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Saga Part Three
I started to dress for the opera. I had found the dress I sought,
a silver lame ankle length sheath, slit up to mid thigh. I put on
my silver gaff, no bulges tonight by God, and silverish panties
(better than the white ones), silken glimmer lace top thigh high
stockings, no garter belt -- I don?t want snaps to show under the
sheath -- a VC bra with halter style straps (it held me better than
the strapless), forms to augment my growing breasts, and five inch
heel silver evening sandals. Of course I spent the afternoon in a
salon being totally made up and over, my hair held up with a
diamond accented comb. Christ was I cute!! I accessorized with
diamond chandeliers, choker, bracelet, a couple of diamond and
emerald rings (souvenirs of previous affairs) and over-the-elbow
silver satin gloves. A silver clutch evening bag completed the
picture, a picture to behold. I was almost too pretty to fuck, if
that is even possible.
Joel arrived on time; we took a cab up to Lincoln Center, started
up the red carpet. We were intercepted by a staff member trying to
separate the important arrivals from the rest. He stopped us and
asked who we were.
I said, "You don't know me? Well!" and walked on and stopped where
Susan (Graham of course) was interviewing. I hesitated, said,
"Sorry Susan, can't stop, dinner awaits," and walked on, commenting
to Joel that it was all in the presentation.
Poor Joel, embarrassed and speechless, asked "What the hell were
you up to?"
"Chill out Joel, I'm enjoying my three seconds of fame -- ignoring
a TV spot, ignoring Susan Graham. Since I'm not famous, at least
I'm unfamous."
"You have problems Janet."
"Yeah, I guess. But Joel, am I pretty? Am I good in bed? What shall
we do after the opera, Jooeelll? What would you like to do with me
tonight, Jooeelll?"
"Shush, woman, I'm getting a hard on."
"Thank you Joel, it's always nice to be called 'woman'."
"C'mon Joel, lets go to the Grand Tier bar and have some champagne
and watch the people come in."
*****************
Later, seated waiting for the conductor and the National Anthem, I
noted,
"Nice seats Joel, let me have the opera glasses, please."
"OK but you hardly need them from here, row 'L' isn't too bad is
it?"
" No, I just wanted to look at the cameras on their telescoping
stands." As I surveyed them I asked, "Hon, where shall we go after
the performance? I would like to snack and drink before going
home."
Joel replied, "Well, Placido is in Washington, so that lets out his
restaurant. How about O'Neals across the street? We might meet some
friends there. We don't want to stay too late, I would like to?.
when we?"
"Joel, you horny boy, I swear, you are hornier than me, and I'm the
horniest hen in the house."
"You made me that way. Remember the week I spent in the chastity
cage? I thought I would die of frustration. Anyway, you are half
rooster."
"I know, but in a few weeks things will be different. I see the
doc, get jewels taken, some minor neck work, and then I will be
maybe three fourths female and my ever shrinking thingy will only
be a memory. Seven months from now I intend to take a trip to the
Far East for SRS."
"I can't wait", he said, "I understand the procedure is anything
but trivial. Painful with a long recovery time. But if there is
anything I can do for you such as help with the dilation, just
ask."
"Oh crap, Joel, you just want to be the first in my new pussy."
A gentleman in the row behind us said, "will you two speak louder?
We can hardly hear this fascinating discussion."
Joel replied, "Sorry. Later Jan. Quiet now, here comes the
conductor. We stand for the Anthem."
At intermission, Joel called O'Neal's for a reservation after the
opera.
*********************
During the second act I surreptitiously stroked Joel's thigh,
closer and closer to his groin, grinning to myself as he squirmed
to relieve his erection and readjust it in his briefs. He took my
hand in his to stop me. Good, I liked having my hand held.
Nothing quite like exciting your lover in row 'L' at the MET during
opening night.
It yields great memories. Good thing I was wearing a gaff, I got
hot too.
After the opera we went across Broadway to O'Neal's for a drink and
snack where we discussed, quietly, some of the things we would do
to each other.
"God, Janet, you are so hot in that silver dress I'm reluctant to
take it off you. Maybe I'll put some silver chains on you as
accents. Yes, a waist chain draping low over the hips with
handcuffs locked on it. Then I'll help you to your knees. When you
are on your knees, I'll put handcuffs on your ankles so you can't
even get up. I'll sit on your sofa and relax while you do your
usual best, sucking me to orgasmic oblivion. You know you are a
world class sucker of cock and I adore you."
I thought about this for a bit and replied, "Joel, I can hardly
wait, my cock is twitching just thinking about it. Funny, Joel,
seven months or so from now, my pussy will be twitching. Joel, are
you going to switch loyalty from my ass to my pussy or will you
give them both equal time?"
"Tough, very tough question, Jan. Actually, I'll split time amongst
the three -- don't forget your world class mouth. You know, Jan, I
might have to bring Roger with me to help out. After all, you are
insatiable and will have three holes, two of which are already
quite experienced. I have some cute ideas how the two of us can
handle you, 'force' you into some really strict bondage."
I replied, "I like, I like", and winked at him, grinning
seductively. "Sounds good, Joel. Now for your turn. I am going to
tie you to the corners of the bed, tightly, and fuck your brains
out, that is, fuck you out of your mind. Then I'm going to sit on
your face until I have drained dry and?"
We finished our drinks, Joel paid the check (nice to be the woman),
and we took a cab back downtown to my apartment.
Descending from the cab, we rushed with unseemly haste into my
apartment to strip and fuck. But I did carefully hang my silver
sheath in the closet, leaving on my bra, stockings,panties, and
heels of course. He carried me to bed and stripped my panties and
gaff off, flipped my legs up heels over his shoulders, lubed my ass
and my anus, lubed his cock, and without any further ado slammed
his cock into my ass.
"Yeooeoeh! Joel, oh gaaawd, Joel, harder, faster, deeper, yeouah!!!
Woosh, that was good. What do you do for an encore?"
"More of the same, ma petite, but first a collar, chains, and
cuffs, and you on your knees. By the time I chain you I'll be ready
for another round."
Loving that bound and helpless feeling, I presented my wrists to
him, and my ankles, and my neck. What a lovely experience, bound
and helpless with someone I could trust, trust with my life. Oh
God, does it get any better? Well?yes?if I had a pussy.
"Joel, I think?that it might be fun?.if you were to put a real
female chastity belt on me and take me out to a bar and let others
dance with me and feel the belt on me. What would I say? I wonder?
I could say that my boyfriend is so jealous that he makes me wear
the belt to keep me from fucking the first man I see. 'You see, I
am a nymphomaniac and the only way he can control me is by making
me wear a chastity'."
"You're crazy, Janet, it's a fun thought but you really don't want
to get a reputation as a total nut."
"Yeah, Joel, but I kinda like the idea of wearing a chastity. Would
you play some kinda chastity game with me?"
"Janet, I will play any game you wish, so long as there is no harm
to you, no risk, you are too precious. But it might only be fair,
since you kept me in a chastity cage for a week. Meanwhile I am
going to take advantage of your helpless state and let you suck me
to an erection. Whereupon, my sweet lady, I will roundly, royally
fuck you with love, determination, and affection. "
"Joel, if I do buy a chastity, will you really play some sort of
chastity restraint game with me?"
"Oh hell yes, any time, but not any place?. But lets get one, you
wear it and we'll go dancing. If it doesn't hurt you we'll boogie
a little. The idea of you in a female chastity is most erotic.
After SRS it will fit even better and the games will be even more
fun."
"Joelll, I saw a picture of an arm binder, it's so erotic?.I bought
one?.will you put it on me some time? Not now, Joel, I'm well
chained; another time though Joeell."
"Oh woman, you're a sadist, I'll think about that all night -- I'll
have an erection all night, I'll masturbate for hours."
"Oh no Joeell! Stay here with me until you can't get it up at all,
then go home."
He did. He could hardly get out of bed the next morning. I had
fucked him and sucked him to a frazzle.
********************************
Tuesday after work Roger called, and told me that Joel had filled
him in our last date and the great fucking after the opening. I
wished Joel were more discreet about our affairs.
"Janet, since you like opera, how about attending "Salome" with me
next Saturday, and we can get hot watching the soprano doing the
dance of the seven veils. I'm told she is really hot. And after the
opera we'll go to my house, then dinner at Forlini's, then back to
my place for an evening of restraint?"
"OK, is it evening or matinee? I want to dress correctly."
"Matinee, sweetie, heels no higher than four inches."
"Sounds good. When will you pick me up?" It's nice to be a woman,
even only a part of a woman.
"About 11:30, snack at O'Neals, then the opera, then fuck, then
dinner, then fuck fuck and fuck."
"Looking forward to it, hon. Ass'll hurt but I'll love it. And you
do want to go to blown paradise, right?"
*********************
"God that was an awesome performance, that woman was really hot.
Spread your legs, Janet, I want to suck you like you suck me"
"Oh please Roger. In a few months it won't be there. I hope the new
pussy will be as good as claimed by the docs."
Roger sucked me to an erection -- I don't have many of them any
more -- and then I came in his mouth. He drained me, I wilted, I
brought him to rock hardness, threw my legs over his shoulders,
raised my ass, he lubed it, lubed himself, and wham!!!
wham!! bam!! and thank you mam as he let fly his pent up orgasm
into my rectum.
He wilted, withdrew, cleaned us, and we relaxed on the bed with a
glass of wine.
"Janet, I'd like to put some restraint on you, OK?"
"Love it, Rog, but don't damage the goods."
He tied me with ropes in a simple way, he was just marking time
until his erection grew again. He tied my wrists together in front
of my waist, then tied my arms together above my elbows behind my
back, pulling my elbows as close together as possible. I whimpered
a little. He liked that and pulled even tighter -- I liked that
too. The cords were so tight I couldn't move my hands, so he
enjoyed himself fondling my breasts and fingering my cock. It was
so nice, and I thought about how much nicer it would be when my
breasts had grown and my cock was a real pussy.
"Roger, I am going in for surgery Monday. I would like either you
or Joel to take me and then pick me up when I am released from the
hospital."
"OK, Jan, see you soon."
Monday rolled around, Joel lost the coin toss and took me to the
hospital, sweet thing, and waited until I was back into the
recovery room. When they let him in he kissed me and kissed me, but
I was too groggy to reciprocate. They kept me overnight because of
the neck work, telling me to not say anything to anybody except the
docs or nurses and then keep it to a minimum.
The next day Roger picked me up and took me home, helped me into my
apartment, and made me some chicken noodle soup, some bullion and
tea. I wrote on a pad, 'Thank you, I can't talk but I can wank you
if you like'. He smiled and told me he would return next day to
check on me.
A week later I was back to normal, actually an improved normal with
my adam's apple diminished and my voice raised, and of course, my
bits removed. I was now an official castrati, on my way to
womanhood.
End of part three, shall I continue?
(c) 2008 by Janet Baker
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