Date: Sun, 18 Jan 1998 07:49:31 EST
From: Dianic007 <Dianic007@aol.com>
Subject: Dedicated Female Sub

DEDICATED FEMALE SUB

by

Roberta Angela Dee

        The Planting Fields located in Oyster Bay, on Long 
Island, is easily one of the most beautiful sites on Earth.  It 
consists of 409 acres landscaped with an incredible variety of 
exotic flowers and plants.

        It was May and a perfect time to visit the wonderful 
garden.  

        Mistress Tanya had instructed that I prepare a picnic 
lunch.  As instructed, I prepared a small banquet befitting two 
sophisticated ladies.  Our tiny feast included a bottle of 
Cabernet Sauvignon and an appropriate amount of Gouda 
cheese.

        It had been 5 years since my previous trip to the Planting 
Fields.  At that time, I was still living as a male.  Today, in my 
cut-offs and string tee-shirt, I was decidedly female.

        We did not follow the trail carefully marked for visitors 
and tourists.  Instead we cut across the field to an area near to 
a clearing where hippies had once held their 'happenings' 
back in the late sixties.  

        Hippies were mostly young people who had adopted a philosophy of peace
and promiscuity -- an anti-establishment 
crusade often fueled by marijuana, wine and mind altering 
drugs.  A 'happening' was simply a joyful event.  Today, the 
fear of AIDS had chased away the spirit of free love, and 
conservatism had chased away the spirit of individuality.  
These days few people ventured into these parts of the 
Planting Fields.

        My mistress is a beautiful woman.  At the time she was 
only 20-years old -- 10 years my junior.  She stood 5-feet and 
8-inches tall but only weighed 125 pounds.  She measured 
36C - 24 - 38 and was considered remarkably curvaceous for 
one who carried such a slender and delicate frame.  

       On this day, she wore a silk shell and a long broom skirt 
that was easily translucent against the sunlight.  Even a casual 
observer could detect that she wore neither a slip, nor a panty.  
I envied her boldness as much as her sense of freedom.  I, of 
course, always wore a thong to conceal what remained of my 
male appendage.  It was considerably smaller than it had been 
before I began taking female hormones.  Still, it needed to be 
kept secret so as not to reveal my original sex.

       Mistress Tanya stood and watched as I prepared the area 
for our lunch.  I spread the blankets across what appeared to 
be the most comfortable area, then set out the foods and 
eating utensils.  Our wine glasses rested on two books.

       After our lunch, Mistress lay on her back with her knees 
raised.  She seemed very pleased and satisfied.

        "I'm glad you brought the wine glasses," she commented.  
"I was afraid we'd be drinking wine out of paper cups.  You've 
been a good hostess and a good girl."

        "Thank you, mistress," I answered, quite pleased that she 
was kind enough to compliment my efforts.

        "Are you smiling?" she asked.

        "Yes, mistress."

        "Tell me why."

        "Because it makes me happy to know I have pleased 
you, mistress," I answered.

        Mistress did not reply.  She raised the hem of her skirt to 
her waist and said, "Attend to my pearl."

        I immediately moved to position my head between her 
parted thighs.  Then, I licked, kissed, sucked and savored the 
treasure of her feminine passage.  Twenty minutes later, she 
sighed at the relief brought to her through the orgasm my 
tongue and lips had delivered.

        "That was wonderful, Roberta!"

        "Thank you, mistress," I whispered.  "Again, I am happy to 
please you."

        "Yes, you're a very good girl and a very skillful pet," she 
replied.

        It was euphoric to watch the smile upon her face.  Her 
happiness had become my happiness -- her contentment 
mine.

        "Tell me something, Roberta," she began.  "Are there any 
pleasurable feelings left in your male part?  Are you able to 
become erect?"

        "No, mistress," I answered almost apologetically.  "It has 
become useless, sexually."

        "So your anus has become your portal or pleasure," she 
inquired.

         "Yes, mistress."

         "So, you do not regret your decision to become my 
female pet," she inquired."

        "No, mistress," I responded with considerable 
enthusiasm.  I have absolutely no desire to have any part with 
being a male.  My happiness is in being female, particularly 
since I belong to you.

        "I shall determine this for myself," she replied.

        Then she removed several clamping clothes pins from 
her bag and ordered me to remove my cut-offs and thong.  I 
did as she ordered.

        "Sit with your thighs parted," she commanded.  Again, I 
obeyed her instructions explicitly.

        Mistress Tanya caressed my male appendage for several 
minutes and was delighted to see it could not respond to her 
loving touch.  Then she began attaching the clothes pins to 
areas of my scrotum and male shaft.  The pain was 
excruciating and soon caused me to writhe and perspire.

        She sat and watched me wince -- my misery clearly 
evident in my face.

        "I do this because I love you, Roberta," she commented.  
"It is one thing to become a woman and another to be 
dedicated to being a woman.  I must know that your dedication 
is genuine and that I have made a woman of you for the rest 
of your life."

        "I understand, mistress," I replied -- the pain undeniably in 
my tone of voice.

        "Would you like me to remove them now?" she asked.

        "Yes, mistress!  Yes, mistress!  Please!" I begged.  
"Please remove them!"

        She smiled, then said, "You need only tell me that you 
want to be a man, and I will remove them."

        "I am not a man," I yelled.  "I have no desire to be a man, 
and I will never be a man again, mistress."

        I closed my eyes, grimaced, but refused to utter a single 
word.  It seemed that hours had passed, but my mistress later 
informed me that she had only kept the clothespins on an 
additional 15-minutes.

        I cannot explain the relief I felt as she slowly and carefully 
removed each clothespin.  My entire body was covered with 
perspiration.  Still, I managed a smile and managed to thank 
her.

        "Feel fortunate that you have passed my test," she 
explained.  "If you had said one word about being a male, I 
would have dismissed you as my female pet."

        "I will never disappoint you, Mistress Tanya," I replied.  "It 
would be as much a disappointment to you as to myself.  I am, 
and shall always be, a dedicated female submissive.

         She smiled and watched as I packed her belongings.  I 
followed a few steps to her rear as we exited through the field 
of flowers. 


RAD

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