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I walked into the room like I had two times before. it was well lit --
not a dungeon at all, but more like a playroom. She kept it as an
apartment most of the time, a separate place to use away from the rest
of her life. She welcomed me in, as always, closed the door but stopped
me before i fell obligatoringly to my knees.
"This isn't about that, sweetie," she said. "I appreciate you coming
over on short notice. But I've something I want to explain to you."
"Of course, Mistress," i said, taking a seat opposite her in the living
room. I pulled out the envelope with the tribute, but she shook her
head.
"This isn't a session," she said. "There's no need for that." She
collapsed back in the chair. "I'll come straight to the point. I've got
to go out of town for a few months. My mother down in Texas is ill, and
as much as I don't want to, I need to take care of her." I started to
offer condolences, but she shook me off again. "I know you do, sweetie,
but that's not what this is about. You see, me leaving creates a few
problems for me in terms of, well, in terms of you and ..." She stopped.
"Do you remember what you promised last year? When you asked me to take
you on? Do you remember what you said?"
i paused. "yes, Ma'am," I said.
"Tell me."
"i asked you to take charge of me," i said. "i told you i needed
direction, control. i told you that i'd turn over all the direction in
my life to you .."
"And did I?"
"Yes Ma'am," I said, agreeing out of reflex. The truth is she hadn't in
totality, but she had helped me quite a bit. She had helped me lose some
of the weight I needed to lose -- she had helped me transition from a
job i hated to a more freelance position. Not directly, mind you, but
with persuasion, and even a little confidence building, which was the
opposite of what i had expected a ProDomme experience to be. But the
personality transformation i had thought i wanted had not been a part of
our sessions -- she offered instruction, and degrees of sex, but it had
all remained in two-hour sessions once a week. i realized that was what
i had paid for, that this was a job, and expecting my fantasy to be
fulfilled was beyond reasonable.
"You're sweet, but that's not really true," she said. "The truth is,
everyone who's not a pain slut asks for that kind of thing, but they
don't really mean it. i didn't think you were any different, but lately,
lately i've been thinking i was wrong. You made the changes i suggested,
and seem eager for more. That was quite a gift you gave me, and i want
you to know that I value your trust."
i was blushing as she continued. "But I'm still wondering whether you
really meant it. It's one thing to change your diet, it's one thing to
give up a job you didn't really like. Now I'm talking about something
much more than those little things. So I'm going to ask you again. Do
you really wish me to take over your life, to decide those things I wish
to decide? IS that what you really want?"
i couldn't believe the question. She was going to take me with her to
Texas! She wanted to make our relationship something more than just what
it had been! i didn't hesitate before i spoke. "Of course, Mistress," i
said, my voice quivering.
Sensing what i was thinking, she shook her head. "I don't want to
mislead you. You won't be coming with me, but you will stay in my
collection."
"then what do you mean, Mistress," i asked.
"i am going to change you, but in order for me to start, you need to
give me your word. if you break your word, then I'll know that about
you, and when i return, the relationship we have will be forever
altered. I'll still take your money, of course, but i'll never trust
what you say. You'll become just another session to me, instead of
something much. much more. Do you stand by your answer?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She smiled. "Good," she said, and stood up. "Then I'll explain. While I
have many clients, i have very few special ones. Jeff is one of the
special ones. We've been together for almost seven years, and he is, in
all cases, like family to me. I love him dearly. But he can't come with
me to texas -- he is good at his job, and his job requires him to be
here. And, as i said, i can not not go to my mother. So what to do? I
can't leave the poor thing here to his own devices -- I can't risk him
falling for some other Domme, or some other girl," she said. "And
besides, he's pretty much past subbing anyway."
My stomach turned a little. "are you going to turn me over to him,
Mistress?" i asked "are you going to make him my Master."
"She shook her head. "Of course not, silly. Jeff doesn't need a slave,
and certainly not a boy one." She looked me over. "Jeff isn't going to
be you master. He's going to be your boyfriend."
i looked puzzled. "You see, like you, Jeff never had a girlfriend. Not
in high school, not in college. I don't know why, but he never did. So
that part of his life education is missing, and it's something every man
needs. It gives them confidence to have a girl devoted to them,
desperate to hold onto them, afraid of being alone. Builds up their
confidence, and that could only help Jeff. And you," she walked over to
me and stroked my cheek. "you, sweetie, need to be devoted. you need to
someone else. You need someone else to define you. That's why you came
to me in the first place, to have someone whose light you can reflect
in. So now you'll have it, after all this time searching. You'll be
Jeff's girlfriend. You'll have someone to dote on, someone to obsess
about. someone to please, to make happy. Someone to fall in love with,
or at least act like you're in love with, which is really the same
thing, you'll discover. You won't have to wonder about anything any more
-- you'll only have to think about making Jeff happy, and know that in
doing so, you're making me happy, too.
"Or you can be a liar, just like you swore you weren't."
I was speechless. Terrified of all of it. I wasn't gay, but i also had
sworn that i was giving my mind to her. She faced me and took my face in
her hands. "I know what's best for you, sweetie. You said you trusted
me. Keep your promise, and when i get back, i'll ... well, i'll be very
very proud." all i could do was nod, with tears in my eyes, and she i
did she smiled. "Let's get started then," she said, energy coming into
her voice. "He's coming over in about an hour. we ought to get you
ready."
She had me strip. My body was still large, and covered in body hair, but
she said nothing about it as she tired to pick out an outfit for me. She
settled on a plain white bra and lightweight blouse, pantyhose and a
long skirt. She placed a long blonde wig on my head and then applied
lipstick to my lips "just to make them kissable" she said. I had never
cross dressed before -- it had only be a component of my fantasies,
never a focal point. But when she had me turn around and look at the
mirror, i saw her point. i looked ridiculous. A silly, overweight man
dressed in women's clothes. "you'll want to do better than that,
sweetie," she said. "Jeff will do as i ask for a while, but if you don't
learn to make yourself pretty, he'll leave. And i'll be soooo
disappointed in you." i nodded and immediately thought of how quickly i
could lose more weight, how quickly i could shave myself. "Now, when he
gets here be glad to see him. He knows all about you and my plan, and
he's promised to try."
"what is he like?" i asked.
"He's sweet. Likes sports. Fantasizes about dumb girls, so that's
something to keep in mind," she said. "He's always dreamed about a
young, silly girl attentive to him, one who likes to cook and clean and
snuggle against him. He'll expect to be in charge, and he'll try to make
you cry just because he can. Just like men."
i nodded again. "He's got two kids from his ex wife. by the time i get
back i'll expect you to have met them and have them accept you as his
girlfreind, if not ... well, there's time for all that later. Right now
you need to make the best first impression you can. Be aggressive and
sexy and ... show him you love him. No, show him you want him."
"But Mistress ..." i said.
"DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME!" she yelled. "You swore to me -- it's not like
you've never served a man before."
"But that was at your direction, Mistress, in a scene."
"Your life is a scene now, sweetie. He's got to have a reason to stay."
She kissed me on the lips, for the first time. "You're his girlfriend.
Make him love you. Make him want more."
"Like this?" i asked, looking down at my ridiculous outfit.
"i guess you'll have to find a way to make a good impression anyway,
while staying out of sight," she said. before i could ask questions, the
doorbell rang.
"Okay, when he walks in, run -- no skip -- up to him and give him a big
kiss. Full on the lips, sweetie. You're in love."
Jeff walked in. He was taller than me, even in heels, and looked a few
years older. He had thick brown hair and looked as though he had worked
out, but not like he made a habit of it. while i had no frame of
reference, i guess he looked handsome, and then caught myself. He was
handsome, i told myself.
i skipped to him and said "hi baby" in my softest, girlish voice. Before
he could answer, my lips were on his, my mouth open. Do it right, i told
myself. just do it right. gradually he opened his mouth and bent back my
head, and his tongue slipped into my mouth as mine entered his. i heard
Mistress say "isn't that cute," before we broke apart. She took his hand
and led him to the dining room.
"Mary," she said (i guess she had decided on calling me Mary), "why
don't you fix the two of us a sandwich. I know Jeff must be hungry." I
nodded and hurried to the kitchen. I pulled out bread and spread
mayonnaise and lettuce and ham, trying to make the best sandwich I
could. I found chips in the pantry and spread them out on the plate and
sauntered out to the dining room, smiling as i placed them in front of
them.
"Aren't you eating?" Jeff asked.
"I've got something else in mind for MY lunch," i said as I dropped to
my knees and crawled under the table. I unzipped his pants and took out
his cock. Bigger than mine -- what wasn't, i thought -- and starting to
get hard. A good sign, i thought. I licked him up and down, sucked on
his balls, doing everything i could ever imagine wanting done to me. i
listened as they discussed me -- Jeff was not convinced yet -- and when
i finally took him in my mouth, i was committed to giving him enough
head to make him agree. I sucked hard, i sucked soft. i licked, i
inhaled. i coaxed his cock -- i did more than that. i made love to his
dick, just like a good girl would, and when he came, i felt satisfied
and relieved, and as i licked up all of him, i tried to remember what
had put him over so i could do it again, whenever he wanted, because
that is what good girlfriends do, and that is what i was going to be.
TWO
I guess I thought it was going to be that easy. Just slip into a role
and be done. Mistress had other plans.
"I want to compliment you. You did a good job of acting the other day,"
she said to me the next time we met. "You did a good job of playing the
role I laid out." When I started to blush, she stopped me. "But that's
not what I want from you. I want you to believe it. i want you to really
be the girlfreind I want you to be. It has to be in your soul, and
you're a long way from that."
"Mistress, I don't know how to ..."
"Of course you don't," she said. "That's why you need me." She had me
strip, and then tied my hands and legs to her spreader bars before
raising them above my head. "Now, tell me one thing good girlfriend have
in common."
"I don't know," I said.
"That's because you're not thinking right. All the best girlfriends are
cock crazy," she said. "Sooooo ..."
She turned off the lights and in front of my images started flashing on
a screen. Giant images of erect cocks, flashing on front of me. "Don'r
you dare close your eyes," she said after a moment. I want you looking
at them. Aren't they yummy?"
I said nothing, and immediately felt a shock on my right side. Mistress
had brought her TENS unit, something way outside our safe word
agreement. "I said, aren't they yummy?" When I said nothing again,
another shock.
Finally, I whispered, "yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes they are yummy?"
"What is yummy?
I stayed quiet too long, another shock. "Cocks are yummy, Mistress."
"Say that again."
"Cocks are yummy?"
"Louder. with a full voice."
"Cocks are yummy."
"Again." When my words were too soft, she told mer to put feeling into
it. "Make me believe you mean it, girl. Say it like you want me to know
how you feel."
"Cocks are yuuummmy," I said, likcing my lips, anything to avoid another
shock. We went on like this until my throat was sore, and before long i
realized i hadn't been shocked in quite a while, but I kept speaking.
"What do you love?" she asked, and when i paused, the shock again.
"Cock, Mistress."
Tell me."
"I love cock," I said, and then over and over again.
"Say it like you're talking to your best, sluttiest girlfriend,' She
instructed.
"I loooove cock," I said, over and over and over until my voice was
almost gone.
She paused. 'But that brings up an interesting question. What kind of
man loves cock?"
"A gay man," I whispered.
"maybe, but then there's this other part. Most gay men are strong,
confident. Manly. What kind of gay man would use a word like yummy?''
I didn't know what she wanted me to say, so she shocked me again. "I
know, a faggot uses a word like yummy. Are you a faggot?"
"Please Mistress," I whimpered, but the shock came again.
"Are you a faggot?"
I had been willing to perform. I had been willing to do what she told
me. But this seemed .... another shock. And another, and another and
another until.
"i am a faggot," i whispered.
"Say it louder.
"i am a faggot."
"What is cock?"
"Cock is yummy," I said, reflexively, without thinking.
"what do you love?"
At any time in my past, the answer would have been "you, Mistress." But
i said, "i love cock."
"And what are you?"
"i am a faggot."
"Again."
"i am a faggot. i am a faggot. i am a faggot.' i said over and over as
she released the bar, and i fell to the ground, curled up in a fetal
position, saying over and over "i am a faggot."
"yes you are," she said, bending down and stroking my hair. "Yes you
are."
THREE
If thought Mistress had gone through a series of proficient steps
before, I had no idea of how brilliant she actually was. She took the
basics she had already laid down and exploded them in ways that let me
know how much she had thought about it, and let me know how much effort
she was putting in. I suppose i should have been grateful but that would
be a hard thing to say.
She started having me call her hourly -- on the 13th minute of every
hour, even at night -- so I wouldn't be able to let up with any of my
conditioning. They were never long calls unless she wanted them to be. I
dialed, she answered and I said "I am a faggot. Cock is yummy," and then
she'd hang up, or ask me to repeat it, or have me explain a bit more,
when I'd have to improvise on either my faggotness or how much I loved
cock. After two weeks of near sleep depravation and repetition, I was
saying both phrases in my sleep.
She didn't stop there. "We've still got major hurdles to leap before
you're really ready," she said. "The first is ... well, you just don't
cum right. You're a girlfriend now, you cumming needs to be directly
related to you getting fucked. Or making love -- you ought to think of
it that way. You make love to Jeff, you don't fuck him. He may fuck you
-- he does fuck you. He may never see you as anything -- ever -- more
than a place for his cock to go when it's hard. but you make love to
him, every single time, you put your whole heart and your whole soul
into it, don't you. You want to make love to Jeff, don't you? Say it."
"I want to make love to Jeff." I said it robotically, and she gave me a
look that said. to do better, so I said it more affectionately, almost
sincerely, and she nodded her head and said better.
"But anyway, since you make love that way, you need to learn to cum that
way. Or, better, you need to learn that you only cum that way. You only
cum by getting fucked, oops, excuse me. You only cum by making love. Say
that."
"I only cum by making love."
"That's sort of easy, though. Not even that big a change, Let's try
this: you only cum when a cock is in your ass, and you are making love
to it." She smiled. "A little long, but I think it should work. Now you
write that -- cursive -- 500 times a day. 'i only cum when a cock is in
my ass and i am making love to it.' Not too hard." She gave me a pat on
the head. "But that leads to a problem, too, because in order for you to
feel the affection, you need the sexual connection, and since I'm not
really ready for Jeff to be a part of your training that way yet, what
should we do. Dildos are so impersonal, don't you think?" I nodded. "So
I have a new, neat idea. and this way you get to cum three times a day!!
yay you!!
"Now, i know you've got your cute little food thing, and I htink that is
just sooo sweet. So we're going to use it -- we're going to use it a
lot, actually. Whether it was your mommy or someone else, eating plays a
big role in everything about you. So lets make it play a role in
everything about you."
She went to the refrigerator, and came out with a package of what looked
like cooked bratwurst. She opened the package, took one out and walked
over to me. "Isn't that a yummy shape?" she said.
"yes Mistress, it is a yummy shape."
"When you see something that shape, what do you want to do with it?"
"I want to put it in my mouth," I said. I knew that was the right
answer.
"Oh, you are getting sooo gooood at this," she said. "But how can we
make it even better for you, so you not only get fed, but you get to
cum, too?" she gave a fake puzzled look and then a fake surprised smile.
"i know. It's a good shape for suckin, but I'll bet it's a good shape
for fucking -- i mean, making love to, too. Don't you agree?"
I took a deep breath and nodded. "So that solves two problems!! Yay!"
She handed it to me. "So every day until i say otherwise, for breakfast
lunch and dinner, you fuck -- oops, i mean you make love to one of these
sausages. While you're doing that, you repeat over and over "i am a
faggot and this is how i make love," and you can stroke your little
penis if you want to -- until you don't need to anymore -- and then when
you cum, you take you lover out of your ass -- you're using your body
like and oven!!! isn't that neat?! -- and you can use a bun if you
realllly want to, but slather as much of your cum on it as you want, and
then dig in!!! You'll start to get used to what will become your
favorite taste -- the mixture of cum and ass. If I can figure a way to
keep the sausage from going all the way up your ass, I might even have
you bring lunch to the park -- go to the bathroom, pull out your meat,
jack off and then eat your meal on a park bench where everyone can see.
Wouldn't THAT be naughty. But for now ..." and she looked at me
curiously. "well, aren't you hungry? Go ahead and fix your lunch."
I took the sausage from her and pulled down my pants. It wasn't rigid,
so i was nervous as i placed it to my ass, but it was naturally
slippery, so i gently pushed it inside me. It was cold.
"Remember, make love," she said to me, and so i started pushing my hips
back against my hand and then out again, saying my mantra to her as i
did. it did not take me long to cum on my hand, and with a sigh, i
removed the sausage from my ass. "You don't need a bun this time,
sweetie. Go ahead." i wiped the cum off my hand and onto the meat --
making sure to lick my fingers the way she'd told me to -- i took it in
my mouth and sucked first, then ate. She liked that touch, but honestly,
it felt natural, at least in that circumstance. When it was all gone,
she told me to smile and lick my lips. "The things about you is you
always want more," she said.
She went over to her pantry and brought out another box. She opened it -
- it was a dozen or so penis shaped lollipops, about six inches long
each. "I thought these would be good for you to snack on," she said.
"Not as sweet as a real cock, but nice practice for you. So you can have
these to keep in your mouth until it becomes the most natural feeling in
the world for you." She put her hand on my shoulder. "You know, the
rarest thing in the world is a girlfriend, wife or lover who really,
really loves giving blowjobs," she said. "Lots of girls pretend to --
lots of girls say they do -- but they don't mean it. But you are going
to love -- adore, crave, beg for -- every inch of cock you can get into
your pretty, pretty faggot mouth. I want your webcam turned on, and I
want to see you in front of your computer, or doing your housework, or
whatever, with a lollipop in, sucking a way just like the simple-minded
faggot you are." And with that, she sent me out the door for the day.
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