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Becoming Daddy's Boy-Girl
Feeling sexy and looking pretty is what I have so come to love and is my
basic and number one goal as a transvestite. I spend many a weekend night
enjoying my life as a hot looking elegantly transformed - feminine gal
while visiting the local transsexual bar in my home town of Boston. Short
skirts, high heels, and stunning make-up turn me into what I think can be
a rather attractive feline looking bar fly. I frequent the transgender
friendly clubs and must admit that I am approached more often than not by
admiring men. I now accept that I truly enjoy the flattery of it all.
All of my practice with dressing and make up as a teen seemed to have
paid dividends in terms of giving myself a believably feminine
appearance. Many a guy has told me I am the bar's prettiest "girl", but a
boy who transforms himself into a gal just has to love hearing those
words regardless of the truthfulness. "Girls" often love to be sweet
talked and treated like they are special! I am no exception because when
I am dressed as Cari I feel like I am really a woman.
When I first "came out" to clubs I denied feelings that as a woman I
could find attraction in men. I was confused and rejected male advances
for several months. Now I have accepted that I can be a woman in both an
emotional and spiritual sense - which can lead to many an unusual
circumstance! I love being blonde and fair skinned. I have a lithe,
smooth shaven body and at 5'5" tall and a well exercised 128 pounds, I
look believably feminine and good in most any type of dress.
In the light of full disclosure I honestly started dressing even before I
was a teen. I always liked feminine things and amassed quite a collection
of things ranging from make-up to high heels and from wigs to dresses. By
age 16 I had ventured out in public dressed fully as a girl. After a year
of going to clubs by but age 18 I'd learned that there was more to my
feminine needs than just dressing up "real pretty". My own first
apartment for college gave me the complete weekend freedom I always
sought to experiment and learn about myself.
I met a sweet and attractive man a few months ago at a Boston club who
caused me to really start thinking about my personal fantasies as a
crossdresser. "Roger" had taken me as his "female lover" and I was
overwhelmed with the entire experience. He also exposed me to some kinky
little things in his bedroom. When Roger gave me my first "naughty girl"
spanking to my nude bottom while over his knee - rather than discomfort -
it caused me incredible excitement and a sense of the truest levels of
mystical like erotic and feline surrender.
I now know that I am all submissive in the role of "girl". The emotions I
experienced when yielding to him so completely were mind blowing. Roger
also often bought bedroom outfits for me for the short while we were
together. He even took me on a trip as his girlfriend. He struck a chord
of curiosity in me and also exposed a personal lustfulness I never before
had admitted to myself.
The sensuality Roger exposed me to, created a thirst to learn more about
myself and whether or not "surrender" was real or just some wildly novel,
odd phenomenon. I didn't think that that submissiveness was anything more
than a temporary feeling or experience. I was also amazed and
appreciative now at how men seemed to find "me" and how much I had grown
as a woman from my discussions and now sensual interactions with "them."
I suppose when a girl like me who knows how to "dress to attract" shows
up at the bar on Friday Night in a teensy, black lace mini dress, black
silk hosiery, and five inch black platform high heels, my intent had
perhaps more than subliminal tones! How many guys wouldn't like seeing a
petite sexy blonde in an outfit like that?
Now that I had finally realized and accepted that I actually liked
expressing myself sexually as a "female" it seemed like I was attracting
men like never before. My confidence and sensuality was at a personal
high and what I was wearing brought many a guy to my barstool to buy me a
drink! Near closing, an older and quite handsome man approached me and
you might say just recognized the need and want in me. He read me like a
book and he ?just knew? that I was harboring secret desires and needs
that he could do something about!
I was comfortable with him the second we spoke and I enthusiastically
took him up on his offer to take me for Chinese food in Chinatown. Even
while holding hands on the way to his car ? everything just seemed so
right. The food was good but the conversation was so much better. He
quizzed me about my ?likes? and I was blatantly and perhaps foolishly
honest. He was too and when he explained that he was dominant by nature
but also ?kind? as well, I was somehow already melting into his ways.
He loved that I liked fantasy outfits and was willing to explore much
more. I was drawn to him and already willing to surrender to him and
mercifully was invited to his home. I was more than tipsy and I told
?Daddy? that I was willing to become ?his? provided he always check in
with me about our activities. What he had been explaining to me was all
about the world of ?submission? and what he believed the training of a
submissive ?girl? should entail.
Daddy?s descriptions were detailed and incredulously hot. The other girls
in the club had told me about this world and for the first time - I was
reacting by being turned on beyond belief. It?s a wonder I was able to
simply accept his gentlemanly kiss good night! A little fearful, I
demurred for this evening but asked if he was available the following
night. Our ?date? would begin with drinks at his house ? but somehow I
knew we would not be going far! He told me to simply call him Daddy and
for some reason it truly struck a chord!
The next day I had erotic dreams and his words still echoed in my mind.
He had me in such a state! The more I considered his proposal the more I
found that what he said somehow all made sense. As I dressed for this
crazy meet at his house, I knew already that I?d crossed a huge line in
my personal exploration of myself. He had even explained each of the
leather implements that would be used for training me and I could
envision every one being used in my training to him.
We also agreed I would show up dressed fem for him at his suburban home
with a sexy surprise outfit ?under my coat?. Friday afternoon I got
dressed for him and I probably put on every bedroom outfit I owned and
checked myself in the mirror before choosing a sexy pink colored boned
corset that just covered my breasts and narrowed my waist into
spectacular wasp like proportion. I WAS a girl in the mirror and in my
heart I WAS ALL GIRL and was more than ready to ?prove? that to my new
?Daddy?!
By the time I left my apartment I was literally quivering in a
combination of fear, eroticism and excitement. I was dressing for a man
for submissive sex and I wondered if I had lost my mind. The crazy thing
was I knew that Daddy knew it was precisely what I wanted and perhaps
needed. I now believed in my feline heart that Daddy was absolutely right
about my repressed desires and I couldn?t wait to experience what Daddy
had ?prepared? for me in my ?Training to be his?.
I arrived in my car at his house in such heated excitement that I felt
like I had gone crazy. For a moment as I parked the car I took a deep
breath, wondering if I had lost my mind. My mink coat was open exposing
my corset and minimalistic panties. The only other thing I was wearing
besides my French perfume was a pair of ridiculously high six inch black
leather platform high heels. These sensual fetish shoes did have true
purpose!
I walked up to the front door in my sexy mink and platform heels
confidently swaying like a runway model. I felt a freedom like I had
never felt as a transvestite and my inner female was aglow. I was smiling
and unbothered by the fact that it was still daylight and that I could be
easily and clearly seen by any neighbors who might be looking out their
windows or driving by on the street. His home was large and elegant,
reflecting the man I believed I was about to meet for but only the second
time. Amazingly he had already convinced me of both his sincerity and
honesty. I had never trusted a man so easily in my young life.
I rung the door bell and he opened the door with as huge smile, perhaps
due to the fact that I had fully opened my mink for him on his front door
step and in broad daylight. He took my hand and led me into his home.
Daddy slid the mink to the floor and hugged me giving me one of the most
unforgettable kisses I?ve ever experienced in my life. ?Welcome my hot
little darling!? Daddy beamed almost proudly. I see you have come all
dressed up for your Daddy as you promised! You seem to be such a good
girl. Daddy is already pleased with his girl!? I blushed, so pleased by
his complimentary words.
Daddy led me into his living room. There was a solitary chair on the
hardwood floor in the corner of the well-furnished room that he led me
to. On the floor around the chair were about a dozen leather and steel
implements that Daddy began to show me. He patiently explained what each
was for and asked if I was prepared to learn more about them. I smiled,
thrilled, afraid and so aroused by these ?things?. ?Yes Daddy? I said
simply but with a hint of enthusiasm.
There were many items on the floor and I was asked to sit in the chair
but first Daddy wanted a photograph. I love modeling and was thrilled as
I posed and smiled, surrounded by an assortment of bondage, discipline
and leather items. A paddle, a leather strap, leather and steel leg and
wrist restraints were what first awaited use by Daddy on ?his girl?. Even
more representative was the collar and leash with the words ?Daddy?s
Girl? written in fittingly pink and purple rhinestones! Though I smile in
the photo, I was shivering in fear and strange anticipation ? as my hard
cock strains between my legs!
Daddy took a second picture of me now locked into in my collar. Now he
handcuffed my wrists behind my back. Asking me if I was comfortable
having him do so. I suppose I was so enthused and excited that there
would be many. Many ?Yes Daddy? replies coming from my mouth. Daddy put
me over his knees in the chair as I got the first bound spanking of my
life. I was asked to thank Daddy for each firm spank and I was of course
a very good girl for Daddy.
The things that the girls always told me about ? B&D and S&M ? always
seemed like the most far-fetched of fetishes and sexual pursuits. Now I
was a most ?willing captive? and the helpless detainee of a man who
wanted to train me to be ?his!? I felt half-crazy and yet half crazed to
see and learn more about ?pleasing Daddy!? His gentle kiss to my very red
bottom and his reassurances ? already convinced me that he wouldn?t do
anything to me I didn?t like or approve of. I was stunned at how hard my
maleness was during my spankings. I was just beginning to learn how much
I was pleased to be his.
He asked me what I thought might please Daddy. I had many ideas in mind
but the thought of sucking Daddy?s cock with my hands tied behind my back
had been an ?idea? that he had run by me back in the bar the week before
in the bar in my inebriated state. I had blushed yet agreed that I might
enjoy that. I was more than game and I suggested that I would like to
please Daddy on my knees ?for him?.
Daddy was certainly pleased and had me go to my knees for him on the
hardwood floor. To say I was feeling a bit vulnerable was understatement
but this seemed to be precisely what I was ?signing up for? with Daddy.
As outlandish as this may have seemed to some people, I couldn?t wait to
experience what would be the helplessness and joy of sucking on ?my
Daddy?s? cock while restrained!
Daddy lost his clothes and I was first thrilled by his muscular and trim
body but I was far more stunned by the size of his maleness which at
first made little sense to me. I thought he was joking when he said he
was about ten inches ?down there? when we were at the restaurant. Now I
realized he wasn?t kidding at all! I?ve never even seen a cock so big in
a locker room or even in a porn movie. As crazy as it seemed, I was
curious beyond belief. I wondered if I could even get it into my mouth.
Daddy waved it in front of my face and I couldn?t resist. It was already
hard and swollen. I was a moth and his cock was a flame. His cock head
was huge and mushroom shaped and I opened my mouth wide. I was eager able
to envelop it and soon Daddy took hold of my head. With my wrists tightly
handcuffed behind my back he was in total control of his girl.
By the time his huge member was banging into the back of my mouth and
throat I realized how huge he really was. I had learned to deep throat my
first boy-friend who was pretty huge himself. Daddy was at least two
inches longer, thicker and Daddy had a cock head that was ridiculously
oversized. I struggled as Daddy fucked my mouth as I choked and at times
struggled to breathe. I for some reason I felt no feelings of panic or
reason to resist. I hoped I could relax myself enough to get him to slide
down into my throat but his cockhead was just so huge!
When I first dressed I didn?t even think I liked men. Now I was in the
most vulnerable and helpless state of my life and somehow realized that
my own cock was hurting from being so hard while being strangled in my
own panties and between my legs. I spread my legs a bit and up it popped
escaping the teensy panties and pulsing in heated desire. I loved my
?state? of being and my circumstance. My hard pulsing cock proved that
this was my purpose. Pleasing Daddy was my function and joy!
I had dressed ?up? pretty for my Daddy. I was willingly spanked by my
Daddy. I was being Daddy?s willing cock sucker and I was emotionally and
spiritually thrilled and even exhilarated by my helpless position as his
sexual servant. Daddy thoughtfully checked in with me as I nodded that I
was fine with his cock still in my mouth. I looked up at his eyes and
loved hearing his groans and pleasure sounds as Daddy continued to use my
fully violated mouth and throat for his pleasure. In spite of being
helplessly bound and used so completely, I never felt freer!
As crazy as all this was I was doing everything in my power to allow his
cock into the full depth of my throat and thrusting my head and neck
forward in the hope of having my mouth reach his balls and pelvis. Daddy
seemed to sense this and let me do some of the work. Soon my goal was but
a fraction of an inch from complete success.
Daddy pause and pulled his cock from my throat. At first I was confused
and found myself lunging towards it. ?I almost blew my load my darling
and there is so much more for you to experience tonight? Daddy said while
assuring me. It?s time for Daddy to take ownership of that sexy ass of
yours. I?m renaming you Cissy. It is just the right name for a girl so
pretty and so talented! Time to learn much more my Cissy darling!?
Daddy?s words seemed perfect.
Soon Daddy fucked me in chains against the wall and in every position
imaginable. ?Now are you ready to be bred?? He asked. The idea seemed so
right to me! I never took risks but I was under his spell. As soon as I
said ?Yes Daddy? being the good girl I would always be for him ? he
removed his condom and bent me back on his bed. Still in my ?Daddy?s
Girl? collar, my tight waist fitted bustier and without my panties, Daddy
quickly mounted his girl.
There was nothing more amazing than feeling his unsheathed cock inside
me. There was nothing more incredulous and electrifying when locked in a
deep tongue searching kiss he exploded inside me! As I felt each of his
inspiring hot spurts in places so deep inside me I began to cry out in
joy. Stars exploded first deep inside my anus and spread to my head,
brain and entire body. I shook and quivered in the most powerful and mind
blowing ecstasy my body and soul had ever experienced.
Not only was I his ?woman?, I was his for the purpose of breeding,
pleasing and serving him. This weekend I would become his house maid, his
property and his exclusively. I would be bred countless times. I would
suck his cock for hours on my knees with or without cuffs, always with my
hands dutifully behind my back. Daddy would be pleased with his sexy
little slut and property and I would realize that I was soon rapidly and
actually falling for him in ways that were far beyond just personal and
emotional.
I would attend my college classes during the week, but on weekends I was
one hundred percent ?his?. I would begin on Friday by drinking only
liquids, keeping my bum free and clean for him. I?d shave my entire body
fully for him on Friday afternoon. We were growing as a Dominant-
Submissive couple and Daddy had the skill, good looks and talents to
please his girl as much as I pleased him. It was he who said it first -
but I had been thinking the same for weeks. When Daddy said ?I love you
Cissy? ? I wasted no time in telling him how much I felt the same.
Daddy has taught me all about the relationship between Dom and Sub, the
worlds of discipline, pain, submission and more. I am often restrained
and disciplined by Daddy in what I?ll call creative ways and in
incredulous scenes in which I am both helpless and brought to the edges
of pain and pleasure experiences. I trust in my Daddy so implicitly that
I can be helplessly blindfolded, bound and even whipped or caned without
fear that I won?t be hurt or injured. The mental side of a Dom-Sub
relationship is powerful and incredibly magical in both the erotic and
emotion senses.
I love that I sometimes am asked to wear temporary disciplining marks on
my bottom that don?t disappear until mid-week ? a delicious reminder
during the week that I actually enjoy! Now when Daddy breeds me he does
so in honoring me with the missionary position ? so as to ?impregnate his
girl? most effectively. Though I am passionately fucked in dozens of
positions and situations, he saves his breeding fluids for the romance
and meaning of when we are face to face and mouth to mouth.
Nothing is more meaningful or sensually arousing than being fucked with
the purpose of procreation even though it is not a physical reality for a
male woman. I wear a silver ring on my right ring finger identifying me
as ?Daddy?s Girl? twenty four ? seven. I now also have my nipples pierced
with two small rings that say ?his?! I revel in the joy and splendor of
being his, and of pleasing him in any way possible. I might be a boy
turned girl, but I am one hundred percent devoted to Daddy as his female
lover.
Daddy says no woman ever loved him better. He says I am far more able to
both take his full ten inches in both of my openings more effectively and
successfully that any real woman ever could. He is twice my age and
almost twice my size ? but he is so perfect for me. I am in lust and love
and enjoy every day and weekend that I am able to spend with him as his
girl Cissy.
Though we both know that deep down relationships like ours often have
eventual expiration dates, I still take time to thank Daddy for each and
every moment I get to serve and please him ? because it pleases me so
very, very much! I am after all, a very, very good girl. I know that I am
because my Daddy says so!
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