Date: Thu, 3 Oct 2013 09:00:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: Victoria VanDersuk <victoriavandersuck@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beast/Mr. Harris

Mr. Harris


Gosh, I was turned on!  I had been chatting with this guy online for a few
months and to be honest, he really got into my head, forcing me to examine
my needs and desires.  I'm a young man by day, but at night I would pull
out a bag of female undies and things from under my bed, put them on, and
go online. I was helped by the encouragement of this man named Mr. Harris
who wanted me to call him Daddy.  I don't know why he wouldn't tell me his
first name, he said I was to refer to him as Mr. Harris, Daddy, or Sir
would do, and I went along with it.

Daddy asked for a pic right away, and he liked what he saw....a tall, sexy,
young man with a sense of fashion and an ever growing need for submission.
I can't help it, I was never much of a man, small dicked, not athletic at
all, and I have an almost insatiable need for cock that I try to deny.  Not
just cock, but masculinity really, a strong dominant man just makes my
knees weak and my mouth drool and my butt twitch.

Daddy sensed that, and knew how to work me.  Through a combination of
flattery, questioning, and instilling a sense of devotion over the last few
months I felt I could deny him nothing. I found myself confessing to him
things I never told anyone, stories about the first time I pleasured a man,
the first time I ever wore panties and stockings, all kinds of things, some
of them really perverse.

You see I started quite young exploring my submissive side.  Lingerie was a
big part of it.  I used to sneak into my sister's panty drawer and look for
the silkiest, prettiest panties to play with.  A lot of guys try that,
right?  He really focused on my interaction with boys and men, and seemed
to take delight in hearing how the guys in my life would control me and
manipulate me, relishing in my desire to please the cock, no matter how
young or old, and whether or not the cock was attached to a handsome man or
one who one would consider unattractive.  He seemed to get really excited
relating to him the confession of servicing one of my first bosses, Gus
from the pizza place.

Gus was a middle aged hairy Italian with a big lump in his pants and I
guess he read me right way, because shortly after he hired me I was
servicing his big fat Italian sausage on nearly every work shift.  He loved
to get his cock blown, and I would push the wiry pubic hair out of my face
and suck him until he came down my throat, then he would leave me alone.  I
told Mr. Harris that I never found him attractive, in fact he was kind of a
troll.  But I couldn't resist him, no matter how much I tried.  After he
pumped a load of his thick salty cum down my young throat I would swear to
myself that it was the last time I would be used in such a degrading
manner, but it continued.

Gus started grabbing my butt at work and telling me he wanted my ass too,
but I refused.  I never let a guy fuck me, I thought that would make me a
queer or something, though for some reason in my head jacking on a friend's
cock or even being convinced to blow him I justified as just guy stuff,
playing around.  Then one memorable work shift Gus pushed me over a
stainless steel work table in the kitchen, tied me down, and pulled down my
pants. I squirmed of course, but he just took off his stained white cook's
apron and shoved it in my mouth.  I was shocked when he dipped a long stick
of pepperoni in pizza sauce and shoved it up my ass!  It was long and
wrinkled, not real thick, and though my ass resisted and I clenched my
cheeks he just kept working it in there until it bottomed out I guess.

He thought that was really funny!  It hurt going in, and I squirmed across
that cold table the rest of my shift as he left it there and made rude
comments. I hate to admit it but it made me hard.

I was really concerned that one of the teen waitresses working out front
would see me, but he kept them out front, telling them they had not
completed sanitation training and that his kitchen was his territory.

He would make a pizza, all the while calling me a slut or a whore or a fag
and that he was finally showing me what my pussy was made for.  In between
orders he would roughly fuck me with the slab of meat for a few minutes,
leave it in deep and walk away.  At one point someone ordered a pepperoni
pizza and he told me to be very still.  I felt him behind me, humming a
tune, as he used a sharp knife to cut enough slices from the pepperoni
sticking out of my ass to make the pizza.  I didn't like the idea of that
knife so close to my balls and I froze.  When he finally pulled it out and
untied me I pulled up my jeans and told him to fuck off, that he was an
ugly old troll and I would quit rather than have him stick his long fat man
sausage up there too.

Mr. Harris offered me his opinion, as he often did.

"It's not your place to make that judgment", he said.  "Who are you to deny
pleasure to a real man?"

I was shocked at his response.  Mr. Harris made me admit I was a sissy, and
that my holes were meant to pleasure the cock of real men.  He then told me
he intended to fuck me himself, and make my ass a pussy for black cock.
Since I admitted I wore panties and liked to suck cock that was my place.

I whined, "like a little girl" he said, about the size of his cock, the
tightness of my hole, and how he could never get that big thing in there.
The thought intrigued me though, I knew he wanted it and could be very
persuasive, but damn it would hurt!  Why did the thought of it make me so
damn hard?

He ordered me to go buy a dildo... not just any dildo.  One that was as
close as possible in dimension to the cock in his pants!  I went along with
him, again I just did what I was told, not being able to resist a man
telling me what to do.

When I went to the adult store I was pretty embarrassed, what if someone I
knew caught me sizing up the wall of dildos for the closet replica to that
of Mr. Harris, my online mentor?  Then again, if someone I knew was in
there, then I guess they were as guilty of impropriety as I was.  I
shrugged it off, and decided that the ten inch black thickly veined dildo
with the big balls and the suction base was as close as I could get to
reality.  I spent a lot of time looking at the wall of dildoes and butt
plugs, and felt flushed.  I kept looking around and saw a few guys watching
me, one older guy, middle aged and overweight, smiled at me and made sure I
saw him grab the lump in his pants.  I blushed and looked the other way.

There was kind of a creepy guy working at the counter, tall, thin and
unshaven when I checked out.  He just snickered at me and it made me feel
uncomfortable.

"Do you need some lube for this, sunshine?"

I blushed like crazy, nodded, and he threw a tube of silicone gel into the
pink plastic bag along with my selection and he pushed it across the
counter.

"You sissy faggots all want the black dick, don'cha?"

"Umm, well I was told what to buy, Sir"

He just laughed as he swiped my debit card and I felt the blood draining
from my face as I signed the receipt, I felt weak with shame..

"Yeah, I'll bet!  Enjoy your purchase...princess!"

I grabbed the pink plastic bag and ran out (God, why did it have to be neon
pink?), and walked briskly back to the safety of my car.

He called me princess!

I wondered if I gave off a sissy vibe or something?  I was wearing a pair
of shorts and a T shirt and crocs, nothing too feminine I thought, though
the shorts were white and the shirt was pale yellow.  Yeah, I had on a pink
thong, but I didn't think that was visible.

Whatever, I thought.

Mr. Harris told me to do it, and I did.  I didn't really question it, or
him.  He seemed to know what was best, and was so sure of himself.  When he
talked about different things that I thought were really perverted, it made
me feel funny inside but I listened and even stroked my little cock
listening to him. He bragged of girls he had fucked, even sissy boys like
me, and how he had made them into cock sluts.  He even told me he made one
girl fuck a dog, which took my breath away!

He told me that dogs have needs too, and that he made his slut lick and
suck on the dog's sticky, pointed cock!  I listened excitedly as he
described a dog's penis to me, the knot, the abundance of sticky fluids it
produced, and the ferocity of the fucking that his slut received.  It made
me shake and I ended the conversation.  As soon as I got offline I jacked
off until I spurted one of my biggest loads ever.  Afterward as usual I was
ashamed and tried to think of manly things, football helped.

Anyway, when I got home from the adult store I went online and he was there
waiting for me.  I messaged him and described my purchase.  He told me I
was a good girl, which made me blush real bad, and he told me to go put on
my girly things and return to the computer with the dildo and the lube. I
put on a pair of thigh high stockings and some white panties with little
hearts.  He laughed at me and told me to drop the sissy panties.  He told
me to lube my hole and the dildo, and push it in me.  He was talking to me
in such a commanding and demeaning way, and it turned me on.

I tried, but it was just too big.  I got the head in, and maybe a couple
inches but that was it.  I described my actions and he urged me on, but no
dice, I couldn't take it.  He got pissed and told me when I got the thing
all the way in me then I could message him back, and not before.  He said
that I needed to train my pussy to take cock like a real girl and that when
I did he would make me complete and whole.

He made me admit that I loved him...I said it, but did I?  Anyway I was
still struggling with the monster dildo and whining about how bad it hurt
when he signed out.

I tried not to think about it.  I put the big black dildo in a box under my
bed, but after a while I was greasing my hole and trying to get it in me
again.

After few days I got about three fourths of it in me, and felt kind of
proud, actually.  It hurt of course, but it also turned me on.  The thing
is the deeper it went in my ass, the softer my cock got, it was like the
very act of fucking myself made my cock want to disappear, kinda weird.
And when I pulled it out and looked at it, marveling at how much I took I
would get hard again and even beat off, shooting a big load.  I messaged
him excitedly about my progress and he got pissed, telling me to follow
instructions. If I wanted him I had to get it all in me, there was no
option.  Fuck, that big dick hurt!

Yesterday I got it all in me!  I never felt so full!  I messaged him and he
was super nice to me, telling me I was a good sissy, a good girl.

"Sir, why do you keep calling me a girl?"

"What else would you call a soft weak little sissy who dresses up in
panties and stockings and sticks big dildoes up her snatch?"

I didn't know how to respond.

Case closed.  I shut up and accepted it as a quirk of dealing with him.

Since I got it all in me I was now allowed to come visit him, and we made
plans to meet yesterday, at his place.  He lived about an hour away and I
drove over wearing what he told me...a garter belt and stockings and pink
panties underneath a short sleeved shirt and some board shorts.  I felt
weird knowing if anyone saw me they could see nylons on my exposed legs,
but since I was heading straight over there I wasn't too wierded out about
it.  As instructed I had bought an enema bulb and used it to clean myself ,
lubed up my hole real good and fucked myself for a while with that dildo
matching his cock before I left.

The closer I got to his place the more nervous I became, and as I pulled
into his driveway I was actually shaking.