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Keywords Hormones Very High Heels Chastity Belt Use of Sex Toys Categories Bondage Crossdressing/TV /TG The Operation Synopsis Janet meets some new men, has fun, has a great BD session with Joel and Roger, finally meets her mate Saga Part Four The boys both came to the hospital to take me home; they were so nice-so solicitous I couldn't wait to reward them for their kindness so I made drinks and an apple pie for them. We chatted, kissed, I stroked them a little-didn't feel up to anything really strenuous. We listened to some music and when they felt I could be left alone, they left. I went to bed, rested for the remainder of the day. Since neither of them were marriage material I decided to go prowling next week. I expected that by that time my neck, voice and castration would be completely healed. I tried a new bar; it also had a dance floor. I had dressed well as usual, this time a black satin sheath dress, decollete, nicely showing my growing breasts, pearl choker for accent, pearl bracelets, black suede pumps, four inch heels. As usual, I had my hair, nails done; as usual I was a hot number, looking for fun, prowling for men. I walked into the bar, saw a couple of hot chicks at the bar and sat down next to them. "Evening girls, any action yet?" "No, and this is our turf, find your own!" "Sorry girls, didn't realize you were in business." I took another stool farther away from the hookers. They were good looking, a little on the hard side but I guess that the 'business' can do that to you, make you a little cynical. Funny though, we were looking for almost the same thing. A fellow walked in, sat next to me and struck up a conversation. "Good evening miss, may I sit here or are you saving it for someone?" "No, I'm just out for the evening, my regular guys are occupied elsewhere, I guess, neither of them called me so I thought I'd go out alone." "Forgive my being bold, but you won't be alone long, you are gorgeous, in case you don't know it." "Thanks, yeah, I know, I'm a hot chick. But-I have a problem-I'm looking for a spouse, a very special kind of spouse-an unmarried one." "I do understand, and yes to be up front about it, I am single, never even been married." "I see. So you travel the bar scene also-any satisfaction? Does it work?" "Well, I do meet people, lots, but not the right one yet. Mostly I'm just having fun meeting new people. And you?" "Same, I go out to meet people, have fun, dance, drink a bit-but I am hoping to marry when and if I find the right guy." "You intrigue me. What do you do for a living? I'm sure you're not in the same profession as the girls down the bar" "No, I'm not, and they asked me to move away from them, I guess they didn't like the competition. I'm a software engineer, specializing in IT." "Forgive me again, but you the most freaking beautiful software engineer I ever met." "You are forgiven and thank you." "Buy you a drink?" "Sure, thanks. Dance?", I replied "Lets." "Ah, a tango, do you tango?", I asked. "Yes, in fact I am a dance teacher, specializing in Latin but I do anything. I had ballet training but ballet is such a brutal profession that I decided to do ballroom instead. I do dance at the MET during ballroom sequences. I have danced during the ballroom scene in Fledermaus and a few others." "That's great but does it earn you a living?" "Oh no, but I have resources. My family is well off, they subsidize me, provide my housing, an allowance; as long as I am doing something productive, they are content to help me." "That's really nice that you have a family like that. I am somewhat estranged from my family, they live in Iowa, a big farming family, farming country. I love them but our philosophies are rather poles apart-they are ultra conservative bible thumpers who feel that if a person is-say-different, it is gods punishment. I am what I am, I didn't choose to be what I am, but I believe that I am a decent human being and only ask that I am accepted as such." "Oh wow! I think I understand. My family is well to do Republican but I am very fortunate in that they are quite proud of my performing abilities-I act a bit as well as dance. Consequently they don't push me to join the bank or some such." "Hey! What's your name? I'm Janet?" "Kevin." We danced. He was one damn good dancer, his leads are perfect, I had no trouble following him. We tangoed, rumbaed, waltzed, yes I know, a really odd bar but I loved it. The rumba is such a sexy dance. We did a slow rumba, almost a bolero, gazing into each other's eyes. It didn't take much for me to start desiring him. I folded myself closely into him, the dance became very erotic, oh yeah, my eyes glazed over, I held him tighter, he me. Oh god, I could have fucked him on the dance floor. "Janet, you are one hot dancer, one hot woman. I hope to get to know you better." "Me too Kevin, I love dancing with you. Could we go to the ballroom sometime where we can really hog the floor?" "Love too. Lets exchange tel nums, arrange a date." "OK, Kevin, you said that you danced during Fledermaus, I went to Salome not too long ago. I thought that Karita was superb-actually they were all good, but she was hot." "Yeah, I saw that performance also, at the Saturday matinee, were you there then?" "Oh yes, row 'L', good seats. I was there with a friend." "Guy, girl?" "A guy, I do have a few friends." "Of course, I shouldn't have asked but a beauty such as yourself is rarely without an escort." "I know, I know, it's just soooo improper for me to be out alone without a coterie of adoring followers." "You're cute. I like you-no I really like you!" "Wellll Kevin, I kinda like you too, lets dance, I want to feel your body close to mine." "Oh Jesus! Woman, you are an extraordinary lady, a vision of humor and beauty. Janet, do you like the ballet? If you do, I'll take you and if you like I'll try to introduce you to some of my friends. Even though I gave up performing they are still friends;. We'll have a good time and after the ballet we might join up with some of the dancers for some drinks and snacks." "I'd love to, just name it, my schedule is fairly open." "Really, I thought you would have a full schedule, have you been away or something?" "Ah yes, in fact, I was 'hors de combat' for a while, minor hospital stuff." "Nothing serious I hope?" "No." "Lets dance again, I want to rub you during the rumba.", I said as I gazed at him under seductively lowered eyelids, diverting him from further questions about the hospital. We returned to the bar, started new drinks and continued to chat when lo and behold Roger and Joel entered the bar, glanced at me, looked away and whispered to each other. Kevin noted and asked, "Do those guys know you?" I said, "Yes, good friends, I'll introduce you." "Rog, Joel, c'mon over I want to introduce you. You guys have a lot in common. Rog, Joel, this is Kevin. Kevin, Roger and Joel, good friends of mine and also lovers of the arts. In fact they took me to the opening and to Salome. Kevin is a professional dancer. We danced and he is really great. In fact, guys, they are doing another rumba and I want Kevin to dance with me and we'll show you how great we dance together." "Kevin", I whispered as we danced, "I want us to dance really hot together, good pelvic grinds, I want it to look really hot for the boys." "OK, my pleasure, the hotter the better, but I don't like playing tease games so you can aggravate your friends." "No problem, we know each other quite well. They will appreciate the sight-and the thought." I called to Joel, "Joel, can you get a table so the four of us can sit down, I'd like a salad?" "Sure", he said, "shortly." After the dance we gathered at a table, I ordered, the guys ordered, the meeting was a little strained since none of the fellows knew what has going on between me and Kevin so I thought I'd break the ice a little. "Roger, Kevin not only dances but has danced during ballroom scenes at the MET and we were chatting about attending the ballet when you and Joel walked in. I just met Kevin tonight, he was kind enough to join me at the bar and keep me company. It also kept away some characters. I appreciated his company. Especially when I learned that he was a dancer, you know how much I love to dance." I was sure that Roger and Joel would get the message since we had become friendly after some intimate rubbing on the dance floor. "Roger, they're doing a tango, would you please?" As I rose to dance with him. As we danced, Roger asked me what the story was with Kevin. "Rog, I told you, we just met, he's a nice guy and neither you nor Joel has any interest in me beyond sex. I am looking for a husband." "Have you told him about...?" "Of course not, we just met and I would like to handle it myself. By the way, I haven't heard from either of you for a couple of weeks. Having fun?" "No, we've been collaborating on a project at my place. It has to do with some B sex and we'd like you to join us for some fun." "Love to but keep it quiet, I want to explore this new relationship and see where it goes. Kevin has potential, he is nice, athletic, family has money-he could be the guy." "OK, but either Joel or I will call; we want to play with you this week if possible." "Sounds like fun, please call, but Kevin and I are going to make a date for the ballet." Later, I decided it was time to go home. I asked the three of them if they would care to escort me home and stay for a coffee. Without question they all volunteered and we left. I had Joel on one side, Kevin on the other with Roger bringing up the rear. I made coffee for them and we chatted for a while. I was sure that they were all jockeying for a chance to be the last to leave. I enjoyed that game for a while and then sent them all out together after Kevin and I agreed on a date for the ballet. Joel promised to call about a get together during the week. I knew what it was about and my cock twitched just wondering about what the boys had planned. Joel called Tuesday and asked if I would join them at the bar then at Roger's place on Wednesday since they had some interesting plans for the three of us involving some new furniture and 'stuff'. He didn't specify the 'stuff'. I demurred, suggesting that if the evening were too strenuous, I might not be able to go to the ballet with Kevin on Saturday. I suggested that we make it Sunday-we could have breakfast somewhere and then have all day to play. He liked the idea of all day play and agreed to Sunday. ****************** Kevin picked me up for the ballet, evening performance. I prepared myself accordingly, dressing reasonably elegantly in a red sheath, red sandals and appropriate accessories. The ballet-Raymonda-was great, danced by a traveling group from the Kirov ballet. It was like staged foreplay, without a climax. I just drooled over that guy's muscles; Kevin favored the ballerina of course. That was good, I was hoping Kevin would be a normal horny heterosexual. He treated me that way; I had hopes for this relationship. After the ballet we crossed Broadway and settled in at O'Neals for a salad and drinks and happily enough met some of his dance friends. I could kill for their bodies. Three drinks later, I was ready for sex with Kevin, wondered if oral would do and if it would not be too soon. Does one really suck cock on the first date in polite society? I figured that I would let him take the lead and use the old 'time of the month' excuse for offering a substitute. Most men would faint at the idea of getting blown on a first date. Well, lets see. Eventually we left after exchanging tel nums with some of his friends. We took a cab back downtown to my place and I invited Kevin in. I made coffee, laced it with some brandy and we cuddled on the sofa, kissed, gently at first-exploringly-then with increasing passion-tongues twirling, hugging tightly. He caressed a breast, I didn't resist, I turned, said, "unzip me Kevin- unhook my bra." I slipped my bra off and with my back to him he fondled both breasts, I sighed, pressed back against him, tilted my head back for a kiss-we kissed. I turned toward him saying, "Oh god Kevin, I'm so hot, I want you but damn it it's that time of the month. Would you mind if I give head? I tried it before, I do it pretty well." His jaw dropped, he gasped, said, "Oh my god, I would love it." "OK Kevin, drop your trousers and briefs, I'll get a warm washcloth and a condom." "Why a condom", he asked. "Well Kevin we have not yet discussed personal things such as HIV, STD. We should not take anything for granted until we know better." "Use it if you wish but I assure you that I am totally clean, in fact I give blood regularly because of my special blood type and they test my blood each time I donate and I donated last week and I have not had any sexual activity since then." "OK Kevin, we'll do without; that pleases me since I much prefer the feel and taste not ruined by rubber or latex. I'll be right back." I returned moments later with a washrag, Kevin had stripped off his trousers and briefs and had sat back down with his legs spread with the one eyed monster gathering strength from anticipation. I gently washed his cock and eagerly addressed myself to the task of blowing him out of his mind. If I was going to suck his cock, I wanted to be the best. I had seen many videos of oral sex with world class porn actresses and men knew what to expect and I wanted to deliver. Judging from Kevin's vocal outbursts, moans, gasps, and cries of joy, I pleased him well. When he came, he spurted as though there was no tomorrow; he filled my mouth, I swallowed and he filled it again. I swear, he had been saving it all week just for me. "My god Janet, you are incredible, that was wonderful. Thank you, thank you darling lady, sweet lady!" "Oh, Kevin, you were really loaded for bear, two mouths full, wow!" "Kevin, zip me up please. Some more coffee?" "Sure, and if you give me a little time we could do it again." "Oh Kevin, you guys never get enough do you?" "Of you, Janet, one could never get enough." "Flatterer" A half hour passed, Kevin's cock revived and we did it again. I kept sucking on it until it was little more than a worm. "It's had it Kevin, it's dead, really dead-time to go home" "Could I stay the night? After that I think we know each other" "No Kevin, I have a breakfast date tomorrow. How about next week sometime?" Having agreed on a future date, we kissed goodnight. I just prayed that I did not overplay my hand by having sex on the first date. I really did want it though. Sunday morning rolled around, I dressed for a breakfast outing with Roger and Joel, eagerly anticipating some bondage games with them at Roger's place. We dined at a local restaurant, they paid the bill (nice to be the desired one) and we walked over to Roger's house, a very nice three story building. He converted the third story into a bondage play room. Some people call it a dungeon but our attitudes and practices define it as a play room. We don't hurt each other-intentionally-but rigorous bondage play is what we like. I really like being bound, chained, restrained by my playmates and of course we fuck like rabbits or mink or whatever. I had never been there so they gave my the grand tour. I saw two kinds of cross, bondage tables, stocks, chains, pulleys, handcuffs, leg irons, you name it, I think they had it. Roger told me that since he and Joel had found a great BD partner in me they proceeded to finish his third floor into a play are for me specially. "Well guys, I hope you aren't disappointed but you know that at the end of a good restraint session is some good fucking. I hope you won't disappoint me and just for that I did the ol' enema thing this morning and I am sweet and clean and ready." They introduced me to a new bondage bench they had just completed. By lying on it with my knees on lower padded boards I could comfortably rest while awaiting my lovers' attention. My ass projected out and up for easy entry and my head was at sucking level for someone at the other end. They had cuffs positioned at different places for different modes of restraint. "Are you ready, Janet?" Joel asked. "Oh boy am I ready!" We all stripped, I laid down on the bench. Those clever guys had built a great padded affair, so comfy, so ready for fucking. They strapped my legs down, strapped my body to the bench and cuffed my wrists to the support legs. I was now totally helpless-I loved it- a feeling of total acceptance, total submission; I waited, rested, anxious, I ground my pelvis against the bench, generated a nice erection-in spite of my female hormones. They flipped a coin, Joel lubed my anus, his cock and entered my ass. Roger came to my head, pulled my head back by my hair, I opened my mouth and I sucked, happily, willingly, joyfully. You can't imagine the thrill of having those two lovers of mine thrusting in me at the same time. They developed a rhythm, one in, one out, one in, one out and on and on until Joel came in my ass, filling my rectum with his ejaculate. Roger took more time-slow and leisurely was his preference. When Roger finally filled my mouth with his first effort, he let me swallow and I relaxed for a bit while they sat and contemplated the next step. "What do you think Joel? Shouldn't we just switch while she is strapped down?" "Yeah Rog, lets just switch places and see how much longer it takes to cum this time." "Hey guys, don't I have anything to say about this?" "Oh hell no, you're strapped down, our sex slave, we'll decide." Says Joel. "Yeah, I'll take the front end Rog, you the rear-she needs more lube though." Joel came around to me and started to have me suck. "No Joel, damn you, wash that thing before you put it in my mouth." I hollered. "I'll bite it off if it's dirty!" He washed and they both started reaming me again. Oh fuck!! I was in sixth heaven-seventh would wait until I had a proper pussy. I dream of the games with a proper pussy; I could stand and have one of them in each hole, thrusting away-what joy. I could also be the center of a horizontal sandwich of sex-oh god! They unstrapped me from the bench, tied my wrists together and hoisted me a few inches off the floor. I yowled, "It hurts, guys, fuck me quick!" Joel took my ankles, spread my legs, pulled them over his shoulders, presenting my anus to his ready prick, aimed directly at my hole-and- wham, in it went. I yowled again, "faster Joel, fuck me faster, my arms hurt-my wrists hurt. Hold me, take the load off my arms baby, I'll wrap my legs around you." He came quickly, the erotic position brought him to it. Then Roger took a turn at my opened ass but he got me from behind, lifting me by my thighs, ramming his ready and randy cock into me. I just hung there, waiting for him to finish, I was getting sore by then. They let me down, untied me, thanked me, kissed, cuddled me, carried me to a large flat bondage table covered with padded vinyl, laid me down, told me to rest while they prepared for the next position. I just lay there resting-I had been so royally fucked I was in a state of bliss (with a somewhat sore ass). We took time out for some refreshment, a little water was all I needed. They came back, put leather cuffs on my ankles and wrists, linked the four cuffs to a large ring suspended from above and hoisted the ring, pulling me up by my arms and legs putting me in a standard hog-tie position. "Well guys, how are you going to get to my ass now?" "Oh we're not going to-we're going to take turns having you suck us off." One after the other and then again they made me suck and suck until their balls looked like prunes. Now my mouth was getting sore and I swallowed so much cum I wouldn't need dinner. They lowered me, unhooked me from the hog-tie ring, took my cuffs off and let me stretch and relax. They scurried around gathering ropes for the next game. They explained that they wanted to take a video of me tying myself up, completely making myself helpless. I objected, "No way fellows are you going have my face on film, tape or anything else." "She's right Joel, she must be totally unidentifiable, face totally concealed. H'm, suppose we use a full face mask or better yet, a helmet with eye holes, nose hole and for added fun, a big mouth hole." "Good idea Roger." "The idea, Janet is that you are home waiting for your love, husband, or just the neighborhood stud and you are tying yourself up to immobilize yourself, presenting yourself to his pleasure-waiting in the living room." "For the first time as a sample run through, we will give you directions so you can do it yourself." "First dress in bra, panties, thigh highs and fuck me pumps with ankle straps. Lock on your steel bondage collar and hang the handcuff keys from one of the rings on the collar. Then sit on the sofa, pull your knees up so you can tie your ankles tightly together. The pretty white cords are laid out beside you in order of use. Now tie your legs above the knees, then tie the rope with the handcuffs knotted onto it around your waist, tying it in front of yourself with the cuffs behind you. Now gag yourself with the ball gag and finally cuff your hands behind you. You should now be unable to escape-unable to release yourself. You are now hot with anticipation-waiting to be fucked. You now just wait until he arrives. You wonder what his expression will be when he sees what you have done for him-making yourself totally his- totally submitted to him." I followed their instructions, erotically displaying myself as I tied myself for their video camera. They entertained themselves with the helpless me by tossing me over the sofa back, pulling my panties down and taking turns fucking me in the ass. I could only make muted moans and groans and a few squeals with my mouth gagged. They left me there dripping while they relaxed and refreshed. Finally they took pity on me, removed the gag, gave me something to drink and then proceeded to make me suck them both off. Haven't had fun like that in a while!!! We rested again and Roger replayed the video of my self bondage. We critiqued it, noted some flaws and places for improvement and decided to repeat. We also discussed some variations of the self bondage-self presentation idea. We used an voice over variation in which her friend (lover, dom) called her and over the speaker phone telling her in detail step by step how to restrain herself. "Joel, suppose we had a video link where the couple would interact by video?" "Great idea, Jan, we'll think about it. Sounds great!" "Roger", said Joel, "Lets use the head harness routine now, I think she's rested." "Yeah, OK Joel, Janet, in this routine you will wear a leather bra and briefs, fishnet stockings and ballet boots. Joel and I will help you put on the boots." My cock quivered with anticipation. They helped me dress-they loved it- all that opportunity to fondle me-I loved it-relished it-got hot-big hard on. Joel said, "Cut it out Jan or we'll chain your cock to the floor." Dressed now, they put a head harness on me, complete with bit gag. A chain was wrapped around my waist with cuffs locked to the chain. This would be the last step in my restraint. They explained that for the video, I would put the harness on, put the waist chain on, hang the key to the cuffs from my harness, and then hook my harness to a chain hanging from the ceiling, finally immobilizing myself by putting my wrists in the cuffs. I would then just stand there waiting for someone to release me. "Janet, put on your mask before we start shooting." "Now Jan, stand on your spot in front of the camera and start to put on your restraints. When you you're finished, try to walk a little to show how you are restricted to just a few feet of movement also showing off your ballet boots and your ballet walk." Oh well, I did-did it all. I strapped on the head harness with its under chin, around the neck, back of the head, over the head set of straps, put the bit gag in my mouth, hooked my harness to the chain hanging from the ceiling, the chain around my waist and finally cuffed my wrists totally immobilizing myself-just able to take a few steps to keep my balance. The boys put on their own masks, came to me and fondled me, taking my top and bottom off leaving me almost naked save my stockings and boots. They walked around me, teasing me, tickling me, fingering my anus, my cock, making me hard, chuckling at my frustration-teasing-teasing. "OK Janet, one more video. Put on these suspension cuffs and follow me." sternly commanded Joel. I meekly followed him to a point below two chains hanging from the ceiling and a step ladder positioned below them. One look and I knew what to do. I stepped up onto the ladder, hooked my suspension cuffs to the chains and kicked the step ladder away from me leaving me hanging- helpless. I was absolutely helpless. I hung there quietly waiting for rescue. The guys took predictable advantage of my plight by fondling my breasts, tickling me-one of them actually sucked my cock. Finally they lifted me, unhooked me, and let me down. I had enough. I was exhausted. I had been fucked and fucked and I had sucked and sucked. I was in a state of bliss; fucked bliss. I rested a while then dressed, putting a tampax in my ass, a kotex between my legs, two pairs of panties and the rest of my clothes. They took me home in a cab, helped me to my apartment, hovered over me solicitously, put me to bed and left. The next day I went to work still keeping a tampax in my rectum to sop up leakage-my anus was barely closed. I walked spraddle legged to work Monday. Roger called me at work asking me how I was feeling. I told him I needed at least a week before trying that again. Believe it or not we made a date for the next Sunday. ************ Kevin called me midweek asking for a date. He had a few things in mind- symphony, another ballet, opera-all good exciting venues I loved so dearly. I willingly accepted after checking my schedule. We agreed on the symphony at Avery Fisher Hall. "Janet, dinner before or snack later?" "Uh, actually both, sandwich and salad before and something equally light after the performance. Then coffee at my place, OK?" He agreed, picked me up at the appointed time, we took a cab uptown-I stroked his thigh, he mine. We looked at each other-smiling-wondering. The symphony was Mahler's; great of course but better was exciting my date by stroking his leg and rubbing my leg against his. I think I was asking for it-for something. We went downtown for our after the symphony snack then coffee at my place accompanied by some serious necking, kissing, cuddling. Naturally one thing leads to another and Kevin proposed sex-real sex. "Janet, the last time we dated you did an awesome oral on me-I loved it. You are the greatest but this time I would like to return the favor with... you know... intercourse." "Kevin darling, you mean you want to fuck me?" "Not to put too fine a point on it, yes, exactly. I would love to fuck you." "Kevin. Sit. Now is the time for truth, truth and nothing but the truth." "You scare me Janet." "Kevin, I like you, no, I believe that I love you, no, I am sure that I love you but I have a confession. I am transgendered, a woman born in a male body. I have been on the road to womanhood for some time now. I have been taking hormones, and been castrated. A few short months from now I will undergo SRS, sex reassignment and I will then be a functioning woman; I will have my various documents changed to reflect my actuality. Well?" "Well!!!" "Well? Nothing else to say?" "What else can one say? I am speechless-I never suspected-that's how convincing you are. You're beautiful, charming, witty, cultured, educated. I like you, I want to continue seeing you. Tell me, what do the doctors say about functionality and pregnancy-I doubt that you could become pregnant." "Quite right, Kevin, I could never get preggies, but the docs tell me that my vagina should be functional although it would require lubing and constant attention-constant attention can be lots of fun. Will you will continue to date me? I want you to. It will make me soooo happy if you will Kevin. If you like... there are things we can do... head, I know you like that... anal if you wish." "This is quite a shock, Janet, but I have come to care you a great deal; lets continue to date, lets wait until the final surgery-see how it comes out (no pun intended). Whether marriage is in or out remains to be seen. I know that you intend to marry. Yes, Janet this really has been quite a shock-I will need some time to reflect, consider." "Yes, Kevin I want to marry-I want a home, a husband, a stable normal life. You know how much I love sex, we have common interests, I have a good income, you also, I assume. We could be a pair but I understand and I am more than happy to wait until after SRS. In fact depending on the laws wherever we might marry, we might have to be of separate sexes so ultimately I will have to have all the necessary documents changed into my new name." "Kevin, if you wish, we can do anal." I suggested hopefully. "No Jan, if it's all the same to you, I prefer your fantastic mouth." He replied. No sooner said than done. I almost tore has pants off trying to get to his cock. It sprang forth lustily, ready and very willing. Oh God! Was I hot and thankful that he didn't barf and run. I sucked as though my life depended upon it. He came and then came again. We rested, revived and I sucked him again and again until his prick resembled a little worm shrinking inside itself. Oh were we happy! "Kevin, tell me sweet, do you like erotic games? Would it please you to tie my wrists and make me helpless? Would you like to make me kneel in front of you with me wrists tied together and force me to suck you cock again? Would you like to see me helpless and at your mercy-at your service-at your cocksucking service?" "Janet, you are so hot-so freaking hot. Oh god, would I love to tie your wrists-I'll hold your head while I fuck your face-while you suck me to bliss and back. I'll tie your ankles to keep you on your knees. You'll stay there until I have been sucked and sucked." "May I do that Janet, may I tie your wrists and ankles?" "Yes Kevin, yes! Yes! Yes!" And he did did did do that and all of that and by the time we were both tired it was three in the morning and he had to stay the night and we did it again in the morning before breakfast. I was sooo fucking happy! Kevin and I continued to date-many times a week-and had lots of sex. We finally ventured into anal-I didn't tell him I had an experienced anus-he loved it. After the first time, we did it more frequently. *********** Some months later. "Kevin, this is so great, I can't wait until I have a real pussy. Then can we have fun, switching from one hole to another. Kevin, I'm going in for SRS next week. Wish me luck! Will you take me to the hospital and stay with me until they throw you out?" "Sure, and then I'll check on you and take you home when you're ready." "Kevin, it may be a long, slow recovery. I'll tell you more when I have instructions from the doctors. Will you wait for me?" "Janet, I. Will. Wait. I love you. I will wait for you. I make no promise except that I will wait for you." When I started the journey I said: 'Some day, I will stand in front of a man and he will look at me as I look at him and love will pass between us, unsaid but real ... some day ... someday ... the right man, if there is one in the world ... for someone like me. There will be no doubts, no questions and I'll be happy, blissfully happy, and as obedient as a child.' Could Kevin be the man? End