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Transvestite Daphne has a reunion with The Prof,
the world's greatest dildo-maker. Kinky escapades
ensue. Screamingly funny and wildly erotic in its own
transgendered way. (Mdom/cd, bond, rel, tg, spank, drugs)
Written by Daphne Bishop
The story is my gift to the readers, and is Public Domain.
PART ONE---Daphne Dresses for a Reunion
DEAR DIARY--I've just returned from my special visit with the
Professor, and I want to put it all down while the experience
is fresh in my mind.
It's not quite a year since my first visit to him and
our blind date. Of course I had known him through correspondence
before then, so he knew I would be cross-dressed when we met
that night at the sex club. I dressed as a blonde in a black
miniskirt. When he gave my "breast" an affectionate squeeze just
moments after we met, I knew I really liked him. Tall and sharp
dressed (loved that Star Trek pin!), the Professor was the
kinkiest man I had ever met, and he showed me a great time at
the sex show. I got a lot of flattering comments about my
outfit and many admiring glances at my silk-stockinged legs.
I began to think of him as the "Professor" (Honorary Doctor of
Dildo-ology) not long after that. He had made a perfect dildo
from a design idea of mine--the "HumanB". He even added
it to his world-renowned inventory of specialty designs. We
decided to collaborate on a wild dildo design--the"Alien
Master". There were many technical challenges which the
Prof had to work mightily to overcome, and the project took
many months to complete. He invited me back to experience the
fruits of his labor, and thus my second visit to him.
The Prof had unexpectedly come into a substantial
inheritance and wisely invested the money and bought a home
south of the Bay. He had extensive remodeling done and
bragged on how the basement was now "The Chamber" and that
one bath was now the "E" room.
It was to be my fate to meet the Alien Master in the
soundproof confines of the Chamber....
I took a taxi from the airport and found the house key
where the Prof had hidden it. I unpacked and hung my dresses
and laid out my makeup, heels and hose. A thrill shot through
me as I inspected the Prof's unique selection of framed art
tastefully displayed in his beautifully decorated home. There
were numerous pencil and ink drawings of very young men in
shockingly sexual transvestite poses. All of them were drawn
with foot-long penises (or longer!), semi-erect, lying across
their nyloned thighs and corseted bellies. Pre-cum oozed
plentifully. I found one drawing of a blonde TV in a black mini
and realized with a jolt that it was I! I was deeply touched
by this token of the Prof's affection and became determined to
give myself to him completely during my visit.
I shuddered as I found the padded door of the Chamber,
but its treasures remained hidden as the door was tightly
locked. I found the "E" room and decided to begin my
preparations for the evening. Cramping fluid flowed continously
as I proceeded to irrigate the farthest reaches of my
insides!
When it was over, all I could do was collapse into
the guest bed and fall instantly asleep. I awoke in late
afternoon much refreshed and happy that I would present
"the world's cleanest tube" for the Prof's enjoyment. I began
to think about what I should wear to please him.
He had revealed much about his personal tastes, so I decided
that a "schoolgirl/whore" combination would amuse the
Great Man. I began with white g-string panties once worn by a
stripper (another story for another time), then added my garter
belt and matching mauve fishnet nylons. I slipped on my
4" stiletto pumps and tottered across the room to my
foundations. After adjusting the strapless bra, I slipped in
Frederick's new "natural" breast enhancers (taking me to 38D!).
My white bare midriff silk halter top was next and I was
ready for my makeup. I kept it schoolgirl-simple but perhaps
indulged a bit with shiny "titty-pink" lipstick. I knew he
liked me blonde so I went with my long blonde look, but piled
up and pony-tailed. I was ready--my shortest miniskirt in brown
with matching leather belt. No way to "hide my candy"!
I did my nails to match the lipstick as I waited for His
arrival. I looked at myself in his full length mirror and
thought "With a little imagination, I look just like a 16 year
old blonde prostitute!".
I became anxious, though, fearful that He might not
approve...I crossed and uncrossed my legs nervously, and then
suddenly I heard the front door open.
As He entered the luxurious living room, I stood up
and bravely smiled at him, giving him an eyeful of the leg
show I was offering. The Prof's reaction was
perfect...he swiftly crossed the room, took me in his arms
and kissed me deeply. I was overwhelmingly grateful that my
appearance turned him on and loved him for it.
We relaxed in the den on a supersize leather sofa and
made small talk over chilled chardonnay. I produced some
excellent grass which he expertly rolled in seconds. The
combination of the wine and grass soon produced a wonderful
aphrodisiac effect and I asked him what he planned to do with
me...were His intentions honorable?
He laughed and said "Anything but." The Prof then told me of
his pride in the finished Alien Master and that he
considered it the greatest dildo of all time and that no one
had ever felt it and I would be the first person in the world to
have it and he intended to rape me with it and produce at
least six orgasms in me before the night was over!
As if that weren't enough to turn me on in
extremis, he went on to say that since I had an
"indescribably sexy" look, He himself intended to fuck me
repeatedly in the most creative positions in His Chamber!
I was stunned and for a moment my mouth was too dry to
speak. I knew that He knew all about my special
preferences...for bondage, cock toys, spanking, nipple clamps,
gags, gasmasks, rubber and leather of all kinds, and for anal
rape, huge dildos and cocksucking! I was frightened...who
wouldn't be?...but I loved and trusted the Prof and so I gave
my consent to him.
As we finished the wine and grass, he held me and reminded me
that part of any "scene" is the acting of the top and bottom
and to keep that in mind if things got ugly a little later not
to worry too much. I was too far gone to care at that point!
He said He was ready and for me to stand behind the
sofa and lie over it, face down to the seat cushions. I did
and he quickly handcuffed my hands behind my back, putting me
in a helpless position. I began to whimper and he stuffed my
mouth with a rag. I felt him lift my short skirt and pull down
my g-string. I knew I was about to be spanked! He said "Don't
go away" and left the room to change clothes.
What a delicious feeling...on 4" heels bending helplessly over...ass
perfectly exposed...gagged...high on grass...waiting for Him to
hurt me! I nearly came with the anticipation of it all!
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him enter the room...short
cutoff jeans, tank top, Doc Martens, and slave arm bands.
Oh yeah!
He surprised me by standing me up and moving me around
to the other side where he sat down and pulled me down over his
lap. He wrapped one leg around mine, held my head down with
one hand, and began spanking me with the other. He was expert
and within seconds my ass was flaming red and stinging, then
hurting...I began to wriggle and he spanked harder and faster!
My penis was fully erect and rubbing against his inner
thigh...I gasped as he grasped my scrotum and yanked my cock
and balls backward to the top of his other thigh. He
paused..."Had enough, Daphne?" I nodded vigorously.
He laughed and spanked even harder! I screamed and drooled
into the rag until great wads of drool dripped onto his Doc
Martens. Suddenly he stopped and said "Enough for now--there
will be bamboo and lash later tonight".
He pushed me over and I fell onto the carpet. Through
tearfilled eyes I looked up at Him and saw the tip of his erect
penis at the edge of his cutoffs. Like an electric shock, I
realized that spanking me was erotic to Him; it was as close
to experiencing the feelings of a woman as I had ever
come...my sexual pain and humiliation was
pleasurable to him! My stoned brain realized that many
more frontiers would be crossed that night....
END OF PART ONE
the world's greatest dildo-maker. Kinky escapades
ensue. Screamingly funny and wildly erotic in its own
transgendered way. (Mdom/cd, bond, rel, tg, spank, drugs)
Written by Daphne Bishop
The story is my gift to the readers, and is Public Domain.
PART ONE---Daphne Dresses for a Reunion
DEAR DIARY--I've just returned from my special visit with the
Professor, and I want to put it all down while the experience
is fresh in my mind.
It's not quite a year since my first visit to him and
our blind date. Of course I had known him through correspondence
before then, so he knew I would be cross-dressed when we met
that night at the sex club. I dressed as a blonde in a black
miniskirt. When he gave my "breast" an affectionate squeeze just
moments after we met, I knew I really liked him. Tall and sharp
dressed (loved that Star Trek pin!), the Professor was the
kinkiest man I had ever met, and he showed me a great time at
the sex show. I got a lot of flattering comments about my
outfit and many admiring glances at my silk-stockinged legs.
I began to think of him as the "Professor" (Honorary Doctor of
Dildo-ology) not long after that. He had made a perfect dildo
from a design idea of mine--the "HumanB". He even added
it to his world-renowned inventory of specialty designs. We
decided to collaborate on a wild dildo design--the"Alien
Master". There were many technical challenges which the
Prof had to work mightily to overcome, and the project took
many months to complete. He invited me back to experience the
fruits of his labor, and thus my second visit to him.
The Prof had unexpectedly come into a substantial
inheritance and wisely invested the money and bought a home
south of the Bay. He had extensive remodeling done and
bragged on how the basement was now "The Chamber" and that
one bath was now the "E" room.
It was to be my fate to meet the Alien Master in the
soundproof confines of the Chamber....
I took a taxi from the airport and found the house key
where the Prof had hidden it. I unpacked and hung my dresses
and laid out my makeup, heels and hose. A thrill shot through
me as I inspected the Prof's unique selection of framed art
tastefully displayed in his beautifully decorated home. There
were numerous pencil and ink drawings of very young men in
shockingly sexual transvestite poses. All of them were drawn
with foot-long penises (or longer!), semi-erect, lying across
their nyloned thighs and corseted bellies. Pre-cum oozed
plentifully. I found one drawing of a blonde TV in a black mini
and realized with a jolt that it was I! I was deeply touched
by this token of the Prof's affection and became determined to
give myself to him completely during my visit.
I shuddered as I found the padded door of the Chamber,
but its treasures remained hidden as the door was tightly
locked. I found the "E" room and decided to begin my
preparations for the evening. Cramping fluid flowed continously
as I proceeded to irrigate the farthest reaches of my
insides!
When it was over, all I could do was collapse into
the guest bed and fall instantly asleep. I awoke in late
afternoon much refreshed and happy that I would present
"the world's cleanest tube" for the Prof's enjoyment. I began
to think about what I should wear to please him.
He had revealed much about his personal tastes, so I decided
that a "schoolgirl/whore" combination would amuse the
Great Man. I began with white g-string panties once worn by a
stripper (another story for another time), then added my garter
belt and matching mauve fishnet nylons. I slipped on my
4" stiletto pumps and tottered across the room to my
foundations. After adjusting the strapless bra, I slipped in
Frederick's new "natural" breast enhancers (taking me to 38D!).
My white bare midriff silk halter top was next and I was
ready for my makeup. I kept it schoolgirl-simple but perhaps
indulged a bit with shiny "titty-pink" lipstick. I knew he
liked me blonde so I went with my long blonde look, but piled
up and pony-tailed. I was ready--my shortest miniskirt in brown
with matching leather belt. No way to "hide my candy"!
I did my nails to match the lipstick as I waited for His
arrival. I looked at myself in his full length mirror and
thought "With a little imagination, I look just like a 16 year
old blonde prostitute!".
I became anxious, though, fearful that He might not
approve...I crossed and uncrossed my legs nervously, and then
suddenly I heard the front door open.
As He entered the luxurious living room, I stood up
and bravely smiled at him, giving him an eyeful of the leg
show I was offering. The Prof's reaction was
perfect...he swiftly crossed the room, took me in his arms
and kissed me deeply. I was overwhelmingly grateful that my
appearance turned him on and loved him for it.
We relaxed in the den on a supersize leather sofa and
made small talk over chilled chardonnay. I produced some
excellent grass which he expertly rolled in seconds. The
combination of the wine and grass soon produced a wonderful
aphrodisiac effect and I asked him what he planned to do with
me...were His intentions honorable?
He laughed and said "Anything but." The Prof then told me of
his pride in the finished Alien Master and that he
considered it the greatest dildo of all time and that no one
had ever felt it and I would be the first person in the world to
have it and he intended to rape me with it and produce at
least six orgasms in me before the night was over!
As if that weren't enough to turn me on in
extremis, he went on to say that since I had an
"indescribably sexy" look, He himself intended to fuck me
repeatedly in the most creative positions in His Chamber!
I was stunned and for a moment my mouth was too dry to
speak. I knew that He knew all about my special
preferences...for bondage, cock toys, spanking, nipple clamps,
gags, gasmasks, rubber and leather of all kinds, and for anal
rape, huge dildos and cocksucking! I was frightened...who
wouldn't be?...but I loved and trusted the Prof and so I gave
my consent to him.
As we finished the wine and grass, he held me and reminded me
that part of any "scene" is the acting of the top and bottom
and to keep that in mind if things got ugly a little later not
to worry too much. I was too far gone to care at that point!
He said He was ready and for me to stand behind the
sofa and lie over it, face down to the seat cushions. I did
and he quickly handcuffed my hands behind my back, putting me
in a helpless position. I began to whimper and he stuffed my
mouth with a rag. I felt him lift my short skirt and pull down
my g-string. I knew I was about to be spanked! He said "Don't
go away" and left the room to change clothes.
What a delicious feeling...on 4" heels bending helplessly over...ass
perfectly exposed...gagged...high on grass...waiting for Him to
hurt me! I nearly came with the anticipation of it all!
Out of the corner of my eye I saw him enter the room...short
cutoff jeans, tank top, Doc Martens, and slave arm bands.
Oh yeah!
He surprised me by standing me up and moving me around
to the other side where he sat down and pulled me down over his
lap. He wrapped one leg around mine, held my head down with
one hand, and began spanking me with the other. He was expert
and within seconds my ass was flaming red and stinging, then
hurting...I began to wriggle and he spanked harder and faster!
My penis was fully erect and rubbing against his inner
thigh...I gasped as he grasped my scrotum and yanked my cock
and balls backward to the top of his other thigh. He
paused..."Had enough, Daphne?" I nodded vigorously.
He laughed and spanked even harder! I screamed and drooled
into the rag until great wads of drool dripped onto his Doc
Martens. Suddenly he stopped and said "Enough for now--there
will be bamboo and lash later tonight".
He pushed me over and I fell onto the carpet. Through
tearfilled eyes I looked up at Him and saw the tip of his erect
penis at the edge of his cutoffs. Like an electric shock, I
realized that spanking me was erotic to Him; it was as close
to experiencing the feelings of a woman as I had ever
come...my sexual pain and humiliation was
pleasurable to him! My stoned brain realized that many
more frontiers would be crossed that night....
END OF PART ONE
