Date: Sun, 18 Jan 1998 07:47:08 EST
From: Dianic007 <Dianic007@aol.com>
Subject: Bisexual Submissive

BISEXUAL SUBMISSIVE

by

Roberta Angela Dee

             Most people don't understand the difference between being
transgendered and being transsexual.  So, I'll explain it.  Transgendered
means you're born anatomically one sex but psychologically the opposite sex.
Transsexual means the same thing.  The difference is that a transsexual seeks
a surgical solution.  A transgendered individual is happy if he or she can
live according to the way he or she feels inside.

        No one knows what causes anyone to be transgendered or transsexual.
All I know is that as early as I can recall I wanted to be a girl.  I can't
explain it any better than anyone can explain why they were born heterosexual
or left handed.

        At the age of 25 years old, I began taking female hormones.  Later, I
found work as a woman.  The hormones made me sterile and impotent.  I no
longer had to worry about gaining an erection while I wore tight slacks.  I
would have no more erections.  

        I also developed feminine breasts and curves -- wider hips and
buttocks.  I didn't menstruate.  However, every month I experienced some of
the symptoms of premenstrual syndrome (PMS).  The symptoms included water
retention, irritability, moodiness and heightened emotions.

        I met Mistress Tanya when I was 30 years old.  I was the first
transgendered woman she had ever met.  She was very impressed, but couldn't
understand why I had not had a sex change operation.  I told her that I was
and had always been a woman in mind, heart and spirit.  Surgery could never
change my identity.  She accepted my explanation.  She also accepted me as a
submissive.

        My attire was simple.  I wore 4-inch high heels, thigh hi stockings, a
black silk thong, a white micro mini-skirt, and a white laced shelf-bra that
left my nipples exposed.  Mistress Tanya insisted that I wear these garments
whenever I was in her presence.  It made it impossible for me to bend even
slightly without exposing my bottom.  To retain the very little modesty left
to me, the outfit necessitated that I be a perfect lady at all times.

         The belief that opposites attract is clearly demonstrated through the
relationship between a dominant and a submissive.  For the Mistress, the joy
is the ability to be assertive, controlling and dominant.  For the submissive,
the joy is the ability to be docile, controlled and submissive.  For me,
submissiveness creates a sense of euphoria.  I am completely removed of the
stress that I associate with thinking and with making decisions.  My purpose
and function in life is made erotically simple: I serve my mistress.

        The clientele that frequented Mistress Tayna's dungeon were generally
well-to-do Long Islanders.  Several of her patrons owned businesses in
Manhattan but resided in the affluent town of Southampton, located on the
eastern most part of Long Island.  Some of her slaves were celebrities who I
am not permitted to identify.

        On Friday nights, a master would visit Mistress Tanya to discuss
whatever it is that dommes and masters talk about when together.  My function
was always the same.  I would greet the master and direct him into the very
elegantly furnished living room.  Then I would serve him two shots of
Glenlivet unblended scotch and perform oral sex on him until he finished his
drink.  When he placed the empty glass down, my orders were to straddle him
and ride his male member until he climaxed.  Afterwards, I would thank him for
the pleasure and go fetch Mistress Tanya.

        The sex was routine but I enjoyed it.  The master was rather well
endowed and deliciously thick.  He felt good inside me.

        The master never spoke to me and I wasn't allowed to converse with
him, except to say, "Thank you, master."  No other words were ever exchanged
between us.

        An hour later, the master left.  Mistress Tanya escorted him to the
front door.  Then she rang her bell.  This was my signal to attend to her.
When I appeared in the living room, she ordered me to kneel at her feet.

        "You were a rather good girl this evening," she commented approvingly.
You seem to be well pleased with the master's cock."

        "Yes, mistress," I replied.  "The master is very nicely endowed."

        "I watched the two of you and must confess that your activity left me
quite aroused," she reported.  "Have you ever given head to another woman?"

        "No, mistress," I replied, nearly at a whisper, "I have never even
been intimate with another woman."

        "Well, then," she replied with a commanding tone of voice, "it's time
you learn.  I might need you to deliver the same service to a mistress that
you so eagerly deliver to the master."

        At that point, Mistress Tanya parted her thighs and revealed that she
had not been wearing a panty.  Her private was glistening and fully exposed.

       "Eat me," she ordered.

        At first I was quite repelled at the thought of kissing and licking my
mistress.  However, after a few minutes of hearing her responses, I began to
enjoy pleasing my mistress in this manner.

        It took me a little over a half hour to bring her to a climax.
However, I'm certain it was quite intense because she immediately excused me
-- telling me that I could return to my room for the remainder of the evening.

       Since that evening I attend to my mistress in this way several times a
week.  I look forward to the master's Friday night visits, but as a bisexual
submissive my Mistress finds me of far more value.

RAD

Dianic007@aol.com

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(c) 1998 - Roberta Angela Dee