A New PastChapter 11 Into a New Year
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...a dry martini of a Fetishy clich?, a good dollop of raw home made
spirit with a dash of insouciance and a twist of lime...
Symbiotic; a mutually supportive relationship... at least that's how I
choose to see it.
Dependence and inter-dependence, give and take. One side or the other,
but are we always on one side of the line? Does it shift, or perhaps the
question is, what would make you cross?
This is a work of adult fiction.
No resemblance to reality should be inferred or expected.
Copyright KLS 2009.
Symbiotic
By Kristina.L.S.
He was waiting there, as she had known he would be. A gentle request that
they should meet and discuss their... relationship. To be fair that was
too grand a word for what they shared, at least thus far, but she did
hope that would change. How he responded to what she said would decide
that. Leaving such a thing to another's whim was not something she did
easily, but this time there was no choice.
Her eyes wandered up and down as she gazed appreciatively at him from a
small distance before he became aware of her and adjusted. He sat at the
outside table partly shielded from the soft morning sun. He was
beautiful, slender, delicate almost, a feminine man in age but seemingly
more the boy. And he loved her as he had repeatedly said. Even lounging
as he was in the padded aluminium chair he had a grace that belied
maleness and yet he was male and wanted her. But she... wanted something
else.
She slipped unnoticed for a moment into the chair opposite.
"Hello Paul, I'm glad you're here, we need to decide if we have a
possibility of making something together. I hope so, but I need to lay
out what I... require. You must decide if you wish to... or can."
He had straightened noticeably as soon as he was aware of her, his
posture perfect and his attention focused on her, his soft brown eyes
gazing adoringly but with some puzzlement as she spoke.
"You know I will do anything for you Diane, I love you and wish to be
with you always." His eyes lowered and he clenched his hands slightly
before taking a breath and looking her in the eyes again. "I love you,
though I know I am not the most manly of men. You are taller, probably
stronger, older, more experienced and worldly so I am hardly a catch in
one sense. "
He paused and flicked his gaze from one of her dark blue eyes to the
other trying to read her thoughts. The sun sparkled on her flowing honey
blonde hair and he sighed at how lovely she was.
She smiled at his innocence, this gentle almost girlish boy man. A small
flutter of fear warred with the desire. She wanted him, but not in any
way he had ever considered, of that she had little doubt.
"Do you recall Paul, the day we first met here some months ago?" She
paused waiting for him to nod.
"Yes of course I do. I fell instantly in love and have been hoping to win
you ever since."
"Ah yes, such a gentle and polite pursuit. You really are a lovely
person." She smiled warmly. "You asked what I was drawing on my pad and I
closed it before you could see. I said I would show you when I thought
you might understand it. You shrugged slightly and replied that you would
love to see when I was ready to show it."
"Yes that sounds about right. I did wonder if you were some sort of
abstract artist and were used to people frowning, not recognising what
they were seeing."
She laughed delightedly and watched with a grin as he blushed and sat
back brushing his long wavy brown hair behind his right ear. A movement
so unconsciously girlish that her heart beat quickened and she licked her
lips.
"This is the drawing I did that day, I would be interested in your
impression." She slid the parchment like A4 sheet across the table and
watched his reaction as a hawk watches for a foraging mouse to pause.
His eyes widened and he swallowed as a light blush lit his face once
again. Then he straightened in his chair and shuffled in his seat
obviously slightly uncomfortable all of a sudden.
Her smile widened as his breathing quickened slightly and she knew what
caused his mild discomfort. Sliding her chair around the table she
stopped beside him and leant in so she could feel his reactions and
almost taste his sweat. He could smell her soft scent and his nostrils
flared as his eyes flicked to her, he swallowed and looked again at the
drawing he held.
"So my dear Paul, what do you see? How does it make you feel?" There was
husky edge to her voice now that made him nervously shift in his seat and
then he deliberately straightened so they were almost touching shoulders
again.
"Umm, I... ah, it's not abstract. I..."
"Does it excite you Paul? Do you fear what you see? Who is she Paul?" She
languidly dropped her left hand to rest softly in his lap the cause of
his discomfort pulsing under the palm of her hand. Twitching in
indecision and animal longing.
Her right hand grasped the edge of the drawing and lifted it slightly so
it was more upright in front of them. He turned and gazed deeply into her
eyes and again tried to read her thoughts. All he saw was the intense
blue heat of an oxy torch and he shivered and again as the small movement
made the hand resting where it was much more prominent in his mind. She
smiled as he gulped a few times and slowly turned back to look.
"She is, I guess a captive perhaps some conquest, but... I don't know.
She is not afraid, looks almost proud and maybe even aroused."
"Hmmm, yes, what else? Describe her to me."
"Umm, height I would guess average for a girl, maybe a pinch above. Long
dark hair pulled into a single plait and tied with a ribbon. Hoop
earrings... and um, full but not big, ah and other smaller hoops in
her... um..."
"Yes Paul, her nipples. And what else?"
"Ah, she has other rings down... and a sort of pin or rod running down
and pressing..."
"Yes, she has what might be a chastity device fitted to her pubis."
His gaze flicked to her and back again as she felt him twitch, doubting
he could be more aroused. "Keep going Paul."
"There is a small disk dangling at the bottom of the... ah, pin. She is
cuffed hands above her head a chain going off above. Her ankles are
likewise chained to rings in the floor. Her, black probably, ankle boots
have spike heels, maybe three inches, black stockings and suspender
straps from a, black again I would guess, corset tightly trimming her
waist. This pushes up her breasts and makes the rings there more
prominent. "
She pulled the drawing toward them as a waitress approached and coffees
were ordered.
With a brief glance at where Diane's hand sat the waitress smiled and
winked as Paul blushed once more. Nothing was said until the coffees
arrived and they sipped, Diane's hand idly brushing back and forth, to
keep the edge on.
"So Paul what else? How does she look? How does she make you feel?"
"She has a lovely figure, helped of course by the corset. She seems proud
almost happy to be chained as someone looks at her. I... well you can
tell I am aroused, she's beautiful and enticing and captive to whoever is
there."
"Yes she is, you have not described her face."
"She's um... pretty. A slightly long but delicate featured face. Full
lips and open expressive eyes with a hint of longing in them. She is
ready and willing for... I don't know. Full brows slightly shaped, a
little makeup I guess but that's not obvious with the pencil shading."
"Does she remind you of anyone?"
"N... no, I don't think so. But, maybe, just..." He frowned and blushed
once more as her hand pressed gently.
"Look at her Paul." She leant in close and whispered in his right ear. "
You my dear Paul are everything I seek." She licked his ear lobe and felt
him shiver as he twitched under her palm.
"I need a certain type of lover. You are that type, but you need to
listen and then decide if you can be what I need and I think what you
need too. " Her right hand rested on his right knee and her head leant on
his shoulder as she whispered on.
"You my dear are a classic submissive. I am a dominant, together we make
a whole that lacks one without the other, neither complete. Yet I have no
desire at all for a man. I like them as friends or associates but never
as a lover. So... I ask again do you recognise the girl in the drawing?"
"I... no, I don't." He gulped again and shifted uncomfortably in his
seat.
She smiled though he couldn't see it he could hear it her voice. " Yes
you do, don't you? I saw you sitting there and I drew what I felt. The
last few months I have been trying to get to know you and decide if what
I saw then was real and how to approach you. This is I am sure something
you have no knowledge of. But that is what I saw in you, a glimpse of a
future that might be."
"What. But that's... I'm a man, I..." He fell silent again as her hand
pressed gently and he straightened involuntarily.
"You are a beautiful feminine man and that is what makes this possible.
We can be together, lovers, partners a tighter bond than most marriages.
Mistress and slave, not an abuse but a mutual bond based on trust and
love." His whole body twitched as she had spoken. "I know a lady, a
friend that runs a beauty spa. I have an appointment for you. I will be
with you I assure you, there's no way I would not be. You would enter the
cubicle and strip. She will wash and then slightly trim your hair, tying
it back in the single plait with a black silk ribbon." She nibbled his
ear lobe and felt the shiver and another twitch.
"Then a full body wax everything below the neck, followed by some lovely
creams and lotions to smooth and soften. Then a complete facial, your
brows shaped slightly and ears pierced, silver hoops. While you sit back
with the cleansing mask on she will strap your arms down and then your
legs into the stirrups and work on your little boy. A few uncomfortable
minutes as she presses to split the muscle fibres below your scrotum,
opening an internal passage into the pelvic cavity without cutting. Then
your little balls will be pushed up into this opening, I believe this is
a little painful but only momentarily. Then she will pull your little
peeny inside itself and push it into your belly holding it there with
some medical adhesive. The next few minutes will be strange as she tugs
and shapes your loose skin into the semblance of a girls vulva again
using the glue. Now... a small steel catheter will be pushed into your
now hidden little boys head, leaving a small nub protruding. A template
will be pressed over this guide point and the points for piercing
marked."
She paused to judge his reactions at this point. Breathing was rapid and
his heart was racing, she could feel it through his neck and her left
hand was moving as he twitched and shifted. The heat rose from him as he
panted.
"Then eight small polished steel rings, top and bottom and two, two and
two. She will pull them together in pairs and slide the curved pin
through, bottom two pair first, pressing the small opening for the
catheter nub and then through the top pair. This is a tight fit to keep
everything close and enhance the look. Finally the single top point will
be fixed with a small smooth polished lock nut and the same at the base
with the small silver disk dangling. On that disk is two initials, a
capital D for Diane a diagonal slash and a smaller below the slash
capital P for Paula." She squeezed her hand slightly at this and felt his
whole body stiffen and a gasped indrawn breath.
"Yes, that's right and you can picture the image as I drew it. I don't
need or want a man and you will not be, nor will it be an issue for long.
Next as you recover from this she will finish cleansing your face and
make you up. A light feminine look lips a little plumped to enhance your
pout." She kissed his neck and throat and felt the pulse under the skin,
smelt the light earthy musk rising from him.
"A manicure with small extensions and a pedicure with a soft red polish
on all your neatly shaped nails. Your hands will be lovely, much more
feminine. Toes, so cute."
She chuckled as he shivered visibly and twitched some more beneath her
hand.
"Now, at this point you will be released from the bonds and sheer black
stockings rolled up your legs and the stiletto heeled ankle boots laced
onto your feet. I will help you stand as she slips the black silk corset
around your torso and settles it at your hips, fastens the front busk and
while I hold you upright your arms outstretched she will tighten the
laces. Once done she will slide her hand into the cups pulling up the
bunched flesh and slipping some enhancers into the base of each to
further the illusion of breasts." She again nibbled his throat and ear
and felt him twitch and shiver, he had not said a word for minutes as she
spoke, the only sounds he made were small gasps and gulped breaths.
"Then my dear Paula while I keep hold of your hands she will fasten
slender cuffs to your wrists and ankles, again a lightly polished steel.
Fine; more like jewellery than potential restraints, but certainly strong
enough. Lastly I will place a similar collar around your lovely slender
neck. I will lean in and kiss you softly on your glistening lips as I
hold your gentle slim hands with the shaped and painted tips our fingers
clasping in shared passion. "
She lifted her hand and turned his head to her and kissed him softly,
paused as he shuddered and grunted and she thought was going to come as
the pulsing increased beneath her hand, but his breath slowed after a
moment and he relaxed slightly, his eyes closed. Her hand lowered again
to its resting place in his lap.
"Still with me lover?" She felt him nod ever so slightly. "Right... at
this point I will push your hands together behind your back and the cuffs
will lock together. I'll clip a plaited leather leash to your collar and
lead you gently to the full-length mirror to view the new you for the
first time. I expect you will be somewhat mixed emotionally with what you
see."
" I... said... anything. " His voice was strained and tense. "I mean what
I say, I always do... I love you." He had surprised her with this gentle
outburst and it seemed he was going to say more but he stopped and
stilled himself with an obvious effort.
"Ah, my lovely girl, I'm impressed. I knew you had strength, I love that
you show it to me, here and now." She pressed her forehead against
his... no enough of that... her cheek and took a deep breath of his fear
and arousal. "Oh my Paula what a pairing we will make. So there you are
looking at yourself for the first time; the pupae of that drawing, the
inspiration, the bud of the flower within. Once you have stopped shaking
and the realisation of just how sensual a female you make takes hold,
well there is another small detail. So I lead you back to the bench and
get you to lean forward while she steps close and brushes across your
hips with an alcohol wipe. A small cut on the left, some pressure as
something is pressed in and then a spray to hold it closed. This is the
anti androgen implant, to stop your body absorbing male hormones. The
action is repeated on the right this time a mixed progesterone and
oestrogen implant to begin the feminisation of your body. Lastly an
injection of primogyn to kick start the process."
She paused to gather her thoughts as the whole situation was driving her
up the wall with desire. She nuzzled 'her' neck and pressed her hand
against the twitching animal under the cotton trousers.
"Oooh, you have no idea how hot this is making me my beauty. You see here
we are on the cusp of a new life together and you... fighting with
yourself at the base attraction for the image you give. The fear of who
she is and what being her costs you and the pure almost beyond yourself
desire to give all that you are and will ever be to me... your Mistress.
To submit body and soul to my desire and know that binds me as much as
you. Trust is the key, to know I will take and push and demand but never
too far. Never what you really cannot give and that is my burden, one I
take willingly."
She paused once more, moving her left arm to hug 'her' gently as she
kissed the silken cheek. Her right hand moved from knee to groin and
pressed the advantage.
"So my sweet devoted slave." She felt the twitch at that word. "Yes I
know... this is all new to you, but it is who you are, I assure you and I
think in part you know that already.
To give yourself... to kneel at my feet and pleasure me with your sweet
and willing mouth. To take my masculine add on, to lick and suck and show
your Mistress how feminine you are, how accepting of that most girl to
boy action, leaving a lipstick ring low down. Finally to be taken,
penetrated and revel in the explosive feelings of complete submission.
You know, it will be weeks and your nipples will be super sensitive then
become more normal in the womanly sense. A sort of puberty I suppose.
Over months your body will soften and with constant corseting and effort
you will be perfect. I expect no less, hair and makeup, immaculate. The
tension between your remaining masculinity will fade both emotionally and
physically. You will wear a corset at all times, heels and skirts or
dresses. I will decide what and when but once that is established you may
choose." She licked 'her' cheek and felt again that now familiar shiver,
something she knew she would never tire of.
"Oh my beauty, you test my will, but no not yet, the reality is not yet,
you need to hear and then bow to it with pride and joy in the giving. And
my heart will swell with lust and love and power and pride that you are
mine. I will slip a close fitting silken halter dress on your new shape
and lead you out and home, to our home from that moment on. It will take
time and effort but you will be mine and willingly... lovingly. You will
dress as I desire, from the black satin maids uniform to serve my guests
at dinner, the silken fluid shift that reveals as much as it covers as we
walk into a club and arouse the envy and passion of all who see, who and
what we are to each other and later, whatever else I and then you desire.
Over time, yes you will have those small yet firm breasts and I will take
you back to have the rings you have seen placed there. And we will love
them won't we. "
Ah almost there she thought, a few more little details. She gently chewed
'her' ear lobe once more. She enjoyed the closeness and the resultant
shiver.
"One further thing my lovely. That drawing where is it that she stands do
you suppose? I know you have no idea but I'll tell you. It's a stage, a
half circle in a club I attend now and then. You are there, centre of
attention of perhaps fifty... perhaps more. Plus the focus of your desire
and pride is that I am circling just there, not quite in view, tapping a
riding crop against my thigh as I work the moment before striking." She
smiled a dreamy ever so slightly lustful smile.
"Your pride is that I am there and have chosen to show you like this. And
so I strike and you squeal slightly and smile and straighten and await...
and it is not long before another and many. You gasp and squirm but of
course cannot escape and truthfully you do not want to. Yes there are
tears but there are soft moans of pleasure too and finally with a quick
flurry you come, there for me, in front of the crowd and you are proud
and rightfully so."
She paused for a moment to still herself, her desire evident in her eyes
and voice.
"I will hug you close and kiss your tears as I move to release your
bonds, a stage hand could, but I choose to and will always do so for you.
Then I will lead you to a room upstairs and you will love me and then I
you, until we lie together at peace and together almost as one. We will
talk of what this is and where it might go your fears and perhaps mine.
Would I share you? Ah no my precious, though perhaps in some minor way
with a few close friends. No we have a bond and that is a precious thing.
All this is in the future, perhaps a year from now, perhaps a little
less." She shrugged at that and stroked his... 'her' cheek, her right
giving a small squeeze.
"So my sweet love, we come to it. Can you feel this? Does it cry to you
with truth beyond the surface confusion? Take a moment and give me your
thoughts."
With that she sat back and looked calm and composed as she sipped her
still slightly warm coffee. But her stomach churned and her heart beat a
rapid tattoo. Was she right? Had she truly divined the future for Paula
and herself? With an effort she gazed languidly almost indifferently at
'her' profile as 'she' sat beside her.
There was a small almost imperceptible movement as Paula straightened in
her chair and turned to gaze deeply into Diane's eyes. Staring deeply and
shifting from left to right and back as though to see what she chose to
keep hidden. With a small almost cheeky smile she spoke.
"Diane, I love you."
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