Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2002 17:18:32 EDT
From: Lbhman1@aol.com
Subject: Slim 3

 My Encounter With Slim  3

    When I got home, there was a message on my answering machine, from Slim.
I called him, and he said, "Get over here, right now, bitch.  Where have you
been?"
     I lied, saying "I had to go to the grocery store and run some errands.  I
'll be there shortly, sir."
     "Now" was his response, as I heard the phone click.
    Uh, oh, I'm in trouble, as my pussy is still full of cum, and he's sure
to find out.  What to do?  Oh, ok, I'll douche, like a good cuntboy, and be
nice and clean for my master's invasion.  Quickly, I filled the bulb with
warm water, inserting the nozzle inside my tender pussy lips, twice, being
sure to get all of Stan's remaining jism out of my well-fucked bottom.  I
wonder if Slim will be able to tell that I had just been fucked?  I hope not,
but have no choice, but, to go over to his place, now.  If necessary, I'll
have to pay the consequences.
    I was at his place in about 1/2 hour, after my cleaning session, and
finding some clothes to put on.  He met me at the door with a glare, telling
me to follow him into the bedroom.  "Strip", he ordered.  Taking all my
clothes off, he told me to turn around and bend over.  I did as told, of
course, but was very worried he was going to see my swelling pussy lips.
    I felt a whack on my ass, as his hand smacked me, almost knocking me
over.  Again, he smacked me, and again.  I was almost in tears, as he said,
"You've been out fucking around, haven't you bitch?  I can see you're all
swollen from someone else's cock being up in MY pussy.  That's right, you
cunt, your body is now MY body, and you have let another man have their way
with you."
    "Slim sir, yes I did let someone else fuck me."
     He slapped across the face, saying, "You didn't hear me, did you, you
lowlife pussy.  I said it's MY body, not yours.  So, you let some one fuck MY
body, right?"
    "Yes, sir", I mumbled.
     "I can't hear you, you piece of worthless shit, tell me again...Who's
body did you let that man fuck?"
    "Your body, sir."
    "And, is it right for someone to be fucking ME?  Tell me. Am I to be
fucked, like a lowlife cocksucking, asswipe that you are?"
    "No sir, of course not.  That's not what...
    "You're Goddammned right, it's not," he interrupted.  "I don't ever want
you to be out there, without my ordering you, you got that?  NO MORE, got it?
 If I ever, EVER hear of you fucking around again, you're gone.  I'll kick
you out so fast, that swollen pussy of yours will be out the door five
minutes before your cocksucking head.
    I started to sob, crying at his harsh words, knowing he was right,
though, that I shouldn't have gone without his permission.  I knew it, at the
time, but thru caution to the wind.  Well, the wind was coming back to chill
me.
    "Yes, sir, I have it", I cried.  His words were stinging me, worse than
the slaps.  I didn't want to be out of his life, so I vowed to be faithful to
him, always.
    "Get yourself together, you wimp, stop crying.  We're going out, to get
some things to remind you, who's your master.  Get dressed."
    We stopped at an adult novelty store, first.  He told me to follow him,
very closely, but, not too close.  He walked around the store, looking at
various pieces of bondage material, clothes, dildos, butt plugs, harness,
nipple clamps, leather restraints, blindfolds, and other various adult themed
merchandise.  I followed like a puppy, not saying a word.  He evidently knew
the clerk/owner, as they spoke frequently about this and that.  They would
look at me, every once in a while, and both either laugh, or snicker, as if
they were talking about me, and making a joke or some snide remark.  I was
far enough away, not to hear it, but I knew that's what was happening.
    "Go wait in the car, girl", he said.  I was shocked, by the "girl"
comment, but did as told.  About an hour later, he came out with two large
bags, full of things, I assumed were all for me.  "You're going to pay for
every bit of this, somehow, you know. I'll figure a way for you to earn the
money to repay me. I'm not going to let you get away with this, so there are
going to be some changes in your life.  I'm going to be sure I can trust you,
in the future."
    With that said, we went to a tattoo parlor.  I asked, "Why are we here?
Are you getting a tattoo?"
    "Hell no, YOU are.  Let's go."
    "What?  I don't like tattoos at all, sir.  I don't want one."
    "Listen to me, my little pussy girl, you have really pissed me off, and I'
m going to protect MY body from now on.  No one will mess with you, after I'm
done.  If that's not in your plans, then, get the fuck out, right now."
    I was petrified at his words, and yet, somehow intrigued.  What could he
have tattooed on me that would stop me from "fucking around"?  And, did I
want to do this.... Have a tattoo on my.... ooops, Slim's body.  And damnit,
there was that "girl" thing again.  What was up with that?
    "Well?" he said.
    "Sir, I have two questions."
    You only get one, so decide which is more important."
    Hmmmmm, now what.  Girl issue, or tattoo?  I was in a quandary, for sure.
 Which one was more important to me?  Both have, what could be long lasting
affects on me, and both are totally out of character for me.  Well, well,
which one?
    "Now cunt...let's get going.... sometime today!"
    "Well, I'm not sure which is the best decision."
    "Ok, I'll make it easy for you.  I'll count to three, and you better
have started the question by then, or you'll get none...got it?"
    Oh, shit, now I'm in deep.
    "One, two..."
    "Ok, what is this `girl' thing you keep referring to?"
    "Oh, that's an easy one.  You're going to be my pussy girl, instead of
my pussy boy?  I'm going to transform you into a female cockwhore.  Hell, you'
re halfway there, now, right?  I mean, you're certainly a cockwhore.  You've
proven that, already, haven't you?  Now, let's get that pussyass of yours
the tattoo it needs."
    He pushed me into the shop, telling the clerk, what he wanted.  I was in
shock, not understanding, comprehending anything that was going on around me,
at the time.  `Transform me into a woman?'  What the fuck is going on here?
And this tattoo shit.... what's he going to put on me?  I'm too old to be `
transformed into a female'.  What is he talking about?
    Before I knew it, I was laying face down, on a sterile, stainless steel
table, with my shorts down at my ankles.  They were quietly talking, and
again, the snickers, which drove me crazy with humiliation.  And, I have no
idea what he's talking about, with this woman shit.
    Ok, let's get real here. The pros to this woman thing, are, I'm tall,
thin, love to have sex with men, but, that's it.  The cons are: I'm a man,
for Christ sake! Ok, realistically, have knobby knees, lots of body hair,
deep voice, adams apple, big feet, a cock and balls, and have no idea how to
be a woman.  Ok, I like to wear women's panties...and maybe a blouse or jeans
shorts, and maybe night gowns, and I like to "swish" a little when I walk,
and sit down to pee, but, that doesn't make me a female.
    "OUCH!!!!! I yelled, as the artist went to work on my ass cheeks.  He
just said, "Relax, you pussy", and continued with his movements.  Slim left
for a minute, returning with an item, he had bought, earlier.
    "Hang on , Harley," the artist's name, "I have something here she's
gonna love."  I felt a pressure at my pussy lip, and then was filled with a
huge butt plug.  "Just wiggle that every once in awhile; bitch, to take your
mind off the pain."
    It's shape, held it inside me, of course, as that's the design of those
things.  It hurt just a little as it went in, but, now, my sphincter has
closed back up, on the small part.  "OUCH," again, and I did as he said,
grabbing the base of the butt plug and wiggling it.  Now, that's more like
it, I thought.
    "That's right, just think of it as your master in there, and pretend he'
s filling you, giving you the strength to endure the pain," Slim chuckled.
    They both laughed, as I kept playing with that invader, making little
moaning sounds, and easing the pain of the needles.
    After an hour or so, of this humiliation and pain, Harley announced, "Use
your other hand, now, cause I'm going over to the other side".
    Ok, now let's get this straight.  I'm on my stomach, in a tattoo parlor,
naked, getting my asscheeks tattooed with some thing Slim as instructed
Harley to put on me.  With that, I'm diddling a butt plug in my cunt, to ease
the pain, and it's working. Wait a minute, what about the `woman' issue?
What's going on?  Where is all of this going?
    "Ok, now you're going to have to pull that out, cause I have to work a
little closer to your hole", Harley announced.  Closer to my hole?  What the
hell is he inscribing on me, which needed to be so close, that no one will
ever see it?  I pulled the plug out, reluctantly, as it was helping with the
pain.
    "You'll have to spread your cheeks apart some, for me and hold them, till
I tell you to stop", he instructed.
    They talked a bit, again, and Harley, said, "Oh, yes, that will be
great."
    "Get up on your hands and knees, with your face down on the table, like
your master was going to fuck you doggie style.  You won't have to hold
yourself open, that way.  As a matter of fact, you can put the plug back in,
now, and play with it, as much as you want.
    Oh, thanx a lot, I thought to myself.  "YEOWWWW!"
I cried out, as the needle hit a sensitive part of my anal area.  WOW, that
hurt.  "Hold on, that's too painful."
    Slim held a hit of poppers under my nose and said, "Inhale, and it will
lessen the pain, then."
    Needless to say, I did, and it did help somewhat.  He was still standing
in front of me, and said, "Here, this might take your mind off it", and stuck
his cock in my mouth.  Now, I have to admit, it did help, as I began to give
him one of the best blowjobs I've ever done.  A combination of all that I had
been thru in the past few hours, and the butt plug in my asscunt, was making
me horny, so his cock was just what the dr. ordered.
    "Slow down, pussy girl, make it last."  Damn, I forgot all about the `
woman' shit, again, just has he buried his cock, deep in my throat, making me
gag, and almost pull back.
    "Don't move, now, as I'm in a very sensitive area, back here," Harley
said.  `No shit', I thought.  I'm the one who has to feel every fucking
prick with that needle.  What I really wanted, was to feel a prick fucking
me, hehe.
    My master was sliding nicely now; in and out, giving me chance to
breathe, as he fucked my mouth, easily, slowly, almost lovingly.  He was
giving me, just exactly what I needed...his hard manly, cock, deep in my
mouth.  I was melting, as he stroked himself in and out, feeling that
wonderful piece of manflesh, using my mouth for it's pleasure, making me want
it more, craving it all the time.
    Harley announced he was finished, just as Slim blew his load into my
mouth, forcing me to swallow it, rather than let it lay there, allowing my
taste buds to enjoy the texture and taste.  Our simultaneous moaning was
enough for Harley to chuckle saying "Wow, she does love to be mouth fucked,
doesn't she slim?  Listen to her moans as she is sucking up all of your cum."
    He was right.  I was moaning with sheer enjoyment, of sheer bliss, of
sheer contentment, for that brief period of time, until, he pulled his cock
out of my sucking mouth, and proceeded to look at Harley's work.
    "Oh, nice job, man.  That is exactly what I wanted."
    "Can I look?" I asked.
    "Sure you can.  Look at your pussy, and how everyone will know to stay
away."
    Looking, I saw in disbelief, what had been inscribed on my body... "Slim'
s Pussy!"
    The `s' in Slim's and the `P' in pussy were the two letters he put on
the sides of my inner cheeks, so, that when pulled apart a bit, it was
obvious what it said.  Just walking around, it would be difficult to
understand what it said.
    "Now if someone bends you over to put it to you, they'll see my brand on
you, and won't go there, even if you try to be unfaithful, they won't take
another man's girl, now would they?"
    The horror finally subsided, after a few minutes, as I began to see the
severity of my situation.  I was going to become his slave; it sounds, with
no rights of my own, just his wants, needs and desires.  His branding of my
pussy cheeks and converting me to be his "woman", was way farther in this
scenario than I thought I would ever go.  I still had no idea what he meant
by `making me into a woman'.  The whole thought seemed ludicrous.