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Once a Secret Girl
by Charlee White
Flirting from the moment he came into our home, Eric complemented my
appearance, "You really looked hot last night in that skintight dress. I'm
not into that whole boy-to-girl thing, but you really know how to pull it
off."
Eric's playfully lecherous behavior belied his claim that he was not into
that whole boy-to-girl thing. The horny glint in his eyes gave the
impression that he would enthusiastically ravish me in the doorway if
given the opportunity.
Eric took me in his muscular arms and kissed me on the lips. Reaching
behind me with both hands, he playfully cupped my ass cheeks through the
thin cotton of my sun dress. When he robustly pulled my body into his, i
could feel the hardness of his aroused penis through his jeans.
i guess Eric treats that whole not being into that boy-to-girl thing as
more of a guideline than a rule.
"And you look really fine this afternoon, too," Eric said, continuing his
good-natured seduction.
i wore a brightly colored, backless sun dress with a halter-top that hung
from ribbon tied around my neck. Other than the dress, i wore nothing but
hoop earrings and pair of blue, open toe, strap stiletto sandals. i didn't
even have panties beneath the dress.
The sexy high heels didn't coordinate at all with the simple skirt, but I
was already wearing the shoes when i frantically grabbed the dress after
hearing Eric's car enter our driveway. Until just before Eric arrived,
Jake and i had enjoyed a delightfully active morning, and i wore the heels
the whole time. They don't call stilettos "fuck me heels" for no reason.
Before answering the door, i barely had enough time to slip into the
dress, touch up my makeup, and brush my short, blond hair into a cute
pixie-bob.
* * *
Eric can be a crude at times, but i take no offense.
Jake, i'm okay with Eric kissing me in an overly aggressive manner and
grabbing my ass now and then because i know that you're okay with the
small liberties he takes with me. i like him because you like him, and
it's good that you have a friend like Eric. The two of you have so much in
common, and i appreciate that you can be open with him in ways that you
can't be with anyone else.
Eric and his live-in lover, Justin, have a relationship that is similar to
ours in many ways - a relationship that many people would find shocking.
Both of you are strong Men who dominate submissive boys in their early
twenties. There are, of course, significant differences in the way that
the two of you express your dominance. Eric has absolutely no desire to
feminize Justin, and you ...
Well, let's just say that i've gotten really good at walking around in
high heels.
* * *
"Are you a girl all the time now?" Eric inquired.
"Mostly," i confessed. "At home, Jake keeps me in sexy things all the
time, and he's pushing me to wear girl clothes more often when we go out.
"i'm still really uncomfortable being a woman in public," i continued.
"But it's getting to the point where i don't have much of a choice. With
my hair styled and my nails polished, i actually create less of a stir
when i go full girl and complete the look with a dress and a cute pair of
shoes."
To emphasize my point, i repositioned a strand of hair from in front of my
eye to behind my ear with my shiny blue fingernails. i keep my nails
exactly the way Jake likes them, just long enough to be manicured into a
pleasing almond shape. And, of course, the gloss on my toes always matches
the polish on my fingers because Jake likes to see my tiny feet looking
seductively feminine even when i'm barefoot.
"As cute as you are. You're always gonna create a stir no matter what you
wear," more flirting from Eric.
"i have to admit that i was really nervous about going out to a club
dressed as a girl for the first time," I said.
"I noticed, but you held up well."
"All i could think about in the days leading up to last night was what i
would say if i ran into someone i knew."
"And of course you ran into pretty much everyone you know, didn't you?"
I smiled politely, "Of course."
* * *
It seemed like every guy that i know was there. They kept coming up to me
and telling me how brave I was to come out as trans. Some even boasted
that they always knew that deep down i wanted to be a girl. i didn't
bother to tell them that i wasn't the one who chose this lifestyle, and
that i have no deep-seated desire to live as a woman. They wouldn't have
believed me anyway. It's hard to convince people that you're not a
transsexual when you're sitting on a bar stool in a skintight, metallic
blue miniskirt with matching stiletto heels. The dangling sapphire and
platinum earrings that i wore wouldn't have helped my case either.
Jake, thank you for being patient with me. i understand that sitting in a
club with sultry, black shadow around my eyes and my lashes mascaraed long
should fill me with nothing more than the perfect joy of knowing that i
have pleased you. But it's hard to live that way when deep down i still
feel male.
i know that at times i frustrate you with my reluctance to embrace the
path of submission that you have chosen for me. Believe me when i say that
i am genuinely coming to terms with the idea that committing to you
without reservation means that my feelings no longer matter as long as i
am doing everything in my power to please you. i solemnly promise that
someday soon i will surrender the last vestige of my former masculinity
and blossom into the sissified faggot that you want me to be.
And i will get over my discomfort with being displayed in public, if for
no other reason than because i know that showing me off stimulates you
sexually.
And - at least most of the time - mine is the fortunate pussy that you
choose to fuck when your libido gets aroused.
* * *
I directed Eric into the living room where Jake already sat on the couch.
Eric claimed a comfortable chair across the room and exchanged greetings
with Jake.
After getting drinks and a snack for the men, i slipped out of my shoes
and snuggled next to Jake on the sofa with my knees bent beneath me and my
bare feet pressed against my small bottom.
"Why didn't you bring Justin to the club last night?" Jake asked Eric.
"He's having a hard time getting used to some jewelry I bought for him."
Eric emphasized the word jewelry in a way that implied that the adornment
wasn't anything like what most people would call jewelry. "I caught him
playing with himself without permission last week so I locked his dick up
in a chastity cage."
It's funny how Eric can sound cheerful and good-natured no matter what he
says.
"One of those metal things?" Jake asked nonchalantly, as if locking up
your lover's dick was something that couples did all the time.
"Not yet. Just plastic for now," Eric answered. "I want to do a little
more research before spending money on steel. I've been meaning to get his
dick pierced, and I figure I might as well do that and order a custom cage
at the same time. A piercing's really the only way make sure that he can't
slip out of the thing."
"He's a good boy. Deep down, we both know that he really loves that you've
taken control of his dick," Jake assured his friend. "Submissives live for
that kind of shit."
"I was going to lock him up anyway, but I figured that sooner or later I
would catch him in the act. The boy surprised me with how long he made it.
I revoked his clothes wearing privileges a while back. Tough for him to
keep his hands off his dick when it's just hanging out in front of him all
the time. He made it almost a month before he broke down and started
wanking.
"The punishment angle makes the whole forced chastity thing so much
hotter," Eric continued. "You won't believe how pathetic he looks with
that thing between his legs. As soon as I snapped the cage into place, I
just had to fuck him. Mind blowing orgasm, let me tell you. For me I mean,
Justin's done with that whole orgasm thing for a while.
"And the cage has also improved his attitude. Without his own dick to
distract him, he's really learned to focus his attention on the needs of
whoever is fucking him. Jake, you should come over some time and try out
my little chastity whore," Eric offered. "You won't be disappointed."
"I always enjoy being with Justin," Jake remarked enthusiastically. "I'll
definitely take you up on that."
"And maybe your boy can return the favor." Eric smiled in my direction
with a lascivious look in his eyes.
Jake politely deflected his friend's request, saying, "When she's ready.
Let's not rush things."
"Have you ever thought of locking up your horny, little slut?" Eric
inquired.
"I don't even know if they sell cages that small." Jake punctuated his
response by kissing me on the neck while lightly stroking my small, left
breast in a 'she's a good girl' kind of way. "She has one of the tiniest
clits you're ever going to see."
"Clit, is that what you're calling his penis now?" Eric said. "And I
suppose you call his asshole a pussy."
"Sure, we're using female terms to make things a little less confusing for
her," Jake explained. "And I don't see myself ever locking her in
chastity. I love her tiny, uncut clit, especially when it's rock-hard and
sticking out its majestic two inches."
Then, speaking to me, Jake added jokingly, "We shouldn't exaggerate,
should we, baby? Does your clit ever really get as big as two full
inches?"
i nodded in the negative.
I had never seen Jake in such a playful mood. He must have really enjoyed
our trip to the club the night before, and - i like to think - our
intimate time together afterward.
Jake placed his palm on my knee then slid his hand up under my dress. "I
bet she's hard right now." His hand zeroed right in on my clit, but he
pretended to fumble about. "I hope I can find it. It's so small... I know
it's down there somewhere... Nope. that's not it... Oh wait, here it is.
And yes, I was right. She's fully erect."
Jake gave my tiny, but definitely rock-hard clit a tender, almost
romantic, squeeze while kissing me passionately on the lips.
Referring to me, Eric commented, "Hard for me to get used to how much he's
changed since moving in with you. He was so athletic when he got out of
college. Now, all those muscles are gone, and he's so soft and feminine. I
never would have expected that one day I would actually see that feisty
little stud strutting around a bar in a minidress."
* * *
Jake, was there ever a time when you weren't manipulating me? i don't
think so.
Like a lot of other couples, our relationship was all sex when we first
started living together. i would wake you in morning by kissing your balls
and tonguing the underside of your penis until you became fully erect.
Then i would suck your enormous dick until your warm seed flowed into my
mouth. Every night i would end the day on my back with my legs in the air
while you moved inside me.
The intensity of your desire made me believe that you wanted me to be
nothing more than the boy that i already was. Maybe that's why i didn't
notice that you were already subtly working to change me.
Relationships usually cool down after a while. Ours never did. We kept
fucking like newlyweds because you were always open with me about the
things you expected from me, and i was always more than willing to submit
to whatever you wished.
One day you asked me to shave off my pubic hair - not really a big deal. i
didn't ask any questions. i did as i was told, and you showed your
appreciation in so many creatively carnal ways. After that, it wasn't a
big deal when you told me to expand the shaving to my ass and later to my
entire body.
Then, you started buying sexy underwear for me to wear around the house -
bikinis, thongs, and the like, nothing frilly or feminine, not then. i had
no problem letting you dress me. i liked the attention, and i loved being
your little muscle-boy in a skin-tight briefs.
i wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Sure, i
understood that things never really stay the same. i knew that you were
naturally dominant, and i figured that sooner or later you would demand
more from me. i understood that after a while, even my firm ass and six-
pack abs wouldn't be enough to hold your attention. i expected that we
would eventually settle into a Master/slave type bondage arrangement like
Eric and Justin have, and the idea excited me, but that wasn't what you
wanted.
You always chose men's clothing for me to wear around the house.
Until one day when you didn't.
You arrived home late one night after being away on business for a week.
Missing you, horny as hell, and naked, i rushed to greet you the moment
you came through the door. Our lips met, and i could tell from the sensual
way that your tongue explored the inside of my mouth that we both had the
same thing in mind.
i motioned toward the bedroom, but you told me to wait. You reached into
your bag and pulled out a tiny package wrapped in pink paper and tied with
a white, lace ribbon. The idea that you would come home with a gift didn't
surprise me. You frequently returned from traveling with something sexy
for me to wear. This was the first time, however, that you actually
bothered to have the package wrapped, and your choice of wrapping struck
me as unusually prissy.
i took the gift, untied the ribbon, and tore open the paper.
The box contained pink lace panties.
"Seriously?" i asked confused and more than a little insulted. "You want
me to wear these?"
"Yes," you replied with just a hint of impatience in your voice.
"i'm really uncomfortable doing this." i protested. "Do you want me to be
some kind of tranny?"
"Do this for me, baby." Your voice was not at all threatening, but i
understood that i didn't have a choice in this matter.
Putting on women's clothing was a big deal to me. Being small, and growing
up gay, i encountered a lot of people who thought i wanted to be a girl,
and i hated when they treated me that way. One of the reasons that i
worked so hard to bulk up was to make sure that no one ever saw me as
anything other than completely masculine.
In a quiet voice, i offered one final objection, "i find this
humiliating."
You casually ignored my protest by saying, "Isn't that part of the fun?"
Irritated, but always obedient, i slipped into the frilly, pink underwear.
"Turn around. Let me look at you," you instructed, and I did what you told
me to do.
You complimented me, saying that i looked pretty, a word that only
embarrassed me more.
You took me in your strong arms. While we shared a sensual kiss, you
slipped your fingers inside the elastic waistband of the lingerie and
fondled my tiny penis.
"You tell me that you don't like the panties," you whispered. "but your
body screams out something totally different. You've had a rock-hard
erection since the moment you opened the gift."
"i've had a rock hard erection since I saw your car coming down the
street," i countered.
* * *
Eric, being Eric, asked the question that everyone wants answered but no
one is blunt enough to ask. "Are you planning to, you know, get her
modified down there?" Without waiting for an answer, Eric switched his
attention to me, "Would you like to see a pretty, pink pussy down there?"
Jake answered for the two of us. "We've talked about gender reassignment,
and we don't see that as a direction that we want to go in. Right, baby?"
i nodded yes.
Jake paused to kiss me on the cheek before continuing, "Anyway, she's
already perfect. I like her penis - if you want to call it that - so cute
with its tiny foreskin. Her clit really doesn't look at all masculine."
"I'm crazy about her just the way she is. If I wanted a woman, I'd get a
woman." Then, to emphasize his next point, he fondled my private parts
lovingly through the thin fabric of my dress. "Her dainty, little clit is
absolutely irresistible just the way it is."
* * *
Wearing panties for the first time, i pleasured you in the entryway to our
home.
Jake, i had never seen you undress so quickly. You kicked out of your
shoes and pulled off your socks. Then you dropped and hastily stepped out
of both your pants and your underwear in one smooth motion. In a flash,
your shirt went up, over your head, and onto the floor.
Tall and handsome with your distinctly cut muscles, you moved toward me,
your lust so intense that your fully-erect cock didn't even bounce when
you stepped.
I knelt down in front of you.
i began by toying with your cock and balls in a way that you usually
enjoy, but you wanted none of that. You were already too excited to
appreciate foreplay. Turning me into a bitch had inflamed your passion in
a way that my tongue never had.
You attacked my mouth with your dick, grabbing the back of my head and
jamming the entire length of your penis down my throat in one powerful
stab. i barely had time to open my lips to accommodate the invasion of
your enormous rod. Then you started jerking your hips back and forth
wildly. With each forward thrust, you hammered the full length of your
dick deep into my throat, and with each backward movement, you withdrew
the head of of your penis all the way back into my mouth. You skull-fucked
my face as ferociously as you had ever defiled my asshole.
Under your patient guidance, i had trained myself to deep throat your
long, thick shaft, but only when i controlled the movement and swallowed
your cock in a slow and measured manner. Unaccustomed to being savagely
throat-raped, i gagged, and my discomfort turned to panic when i realized
that lust had completely consumed you, and you wouldn't - maybe couldn't -
stop jamming your cock into my mouth until you climaxed. The thought that
i had become nothing more to you than a tight, warm hole to fuck terrified
me.
Fortunately for me, you were uncharacteristically quick and moments later,
your sperm surged into my mouth. You released your grip on my head, and i
instinctively pulled away. With my throat full of your hot seed, i
struggled to breathe.
Only then did you realize what you had just done, that you had literally
choked me with your dick.
"Baby, I'm so sorry," you apologized. "Things got away from me for a
moment. Forgive me." You knelt down on the floor next to me and lovingly
wrapped your strong arms around my shaking body. You kissed my cheek.
A few minutes later, when i could speak again, i assured you that i would
be okay.
For the first time ever, i told you that i loved you.
"I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to scare you." you said. Then you
kissed me tenderly.
* * *
Speaking to his friend, Jake casually laid out the intimate details of his
plans for me. "We go back and forth on tits. Maybe some small implants
someday."
"Awww," Eric feigned disappointment. "Why not go bigger? She'd look great
with a massive set of fun-bags."
"As petite as she is?" Jake countered. "She couldn't carry around all that
weight. She'd be falling over all the time."
The two men laughed energetically at my expense.
"We've definitely decided to get a little work done on her nipples,
though." Jake said. "We plan to have her areolae - you know the red rings
- enlarged, nothing too big, maybe two inches across. We'd also like to
see the nipple itself stick out more prominently. Nice, erect pencil
erasers would be really sexy."
"Not to get all judgy, here," Eric interjected. "But I'm calling bullshit
on this whole 'we've decided' thing. Jake, be honest and admit you make
all the decisions, and she just does what she's told to do."
"I never ask her to do anything she's not ready to do." Jake said. Then to
me he added, "We both want this. Don't we baby?"
Smiling, i nodded my agreement.
"Is it any different with you and Justin?" Jake asked his friend.
"I treat Justin like a prince," Eric countered.
Incredulous, Jake said, "Dude, you whore him out to your friends."
"Only my really close friends." For a moment, Eric gave the impression
that he was honestly insulted. Then he disabused us of that notion by
adding, "I don't think that occasional three-ways with guys I pick up in a
bars count."
* * *
Learning that my lover gets savagely aroused by seeing me dressed as a
girl was too much for me to process quickly, so i retreated into the role
that i find the most familiar. i became docile and compliant. I guess
that's how I ended up wearing sheer, black, lace-top, thigh-high stockings
and a matching garter belt to bed on the night you first dressed me as a
girl. The pink panties weren't the only gift that you brought home from
your business trip.
With your lustful urgency soothed - if only slightly - after your first
powerful orgasm, you took your time and made romantic love to me. Never
before had you been so gentle and caring.
Jake, i know that you occasionally have sex with women, and i guess that
you used the techniques that work for you when you are with a girl, or
maybe you just used foreplay that you assumed would arouse a boy dressed
as a girl. Either way i loved every moment.
Your slow, sensual love-making may have been just a ploy to manipulate me
into becoming comfortable with being dressed in lingerie, or you could
have just been in the mood for something a little less one-sided than our
usual bedroom activities. i don't know why you did what you did, but after
the rough throat fucking earlier in the evening, being tenderly seduced
was exactly what i craved.
For several minutes, you kissed me, your lips pressed to mine, your tongue
sensually exploring the inside of my mouth. Then, you teased my breasts
with the tip of your tongue and even playfully nibbled my nipples.
Ever so slowly, you slid your lips down to my stomach, but instead of
proceeding on to my visibly aroused genitals, you teased me by skipping to
my upper leg. You tenderly kissed the inside of my thigh just above the
frilly lace band at the top of my nylons where the stockings connected to
the straps of the garter belt. Then you lovingly traced a line back up
over my ballsack and along the sensitive underside of my tiny shaft. i
still savor memory of the ecstasy of that erotic caress.
You drove me to a sublime level of carnal joy by actually wrapping your
lips around the tip of my penis, something you had never before done. You
didn't take me in your mouth the way that a bottom like me would suck a
cock. Instead, you treated my tiny manhood as if it were the aroused nub
of a clitoris and focused almost exclusively on the very tip of my dick
with your tongue only occasionally wandering to the the most tender spot
just below my glans on the underside of my shaft.
Your cunnilingus didn't last long, but i savored every instant.
Above me with your hips still between my legs, you kissed your way back up
my stomach, over my chest, and on to my neck before once again joining
your lips to mine. When I felt your engorged, rock-hard rod penis press
into my tiny but equally excited dick, an almost electric shock of desire
surged through my body.
"It was so nice to feel you pleasuring me down there," i said, trying to
sound sexy. "i love that did that for me. i know that you're not really
comfortable doing it."
"I just don't want you to cum in my mouth, baby." A joke but you meant it.
"i would never do that to you," i vowed.
"I've told dozens of guys the same thing," you said in a cheerful voice.
"But I've never been able to keep that promise."
We both laughed.
* * *
"Going to the club dressed as a girl was a big step for her," Jake told
Eric. "I appreciate that she was a little uncomfortable with the
experience, but the next time will be easier for her, and after a while
being displayed in public wearing a dress and high-heels will be
completely natural. Right, baby?"
Obediently, I voiced my agreement.
* * *
Jake, until the first night you dressed me as a woman and fucked me, i
didn't understand what it really meant to submit unconditionally to a Man.
Yes, i had made promises to you. i had freely agreed to accept my position
as your sexual slave. But until you feminized me, my vows were just empty
words.
That night tested my devotion to you. Did i truly understand that being a
slave is about doing what you want me to do, not about doing what i want
to do? Would I submit to emasculation as a symbol of my devotion to you?
Would i allow myself to be changed for your amusement?
That night, i answered yes to every one of those questions, not in words,
but by becoming the pussyboy that you so fervently desired. Unable to
resist the allure of your dominant masculinity, i surrendered to my
instinctive need to breed with a strong alpha male, and in doing so began
the process of giving up my masculinity.
As you have done so many times since, you rewarded my unquestioning
obedience by giving me a sexual climax of unimaginable bliss. Jake, i do
not say this often enough, but thank you for allowing me to experience
those moments of perfect relief. Moments that provide succor from the
otherwise constant humiliation of the lifestyle that i endure to please
you.
When you move inside me, I understand and accept that it is your right to
do whatever you want with me. i appreciate that emasculating me serves
your desire to make me vulnerable and completely dependent on your
strength. In those moments of carnal union, i fully grasp that being
feminized speaks to my instinctive need to submit without reservation to
the male who breeds me. For me, the erotic humiliation of surrendering my
masculinity serves as a form of continuous foreplay, one that satisfies my
need to suffer any indignity to assuage my need to be used for the erotic
amusement of the powerful Man who fucks me.
* * *
"We're two lucky guys," Eric confided in his friend. "We've each found
ourselves a great boy. Justin's a pleasantly obedient cocksucker, and
you've got the pussy slut you always dreamed of owning."
Then to me, Eric added, "Jake probably never told you this, but the day
after he met you - when you were still all lean muscle in tight jeans and
a t-shirt - he swore that he would have you wearing dresses within a year.
I told him he was crazy, but damned if he didn't pull it off."
* * *
With the weight of your much larger and more muscular frame holding me
captive beneath you, i found myself in bed dressed as a girl for the first
time. i still wore the black stockings and lace garter belt, an outfit
that feminized me while still affording easy access to the parts of my
body that you find most interesting. i welcomed your erotic overtures by
whorishly wrapping my legs around the sides of your powerful hips.
With your strong hands, you grasped my calves through the thin film of
black nylon that encased my legs and coaxed my ankles onto your shoulders.
In doing so, you gently raised my bottom from the mattress and moved my
tight pussy directly into line with your aroused cock.
Held in place in the air along the sides of your head, my tiny feet looked
undeniably feminine in the stockings. i wondered if the next time i found
myself lying in this position i would look up to see polished toenails
through the shear fabric. The idea both upset and stimulated me at the
same time.
But, i told myself. You've always gotten off on controlling me. i can't
count the number of times that you climaxed inside me while calling me a
whore or a faggot or a pussy - and hearing you demean always excited me
sexually and, yes, even strengthened my devotion to you.
In an effort to rationalize my decision to endure the humiliation of
allowing myself to be feminized, if only for sex, i reminded myself that
lovers share secrets. Jake, if dressing me in lingerie excites you, that
can be our secret.
"Are you ready to become my bitch?" you asked seductively.
"Fuck me with that big dick," I whispered breathlessly. "Fuck me like you
fuck a girl."
A moment later, you forced your enormous shaft deep into my body with a
single powerful stroke.
You pounded me ferociously that night, like a Man does just before
climaxing, but somehow you managed to maintain your savage intensity for
what seemed like a joyous eternity... and i delighted in every moment.
I rarely cum without permission, but i couldn't help myself that night.
Your lovemaking was so sublimely dominant and masculine i couldn't control
myself.
Just before my juices flowed into tiny space between our hot bodies, i
told myself that everything would be okay. No one has to know. i can be
Jake's secret girl.
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