Prelude To New Series: The Making Of A Nympho free porn video
My series, ""It Started with Tattooed Eyeliner," tells the story of a
horny and kinky guy named Jerry, who has his eyes tattooed with dramatic
black eyeliner while his wife is out of town. Having put him through some
of the most outrageous punishment humiliations I've ever written (which
is saying something in my case), she has now cut a deal with his employer
to ship him overseas for a sex change and controversial behavior therapy,
which will be described in the upcoming series, "The Making of a Nympho."
I suggest reading the "Tattooed Eyeliner" series first, if you can handle
it. (Not everybody can. But what's the point in writing porn in
moderation?)
Tuesday morning came, and I was dressed in male clothing as Erin and I
reported to the the office for a meeting with Helen, the marketing
director, my assistant Shelly, and Lawrence, the company's outside
counsel. Lawrence took the lead:
"As I understand it, we have several pieces of business to attend to, and
they must be done in precisely the correct order. The documents are
prepared, so we'll be needing some signatures, starting with the
incorporation of Jeri Services LLC, a company owned solely by Erin,
engaging in the business of providing specialized personnel to other
companies on a contract basis. Please sign here," he said. Erin did so,
and the attorney notarized the document.
"Next, I have a notice of dismissal from Teabury Services Inc., for Jeri.
Sorry about that Jeri, but I understand you're going to land on your
feet. No need for a signature on that one. But you will need to sign this
10-year agreement as an employee of Jeri Services LLC. For tax reasons,
we're placing all the household assets, including your 401(k), vehicles
and bank accounts, under the company umbrella. I was getting disoriented
and simply signed where I was told.
"And finally," the attorney said, "we have the agreement between Teabury
and Jeri Services. I believe everyone is familiar with the terms, but to
summarize, Teabury agrees to extend benefits including certain medical
services to Jeri, in exchange for unlimited rights to Jeri's image, name,
and services, under terms that are outlined in the agreement. I'll assume
you're all familiar with this, so if Erin and Helen will simply sign
this, we're all done." They did so, and Helen turned to me.
"You will now be taken to Transitions Medical and Behavioral Institute in
Thailand. Don't worry ... it's an all-American staff operating offshore
for tax reasons, and you'll receive the best of care."
As she was talking, Shelly opened the door and two men in scrubs entered
the room. One gave me an injection that sent a rush of euphoria over me,
and I found that while I remained conscious, I could not move or speak.
"I'm afraid Jeri has passed out. We should take her out on a stretcher,"
she said. I lay helplessly as the attendants strapped me onto a gurney
and wheeled me out. I saw Erin looking with no expression as she asked
Helen.
"And what was the final rate we agreed on for you to pay me for Jeri's
services?"
"$500,000 per year," said Helen.
"Thank you. Now may I have a moment alone with Jeri?"
"Certainly," she said, and they left.
Helen leaned over into my face and said, "Half a mill a year, and you
don't get a fucking penny of it. You just put everything you own into the
company over when I have total control, and now they're going to give you
a body to match the whorish eyeliner you had tattooed on just for a big
masturbatory fantasy. I hope you enjoyed it, because your balls are going
to be cut off. But no worries, I'm sure that once you have your new
pussy, there will be plenty of big dicks looking to fill it. While you're
gone, I'll be keeping some of those entertained on my own pussy. Bye
now."
She spit in my face, and the crew returned to wheel me out.
The ambulance took me to a private airport hangar, where I was loaded
onto a chartered medical transport. A female nurse started an IV in my
arm and injected something into it.
"Congratulations, Jeri. Your first big dose of hormones. And don't worry,
we'll keep you loaded up with Xanax so you won't get scared. But believe
me, you're in excellent hands. Now I'll be putting a catheter in you,
because we can't have you trying to walk for a while."
Still unable to speak, I noted that I had been changed into a hospital
gown, which she lifted to expose my privates. To her surprise, I had an
erection.
"Oh goodness, I guess you're not so scared after all. I'd heard you were
prone to stiffies. Well, no matter. It'll be gone soon enough."
She sterilized the area and carefully inserted the catheter.
"Want to know a secret? I had permission to give you a blow job if you
had that erection, just so you'd have one more before it all went away.
But I'm afraid I forgot, and by the time the catheter comes out, your
little balls will be gone. So when was the last time you came? Hmm? I do
hope it was a good one. Maybe the memories will carry you through." She
laughed and turned away.
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