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I. EARLY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES:
I am convinced that our early childhood has an enormous influence and impact on us that we can never escape. In my case, I was very sexually active from an extremely early age. My Mother and I were very close. I worshipped and adored her and while I’m sure she never thought of our relationship in a sexual context, I can clearly remember having very naughty thoughts about her and some of her friends. My sister has told me that even as a baby I took every opportunity to play with my penis whenever they changed my diaper and that it actually used to get hard. I remember as early as Age 4 being terribly embarrassed, ashamed and excited when my Mother lifted me up on the table to change my pants in front of one of her female friends, Fern Miller. When she pulled my underpants down, my little tiny cock was rock hard and sticking straight out. Fern and she laughed and thought it was cute. "Such a little boy!" Fern told my mother: "I've always said he's too beautiful to be a boy. He would make such a cute little girl." Later that day while Fern was babysitting me, I fell into a stream and soaked my clothes. Fern couldn't resist dressing me in a frilly little girl's dress while my clothes were being cleaned. The worst part was that I remember loving the feel of the silky lace panties and my little cock was hard all day long. I was so embarrassed and so relieved that Fern never said anything to my Mother.
While I was growing up, my Mother and Father slept in different bedrooms and when I got scared at night, I would run into my Mother’s bedroom and climb into bed with her. I used to nuzzle my Mother’s breasts and can remember waking up in the middle of the night sucking on her nipples with my cock rock hard. At the time, I didn’t think much about it since I was a breast fed baby and my sister tells me I was breast fed much longer than most children. I also remember waking up sucking on my Mother’s breasts and felt her push my head down, down , down until my face was resting on her silky panties on her Mons Venus. I remember smelling that sweet, delightful odor and being excited by it. I couldn't resist nuzzling into those delightful panties as I licked, sucked and nibbled. At about age 8, I remember waking up and having her embrace me in her sleep. At the time, I was sure she was sound asleep. Looking back, I now wonder. I was a late in life baby and by this time My Mother was in her Mid-Forties. Knowing now how many women have a sexual renaissance in their forties, I do sometimes wonder. In any event, My Mother embraced me and pulled me on top of her. My little cock was rock hard and I felt it wedge between her legs and rub delightfully against her silky panties. It felt incredibly warm, wet and delicious. She started to rock me back and forth with my cock just rubbing against her panties and her clit. There was no penetration but it was very close. Suddenly, she did awake and pushed me off of her. Shortly after that, she made it clear that I was now a big boy and should not come into her room at night any more.
It was shortly after that when I had my first female sexual experience. It was with an older female cousin who was staying at our house. She actually seduced me. She was quite forceful, even then. She obviously had clear Domme personality traits and, not surprisingly, has a wimpy husband today. She loved wrestling with me because she always won and would pin me down, tickle me until I cried and then would laugh at what a wimp I was. Frequently, I would get an erection when she pinned me down and was sitting on top of me. She would tease me unmercifully about the bulge in my pants, especially when I was wearing shorts that would "tent" out. One day she actually "Depantsed" me, took my gym shorts and refused to give them back until I showed her how a guy jerked off. Then, that evening while our parents were pre-occupied playing cards downstairs, she quietly sneaked into my bedroom and slipped under the covers with me. She took complete control of me and showed me exactly what to do. I didn't fuck her, she fucked me as she forced me onto my back, pinned my hands down and forced her cunt down over my hard cock. As she rode me roughly and savagely, her face was filled with the lust of a tigress on the prowl. When I shot off prematurely and unexpectedly, she slapped my face, cursed me and then climbed up over me and smothered my face with her cunt as she ordered me to clean up the mess I had made. She kept riding my face, virtually smothering me with her cunt, until she had exhausted herself with multiple orgasms. She was clearly the FUCKOR and I was the FUCKEE. Needless to say, I was shaken, trembling and breathless with a combination of fear, lust, trauma and excitement. It was a combination of pain and pleasure that I would fantasize about for the rest of my life. She threatened to beat the shit out of me if I told anyone about our sexual activites.
Although somewhat unusual, this first experience with a girl caused me to try playing similar sex games, where I was in control, with several other female cousins and in at least two cases successfully. However, one of them had been schooled by her mother not to take off her panties. She had no problem stripping down to her panties and letting me play with her. In fact, I was even able to push aside her panties and eat her pussy and rub my cock into it. However. she objected to my continual efforts to remove her panties. Finally, she complained to My Mother who chastised me severely. Unfortunately, when she lowered my pants and spanked my ass, I got an erection, which infuriated her even more.
II. The "BOYS CLUB"
When I was 10 years old, I was playing with boys who were 4 to 5 years older because they were the only boys in the neighborhood. They had a boys club out in the woods that I desperately begged them to let me join. Initially they told me they didn't think I was "brave" enough to join. Then, they warned me that I probably wouldn't be able to endure the tests and/or challenges necessary to become a member. Finally, I begged and pleaded with them until they agreed to at least let me try to prove I was man enough to earn membership in their club. However, I first had to pass the "initiation test."
They took me to their clubhouse in the woods, blindfolded me and made me drink a "mystery concoction" (i.e. liquor). When I was finally quite drunk, they "Depansted" me. Their intent was to paddle me, but they were so shocked by the tiny size of my cock they were at first amazed, baffled and, finally, amused. "Look", one of them exclaimed, "he's got the smallest cock we've ever seen." Another boy corrected him, "That's not a cock, it's more like a little girl's clit." "Do we let girls into this club?" a third boy inquired. "Yes, of course," said the leader of the club, "but only if they are properly dressed. You boys need to put him in clothes more appropriate for a little boy with a peanut sized dick." One of the boys removed my blindfold and I stared in disbelief as two of the boys approached me holding out women's lingerie and a dress. I tried to fight them off but they threw me down and held me spreadeagled as one of them began whacking my cock and balls with a riding crop. The pain was excruciating and I began to cry as I begged them to stop and promised to do whatever they wanted if they would only stop whipping my cock with that crop. Once I verbally accepted my "forced" feminization, they proceeded to strip me totally naked, dress me in silky lace panties, mesh stockings, garter belt, bra, slip, a dress and a wig they had stolen from their sisters and/or mothers. When I was fully "dressed", they paraded me around blindfolded as they laughed, hooted and made fun of my Sissy attire and my tiny cock. They made me admit what a naughty little Sissyslut I was and forced me to beg them to treat me like a little slut whore.
Finally, they tired of taunting and teasing me, and announced I was ready to begin the initiation process. They bent me over a barrel and tied my hands and legs spreadeagled to four posts so that my face was about 2-3 feet high and my ass was totally vulnerable. Then, they flipped up my dress and my slip, pulled down my panties and took a paddle and a whip and began spanking my ass slowly at first, then harder and sharper until I began to cry out from the stinging pain. They told me that if I wanted to become a member of their club, I had to prove I could handle a little pain. They did this until my ass was burning and tears were streaming down my cheeks as I sobbed and pleaded with them to stop. "To help ease the pain", they had me smoke a weird tasting "cigarette" that I later learned was marijuana and which, indeed, helped turn the pain into a more pleasureable sensation.
When I was appropriately drunk and high, they announced it was time for my "Prostate Exam." One of the boys put on a latex glove, lathered it and my ass with KY Jelly, and then slowly and gradually inserted his fingers into my ass until he was "fucking" me with his hand. As he skillfully manipulated me, he couldn't help but notice that my little cock was rock hard and so he started teasing me and pointing out to the other guys how I must obviously like getting fucked. . .just like a little girl. Then, he suggested they should find out if I liked sucking cock as much as I liked getting fucked. So, they pulled out a banana and began forcing it in and out of my mouth as they all laughed, hooted and commented on what a good "little cocksucker" I was. Finally, one of the guys with the biggest cock grabbed my head and began brushing the huge engorged crown of his cock back and forth across my face as he slapped it against my cheeks, mouth and lips. As he tried to push it into my mouth, I resisted and of course they spanked and whipped me unmercifully until I opened my mouth; and then, they forced me to suck on the cock like a greedy, needy, wanton little slut whore. They all laughed as the first boy shot off with such force and so much creamy white male cum that I nearly gagged as it filled my throat, mouth and spilled out over my lips as he pulled out and sprayed his last shot all over my face. Although I found this somewhat repulsive, I quickly learned to accept, tolerate and perhaps even "enjoy" the experience as five more of his mates took their turns fucking my mouth and then spraying me with large loads of thick, white creamy male nectar. Eventually, they all lined up to take turns feeding their cocks into my mouth while, at the same time, some of the other boys took turns fucking my ass. Although totally humiliated and embarrassed, I was so drunk, so high, so determined to prove I could pass their tests; and, I might add, so sexually excited by the spankings and so young, I submitted to this treatment as a "rite of passage" to gain entrance to their "inner circle." I didn't think of myself as gay nor as a sissy, I just thought this was a necessary requirement to be "one of the boys."
Once I had "passed" the initiation test, I also got to join in the "hazing" of other new recruits and, as a member, frequently engaged in "circle jerks" and the occasional "gang bangs" of neighborhood slut girls who expressed an interest in the club. These older boys became my friends and because I was an outstanding athlete, I got to play on their sports teams. As a result, I matured faster sexually and athletically than my peers. I've always thought this was one of the major reasons I was selected to the All State Basketball Team in High School and set several school scoring records.
III. THE BABYSITTER:
When I was still a boy, one of my babysitters, who had become frustrated with trying to control me, caught me in my older sister's closet sniffing her panties and bra and trying on her clothes. Intially she was furious with me. Angrily, she pulled my pants down, put me over her knee and gave me a vigorous spanking with a hair brush until my ass was bright pink and stinging sore. . .and. . .of course, my little clit/cock was engorged. When she stood me up and saw how hard and how small it was, she just laughed and said I deserved to be dressed up like a little girl. Then she was struck by a compelling thought. She decided that I wouldn't run out of the house and to the playground without her permission if I was dressed as a little girl. At first, I struggled and tried to resist her, but she took pictures of me dressed in my sister's clothes and threatened to tell my mom. Knowing my mom would kill me, I reluctantly allowed her to put me in panties, bra, stockings, a slip and a dress. Then, she carefully applied full make up to me. At that age, about 10, I was thin and my skin was fair so I really looked like a little girl. I was incredibly embarrassed and humiliated but I couldn't help loving the feel of the silky panties and I thought I actually looked kind of cute.
Shortly after this event, my parents went away for a three day weekend and left me in the care of the babysitter. Of course, she now bathed and dressed me as a little sissy boy as soon as she arrived. One evening, I awoke to hear moaning sounds coming from her bedroom and went to check them out. She was lying on the bed totally naked and my large dog was between her legs licking and slurping at her pussy. I was so shocked I actually tumbled into her room. Of course, she was furious and demanded to know why such a little sissy boy was spying on her. I couldn't help smirking which angered her even more so she grabbed me, spanked me until I cried and then ordered me to kneel between her legs and take the dog's place. She then took pictures of me dressed in female lingerie licking, lapping and sucking her pussy and her ass. From that night forward, she owned me.
A few weeks later, she was babysitting for me when her boy friend came to visit. She insisted on parading me around in front of him and made me pull up my skirt and slip, pull down my panties and show him my little clit/cock. It was so embarrasing and humiliating as they both laughed and made jokes about how small it was. Since her boy friend was the older brother of one of the boys who initiated me into their club, he told her he was not surprised at what a good little sissy I was since I had plenty of practice sucking the cocks of his younger brother and his friends. She expressed shocked disbelief and said she would believe him only if he made me do it right there in front of her. At first, I refused which only angered him. He grabbed me, jerked me up off my feet and punched me right in the stomach. I gasped, coughed and fell backward as tears fell down my cheeks and I cowered in fear. He only laughed and pulled me up on my knees in front of him as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his monstrous, bulbous cock. I was terrified!!! The head of his cock looked like the size of a tennis ball and his shaft was thick, long and hard with big veins running the whole length of it. I had never seen a cock that big. He grabbed the back of my head and forced his big, thick cock into my mouth as my babysitter cheered him on. Roughly he fucked my mouth just like it was a kunt, jamming it deeper and deeper until I gagged. I thought it would never end. He just laughed, told me what a good little cocksucker I was and finally shot a huge load of creamy white cum down my throat. From then on, he was a regular visitor whenever my babysitter came over to watch me and the two of them found ever more creative ways for me to serve them and to humiliate me. Although I always acted as though they were "forcing" me to serve them, I found myself secretly looking forward to their visits and have frequently fantasized about those events.
However, the experiences I enjoyed the most were those times when her closest and most intimate girlfriend, whom she could trust to keep a secret, would come by to visit and "help" her babysit. She would parade me in front of her girlfriend. The two of them would giggle, laugh and humiliate me as they enjoyed bathing, dressing and "playing" with me just like I was a "Baby Doll" or a piece of property. Unfortunately, this lasted only for about a year since my babsitter went off to college and her replacement was always very prim and proper, even though I dropped several hints, including letting her "catch me" in the closet playing with panties and bras. However, she simply reprimanded me severely.
IV. THE “FARM LADY”:
By Age 16, I had had numerous sexual experiences that prepared me well for my experience with the Farm Lady. She was a friend of My Mother’s who attended our Church. Her husband had been in an accident and was paralyzed from the waist down. Consequently, My Mother, being a good Christian Lady, offered my services to the Farm Lady. During the summer, I moved into a make shift apartment in their barn so I could help her with chores and help her manage the farm.
One night, she caught me masturbating. Initially, she appeared shocked and dismayed. I was obviously terrified. She threatened to tell My Mother which terrified me even more. Seeing how visibly upset I was, she suddenly became very thoughtful and her mood changed. She told me she would promise never to tell My Mother if I obeyed her completely and did whatever she directed me to do. She told me to take a shower and then come to her bedroom. She was laying on the bed face down naked, except for a towel across her derrierre. She told me to take some lotion and massage her back and legs but I was not to touch her ass. For a week, I did this every night.
I now understand, she was waiting to see if I would say anything to My Mother at Church that Sunday. Once she was convinced I was discreet, she was ready to advance my training. The next week, she told me to draw her a bubble bath and directed me to come in and soap her back. After a couple of weeks, she had me bathing her completely. She would allow me to wash her breasts and her ass, but I still couldn’t touch her pussy. This whole time, I was completely clothed. Finally, one night when I went to her room, she had me strip naked and lie down on the bed face up. She tied my wrists and ankles to the bed. Then she straddled my chest and proceeded to instruct me on how to lick, suck and eat her pussy as she rode my mouth to an orgasm. She then climbed on top of my cock and rode it until I shot off in her pussy. For the rest of that summer, I was her little sex slave. She taught me to worship and adore her and had me spend hours licking her clit. She was upset that I came so quickly and taught me how to hold off for hours. I absolutely totally loved it.
During the Winter, I continued to work for the Farm Lady on weekends and when the next summer rolled around, I moved back to her farm. During one of our love making sessions, The Farm Lady, began to fantasize with me about how much fun it would be to have another boy join us. Finally, she directed me to approach one of my friends. She carefully instructed me on who to approach and how to do it. There were three major requirements: (1) he must have a large cock and (2) the boy must be discreet, and (3) I must arrange to set him up so she could catch him masturbating just like she caught me. My cock is below average in size and she was clearly a seeking deeper penetration and she wanted the same kind of leverage over him to make sure he was discreet. I knew exactly who to approach. One of my closest friends had a huge cock. It was thick and 9” long . So, during the remainder of that summer, The Farm Lady enjoyed the services of two healthy young boys. Eventually, she forced us to play with each other for her amusement and enjoyment.
I grew to love The Farm Lady and even after I went off to College, I used to come back to visit her on a regular basis. I think of her often and genuinely appreciate all that she taught me. Interestingly enough, she also taught me how to dominate women. She taught me how much women truly love sex and she provided me with the insight that girls just needed to be forced a little to overcome the inhibitions society taught little girls. So, subsequent to my experiences with The Farm Lady, I began aggressively seducing (“forcing”) many young ladies into compromising positions and during my four years as an Undergraduate, I really got into a swinging lifestyle. Those were also the sixties which ushered in hippies, drugs and Free Love. I indulged myself completely.
V. THE FIRST WIFE:
My first wife was a very demure, very proper young lady. She grew up in a house directly across the street from me. Our parents knew each other and we went to the same school. However, she was four years younger than me so we never dated nor had any sexual interest in each other while we were children. We became lovers during the summer prior to my Senior Year in College. She was a good little Catholic girl so it was quite a challenge for me to seduce her. Even though I had learned a lot, she was filled with guilt and inhibitions.
We had not been dating very long before I realized how much I had come to love a swinging lifestyle. I just couldn’t stop thinking about sex and longed for more variety. So, I hit on a plan of seducing her into the lifestyle that I initiated during our Honeymoon. This involved taking her to a nude beach, tricking her into flashing other guys, fucking her in public places and fantasizing about having other men fuck her in front of me. However, it took me three more years to seduce her into the lifestyle and the story is worth a whole book, but it finally happened because she was so submissive, so eager to please me and enjoyed sex so much. We were living in married student housing at the time and there were plenty of other young married couples who had the same naughty ideas we did. It wasn’t long before we were having wife swapping parties. My First Wife absolutely loved all the attention, all the sex and. . . .she especially enjoyed guys with Long, Thick, Big Cocks. At first, we always played together. However, it wasn’t long before she started playing alone. She would go out on “dates”. At first with one guy, but eventually she got into gang bangs and started doing Bachelor Parties and Fraternity Parties. One night I came home and caught her with a group of men. By this time, our roles had started to switch and she chastised me for interrupting her fun. Given her dominant attitude, the guys encouraged her to humiliate her little cuckhold husband. I am not now, nor have I ever been wimpy. In fact, just the opposite. However, I had been drinking, smoking pot and having sex with another guy’s wife and was just blasted enough to go along with the gag!?!? My First Wife loved the experience and, shortly thereafter, presented me with a "New Marriage Contract" that confirmed and defined our new "Fem/Dom/Submissive Hubbie" roles by explicitly laying out 10 non-negotiable demands. One of those 10 points required me to be "forcibly feminized" and to take on an alternative feminine personality named karli kunt. The other 9 points included detailed descriptions of how I would agree to obey her and service her lovers. She threatened to divorce me unless I agreed to her demands. I loved her dearly, didn't want to lose her or my daughter and knew that with my tiny cock, it would be difficult to find and keep any other woman. In addition, I couldn't bring myself to tell my Mother my marriage had failed and risk having my wife tell her I had encouraged, persuaded and seduced her into having sex with other men. Consequently, this became a steady part of our play. Of course, I rationalized that I was really not a bi-sexual sissy, but was being "forced" into this to preserve my marriage.
VI. THE HARVARD MED STUDENT:
In order to complete my Ph.D. Dissertation research, I had to examine a private collection of papers and correspondance that was housed at The Baker Library on The Harvard University Campus in Cambridge, Massachusetts. As it turned out, my first wife's closest girlfriend from High School had married an African American guy who was a student at Harvard Medical School. Consequently, I contacted Brandy and Barry and arranged to stay with them while I completed my research. Brandy was a striking raven haired beauty with a sexy little figure who had also been a teenage lover of mine. She was the rich little daughter of a wealthy physician and had been very wild in High School. It was a real scandal in our small rural Midwestern town when she married a Black Man. Barry was tall, thin, handsome and very intelligent. He had won a full scholarship to Harvard Medical and was a very charming and engaging individual. I had met him a handful of times and he also struck me as being a bit wild, precocious and a little too interested in drugs and sex. After several drinks at their wedding reception, he had invited me out into the garden to smoke a joint and; then, told me that Brandy had shared everything with him about her prior sexual escapades with me. He encouraged me to share with him the details of how I had seduced and fucked his wife when we dated in High School. He specifically wanted to know if it was true that she had never reached an orgasm when I was fucking her with my cock as opposed to when I was licking her pussy. In order to loosen me up, Barry began indiscreetly sharing intimate details of Brandy's sexual activities with him. I thought it a bit odd but attributed it to the liquor and the pot. Consequently, it was with mixed feelings that I looked forward to staying at their apartment.
The first night at their apartment in Boston, we renewed our friendship at a wonderful dinner that featured a couple of bottles of wine. By the time the three of us returned to their apartment, we were all pretty drunk and pretty tipsy, in fact we were whacked. Once inside the apartment, we sat in the center of their living room floor with another bottle of wine and continued to get even drunker as Barry lit up a joint and passed it around. The more we drank and smoked, the more out of control we became. At one point, Barry started telling me about a new method he had discovered for improving your mental focus and sharpening your ability to compete academically. He asked me if I would like to try it and,of course, I was eager to discover anything that would give me a mental edge.
Barry turned on the TV and the VCR and asked me to focus on the TV screen. At first I was puzzled because the only thing on the screen was a spinning wheel with black and white alternating circular lines. However, the more I looked at it, my mind began to become obsessed with the rotations of the wheel. Barry encouraged me to relax and to open my mind. In a soft, soothing, quiet voice he began to guide me and encourage me to relax my mind, my muscles and my inhibitions. I felt incredibly relaxed and sleepy and soon could barely see the wheel but could clearly hear his voice. My mind entered an incredibly delightful zone of relaxed pleasure and excitement as my breathing deepened, my eyes closed and I felt my body ease back and down until I was lying on the floor flat on my back. I felt my belt being unbuckled and sensed that my pants were being pulled down and off of my legs and briefly the thought crossed my mind as to why I wasn't objecting to this. By this time, however, I was no longer even conscious of Barry's voice, but I recall feeling an overwhelming and almost obsessive impulse and desire to play with my cock. Urgently and boldly, that single obsessive thought crowded everything else out of my mind including any "normal" inhibitions or "natural" embarrassment that would have prevented me from jerking off in front of Barry and Brandy. In fact, they no longer even existed in my mind as a single giant sized image of me playing with my hard cock totally dominated my thoughts. Masturbating suddenly seemed like the most important, most "natural" and most urgent desire, need and focus in my life. It was as if nothing else mattered. I JUST ABSOLUTLELY FUCKING HAD TO STROKE MY COCK!!! I do remember partially awaking and being surprised that I was totally naked. I didn't remember getting fully undressed and I couldn't remember where I was. However, I do remember the compulsive, obsessive focus I had on stroking my cock and how incredibly good it felt. In fact, better than anytime ever.
I must have been slightly startled by voices because I could hear giggling, whispers and shuffling around me and I heard Brandy tell Barry: "See, I told you he had a teeny, tiny litle cock. But don't worry, he more than makes up for it with his oral skills. I'm just concerned that he is too straight arrow to submit to the kind of kinky stuff you like to do. After all, he was both the best scholar and the best athlete in our High School Class and he was very active in the church." As if in a fog, I could hear Barry respond: "Don't worry baby, that will make this all the more fun. Trust me, I've never yet met a tiny dicked white boy that didn't respond with a hard cock to the D & D treatment. There are no exceptions and the tinier the cock, the more receptive they will be. Do you see how small his ball sac is? You can be sure he has minimal Testosterone production and suffers from a low sperm count. This boy doesn't have a dick; he's got a large clit. I've studied this syndrome and the research indicates this type of boy has chemical and pyschological characteristics that guarantee he will have strong latent feminine traits. Everytime a boy like this is exposed to other naked boys in the locker room showers, at circle jerks and/or other boys nude activities such as "skinny dipping" and the inevitable Gang Bang, it reinforces his sexual inferiority and builds a powerful sub-conscious proclivity to embrace his feminine personality. Deep in the secret recesses of his mind, he has probably fantasized, dreamed and imagined himself performing female functions. It is only his inhibitions and the teachings of society that have kept him from acting on his fantasies.You will be amazed how easily and eagerly he accepts the treatment, once we are able to neutralize his conscious inhibitions and establish direct contact with his subconscious mind."
For a moment, just for an instant, my mind wandered and I felt puzzled, confused and lost. What the hell was the "D & D Treatment" and what was I doing stark naked, masturbating in Barry and Brandy's living room. I felt an impulse to run, to hide and to escape. Everything he said was true. My sperm count was low and my whole life I had been intimidated by the size of the other boys cocks in the locker room. I used to awake in the middle of the night confused, puzzled and alarmed by some of my sexual dreams. Unfortunately, I was so embarrassed hearing his commentary on my tiny dick that my humiliation overwhelmed my fear, my anger and my desire to flee. Ironically, his almost clinical description of my "syndrome" simply made me feel even more inferior, more submissive and even more compelled to acknowledge Barry's superiority as his soft, soothing voice redirected my focus to the TV screen and the spinning wheel. The last thing I remember was his soft, mellow, beautifully reassuring voice as I fell back asleep.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I awoke, I was all alone in their living room. I looked around but they were nowhere in sight. I was still naked but felt no shame or embarrasment. Instead, I felt an overwhelming desire, need and urgent focus to crawl across the hardwood floor towards their bedroom door. I can remember it was slightly open and I could hear Brandy and Barry whispering, laughing and giggling as I struggled to crawl towards them. As I approached the door, I was momentarily confused because I could make out two naked silhouettes in the darkness. One was tall and thin like Barry and, with the minimal light from some candles, I could see his long, thick, hard cock jutting out from his waist at a 45 degree angle. I remember wondering if it was real since it was so fucking big and thick. The other silhouette looked like Brandy. I could see the outline of her breasts and her sensuous hour glass figure, but I was puzzled and confused by the outline of a big, thick cock jutting almost straight out from her waist. How could Brandy have a cock? I heard Barry command me to kneel in front of them and I remember seeing the harness of a strap-on dildo around her waist. Then Barry told me to look deeply into his eyes and to repeat after him a series of words that made no sense to me.
After that, I remember very little except for one vignette that to this day continues to haunt my memory. I was lying on my back with my arms spread out above my head, my wrists in restraints and tied to the bedposts. I could see and feel the pressure of Barry straddling my chest and could see directly in front of my face his huge and fully engorged cockhead as he rubbed it across my lips. Beyond Barry I could feel Brandy kneeling between my legs as she pushed them up high above my head so my ass was fully exposed and I felt a fullness and combination pleasure/pain in my ass as a dildo slipped in and out of it. As she fucked me, Brandy stroked my little cock which was so hard it was almost about to burst. I could hear Barry saying to Brandy. "See, I told you. With a Dick in his mouth and a Dildo in his ass, he's just like every other little dicked white boy. A hard cock never lies. Consciously they will protest they're not gay, but subconsciously their hard little cocks always betray just how much they love the 'D & D Treatment'. Once they have been fucked a few times and have been forced to suck a BIG COCK, especially a BIG BLACK COCK, they will become addicted to it and all their homophobic objections will disappear. Subconsciously, they will associate sucking a thick, hard cock with supremely pleasurable sensations and whenever they see one, they will have an irresistable urge to touch it, play with it and suck it." Brandy replied: "Quiet Barry, I think he might be coming out of it." Then, I heard Barry say just one word: "Target". However, I don't remember anything after that.
I woke up in my own bedroom the next morning still totally naked. My head ached from a horrible hangover, my ass was sore and seemed to be dripping what smelled and looked like creamy male nectar. My mouth had a strange aftertaste, my throat was sore, my face and hair were caked with cum and my whole body ached. I felt incredibly puzzled and disoriented. I went back to sleep and slept literally all day.
Finally, I woke up, showered and went out to look for my hosts. They were just sitting down to dinner and invited me to join them as if nothing unusual had happened the prior evening. When I tried to discuss my puzzled memories and recollections of the prior evening, they just laughed and said I must have been dreaming. They told me I had fallen asleep on the living room sofa and they had gone to bed. When they woke up in the morning, I was in my bed. However, they did quiz me at length about exactly what I did remember and kept asking me questions about the details; but, they just laughed at my confused, incomplete, bizarre and limited memories of the prior evening's activities. They seemed relieved and reassured that my memory was hazy and convinced me I must have been having a "Wet Dream." Over the years, we got together several more times and there were other similar evenings that finally convinced me they had indeed been hypnotizing me and playing with me for years. After persuading them that I could mentally handle the truth, they eventually confirmed my suspicions. We are still friends and occasionally get together. However, they still like to put me into a hypnotic trance that precludes me from having a full memory of all the events. Barry insists it is necessary to insure the protection of his professional reputation and to be assured of complete discretion. It makes me wonder and worry about what else they might be doing to me while I'm under their control.
VII. THE HEALTH CLUB:
A few months after the encounter with Barry and Brandy, I took a part-time job at a Businessmen's Athletic Club. The club was housed in a building owned by the Catholic Church and was located in the Central Business District that bordered a predominantly poor black area of the city. In the auditorium next to the club's pool they held bingo games that drew large crowds from the surrounding neighborhood. It was a great job. It was a small club and I was the only attendant on the night shift from 5 - 9 PM. During the day, they had a full time masseur, but he left at 6PM. Because our shifts overlapped, I used to sit and watch him give massages. We became good friends and he agreed to teach me how to give a massage so I could make a little extra money by providing that service at night. I enjoyed it but initially there wasn't much business at night. Many nights there were so few men in the club that they would ask me to play hand ball or racquet ball with them since they couldn't find any competition. A tall African American who was a former professional basketball player struck up a friendship with me. When we played racquetball, he enjoyed intimidating me when he won, which was most of the time. He loved forcing me to carry his racket and gym bag or do some other menial task that acknowledged his superiority. Although the club closed at 9PM, he started coming in after hours to play from 9-10PM. Because it was so late when we finished, he didn't bother to shower but simply wore his gym clothes home where he showered before going to bed. He usually came in on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. On Tuesday and Thursday, I usually stayed late to swim naked in the club's pool.
One Tuesday night I was swimming naked and was sitting on the diving board playing with my cock when I heard giggles, whispers and other sounds at the door of the pool. It was a bingo night and two sexy black girls, who looked to be about 18 years old, had gotten bored with bingo. In their search for excitement, they had figured out they could peek through the ventilation slats in the door to the pool and could catch glimpses of my naked body. Initially, I was embarrassed but my eager dick twitched and pulsed as I enjoyed the thrill of these hot, young girls secretly sneaking a peek at my wet throbbing cock. I wrapped a towel around me and went out another door and sneaked up behind them as they peered through the slats in the door. I caught them totally by surprise and they were shocked, but curious. I told them I would give them a tour of the club if they wanted. Obviously, I had my own agenda. I figured if they wanted to see my cock, they didn't have to peek through the door. I planned to give them a real good look at it. However, as we toured the club, I discovered just how young they were. Some girls are physically precocious and although they had the beautifully developed breasts, hips and body of a young adult, they were only 12 Years Old. Suddenly, I was too nervous about their ages to run the risk of initiating any sexual activity. After showing them around, I reluctantly but politely directed them out of the club.
When the girls were gone I dropped my towel and went down to the locker rooms to shower. As the hot water poured over me, I closed my eyes and fantasized about what could have happened as I tried to relieve my frustration through masturbation. My sexual fantasies were interrupted by the sound of giggles and whispers. I opened my eyes to discover the two girls had sneaked back into the club and were peering around the corner of the shower watching me jerk off. My first reaction was embarrassment and, without thinking, I instinctively grabbed a towel to cover my cock and balls. But they were shameless and bold. "C'mon white boy, show us your wings?" they demanded. Wings? Did they mean my cock? As I left the shower they were waiting for me. "C'mon, drop that towel whitey, we want to see what a little white dickie looks like." Without even considering the consequences, I obeyed their commands. If they wanted to look, who was I to deny their wish?
As the towel dropped to my feet and my cock sprang rigidly to attention, they moved towards me and each of them reached out and started stroking my cock and playing with my balls. Instinctively, I slipped my hands down inside the waist band of their jeans underneath the elastic band of their panties and started massaging their clits and pussies. For a few minutes we stood there locked in an exquisite moment of exploration and discovery. Their pussies were so incredibly wet N juicy that I responded quickly to their inexperienced but eager manipilations of my cock and balls. In no time, I could feel the pleasure building as I worked hard to mentally keep from prematurely shooting my load. As one of them french kissed me with the passion and heat of an experienced concubine, I forgot all about how young they were and my mind began dancing with erotic images of one of them riding my hard cock while the other one ground her luscious, juicy, wet cunt onto my face, mouth, lips and tongue. Somehow, I managed to undo their jeans, unzip them and tug their panties down to their ankles so they could nimbly and eagerly step out of them. Suddenly, these two sensuous little nymphs, who were eager to experiment and explore their sexuality, were standing stark naked in front of me, displaying the lovely and irresistable charms of curious, lusty pre-teen girls who were eagerly open to fulfilling my most erotic and naughty fantasies. They wantonly pressed their soft, smooth, hot little bodies into mine as they took turns flicking their tongues across the tip of mine as we passionately exchanged French Kisses. Eagerly, wantonly and needily they reached down to wrap their hot little hands around my cock as their magic fingers danced delicately up and down my throbbing shaft and tickled the sensitive tip of my engorged crown.
They had just started rubbing the tip of my cock against their furry little pussies when this odd menage a trois was abruptly and rudely interrupted by the sound of a deep male voice booming out: "What the hell do you think you're doing?" We were all so shocked that my cock started jerking, twitching and erupting as I involuntarily shot creamy white cum all over the one girl's hands, tummy, pubic hair and thighs. My Black friend who played handball with me had changed his routine and had come into play on Tuesday night. He brusquely ordered the girls to get dressed, quickly shooed them out of the club and came back to give me a stern lecture about the legal consequences of fooling around with underage girls, especially black girls. He laughed and made some sarcastic comments about my premature ejaculation and my tiny cock. He quizzed me about my sex life and specificaly asked if my wife ever reached an orgasm with that tiny gherkin of mine. Humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed, I reluctantly admitted that I could only bring her to orgasm with my tongue. He put his arm around me and for the first time treated me like a trusted long time buddy or a beloved younger brother as he told me not to worry, reassured me that he understood completelely and explained that I was not the only white boy with a tiny dick who had sexual performance problems. He promised to show me some sexual techniques that would compensate completely and fully for my miniature cock. He promised to share with me the secret techniques that would allow me to give my wife the joys of both clitoral and vaginal orgasms and provide her with the precious gift of full and complete sexual satisfaction. He assured me that my wife would soon be enjoying some of the most intense orgasms any woman could imagine. The tone of his voice was warm, reassuring and sensitive and I was relieved that at last someone understood my dilemma and was willing to help. At that moment, I would have done anything for him.
Then, he told me to get dressed to play some handball and whoever lost had to give the winner a massage. After we finished playing, he asked me to get him a towel because he was going to shower in the club instead of going home. I didn't think anything about it and after getting him a towel, joined him in the shower. As I soaped up, I couldn't help noticing how BIG my friend's cock was. It was gigantic and humongous. Soft, it still hung down almost to his knees and looked to be as thick as my wrist. I couldn't help staring at it. I had an incredible sense of deja vu looking at that BIG BLACK COCK . It reminded me of Barry and I was suddenly confused and dazed, as if some post-hypnotic suggestion was surfacing in my mind. I couldn't stop staring at that THICK, HARD, LONG CHOCOLATE STICK and, as I stared, my little cock automatically and perversely started to stiffen against my will. However, I was so mesmerzied by his gorgeous cock that I couldn't stop staring, even though my pathetic prick was now visibly, fully and embarrasingly engorged and erect. It was impossible for him not to notice. In a soft, sensuous, inviting voice, he said: "Never seen one this big before, have you? From your reaction, you obviously like what you see. Why don't you come over here and wash it for me?" I was now totally humiliated and desperately looked away as I tried to pretend I really wasn't interested. But he wouldn't let it drop. "Oh c'mon," he said, "I know you want to touch it. It's O.K. No one else is here and I promise I won't tell anyone your secret. I'm flattered you like my BIG COCK so much." As I quickly shut off the water and exited the shower, I said: "Look, I'm not gay and I don't want to touch it. Please, just drop it." Secretly, I was terrified that if I touched it, I wouldn't be able to stop. I knew I had to stop looking at it, try to regain my senses and my dignity and hope that I could mentally will my cock to deflate.
After the shower, he said he would like to collect on his massage. I tried to beg off since I was flustered and fearful of how I would react when I saw that beautiful, gorgeous, long, thick cock again. I tried to persuade him it was too late and promised to do it another night, but he insisted on having a massage right then. A bet was a bet and he wanted to collect right now. Unwilling to make him angry or risk having him complain to my boss, I reluctantly gave in and began massaging his back and legs. When I had finished with his back, he rolled over and I audibly gasped as I came face to face, eyeball to eyeball with his magnificent cock which was now stiff, hard, thick and pointing straight up like a huge, thick log sprouting from his groin . It was so fucking huge! It was by far the biggest cock I had ever seen. I was momentarily dazed as I gazed at it and felt almost hypnotized by its motion just as the the mongoose feels disoriented and defenseless when confronted with the cobra. As that BIG BLACK COCK swayed, swelled up, arched its giant head and throbbed back and forth, I had this incredible, impulsive, almost irresistable urge to reach out and touch it. I felt so vulnerable and receptive when he whispered: "Go ahead and touch it! I saw your pathetic excuse for a little cock stiffen as you stared at it in the shower. You wanted to touch it then, didn't you? C'mon boy, I know you want to touch it now, don't you?" Dazed, humiliated and frightened, I momentarily froze as my mind debated what to do. His cock looked so inviting and I truly was curious what it felt like. However, I had always been "forced" or "tricked" into touching another man's cock. I had never "voluntarily" done it. If I did, it would be like admitting that I was gay or a homosexual and that was taboo.
Initially, my inhibitions, my homophobia and my inner censor overcame my urges and I resisted his suggestion; but he reminded me that he had just caught me with two underage girls and if I wanted him to keep my little secret I better do as he commanded. He then informed me that before interrupting us, he had snapped a couple of pictures of us playing with each other. He reached down into his gym bag and pulled out the camera to reinforce his point. Reluctantly, I realized I had no choice. Once again I felt "forced" to comply. As if I was in a slow motion dream, my mind seemed to leave my body and I felt like I was looking down at myself from the ceiling as he reached out, took my hand and guided it to his thick, hard, throbbing, gigantic cock. It was so thick my fingers could barely reach around the shaft and I was momentarily stunned as I felt it throbbing and pulsing in my hand. Gently, but firmly, he urged me on: "Go ahead boy, touch it, stroke it and play with it. I know you want to see what a "Real Man's" cock feel's like, don't you?"
As if in a trance, I poured some oil over it as I began to more vigorously work my hand up and down that giant pole. I put both hands around it but it was so long there was more than enough room for another hand. I was mentally struck by the contrast between the feel of our two cocks. After years of stroking my pencil thin, little stub, his cock felt so thick, so full, so powerful and so magically erotic and manly in my hands. No wonder my wife preferred a "Real Man's" cock to my little nubbin. I couldn't help but acknowledge the superiority of his BIG BLACK COCK and the thought crossed my mind that perhaps my Creator had made a mistake and I should have been a girl. As I contemplated the inevitablility of submitting to my feminine destiny, I continued to stroke his raging manhood and was only mildly surprised when he said: "C'mon boy, show me what a good little cocksucker you can be. With a tiny cock like yours and the fact you prematurely shot off before even fucking those girls pussies, you'll never be able to satisfy a woman so you may as well start learning how to suck cocks. Perhaps you can learn to satisfy a Man."
Once again, my mind balked as I recoiled at the implications of what I was "voluntarily" about to do. I started to resist; but, as he put his hand on the back of my head and began pushing it down towards his monstrously engorged knob, he reminded me that I could go to jail for fucking with two minor girls. Automatically, instinctinvely and slowly, as if in a trance, my lips and mouth stretched wide to accomodate his huge prick. My hypnotic reverie was briefly interrupted by the click of the camera as he took pictures of me swallowing his engorged cock head, licking it, adoring it and playing with it. Once he had "forced" me past my homophobic inhibitions, it was as if someone had released a mental floodgate. Eagerly, wantonly and uncontrollably I embraced my dark, deep secret desires to worship at the Shrine of his perfectly sculpted Phallic Symbol. As my eyes locked onto his, I could tell we both realized he now owned me. "Get used to it Kunt Boy. You're going to be my little Bitch from now on. I've never met a little dicked white boy who didn't learn to love sucking BIG BLACK COCK and you're no exception Pussy Boy. C'mon, show me what a wanton, eager, cocksucking little Sissyslut you can be", he demanded as he put his hands on the back of my head and forced my mouth up and down his thrusting BLACK POLE. After thoroughly fucking my mouth for almost an hour, as he verbally humiliated me, he finally shot load after load of creamy white cum down my throat. I had never imagined a cock could shoot so many spurts of cum as his balls unloaded, recoiled and shot multiple bursts of hot liquid Testosterone juice into my mouth and all over my face. As he got up to leave, he murmured; "Not bad for your first time, slut boy, but you definitely need a lot more practice." Then, he instructed me to be at his house on Saturday night so I could massage both he and his wife and a couple of his friends.
The two friends turned out to be a white cuckhold couple where the cuck hubbie loved watching his sweet little wife being fucked by BIG BLACK COCK. I was there to provide everyone with massages, set the mood, get them wet and hard and provide clean up service. Since this was my first experience with the concept of a "BULL", I was fascinated by the interaction between the "Bull", the cuck hubby and his hot little wife. I couldn't help thinking how much my wife would enjoy "forcing" me to watch her with my new friend. Unfortunately, he must have been reading my mind, because at the end of the evening, he wanted to know why my wife would ever let me frustrate her with my tiny little weenie when she could have access to the services of a "BULL" like him. When I told him that she "dated" other men to relieve her sexual frustration, he simply laughed and said: "Of course she does! What woman wouldn't look for strange cock if her hubbie was such a wimpy, tiny dicked sissy slut. I knew you were a submissive the first time I met you and I figured you were probably a latent cuckhold. I fully expected you to be wearing silky lace panties to properly cover that male clittie of yours. It's no surprise your sweet, little wife craves BIG COCKS or that she probably keeps you around for your oral skills, your obedience and your money. I can't wait to meet her." Then, he ordered me to bring her to his house on Sunday. He was having some friends over to watch the game and wanted us both to meet them.
When we arrived at his house, we were introduced to four of his former teammates who promptly grabbed me, stripped me naked, tied me to a chair and "forced" me to watch while they ripped off my wife's clothes and gangfucked her for almost four hours until she was "turned" completely into a total SLUT 4 BIG BLACK COCK. They made her beg for it, made her tell them how much better they fucked her than I ever could and made her admit what a needy, wanton slut whore she was. They all laughed at how hard my tiny little clit/cock got just from watching and made me admit how much I loved seeing BIG BLACK COCKS plunging in N out of her wet pussy, eager mouth and tight ass. They made me verbalize how much I looked forward to cleaning up their creampies, how much I wanted to suck their cocks and how much I wished it was me they were fucking. In between sessions of fucking her, they took a black magic marker and wrote on my chest the words: "Sissyslut Cocksucker". On my face they wrote: "Insert Black Cock Here" with arrows pointing to my mouth. On my stomach they wrote: "Kunt Boy Clit" with arrows pointing to my cock. On my lower back they wrote: "Cuckhold Bitch Pussy" and right below it on my ass cheeks they wrote: "Insert Black Cock Here" with arrows pointing to my male kunt. They forced me to put on my wife's silky black lace panties and bra and paint my mouth bright red with her lipstick. Then, they roared with laughter as they thrust their cocks into my face and ordered me to suck them clean and/or get them hard for a second and/or third session with my Hot Slut Wife. They also wrote all over her body with the magic marker. On her stomach, they wrote "Reserved For Black CocK Only". Across her tits they wrote: "Black Cock Whore". On her forehead, they wrote: "Slut 4 Black Cock" and above her mouth, pussy and ass they wrote "Black Cock Fuck Hole" with arrows pinting to each opening.
After she was thoroughly fucked, they untied me so I could clean up her pussy. As I knelt down to lick her glistening pussy lips, I felt a hand pull down my panties and begin lathering my glory hole with KY jelly. The hand was soon replaced with the urgent probing of a very large cockhead. A voice from behind commanded me to : "Hold still kunt girl! It's time to take your cherry and for you to show us what a little fuck slut you can be! " Then I felt a searing pain as his giant cockhead penetrated my male kunt. As he pushed inch by inch into my male pussy, the pain was replaced by pleasure and I began to moan and whimper as he settled into a comfortable In N Out rythym. The other guys all clapped when the voice behind me exclaimed: "Ummmmmm, this "bitch" has got some nice tight pussy! And, she really seems to enjoy being fucked, don't you bitch?.C'mon tell us what a little slut whore you are? Tell us how much you love BIG COCK! Ooooo, get ready "Bitch", I'm going to cream your virgin kunt for the first time." As he pumped my male pussy full of load after load of cum, I was relieved that this ordeal was over. However, they weren't finished with me yet. No sooner did the first guy shoot his load than another cock took his place. While he fucked me, a third guy came around in front of me, pulled my face from my wife's pussy and thrust his long, thick, hard cock deeply into my mouth. The two of them settled into a synchronized rythym so that my mouth was forced up and down the shaft of one guy's cock while the other guy vigorously stroked me from behind. Each of them took turns plunging their big cocks into my male kunt. When they were finished, they had me lick the creamy male nectar from their cocks as they verbally humiliated me for being such a pathetic little dicked sissy slut kunt girl. They made me thank each one of them for fucking my sweet, little wife and made me beg them to fuck us both harder, deeper and longer the following week. They instructed my wife to make sure the next time she brought me to them that I should be appropriately feminized and dressed in slutty lingerie, dress, wig and make-up so they could enjoy the services of two little Bitches. They also demanded that she begin fucking me regularly with a long, thick strap-on so my male pussy would be more receptive to their cocks.
From that day forward, my wife became a regular playmate for my friend and he passed her around and whored us both out to a wide circle of his friends. Suddenly, the demand for my magic massage services skyrocketed. Word of mouth is the best advertising and before long the word was out about my mouth, my Hot Wife's Pussy and my wonderful massages. We were kept busy almost every weekend. Finally, I finished graduate school and moved far away and I was ready to begin a new life.
VIII. THE SECOND WIFE:
Although my first wife and I both loved and respected each other, we began to grow apart anyway. I was gone frequently, focused on trying to finish my Ph.D. Dissertation and trying to make a living. She was living it up with all kinds of young studs and we finally agreed to an amicable separation. We are still friends and after three years of separation, she actually agreed to have our daughter come to live with me and my new wife while my daughter finished High School. Although have remained friends and I had a lot of fun with my first wife, she became a little cruel near the end of our marriage and I was left with some scars. The ultimate was when I woke up in the middle of the night and she was not in bed. When I went downstairs to look for her, I found her having sex with my older brother who had been a "Hero" to me when I was growing up. She also fucked one of my bosses who then abused me on a daily basis so severely that I had to change jobs. Consequently, I think I purposely looked for a woman who was career oriented and not as sexual. My second wife is a LEO and loves to be in charge, except in the bedroom. Although an adoring lover, she is not really into the lifestyle scene and prefers a more conventional sexual existence. For about 10 years, I was monogamous with her. However, I eventually began to feel that familiar itch and began playing around, primarily with Professionals so that there was less danger of damaging my relationship.
IX. THE GOOD GIRL MISTRESS:
In 1999, I moved to New York to take a major job promotion. My wife, for various reasons, was unable to join me. Consequently, I lived in a corporate condo in lower Manhattan during the week, traveled the globe on business and about every third weekend commuted home. This gave me the opportunity and freedom to develop a relationship with a married lady I met on the net who quickly became My Mistress/Goddess for more than three years. She was the proverbial "Good Girl", "Church Lady" who had been monogomous for 23 years and had only been with a couple of lovers before her husband. She was terribly bored sexually and looking for someone to teach her how to explore her sexual limits. Initially, she was very submissive and I was her mentor or teacher who helped her to live out her wildest and most erotic fantasies. We did a lot of swinging, visited several sex clubs and explored the limits of her sexuality. She became interested in “turning the tables” on me and we started to switch roles occasionally. Finally, she took me to a Professional Domme for some pointers on my training. The two of them had a lot of fun playing with me. First, they made me strip, kneel before them and lick and suck their toes while worshipping them and admitting the truth of Female Supremacy. Then, the Domme dressed me in fishnet stockings, garter belt, slip, bra and wig. She also applied full make-up to me so that I could be their little slut whore for the evening. The Domme strapped on a dildo and sat on a bench/bed. She forced me to kneel down between her legs, then put her hands behind my head and forced it down over her dildo so that I could lick, suck and swallow it while My Mistress spanked me with a paddle. After awhile, the Domme switched positions with My Mistress. While I licked, sucked, slurped and played with My Mistress’ pussy, the Domme fucked me in the ass with the dildo. With every stroke she drove my face deeper and deeper into My Goddess’ pussy until she exploded in multiple orgasms. My Mistress enjoyed this type of play and began including it as part of our regular routine. We were pleased to discover there were so many "Bulls", especially "Black Bulls", who understand how to dominate and play with a Hot Wife and her little sissy slut, kunt boy. In fact, this really seems to turn them on and actually makes it easier for us to locate, attract and develop relationships with men who have GIANT COCKS and love using them to dominate and humiliate both of us. My Mistress quickly became a SLUT 4 BIG BLACK COCK and I became their "BITCH." This really enriched my relationship with my Mistress and was enormously enjoyable, creative and stimulating. We are still close friends and I call to talk with her almost everyday. However, I eventually was offered a terrific job that required me to move from Manhattan to Milwaukee which makes it difficult for me to get together with My Connecticut Mistress.
X. WISCONSIN PROFESSIONAL DOMME:
When I moved to Milwaukee, I met with a Professional Domme who lives way out in the woods in central Wisconsin. We spent about three hours together. She spanked me, then totally restrained me by tying me down on the bed and then putting a bar between my legs. Then, she proceeded to whip my pathetic little cock with a cat of nine tails; then pummeled it with a riding crop. Although I had specifically told her I did not like the idea of cock and ball torture and that I had a low threshold of pain, she continued tormenting me until she drove me into a delirious state. I was so delirious I closed my eyes and am not sure really what she did to me next. However, I did peek once and was so frightened I closed my eyes. She tied a rope around my cock and put something around my balls. It was very painful and I was just about to use the safe word when something totally amazing and wonderful happened. She had me in "suspended stimulation", as I found out later, and the endorphins spiked in my mind. All of a sudden, I was having the most incredibly delightful and sensuous feeling almost like I was tripping on LSD. Finally, she undid my cock and let me loose so I could worship her. By this time, I was delirious, hyper and worshipped her with an energy and enthusiasm I would not have thought possible. Amazingly, neither my cock nor my balls were sore after this session. How did she do that?
XI. MY AFRICAN AMERICAN GODDESS:
In January, 2000, I was visiting a sex club in New York called "Le Trapeze" with my Mistress when we encountered an African American Goddess named Sharon who is an airline flight attendant. She has the biggest clit I have ever seen. It is more like a little "girly cock" than a clit. It literally is almost as big as my puny little cock and she absolutely loves having it sucked for hours which I did for about two hours in the club. Finally, my Mistress and I moved onto another room. Later in the evening, Sharon came to find me to get my phone number. She explained that she had been in the Lifestyle for about four years and had never found anyone so orally talented as I was and she wanted to call me to see if we could hook up in the future. Sure enough she did call. We did indeed meet in New York several times and I eventually let her read the story of how my First Wife turned me into a cuckhold sex slave. Once she realized that I could be "forced" into being a submissive sissy slut, she got a familiar gleam in her eye. She called me the next day and arranged to bring over her friend Anthony who is an African American executive and part time male model. Anthony is gorgeous! He is in perfect shape with a long, thick 9" cock. Sharon, Anthony and I spent about three hours together with me sucking and servicing both of them. A large part of the time, my face was plastered in Sharon's pussy licking, lapping and sucking on that huge clit and sweet, wet pussy while Anthony was fucking me long, hard and deep with that Beautiful, Big, Black Cock.My ass was sore for a couple of days, but I couldn't wait to get together with them again. It was truly a special evening that simply confirmed what a cocksucking, cum swallowing, sissy slut, kunt boy bitch cuckhold I really am. After all these years, I can now consciously accept who I am and no longer have to fool myself into believing I am being "forced" to engage in these types of sexual activities. However, I still love the erotic "illusion" of being "forced." Sharon and I meet periodically when our travel schedules are compatible and I absolutely love worshipping her, adoring her and servicing her orally for literally hours and hours. I especially love it when she "dominates" me by "forcing" me to lie down so she can ride my face as she fucks my mouth with her hard little "girly cock" and washes my entire face with her sweet, delicious pussy juices. She is so beautiful and so sexy, I think she could "force" me to do almost anything she wants sexually. I would love to be her willing, eager and submissive little "Bitch".
Over the years, I have developed a "very select" group of friends including Mistresses, Couples and/or "Fuck Buddies" in various parts of the country who share "common interests" with me and enjoy periodically getting together when I am traveling on business. Sometimes for sex; sometimes just for companionship. We love to go out to dinner, enjoy an evening at the theatre and/or an evening of sexual exploration and fun.