Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2006 11:52:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Vanessa Raven <vanessa_rvn@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sean to Susan Chapter 7 TG Authoritorian

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   It was after rush hour, traffic was light and I was
l driving leisurely along, running the overheard
conversation between Gail and Dawn through my mind. My
zip was down and I was rubbing my wee wee (that's what
Gail called it) and my shaven pubes. I was rock hard
and I knew I had to get out of the mood before I could
get out of the car (giggle). My frustration was such
that I was ready to cum just from fondling myself. I
had to force myself to keep from surrendering to my
desires and masturbate. I was going to need every bit
of stamina for the ladies tonight.

  The address was in a strip mall located in a seedy
part of town. The business was located between a
shabby lookin bar and an adult bookstore. Kinda gives
you an idea. I was a few minutes early but decided to
get it over with. I was so petrified that I was
actually shaking. I also had a warm glow in the pit of
my stomach in anticipation of what was to cum.

  As I walked toward the building the rough material
of my trousers rubbing against my shaved privates was
soooo sensuous I thought I'd swoon. I had eightysixed
my shorts back at the office. They were cum stained
and got in the way of my roving fingers. Suddenly, I
had what I would call a spontaneous orgasm. I gasped
and grabbed my groin trying to prevent myself from
ejaculating. I remember that it was the most intense
orgasm of my life. I could feel my wee wee pulsating
as it pumped all that thick hot cream through my
sensitive glans. A product of my self denial and busy
digits ; ) Even now I get hard thinking back on it.
Well, as hard as I can get now.

  Fuck! I now had a gigantic wet spot on my slacks. I
couldn't go in there looking like I pissed myself. Or
worse yet, to look like I shot my wad into my pants.
Or worse than that....somebody else did. I wasn't
going to let this stop me. I removed my suit coat,
folded it over my arm and hid my accident behind the
coat. Problem solved, I boldly strolled into the
establishment and presented myself to the gentleman(?)
behind the counter.

  "Hi, my name is ...ah....ah... Susan Roberts and I
believe I have an appointment." I could feel the heat
creeping up on me. I think it was being generated in
my wee wee. That insatiable little devil was at it
again.

  "Ah yes, Ms Roberts" the guy replied, Dawn and her
friend told me all about you. I think it's super that
you want to explore your feminine self. Dawn left
explicit instructions with Mona so you don't have to
worry your pretty little head. Just proceed down the
hall to the second door and Mona will do your
procedures. My name is Steven by the way, but my
friends call me Stephanie. Here's my card and if there
is anything, and I do mean anything, please don't
hesitate to call. Don't forget to ask for Stephanie he
said and winked."

  I had expected a biker type. You know, big and hairy
with numerous piercings and tattoos. This guy was
actually quite cute. Petite and delicate looking, he
had cupid lips (probably collagen) and was wearing
just a bare hint of makeup. You had to really look
close to see it but it was there. He had longish
blonde hair tied in a single pigtail and startling
blue eyes. I thought he made a believable woman and
wasn't a bad looking guy. I wondered which "pretty
little head" he was talkin about. I bet it wasn't the
one on my shoulders. I'll bet he'd have sucked the cum
out of my slacks if I'd have asked him. Or, not even
ask him, just show it to him and point. It was such a
power rush. I just knew that he would make good on the
"anything" bit and vowed to take him up on it in the
future.

  I took the card from his manicured fingers. Yup, a
manicure with a pearl nail polish. I glanced at the
card, gazed up at him, and gushed, "Thank you so much
Stephanie. You can rely on my getting a hold of you
real soon." I winked and gave him a wicked grin,
leaving no doubt in his mind of what I meant. Gail and
Dawn would love to get their hooks into him and so
would I. Turning I wiggled down the hall, hoping that
Stephanie was gettin an eyeful. Stephanie was the
first gay guy that had ever come on to me and I was
truly flattered. What's wrong with me? Why did I tease
him like that? I realized that I was being a bit of a
cock tease and wondered what it would be like to get
it on with a girl like myself. Mister Happy was
starting to stir again. I noticed that over the last
two days I'd pretty much given up the pretext of
thinking of myself as a male. More and more I was
identifying with my feminine and submissive side. I
even referred to my cock as my wee wee as Gail had
suggested. After all girls have wee wee's.
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  Mona introduced herself and had me sit in a dentist
like chair. "Susan how about a nice cup of tea to
relax you" Mona inquired?

  I said that I thought tea would be lovely. We
chatted about my Susan persona while I sipped my tea,
the focus being how understanding my wife was and my
acceptance of her outing me. I think there must have
been a little something extra in the tea because
before long I was completely relaxed. I felt like I
was floating on a cloud, completely disconnected from
my surroundings. I was totally compliant and receptive
to whatever Mona suggested. She said that she noticed
the wet spot on my slacks and asked me how it
happened. I amazed myself by relating all that had
happened that day culminating in my spontaneous orgasm
in the parking lot. I was so comfortable that the
telling resulted with just a smidgen of embarrassment.
Mona smiled at me knowingly and announced that we
should get started.
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  The next thing I remembered Mona was holding a
mirror in front of me and dangling from my ear lobes
were the biggest hoop earrings that I've ever seen.
They actually brushed my shoulders when I turned my
head. My nipples were standing proud. Pushed out by
the steel rings that went through them. They were not
gigantic but they were thick. Actually they weren't
through my nips. They went through the fleshy part of
my breasts just after my aureole They sure made my
nipples stick out.

  ''And take a look at this young lady," Mona said.
She reached out and cupped my wee wee in her warm
hand.

  This ring was smaller, but not much. It went through
the under side of my foreskin and out through the open
end. Where the two ends were secured with a ball nut
(no doubt it was epoxied to prevent removal). I was
surprised that there was virtually no pain as opposed
to my throbbing breasts.

   "There's one more" she said and guided my hand past
my little nut sack to another ring behind my scrotum.
"The way this works is that after it heals, Dawn can
pull your wee wee to the back ring secure the two
together with a tiny, tiny lock, and baby you are in
'lock down' for however long she wants. Consider
yourself a very lucky girl. Gail, that's the woman D
calls daddy, wanted to have you gelded and sold as a
pony girl. Better sense prevailed and they settled on
this."

   I was astounded and about to reply when from behind
me I heard, "Excuse me Susan but do you mind terribly
if I take a quick peek to?" I glanced over my shoulder
and it was Stephanie. She had changed her cloths and
was now wearing one of those sweater dress things with
heels and an incredibly sexy blouse. She looked HOT!
Suddenly I realized that I was buck ass naked. The tea
must have worn off. I was acutely aware of my
nakedness in font of these fully clothed strangers and
tried to cover myself with my hands.

  My hands, my hands. I had extensions on my nails and
a coat of hot pink varnish on them. Looking further I
saw that my toes matched my fingernails. What has
happened to me? Why did they do this to me? I was
close to tears.

  "Oh, come on sugar, your one of us now. Its just us
girls, you show me yours and I'll show you mine." This
was said by Stephi in a teasing way as she slid around
me to get a full frontal view. "You don't need to
cover yourself in front of me my dear. You have a
delectable body and I'd so love to see more of it. I
have a set of rings just like yours."

   Steeling myself, I slowly, and I think
provocatively, presented my private parts for her
inspection. This was probably the most humiliating
experience that I'd had so far (you ain't read nothin
yet). She pointed at my privates and exclaimed, "That
is the most precious little prick I've ever seen. And
such a long yummy foreskin mmmmm. Girl, I could just
eat you up. Oh look it's gettin all stiff but he can't
get his cute little head past the opening. Does it
feel good when the underside of your pee pee slides
along the ring?"

  I was at a complete loss for words and wanted to
melt into the floor. I started to mumble somethin
unintelligible when Mona came to my rescue.

  "Stephanie, if you don't get out of here, I'm going
to put you in lock down and let you tell your husband
why", Mona said. Quit sniffn around Susan or I'll tell
hubby and he'll keep you locked up for six months. She
needs to get dressed now and get home to the ladies."

  Mona shooed Stephanie out of room, grabbed something
from a cabinet, turned and said: "Here! Put these on.
'These' were denier stockings and an old fashioned
panty girdle with garters. "Be sure to tuck your wee
wee." This was followed by a barely suppressed giggle.

  I started with the nylons, my wee wee began to
harden in anticipation of the gossamer sheaths' about
to encase my smooth legs. I had the first nylon almost
to mid thigh when my pickle began to drip pre cum.
When both nylons were snug and I reached for the
girdle Mona barked at me:

  "WHOA! WHOA! You can't put your new panty on while
your leaking jizz all over the place. I guess I'm goin
to have to milk you. Up on table young lady, on your
hands and knees. Your going to get your first pelvic.
And I hope your first anal orgasm." That was said
while pulling on a pair of gloves. "Hurry now, or
shall I call Stephanie in to help?"

  I couldn't get on the table fast enough. I felt so
humiliated and vulnerable. The absolute worse thing
for me, would be for Stephanie to witness my
degradation. If this keeps up I wont need to be
milked. As if reading my mind, Mona placed a small
bowl beneath my pickle to collect the overflow. It was
up to me to make sure that it got in the bowl. A
couple swats on my bare bum assured my compliance. I
wish the bowl was a wash tub.

   Mona forced my legs apart by nudging me and
reinforced it with a painful pinch to my inner thigh.
"I leave my mark on all the girls that I milk" she
said. Parting my cheeks I soon felt warm air passing
across my anus followed by something soft and wet. I
hoped it was lube. It was lube all right. It was her
tongue and her slow probing was driving me insane.

  She stopped reaming my rosette long enough to say
"Don't you dare ejaculate until you have my
permission." I then felt her gloved hand glide past my
ring and softly fondle my little pink purse. I was on
a sexual high. It was the best and the worst. Nobody
had ever licked me there before and the feeling was so
intense that I thought I would faint. I could hear
myself making little whimper sounds and moaning. I
raised one hand and began tugging on my nipple rings
hoping that the pain would blot out what was being
done to me.

  It seemed to work because I didn't cum and the next
thing I knew, her tongue was replaced by her finger
and her other hand was no longer massaging my purse.
"Little girl, would you like me to finger fuck you?
Mona whispered in my ear. "Tell me what you want."
  By this time I was desperate and thrust backwards
wantonly trying to get more of her finger in me. I was
wishing that she had the hands of a blacksmith at the
time.

  "Oh, yes yes" I begged shamelessly. "Please finger
fuck me. Use two fingers and fuck me like the slut I
am." I felt like a slut. Naked, on my hands and knees
and begging this virtual stranger to finger fuck me.
  "Where do you want it " she hissed?

   "In m  m  my p p pu pusie" I replied. I
instinctively said my opening was my pussie, knowing
that that was what she wanted me to say.

  "Tell me then, little girl"

  "I'm a slut I gasped please finger fuck my pussie
until I cum."

   With that said I felt her finger glide into my
chute, soon to be joined by its partner. They wiggled
and explored and I was ready to climb the wall.

  "Finger fuckin can be nice but I'd really enjoy fist
fuckin you. Perhaps another time. Hmmm?"

  "Yes, some other time. Please let me cum now."

  "Oh all right. You sure wont last long with the
ladies. Not only are you practically dickless but you
have no stamina. I'm goin to massage your prostate now
so get ready to make a deposit in the bowl.

  Her words crushed me but I didn't have long to dwell
on it because her fingers brushed against prostrate.
The cum came out of my pickle in a torrent. I could
feel the viscous fluid pulsating out of me but I
didn't get the usual breathlessness and thrill that I
normally get. I felt unfulfilled and cheated. The only
thing that milking accomplished was that I was now
running on empty in the cum tank.

  "OK, put on your panty girdle and will finish
getting you dressed."

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