Date: Tue, 20 Jan 1998 15:53:48 EST
From: Dianic007 <Dianic007@aol.com>
Subject: Bisexual Mistress

BISEXUAL MISTRESS

by

Roberta Angela Dee
Dianic007@aol.com


        If you are looking for fiction, you will not find it here.  The
accounts I provide are based on actual experiences.  If the ideas of female
domination or female superiority are offensive to you, I suggest you read no
further.  This account is provided for the enjoyment and pleasure of bisexual
women.  Males can jerk-off to something else.



        This particular account concerns this author, a Goddess Gwendolyn, and
a male slave.  Each of us were bisexual.  

        I, in addition to being bisexual, am also transgendered.  In other
words, I was born a male but have always been female in mind, heart and
spirit.  Consequently, as soon as I was able to do so, I began living and
working as a woman.

         I do not, nor can I, perform sexually as a male.  This is the result
of female hormones that I have taken to enhance my feminine attributes and
qualities.

        Two years ago, I began studying Dianic philosophy.  It is essentially
a philosophy concerned with the superiority of women.  I met Goddess Gwendolyn
while researching the internet.  When I discovered that she lived in Atlanta,
GA, I contacted her, immediately.  I told her who I was and she arranged for
us to meet.  

        It was a 2-1/2-hour drive to Atlanta but it was well worth the time
spent to meet a professional mistress who is indeed a goddess.

        Goddess Gwendolyn was everything I expected and more.  She is a
statuesque woman with very full breasts which she proudly presents to the
world.  Most important, she is articulate and intelligent.  For her, male
domination is an art, and unlike most women -- even those who work as
mistresses -- Goddess Gwendolyn has cultivated domination and developed it to
an art form.

        Our initial relationship was conditional.  She agreed that I could
work as her assistant and learn the art.  However, she had never worked with a
transgendered woman, and did not want to commit to a relationship until she
was absolutely certain that I was as much a female in mind, heart and spirit
as any other woman with whom she had worked.  I agreed to this arrangement.

        Goddess Gwendolyn wore a white long translucent gown that covered her
without conceal her curvaceous proportions.  I wore knee high boots a black
silk thong and a black lacy demi-bra.

        We are certainly a contrast in black and white, she quipped.  This
was as much as a reference to our attire as it was to our skin color.  The
goddess is Caucasian.  I am African American.

        The goddess had a throne that was raised above the floor level.  It
sat on a platform about 16-inches high.  She elegantly walked across her very
well equipped dungeon and then sat on her throne.  Once comfortably she
seated, she called for me to come over.

        She opened her robe and parted her thighs, revealing a beautiful pussy
and neatly trimmed bush.

        Your first task will be to eat me, she announced.  I need to know
if you eat pussy like a man or like a woman.  You may begin.

        Kneeling between her legs, I moved my face between her thighs and
began licking and fingering her delicious pussy.  She was sweet and already
very moist.  My tongue flicked around her clit.  I was careful not to touch it
until I felt that she had been teased enough to completely enjoy my oral
massage.  

        In spite of her apparent readiness, she was not as sensitive as I had
anticipated.  It took quite a bit of sucking, nibbling and eating to bring her
to the level of arousal I desired.  I knew she had reached that level when she
moaned loudly and then grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her
electrified bush.  At that point, I licked and sucked her like a lesbian in
heat.

        She started yelling obscenities, call me her bitch among a long list
of colorful nouns and adjectives.  Some of the words were just barely
enunciated.  A short time afterwards, she reached her first orgasm.

        I continued, of course.  Within the 45-minutes that I attended to her,
Im certain that she climaxed at least four times.  After the fourth orgasm,
she pulled me up and kissed me wildly.

        Damn, youre good, girl, she confessed, apparently as much surprised
as she was elated.  Some of the best connoisseurs of cunt in the country have
feasted between my thighs.  I can tell you that youre among the best!

        Thank you, Goddess Gwendolyn, I replied.  Im happy Ive met with
your approval.

        Well, you certainly know how to eat pussy, she answered.  If you do
half as well in the other areas that I intend to test you, youll be an
exceptional assistant.

        I certainly hope to do well in all the areas, goddess.

        Suddenly, Goddess Gwendolyn was very interested in learning about my
being transgendered, and asked several questions.  We continued chatting for
near to an hour.  Then, the phone rang.  I delivered the phone to Goddess
Gwendolyn and examined the incredible array of equipment while she talked.
When the conversation was over, she announced that a male client would be
arriving within the next 5 minutes.

        She described the equipment that would be required for the session.  I
had trouble selecting the right instruments because I had never been a dungeon
so well equipped.  The goddess was patient and did not hold my ignorance
against me.  She promised that given sufficient time I would become
knowledgeable of all her tools, as well as their proper uses.

        The slave was a white male, very good looking.  He was about 5-feet,
10-inches tall and weighed about 160 pounds.  He sported a very neatly trimmed
mustache and modern hair cut.  His hair was as dark as his mustache and his
eyes were brown.  

        She never called him by name.  He was simply a slave and needed no
name.  I was introduced to him as Mistress Roberta.  The slave was then
instructed to remove all of his clothing, to put it in its proper place, and
then return to his spot in the dungeon.

        He did not hesitate to obey the goddesss instruction.  He returned as
naked as the day he was born.  At that time I was able to observe his penis.
It was flaccid and about 5-inches long.  It rested on a beautiful set of hairy
testicles.

       Quite a specimen, the goddess commented.  Dont you agree?

        Its quite inviting from here, I confessed.

        Hes about a full 10-inches when hes erect.

        Thats what I would have estimated, I told her.

        So, you have had some experience with men as well, she inquired.

        One or two, I replied and then giggled.

        Im sure, she answered.  Well, Im curious as to what you can do
with a man.  If you don't mind, Id like you to give him head.

        She must have been reading my mind.  I had been thinking about his
cock the entire time.

        Have him fetch a chair and place it near the rack.  Then, tie him to
it.

        The slave fetched a chair for the mistress to sit and watch.  I
fastened the shackles to his wrists and ankles.  It was exhilarating to stand
back and look at a man -- naked and spread eagle before me.

        Goddess Gwendolyn handed me a condom, then said, Hes all yours,
sweetie.  Let me see what you can do.

        Not a problem, I replied.  Not a problem at all.

        I began by lifting his flaccid penis.  then, I licked his balls.  They
responded instantly.  I kissed them for being so well behaved, and then
mouthed them.  As soon as his testicles were in my mouth, his penis began to
enlarge almost instantaneously.  When it enlarged to about 7-inches, I covered
it in the latex sheath.

        I looked up at him.  His eyes were closed and his facial expression
suggested it had been a long time since he had last received a womans
pleasure.

        I began sucking him and could feel his penis continuing to enlarge
while it was in my mouth.  I was certain he had reached his fully extended
10-inches as I could not contain all of him between my lips.

        I sucked him deeply and furiously, careful to breathe through my nose
so as not to gag.  I looked over at Goddess Gwendolyn and could see she was
impressed.  I smiled.

        In less than 3-minutes, the slave ejaculated.  He tried to back away
to remove his cock, but I held onto it with my mouth.  He began writhing but I
refused to release him.  When I felt he had surrendered to me.  I allowed his
penis to slip from between my warm and moistened lips.

        Very well done! Goddess announced, applauding while she looked on.
Very well done!  Id love to watch him fuck you.  I mean, if you dont mind.
Its entirely up to you.

        Sucking his cock had left me quite aroused and so I agreed to fulfill
her wish.

        While I released him from his shackles,, the goddess inquired, You
have to do it doggy style.  Dont you?  I mean, because you still have a male
thingy.

        I can do it any position that any other woman can, I replied.  I
just need to use a little lubricant which I have in my purse.

        Thats wonderful, she said.  Slave!  Go fix me a drink.

        The slave ran across the room to the bar.  He fixed what appeared to
be two shots of Scotch.  No ice.  he returned, kneeled before the goddess, and
without uttering a single word, handed her the glass.

        Thank you, slave.

        Youre welcome, Goddess Gwendolyn.  It is my supreme pleasure to
serve you.

        I know.  I know, she replied.  Well, youre do for a treat today.
So dont fuck up.  I want you to screw my lovely assistant properly, and if
you dare cum as quickly as you did the last time, Ill have your ass.

        I reclined on my back, smiling at the goddess while I lowered the
back of my head onto the carpet.  I had the slave lubricate me and instructed
him to insert a finger to help me relax.

        Within three minutes, he was able to insert four of his fingers.  I
knew that was more than sufficient.  I told him that he could mount me, but
Goddess Gwendolyn revoked my command.

        Eat her pussy first, slave, she ordered.  I want her good and hot!

        Why thank you, goddess, I commented.  Thats very thoughtful of
you.

        No problem, sweetie, she answered.  You and I have a lot more in
common that I had thought.

        The slave licked me in typical male fashion.  It felt good but I was
unable to reach an orgasm.  His technique just wasnt assertive enough.
Still, I allowed him to continue for a few minutes.  Then, I repeated my
command for him to mount me.

        Size isnt everything, but its impossible to ignore a 10-inch cock
riding up and down your snatch.  He fucked like a jackhammer, quickly and
savagely.

        The boots were heavy, still I managed to raise both legs up over his
head.  

        You go, girl! the goddess shouted.  Fuck her good, slave.  If you
dont, Ill have your ass.  Fuck her little cunt til it sings!

        With that announcement, the slaves thrusts were not only deeper but
considerably faster and more forceful.  He fucked like a young stud just
released from a 10-year prison sentence and getting his first pussy.  It was
wonderful!  Absolutely wonderful!  He lasted a good 15-minutes just long
enough for me to reach an incredibly intense orgasm.  I squeeze his cock with
my pussy to make certain I got every last drop of him.

        Girl!  Youve passed every test I can think of giving you! She
announced.  She seemed as much excited as I.

        Slave, this session is over.  Consider yourself lucky.  Youll endure
a regular session next time.  Right now, I need to spend some time alone with
Mistress Roberta.

        The slave paid the goddess and left far more happier than he arrived.
Goddess Gwendolyn reached for my hand and led me to her beautiful decorated
bedroom.  She told me to relax on her bed, then walked over to her dresser
drawer and fumbled for a few minutes.  When she turned around she was wearing
the most life-like strap-on cock I had ever seen.

        She looked at me and smiled.


RAD

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