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Tami's Descent
CHAPTER ONE - The background and beginning
My name is Tim. Well, I guess nowadays, it is more Tami than
anything else. I have been cross-dressing since I was 18. I
started out like many by wearing my sister's clothes. I have
always been attracted especially to fetish attire. There has
always been something about woman dressed in leather that
has been a major turn-on. A classy woman dressed in a
business suit attracted me like no other.
Unfortunately, however, the only "fetish" garment that my
sister owned was a blue suede skirt. Of course, this was my
attire of choice. I used to don the skirt with a nice
multicolored, primarily beige blouse and her pink ankle
boots, hop into the parent's car, and drive around town. I
never did have the courage to walk the streets, although
there were times when I would stop on a deserted street and
step out for a few moments. I relished the exhilaration.
Anyhow, I digress.
Since then, again, like many cross dressers, I attempted to
suppress the feelings I would have. Being raised in the
traditional middle-class culture, I considered myself very
heterosexual and very "manly" in most of the things that I
did. I played many sports and did many of the typical "guy"
activities. I was involved with a number of
"regular/vanilla" relationships with women, during which the
urges in me never went away, I simply bottled them up
whenever they reared their head. I even purged my wardrobe
on occasion.
As I said, these urges never did fade and ultimately, when
my last long-term relationship came to an end, I decided to
quit attempting to hide these urges and explore them
further. Fortunately, by this time, the Internet had sprung
to life. I started shopping online, primarily using Ebay to
buy many of the outfits I had once only fantasized about. I
invested in a digital camera and would take pictures any
chance I could get.
Finally, I was able to express the other side of me that I
had kept hidden for so long. I would dream about serving a
Dominant Female as her sissy maid, being used for her
pleasure wherever and whenever she wanted. I even fantasized
about being used by multiple dominant women at the same
time. What I did not fantasize about, however, was being
used by a Dominant Male. I must admit that being used
sexually by a Dominant Transvestite was quite an intriguing
thought, however, and something that became very fascinating
to me.
I would spend much time online seeking out and chatting with
any Dominant Transvestites I could find. My ultimate fantasy
was to serve at a gathering of Dominant Women (perhaps
including Dominant Transvestites), donned in a clear plastic
maid uniform, which, while still donning clothing, easily
showed, by undergarments. I could imagine myself answering
the door with each arriving guest and having them make
comments at the sight of me and my attire. "Oh, what a
pretty maid.", "wow, what a sexy slut," "impressive, what a
whorish outfit," were some of the comments I could imagine.
All the while, the guests would have the opportunity to
fondle me and have their way with me.
Some of the scenarios included having them take me into the
back room, have their way with me and return to the party as
if nothing happened. Again, there were no men at the party,
only Dominant Women. After all, I was still a very
heterosexual, "manly" man outside of this particular habit
that I may have.
Anyhow, time went by and as my collection of fetish attire,
outfits, shoes, and adornments increased, so did my photo
collection. I was always exciting at the thought of taking
risqu? or more explicit shots. I have many interests in the
realm of Dominance and Submission, and picture taking was
one of them. If you haven't caught on yet, I also very much
enjoy humiliation, degradation, and bondage.
One other particular interest of mine is body-writing. If
you haven't explored this fetish, I strongly recommend it. I
remember seeing one transvestite, bound, gagged, tied with
words like "whore", "sissy", "cunt", "bitch", written on her
body in permanent magic marker It was photos like these that
I would collect and save on the hard drive on my computer.
My collection is vast, and since I live alone, I simply keep
this on my hard drive or on compact disc, as I have no
worries of others using my pc.
I also would enjoy collected short video-clips of TV's being
taken. Unfortunately, many of these involved Dominant males
using TV's, but I didn't care. Something about the
helplessness of the submissive TV's was something I found
very erotic. Also, the males seemed to be more cruel and
humiliating that the Dominant Women. As humiliation is a
turn-on, I was naturally attracted to these clips, which I
would watch often. There was one set that I enjoyed very
much called "biker-slut" or something like that. It was
about a girl (GG) who gets used by a bunch of bikers. Again,
although I am/was heterosexual, there was something I found
enticing about this particular set of clips. The fact that
they used her and left her was awesome.
Another of my favorite fantasies was to be tied, spread-
eagle, and face down to a bed, unable to move or turn my
head. I would be gagged with a penis gag, presumably by a
Dominant Mistress. I would hear the click-click of her heels
as they made their way into the room. She would approach my
ass and begin to rub and lube it up. She would then proceed
to enter me, and I would begin to move myself towards her as
much as I could, considering my bound predicament. As she
continues working her way in and out of me, she walks in
front of me, brandishing a large strap-on. As she stares at
me with a sly grin, I suddenly realize that she isn't the
one who is taking me from behind. I mean, how could she be
the one taking my ass when she is standing directly in front
of me? She tells me to "shut the fuck up whore. I know this
is your fantasy so just take the fucking like you deserve.
That is what good little whores do." She then removes my
penis gag and begins fucking me with the strap-on. They both
continue to ride me, using both of my available holes until
they cum with delight. Mistress then replaces the dildo gag
and they both leave the room. After they leave, I realize I
never did know who took my ass from behind. I mean I was
raped, but don't even know by whom! As I enjoy writing, I
would write these fantasies down in a journal, which I also
left by my PC. Again, since I live alone, there were no
worries about anyone prying.
Anyway, one particular night, I was looking forward to
taking a new set of photos. I had recently finished a
project of making a very nice spreader bar, which I made
exceptionally wide. After all, since I wanted to be a whore
and take good photos, I thought it all the more risqu? to
spread myself completely. I would take photos about once a
week, and this was my night to go a little further. I didn't
have much experience in self-bondage, but how hard could it
be? I just needed to make sure that I didn't make the last
clip too tight and I should be able to get out easily.
Fortunately, I have a remote control for my camera, which
allows me to take photos without having to run for a timer.
The only drawback is, however, that the camera automatically
shuts down after a certain time and you have to be at the
camera to turn it back on.
I decided to go all out this particular night. I was going
to deck myself out in all latex, including latex panties.
Since I really wanted to get risqu?, I also decided to take
out my large dildo that I enjoyed practicing on. Nothing
more exciting than a bound TV forced to suck a dildo.
Anyhow, I started prepping myself for the night's activities
ahead. I took my time shaving my entire body, as I did
often. I started with the electric razor, and then moved on
to the nice relaxing bath, where I used a manual razor to
shave myself nice and smooth including my private areas.
After all, I can't dress the part if I don't feel the part
too. When I was done with my body, I completed the hair
removal by a complete facial shaving. I made sure my face
was nice and smooth to allow for the perfect application of
makeup.
When I was finished, I logged onto the computer. When I am
nice and dressed, I also like to start up the web cam to
allow some other to see. I get loads of IM's from guys, but
since I am not interested in men, I rarely even answer. They
can be such a bore. I mean, they don't read my profile
saying I am not interested in men?? I signed on to AOL,
Yahoo, and the other services I frequent including some
personal ad services. I list my city, but I figure there are
too many people out there for me to have to worry about
being recognized. After all, only others that are into the
scene would be looking there, right?
I signed on and began the slow process of the makeup
application. I like to take my time and do it right so I
look ultra-feminine. As usual, I got lots of IM's from a
bunch of horny guys, including one from a male that called
himself Master Ken. Now, this particular guy was one that I
talk to on occasion, but never thought of the possibility of
actually meeting him. Talk online was harmless, so I would
even tease on occasion, and send my naughty photos to him.
He lived a few states away, so I had no worries about ever
actually having to deal with my taunts. He said hello, and
I, in my usual fashion, described the attire I would wear
later to him. He was very impressed and complimented me as
usual. I even enticed him a bit by sending him a photo of my
last session when I took photos of my sucking my dildo. I
told him, "it's too bad you are so far away." He responded
by saying, "Well, one of these days you will submit to Me."
I smiled and simply responded, "Yes, sir", knowing that I
didn't have to worry about that possibility. After all, I
couldn't imagine myself ever calling someone, "Master". I
mean, I had my cross dressing interests, but underneath, I
am a typical male. I told him I would be in and out while I
got ready and, as usual, he said, "I'll be here."
I prepped my makeup as usual. Light shade of pink under the
eyes, dark gray above them highlighted with black mascara
and eyeliner. I even used false eyelashes tonight, which is
something I don't normally do. I applied my foundation and
blush and applied the powder to even out my face. I finished
my facial ensemble with a nice rosy shade of red, which I
knew Mr. Ken loved. I figured I might as well drive him wild
while I am at it. I guess I kind of enjoyed being a tease,
and since I won't see him, why not give him a show, hehe.
I returned to the PC wearing a pair of black latex panties
and said hello again. He simply said a polite hello in
return and I resumed my dressing. I put on a pair of black
nylons (wow, they feel so sexy on freshly shaven legs), a
pair of black garters, and my black bra containing my
typical extra-large breast forms. I have always been a big
breast fan so naturally I gravitated towards being a buxom
babe. I then slipped on my black and red striped latex
"skater-skirt" with my red and black latex halter-top. I
added my gold hoop earrings (that extra special slut look)
with a strawberry blonde wig. I placed my black patent
leather ankle boots on my feet. Finally, I also adorned
myself with a nice gold arm band/bracelet, various rings,
and the icing to it all, my pink patent leather collar. I
loved having that on.
I checked myself out in the mirror when I was all complete.
Wow, did I look good. I don't know if I had ever looked as
well as I did that night. I was going to enjoy taking
photos, and mind you, I was revved to take some nasty ones.
As always, I returned to my computer before doing anything
else. I closed the many IM windows from the various horny
men that IM'd me, and said hello again to Mr. Ken. He asked
if I was finished dressing and I said, "Yes, Sir, I am." He
asked politely if he could view my web cam. I guess that is
why I spoke to him as opposed to the other males that
solicited me; he was always very polite and very nice. He
wasn't as crude or as brash as the other many IM's I got,
asking, "would you like to suck my cock.", "may I lick your
asshole?", or something else of the like. Even though I
liked that kind of talk and/or humiliation, I wanted it from
a Mistress, not some vulgar man.
I took a final look at myself and started my web cam. Of
course, he was the first to request permission to view,
followed by some of the other girls I spoke with online. I
flirted a bit and showed myself around a bit to those that
watched. Again, as usual, I received a number of requests
from various males and such requesting to view my cam, which
I promptly denied. Geez, don't I sound like a stuck-up
bitch? I mean, at least say hello first.
Anyhow, after a few minutes of idle chat and showing myself
off, I told everyone that I would be away from the cam to
take some photos. Funny, Mr. Ken usually keeps viewing even
while I am away but for some particular reason, he signed
off shortly after I announced I would be away to take
photos. Ah well, probably yahoo was just acting up again; he
will request to see me as soon as he logs back on, as usual.
He always likes to watch and pay compliments. He'll have to
wait until I am done. I left the computer and went into the
bedroom. After all, I wanted to try out my newly created
spreader bar. I was so anxious.
I had recently gotten quite busy making my place over into a
fetish haven. New spreader bar, newly made bondage cross,
newly made fuck bench, and I even altered my bed for someone
to be tied spread eagle. I had hoped to find a Mistress to
fulfill that fantasy for me. Alas, someday...
I set out to take my photos. As I knew the bondage photos
were going to take some doing and would probably mess my
hair a bit, I started out with the typical poses. I would
sit on the bed, nice and proper; stand in the corner, and my
favorite, with my purse out like a streetwalker. I would
often think about driving out into the city where the
transvestite hookers would be, just to get out and walk the
streets. Ah, then I would get hit on by men, yuck.
When I was finished taking the usual battery of photos, I
set out to take the explicit ones. I put my ankle cuffs on
first. Wow, they were snug; I even got ones that locked into
place. Eh, what the hell, I locked them on. I have the key,
might as well put it on the bureau so I don't lose it. I
also went ahead and attached my wrist cuffs, again, locking
them on of course.
Hmmm..., I look great as a bondage TV, I thought. I placed the
key on the bed and set out to position the camera properly.
Some of my favorite photos were of me from behind, panties
exposed, so naturally, I was excited of the thought of using
a spreader bar to "open me up". I got the camera in place
and set out to try my first self-bondage. I didn't have to
run, but I did have to act somewhat expeditiously, since the
camera would automatically shut down after a few minutes.
I sat down on the bed and fastened my ankles to the spreader
bar. Wow, I really did make this wide! It really did do a
good job of spreading me out. Unfortunately, I wasn't smart
enough to buy clips yet, so I tied my ankles to the bar.
Trust me, that was tough enough, I was very much secured to
the bar.
I then set ahead to the task of tying my wrists. I decided
that once I secured one hand, the other would be free, so
instead, I decided to secure them using one ultimate tie,
securing them very tightly. I figured it would be tough to
get out of, but I knew time was running short with the
camera. I decided, "Fuck it" and tied them tight. Wow, this
was really tough. I thought it would be easy. Not at all.
When I fastened my hands to the bar, it automatically spread
me completely and bent me over just the way I like it: face
down in the bed, legs spread, and ass in the air.
I quickly pushed the button on the remote so that the camera
did not shut off. Fortunately, the flash went off, and I
knew I had beaten the time limit. Ha, just made it. I set
off to my tasks of taking my kinky photos. Wow, this was
such a rush, so exciting. I took a bunch of photos, lost
count at about 30.
I tried to roll over and change positions, but no dice. I
really couldn't move. It was scary, but fun at the same
time. As long as I can get myself out by morning, I'll be
all right, I quipped to myself. Oh, I guess I forgot to
mention the fact that I put my ball gag into place before I
started my run for the bed. That made my feel ever so more
excited. Besides the bed on the nightstand, I left my
"practice" dildo and penis gag, which is my favorite of the
gags. I figured I would use these to take some photos later.
I continued to snap photos and tried to lift my rear further
into the air, although I didn't change positions much; it
was that tough. I had really done a good job.
I should take a step back to say I live in an apartment
complex. I live on the second floor apartment in a fairly
spacious place. The bedroom is a nice size and I have a
queen bed. I don't consort with my neighbors much, save to
say hello once in a while. Besides, people are moving in and
moving out all the time, so it is tough to keep track of
everyone. It also helps when I go out dressed. Nobody takes
notice because they don't really know much about who lives
in my place anyway. Anonymity is a good thing sometimes.
I was spacing out in the whole photography session when I
thought I heard a noise downstairs. I didn't pay it much
mind at first. Every time the neighbors come in or go out,
their doors rattle mine, so I've kind of gotten used to it.
Considering my current state, though, I somehow felt like I
had a heightened sense of hearing. I guess kind of what they
say about blind people or someone lacking another sense. I
ignored it at first, but after I heard it again, I guess I
began to panic. I tried to release myself from my bonds, but
I guess I was just too good at securing myself. That,
combined with my panic, prevented me from even moving. I
mean, what if the maintenance people were here for some
reason? How do I explain this spot? Shit, I can't move,
can't get out, what do I do?!?
Well, at least my bedroom door is closed, usually if they
need to come in; something is up with the kitchen. Maybe
something is wrong with the damn dishwasher again and the
water overflowed downstairs. Fortunately, they are pretty
good at just shutting the problem down and coming back the
next day. That's what they did last time. Maybe they won't
notice me. Oh shit, what about my computer though? I left
that on, and the cam too! Well, it has been a few minutes,
so the monitor should shut down by itself. Whew, good thing
for those screensavers. And I used to think they were
annoying. Maybe it saved my embarrassment.
I still didn't know what to do though. I was struggling to
try to get free. As I did, it became apparent that someone
was in the apartment, coming up the steps. If I can just get
out of the bonds and remove the gag, I can tell them I am
changing. However, due to the way I tied my hands, as I
tried to get loose, the bonds became tighter. Ever do that
when you are trying to untie a knot? End up making it worse?
That was me, and what a time to do it... Someone was coming
up the steps and all I could do was listen. Hell, I couldn't
even turn around to see what was going on!
After what seemed like an eternity, the steps stopped making
noise. The person was actually in my apartment now. I was
scared to death, but praying that it was simply the
maintenance guy headed to the kitchen. Damn dishwasher, what
a time to act up. They need to replace that damn thing. I
mean, shit, what about 1 or 2 inches on the other side of
the bedroom door, here I was, bound, helpless, with all of
my girly clothes on the floor, camera set up, dildo sitting
on the nightstand?? I closed my eyes and praying for the guy
to leave, all the while, hopelessly yanking at the bonds I
created for myself.
I was mortified to hear the turning of the bedroom doorknob.
I tried to scream, but gag prevented that. I tried to turn
around, but no way was that happening. Shit, what the fuck
am I going to do now? Who is it? Is it family? Friend?
Maintenance? Who else could get in? I heard the door open,
but whoever it was didn't make a sound. It was so tough, I
mean, if you see me like that, at least tell me who the hell
you are. I know if it is a family or friend or even
maintenance guy, don't you think I am humiliated enough? Let
me out of the bonds and have your laugh. I know you will
have a great story to tell others at my expense. Guess it's
time to find another apartment.
After what seemed like another eternity, finally, the person
spoke. "Well, well, what do we have here?" My heart sank; it
was a man's voice. Fortunately, I didn't recognize the
voice. At least it wasn't one of my family members or
friends. I mean, fuck it, what can the apartment do? I
wasn't doing anything that violates the lease, and I wasn't
committing a crime, and after all, I don't know anyone here
anyway. So, ok, Mr. Maintenance man, let me loose and tell
me what the fuck you were doing just letting yourself in. I
mean, when I signed the lease, didn't I make it clear that I
wanted to know anytime you were coming into the apartment.
Now, I was getting too pissed off to care about being
humiliated. Just let me loose, because you have some
explaining to do.
"Doesn't Tami just look so inviting," was the next sound I
heard. TAMI? How does this clown know my femme name? What
was he doing, monitoring my apartment? "So, Tami, I see you
do look very nice and inviting. It is about time we met, my
little slut." Waitaminute, what the hell is this? "I guess
you don't know who this is, huh Tami?" The most audible
noise I could make was a completely muffled, "mmph". "Here
let me help you with that camera. After all, you do like the
slutty pics, and let me tell you, you are going to be taking
some very slutty ones tonight."
I was once again mortified. Who is this person? Could it be
the maintenance person? How does he know my feminine name?
And that I was taking photos? How long has he been watching
me? "You know Tami, the lock on your apartment door is not
very secure. You really should have invested in a deadbolt.
Maybe then this wouldn't have happened."
Oh shit, now I am totally confused. Doesn't sound like a
maintenance person. I mean, he would simply have used his
key. "Either that, or you should be more careful who you
fuck with online." My heart dropped. My god, this is one of
the men from online. I don't talk to any men though, how the
hell would they know anything about me at all, much less
where I live. There is no way they would know I was doing
self bondage tonight because I don't as much as say >hi',
much less tell them what my plans are. Well, there is one
guy that I actually talk to, but that is Mr. Ken, but 1) he
lives too far away, and 2) he is much too polite to talk
this way.
As my head is spinning and I am desperately trying to figure
out what the hell is going on, I hear the sound of a zipper,
like the unzipping of a fly. I gulp in agony at the thought
of a guy taking off his pants. In my apartment no less! I
desperately yank at my bonds, again to no avail. The thought
of a guy taking out his penis in my presence has me
completely unnerved. "Now, now Tami, stay still. Does the
thought of finally being fucked have you squirming? I have a
way to take care of that, you know." "Nice ass, bitch, hope
it is ready. By the way, I did notice you left your computer
on, but we'll get to that later, my little TV slut."
The next thing I knew, I could feel the heat of someone's
presence on my naked rear. "Ah, I like a slut that takes
pride in her appearance. I can tell you do, not a hair on
you, not even on your ass. What a great whore." I stated to
whimper at the thought. This was supposed to be a fun night,
not turning out like this. After all, if anyone was to do
this, it was supposed to be a Dominant Woman, not a smelly
man! I am a heterosexual for crying out loud.
"Ah, Tami, your ass is so nice and inviting. I could fuck it
right now. I think I'll wait though, because you need
something else first." SMACK ... Ow! The spank on my ass was a
shock. "You need a spanking for teasing me you fucking slut.
I told you that you would be mine." SMACK. Wow, that stings!
I began to whine through my gag. "Ah, too bad, poor little
bitch can't even cry out for help." SMACK, he continued to
spank my ass until it was nice and red. "Figured it out yet,
BITCH? Do you know who has you at his whim and mercy?" I was
at a loss. I had no idea. "Well, I would tell you, but I
think I'll wait. There is something I would like to do
first."
I suddenly felt something very wet and cold on the crack of
my rear. "Ah, my little whore, how does that lube feel? Do
you know what that is for?" I was just coming down from the
sting of the spanking when I heard the words. The wetness of
the lube was cool against the heat from the smacks on my
butt. I slowly began to hear that words that he said. What
that is for...? Ohmygod, he didn't actually plan to put
anything in there, did he? I mean, I am still a virgin, save
for a few butt plugs, but nothing substantial. I started
yanking at my bonds, very hard this time. There was no way I
was going to sit still for this. I only wanted to take some
cool photos, but be raped.
"Go ahead Tami, keeping pulling, you'll enjoy it more when I
take that nasty ass. You know you are nothing but a kinky,
slutty whore. You want to be a cockslut and that is just
what you are going to be when I am done with you. You are
going to be begging to take cock when I am through. Wait
until you enjoy the taste of cum and the heat it creates in
your ass."
I began to struggle even harder, but my muscles were
beginning to grow tired. I couldn't believe what was
happening. Suddenly and without warning, he began to slide a
finger in my ass. "Yes, my little pussy whore. Feel that in
your ass, it is only a taste of what is to come." I was
trying to struggle, trying to clamp down my bunghole, but
have you ever tried to resist while tied like that? Trust
me, forget it.
"Well, Tami, since I am a nice guy, perhaps I will tell you
who I am before I put my COCK inside of you. My name is Ken,
and that is MASTER KEN to you. I better not EVER hear you
call me Ken again. I have tolerated it to this point only
because we chatted only and I know I could sucker you into
being comfortable. You're are now my sissy whore and my
property. And while I know you are resistant now, you can
trust me that by the time I am through, you will be a well
trained, well prepared cockwhore for your Master. Get used
to the idea and get used to the terms. I know you think I am
a nice guy and I am, but I am a demanding Master, and I know
what you need. You crave humiliation, you crave to be used.
You crave to be trained. I know you want cock, I know you
need cock. I am more than happy to oblige. And we will be
exploring more of your fantasies and needs. Trust me. I am
just beginning with you."
END OF CHAPTER ONE
Created July 2003 - Comments? Please send to:
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