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It was Wednesday evening when I left the charity shop with my new dress
now wrapped in a plain bag. Dieter and I had cuddled for a few hours. It
had been wonderful to feel so full with his cock up my ass. There had also
been something erotic and relaxing about the way his hardon had gone down
inside me.
At some point during our snuggling my wig had fallen off and he had been
able to nuzzle my ear and neck. I had sighed and he had seen this as
encouragement because his hand fondled my nipple through the material of
my bra before lightly wandering down my belly. When he had touched my semi
erect cock I gasped. He slowly stroked it for a while and whispered in my
ear.
"I love touching your clit, Dianne."
"I love you touching it," I purred.
His hand went further and cupped my balls that were barely contained by my
skimpy thong.
"Your labia feel wonderful too." He gently caressed them for a while then,
to my disappointment, he stopped. He brought his hand up to my lips and
stuck his thumb in. I readily opened up and began to suck and lick it.
After a few seconds he removed his thumb and went back to holding my cock.
This time he started rubbing my cockhead with his moistened thumb.
I gasped in pleasure and twisted to kiss him. As always I took the
feminine roll and he probed my mouth. I could feel him getting hard inside
me. It was so wonderful.
Before I left he called me his 'Special Lady' and insisted that I see him
the following evening. I agreed without hesitation.
I was still lacking shoes for my date on Friday and decided to walk home
via the local superstore, which stocked everything from food to plasma
TVs.
I made a point of getting a cart and picking up some food and a bottle of
wine before I visited the clothing isles.
When I reached those isles I wandered around feigning disinterest. I was
really interested in shoes and eventually ended up in the right isle.
I was surprised at how cheap they were, but then these superstores did try
to undercut everyone. I found a pair of patent black court shoes. They
weren't as high as the heels I'd worn at Master Kurt's but they suited my
dress. They were pointed at the front and very shiny. I'd have liked to
try them on, but didn't have the nerve. Just picking them up made me hard
so had keep the trolley in front of me in case anyone saw.
Once I had the shoes I intended to just have a look at what they had for
future reference. As I was wandering through the working clothes section,
I saw a white blouse and had a crazy idea. I could wear that with my suit
and tie and it wouldn't be obvious. My ass twitch in excitement at the
idea so I put it in the cart and continued to look around.
On further impulse I picked up some more underwear, not a thong this time
but a double set of lacy bra and panties in red and white.
I really wanted another outfit to wear for Dieter, but it was getting late
and I had things to do.
When I got back to my flat I spent a little time re-organising my
wardrobes. There was a lot of stuff that I never wore so I pulled it out
and put it in big black bag. I planned to give it to the charity shop
Dieter worked. Once I had cleared some space I hung up my dress and
imagined what other clothes I would buy.
Later after a light salad, as I was now watching my weight, I logged on-
line and began to surf for transvestite sites. I was looking for advice,
but there were so many and I got too turned on looking at the femmes that
I couldn't concentrate.
Instead I pulled out my makeup box and decided to put in some practice.
I'd seen girls putting on makeup on before and taken it for granted. Now I
came to realise what a real skill it is. I managed the basics after a few
hours except for one frightening moment when I tried to take my first
garish attempt off. I hadn't bought any makeup remover. I kept washing but
it was waterproof. Finally I thought to log on and found the solution on-
line. After that things were smoothly.
The following morning I got ready for work. It would be the first time I'd
been back since my awakening to the pleasures of being a woman. I pulled
on the white panties I'd bought last night and got an instant hardon. I
wanted to wear the matching bra but it would be too obvious. I put on the
white blouse and started doing it up. Something felt different; it wasn't
until I was wearing it that I realised. The buttons were on the left
rather than the right. My tie would cover that.
I delayed getting dressed further as the rest would be male clothing.
Instead I did all the basic chores I normally did in the morning.
Later, at work, I dropped back into the usual routine. I was busy after
taking two days off and threw myself into the backlog. Occasionally I'd
glance at the clock and work out how long it would be until I would see
Dieter. Then my ass would itch, reminding me that it needed to be filled.
Shortly before lunch Susan came to see me. She looked perfect as usual in
a grey skirt suit and light blue satin blouse.
Normally when she visited I'd be mentally undressing her and trying to be
'super cool'. This was the first time I'd seen her since she'd unwittingly
led me into Master Kurt's clutches though and I didn't know how I felt
about seeing her.
Part of me actually wanted to thank her. But mostly I was wondering where
she bought her clothes.
"You haven't been in for a couple of days," she said. "Is everything all
right?"
"Yeah, I had a touch of flu," I lied.
"I thought it might have been something to do with the gay pub we went
to."
"Why'd you think that?"
She shrugged. "Some guys are funny about these things."
"Not me," I replied. "It was just the flu. How've you been?"
"Fine." Susan then proceeded to tell me about Mr Boring, her husband, and
what was happening in their lives. I normally felt jealousy when she spoke
about him but that time I was just bored.
"Is this a new shirt?" she asked, reaching forward and pinching a bit of
my sleeve. She felt the material for a few seconds. "I've got a blouse
just like it."
I went cold. Did she know? Before I could stammer out a response she was
talking about shopping.
She said she was planning a shopping trip for the coming weekend and asked
if I'd like to meet up after she had bought what she wanted. I think she
sensed something different in me and was feeling guilty.
"I'll have to let you know. I don't know what I'll be up to," I replied,
although I was hoping that Master Kurt would up 'me' on Saturday.
Normally it seemed the harder I tried for her affection the less I got.
Because I wasn't trying she believed she'd upset me and tried to make it
up.
Just before she left she held my hand and smiled at me. I smiled back.
Normally I'd get an instant hardon at her touch, but all I felt was an
itch from my backside, which felt empty. I was relying on Dieter to sort
out that particular problem. Despite all her assets Susan couldn't satisfy
that need.
That evening I got in the shower and used a hair remover gel. I wanted to
be smooth for Dieter. Once it had performed its magic I used a 'girlie'
shower gel to smell nice and feminine.
Dieter had told me that he would go through the charity shop's stock and
find what he could that would fit me. Anything I liked I would have to pay
for which didn't bother me, it was for a good cause.
I wore sweat pants, T-shirt and a jacket to visit the shop, but I had a
sports bag with the red underwear, my makeup and court shoes.
The charity shop was dark when I arrived but Dieter wasted no time opening
up with I knocked.
"I wondered if you might change your mind," he said as he led me through
the darkened shop.
"Not on your life," I replied. "You were wonderful yesterday. I couldn't
wait."
That seemed to please him because he stopped and turned to me. I allowed
him to enfold me in his arms and submitted to his kiss. His hand explored
under the pants' waistband.
"Stop," I gasped. "Let me get ready first."
Reluctantly, he let me go.
Dieter had been good to his word. When we got into the flat I found a pile
of clothing and some shoes.
I wanted to go through this pile of treasure but Dieter had other ideas.
"Tonight's outfit is in the bathroom," he said and gently.
I pantomime pouted and looked at the clothing, but he slapped my bum
playfully and pointed to the bathroom.
"Go on, woman," he ordered. "Make yourself pretty."
In the bathroom I saw that Dieter had left me a long pink sleeveless
jumper. When I held it up I saw that it came down to mid-thigh. It was a
dress. The material was soft and smelt of dry cleaning.
Dieter had also found some strappy open toed pink high heels that matched
it. They were a size too small, but I knew I'd be able to squeeze them on.
Lastly, there was a brand new black bra and a pair opaque black tights. I
had wanted to show off my shaved legs, but tonight I was Dieter's woman
and if he wanted me in black tights then I would wear them.
I dressed first so I didn't get makeup on the dress. The tights felt
wonderfully constrictive around the groin and I tucked my 'clit' between
my legs. I loved the shiny black glossy look of my legs in them and sheen
when I moved. They complemented the pink dress and heels perfectly. The
outline of the bra was just visible through the dress material making me
feel sexy and feminine. Dieter had left a note suggesting that I pad the
bra with tissue. It gave Dianne the outline of breasts.
I took my time on the makeup. This was my first time where I would have
done my own makeup for him. I wanted it to be perfect.
I used plenty of foundation then got to work on the rest. By the time I
was finished I had to admit I'd done a pretty good job. Dianne looked back
at me from the mirror. She smiled and blew me a kiss.
I paused before leaving the bathroom and, not for the first time, thought
about how I had changed since Master Kurt had shown me the pleasures of
being a woman. A small part of me kept saying that this wasn't me. I
shouldn't be into men. But that part was overwhelmed by the erotic
feelings female clothing gave me, or the pure sexual pleasure of seeing
myself as Dianne. That part of me couldn't compete with the feelings being
fucked evoked or the 'rightness' I felt sexually submitting to a man. That
part of me was growing quieter each day.
"What kept you?" Dieter asked.
"I had to put my face on," I replied. Inwardly I was churning with
nervousness. Did I look good? Had I done my makeup right, or did I look
like a clown?
Dieter looked at me for almost a minute. It was torture for me, but then
he smiled.
"It's amazing. I think you'd be able to pass in public."
There was a bottle of wine on the table with two glasses. Dieter pored us
a glass each, then turned on some music. After I'd taken a few sips he
took me in his arms and we danced slowly to the music. It's wonderful
being in the arms of a strong man. I naturally assumed the female role and
let him lead.
"I've ordered us a takeaway," he whispered in my ear.
"I only want to eat one thing," I replied, being the slut I was.
He chuckled and kissed me. It was a light, tender kiss. Things hotted up
though and soon his tongue was exploring my mouth. My cock started to
strain against it nylon prison and it wasn't long before my boner was
visible through the front of my dress. It was caught up in the tights so I
had to move things back and forth a little to get comfortable.
Dieter surprised me then by picking me up and carrying me to the bed. I
have to admit that being picked up by a sexy hunk is a real turn-on. I
loved being held in those strong arms. I had a 'girlie' moment and sighed
in pleasure.
He carried me over to the bed and laid me down. He then laid next to me
and continued kissing me deeply whilst massaging my boner through the
material of my dress.
It was a wonderfully sensual. I found myself panting in excitement which
made Dieter chuckle. It was a deep chuckle and it sent vibrations of
pleasure down my spine.
"Fuck me," I ordered. My ass was itching and feeling empty.
"Get up then," he ordered.
I jumped up eagerly and he got a pair a scissors from the bedside table.
"What are you doing?" I asked nervously.
"You'll see. Take off the dress."
I obeyed, reluctantly pulling it up over my head. It was tight and felt
comfortable. Also wearing pink made me feel like a real sissy. I
remembered at the last second to be careful of my makeup; I didn't want it
rubbing off my face or staining the dress.
Then I was standing in front of Dieter wearing only pink high heels,
opaque black tights that barely held my cock, a padded bra and a wig.
Dieter was still holding the scissors.
"Turn around and bend over."
I complied nervously. I still didn't know Dieter. Apart from spreading my
legs for him I hadn't done anything to get to know him. I now had visions
of him castrating me to make me into a 'real woman'.
It didn't make me feel any better when groped me between my legs and
squeezed balls through the tights. Then grabbed a handful of the nylon
covering my backside and pulled.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm cutting a hole in your tights for access."
"Don't, I like them."
"I bought you a couple of pairs. Now hold still." I could feel him cutting
the hole. I felt a breeze over the hole and once he had finished, Dieter
gently pushed my back so I was bent over the bed.
I had expected him to start lubing me up but instead he sank to his knees
behind me. When felt his tongue probing my crack I closed my eyes and
sighed in pleasure. I was pleased that I'd washed down there.
My hardon, which had gone down after Dieter had picked up the scissors but
it came back with a vengeance. The feeling of pleasure from the rimming
was very intense. The only problem was that it just made me ache to be
fucked. The feelings and the probing of my hole just made me twitch in
anticipation.
Finally I sensed Dieter reaching for the KY and then his tongue was
replaced by a slimy finger. I squirmed in pleasure as it lubed me up. Soon
one finger became two then they were gone.
There was a moment of emptiness, and then I felt him pressing against my
hole. His fingers wrapped around my hips and he began to push.
I instinctively relaxed to allow him easier access; not that I could have
stopped him. That was always part of the turn on for me. The thought that
was helpless and going to be taken.
I could feel his cockhead sliding in and I just gasped. Then it was in and
I felt myself being filled as he kept pushing.
Before long I felt the tickle of his pubes as he finished. He was inside
me. Inside his woman.
Then he began pumping and I instinctively pushed back, to get him deeper.
All the time I was panting in pleasure and gasping the odd "Yes" when he
touched my G-spot deep inside.
After a while I felt a shudder pass through me and I found myself
squealing girlishly in pleasure. Dieter hadn't cum so he continued to fuck
me. It was heavenly.
It wasn't long after this that he came. I could feel him pumping inside
me. I clenched him as tight as I could to increase his pleasure and the
feeling sent me over the edge.
I started cumming through my tights. Dieter must have felt it because his
right hand let go off my hip and reached around to wank me. He had trouble
with that because of the tights, not to mention being distracted by his
own cum. Instead he massaged my ejaculating cock through the material.
When it was over I collapsed forward and he pulled out of me. Even as I
lay there in a post-cum fugue, Dieter was getting the scissors and very
carefully cutting another hold in my tights. This time at the front so my
cock and balls were free.
"Get comfortable," he said, and I moved over on the bed, laid back and
looked up at him.
Dieter climbed on top on me, on all fours then turned around so his cock
and balls were suspended above my face. He was still hard and had the
condom on. Its tip was filled with cum.
He ran a hand over my nylon-covered leg. "I love the feel of you in
these."
The tights seemed to enhance the touch of his hand making it send tingles
through me.
I sighed, and reached up to remove the condom. I put it aside carefully
and leaned up to kiss his balls. They smelt and tasted musky and his pubes
tickled my nose. Then I licked the shaft. I could taste lubricant and cum.
Dieter leaned down and took me in his mouth. We 69-ed for a while and I
savoured his taste. He was blowing me with a passion and when I felt that
I was going to cum I stopped sucking him and called out a warning.
Dieter's response was to pick up the pace and stick a finger up my crack.
When I came he milked me dry. I then responded in kind; after all, what's
a girl to do?
After that he wrapped me in his arms and I began to doze.
Shortly after there was a ring on the intercom.
"That'll be the food," Dieter said. "Go fix your makeup and choose
something to wear." He indicated the pile of clothes.
I had that wonderful 'just fucked' feeling as I walked to the bathroom
with the bundled clothing. I knew Dieter was watching me as he pulled on
his clothes so I made a point of swaying my nylon-clad ass.
It didn't take long to choose an outfit. I went with a black mesh blouse
through which my bra was easily visible and a short black clingy skirt
that stretched tightly around my bum. Lastly I added a thick dark pirate
style leather belt that I pulled tight to enhance my figure.
I quickly fixed my makeup and painted my nails before going out to join
Dieter.
He'd ordered Chinese and we shared a selection of dishes and finished the
wine. It was my first social experience en-femme and I loved it. Every now
and then I felt the constriction of the bra, the stretchy feeling of my
tights or noticed my painted nails and the fine material of the blouse.
Of course the throbbing from my backside was a constant reminder of my
feminine status in this relationship.
Although we had spoken, Dieter and I hadn't really talked before.
Generally it had been pillow talk between sex. During the meal he told me
about himself. He was a gay man, but always a Top. He'd fucked girls like
me before but it didn't bother him if I wore a dress or a T-shirt. He did
concede that he liked the feel of my legs in the tights though. I smiled
at this because I absolutely loved the feel of wearing tights.
After we had eaten and disposed of the washing up Dieter started kissing
me again. I loved being held and submitting to his tongue.
It had occurred to me that there was a big difference between Dieter and
Master Kurt. I gave my self to Dieter sexually, but Master Kurt 'took' me.
To Dieter I was a sexual partner but to Master Kurt I was a woman.
All this didn't stop me submitting to Dieter, though. I was still addicted
to being fucked. When he laid me down he removed my skirt then carefully
placed a condom on my throbbing cock I looked at him in surprise.
"This is so you don't cum over your clothes," he explained.
Then he placed my legs on his shoulders and leant forward. I was bent in
two and pinned under him. I loved this position.
When he entered me I gave an excited squeal and reached up to stroke his
cheek.
The sight of my legs in the black tights with pink heels reminded me of my
female role in our sex. I was Dianne.
We had sex for a while, and I looked into Dieter's eyes as he took me;
pushing back to meet his thrusts.
When he came I moaned in pleasure, feeling him pump his cum deep within
me. I could feel its warmth through the condom.
This in turn caused me to ejaculate into my own condom. Even before I was
done, Dieter was kissing me deeply.
After my date with Dieter I felt wonderful. I took my time walking home
with a bag full of new clothes. When I got back I tried them all on and
felt like a princess. Tomorrow I was due to see Master Kurt.
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