The Dave to Jane Chronicle Part 4
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The Dave-to-Jane Chronicle - Epilogue free porn video
Vanya and I were talking over dinner the other night and, as we do on so
many similar occasions, reflected how we had changed and grown in our
love. It prompted us to drag out my account of my - really 'our' -
transition. We read it together being quite surprised to be reminded of
some of the insights into our feelings at the time and, in some ways,
how the path we found ourselves on seemed almost pre-destined for us
both. Now that over five years have passed since we first stepped onto
that path we are so comfortable and happy with all that transpired and
even more in love than we ever imagined possible.
We have a bit of a lull in workload at the moment and, with Vanya out
visiting some of our more prolific buyers, I'm sitting in my workshop
with the warm sun reflecting off my pink latex skirt and reminiscing
many of the things that have changed since we posted my journals. I was
devastated when Vanya insisted on posting such intimate details onto the
Fictionmania website, somehow feeling even more vulnerable than I had in
many of the situations described, but I was amazed at the support that
came in the form of reviews and emails - there are wonderful people out
there who really care and understand my, no our, special needs and
lifestyle. This gives me chance to say thank you to everyone who
reviewed my writing and the many others who corresponded directly with
us. This will not make any sense to those who didn't read our history in
"DJ Chronicles" but to those that have, I thought I'd direct these
current thoughts and reflections.
In summary of the changes since the journal ended I can say we have both
mellowed with the years. Vanya recognised that her dominance had changed
me to what she thought I needed and confessed that she had often had
nightmares wondering if she was doing things right, fast enough, too
fast, trying to change me too much into what she wanted rather than what
I needed and so many self-doubts. In many ways it was so much easier for
me: she made the decisions and I had no choice but to go along with the
ride but I loved it almost all the way. Now we have found our 'happy
medium,' our level of comfort and happiness and the limits in which we
are truly contented. Don't misunderstand me, however, as Vanya still
surprises me with many things and I never know when something intensely
different is about to happen but we know and understand each others
needs so well now - I guess all true lovers develop the ability to
'feel' and predict each other's needs.
We also know ourselves so much better too. I no longer 'need' the
constant dominance, for my change is understood by me and, because of my
self-knowledge, Vanya no longer tries to control everything I do and
feel. Whilst I still crave and get my regular enemas my body is no
longer dependent on them to function and with time I have also managed
to wear lower heels than the sky-highs that Vanya trained me to need.
The joy of wearing an elegant three-inch heel on the right occasions is
great but I confess that, by choice I still strut around at home in
five-inch heels because I love the vulnerable feeling they impose and
also the power to attract Vanya's eyes to my long legs and mobile butt.
Rubber still remains my material of choice as we both love its sensuous
feel and sway and its music as we move - but snuggling up in the lounge
in satin and silk nighties and negliges can also be awesome on the right
occasions. I've even worn cotton dresses when we went on holiday last
year! In short, we have swung a teeny bit back towards what we think of
as 'normal.'
The wild times, however, are just as over-the-top as ever and we both
enjoy finding new and novel situations. I'm beginning to day-dream, my
mind drifting from and between so many times in the last few years.....
like me being 'modelled' in extreme bondage at a magazine launch-
party.... or when I was 'discovered' chained to the bed at that hotel!
So many wonderful memories. But I'm not writing this update just for
myself. I truly want to thank Vanya for my wonderful life and mention a
few of the special things she has done recently that have created so
much pleasure for me so, rather than spend time which I don't have on a
long journal, I'll simply recount those occasions. That way it may help
a few of the Dommes out there if they want to create something really
special for their 'girly-boys' too.
My piercings healed very quickly and my nipples became so sensitive that
an orgasm was only a few minute's play away. They were stretched until I
could wear thick barbells in them which held captive stirrups. Once they
were well-healed Vanya could be quite rough with them and I loved it.
Her fertile mind dreamt up some very intense bondage situations using
them but they also made my big nipples even more prominent and the
feeling of the cups of my bra rubbing over them can make me aroused in
the craziest of places - I love them.
One special trick she found was taking an English Squash ball and
getting me to cut it in half (cut where the two halves are originally
glued). In the centre of each half I had to punch a hole - about 5mm as
I remember but that was for my big nipples, your sub may need smaller
holes - then I had to trim all the edges so they were rounded and
smoothed. A while later when I wasn't expecting it Vanya took out my
barbells, stretched the inverted rubber-ball halves onto two tubes and
placed them over my nipples. She slid the rubber off the tubes so that
they gripped right at the base of each nipple as I looked down in
confused curiosity. Very slowly she squeezed each half until they
reverted themselves into the original hemisphere again, pulling out my
nipple sharply and contrasting it with the thick black rubber. Now at
the end of my breasts (normal sized, as I've never grown beyond the C-
cup I developed) stood these enormous nipples jutting out almost
obscenely! Vanya placed the palms of her hands on each nipple and
rotated and stroked them as I flew into heavenly rapture. The feeling
was so intense my legs gave way beneath me yet Vanya didn't stop and
took me rapidly to an intense orgasm. Many minutes later Vanya slowly
pulled them from my nipples which bore the waisting at the base and
stayed much bigger than normal for an hour or so. On a later occasion we
tried it again with her using rubber gloves to excite my nipples - with
a similarly delightful result. Different materials create totally
different feelings and nipple clamps are also divine - but only for the
first few seconds!
So, if you Dommes want to reduce your girly-boy to a happy bundle of
quivering excitemment, try this: Make the nipple-trainers as I described
and fit them over their nipples using a suitable tube (pen-tops are
good, the rubber stretches easily so the tubes can be quite large but
make sure the halves are pushed 'inside-out') then dress them in a satin
bra. Now squeeze in the sides of the rubber-halves so they pop back to
their normal shape. The visual thrill of seeing huge prominent, engorged
nipples pushing out the bra is one thing... but then press the palms of
your hands against them and move them so the silk or satin strokes the
captive nipples! Make sure your sub is wearing a panty-liner beforehand
though, as the results can be quite explosive. Also don't leave the
trainers on your sub for more than half an hour (although you can
threaten to leave them on permanently, hee-hee!) as no-one wants
permanent damage by restricting the blood-flow. Nipple play for an hour
or two after removing the trainers can be very intense so several
orgasms are easily possible this way.
Vanya did try fitting my barbells back after putting the little cups on
me but the nipples were too engorged to do so, now we don't bother.
Regular use of these simple toys really does rapidly increase the size
and sensitivity of the nipples but please use common sense when using
them. Other simple nipple-fun can be had by dying them with food-
colouring which can last a day or two. Not just crimson - try making
your girly-boy strip off his shirt on the beach to show his bright pink
or luminous green nipples! And don't forget how intense it can be to
coat the nipples with peppermint or cinnamom oil - the feeling gets
quite intense after the oil soaks in and again, makes them very
sensitive for after-play.
However, nothing beats having them pierced and I bless the day Vanya had
mine done. I love seeing the outline of the stirrups through a latex bra
and begin yearning for Vanya to brush or caress them - I'll stop that
thought before my panties get too wet. One word of warning, though, is
that modern airport security does detect large nipple rings - and
certainly my stirrups. The guard that checked them when we forgot to
remove them was a miserable woman who almost salivated when I removed my
bra for her to see. I don't want anyone other than Vanya playing with my
breasts again so we replace the barbells with acrylic when we travel
now.
Some of the sex-toys we get asked to design and make give us quite a
headache to provide more than the customer wants as is our successful
policy. As most new ideas are tried on me, one or two give aches in
other parts of the body! A case in point was a request for a 'titty-
jiggler!' The customer wanted something to make his sub's breasts and
nipples tingle for a while. We gave it lots of thought and, in using a
jig-saw on another task,I had a flash of inspiration for I had another,
well-worn jigsaw to experiment with. In a nutshell, the saw body was
mounted vertically on the edge of a small piece of board which had a
hole 45mm off the line of the blade. Into the hole went a long 4mm bolt
which acted as the pivot for a strip of thin steel 200mm long, drilled
in the middle and with a few experimental holes up the arm on either
side.
A washer and nut held it in place but allowed it to swivel on the bolt.
the jigsaw blade was replaced with a thin strip of steel which connected
to the swivelling strip 45mm on the bolt. I hope this is clear: as the
'saw blade'(actually the replacement strip) goes back and forth, so it
rocks the swivel-arm. Now, with short, fine chains linked to my stirrups
and, with elastic to either end of the swivel arm, the nipples are going
to get alternatively tugged and released. It worked in principle so we
set it in a box that could be conveniently clamped at the right height
or orientation, making sure that the saw's speed control was accessible.
Now it was Vanya's turn to get busy; I was tied into one of our bondage
chairs and the box located at nipple height on my workbench. She added
the chains and thin bungee-cord to the ends of the swivel arm and then
to my nipple-stirrups.
Once she was happy there wasn't too much tension she turned on the saw
at low speed. The result was incredible and each nipple was tugged in
turn but the stretchy cord prevented too much force pulling on them. She
repeatedly tried different positions for hooking the cord along the
swivel arm to get the right amount of tug and also varied the speed over
quite a range. We soon found the best (wow!) setting was with several
links of chain at the stirrup-end and a low-to-medium speed. What
happened was the effect of the bungee cord on the mass of the chain made
my nipples bounce back and forth but the whole thing quickly went into
shaking my nipples and breasts up and down as well - it felt fantastic.
Vanya then tried moving the box slightly towards or away from me - the
effects were even better for more tension just vibrated my nipples
whilst less tension shook my breasts incredibly. I didn't come that
first time because we were both wrapped up in trying the different
variables but on later sessions.....
Vanya had to try it as well and she was brave enough to do so with
nipple-clamps (the Clover ones) and really liked what she felt. We kept
the prototype for ourselves and after a lengthy session I can tell you
that your nipples and breasts tingle for hours with a very good feeling.
We refined the design for the customer and build a smart-looking case
and received glowing praise for the results. At our last contact with
them we heard the sub is almost addicted to 'titty-jiggling' and the
unit is going strong. The device is so simple to build I describe it for
free to any Dommes who want to build their own. clamped or pierced
nipples get treated delightfully but the threat of extended time or
heavy tension in the cords can creat a lot of fear but with little
threat of harm. Try your sub in different positions - standing, lying
face-up and face-down as it all feels quite different - and try it
yourself because you may find, like Vanya did, it is very arousing.
Talking of metal detectors as I was earlier be warned that they also
loudly register steel boning in my corsets. Actually, having spend the
first couple of years of being a woman permanently tightly laced, I
still love to feel the restrictive squeeze around me, loving the perfect
shape it gives. I can and do regularly manage without one now for my
figure has changed enormously and permanently. Vanya, as wisely as ever,
gradually relaxed me from 24/7 corset-wearing and introduced specific
exercises to strengthen my back and other muscles that had weakened from
the constant support. We even attended gym and aerobics together for
almost a year to put me back in tip-top shape but given a choice, which
I sometimes am, I opt to wear a lovely corset - the tighter the better.
That reminds me of my rebellious time when I wanted to play golf and
fell over after Vanya had taken my corset off me - what a fool I was. I
did go and play a game, a couple of years later after my figure was
truly that of the woman I desired to be. I played with three ladies of
various ages, battling to answer all the feminine questions directed at
this new guest member and, in the case of the oldest, fending off quite
overt attempts at seducing me - if only she had known! I didn't enjoy
the golf experience or bother again.
My love of corsets give insight in my desire for restriction in all its
forms and Vanya makes sure I get all the bondage I could possibly yearn
for - and then even more on top of that! She had our corsettiere design
and make a leather neck-corset that was then covered in latex. It is in
one-piece and is fitted by tightly lacing up the back but impossible to
fit on oneself. If the laces are tightly knotted (or sometimes padlocked
on) it is also impossible to remove by yourself! However I've spend many
hours and sometimes a couple of days with my neck and head held
elegantly high, unable to turn my head or look up or down. Sheer heaven,
and I have even had to work with it locked in place as a reminder of how
dependent I really still am on my true love.
One time Vanya dressed me in the neck-corset, a reinforced corset-dress
which gripped my body from shoulders to mid-thigh over thigh-high ballet
boots. After adding stiffly-re-inforced gloves which stretched to my
shoulders, Vanya left me for the whole day to ponder my dependence on
her - I climaxed several times just by the incredible restrictive
feeling with everything that I tried to do. She had left me with several
jobs to do and I didn't manage even half of them which merited
'punishment' but that is another story. Also another story is when the
gloves were replaced by a single-sleeve that was tightly laced to
eliminate any use of my arms and an inflatable rubber hood was forced
over the neck-corset! The inflated hood gives a weird all-over pressure
to the head and face and seems to echo loudly every breath you take
through the nose-tubes. Although I was not otherwise bound, to stand
alone in the ballet boots was fraught with danger, yet to be guided in
moving about (sometimes just by a chain locked to my nipple-stirrups),
unable to see, hear properly or touch anything is so disorientating yet
gives a thrill of total helplessness impossible to describe. Time looses
all points of recognition and after a few hours like that I am mentally
spaced out for days, and especially happy if I have been 'forced' to
orgasm several times!
One mellowing that I was particularly happy about was Vanya relenting to
me dominating her on rare occasions. She had originally loved being
bound and teased, well before my transition and, after she realised that
I would always be her loving sub, allowed me to bind her lightly and
spend as much time as I wanted teasing and thrilling her incredible body
and mind. It gave me back a means of showing her my love and returning
some of the 'giving' she had lavished on me. Don't misunderstand,
please, for she gets so much out of releasing her dominant nature that
she doesn't 'need' to play the submissive and, now I think about it, I
realise she is doing even this for me too! However she also gets to play
and experience many of the devices and gadgets we use so learns even
better what I feel. As she learnt how much pleasure I got from my nipple
piercings she also had hers pierced by our beautician, Tiffany. She now
has lovely gold rings in them and, although it hasn't been quite such a
change as it was for me, finds them much more sensitive. At least I can
tease her to climax now with just nipple play, just like she frequently
does to me.
Vanya often threatened me with tattoos in the early days but we are both
glad she never went through with it now - discounting my permanent make-
up, of course, which I still love. The only exception was with our
regular girl who, just for the fun of it, tattood a tiny 'V' on the tip
of each of my nipples. Neither mark is very obvious but we know they are
there and, like my 'slave rings,' show I belong totally to Vanya. So,
another thought for you Dommes: the marks of ownership do not have to be
brazen, obvious or unsightly - as long as you both know what they are,
where they are and what they mean they serve their purpose. I love my
'V's which are just a few shades darker pink than my nipples and I often
smile as I see them in the mirror when I get out of the shower. If Vanya
wants to make it really obvious who I belong to or what I am, she locks
a collar on me. I'm not talking anything as crude as a dog-collar, but a
stylish stainless steel, inch-wide one with a small (but effective!)
ring on the front, or the other one made of round steel. Neither are
removable by me, do not have 'slave' engraved on them but a surprising
number of unwanted observers soon pick up that I have no choice but to
wear it, often with amusing results. Also another story!
Being ultra-feminine, Vanya loves wearing over-the-top clothing and
footwear too so understands why and how I get so much thrill from being
the epitomy of womanhood. It also means we share such a passion for
clothing, fashion, make-up and all things feminine and to spend an
evening doing each other's finger- and toe-nail varnish or experimenting
with new lipgloss or eyeshadow is almost as good as a bondage evening.
Well, not quite in the same league but still so very satisfying. Vanya
also loves the odd evening 'veging-out' in jeans and a jersey and I
respect her when she does, although I am never allowed - or would ever
want - to wear anything less than totally feminine. In some ways she
uses those times to show me her place as the dominant as she is allowed
to relax whilst I'm not.
One unfortunate long-term result of enemas and butt-plugs is that I can
'leak' a little at the most inconvenient times. It can be highly
embarrassing but Vanya finds it quite amusing. I know she feels stronger
in her dominance because she has caused this 'problem' and loves the
fact I never go out in public without a tampon or pad, if not in
position where it is needed then carried in my bag. With regular enemas
and penetration the 'discharge' (sorry to talk such personal feminine
details but it might be helpful to someone) is sticky and clear - Vanya
calls it my "Pussy-juice" and it really is a very good lubricant!
However, whilst it is useful when we are otherwise engaged, when not can
be very inconvenient. Vanya says I must accept it as part of womanhood
as all her sisters must do! For me it was another insight of what
biological women have to put up with for I'd never have believed it
without the experience.
Whoops! Vanya has just phoned me with an urgent big order. I'm going to
end this now so I can get on with it and not incur her wrath.
This will probably close our story but I leave you with this thought: If
you want it enough, go out and find it........most of all find the true
love which will allow it to happen. Having said that, I have to say that
I never imagined what could happen to me, nor did I 'allow' it to
happen! Vanya read me like a book and made it happen TO me- and I'll
forever thank my lucky stars for such incredible love.
Elissa
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