a
man's dick in my mouth and my own little stiff member just a
cockette. A few tears fell down my cheek over my lips and
onto his cock in my mouth. Patting my head as I sucked he
urged me on, He seemed so gentle for a Dom. So nice for a
man who had made me come here for my vacation to be his
'sissy slut' and then I remembered the rules and more tears
flowed as his cock hardened and filled my mouth.
"Later I'll teach you how to deep throat so a load can
be shot right into your little tummy," he snickered. It
didn't seem to long before I felt his precum leak onto my
tongue and then the spurts of cum came. I had never shot
that much cum myself. He pulled his cock back a bit as if he
knew as my mouth was filling and needed more room to
accommodate his spunk.
"Ahhhhhhhh..." he sighed as he finished. "Let me see
what's in your mouth," Sir Cock demanded? Kneeling there I
opened my mouth and had to lean my head back to keep his
seed in my mouth. "Oh, not a very big load today Jennifer.
Sorry. Now stand up and rub your clitty till you cum in your
panties, AND DON'T SWALLOW."
I stood up with my mouth open and began rubbing my
little dick.... cockette...clitty. Sir Cock left the room and
while he was gone I felt myself harden. I didn't know why I
was turned on, but before long I was feeling very turned on
and just when I started to cum I head a click and saw a
flash. Sir Cock had taken a Polaroid of me all dressed up
and cumming in my panties.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. He looked at me sternly,
reminding me not to swallow and pointed to me saying,
"stand still while I answer the door."
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