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Dreams of Future Passed - Dr. Caroline's Consultation. When I got up it was already afternoon. We had after all been at it most of the night, and I spent the next hour or so simply luxuriating in a very hot bath full of bubbles and the most exquisite scent. It was heaven to feel the aching in my bruised backside gradually ease, and simply to lie there daydreaming and mulling over what had happened to me in the last 17 hours. I had gone from being a somewhat timid, yet intrepid novice, tip-toeing his way through a lifelong fantasy and now into his mid-50's, to the wonderful realization that I really am way more female than male and happy to be that way. In the last few hours I had found a fulfilment and sense of peace and rightness that had been missing all my life. After my rape, and believe me at the time I was in full post-orgasmic denial of my desires and very being, after my brutal yet so ultimately satisfying subjugation, all the guilt and doubt was gone. For the first time in my life I was TRULY delighted to possess my small (AA) yet real breasts. Having had Amos minister to them with such a wonderful mixture of gentleness and pain was incredible beyond words. No more would I be embarrassed by them as I had been since the age of 14. Now I was glad and proud of them and of the pleasure that they gave my lover. And sensations that I had never felt when I had squeezed them and tweaked the nipples on my own as I had done so often in the past. As I have already explained at the start of this story, after 5 minutes or so of my rape, I found my body responding to the thrusts. And as my body took over and in my total helplessness willed his penis further and further into me, relishing it's entrance into my very being and squeezing and holding and using muscles I never even knew I possessed as my whole being centred in my bud and love nest, and again I experienced sensations I had never even imagined could be so wonderful on the occasions I had pleasured myself with a makeshift dildo, so too my mind, rather than being dragged screaming up the garden path, blossomed and opened and the debris of my previous life and maleness was washed out and away as this gentle pulsing invasion of my ravaged being invaded my very soul and I discovered who I really was and submitted totally to my very female desires. At last any vestiges of guilt or the feeling that there was something wrong with me for wanting to dress sometimes in women's clothes dissolved in my pain. I knew in my heart and soul that there was nothing I wanted more than to lie back and draw my lover's penis deep inside me and to totally, totally submit to my every female desire. Submitting to his desires is a given! Allowing myself to submit to my desires was the gateway that swung open for me. And I had gladly danced through it's beckoning portal and given myself over totally to the woman in me. Never again would I go scuttling back to my male persona. There is no going back. This IS me. My femaleness has been a part of me ever since my breasts grew at puberty and the doctor said not to worry, just puppy fat. Shame he never told me about the exquisite sensations they could give me ! No wonder all my life I have had the urge sometimes to slip into a bra and panties and a skirt and some lipstick. The breasts on my chest are not an anomaly to be ashamed of. They are BREASTS and always have been. My female desires when they have entered me in the past were not something to feel ashamed of or guilty about, they were my soul crying out to live and be itself. For me to be myself. And last night all the dreams and fears and hopes and memories were melded together and Angella was truly born. Today I know in my heart and soul that I am a woman, no matter my appearance. And today the universe in it's benevolence has sent me a lover who sees and accepts me as a woman... and this bath is just so fucking wonderful. The bubbles like silk on my skin and mmmmmmmmm!!! And after an hour or so I climbed out of the jacuzzi bath, ( I suppose the jets really helped. I'd never tried it before, but it has become a regular part of my bathing ritual) and as I patted myself dry with the softest most luxurious towels I have ever used, and wrapped a huge all enveloping soft pink velvety terry bathrobe around myself, I marvelled at the change that had taken place. This really was to be my new way of life from now on. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway and... and I was greeted by this apparition (except that it wasn't) of this stunningly beautiful woman. She was in her 50's or thereabouts with the most beautiful almost elfen look to her face, grey hair, bright red lipstick and as I took in the rest of her she smiled. "Hello my dear. You must be Angella. Amos has been telling me all about you whilst you've been bathing. It sounds like you two are a match made in heaven from the way he is going on." And she reached out and took my hand in hers. " And just from your eyes I can see why he is so smitten. Come on into the kitchen and join us. Stay as you are. There's no need to get dressed, we're all friends here. Amos has told me about your meeting and what has happened and I can see again from your eyes and your face that you really are all woman Sorry am I too forward? I don't mean to embarrass you. In fact the opposite. To put you at your ease. I can see and feel your femininity and accept it without question. To me you will always be a woman Angella, regardless of your male bits. And I will be only to pleased to help you in whatever way I can." And this beautiful woman smiled and as she looked into my eyes again I had the same feeling that I had had with Amos, that I could deny her nothing. She stripped away any thoughts form my mind as her gaze took hold and I totally melted. She was and of course still is a very dear soul-friend and as she looked into me I could feel myself softening and opening to her completely. All ways and always. We were sisters. Little did I know then, that although the door had swung open and I had accepted it gladly, that Caroline's plans for her new sister were to lead me to spaces and places I had never dreamed of going. In the same way that Amos had had his way with me and after subjugating me had helped me to become his oh so willing and dare I say grateful partner, Caroline would also have her way with me and by the time the day was out would leave very permanent marks of her inner desires on me. When I met her I had willingly accepted the female in me and become one with her. By the time the weekend was over Caroline was to bring out a gentleness and submissiveness in my nature that even after my experiences with Amos, I had no idea reached so deeply into my being. We went into the kitchen where after the chit chat and formal introductions, Amos announced that he would be away for some days and there was nothing to be done about it and that perhaps since Caroline and I got on so well together I might like to stay with her for a few days. " Caroline doesn't mind a bit my dear, and I thought I could perhaps let you have some cash and perhaps you might like to go on a shopping spree for some feminine finery. You know. Lingerie and some shoes and dresses and skirts and whatever you may desire. I'm sorry my dear but this was all arranged ages ago, and I had no idea that our date last night would turn out the way it has done. Please say you don't mind and you'll do it for me." Caroline smiled at me and in that moment I was lost. " And " said Caroline, "I can do a much more thorough check up on you in my surgery, so really its a golden opportunity. I have a clear diary for a few days. And I'd love to take you shopping, and maybe help you with whatever you need help with." And as they both looked at me I naturally said yes, and wondered at how lucky I was. Talk about a day in the life. And so it was decided and Amos got ready and I got dressed ready to go. All I had were my bra and panties from the evening before, my blouse come shirt, and I pulled on my trousers since I was not about to go out in a skirt. However Amos did insist that I wear the new shoes and since it was only going to be from the house door to the car and the same at the other end it seemed reasonable enough. And after kissing me goodbye for what seemed like ages and starting me pulsing again, I got into the car with Caroline and off we went. I was more than a little bit nervous I don't mind telling you, but in a nice way. Like butterflies in my tummy. Before going Amos had made it very clear that if Caroline wanted sex with me that it was up to me entirely, and that on no account must I feel guilty because of him. He was not into jealousy and besides Caroline was like family. ... "Well Angella, just the two of us." And she squeezed my knee and smiled. "Tell me since I noticed you looking at me. Do you like what you see? Would you like to have sex with me?" And the traffic lights changed and we moved off again. " Truth." "I don't know what to say. You are very attractive, beautiful in fact. And..." "Truth!" "Given the opportunity I would love to stick my head between your legs and snog you stupid." "Are you a good cunt snogger?" "I'd like to think so. I certainly love doing it and I don't remember any complaints." She had taken me completely off guard. I had never had a woman speak to me so directly before. Let alone one so beautiful as this gorgeous creature. It was like a dream! "Good! Because from the moment we met I've been damp. I so want to sit on your face and slide my cunt all over you!!! But would you want to fuck me as well? You know, stick your prick in me and grunt like a pig." "I don't know if I could anymore. I'm sorry but things have been changing really fast for me. I have had the most incredible sex of my life in the last while, and in all of it I have been totally female in my orientation." And she smiled that knowing smile at me again. "Don't be sorry! That's a huge bonus. A gentle tongue on a clitoris is infinitely more satisfying than some pig grunting in your ear as he looks after his own needs. I much prefer any man to be a little girl inside. And to be all girl for me. I've been a lesbian by choice for years, but the thought of helping to mould a man into a woman and to find his female side and become totally one with it, excites me greatly. And here we are." And she turned the car off the main road and into a short drive and parked outside her house. Not as big as Amos's, but still big and old and very beautiful. Probably 80 or 90 years old, with high hedging and mature trees and garden. And as I walked from the car to the front door my only thought about the heels was not if someone saw them, but rather how good they felt. My whole body felt alive and vibrant, even if my mind was once again reeling at the turn of events. And Caroline welcomed me into her house. I followed her through to the back and into a sitting room, as she took off her coat and threw it on a chair. "Take off your trousers." Plain and simple. I hesitated. "Now!" And I undid my trousers and slid them down my legs and struggled to get them over the heels. They were stuck and before I knew what was happening Caroline was slicing the legs open with a large pair of scissors. At last they came off and I stood up again. "You won't be needing these again believe me. Now take off your shirt! " This time I complied immediately. I was standing in front of her in my bra and panties, stockings and heels and feeling more than a little foolish. "As I said sweetheart I am a lesbian, and will only entertain women and girls in my home. And as long as you are here you will be the woman you have at last accepted yourself as being. Ground rule 1.Understood !" "Yes. Thank you," I can remember saying very calmly, whilst inside me my emotions were churning partly with trepidation and most certainly with excitement. I did not know what was in store for me, but one thing was sure. With the cutting up of my trousers any last refuge of maleness for me to hide beneath was gone. "My dear you are very welcome. You are here to welcome and embrace the female in you, and I will help you to develop it in any way we can. Now would you mind please coming over here and getting on your knees, for me." And as I knelt in front of her she lifted her skirt and she had beautiful legs and thighs, and I could smell her warm moist cunt as she pulled her panties to one side and holding my head tightly between her thighs she gently pushed her cunt onto my face and mouth and started rubbing herself back and forth across me. She had the most glorious large labia minora I have ever seen and I eagerly set about sucking them and snogging her cunt. As my tongue flicked out and licked across her slit, she moaned her pleasure and spreading her legs wider gave access to my tongue to slip deep inside her. As I licked and sucked and twirled around her button she shuddered as the first orgasm hit her and she slid further over me till her anal bud was pressing onto me and for the first time in my life I licked and then tongued someone's arse. And as I pushed my tongue inside her it surprisingly didn't taste bad, and as her bud relaxed and blossomed I snogged her arse passionately and she came again. She guided her cunt back over my mouth again and then I could feel her hand sliding across my face between us and she closed my nostrils. At the same time I could feel a warm trickle flowing into my mouth and as I realized she was peeing in my mouth I could dimly hear her with her thighs clasped on my ears, telling me to swallow it all and not spill it and she was rubbing and gyrating herself into a frenzy as she came for the third time and spurted what seemed like huge amounts of her female cum across my mouth and face as she screamed her bliss out loud. Eventually she stopped shuddering and she dropped to her knees and began kissing me more passionately that I have ever been kissed. When we stopped she grinned. "Wow! If anyone ever asks you if you are a cunt snogger again, don't be so modest. I must admit I feel ever so slightly embarrassed. I've never peed in anyone's mouth before but I just couldn't help myself. Please say you'll forgive me! It actually was a real turn on." Funnily enough it had really turned me on as well. The whole unfolding scene was totally blowing my mind and I was in a zone where judgements did not enter into it. Savouring everything was the order of the day. "Come on let's go through and have a bite to eat and a cup of tea, whilst we work out an agenda for you. You can put your shirt back on if you like but not the trousers. You look really good in your bra and panties even if they have seen better days. Don't be offended! Besides Amos has given me ?5000 pounds to spend on clothes for you and you won't recognize yourself by the time we're finished. With the right make up and a good wig you will be able to pass. Certainly in my club which is lesbian, but even if anyone were to suss you you'll be welcome. Any man brave enough to dress and live as a woman deserves the benefit of the doubt." And the door swung open ever wider! "Oh Good Lord!" she exclaimed as I walked ahead of her and she saw the bruising on my poor ravaged rear end. " Amos told me he had introduced you to his collection, but oh my dear this is monstrous. What a brute! Here come with me into the surgery right now. I have some cream which will help relieve that immediately." "Its not too bad now. Its strange but at the time it was a mixture of heaven and hell, and part of me really got off on it if that makes any sense." "Yes it does. I have been there and know exactly what you mean. But your bruising is livid and purple. He certainly didn't spare the rod! Bend over." And I bent over as she pulled my panties down below my knees and gently rubbed the most wonderful cooling balm onto my wounds. "That will do the trick. Yes I've been whipped before and I know there comes a point where you first accept it and then crave it. Did you really find yourself enjoying it? " "To my amazement yes." "I've never done it, had the whip hand so to speak. I've never really felt the urge before, but now looking at you it does turn me on. Would you consider allowing me to spank you? Within limits and not as viciously as this. Just to see what it feels like." And without thinking about it at all I found myself agreeing and strangely relishing the thought. A bond was developing between us and if it was in my power to help her then I wanted to. "Yes. If you really want to." "I will hold you to that later. Mmm...its making me all wet again just thinking about it." ... After a bite to eat and a good old cup of tea, Caroline decided we should start so we went back through to the surgery. I was stripped to my bra and panties and she busied herself taking notes and asking questions as she weighed me and checked my blood pressure. "That's good. Nothing obvious to worry about in your general condition, and I can check out some of the blood results here in the surgery. Not everything, but enough for our purposes. First though I must ask you some questions and it is vital that you answer them truthfully, because once we start there will be no going back. O.K. " "No problem. Fire away." "Do you feel more male or female at this point in time?" "Definitely female. It has been there all my life and burst through from time to time, but always with denial. Now in the last 24 hours everything has changed and there is nothing I want more than to realize fully my female aspect. Now instead of denial, I am cherishing it." "Good. Are your breasts natural or have you helped them along with anything?" "Had them ever since puberty. " "I bet you were teased mercilessly. Not the easiest of circumstances." "I hated going swimming or being in the changing rooms after sport." "If its any consolation, if you think about it, any teenage girl developing breasts would have been mortified if she had had to leave them fully exposed to everyone's gaze. Add that to being a boy and I can imagine it wasn't much fun !" "Till now anyway. I've been able to ignore them most of my life but now is the first time that I am truly delighted to possess them. Sharing them with someone who appreciates them is incredible." "Good. I am so glad you feel that way. Having had them all this time does rather reinforce my instinctive belief that you are essentially female. Does it bother you that its somewhat late in your life to come to all of this?" "Only because of missed time. And being bald! But meeting you and Amos and all that is happening at last leaves me with a feeling of completeness and wholeness." "Good. So you are definite about wanting to grow them? " "Yes. Not too much, just a little and really to grow my nipples. I have always loved my nipples and they have always been quite sensitive. " "And the nipple rings? You want them as well? " "Mmm hmm." "O.K. Let's do it. Could you first get up on the table with your legs astride it please." And so I got up on the table and she came behind me and undid my bra. "I just need to feel them and check them out first," as she cupped my breasts and started squeezing them, probing them and checking for any lumps. She then started to pull my already erect nipples and gently twisting them. It really was an examination and not much of a turn on. I was sitting on what appeared to be an examination table or even operating table and she got me to move to one end. " Don't worry. I use this for gynaecological examinations so it has several permutations. What we will start with is these breast suction cups. By enlarging your nipples and breasts we accomplish two things. I shall be injecting some hormones directly into the breast tissue, and seeing the shape of them when they are bigger will help me decide exactly where to inject. Also with the nipple being enlarged and stretched, it will definitely allow me to put in a slightly larger nipple ring than normal and again I should be able to position it absolutely correctly so we will not risk it either tearing the nipple or the ring migrating and it can be permanent without the need to replace it later. Just relax and don't worry. You do want to do this don't you? " "Yes. It's all right I'm fine. Just got butterflies, in swarms." And then she was rubbing some cream onto my breast and putting first one cup over one and then the other. As she adjusted them so too I could feel the suction building. It wasn't painful, but as the suction increased my boobs must have nearly doubled in size as the flesh was sucked in. It actually felt quite amazing as she set it to a rhythmic pulsing sucking motion. "Now lean forward so your shoulders are supported on the bar," and as I did so I could totally relax myself and as she increased the suction I felt as if my boobs were being pulled off my chest. "Good. That's excellent. I need to leave them for about half an hour, so in the meantime you just relax and if you can give me your arm I need to insert a needle to take some blood for testing. I'll leave it in you, because it would be a very good idea to inject you with a small amount of liquid valium. The placing of nipple rings can be quite painful and the injections in your breasts also. But don't worry you won't feel a thing. I promise!" My mind was racing Was I doing the right thing? Last chance to back out, but no I really did want this to happen. And as I gave myself over to the sucking on my breasts, again I could feel the ecstasy pulsing through me and I had my first orgasm from breast stimulation alone. Again I had no control over my body at all as wave after wave of pure pleasure coursed through me. Caroline was massaging my shoulders and watching on in astonishment. "Wow! You really are one very lucky girl Angie. I've never seen anything like this before and its quite amazing. " And then I felt a prick in my arm and the needle was in. In what felt like seconds I felt myself becoming light-headed and everything started to become very dreamlike. Caroline was pulling me backwards onto the table which she had adjusted so my head and chest were raised, and then she was lifting my legs and putting my feet into the gynaecological stirrups. I couldn't move a muscle to save my life, although I was totally aware of what was happening. I watched helpless as she closed a Velcro strap around first one ankle and then the other. Now I was lying there legs stretched wide apart and up in the air. I tried to move my arms but again nothing happened. My efforts at speech were equally useless, just a kind of moan. Again I watched as first one arm and then the other was lifted to side of the table and tied with a Velcro strap. "By now darling, I am sure you will have discovered that you cannot move or speak." And she smiled into my eyes, her face only about 18 inches away from mine. " Don't worry sweetheart. I won't be having your balls, so you can relax. It really is just to stop any pain. And we did make very sure that this is what you want, didn't we! " And then she started. The suction cups were left in place with an occasional adjustment to the power. She pulled a small trolley over to the table and a stool and explained it was a laser. As she sliced my panties off with a scalpel she cut my pubic hairs back and explained that she was going to remove all the hair from my genital area. And she did. The laser was quite fast and soon I was like a pre-pubescent kid, with not a hair in sight. She spread the cheeks of my backside and did the same around my bud. "Now that's nicer isn't it. Don't worry it will grow back in time. You will need 3 or 4 treatments for it to be permanent. Not so this next treatment though. It will last." At first I could not work out what she was doing. She had what looked like a pen and I could hear it buzzing although I could not see what was happening. To this day, across and wrapped in a curve around the top of my clitoris, in shades of blue and pink and wine it says "ANGELLA ". She then put a bracelet of forget-me-nots around my right ankle, as well as a small flower at each end of my name. As an afterthought two small multi-coloured birds with swallow tails were added. Each was about 3 inches long and a bit less in wing width, and no way could they be called discreet. As she wheeled another trolley over she explained that the next procedure was her own idea and that if in 1 month I really hated it, then she would remove it. But not one day before. I watched in a mixture of horror and fascination as she took my penis in her hand and after pulling the foreskin back she picked up a ring with one end barbed and about 1 inch in diameter and hinged. I watched as she pressed it into me and some blood spurted and then it was through the glans and out the end and I could hear it snap shut. " Good. Well done! Bet you're glad about that valium now! Just one more at this end and we can do your breasts. And I couldn't see what she was doing, but she was inserting another ring into the perineum and closer to my bud than my balls. Before closing it I could see her stretching my penis and then pulling it across my scrotum separating my balls and as she pulled it between my legs I heard the snap of the ring again and as she sat up and moved the trolley I realized I was locked there. "Soon be done. In case you wonder what I've just done, I've only stretched your penis back between your legs using a Prince Albert ring and another between your legs to lock it in place. The rings are titanium so believe me will not break, and are 5mm thick. They will come out when I decide to remove them. The real bonus for you is that your ability to achieve orgasm anally and through your breasts should improve quite dramatically, so you should be in heaven based upon what I've seen. And of course you will have no choice other than to pee like a girl from now on! You even look like a girl down there now! Its worked better than I had hoped. Believe me you will love it! " And she held a mirror above and it really did look like a girl's slit. The lettering of my name was about 1/2 an inch high and stretched over 3 inches ( 75 mm. to you modern readers ). It did look very well done, but certainly nothing discreet about it. But I suppose that if anyone was ever to see it, then I had already abandoned discretion ! At least any lover would remember my name. I could not even contemplate the rings. And as for the birds, beak downwards in the nectar. What could I say or do? De nada! She had done it now and made it quite clear that it was her idea and that it and myself were under her control. That thought strangely enough I remember finding quite comforting. And then she started on my breasts. " This first set of injections is oestrogen with progesterone. I shall be injecting each breast 3 times in the flesh of the breast fairly close behind the nipple and once directly into the nipple. The dosage is fairly hefty and you should feel changes starting very soon. Especially when considering your current development. I will also be inserting into your breast tissue, again in each breast, a time release capsule which will release a hormone cocktail slowly but regularly over the next 3 months. First though ," and she stuck the needle into my buttock, " these are anti- androgens, just to make sure your balls don't spoil the party with testosterone. And again I am giving you a large dose now, and a time release dose. Here goes, you shouldn't feel a thing." And inject me she did. As she turned off the vacuum pump and pulled the cups off my breasts, they seemed enormous compared to normal, and after wiping them with some lotion, true to her word 3 measured doses into each breast, and then another hypodermic which seemed enormous which she really had to push hard to get in which inserted a capsule size pellet. My nipples were also very swollen and enlarged and without wasting a moment she marked each one on both sides of the nipple and to my horror held up another ring about 1 inch in diameter and 5mm thickness, and pulling my nipple tightly and clamping it, pressed the barb thru about 1/2 an inch from the tip and snapped it shut. And then the second one. She stood back and admired her handiwork. "That's about as perfect a job as is possible. We'll have to make sure and keep the wounds clean for the next few weeks, but though I say it myself it is a good job. Just one more thing and then we're all done." And she picked up her tattooing pen again and put flowers around both nipples. " Now my dear you really are all girly! I hope you like it. I do!" She undid the straps and laid my legs down flat, and left me on my own as the valium gradually wore off. As it did my tits were throbbing, and as I was surfacing she reappeared with a robe for me, and a bra, and helped me into them before giving me one last injection of a pain killer. I didn't know whether to thank her or kill her! A flower chain on my ankle, flowers around my nipples and my name tattooed down there were somewhat surplus to my expectations. But as she looked at me and smiled and was so obviously delighted with the results I accepted it. After all a tantrum was not going to undo it. "I see you realize that you are mine too! Very sensible in the circumstances I'd say. After all, I did question you at length and you made it quite clear that you are happily female in your orientation, and I also made it quite clear that I like my men to be girls. And in your case you are deliciously submissive and accepting. A rare gift, so let's enjoy it. All of us. But don't worry I am not a dominatrix or even close to it. Just our chemistry opens doors for us. You do understand, don't you sweetheart. I'd never want to do anything to hurt you. " And again her eyes melted me. And she held my head and then my ear and before I knew what was happening had put a gun to it and pierced the lobe three times. And then the other one. I could still barely move as she put two rings into each lobe and a small diamond stud. " That's it. All done now! The studs are real diamonds by the way and were mine. They are a gift from me to you to always remind you that I think you are a very precious gem." And then she kissed me. " Its getting quite late now and I'll help you through to bed. You will sleep like a log, I promise." It was when I saw the clock in the bedroom that I realized we had been in the surgery for over 5 hours. It seemed like about half an hour. As she helped me into the large bed I was already drifting and watched as she stripped and slid in beside me. I fell asleep curled up in her arms. ... When I awoke the next morning, the sun was streaming through the large sash windows. Music was coming from another room, and my tits and groin were throbbing. In pain. Caroline appeared smiling and carrying a breakfast tray. "Good morning! How's the patient today?" "Throbbing painfully." "Well we can soon fix that," and as she put the tray down I noticed the syringe. "Please, no more surprises!" I quickly said. "Would I ?" with that mischievous grin. " Just something to ease the pain. And then she was injecting me. " Now how does scrambled eggs sound, and orange juice, toast and fresh coffee? " I have to admit it sounded and tasted wonderful. As I lay there finishing the coffee, she leaned over and after lasering me with her eyes, started kissing me. Very gently, but equally very strongly, and leaving me in no doubt as to who was the kisser and who was the kissee! As if it had not already been made clear by all that had happened, Caroline left me in no doubt as to who was in charge. She still is by the way, delightfully so! And she pulled my hand over between her legs, and underneath her slip, her cunt was waiting warm and moist and very responsive. As she stretched upwards and fed a breast to my mouth I discovered to my surprise that she also had nipple rings, though not as big as mine, and that her breasts were super responsive. As I stroked her pussy and fingered her and pulled and stretched those deliciously large labia, she was soon writhing and getting very noisy. Suffice it to say that she did of course cum, again and again and though I did not ( who cares!) I was in heaven to be able to produce such abandonment in this beautiful creature beside me. "Mmmmmmmmmmm. How does it feel being my lesbian lover? Just wait till your rings are settled and I can reciprocate! I can't wait to stretch your legs wide and fuck you. Again and again. How does it feel to belong to two people? You know Amos is very happy to share you with me whenever I desire you. And I suspect that may be frequently. You make me cum so easily and completely. Is that good for you? " And I had to admit it most certainly was. In the space of 24 hours or so, my life had changed totally. I had surmounted my fears and misgivings about my sexuality, had lost my female virginity to a man who I was crazy about and who I would allow to do anything with me or to me, including whipping me if he so desired. Had totally accepted the feminine side of my nature to the point of dressing and being female 24/7, and as a result had started a hormone regime which as I would later find out would increase my cup size to between a very full B cup and a neat C. Caroline had tweaked the dose somewhat! As she had told me, she liked her men to be girls, and my breasts quite rapidly developed into two very good handfuls. The suction treatment continued on a daily basis for some months. Whilst perhaps not exactly pendulous, they were well shaped and hung nicely. Any woman especially in her 50's would be proud of them! I assure you. No sag and no droop. But then I haven't had them for 30 or 40 years, being tugged and sucked and squeezed and feeding kids. My nipples ended up protruding 1/2 an inch beyond the rings and a full 8 or 9mm wide, on 40mm wide aureolas. They were always erect and showed quite clearly, and girl are they ever sensitive! Ultra sensitive to both pain and pleasure. And I was soon to find out what the rings were for. Together with my girly tattoos, and the vanishing penis trick, anyone looking at me naked could not possibly mistake me as anything other than female. We spent the next few days being visited by two or three of her lady friends. I was a big hit with them all, and we had great fun teaching me how to do my makeup, fitting me with the most beautiful silk and satin and lace lingerie, dresses and skirts and of course shoes. All of the dresses were ultra feminine and together with the make up and the final addition of a choice of wigs I was absolutely stunned when I was stood in front of the full length mirror and saw this attractive, beautifully dressed middle aged WOMAN gazing back at me. "No do you believe me? It's time for us to go out and enjoy ourselves. Don't worry. You will pass. Easily." And so we went out for the first time. My heart was in my mouth. After all I will never be in the same league as some of you stunningly gorgeously beautiful young things, coming into your femaleness when there is still so much you can do to preserve at the very least your hair! And TRULY beautiful girls. I am sometimes very envious of you all, and wish that I had come into this in my teens or twenties. But then again I am more than satisfied with my lot. We went into the shops of her friends and I was treated to a wonderful facial that left me glowing. Anna, the owner, of course knew the score, but no one else showed any signs of twigging. We then went to the lingerie store to buy stockings. And I mean stockings. I came out of the shop having bought 100 pairs. Again no-one gave me a second glance, and I was becoming quite comfortable with things. Mandy, the owner had already told me that a basque I had been fitted for had come in and we could have a fitting. And so I was taken into a beautiful dressing room and told to strip. These women had already seen me with no clothes on so without thinking about it I took off my dress. "All the way dear. Everything off except your stockings and shoes. They won't get in the way." And a few minutes later I was standing there naked as nature intended. "Your tattoos are beautiful Angella. Caroline's so good at it. She did mine as well. Look." And she pulled her blouse open and her bra back to reveal a similar pattern to mine on her breasts. "And here too!" And she lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to show me the same multi coloured birds on her nakid and hairless mons. The colour on my breast tattoos was very dense because they had been done when the flesh was still very stretched. "Did she laser you too?" I asked. "Oh no! I find it so much more sensual to shave down there. Or even better let my girlfriend do it!" I realized that she was one of Caroline's current or previous lesbian partners. She was hot and seemed to be very open. "Sweetie, I need you to come over here and just hold the ends of this bar." The bar was about 3 feet wide and as I gripped it so too did Mandy secure the Velcro straps around my wrists. One way or another I was getting quite used to being bound in helpless positions. What was new, was the increasing thrill of expectation that still possesses me to this day when it happens. Next the bar was hoisted on a pulley, till I was almost standing on my tip toes. Caroline walked round me and inspected the wounds in my nipples for the umpteenth time. She had been applying a healing balm containing both arnica and aloe vera and cleaning the wounds every few hours and rotating the rings, and amazingly the wounds were not only painless but seemed to have healed totally. The same ( so she assured me ) with the ones between my legs. She hooked a finger into each ring and gently pulled till my breasts were being stretched out from my chest. The feeling was indescribable. As she pulled and relaxed and pulled again I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. "I'm sorry. Did that hurt? Unintentional I assure you." "No. It was a pleasure moan." "That's all right then. I 'm just checking to see how they are doing. Remarkably so with that balm. Amazing stuff." Mandy brought the basque over to me and wrapped it around my body. The top ran beneath my breasts and the bottom above my pussy and across the top of my bum. Caroline adjusted the bar still higher so I was now on my toes, and Mandy proceeded to lace me in. Since it had been made specially for me it fitted, or so I thought. As the lacing was pulled tighter and tighter I felt as if I could hardly breath. My waist was pulled tighter with each crisscross of the lace till at last it was done. My breasts were fairly sitting up and looked much bigger than before, and dare I say with the rings they actually looked quite cute in the mirror. They also looked ready for business and purposeful. And again the quiver of excitement rippled through my tummy and my groin. Little did I know! As Caroline inspected the lacing and I could feel her hands on my back, so too did I hear the snaps of two tiny locks, one at the top and the other at the bottom. I was securely laced in and locked in to the corset as well as my heels. As the bar was lowered again Mandy clipped my stockings into the suspenders. Mandy brought me over a beautiful pink rough silk dress which sat way above my knees at mid-thigh level, and helped me into it without disturbing my hair or make-up. I pointed out that they had forgotten to give me panties, only to have Caroline slip her hand up my thigh and squeeze my bum. "Darling with this outfit you really don't need panties. Besides you may have noticed that there are very few panties in the lingerie we chose for you. Both Amos and I will expect to find you at all times bare-ass naked down below. Its so much more erotic don't you think? Such a wonderful feeling of vulnerability too!" "But..." and she was putting a finger over my mouth to hush me as with her other hand she twisted one of my nipple rings quite savagely. As my mouth opened in the sudden pain she leaned over till her mouth was right beside my ear. "My darling Angella, for you there is no but. From now on you are mine and Amos's. Of your own free will and spoken desire don't forget. And if I say no knickers that means no knickers. And if I want to sit on your face and pee in your mouth you WILL oblige me. I have never been in this position with a man before. Except you are now truly a woman. That much I do not doubt. But I find the feelings growing in me incredibly exciting, and I fully intend enjoying them and exploiting them to the full, certainly as regards you. I tattooed you simply because it pleased me to do so and because it feminises you even more. I put the Prince Albert into your clitoris because it pleased me to do so. I asked you repeatedly if you were happy to go ahead with this and you repeatedly agreed. Thank yourself for my intoxication by all means, but don't blame me!" "But..." and this time I almost screamed in agony as she pulled and twisted the ring again. I remember being terrified that it would pull my nipple off. "Last time I say this," she whispered into my ear. " No buts. Only compliance. That's the way it is from now on." And she released the nipple ring and gently tucked my breast back into the top of my dress. " There is of course an alternative, isn't there always," she laughed. And she stood back and gestured with her arm towards the door leading back into the shop and ultimately the street outside. " You may of course leave. Dressed as you are of course. And with your basque securely locked and your shoes as well..." There were of course no more buts. "Mandy. Angella is very good with her mouth between a girls legs. Born for it. Perhaps she might like to reward you for all your hard work. After all you have made her look quite stunning." That much was certainly true. And I was only wearing six items of clothing including my shoes. The black satin basque, my black stockings and the pink silk dress. The dress was low cut and square across the top and my breasts boasted a cleavage that I had never before had, and the top barely covered my nipples. I have to admit I was looking good, and more than a little provocative. And without a word Mandy had dropped her skirt and panties and lain across the chaise lounge with her bum on the edge. I had no choice, and besides... this was home territory. And I got on my knees and gently probed her tight little slit with my tongue. She had no large labia, unlike Caroline, so my snogging technique was not the same. However as I explored her with my tongue she was soon moaning and starting to writhe. As she wrapped her thighs around my neck and pulled me into her she was bucking and coming wildly. She loosened her grip with her legs and pushed my head back a bit, and squirted copious amounts of her love juice all over my recently made up face. I remember she tasted really sweet. "Good girl Angella. Now see to her other one." I took this to mean her bum and as I spread her cheeks wide and licked around the edge Mandy begged me to push my tongue inside her. I had no choice. And as I pressed my tongue against her bud it slipped inside her, and as I made my tongue hard and pushed it about 3 inches into her, licking and lapping, so I finally got into it and full acceptance of my lot once again took over. And I realized my purpose was and still is to give pleasure where and when it is desired. I reamed her with my tongue as if my life depended on it and as she slipped a finger over her button she fell into a multiple orgasm that seemed to go on forever. "Angella don't stop. Oh that's wonderful. Deeper, deeper, oh yes deeper." You know how it goes. " Oh sweetie that's fabulous and come back round again." And then she was twisting and sitting up and then she was astride my face and rubbing herself across my mouth and face as her orgasm subsided and died away. And then she was positioning her cunt over my mouth again and as her eyes met mine she was looking serenely happy, and I could see her mouthing silently telling me to swallow, and I could feel the warm liquid trickling into my mouth as she peed into it. Finally she was finished and stood up smiling. "Sweetie that's the nicest thank you I've had in a while. You're quite right Caroline. She's a treasure, and definitely born to it. " "Isn't she just. You see darling you really are quite gifted and being able to spread joy in this world is indeed a gift to be proud of. Shall we fix your make up and be on our way?" And my make up was re-done, by me this time, with guidance from the two woman observing and giving me tips. And soon it was as good as new. Like they said, the better it was, the less chance of me being made. And after thankfully pulling on a very elegant knee length black woollen coat, Caroline and I were out on the street again and making our way to a small restaurant that we still use regularly. As we walked along the street, stopping occasionally to look in a shop window, we looked like two fairly elegant, middle aged women obviously on a shopping expedition if the bags we were carrying were anything to go by. My walk was becoming extremely feminine as I was becoming increasingly used to, and indeed comfortable with the heels. I think I was trusting that they were not about to break on me, so I was able to walk on the heels as opposed to almost tip-toeing along. "Ange. I'm really sorry about hurting you back there. I don't know what got into me. Well I do I suppose. I've always been the submissive one in my relationships. I endured several years of an extremely abusive marriage to a pig of a man. Like most men he was all charm to begin with, but then the violence started. And it took me years before I was brave enough to leave. At first I always hoped things would get better. He was always apologizing and saying things would be better, but they never were. Luckily I could never have children. God forbid! I don't know what I would have done. Anyway since then I have always been ill at ease with men as a commodity. I think most men will use brute force when push comes to shove. That's why we have armies and wars. And in the wars always the excuse to rape the women. Even the 'goodies' do it. And so when a girl friend kissed me one night, I responded. And she took the lead and she was quite butch, and so I was totally submissive. And now although things are normally much more equal when with a girlfriend, I have always tended more towards the submissive. Until yesterday that is. And there is something so beautiful in you, so vulnerable, that I just want to hold you and caress you and nurture you. And to my amazement I find that you are actually extremely submissive and I think its because you're actually very compassionate and understanding, and so as you open up as a woman you are very loving and giving. And for the first time in my life, I actually find myself in the dominant position with a lover. And I like it. I can see that you are happy on this path even if it has taken you years to find it and accept it. All I am doing is pushing you along a bit and trying to help you, and because I can see the woman in you quite clearly, the very erotic and sensuous woman in you, I will not take no for an answer. And to my surprise after discovering that there is a very real bond that exists between us, and that our places are well defined within it, my dominance is really coming to the fore. And its turning me on. Big time! I love it. You really are mine. I know it and so do you. You must trust me and my love for you. But also you must obey me. Implicitly. Do you understand all that? And can you accept it and live with it? For both of us. And before you answer I should make it clear that if it really is too much for you, when we get home I can, and promise you I will remove the rings down below so to speak. I'm sorry about the tattoos. I'm afraid you're stuck with them although they can probably be removed, and the one with your name will be covered when the hair grows back anyway. The laser treatment will need several goes for it to be permanent and..." I stopped in the middle of the street close to a shop doorway and as we looked at each other I held her in my arms and drew her to me and kissed her as tenderly as I could. And there were tears in her eyes and I kissed them away. We got a wolf whistle from some clowns passing in a car but nobody else seemed to either notice or care as two elegantly dressed middle aged women kissed each other tenderly and passionately in the late afternoon. "Its all right Caroline. I hear everything you are saying and you're right. I do belong to you and to Amos. I've never felt anything even remotely like this before. I can deny you nothing. And to be honest I love your tattoos. And I love that they are your mark on me and mark me as belonging to you. All my life I have never belonged anywhere and so it makes me very happy to be your's. And it is very different to the feeling I have with Amos. He is all man and dominates me and does as he wills. But this is different. And the rings I can and will live with for the month anyway and see if you are right about the results. You know I've been sitting down to pee for ages anyway. And any time you want to spank me that's all right too. And if you need to use something instead of your hand that's cool too. Its not all about the pain as you know. And if it makes you happy then it makes me happy. My darling, darling woman. Here we are out in the middle of the day on a city street and for the first time in my life I am doing it dressed as a woman, and allowing myself to be the woman and appear as the woman that I feel like inside. And it feels incredible, and I couldn't do it, or have done it without you. And one other thing. You are so right about the knickers. Wearing no panties feels so incredibly vulnerable, especially in a short dress, but it is so fucking EROTIC I am buzzing all over. And since that ring is tucking me away, so too all the sensations are flowing through my tummy and fluttering around my groin. Thank you." And she gave me that knowing smile again, and then stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. " Thank you!" she said as she finally surfaced. And arm in arm we set off again and soon reached the restaurant. It was small and very intimate and private, so that instead of it being one big open space with tables dotted about everywhere in plain view of each other, like so many eating houses, most of the tables were in their own alcoves and could even be curtained off giving complete privacy. It really was lovely. When we had arrived there was nothing to outwardly suggest what was inside, and a heavy oak door was closed until we had rung the bell and were then ushered in. Again the owner was a woman and greeted Caroline warmly and with a big hug. Caroline introduced her as Yvette, and she took my hand in her's. "Angella, you are very welcome to our little retreat. Any friend of Caroline's is a friend of ours'. Here, let me take your coat and show you to your table. You'll be in a lovely private one in a window alcove." As she helped me out of my coat she looked at me and smiled. " What a gorgeous dress! It really suits you. Come along girls lets get that weight off your feet. Can I get you something to drink in the meantime. A Martini for you as usual Caroline, and Angella for yourself. We do a really good Martini, I can recommend it." So a Martini it was. And I felt both shaken and stirred. Caroline couldn't resist playing footsy with me for most of the meal and there was much holding of hands and soulful eye-gazing. The food was delicious and the chef came out and introduced herself, and were we enjoying the food. And when we were having cheese and biscuits and coffee, Yvette came over with three balloon glasses and a bottle of what I must say was excellent Brandy. I don't normally drink brandy but this was superb. And Caroline and Yvette chatted and I listened as they caught up with each other and eventually joined the conversation. I had tried to avoid it but had no choice. I was really worried about my deep voice, but Yvette took a hold of my hand and smiled. "My dear don't you worry about a thing. If you are sitting in my place and looking as beautiful and elegant as you do, and simply oozing femininity, and you are with Caroline and she is simply glowing with happiness, sweetheart I don't have any problem accepting that you are all girl. And very welcome too! Anyone who makes Caroline as happy as this is O.K. with me." I could feel tears forming in my eyes and she magicked a tissue out of nowhere and blotted the tears away. " Sweetheart don't cry. Its beautiful to look at you both. You'll have me started in a moment." And Caroline took my hand and squeezed it again, and I marvelled at the fact that in the last few hours I had met all these beautiful women, lesbians all of them, and all of them totally at ease and happy to accept me as a woman. We ended up having 2 or 3 brandies as Yvette sat with us for the next 1/2 hour or so. And then it was time to go. And I was feeling on top of the world and supremely at ease and at peace with myself and the world. I had not seen any men in the place, so it came as no surprise when Caroline told me that it was strictly ladies only and even then you had to be either a member or a member's guest. She explained that upstairs there were some guest rooms, and that downstairs in the basement was the club she had told me about, 'The Pink Pussy'. As Caroline settled the bill, Yvette asked if we might like to be her guests for the evening and come into the club later. Caroline said she'd love to but that really it was up to me and she really didn't mind if I wanted to go home. Perhaps it was the brandy and the wine, but as Yvette took my arm I found myself agreeing. "And if Caroline puts your name forward you could even join, Angella. Believe me if I can accept you as a woman without a second thought, then everyone will. There will of course be an initiation when you promise to serve the goddess and her female representatives at all times, and to cherish her and nurture her presence in you as you invite her to suffuse your being with her love. Nothing that should cause you any problems." And I should have known as Caroline smiled that knowing smile again, and I melted. I could dimly hear myself speaking as I said I'd love to do it. I was becoming woozy and put it down to the booze. Later I found out that again I had been spiked. Caroline and I went upstairs into a very well appointed and comfortable room with a very large and comfy bed. We curled up on it and fell asleep immediately. It was dark and several hours later when we awoke with a knocking at the door. It was Yvette with coffee. "I thought I'd better call you two love birds before you miss all the fun There are twelve of us here including you Caroline and everyone is dying to meet you Angella. Some you will already know. Mandy is here and she speaks very kindly of you. Anyway come on down when you're ready. We'll be waiting for you." Of course what I did not know was that whilst I was fast asleep, Caroline had been busy with Yvette setting the scene for my initiation later that night. ... Not too much later I followed Caroline downstairs and into the club. It consisted of a large room with a bar in one corner, a small stage at one end and an empty space in the middle of the room with some low tables around it. The seating was all made up of comfortable looking sofas and couches. And a few armchairs. The lighting was subdued, and over all the atmosphere was pleasant and relaxed. As we entered Yvette called me to the centre and with all eyes on me introduced me to the members. Everyone smiled and I did indeed recognise Mandy and Anna, and one of her assistants. Yvette then explained my circumstances and my transition away from my maleness into my true state. There were several murmurs of encouragement and a few claps. She further explained that Caroline had put my name up for membership and if anyone wished to object then to do so now. One woman said so long as I was prepared to be initiated as female and into the sisterhood that would be fine. But no shortcuts or excuses. Yvette held the floor and then addressed me. "Angella. Do you accept the female aspect of your nature to be the primary aspect from this moment on and to live by it and be governed by it?" I was somewhat bewildered at the turn of events but it seemed harmless enough. "Yes I do." "And do you promise to obey the servants of the goddess, in particular Caroline, and to submit yourself completely and totally to her and their wishes." I thought of our conversation earlier in the day, and of my experience with Mandy and again I could hear myself saying the words. "Yes I do." Yvette looked over at Caroline who rose from her seat and came to the centre of the room. Yvette looked at me and told me that from here on I must do everything demanded of me immediately and without hesitation. "Do you understand Angella? There is no going back, and there is no second chance. Refuse or hesitate just once and it is over and you will be immediately expelled from the premises without further ado. Alone. Do you understand? We do not use force here. Force is a male tool. Do I have your full permission to proceed?" and again Caroline's eyes reached deep inside me, and I knew I could deny her nothing at all. I was her's to do with as she pleased, and ridiculous as it may sound it empowered me. And again that knowing smile. "Yes you do," and I mentally crossed my fingers and prayed to the goddess that she would be gentle with me. Yvette left the centre, and Caroline stepped behind me and without further ado unzipped my dress and let it slide off my shoulders. It fell around my ankles. I made to step out of it. I could hear murmurs of appreciation from some members of the all too intimate audience. The suspense was palpable. "You will do nothing unless instructed to do so," Caroline said in a strong voice. "Open your mouth," and as I did so a ball gag was placed in it and tightened firmly behind my head. I could hear the whirr of a motor and a bar was lowered in front of me. "Wrists!" snapped Caroline, and as I extended my arms she strapped them to the ends of the bar. As she stood in front of me smiling that smile I could see she had a remote in her hand and again I heard the whirring of the motor as the bar was raised. Another whirring and I noticed two wires dropping in front of me. There were clips which she proceeded to attach to the rings in my nipples. And then the motor was whirring again and the wires were very slowly tightening and then they were tight and then ever so slowly my nipples and breasts were being stretched and pulled tighter and tighter. The pain slowly increased and I was forced onto my tiptoes to try and relieve it, but it was agony. Again I was terrified of having my nipples ripped off or torn open, but the diameter of the rings prevented ripping and she was a doctor and presumably knew all too well just how much strain she could apply. The wrist bar tightened again and I could not move. Angella crossed the room and opened a cupboard door. I could see that there were shelves with cuffs and I don't know what else, but what interested Caroline was a bundle of canes. She pulled one or two out and checked them for springiness and thickness. She ended up checking 6 or 7 before she found one which satisfied her needs and she swished it through the air a few times. And then she came over to me and smiled that smile again. "I've never done this before," she told her audience, " but Angella has told me several times now that she would allow me to do it. Now I am going to do it whether she allows me or not. I hope you enjoy the show and will bear with me as I find my way and get into the swing of things." And she moved to my side and as I tried to turn my head to see what she was doing she spoke to me. "Eyes forward sweetheart. I love you " And then she started. The first one felt like it sliced into my buttocks, but she was not happy with her position and moved to give her a better swing. She tried again and moved her position again. And then she fell into a rhythm, and like clockwork first the swish of the cane as it ripped the air apart, and then the agony as all that kinetic energy exploded into me as it abruptly stopped on my bare flesh. And she went on and on working first across my buttocks and then down my thighs, and then back up again to the top. The pain that Amos had inflicted on me was as nothing compared to her caning. Searing blinding flashes that knocked me off my toes. Thank the goddess that the bar was actually supporting my weight as I hung there in semi-consciousness. And as she continued, she was grunting from the exertion, like some of the female tennis players do when hitting the ball. She had caned me thirty strokes and to judge by the whooping of the audience had surpassed herself. I would later find out that she had given me first one stroke every inch and then filled in the gaps between each stroke. What you might call precision markswomanship. My backside looked like a barcode when I saw it in a mirror later. And then the bar was lowered and I was untied and unhooked and I thought it was over. But willing hands helped her to lay me across a small vaulting horse that had been brought in, and again my nipples were held by clips. It was about 3 feet high and my feet touched the ground. My legs were pulled apart and strapped to the legs of the horse. Dej? vu? Or simply once bitten. And she was standing in front of me and I saw that she had at some point removed her own dress and was, like me, dressed in only a basque with her breasts bare and her cleanly shaven mons glistening with sweat from her exertions. She held a double ended strap on dildo in her hands and was rubbing some lube all over it. In the meantime some of the women were inspecting the rings holding my maleness firmly in place, and then she spread her legs apart and slipped one end of the dildo inside herself. She was gasping with excitement as she did so, and someone was strapping it in place and then she went out of sight behind me. I could feel several hands spreading my cheeks apart and then pressure as she started to force this huge thing into me. And she was merciless as she pressed and shoved and withdrew slightly as if teasing me, and then slammed it into me and as it passed my inner ring the pain was agonising and then I could feel it all the way in as her mons pushed up against me. And as she withdrew only to slam it back into me I could hear her breathing heavily and she settled into a body slapping rhythm. I was in agony again and again and my backside was on fire, and I felt I was being ripped apart, and then somehow the pain became something beautiful and it was lifting me, and the ball gag was removed and I was screaming encouragement to her, and the women were clapping in a steady rhythm that matched her reaming of me. And then I was on the crest of a wave and a huge orgasm had me in it's grip and shuddered through me as I heard Caroline screaming as her own orgasm exploded through her. As I lay there some minutes later, absolutely exhausted and spent, Caroline who by now had withdrawn her penis from me came round and stood in front of me. "Please darling forgive me. Please! You're incredible and I can never thank you enough for allowing me. But please please forgive me. Do you accept me as your lady and mistress and promise to always obey me, no matter what?" And I could hear myself through the fog of pain and disorientation agreeing. My voice seemed to echo and come from a long way away. "And do you give yourself to me, mind and body, heart and soul, to belong to me from this moment on?" And again I heard myself agreeing. "Good!" And she walked behind me. I could see nothing of what was going on, but the audience was hushed. You could have heard a pin dro