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Saga Part Two
by Janet Baker
Still in the summer doldrums, July passed, with August and its god
awful heat still facing me. I sat at my computer in bra, panties,
and mules doing my daily bit for the company. Income was more than
satisfactory but I was anything but fulfilled. I wanted sex.
I continued to take hormones and whatever else the docs gave me to
further my movement toward womanhood. I had been essentially
chemically castrated, balls shrinking nicely, penile activity
diminishing. I felt a sense of loss not wholly mitigated by my
increased femininity. My breasts were blossoming, skin softening,
all the good things were happening as predicted by the docs. But I
was still horny, unfulfilled, needing sexual release. I need a man
but I wasn't ready and wouldn't be for some time, perhaps a year or
more. I had to save money, arrange for time off from work and
decide where to go. I had been informed that Thailand was one of
the better sources for SRS, but that was still expensive and so far
away and in a country where I had no contacts and did not know a
word of the language.
I dated occasionally without great satisfaction, since I looked
like a woman but could not invite vaginal activity, since quite
simply, I did not have one. And finding men who wanted a shemale,
which I was at that stage of my development, was problematic.
Frequently they had more baggage and psychological problems than I
had, and some were downright dangerous. With guys about whom I had
doubts, I never let them know I was a bondage enthusiast. I was
usually able to satisfy their needs orally and had become quite the
hot little expert. But more often than not these liaisons were less
than pleasant, much less than satisfactory. I began to think that
after SRS I would move to another part of the country where I was
unknown and could start anew. I already looked so much like a
woman, and after SRS I would look the same. So I could easily be
recognized as who I was two years ago.
I entertained myself with personal, solo things such as anal play
and self bondage. The remote controlled bullet vibrator was a great
source of pleasure, it just sat in there behind the sphincter
waiting to be energized. One pushes the button and zzzipppp pa de
do da, nice feeling.
I had one of my dates, Siggy, insert a bullet vibe in himself
before we went to a bar. He didn't want to but I persuaded him,
easily, men are so easily led by their cocks or the thought of
where their cocks may be later in the night. I waited until we
reached the bar before energizing the vibe. He was just about to
sit after having seated me. I pushed the button just as he was half
way down onto his seat -- he jumped up, his jaw dropped, he almost
shouted, but he recovered his composure and grinned at me.
"You rat you."
"Is there a problem Siggy?" I innocently replied.
"You know what you did," he said, not really angry, laughing a bit.
"Of course, that's why I had you insert it before we left, I wanted
to have some fun. Aren't you enjoying it? I love it myself -- it
just sits in there buzzing merrily away until I stop it."
"It does feel good, it was just a surprise, coming as I was about
to sit," he said. "Drink?"
"I'll have a Manhattan. Shall we dance? I want to rub you and make
you hard."
He shook his head in wonder, "OK, lets, and while we're dancing
turn on the vibe and see if the feel comes through to you."
He led me to the floor, where we danced slow and tight, the vibe
working its wonders. He got so hot his cock shoved me away from
him. Well, almost, and I pushed back and we grinned at each other.
After a while his tumescence diminished (his cock sagged), and we
returned to our table.
"Let me have the control, I want to buzz myself", he said.
"Wellll, I dunno, I'm having more fun springing it on you, but I
have a suggestion. Lets have another dance, and we'll tell each
other what we want to do at my apartment."
Siggy whispered, "I would like to tie you to your bed and ravish
you for hours."
"Oooh, kinky! No Siggy, no ropes. Anyway Siggy, it's that time of
the month and I can't...so I would be happy to do something
else...such as...." I kissed him, sucked his tongue, withdrew,
lifted an eyebrow questioningly, smiled, stroked his thigh.
He sighed, grinned, nodded and we left. It was a pleasant walk to
my apartment, and randomly as I turned on the vibe Siggy would
jump. We laughed, chatted, I liked taking his arm as a real woman.
I felt good, warm inside. Well, maybe it was the drinks.
At my apartment we had a glass of wine, some munchies, sat on the
sofa, watched a porn disk, got hot. He pulled my knit top up and
off, caressed my breasts, slipped my bra straps off my shoulders,
fondled my exposed breasts some more, and fingered my nipples. I
shuddered with growing passion, realized that I had to stop before
we went too far.
To stop him I said, "Siggy, strip!"
Siggy stripped his trousers and briefs off, dropping them to the
floor.
"Wait Siggy, I need a washcloth. I'll be right back."
I returned in a few moments. He had sat down again on the sofa. I
knelt before him and washed his cock, which by now was arrogantly
ready for attention. And then I sucked and sucked; he twitched and
groaned, squirmed and gasped as I took his cock farther down my
throat, sucking greedily as there were no tomorrow. Well...it
didn't take long and Siggy came in my mouth like a good little boy,
filled my mouth. I looked up at him, mouth open, full of ejaculate,
smiled, sort of, and then swallowed. Siggy sat back sighing with
the pleasure of release.
"Good Siggy?"
"God, yes, you are freaking awesome Jan!"
"Do you like to see me on my knees, Siggy?"
"Oh yeah, very very erotic, you are the best, woman!"
"I bet you say that to all your cock suckers, Sig."
"Actually, Jan, you were the first and it was so great, you are so
sweet and the image of you on your knees, half dressed, stockings,
heels, sucking me, will remain with me probably forever."
"That's so nice Sig. Someday if you are really nice, I might let
you tie my hands behind me while I suck you. Would you like that
idea?"
His cock sprang to attention. He liked that idea indeed.
"Oh yes, yessss, please, when may I see you again?"
"Oh, sometime, I'm busy, but I'll call you .... sometime."
"Sig, it's getting late and we both work tomorrow, let me do you
again before you leave."
His smile broadened, his cock stiffened, I knelt, clasped my hands
together behind myself, and held my ankles while I sucked him off.
He came even more quickly than before; the erotic idea of bound
hands did him in. Men are so easy. So malleable. So stupid, letting
their cocks think for them.
We kissed goodnight, passionately, tongues twirling, pelvises
grinding, vowing to call again. The usual.
**************************
Joel called, left a message, asked me to call back.
H'm, what's on Joel's mind, well other than sex of course, I
wondered. He won't want to resume our abortive romance; he's
already made that clear; must be sex, bondage of course...h'm lets
see. I'll email him, let him call.
Predictably, quickly (he must be horny), he called. "Janet, Joel
here, how are you sweet? I've missed you."
"Big whoopee Joel, who walked out on whom? You bastard, I cried for
a month after you left me."
"Janet, you have no idea how much that hurt me; I cried too,
thinking of how I deserted the sweetest person I've known and how
much it must have hurt you. I had so much fun with you, we had such
good times together."
"Well, I'm over you, it took time but I'm OK now. What can I do for
you, you called."
"I want a date. A very special date. A very very special date. The
MET is opening the last Monday of September and I would like to
take you, I already have tickets. You know the drill; red carpet,
TV cameras, black tie, gowns, jewels, the whole bit. If you need
anything, I will pay for it."
"And in return?, I asked with suspicion and trepidation.
"I don't blame you for being wary. Of course I would like to renew
our fun times but there are no strings attached to this offer. I
like you, always have, and I would be proud to have you, lovely
you, on my arm that night."
Taken quite aback, I hesitated, inhaled, said, "H'm, Joel, come to
the bar on Houston St., the one we know, on Saturday night. We'll
have a couple of drinks, dance, chat and I'll let you know then. I
want to see you before I make a decision. After all, it means a new
dress, shoes, bag, maybe even special lingerie for the dress, and
a makeover. I must look good really good for an occasion like
that."
He replied, "OK Saturday, 8 PM, OK?"
"OK, bye now, thanks for calling."
Joel's offer sounded great, and as I thought about it I needed a
good fucking; he can do it, he has done it, many times. I know
we'll never marry but that won't stop me from looking, dating,
hoping, hoping to find that one man for whom I pray. And I can
trust Joel with bondage games. Oh yessss.
The more I thought about it, the hotter I got.
I think that Saturday night will provide a good time for a good
fucking.
H'm I better practice sucking my dildo -- Joel goes to paradise
when I suck him off. Maybe, just maybe he might think of not having
children but just spending his life getting screwed out of his
mind.
********************
Saturday night could not come too soon. I prepped for it,
carefully, wantonly. I had my hair done in an upsweep, tendrils
hanging on each side, diamond chandeliers for my ears, black satin
halter dress, no bra, no panties, just a black satin gaff, thigh
high black stockings with wide lace tops that show through the slit
in my dress, and black satin strappy sandals. Since I'll wear
diamonds in my ears, I was thinking, I'll wear my diamond necklace
and bracelet, and a ring. I want to look hot, very hot. H'm, I may
be overdoing it...do I really want to walk to the bar looking like
this...maybe I should call Joel and have him pick me up and then
walk...yeah, having him see me first might be good...walking with
me also....yeah...I'll call. Overdressed? Maybe. Looking like this
will tell him I want sex; of course it will also tease him...h'm.
"Hi, Joel, it's me."
"Hi, what's up?"
"Joel, slight change for Saturday; stop by my apartment and we'll
walk together, OK?"
"Sure, is there a problem?"
"No, no problem, I want to walk with you." I didn't want to tell
him I was reluctant to walk to the bar alone sans bra and wearing
diamonds. I am a devious bitch at times.
"OK."
*****************************
I dressed, the doorbell rang, it was Joel, on time.
I let him in.
He took one look at me and gasped, "Oh God, Janet, you look great,
simply great, I am soooo impressed."
"Joel, you look good, nice suit. Do you like what I'm wearing? Am
I overdressed? Underdressed?" As I asked I grinned seductively.
"No, you look really good, let's go, have a drink, talk about the
opera, old times." He dropped a satchel near the door and we left.
Fortunately my dress was tight enough so it would not blow up and
show my gaff. I held his arm tightly as we strolled to the bar on
Houston. We were seated at a table and ordered drinks, and Joel
explained more about the opera opening. I suggested that I might
find a silver lame halter type floor length sheath for the opening.
The halter dress would permit diamonds as I was wearing then. I
also wanted a short fur in case the weather turned chilly.
He thought it a really chic idea, and offered to fund anything too
excessive for my budget. I thanked him and offered to dance. Being
a wanton witch, I wanted to rub him, letting him realize that I had
no bra. If he got hard quickly, I would know that I would get lucky
that night and I really wanted to get lucky. But at the same time,
I was miffed, pissed at the idea that he could walk in, buy a drink
and expect world class sex. After all, he did walk out on me.
We danced, slow, sensuous, close, our arms wrapped around each
other; I thrust my pelvis against him, rubbed my breasts against
him. He got hard quickly...I figured...
"H'm, Joel...haven't you been getting any lately? You seem to be
hornier than usual."
"Damn little...some...but none as good as you. I think that your
male brain is responsible for your positive attitude toward sex.
While I love it and appreciate it muchly, others who don't know you
as I do might find you a little aggressive. You might want to be
a little more conservative, show some reluctance; be a little
harder to get, don't be too easy." He paused. "I may be wrong, out
of line, but I care for you."
"Thanks Joel, I will reflect on that a bit, but I think you're
right. I was aggressive toward you, but we do know each other after
all. I do know how to behave with strangers."
********************
Back at my apartment, we chatted a while, somewhat strained chat
because we were both waiting for 'a shoe to drop'; I knew what he
wanted but I wanted him to ask. We necked, kissed, and I said,
"Joel, I have to go to the office early tomorrow, lets say
goodnight; don't forget your satchel."
"OK, Janet. I brought some 'toys' but if that's it for tonight,
well, another time. But...could I show what I brought?"
"Sure, let's see"
He dumped the contents onto my sofa. I was astonished. He had
almost everything my perverted mind had ever conceived.
"Oh my God Joel, what the hell did you expect tonight? You have
enough stuff here for a porn movie. You walked out on me and now
you bring your toys expecting all night games? You rat! It was a
lovely evening until now, damn it!"
I wasn't really surprised, the bag appeared heavy when he brought
it in and dropped it by the door.
"Let's see, leg irons, steel collar, handcuffs, gags, chains, a
chastity; Joel what did you have in mind? Spill it! You weren't
intending to hurt me, were you? This collection is more than we
have ever needed."
"Well, I was hoping. Period. Could we do a little something
perhaps? For old times sake?"
H'm, I considered to myself, maybe a little bit more than he
planned on. I examined his collection. He had locks for everything
requiring a lock and the locks were good. I tried a lock for the
chastity; it was a good secure lock. I found both keys, but better
yet, I had my own locks. A plan was beginning to take shape.
"Joel, OK I'll tell you what to do. Strip, wash, get into bed. I am
going to handcuff you, get on top, and screw you hard and quick. I
don't have much time."
Happily he complied, and quickly at that. While he was washing I
located a lock to use on the chastity. I then stripped and waited
for him. He got into bed. I laid on top of him, gently moved his
hands to the headboard rail, pulled the cuffs from under a pillow
and snapped them on him.
"Are they too tight, honey? I whispered as I ground my pelvis onto
his cock?"
"No Jan, they're OK."
After some industrial strength fucking, I rose off him and went to
the john to drain the juices. I returned with a wash rag and towel,
and cleaned him up. His erection had gone down, and I pulled the
chastity out from under the bed, got between his legs, and put the
chastity on him and locked it securely. I then put both keys on a
chain around my neck. He didn't like it one bit.
"Janet, what the hell do you think you are doing? Take this damn
thing off. Why did you do that?"
Innocently, I replied, "Joel, you brought it, I assumed you wanted
it on you. Well it is on and it will stay on until you return next
week and I unlock it. I want you to be true to me for a week Joel,
OK?"
"When I get loose...."
"When you get loose, what Joel?"
"I could yank those keys right off your neck!"
"If you threaten me I might just leave you there for the night
until you chill out and be reasonable. You brought that stuff
intending to use those things on me. It looks like fun. I trust you
Joel, but you must trust me. This is just a game. Wear it for a
week and we'll have a ball when I take it off. Am I still invited
to the opening?"
He grumped, said, "Yeah, you' re invited, of course. When does this
thing come off? How do I pee?"
"Think! You sit, like a woman, naturally. Flush the chastity out
when you shower to keep it clean. Come back next Saturday and if
you are a good boy I will consider removing it."
"Whaaaat! Consider! I want it off!"
"Next week, darling. Be good, don't screw anyone during the week.
When you return, I might have a dress to show you. Nighty night,
sweetie."
He dressed, growled, grumped, but left, walking somewhat spraddle
legged from the chastity. I had no sympathy for him -- he had
wanted to put it on me.
****************************
I visited my doc during the week. She was satisfied with my
progress and agreed to remove my testicles; I was queasy about it
but removal was a necessary step in my progress to womanhood. And
it would ease certain dress problems -- I would no longer have to
tuck, sometimes with pain, my jewels up into my groin. And removal
would enhance my profile so tight skirts wouldn't show any bulge.
We made an appointment for removal after the opera opening; it was
a fairly simple procedure and I should heal quickly, and since I
worked from home on most days I shouldn't lose more than one day's
work. I also asked the doc to shave my Adam's apple a little and,
if possible, to tighten up my vocal cords to give my voice a higher
pitch.
Joel returned Saturday evening expecting to have the chastity
removed. I had copied the key so I could give him the two keys he
saw on my neck chain, expecting him to put the chastity on me in
revenge. I did note that he again brought his satchel of
toys...oh...oh.
"Janet, ready for a drink? Lets hit the bar and dance a while
before we get down to the good things. Jan, please take this gadget
off -- it is uncomfortable and dancing will be miserable."
"OK, here are the keys, help yourself, then wash and we'll leave."
Joel removed the chastity and put it on my bed under a pillow, and
slipped the handcuffs under the other pillow. I saw him and knew
just what he had in mind, so I removed the chastity and put it in
the laundry hamper.
"I'm just about ready hon, just a touch-up on my makeup." I was
wearing my little black halter top dress, no bra, just a gaff.
Thigh high stockings and my five inch black patent heels were
intended to torture poor Joel, making him hornier than hell; I knew
he had a heel fetish.
At the bar I was hit on even though I was with Joel. He hated it.
I loved it and danced with a couple of fellows, bringing them
quickly to erections then leaving them to return to our table. He
was seething and asked me if I was satisfied. I replied that I was
having fun and his turn would come later. That mollified him, We
continued to drink and dance and left around eleven.
When we entered my apartment, he held me and kissed me deeply,
passionately. I returned the kiss, held him tightly, thrust my
pelvis against him, and felt his erection. With unstated agreement
we stripped in the bedroom.
I laid on my bed, stretched out, and waited for Joel to cuff me,
smiled at him, and said, "Come on Joel, I'm waiting to be fucked,
condoms are in the nightstand."
He put on a condom, lubed it, and lifted my legs, my heels over his
shoulders. I pulled my ass cheeks apart and waited for him to
enter. He thrust tentatively against my anus, thrust more firmly,
entered, and once past the sphincter he slid in easily. I gasped,
moaned. I reached back to the bars on the headboard and held them
while I thrust back at Joel.
"Oh God, Joel!, faster!, deeper!, harder!! Uhhhhh!, oh God Joel,
more!!"
"Yeooh! Jan, I'm coming!!"
I could feel him spurt into me, again and again. I could feel the
ejaculate in my bowel. I lowered my legs, wrapped them around his
waist, and pulled him close, tight.
"Oh Joel, damn it, I love you!"
"Janet, you're the greatest, I adore you. Ehhh, will you trust me
for some bondage games?"
"Sure, but first I want to call someone for backup."
"You still don't trust me enough, do you?"
"Oh, OK, I trust you."
He cuffed my hands in front of me, linked them to a chain, and
hooked the chain to a wall hook I had installed for bondage games,
totally securing me. I could kick, scream if I wanted to, but could
not get my hands down. He dumped his bag of toys onto the bed, took
a gag, gagged me, and buckled the gag, pretty well preventing me
from any articulate complaining.
I could see the toys he put on the bed and I was more than nervous
but... there was nothing I could do at this point, so I relaxed and
waited for his next move. He put cuffs on my ankles and spread my
legs with a spreader bar so I could not squeeze my legs together.
Then!
He picked up a bag from his collection, opened it, and showed me
the contraption he had hidden in it. Oh damn, it was the ultimate
in chastity belts; a Neosteel from Germany. The sadist chuckled as
he explained its function to me one feature at a time, watching me
shudder in anticipation. I shook my head, NO NO!
He laughed and said, "Yes! Yes! Yes! A little bit of retribution
from last week."
He put it on me. A leather covered steel belt circled my waist, not
tightly yet, there was more to do. He put my penis inside a steel
tube, reached around my rear, lubed my anus, lubed a dildo fastened
to the crotch belt, and started pushing the dildo into my rectum,
at the same time moving the penis tube up my penis, totally
incarcerating it within its steely grasp. Chains extended from the
crotch belt to the sides of the waist belt. He pulled the affair up
tight, locked the belt securely, and stood back to examine his
handywork. I was fucked. My ass was plugged, I could not touch my
cock, the belt was very tight. I WAS FUCKED!
He uncuffed my ankles, let my wrists down though still cuffed, and
took my gag off.
"Joel damn it, how the hell can I wear this thing, I can hardly
walk, can't go potty, I can't even get fucked in the ass. I want it
off!"
"When I please, Janet", he replied calmly. "Be patient, darling, we
have more to do. I don't want any argument so... here's your little
gag dearie." He put a blowup gag in my mouth and expanded it,
filling my mouth so I could only moan and groan. Next a steel
collar, locked, with two chains hanging from it with handcuffs at
the ends of the chains. While I was not going to resist, he cuffed
my wrists into the new cuffs before undoing the first pair. This
maintained the feeling of total control he wanted to impose upon
me. It worked! I didn't move while he decorated me with chains and
locks and cuffs.
"You see, Janet, you have considerable mobility in your arms, since
the chains are about two feet long. And you can walk now -- I took
the spreader bar off. Don't you feel more free now?" he teased.
I shook my head No, No, No!
"Later darling, and don't think such evil thoughts. Remember, we
are having fun, aren't we?"
I shook my head slowly, very slowly...yes.
He looked at me critically, thinking about what to do next. Oh, oh,
more cuffs and chains. He put leather lined steel cuffs on my arms
above the elbows and linked them with about two feet of chain, thus
not inhibiting movement. So...what's the point? Ah, ha, a snap link
allowed him to pull my arms together behind me at the elbows, thus
preventing any real arm or hand freedom.
He made me kneel, put leg irons on my ankles, linked the arm chain
to the leg iron chain, and I was immobilized, fucked for fair. I
could hardly move. I waited. He deflated my gag, removed it. He
waited for me to say something.
"Joel, what the hell are you up to, I never agreed to this level of
restraint."
"Well actually, we never discussed it. But never fear, you will be
released in due time. I would never leave you alone with your butt
plugged and locked. But now, my sweet, with your lovely mouth open,
you have some sucking to do. A lot of sucking, about two hours
worth of sucking. I'm going to sit down and relax, you can wiggle
your way over here and start to work."
I did.
Eventually, he tired, unchained me, unplugged me, put all his toys
back into his satchel, kissed me goodnight, and left. I promised to
call when I had acquired everything I needed for the opera.
I did some searching, but finally located a silver lame sheath
dress and the right accessories. I dressed completely in them to be
sure all was well. I put on a silver gaff, white panties, silverish
pantyhose, a white strapless bra with forms to fill out what my
body still had not completed, silver over the elbow gloves, and my
jewels. I examined myself carefully in the mirror and decided that
I was as perfect as I could be. I called Joel, told him I was
dressed for the opera, and if he wanted a preview to come over to
my place. It was an invitation he wouldn't pass up and forthwith he
appeared at my door.
"Holy jeeze, Janet, you are awesome! Lets fuck."
"Get off it Joel, if you like what you see, say so and go."
"Yes, you look great, I can't wait to take you to the opening. I
trust that I am forgiven for the liberties I took with you not long
ago?"
"Yes, forgiven, not forgotten. Actually I want to do it again."
End of Part Two. Shall I continue?
(c) 2008 by Janet Baker
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