Date: Sat, 1 Mar 2003 22:32:27 -0800 (PST)
From: MJ <mdgr02@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures of Boygirl

	      "Adventures of Boygirl: An Erotic Cyber-Diary"

(A true record of one woman's real-life e-mail correspondence with a boygirl)


Context and Prologue:

"Adventures of Boygirl" is not entirely fictional. It is really an exercise
in Voyeurism 101. I am inviting readers to look over my shoulder and read
one side of a real life e-mail correspondence. Names have been changed to
protect the guilty, but the rest of the correspondence is intact.  (After
much pondering, I decided not to present my side of the correspondence. It
seemed more provocative to present only "Debbie's side" and let readers
fill in the gaps for themselves.)  I am proud that I was able to inspire
these feelings and hope that others like me will take heart from this. If
people like this story, they're invited to write me at the e-mail address
shown below. Needless to say, this story's participants were both adults,
and it is intended only for an adult audience. It may be reproduced
elsewhere ONLY if all of the following conditions are satisfied:

(1) It is reproduced in its entirety, including all formatting;
(2) The "adults only" warning is posted;
(3) Attribution is shown and the e-mail address is also posted.
(4) It is not to be printed or published anywhere but on the web.
(5) It may not be placed on any web site which charges, directly or
indirectly, for access.
(6) It may not be placed on any web site which uses a secret, invisible
"web bug" such as doubleclick.com.


The story deals in Transgendered and Bisexual themes, including Feminine
Domination, Authoritatarian, Forced Feminization, and Mind
Control/Hypnosis.


                    Copyright (c)2003   by MJ  (mdgr02@yahoo.com)


it will become you; and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need.

              --ee cummings.

"Priestess of Cybele"

You are an exponent of the dark and beautiful goddess
With whom I have had a long-standing connection.
I am a waterfall in the Garden of Cybele.
Yours is a continual reminder that my assignment
Is to make you long for satisfaction
And prepare others for love in your name.
My job is to please those whom you have chosen
With my smooth, submissive ass, my eager mouth-
Symbols of my erotic status as a boygirl in your stable.
You have also changed me
Into something soft and sweet and willing,
And, let us not forget essentials,
Something aching to be used!
My prayer is that you will change my world as well!
Instruct me in the ways of pleasure
That I might remain open and poised,
Even on the brink of erotic annihilation.
Instruct me also in the elements of patience
That I might wait while you slowly
Draw the waters from the well of my sex, my soul.
As you pour those waters back out upon the land,
I feel my cock transformed into a candied clit
Whose purpose it is to cast a spell upon your cunt
So that the kind of men whom you desire
Will know you are available!
Use whatever terms of endearment you will,
But in this life, I can no longer answer to "sir."
You touched my girlish nipples
And I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through me!
See! Even now, I spread my legs for you!
Even now, I follow you into the abyss!

--boygirl's reply



Letters from Debbie


Subject: Opening Blowjob

For homework, it would be nice to masturbate with these thoughts in
mind....I have already cum countless times reading your mail, Michael. As I
am writing this, my clit is throbbing again.  Would it bother you if I told
you that last night, I begged my SO to suck his cock, I needed it so bad.
He smiled, and thought that would be just fine, so for 45 minutes, while he
laid on the couch and watched TV, I laid next to him and satisfied my oral
needs.  I licked him all over, and when he lifted and spread his legs, I
thoroughly licked his cock and balls.  I thought of you telling me I'm your
sweet little cocksucker, and did the act that belonged to you, to him.

I need the favor returned now.  I can't tell you what it feels like, after
having several orgasms, to have a hard cock thrust inside you. After my
pussy has been licked and cums, it becomes extremely sensitive, and swells
tightly, nearly shut.  When a hard penis gently penetrates my wet swollen
cunt, it feels like a giant inside me.  But one of pure pleasure.  Even as
I type this, I am aching to be used in this way.  When I am done on this
board, I am going to go lay down on my bed, and slowly rub my cunny until
it is ready....ready for a penis-shaped dildo that I keep for this very
purpose.  I don't even have to move it in and out very much, just it's
presence, along with a slow insistent rubbing of my clit, makes me cum over
and over. I like being face down, imagining that the dildo is a man holding
me down and slowly, slowly fucking me, not letting me get up until he's had
his pleasure, too.

I have other fantasies that I think of, too...I must remember to tell you
them...

I think I must go and do some more "homework" now...  It's 4:00
PM. Whatever you were doing then, I was cumming thinking of you....





Subject: Disclosure

Thank you for sharing with me about feminine half, your alter ego
"Michelle."  I guessed as much.  I've had my own fantasy about being with a
boygirl and ask you to be patient with me.  Yep, it's tacky for me to think
about a girl when I make love with my man, but it turns me on.  I must be
careful not to moan, "oh Michelle" out loud, yes?

As I read your mail from yesterday, it drives me crazy to think about you
kissing gently between my legs.  Please let me come eventually, it is so
cruel to make me wait!  And I WOULD beg aloud, asking you to please not
stop, please....I'm so close, just a little more. Kiss my pussy lips like
you kiss my other lips, and oh please, kiss me deeply and slowly.

But Michelle stops, my hips writhing on the bed as she holds my hands above
my head, while she insists that I kiss and lick your hard little nipples...
I would do anything for her at this point...I raise my head and tease one
nipple with the tip of my tongue, just as she is teasing my wet cunt with
the tip of her cock.  I move from one nipple to the other, licking and
sucking, sometimes gently, sometimes a little roughly.  As only the head of
her cock enters my pussy, sliding back and forth a little, that I begin to
learn my lesson: I must please you first before you will give me what I
need, and it pleases you that I lick your now-swollen nipples and breasts.

The more I kiss and tease, sometimes kissing your neck and ears, the more
of your thick shaft enters me.  I desperately want to kiss your lips, and
as you lower your head towards mine, I open my mouth to meet you.  I suck
on your offered tongue, and it penetrates me in time with the penetration
below.  I can't help it, and I begin moaning as your mouth begins to
consume me.


Subject: Girlcock....

I was a good girl last night and joyfully did my homework as requested. At
some points I imagined my SO was you, Mistress Michelle, and the way you
licked my pussy was so delightful...you have such a gentle touch...I was
licking you at the same time, but it was so hard to concentrate with waves
of pleasure emanating from between my legs. Did you like how my pussy is so
closely trimmed?  I like it that way, because I can feel your tongue on
everything, including my pussy lips.  They are so sensitive...

After I was satisfied, I turned around and climbed on top of you, teasing
you with just the head of your cock inside of my tight hole. I think your
moaning is soooo sexy...I slowly, slowly, teasingly sat down on your thick,
throbbing rod, and once it was inside, squeezed slowly with the muscles
that line my cunt, pressing my clit down on yours, rotating my hips.  The
wetness started to pour down your hard girlcock, making me sigh...

Groaning, you put your arms around me, holding me tight, and somehow
managed to turn me over, you on top, never breaking our delicious
connection...I like how I feel with your weight on top of me, and I like
how you kiss me, now with unbridled passion... As your penis slides slowly
and gently back and forth, you moved yourself upwards, so that your nipples
were -conveniently!- just above my mouth.  Ah, how you moaned, and your
cock throbbed, when I alternated teasing them with my tongue and fingers.
As you climbed that helpless peak leading to ton petit mort, I lightly
pinched your nipples, lightly, and then, harder and harder....until you
succumbed, your body as closely and deeply into mine as it would go, caught
in that irreversible tide sweeping you out of this world and into that
other...






Subject: Boygirl

I must tell you that your latest e-mail really turned me on, though I can
see why some of your former girlfriends might have been put off by your
"confession."  Sexually speaking, the girl in you is far more powerful than
the boy, and the boy desperately needs to be put in his place. He's keeping
you from getting what you want.  I think it would take a special sort of
woman who's very confident about her sexuality to appreciate your
presentation of yourself as a boygirl. In the back of most women's mind,
there's that old question: "What would my friends think of this guy?" Most
women get turned on to the sound of rolling thunder. For them to suddenly
discover that their boyfriend is a boygirl-well, it doesn't exactly fit
their childhood image of a knight in shining armor. They might be initially
intrigued, but within a short time, most women would begin to once again
look for a real man. Many would not even admit to those feelings. They
might feel guilty or blame you for your lack of trust. But whether they
admitted it to themselves or not, most women would start looking elsewhere,
and soon. (We worry a LOT about what our girlfriends think, and the pussy
in you is not easily hidden!)  And as far as your lack of trust goes...my
guess is that it would be very difficult to trust partners when you
secretly want them to fuck other guys.

Your e-mail tells me that you already know this and still love women even
after all these years. This intrigues me! I can only imagine how a
relationship with you might look if it were allowed to run its course. My
guess is that it would be monogamous for you, but not for her. You'd have
to find a way to live with that...even thrive on it.  I think that you
already know this but haven't ever been fortunate enough to fully explore
your potential with a woman who encouraged you in this.

I'm a different kind of girl from most, and while I'd readily admit that I
do need (and already have) a man in my life, I'm very turned-on with most
of the stuff you've told me and I'd like to share my fantasies in e-mail.
You don't seem like the kind of person who will hold anything back.  I
won't hold back either. What do you think?



Subject: Lift-Off

This, then, is our opening fantasy scene, the one that will break the ice
and get things rolling. I'm imagining that you're an old boyfriend and we
restarted a sexual affair.  While you have an absolutely lovely cock, I've
always suspected you're a bit of a pussy inside. This last Saturday night I
was feeling extremely assertive and nasty.  We were going to go dancing
(dirty blues has a lot going for it), so I dragged out my shortest leather
mini-skirt and a lace, see-through black blouse.  You had always been the
jealous type and never approved of my sharing my body with strangers when
we were together. When you saw me, your eyes nearly popped out of your head
with disapproval.  You started to complain but I cut you off.  You were
instantly humbled and apologized profusely, at which point I realized you
needed that kind of discipline. I felt empowered and turned on, and really
enjoyed the rush I got by putting you in your place.  The blues bar was
crowded, noisy and fun. You've always been a great dancer, and I was soon
buzzing and moving very suggestively and erotically, drawing a lot of
attention from both the men and the women.  Several men asked me to dance,
and I always accepted even though I could plainly see that you were
scowling.  Around midnight we were resting at our dark little table when a
very handsome man came up to me and told me he had been watching me all
night; he said that he just had to dance with me.  You started to tell him
that I was tired but I cut you off in mid-sentence.  This guy was really
cute and his slacks were thin and draping loosely on his body, clearly
revealing a long thick cock through the material.  I started flirting with
him, ignoring you and telling him I wanted to wait for a nice slow song to
come along.  The music almost magically changed and he held his hand out to
me.  I got up and started toward the dance floor, then stopped and went
back to the table.  It was dark enough that I could quickly reach up under
my mini and peel off my little red bikinis.  I shoved them into your breast
pocket and arranged them like a hankie, slapped your face gently, kissed
you on the lips and slipped my tongue into your mouth.  "I'm too hot for
these," I whispered.  "Keep them cool for me."  My new man grinned widely
and pulled me quickly to the dance floor, taking me in his arms.  I put
both my hands around his neck and abandoned my body to his every movement,
feeling his swollen cock pressing into me delightfully.  When my back was
to facing you, he quickly reached under my skirt and took both my naked
ass-cheeks in his hands and started kneading them, making sure you were
watching and fully aware of what was going on.  I had an orgasm right there
and just about brought my partner off at the same time.  The music changed
so we went back to the table and I told you I wanted to leave.  I took my
panties from your pocke, wrote my phone number on them and handed them to
my dance partner.  "Call me in the morning," I told him.  I gave him a very
erotic kiss, slid my hand along the huge bulge in his crotch and walked
out. You trailed a few feet behind me.

"I want you with me in the morning when he calls me, and I want you to
prepare me for my date with him.  Take me home.  Now."  I ordered.  You
looked mortified, but opened the car door and drove me home . . .




Subject: The Morning After

. . . the phone rang early the next morning.  I asked you to answer it as I
was not yet awake enough.  You reached over me to the bedside table and
mumbled into the phone---"Hello, hello---anyone there?"  You were just
about to hang up when it dawned on me that it might be the guy from last
night. I had asked him to call me first thing in the morning. I took the
receiver and cooed into it, "Tom, is that you?"  He laughed warmly and
admitted it was.  I snuggled deeper into the bed, cradling the phone on my
pillow and giggled suggestively, telling him, "Yes, we can talk."
"Michael, go bring me some coffee," I told you.  You looked crestfallen as
you obediently left the bed and walked naked into the kitchen.  Watching
your firm, girlish ass as you walked turned me on as usual.

I was still talking to Tom, setting up a time for him to pick me up this
evening when you came back in carrying the coffee.  You held the cup out to
me but instead of taking it, I reached out and took your long, flaccid cock
in my hand, squeezing and pulling it toward me.  I stroked you gently as
Tom finished telling me what he hoped to do to me later.  With my other
hand I pushed the blanket off me and slipped my fingers into my hot, wet
quim. "I'm ready for you right now, Tom," I whispered into the phone. "I
can hardly wait for tonight!  I'll have Michael prepare me for you!"

I thought you were going to have a heart attack when you heard that, your
jealousy was so evident on your flushed face.  But your cock didn't lie,
and it was throbbing with excitement....I imagined that you were secretly
turned-on at the thought of preparing me for Tom.  I hung up the phone and
took my coffee.  "Draw me a bath, Sweetie, you've got a lot of work to do
this morning."

While I lay in the tub, enjoying the bubble-bath you had prepared for me, I
continued to instruct you.  "Pick out my sexiest garter-belt and nylons, my
shortest skirt, thinnest blouse, highest heels and don't bother with a bra
or panties.  I won't need 'em tonight. There's only one pussy who's going
to be wearing panties around here today, and we both know who that is,
don't we?"

. . . I left you a note with instructions.  You were not to read it until
after Tom had picked me up and taken me out for dinner and dancing.  You
were still wearing my pink panties when we left and could hear Tom laughing
when he glanced into the bedroom and saw you standing there, embarrassed
and mortified---a large wet stain of pre-cum soaking through the thin
material.  You had been hard all day, straining for release, but I had
forbidden you to touch yourself or cum.  You nearly passed out as I spread
my legs and ordered you to shave my pussy carefully, shaping the soft hair
into a tight little heart shape above my lips.  "A blond Valentine for
Tom," I giggled.  "Put on lots of perfume for him."

I slipped into my miniskirt just as the doorbell rang, finishing my
dressing for the evening.  "Oh damn, he's early," I giggled, "I guess I
don't have time to put panties on.  Oh well ..." I opened the door and gave
Tom a long, wet kiss, knowing you were watching from the other room.  I
ground my body against his, feeling his erection immediately grow against
me.  Tom's hands went quickly to my ass and squeezed, his fingers
discovering the lack of panties under the thin material.  He laughed loudly
again as he glanced at Michael, and led me out the door.

Michael's note was short and sweet.  "Pray that Tom fucks me well, Michael.
Or should I say, "Michael-Jane," since you're clearly a boygirl at
heart. If I'm excited enough when Tom brings me home, I MAY allow you to
lap his cum out of my hot little pussy.  Wear clean panties and be on your
knees when you hear the front door open.  If you can make me cum with your
tongue, I may allow you the release you want so badly.  Pray that Tom is
the best fuck I have ever had, so I'll be ready for a boygirl to clean me
out."




Subject: Bad Girl....

I am so disappointed in you, you little slut!  Can you even begin to
imagine how mortified I was to return and find you laying there, your
panties soiled in cum?  All night long, as Tom and I enjoyed our date, much
of my excitement stemmed from the anticipation of bringing him home.  Every
time he touched me, I felt your soft fingers and I visualized how pretty
you had prepared my pussy. Every time I felt his erection strain against
me, I remembered how your girlcock looked as you stood in your panties. And
as my excited nipples ached, I could feel yours (as hard as small pebbles)
against my tongue.

I was so proud as I bragged about you.  Tom was impressed that I was worthy
of such worship and subservience.  It drove him crazy to know he was
getting the best of TWO women that night-me, the most perfect, sexy woman
he had ever met, and YOU, my "stand-in" male pussy slave who had prepared
me for him.

Can you even BEGIN to know how turned on I was, knowing that you were
kneeling there, focusing all your energy into heightening my arousal for
him and his huge, pounding cock?  ...knowing that you wanted him to fill me
with his manhood in ways your little clit could never do?  ...knowing that
his lips could suck my breasts so passionately that your own nipples would
begin to ache with feminine desire....and knowing that if he came 2, 3,
even 4 or 5 times deep into my sweet pussy, that you would lick every last
drop out with your long, talented tongue and then meekly ask for more.

His cum was dripping down my legs when he brought me home, both of us
totally pumped up with anticipation of watching you in your little panties
as you slithered across the floor toward us, begging to be allowed to clean
up his slick, thick white cum from my ravaged pussy, secretly hoping that
if you did a good enough job we might reward you with his huge cock being
rammed up your little pink rosebud of a cunt to drain the last of his
copious flow of cum of the evening.  How amusing that would have been to
both of us. All this was going through my mind most of the evening, making
me as hot and turned on as I have ever been.  Finally, I had a boygirl who
was worthy of my sexuality.  I was about to be worshipped in front of the
best fuck of a man I had ever known, in a manner that I had looked forward
to all my life.  I was about to become a fulfilled woman, a sexual goddess,
and also the Mistress of the perfect little boy/cunt/slut/girl.  My
greatest orgasm was about to overwhelm me ...

But NO!  There you lay, a total failure, an absolute slut, your selfish cum
branding you through your disgusting panties as one unworthy of my trust
and faith.  How embarrassed I was in front of Tom, how hurt I was as he
sneered that I needed a real girlboy in the future.  He left us there, his
greatest load of cum still locked in his huge balls, his cock shriveled
with disappointment.  I am amazed I even allowed you to draw me a hot
bubble bath before I ordered you out of my house.

Will I allow you to return?  Right now, I honestly don't know.  You will
definitely have to do some serious begging for forgiveness, and I will have
to be extremely impressed with your contrition before I will even consider
it.  Don't write to me unless you are truly worthy of another chance.  My
nipples are sore from Tom's tongue and I have to go rub babyoil into them
before I can sleep-another job you should have been able to do, had you any
self-control.  For shame ...




Subject: Reconciliation

I awoke with my nipples on fire, my pussy drenched.  As I lay there
wondering why I was so aroused, Greg (my 24/7 boyfriend in real life)
rolled over and began to softly snore.  It was obvious he hadn't any part
in my nocturnal arousal, so I snuggled up against him, my ass spooning into
his warm but soft crotch, my right hand cupping my pussy and my left on my
breast.  I lay for a long time, gently pleasuring myself, not seeking
orgasm or relief, but merely giving myself up to the sensual joy of
physicality.

Suddenly I knew where all the sexual energy was coming from. I could see
you channelling your erotic thoughts to me.  As bad of a little slut as you
were the other night, you were certainly trying to make up for your
transgressions.  I hated to admit it, but you are very good doing what you
do best---sending and heightening my sensual arousal with your powerful
energy. As you tweaked your hard little nipples, I could feel the
electricity sparking into mine, making them pulse and pucker and throb deep
into my firm breasts.  I found my fingers squeezing in tandem with yours,
pulling and stretching, prodding and fucking them delightfully.  My clit
strained toward my finger and became your prostate, involuntarily spasming
when you touched it.  My pussy became your pussy as I ground back into My
SO and began to softly cum.  I could feel his cock growing against my ass
and realized that you were awakening him, turning him on too.  Your finger
became his cock. It slipped deeply into me and my orgasm turned from a nice
soft gentle cum into a wild thrusting humping cum.

It was still dark as he collapsed against me, my pussy now full of his hot
cum.  He was unable to see your face buried in my cunt, your tongue licking
and sucking his cum out of me.  He was asleep again in moments and missed
my last orgasm from your tongue.  I fell asleep, satisfied---glad that your
erotic warmth came through the airwaves and brought me relief.  You had
been history when I went to bed last night.  If you hadn't sent your energy
into my dreams, I probably would never have written back to you again.

This does not mean that you are totally forgiven.  It just means that your
role as my boygirl still has some future.  How well and how far it goes are
up to you, but you still have a chance. Do Not Blow It!  The next time I
decide to allow you the chance to prepare me for Tom or another boyfriend
will determine your future.  I can't believe how lucky you are that I
didn't cut you totally out of my life...



Subject: Second Chance

You were very sweet this morning after I came home from my second date with
that marvelous stud, Tom. I attribute this to my special handling of you
prior to his arrival last night. I had talked with him on the phone about
your transgressions during his first date. I had explicitly told you not to
play with yourself, yet you did. Moreover, you came in your pretty
panties. Tom and I decided that while your job was to prepare me and sooth
my pussy with your talented tongue after my dates, my job was to make you
prefer to pose in your panties over cumming in them. Even though you have a
lovely clit, you wouldn't be feeling hard if you were feeling sufficiently
soft. You wouldn't want to cum as a man if I really did my job in turning
you into a pussy.

I loved how you licked all of Tom's cum out of my pussy this morning. I
also treasure the memories of your submissive pose at his feet last night,
before he whisked me out the door. You sucked his cock slowly and adoringly
while I caressed your nipples and reminded you in a soft hypnotic voice
what a sweet little cocksucker you were.  This is a ritual you will perform
many times, not only with me but with every girlfriend whom you will date
in the future. The only thing even semi-hard about you will be your
girlcock. Secretly, you will long for your women to date "real men" so that
you may prepare them and their dates for one another. In this,
Michael-Jane, you will learn to excel.

I put you in your place early yesterday morning and kept you there all
day. I loved the way you involuntarily spread your legs when I fucked your
nipples with my tongue. You really *are* a little pussy. Turning you over,
I remember humping you slowly, pretending to fuck your smooth girlish ass,
teasing your back with my tongue while my fingertips danced over your
tits. You mewled in pleasure like a cat in heat. Only when you were panting
like a girl in heat, however, did I give you what you so desperately
needed.

First, I fingerfucked you, and then I slowly inserted my dildo-which I
first made you ritualistically suck-deep inside your well-lubricated
ass. The dildo was shaped like a man's penis, though it wasn't as thick or
long as Tom's. I strapped it on and then slowly and skillfully fucked you
until you were begging for release. I played with your nipples with my
fingertips and kept you on edge with my dildo for nearly an hour while I
crooned in your ear, hypnotically reminding you what a desirable little
pussy you were. I reminded you that your "cock" was really an elongated
clit, a girlcock, and that you would no longer wish to play with yourself
as a male, but as a girl. You would no longer wish to stroke the full
length of your shaft (no more "beating the meat" for you, sweetheart!).
You would learn to cum as a girl by rubbing and teasing just the head of
your clit, and you would learn to fuck your women with a butt plug or a
dildo ensconced deep inside your own hot little hole. I also reminded you
that your main purpose in life was not only to orally prepare me for my
lovers, but also to serve and entertain any man or woman with whom I might
choose to share you. I told you that as you became more feminized, I'd show
you off to my girlfriends, not as my new boyfriend, but as my new
boygirl. When you finally came, it wasn't a clitoral orgasm, but a series
of multiple "vaginal" orgasms, complete with plateaus and a final blast-off
into hyperspace. I felt confident that your pretty little cunt would crave
that kind of treatment every night.

That is why you were so meek and mild when you saw Tom come to pick me up
last night. Before he even arrived, I had you get me ready for my date by
licking my pussy until it was quivering with desire for Tom's cock.  You
repeatedly brought me just this side of orgasm. Your job was to make me
yearn to be fucked by Tom's thick, beautiful shaft, and you did your job
very well indeed. When he arrived and his handsome, masculine presence
filled the room, you blushed prettily and demurely lowered your eyes. I had
shaved your entire body just hours before and dabbed you with a scent that
made irresistable. You not only looked vulnerable and subservient, but you
felt that way as well.

You gracefully dropped to your knees and asked Tom to forgive you for your
transgressions on his first date with me. I told him how you had orally
prepared me for my date with him this night. He was visibly amused and
complimented me on my progress with you.  As you sucked his hot male shaft
to prepare him for his date with me-your goal was to make him hard (for
me!!!) but not to make him cum-he laughingly told me that you behaved the
way a boycunt should. When we left together, we asked and you blushingly
admitted that we made a very cute couple.

As you waited for me to return from my date, it wasn't your cock that
needed attention. It was your "cunt." That's exactly where I wanted you to
be! That must have been why your panties were so silky clean when I arrived
with Tom early this morning! As a reward, I allowed Tom to give you the
kind of treatment that I had planned for you after our first date. It's all
captured on videotape (which I plan to show to my girlfriends), as you
know.

First, I made him hard again by sucking his cock and sweetly teasing it
with my tongue. . . .while you were made to play with your exquisitely
sensitive nipples and watch how I served a real man. Then my new boyfriend
fucked you doggie fashion while I lay there with my legs spread, my pussy
just inches from your face.  As I teasingly rotated my cunny, you rotated
your smooth, creamy ass invitingly in tight little circles and rode my
lover's hard, throbbing, virile shaft, even as your face contorted with
girlish lust. While he fucked you with his soul destroying cock, he also
fucked your little nipples with his fingertips. In soft, confident,
masculine tones, he encouraged you to be his little pussy, and he made you
verbally agree that you would service him anytime he wanted you to, and
that I could fuck him anytime I wanted to.  While Tom talked to you, I
hypnotically repeated my earlier command so that you would always remember
that in the future, though you would indeed have many girlfriends, that
they would secretly wish to lie in the arms of well-endowed and virile men
such as Tom, and that your ultimate thrill was to use the sweet little clit
of yours to make them awaken to that realization. Tom was persistent but
very seductive, and your humiliation was as sweet as it was complete. There
could be no going back. As he erotically branded you, I loved hearing you
wantonly encourage him to fuck you even harder. You moaned, making your
erotic submission even more complete. You came like a girl, shivering with
lust, even as his massive balls pumped their last delicious load of thick
white cum deep inside your smooth, firm little ass.

After Tom left, I continued to videotape your performance as you slavishly
lapped his cum out of my ravished pussy while I recounted every detail of
my tryst with my handsome boyfriend from the night before. He fucked me
almost all night long. It was such a joy to be with a real man. I shared
that joy with you by reliving vignette after vignette. You'd make a
fantastic housemate! You were so good licking Tom's cum out of my pussy
this morning, it made me want to fuck him every night!



Subject: Further Humiliations....

I knew you'd like what happened after that second date with Tom!  Do you
understand that I couldn't wait to show my girlfriends what I could make
you do?! Carol and Monique both asked me about you on our girls night out
last Friday. I must confess I told them all the lurid details. As I told
them about the last couple of weeks during which we've been "housemates,"
their eyes widened in growing sexual excitement, and both of them actually
blushed.

One of the things that particularly turned me on about you was that your
willingness to serve as my submissive boygirl didn't always last. Soon
after I permitted you to ejaculate, which you always did in the most
endearingly girlish way, you sometimes became more of a "boy" again, and a
very jealous and petulant little boy, indeed.

A few days ago, I brought home an old boyfriend, Greg, who knew next to
nothing about you prior to his arrival at my house.  During the afternoon
before the date, I spent the better part of an hour teasing your nipples
and ass with my fingertips, and bringing you to a state where you agreed to
do anything I wanted when my date arrived. Your role, I explained, was to
present yourself as a somewhat jealous ex-boyfriend (which, on some level,
you actually were, even if you had a clit instead of a cock), but you were
to be low-keyed. Looking deep into your eyes as I slowly fingerfucked your
delicious little ass, I reminded you that however macho you might wish to
present yourself, you couldn't help" but betray yourself as a boygirl. The
scene called for you just to be yourself, which meant you were to be a
somewhat jealous "ex-boyfriend." My date's role was to "take me away" from
you and fuck me in the bedroom while you listened. My role was to pretend
to be a young, bright-eyed innocent, and to pretend to be seduced when,
after all, it was I who was actually doing the seducing. Our agreement was
that you would not be allowed to play with your girlcock at any point if
you were to be permitted to lick my pussy out after my date with this
stud. If we fucked for half the evening, that was fine, but you were only
allowed to play with your girlishly responsive nipples.

The cherry on the cake was that I had inserted a butt-plug up your precious
little rosebud hole prior to Greg's arrival, and you were instructed to
wear it all night.

When Greg showed up, you were absolutely darling! You were just pouty
enough to showcase my date's good looks and lean, rugged masculinity. You
were so busy overcompensating in trying to play the boy that the girl in
you (butt-plug in place) inadvertently managed to reveal herself with every
gesture, every word. You didn't need to say you were jealous. You went for
understatement, which was precisely what the scene called for. Greg picked
up on it and at that point, things began to deviate significantly from the
prepared script. Instead of retiring to the bedroom, Greg staked his claim
on me in front of you and began openly flirting with me while we were still
seated on the sofa, with you watching. Within a short time, he kissed me
and within five minutes, he was fondling my nipples. I melted in his
arms. You stared at us utterly fascinated. You could clearly hear my moans
and the well-lubricated suction sounds as Greg slowly and methodically
began to fingerfuck me while you watched.

You were powerless to avert it. It was as if the sight hypnotized you, and
I took advantage of your moment of weakness and called you over to the
couch, saying, "Watch what I can make him do!" I told you to strip down to
your panties, and in sexually graphic language, I then told you to,
"Prepare me for what you know is going to happen, my sweet." In a trance,
you dropped to your knees and with doe eyes, submissively looked up at Greg
and asked whether you might kiss my pussy in order to prepare it for his
cock. He unzipped his pants and his shaft sprang forth, waving just a few
inches your face. It was beautiful, and my twat throbbed with growing
excitement, knowing it would soon be satisfied, literally right under your
very nose. Your reward in enduring these humiliations was to be allowed to
fondle your nipples while licking "your woman's" pussy in order to prepare
her to be taken by another man.

As you performed your ultimate act of submission, your tongue seemed to
have a life of its own. The girl in you wanted me to desire Greg's cock in
the nastiest way! It was as if you knew exactly where to probe, as if your
tongue were a hummingbird dancing over my clit. Soon, however, it was not
your tongue that my twat ached for, but the long, thick rod that had
sandwiched itself between your ass cheeks (Greg didn't fuck you, but he was
teasing you) even as you did your "job" on me. My boyfriend played with
your nipples and in a very seductive voice, called you all kinds of sweet
demeaning names. You were like a deer caught in the glare of the
headlights...or a small animal hypnotized under the spell of a cobra. You
didn't disappoint. You squeezed your butt-plug with mounting desire that
paced mine. You were making me connect with desires that lit up my
cunt. You were making my cunt ache for the kind of treatment that you could
never give me. Hoarsely, I moaned that I needed to be fucked. I spread my
legs wider even as my lover lifted you off of me and gently set you on the
floor next to the sofa. Though you were burning with excitement, the
hardest thing about you was your nipples. I took this as a very good
sign. Greg's cock, however, was something else again. It was a perfect
specimen of manhood, it was rock hard, and my pussy ached with desire even
as he slowly and skillfully began rubbing just the head against my clit,
mercilessly teasing me as he had teased you. What's a girl to do?  It was
even better than your tongue! I couldn't help it! At that moment, I needed
to be fucked by a real man more than anything else in the whole world!

After teasing the entrance to my waiting hole for what seemed like hours,
Greg smiled down at you and winked just before he let the full length (8
inches) of his hard male shaft slide home, possessing me completely.

You blushed from head to toe! If you had stomped your foot in a fit of
jealous pique, you couldn't have looked more adorable. But you had no will
of your own, and even as he slowly fucked me, even as things began building
to a thundering crescendo, we ordered you to rotate your "pussy" and spread
your girlishly smooth legs while fingerfucking your hard little nipples.

As my lover watched you with visible amusement, he smiled archly and
mounted me doggie style pumping in and out with his slick rod of steel,
slowly at first and then with faster and more powerful strokes while I
rotated my pussy and begged for more. Each time I moaned or cried out, you
cried out in sympathy. It was as if you could feel everything I felt, and
with that butt-plug in place, you probably could!  Later on, I wrapped my
legs around his back, while you spread your own legs even wider, moaning
with feminine desire, as if in fucking me he was somehow also fucking you
as well. I came like an exploding star, my cunt grasping desperately at my
lover's cock as it drilled into the center of my soul, stroke after
satisfying stroke.....

When Greg finally unleashed his load of scalding white cum, you moaned out
your own sweet obscenities, begging him to, "Fuck 'my woman,' fuck her
harder, please...,please nail her to the wall ...give her what she needs,
please.....please....!"

I thought it inexcusably presumptuous that you referred to me as "your
woman," and when Greg and I had finished, I put you in your place by
straddling your face while ordering you lick to my lover's hot thick cream
from my pussy as it dribbled into your mouth. As you did this, I teased
your titties lightly with my fingertips while mentally comparing Greg's
massive shaft with your clit. I wasn't cruel, however. I reminded you that
it that your tongue was a national treasure and that your future role as my
housemate was assured as long as you continued to prepare me for sexual
encounters with other men whose virility and skill at fucking would satisfy
all of my desires as a woman.

When you had finished with me, Greg thought it might be fun to see if you
could cum as a girl. While Greg fucked me a second time, we ordered you to
masturbate with the training dildo I had bought for you a couple of weeks
before....

At that point, Monique raised an eyebrow and interrupted my story. She
looked me in the eye and asked when she'd have a chance to see this tongue
in action. She didn't believe any man would voluntarily degrade himself as
you have. She didn't realize that you're not a man at all. They insisted
that I "lend" you to her in order that she might verify my story.  With my
credibility on the line, as you can readily see, I was in no position to
refuse....

(After I showed them the videotape of our scene with Tom, however, Monique
insisted that I lend you to them...without conditions.)

Carol was strangely silent and flushed when I had finished.  After Monique
had her say, Carol spoke up. She said that she knew the story was true
because she had dated you a few years ago. Seems that she also stumbled on
the "Michael-Jane" part of you fairly early on and it wasn't long before
you were "casting spells" on her cunt with your tongue, much as you do with
me now. The difference is that you and Carol didn't talk about your
respective fantasies. Anyway, one night the two of you got pretty carried
away. She had kissed your nipples for about a half hour. You were trembling
with excitement, which made you feel even more femmy.  As you melted, so
did your pretty clit. It simply refused to get more than semi hard. You
were finally able to insert it (barely), while Carol continued to tease
your nipples with her fingertips. You sensed Carol's frustration and after
you yourself had cum (more like a girl than a boy), you helped her out in
the only way a boygirl could. That was when you cast your first spell on
her waiting cunt....You ate her out for for a long, long time, licking your
cum out of her insatiable pussy, and while no words to this effect were
actually exchanged, she told us that she felt as if your tongue was imbuing
her pussy with an almost magical power to attract men-handsome men at that,
with hard, virile cocks-who would find her irresistibly attractive and want
to fuck her. Her fantasy was that as they looked at her, she'd find
herself...looking back. Any resistance or pangs of conscience that she
might have felt arise in her was immediately quelled by the magic of your
own persuasive tongue, which brought her to a greater peak of excitement
than she had ever known with you before.

As it happened, Carol had a plane to catch the next day. She didn't talk to
you about at happened, but she told us. When she boarded the airplane, she
found herself seated to a very sexy stranger whom, as luck would have it,
she spent the weekend with. They couldn't get enough of each other, and
when she flew back home, her pussy was still slick with his cum. Carol
reports that you were very attentive when she returned....You licked and
kissed her sweet pussy almost slavishly, bringing her to a thundering
orgasm. You seemed to sense something had happened, but she never admitted
the truth to you because she didn't want to hurt you.

She didn't know how to handle you as I do, plus she really didn't
appreciate the depths to which a boygirl would sink. Because she felt
guilty about lying to you (there was another man who fucked her about two
weeks later for whom you also unwittingly "prepared her") and because she
couldn't quite fit you into her picture of the way "things ought to be"
between boyfriend and girlfriend-she found herself "looking back" at a lot
of other men during that period-Carol dumped you a month or two after.

You should take some consolation in the fact that after telling her my
story, she said she regrets the dump. She now knows that she could have
molded you in ways that would have pleased you both, and that there was
never any cause for shame or guilt. She knows that if she had just been a
bit more honest and a little more daring, she might have been able to have
her cake....and have it eaten too, and on a regular basis!!



Subject: Small World....

Your e-mail really turned me on. I didn't realize there had been a Carol in
your life or how close I had come to the truth.  You (and the women in your
life) need to fully accept the fact that you really ARE a little boycunt,
Michael-Jane!  If the "man" in you hadn't been so jealous, Carol could have
used you in some delightful ways!

I want you to do something for me...and for my girlfriends as well. I want
you to imagine these scenes that I've described, and masturbate with them
in mind. I don't want you to cum as a man. I want you to tease your nipples
and spread your legs, playing with your breasts on a daily basis, while
fucking yourself with a dildo and learning to cum as a girl. I also want
you to imagine that each of your previous girlfriends encouraged the girl
in you, even if it humiliated the boy.  I want you to imagine them with
real men. Imagine yourself in a totally subservient role. Imagine what they
say to you, how they put you in your place, the things they do to you and
what they make you do.

In a few weeks (I need to be away awhile), we will have a party. Monique
will be there, along with her boyfriend. Carol will be there with her
lover. You'll also be there, perfumed and pantied. It will be at the party
in which Carol, your former girlfriend, will tell you and everyone else in
the room exactly what happened after you saw her off at the airport on that
day so long ago. Carol's descriptions of her two affairs while dating you
were very hot. I trust that you will be aroused, as will all of us. Her
boyfriend, you'll be interested to know, is bi and very handsome. You will
demonstrate to my girlfriends what a passionate cocksucker you can be, if
properly inspired. You will suck him off, and if Carol times this right,
he'll explode in your mouth at the same time she finishes her story.
Remember to do your homework while I'm gone, boygirl.





Subject: oh my...

God you are good...I can see exactly the scene you are describing...and
even more delicious...I know what Greg looks like, so it's even more
real...  I'll bet he'd like what you described, too.  I'll bet you really
ARE a good cocksucker, my sweet little Michael-Jane!

Now that you mention those lace panties, that makes me think that you might
look nice in thigh-high stockings, too.  I've always had this urge, when I
see one of those Victoria's Secret models, to slide my hand up her nyloned
thighs, slowly, her head resting on my shoulder as we stand in the middle
of the room...slowly, teasingly, until my fingers reach the treasure hidden
under those panties...and fondle her through the silk until she is panting,
helpless....open...I could do the same thing to you, too.  And after your
knees weakened from the effect of my fingers, I would lay you gently down
on the bed, on your back, and lay on top of you, my weight pressing you
down...softly, insistently, licking your nipples, while at the same time
rubbing my dampening cunt on your erection imprisoned in the silk
panties...  ahhh, you are so hard, it feels so good on my clit, I bite down
gently on your stiff nipples and circle them with my tongue...

You are such a sweet little pussy, I want to lick you all over...did you
remember that Greg was standing behind me, stroking his lengthening shaft?
Maybe this time I will make HIM watch, as I make love to you as I would to
a woman, gently, slowly, as he can never do...kissing, our tongues
clashing...I work my way down your chest, nibbling, one hand holding each
breast, as I playfully tug your panties down with my teeth...freed, you
spread your legs for me as I lick between them, with long slow strokes,
slowly descending towards your sweet asshole. By this time, your girlcock
is throbbing, aching to be satisfied, I slide upwards and turn around,
simultaneously lowering my pussy to your face and my mouth onto your shaft.
Your hardness fills my mouth, I love that feeling and the taste of
you...and your tongue is working magic on my clit...I can't help it, my
hips move slowly and sensuously over your lips, fucking your face.

You wrap your arms around me, strongly, tightly, and roll us over so that
you are on top, and you are fucking my willing mouth, filling me with your
sweet hard cock....and your inviting smooth ass faces Greg and his
now-raging hard-on....



Subject: Personal Musings

My erotic muse has been strangely silent these last few days, a passing
phase, I'm sure.  I think that as we have gotten to know each other, I'm a
little afraid of falling in love.

I spend 3/4 of my time wanting to be at someone's feet, and the other
quarter wanting to order a slave around.  Go figure.  GOD I wish I didn't
have this pesky conscience, the things I would like to do with you, the
things I would like you to do to me.  Don't think your letters to me are
falling into a black hole, it's just that I'm uncertain what to do with
them, with my feelings, with my cunt. I want to taste you, I know that you
taste sweet, I want to SEE you melt when I touch your nipples, not just
read about it.  I want to wrap my legs around your back, I want my collar
around your throat, I want you to service my girlfriends, too.  I want to
hear your moans, feel your girlcock, smell your sweat.  If you asked me at
this very moment, if I were looking deeply into your eyes, I would kiss you
softly, slowly, my tongue lightly darting between your lips.

You are like a fast flowing river, I fear to take a first step, that I
might be carried away.



Subject: Putting You in Your Place

I had a lovely fantasy, about shaving your legs. I seem to be going through
a phase of thinking about smooth assholes, and the thrill of penetrating
them.  Not mine, yours! Since you've been freshly shaved, your skin must be
very sensitive. And I did it the old fashioned way, with shaving foam and a
razor, so you're very very smooth.  I hope you don't mind, but I've got you
turned on your stomach, the lights down low, and I'm enjoying slowly
smoothing lotion on your back, your legs, your ass, and the sensitive
shaved places between them.  As I slick the lotion over your balls, my hand
between your legs, I slide upwards, and my finger gently penetrates your
tight hole.  You moan with pleasure, having been totally relaxed by the
body rub you've gotten.  Gradually, I ease a second finger into your
asshole, slowly finger fucking you, like a pussy, leaning over you and
simultaneously kissing and licking your neck and shoulders.  You begin to
raise your buttocks a little, meeting each thrust, impaling yourself on my
fingers.

And I reach under the covers, and get the smooth dildo I've been saving for
you, and hold it up to your lips for you to suck.  And you willingly,
slavishly suck it, drawing it deep into your mouth, as I continue to relax
your sweet ass with my fingers.  You are so beautiful, and so
willing...your legs slightly spread, your hard cock pressed underneath you.
I withdraw the dildo from your mouth, and slowly slide it into your tight
hole, a little at a time.  As its thickness enters your body, your clit
jumps a little, and a small trickle of pre-cum drips down it's head.  After
the dildo is all the way inside, I stand up, and look at you lying there.
I can't resist, I lean down, holding your head, kissing you...thrusting my
tongue in your mouth...and the doorbell rings.

I instruct you to stay right there...don't move, I have a nice surprise for
you...and go to the door and let in my friend Bobbi.  She is a VERY cute
babe, model material actually, petite with pixielike short black hair, an
Anne Parilaud look-alike, mysteriously androgynous and very bi as well, and
I've told her about you, and the magic your tongue can perform on a pussy.

As you lay on the bed, the dildo protruding from your asshole, she and I
begin to kiss passionately, and our fingers begin caressing each other's
pussies, mine already wet from the treatment I've given you.  I whisper
into her ear, and she nods, and lies down on the bed beside you, face down
also.  Now it's your turn, and with the dildo still inside of you, you have
to kiss and lick her neck and back, and slowly work your way down to her
sweet little pussy.  She moans and wriggles in pleasure as you stick your
tongue up her pussy, sliding it in and out, preparing her for what is to
come. You finger fuck her tight ass and lubricate it with her juices.

At the same time, my mouth has found it's way to your hard girlcock, slowly
sucking its swollen head, licking up and down the shaft. The dildo in your
ass excites you, and you thrust your hips toward my face, your cock sinking
deep into my throat.  It swells even more, but I don't want you to cum
quite yet, and I stop my caresses. You are so sweet and so willing, and so
you don't hesitate a moment when I tell you to please sink your rod up to
the hilt in her waiting ass.  She wants it bad, my dear, and you are going
to give it to her.

As the head of your cock passes her tight sphincter, the two of you cry out
in unison, in profound pleasure.  She arches her back, begging for more of
your shaft, and you gladly give it to her.  The dildo in your ass, and the
tightness of her hole is nearly more than you can stand...and I start
slowly fucking your asshole with the dildo, as you're fucking her...as you
back out of her, you impale yourself on the thick cock in your ass, as you
move forward, you fill her with deep pleasure...her hand creeps beneath her
body, her fingers stroking her plump pussy lips and firm clit, and she
begins to cum, crying out.  Her asshole begins to rhythmically open and
close on your sweet girlcock, and you drive as deeply inside her as you
can, the dildo buried deep inside of you, your hot semen pumping, filling
her body...

And I realize that I have not had an orgasm, and my pussy is throbbing and
wet...and you may be tired, but you are going to have to do something about
this, right now!




Subject: Bobbi & Boygirl (continued)

Your cock slowly enters my upturned pussy, delving into the warm wetness as
my lips lower themselves towards Bobbi's eager cunt. I know her sweet taste
well, and her head drops back on the bed, and she begins to moan and rotate
her hips.  The pleasure of your penetration has me moaning as well, and the
vibration of my voice adds to her sensations.  Somehow our roles have
changed, the thrust of your pelvis against my ass makes me feel submissive,
and I revel in the knowledge that you will not stop fucking me until I have
cum, Bobbi has cum, and you can't stand the pressure of another impending
orgasm.

Each thrust of your hips pressed my mouth against her wet slit, and as she
begins to cum on my face, I slide as many fingers will fit into her hot
cunt.  She cries out, loudly, and begs me to please fuck her, and I oblige
with my tongue and slick fingers, pumping them into her swollen hole,
slowly but a little roughly - I know she likes it that way.  And my pussy
is responding as well to the delicious feel of your thick shaft, tightening
with desire and my approaching orgasm.  Your cock glistens as you withdraw
it completely from my now desperate cunt, and you begin to insistently
press it into my asshole, as a recovering Bobbi kneels by your side.

As your uncomfortably thick shaft eases it's way into my ass, her fingers
find their way into my grasping cunt - both my holes are filled, and I am
swept into a frenzy of desire, uncontrollably moaning and thrusting myself
on your throbbing cock, cumming again and again. My legs are spread as wide
as they can go, and you impale me over and over again, as her fingers begin
rubbing my overly sensitive clit, and as my asshole quivers in yet another
orgasm, you fall forward on top of me.  Your cock jammed in as deeply as it
can go, your orgasm overwhelming your body, and your sweet girlcum spurting
inside of me, you hold me tight and kiss my opened mouth, telling me what a
sweet little cunt I am.


Subject: Alternate Ending (Bobbi and Boygirl, part 3)

Ok...the plot so far...

I believe that after kissing and fondling Bobbi, I asked you if you would
fuck her asshole, since she likes that sort of thing. And while your thick
cock was buried deep inside of her, she was finger fucking herself, and
licking my pussy...

But this time you don't get to cum...at my request, you have to hold back,
making your penis available to her, thrust deep in her ass, so she can have
a spectacular orgasm.  And she does, humping against her own fingers...her
tongue lashing my clit.  You have to stay inside of her, throbbingly close
to your own orgasm, while she finishes me off.  She does a nice job, my
hands holding her head, my fingers laced in her hair...I love the way she
kisses my cunt lips as if they were my mouth, kissing over and over, her
tongue delving inside of me in a French kiss.

After I have cum, you are allowed to pull out of her ass, and we both
admire your pulsing rod......Bobbi rests on the bed while I take you to the
shower to quickly clean up.  You stand meekly in the shower while I lather
you with soap, paying attention to your smooth balls and ass, and being
sure to get your still hard cock really clean.  I tease you with my soapy
hands, masturbating you, stroking your shaft, but not letting you cum.  You
are getting frustrated, and it's not going to get better any time soon.

After you get out of the shower, I towel you off, and reach into the
cupboard and produce a length of soft, skinny, rolled leather...like a
piece of spaghetti or shoe string, but smoothly finished all around. To
your surprise I begin to gently lace up your still erect penis, sort of
Roman-sandal style, crisscrossing, and tying the ends at the base.  It's
not painful to you, but somewhat restrictive, and you wonder what I'm up
to.  I lead you back out to the bedroom, where Bobbi sees your cock and
smiles with delight.  She knows what is going to happen, and she is
excited.  She crawls to the edge of the bed, her mouth at your crotch
level, and begins licking your cock.  As she sucks it's head, you feel
exquisite pleasure as it swells like a tasty plum.  I tell her to make you
cum.

She begins to suck your cock with serious intent, and it doesn't take long
before you thrust yourself into her mouth, you've been waiting for so long.
But while your cock trembles with the pleasure of an orgasm, the lacing
doesn't allow your semen to exit, and your cock remains erect and
sensitive, and you feel a pressure in your balls that you would dearly like
to relieve.

Bobbi lays back on the bed, beckoning you to fill her pussy with your now
massive and textured cock.  You plunge into her, wanting to cum, to fill
her cunt, to pay her back for the frustration you are feeling - and she
loves every second of it.  The sensation of this ridged cock makes her
scream in pleasure, her legs wrapped around your back, her hips thrusting
upwards, her mouth biting and sucking at yours.  My arms are wrapped around
you, alternately pinching her nipples and yours as well.  She is cumming
over and over again, her heels on your ass drumming you deeper and deeper
inside of her.  You have another pleasurable but frustrating orgasm, your
cock still annoyingly erect, your balls painfully engorged...Finally, Bobbi
has had enough, and you pull your beautiful, thick, pulsing cock out of her
slit, dripping with her wetness, and you look at me with complete
frustration...

I roll her over, and she complies willingly, tiredly, and I reach for the
laces around your cock.  I carefully untie them, releasing your rod,
stroking the shaft, and lightly licking it's head.  You throw your head
back in pleasure, and I turn you towards Bobbi's relaxed asshole, helping
you slide your swollen cock inside of her.

The sensations for you are unbelievable, you have waited for so long for an
orgasm, it only takes a few thrusts in her tight ass, and you release the
pent up sperm you've so wanted to fill her with. You can hear her muffled
groans of delight, feeling the quantity and heat of your cum...




Subject: Distraction

I would like to say, too, that you are responsible for me not being worth
anything at work these days!  I can't stop thinking about our
conversations, and my pussy is constantly aching.  I have had more orgasms
this last month than in all of last year!

I might ask you to kiss my pussy again, like you have done so nicely
before.  Maybe this time you would turn around, 69ing, so I can kiss and
lick you at the same time...as softly and gently as you are doing to me.
You've left my arms free so I can wrap them around your waist and press
your body down, engulfing you completely in my mouth...oh Mistress, I could
stay locked together with you like this forever!  Please, oh please, kiss
my little cunny, please...I'm going to cum now...



Subject: I'm Gonna Explode...

if I don't get to fuck you soon!  I thought of you and your sweet mouth
yesterday, while masturbating.  This warm weather does something to me,
every hot afternoon I get languidly aroused and have to do something about
it.  When I lay in the sun it's even worse.  When my sister and I went to
Alki I thought about how nice it would be if you were lying next to me, and
I could see the bulge from your hard cock.  Alki was magically, suddenly, a
secluded private beach, so I could reach over while you were drowsing in
the sun on your back, and lightly trace its outlines through your bathing
suit. You moaned in your sleep, enjoying the increasing pressure of my
fingers.  I gently slid your suit down your body, freeing your penis, and
leaned over and took it's head in my mouth, licking and kissing it.
Hmmm...are you still sleeping or just pretending to sleep, lying completely
still and quiet?  I inch upwards, taking time to lick your salty nipples,
biting them gently, sucking on them like small breasts.  And then back down
to your cock, smelling of warm sweat and sun, and of the salt water of the
Pacific.  I continue gently sucking on its head, licking up and down the
shaft, not wanting to wake you.  My tongue flicks around the sweet swollen
head, and I see your rod swelling, your orgasm approaching.  At the last
moment, my tongue still delicately flicking, teasing, I take as much of
your staff into my mouth as I can hold.  Your hips rise off the blanket,
your hands instinctively clutching my head, as you pump warm jets of cum
down my throat, a groan escaping your lips.  You sneaky guy, you were awake
all along!




Subject: Raising the Benchmark

It's cool, overcast and depressing today.  I sit here in my empty room
wearing an old, tattered terrycloth robe---what a difference from
yesterday.  I am SUCH a sunshine-slut!  Yesterday I felt so sexy and full
of energy and self-satisfied as the warmth permeated my very soul.  Today I
arose from bed in a total funk.  If it wasn't for your sweet letter this
morning, I would have gone through the whole day feeling very out-of-sorts.

Given my recent fantasies as YOUR submissive, I had almost forgotten how
much I love having you as a slave to help feed my sexual appetite.  It's
definitely been too long since you assisted other men in their attempts to
satisfy my needs.  What a rush knowing you get off by being totally devoted
to me and my every whim.  Your reward, (allowing you the pleasure of
slurping their cum out of my pussy) seemed like the least I could do at the
time, after the way you heightened my orgasms by your service.

However, after reading your letter this morning, I fear I may be granting
you too much too soon.  You sounded like you got way too much satisfaction.
I want you climbing the walls each and every day---wanting and needing the
bliss of knowing that your only reason for being is to inflame my pussy.
You obviously weren't hungry enough if it held you so well for so
long. There's no way you can make me believe that in all that time you
didn't masturbate as you visualized my men and I fucking in front of your
face.

I've decided that a good case of blue-balls will make you more devoted to
fulfilling my needs first.  You are definitely on the right track, but we
need to fine-tune your role.  I want you constantly erect, your hard-on
interfering with all the rest of your daily activities.  I want your cock
straining against your jeans so hard it's painful all the time, not just
when you read my letters and when you write back to me.  Allowing you to
cum at will is sure to take away some of your need, (and more importantly,)
affect the quality of your service.  Since that seems likely to reduce your
effectiveness as my personal slave, in the future you will be rewarded by
cumming only when I specifically give you permission.

I am completely aware that you receive a great deal of pleasure when I
allow you to be butt-fucked or slurp my well-used pussy.  However, since I,
too, get off seeing this, I guess I'll just have to allow it.  When you are
able to prove to me that it is YOU that heighten my orgasms above and
beyond anything I have ever known, I will reconsider allowing you to
masturbate to release in front of me.

It's still gray outside.  I just slipped my fingers inside my robe and
discovered that my nipples are now nice and hard and pouting---just the way
I love them.  Writing to you seems to have pleased my body, and for that I
thank you.  I'm considering the idea of picking up the phone and calling
Tom---I wonder if he'd be interested in another date.  Last time I talked
to him he asked if I was going to allow you to be part of our fucking
again.  He didn't seem too enthusiastic about having you there---he found
it rather passe'.

If you want me to change his mind, perhaps you'd better come up with some
really unique suggestions I can pass on to tweak his interest.  Just
preparing me for his beautiful huge cock probably won't be enough for him,
although he reaps the benefits.  He isn't aware of how intimate your
ministrations can be.

Hmmmm, now my pussy is really starting to get wet.  This might be an okay
day after all.

I await your reply . . .




Subject: Motels

I do love knowing that I have the power to turn you into a boycunt, and
when you talked about laying in the next room listening to me make love,
you really hit my turn-on button.

I've always really gotten off making love in motels where I knew we could
be easily overheard.  I'm always much more vocal, make more "sexy" noises,
bang the bed against the wall and talk way dirtier than at home.  "Oh yes,
lick it, (pant, pant,) oh yes, yes, (snort, snort,) fuck me, fuck me now,
stick it in, (gasp, Gasp!) now, NOW, yes, yes, oh Yes YES, Oh fuck, I'm
cumming, Oh fuck! Oh GOD oh Fuck, Harder, Faster, oh Fuck FUCK!!!"

I heard a woman doing exactly that many years ago, and I actually came when
she did-just listening to them.  Ever since, I've enjoyed trying to return
the favor whenever possible!  :-)






Subject: What a Woman Really Wants (part 1)

. . . oh, you silver-tongued devil, you!  Thank you, thank you!

I had such a sweet orgasm when I read your response to my letter about
masturbating on that gloomy morning. What a nice letter to come home
to...and cum to.

Linda Lovelace may have had her clit in her throat, but mine is definitely
higher and deeper-right between my ears. No, Sweetie, don't try to hit it
with your beautiful, 17 inch prong. That may have worked for her but it
isn't gonna make me see the stars. Fucking my face just isn't ever gonna
get me off. +++But can you ever deep-throat me with that silver tongue of
yours+++WOW (!)

My SO is the best man in my life at playing my body to it's full erotic
potential, but you are definitely the best I've ever known when it comes to
fucking my mind. You seem to know, instinctively, just how to lick my
head-clit until it overcame my lower one. In so many ways you give me more
powerful, exciting and satisfying climaxes than My SO and his awesome
command between my legs. Yours are the ones that stay with me all day, that
I flash on as I reach for the Cheerios or cross my legs in my mini, or
glance at my reflection in the store window.

Fucking my mind gets so much closer the dirty little core of what really
makes me cum-it "gets to" the real slut in me. I've been physically-fucked
by a master-a man who could keep it up for hours and hit every square
centimeter of my inner pleasure palace, but who couldn't deliver me even
the tiniest orgasm. He was just totally unaware of my mind's clit. While my
SO knows it's there and can play around with it, and often gets it nice and
juicy, it's still very much a mystery to him. And for some reason he
doesn't seem interested in getting to know it to it's full potential.

You have come the closest to understanding it and possessing it and making
it your own. Perhaps because I've loosened up and allowed you free reign,
perhaps because of the "safety" of our physical distance, perhaps because
your feminine side is so much stronger and fine-tuned than most men-I don't
know. But you seem to know that girls can get as down and dirty and nasty
as guys can. This is a first for me and I love it! Thank you again!



Subject: Thank You Wishes

Awesome-thanks, Sweetie! Your response to my sunshine scene deserves a
really special thank-you.

I've never met a man with nipple-sensitivity it (the NS factor) like you
have, but mine are the same, and men absolutely love them. Many have
commented on how jealous they are. I have the capacity of orgasm from
nipple stimulation only and have heard of very few women who can brag of
that.

Toni-boy, do I want to hear more about her! I really love sharing real
experiences and people. Fantasies are a special turn-on, of course, but
sharing real-life seems to get me wetter, quicker. Toni pushed a special
button with me. The modeling/ studio/fucking, and especially the telling
you about it later scene-all this cries out to me for more detail. I could
really get into that, having been in front of a camera on occasion in my
past, and knowing the exhibitionist-rush it gave me.

If Toni had been able to bring out the girl in you when you were
twenty-two, your life would have changed forever!  I picture her teasing
your nipples and fucking you with a strap-on dildo before the swingers
parties, leaving you in a state of arousal and frustration, and then going
with you to a party where she gets all her needs satisfied by beautiful
studs with toned, muscular bodies! Wow! Then she takes you back to her
apartment and lets you clean out her pussy with your nimble tongue. Yes! I
want you to masturbate during the next few days with that image in your
head and a butt plug in your ass!

Kisses to your little nipples. Hope they are as perky as mine are right now
and you squeeze them lovingly for me. Remember to think of me. And don't
forget to think of Toni...and Carol...and your other former (and future)
girlfriends too...all doing you as I do!



Subject: The Party

You remember that my girlfriends and I decided that you would be the guest
of honor at a party we were throwing?

Well, instead of staging our own party, in which the outcome would be known
from the beginning, we decided to bring you along as my "date" to New
Horizon's, that swinger's club in Lynnwood that I told you about. My three
girlfriends would be there with their guys, and you would come pretending
to be mine. We wouldn't bring you dressed in panties, but after we got
finished with you, it was a sure bet that you'd leave in them!

We realized that it would take some time and "preparation" for the other
people at this party, even though they were pretty open-minded, to get used
to the notion of someone like you. We thought the most erotic move would be
for Monique, who is even prettier than her name, to "out you" in a room
full of other people while I was being laid. The goal wasn't to just get
you aroused (that's hardly a challenge), but also to get the rest of the
people aroused from her power over you. Everything depended on our
presentation.


On the night of the party, we decided that you would be initially presented
very much as you were in that scene with Greg. You would appear to be my
"boyfriend," but before the night was over, everyone at the party would
know you for what you were, and want to use you too, as a willing and
winsome little boygirl.

By the time Monique got to you, you had already made an impression on some
of the guests. We were all naked, of course, and the babes weren't very shy
about checking out how well endowed the guys were. When I asked you to eat
me out before slow dancing with an exceptionally well-hung and handsome
suitor, you did as you were told. Your ass was high in the air and your
butt-plug (!) was clearly visible to all present. Several people laughingly
commended you on your technique. By the time my partner took my hand and
led me to the dance floor, I was literally dripping with excitement. It
wasn't long before the full length of his enormous cock was ensconced in my
tight little hole. While he danced with me, my cunt spasmodically clasped
his shaft in rhythmic contractions.  I wrapped my legs around his waist as
he slowly fucked me in time to the music.

Seeing that you were beginning to flush with jealousy, Monique took your
hand and led you off to another corner of the darkened room. She told you
she had seen the video I made of our threesome with Tom. It wasn't long
before she began to play with your sexy nipples, first with her fingers and
then with her tongue. You melted. You involuntarily moaned and began to
spread your legs, panting like the babe that you actually are. She
whispered in your ear that even though your girlcock wasn't exactly stud
material at a party like this, there were other ways in which you could
please the women here.

She flipped you over, still teasing the little points of your nipples until
they burned with girlish passion and desire. She positioned you so that
your head rested low on a pillow, while your smooth, creamy ass, which was
supported on several pillows, was raised high in the air, making it a
conspicuously inviting erotic target. Your pose made a very pretty picture
indeed!  With that butt plug in place, you could not have looked more
submissive! Monique began to pretend to fuck you doggie style, and, in her
seductive French accent, she began to tell the other people in the room how
things were for you.  The little minx seemed to take inordinately perverse
pleasure telling everyone in the most explicit language about Debbie's
"boyfriend."  "See!" she commented. " She can't help it!" With her free
hand, she held an index finger out for you and coyly told you to suck it
like a good girl.  Without missing a beat, you shamelessly began sucking
her finger as if it were a cock.

While all of this was going on, my legs were wrapped around the kind of
drop-dead gorgeous hunk every girl at one time or another dreams about
fucking. I heard your moans from the other side of the room, and answered
them with my own, even as my lover's lovely cock pistoned in and out of
me. I felt that my cunt belonged to him alone! As he teased the entrance to
my honeyed hole with the head of his shaft, Monique stabbed your nipples
with her fingertips, causing you to howl at the moon. By this time, our
room was packed with spectators, and the sexual heat was incandescent.

While Monique pretended to fuck you from behind, Carol began to sensuously
rotate her well-trimmed box in tight little circles in time to BB King's
"The Thrill is Gone." She had been well-fucked by her boyfriend earlier in
the evening, and her cunny was still sticky with his cum. In her sweet
Southern drawl, she said, "I'm not interested in your clit, boygirl, but I
know you give good head. Do me like you do Debbie!" You didn't need a lot
of extra encouragement. You leaned forward while on your hands and knees,
licked her clit, and then, deciding you definitely liked the taste, you
methodically cleaned her sex with your tongue as if it were a long
prehensile serpent, fucking her, arousing her to the point where her pussy
seemed to glow in the dark and she began to whimper. My own girlish moans
blended with Carol's.  I could hear her struggling to maintain control
while she complimented you on being so good with your tongue...just moments
before a series of multiple orgasms sent her cascading over the edge.

Monique used that opportunity to hold up the same harness and dildo I had
been using to train you with over the past few of weeks.  God knows how she
managed to smuggle it into a roomful of naked bodies!  She strapped it on,
took the butt plug out, and lubed both the dildo and your sweet rosebud
hole....and slowly and sensuously began fucking you in earnest! As you
began to moan with pleasure at being thrilled and filled with something
more substantial than a butt-plug, she told everyone within earshot that as
the party's mascot, your "job" was to remind every woman there that what
she really needed in a man was something that no boygirl could ever give
her...but that as a cheerleader in their mating ritual with real men, as an
"oral facilitator" who had a talent to make their sex burn for something
hard and real and satisfying, a boygirl like you definitely had his uses.
Your own ecstatic cries of agreement as she sensuously skewered you with
the dildo were enough to send me over the edge!

Everyone in the room heard me cry out, as the truth of Monique's words
seared my soul and penetrated even more deeply than my lover's cock, "God
yes, you bet I need a REAL man!! Yes!! I do!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! YES! A
big...long...thick cock... like YOURS!! Please! Please! Give it to me!!
Nail me to the wall!  Please fuck me NOW!  I need a cock between my legs!
Your COCK!! YOUR cock!! YOUR COCK!!! Oh God...Oh my God... Please Fuck me!!
I'm Cumming.....Oh God...Oh God...!!  I'm cummmmmmmmmmmmming!!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Carol's handsome lover stepped forward at the precise moment that my first
orgasm swept over me, and he began to tease your nipples with his
fingertips. In the next moment, with your ass still raised high in the air
while Monique continued to fuck you, you struck yet another pose of
ultimate submission as he encouraged you to show everyone at the party what
a sweet little cocksucker you were! Your lips were soon molded prettily
around his long, sculpted tool, your face flushed with sexual excitement as
your head bobbed dreamily up and down. Carol came to your side, and she
began telling the whole room the story of her sexual dalliances after you
dropped her off at the airport so long ago. This was the first time you had
heard it, of course, and out of consideration for you, she held back none
of the erotic details. The stranger on the plane had indeed looked at her,
and she looked back, and what ensued was a torrid weekend affair.  And then
there was the other guy with that lovely cock two weeks later! She told us
that you displayed so much humility in cleaning her box whenever she
returned from her trysts that she failed to give you any credit for the
magical chemistry between herself and her lovers. She simply didn't know
what a boygirl could do, or what to do with one at that time. She didn't
know that you were only doing your "assignment"-and, she added, doing it
very well indeed.

And so she dumped you, she let you go. At that point, she leaned forward
and tenderly-almost wistfully-kissed your breasts, while Monique continued
to fuck you with the dildo. As Carol lightly fucked your hard little
nipples with her tongue, your legs parted ever so slightly and, shivering
with lust, you sucked her handsome partner's hard, virile shaft until his
massive balls rewarded you by giving up their hot sweet seed, which you
eagerly swallowed without a moment's hesitation.

Moments later, Monique produced a pair of sexy lace crotchless panties and
in full view of everyone, she made you wiggle into them and pose.  She let
people know that your new party name from this time forth would be
Michael-Jane.  Several of the women giggled while the men looked on with
amused interest. Monique described the panties as a symbol of your
subservient erotic status, having just come out as the party's "mascot."

Then Monique asked for volunteers to "finish you off!" The 2 guys who
volunteered to fuck you managed to keep you on edge for half an hour,
during which time your cute, tight, girlish ass moved in inviting erotic
circles as if it were plugged into a perpetual motion machine. You sucked
their cocks to make sure that each man was "ready" when he got to the front
of the queue and slipped it in from behind. You also were required to
performed cunnilingus on several beautiful women who invited you to clean
out their pussies with your tongue. You were used as a slut all night and
came en femme several times. Word was getting around regarding your many
unusual talents! Needless to say, my girlfriends and I were very proud of
you, boygirl!




Subject: Snuggle-Thoughts

Three letters waiting for me-what a rush! I actually got wet yesterday
afternoon just thinking about logging on to see what and/or if you'd
written to me. We were sitting on the ferry riding back from the Peninsula,
tired and quiet and mellow and just sort of spacing out. An attractive man
walked past and when I looked at him, for some reason I flashed on you and
started thinking about how much I look forward to our correspondence. I was
quickly all-warm and tingly and wet and very much aware that I could easily
bring myself off, if I so much as squeezed my thighs together or squirmed a
little deeper into my seat. I didn't, as much as I think you might like to
hear that I had, but spent some really nice quality time thinking about
what we have between us.

What we have is good. At least for me, it's good. It makes me feel good
even though I don't necessarily understand it. Even when I'm not trying to
just get "high" by reading your inner workings or sharing my own, it feels
good. That you can make me cum with just your words, totally liberate me
with your imagination and validate my own history with your confessionals
has been so empowering I can't believe it. I think the term you used in a
recent letter about turning your women on to their "raw female sexuality,"
really sums it up for me. (And yes, Virginia, you ARE good at that!) I'm
starting to understand that that's what I love most about you and what
you've brought to our relationship. Not only your acceptance of my inner
needs but your nurturing of them is what has been so powerful for me. My SO
"accepts" the fact that I have them, but it's kinda like Clinton's "don't
ask, don't tell" policy. Just accepting them isn't the same as honoring,
encouraging and even loving them. You do this for me, boygirl. You prepare
my soil, plant the seeds, water and weed them, and-most of all-heap the
fertilizer on so lovingly that I can't help but grow and blossom for us
both! I hope you enjoy the aroma of my flowering as much as I love having
you put your nose so deeply into me that you can inhale all my inner
essence.

Your list of past lovers was both intriguing and exciting. You already told
me about Toni and Carol, but there were a lot of other women as well. I
don't know who to ask about first-probably Hellane and her babysitter
turned me on the most. Wish something like that had happened to me when I
was babysitting! The closest thing was having the father of the kids I
babysat come on to me whenever he'd drive me home afterwards. Actually, as
I remember it, his wife turned me on more than he did. If SHE had come-on
to me, my whole life might have turned out really different! :-)

Pray for sunshine! I need it to liberate my juices.



Subject: Kinky couples party

Maybe I'm not as kinky as I think I am.  Or I'm mentally kinky, and not
into the physical posturing and props.  Playing dress up occasionally is
fun, in private, but I'm not really much of an exhibitionist.
hmmmm.....although I did just think of something else fun to do with you...

Imagine this: You are kneeling in a quiet and darkened room with just
enough candlelight for me to see you by.  But you don't know about the
candles, because you are blindfolded.  You are deliciously naked, your arms
tied over your head, maybe attached to a loop on a wall or ceiling.

And I am quietly, sensuously, kissing you over your entire body, licking
your nipples, fondling your very hard cock, tasting your lips.  Since you
are in the center of the room, I can hold you from front or back, and I
enjoy spending time caressing your smooth ass cheeks, they're so round and
nice.

You can't tell where the next kiss or lick will land, you are blindfolded,
and so you must wait, your skin tingling, for my next touch.  Suddenly my
hands stop touching you, and you wonder, what is she doing?  And my mouth
suddenly engulfs your cock, not touching any other part of your body.  The
lack of sensation from the rest of your body makes you focus intensely on
the pleasure in your cock, and as it slides deeply down my throat you can
feel my tongue delicately licking it's base.  Still helplessly tied, you
succumb to a draining orgasm, your semen filling my mouth.  As you sigh
with pleasure and relief, I move upwards, holding your head, and as I kiss
you, transfer your tasty cum into your mouth.  Yum!

Or imagine you and I in a partial state of undress, you with your shirt
off, your trousers unzipped, passionately kissing.  My hand in your pants,
holding and stroking your very hard girlcock.  My mouth drops to your
exposed nipples, at first softly kissing each one, and then more firmly.
Your knees buckle with desire, falling backwards onto the bed, my mouth
following you down.  I slowly fuck each nipple with my tongue, insistently
probing and biting, and your legs spread underneath me, your mouth softly
opened, panting...

My warm mouth descends lower, kissing my way towards your throbbing clit,
but only lingering for a moment on it's swollen head, teasing you, before I
continue my downwards travel.  I pause, kissing each testicle, laving them
with my flat and wide tongue gently and then I slowly lick the skin between
your legs, where your pussy is, hearing your groans of passion, your head
thrown back.  I lick you like you were a woman, softly and wetly, and when
you raise your knees, lick downwards toward your secret place of passion,
eliciting even more sounds of pleasure from you.  I gently roll you over on
your stomach, kissing your rounded and girlishly smooth ass checks.

And when you are unable to move away from my mouth, your pretty butt high
in the air, legs spread, I slowly slide a finger into your well-lubricated
ass.  Your honeyed hole is warm and tight, and after introducing another
finger, I start to slowly fuck you in and out until it's time for something
a little larger.  I get out a harness, and fasten into it a two headed
dildo.  One end is going to satisfy my dripping pussy, and the other end is
for you.  I need you to lubricate the end destined for me, and so while you
are kneeling so prettily on the bed, I ask you to you lick and suck the
cock intended for me, in order to be sure it is ready for my hot cunt.  You
watch as I don the harness in front of you, being sure you have a good view
as the thick dildo that spreads my pussy widely, my face contorting in
pleasure. You are glad the other end of the dildo meant for you is a
slimmer version of the one impaling my swollen cunt. I move behind you, and
give your "pussy" a last wet finger-fuck to be sure you are ready.

Restraining my lust, I press the head of the dildo into your ass slowly and
gently, although my instincts are to thrust deeply, desiring the reciprocal
thrust into my cunt.  At last it is completely enclosed in your hot tunnel,
and I bend forwards, my body in complete contact with yours, slowly
thrusting, my fingers reaching around the front of you to teasingly touch
your fiery nipples.  As you moan in anticipation, I whisper in your ear
what a good little whore you are, and how much pleasure you give me.  Each
time I impale you on my cock, "your" hard cock thrusts deeply into me.  Our
boundaries blur as our sexual tension increases, each of us fucking and
being fucked, penetrated and being penetrated.  My hand slips down to your
semi-hard clit (sometimes it's hard to be a girl and a boy at the same
time), stroking you in time with my thrusts into your pussy.  The dildo
stretching my pussy causes me to begin to orgasm, and as I cum, I
helplessly thrust deep and hard inside you, triggering your own orgasm,
your cum spurting through my caressing fingers, and we collapse into a
sweaty, smiling pile of humanity.






Subject: What a Woman Really Wants in a Man (part 2)

Reading about your lust and need to prepare me for my SO and your
girlfriend is so Totally Hot. I closed my eyes and could almost taste his
cum on your tongue. I love the idea of slurping a woman's pussy while
getting fucked doggie-style, and having you there facilitating all the
action is a fantasy that has incredible erotic power for me. That's the
glory of fantasy. I know it would never happen as intensely as you made it
sound, but I can let myself go and revel in my inner slut until I dissolve
into the blessed relief of orgasm. Yummy!

....Bringing us to your real question-what does a woman really want in a
man? That one will take lots of time to answer definitively. Suffice it to
say for now, I believe a woman wants a man who recognizes her mind and body
as being an intertwined unit, and respects and accepts and honors them both
equally. As you have learned to fuck my mind, to stroke my inner slut and
to admire my "imperfect" body (little tits) you have come closer to being
what I want in a man than I could have imagined. You have the confidence to
admit your boygirl lives within you and is as real and importantly as my
inner-slut is to me. You have shown that you crave the same acceptance and
respect that I do. And your obvious ability to play with these inner-souls
of ours makes you fit my compatibility needs like a glove.  Take care
Sweetie. Thanks for sending me your sexy vibes. I'll enjoy being there for
you when you girl-cum with your nipple-play.




Subject: What YOUR Women Will Want in a Man....

Oh, wow! Your story about your affair with Beverly was too hot to handle!
Here you were, fucking someone else's wife...while she was getting off
dropping hints to you about cheating on both of you with a third guy. I can
just imagine that conversation she had with you in the coffee shop while
she was fondling your nipples while telling you about this guy who was
trying to get into her pants...whom she was encouraging! You need to know
that girls don't just do that sort of thing, boygirl.  My guess is that she
picked up on the as-yet-to be-acknowledged pussy in you...or else that she
had a need to go elsewhere to satisfy her lust for a real cock...or
both.... But in any case, you need to learn from this sort of thing. When
women go out with you, they're still going to need real men, and you're
just gonna have to get used to it!

Beverly may have turned her husband into a cuckold without his knowing it,
but she turned you into a boycunt and rubbed your nose in it. The same was
true of your other girlfriends.  I think you must like this sort of thing!
You've just got to find some way of letting your women know what you're
about without turning them off. I want you to ponder this question each
time you masturbate. Remember that timing is everything. I will not allow
you to cum until these women "look you in the eye" and laughingly (but
gently) call you a little pussy.  I came while masturbating, imagining your
licking her boyfriend's cum from Beverly's hot little hole while she told
you about her affair. Oh my!  It's clear to me that you need to be put in
your place, repeatedly and often!


Subject: You Lucky Little Bottom, You...

I'm in a very aggressive mood and I think you have been getting away easy
for far too long.

I had been out shopping all day, and was tired and my feet ached.  I was
glad to see that you were home when I arrived, and you knew by the look in
my eye that I needed some attention.  Some of the things in my shopping
bags were for you, from a special store I visited today.

"Don't talk, just do what I say", I murmured into your ear, my arms around
your shoulders.  I started removing your clothing, and after you were
naked, I went around the house being sure the blinds were closed.  I
returned to stand in front of you, and ordered you to kneel in front of me,
as I began to remove my clothing.  I was wearing very high heels,
stockings, crotchless panties, and a leather corset cinched tight around my
waist.  From a shopping bag I pulled out few leather straps and cords, and
a small leather riding crop with a suspiciously thick handle.

By this time you knew what was in store for you, and your hands were
caressing my thighs spread in front of your face, my pussy at eye level.
Pulling you into a standing position, one hand holding both your wrists
behind your back, I kissed you, at first gently, and as I became more
aroused, harder, my tongue invading your sweet mouth, my hand at the small
of your back pressing you hard against me. The high heels made me the same
height as you, and my insistent kissing made your knees bend, and your head
tilted back, your mouth opening wide to receive my tongue.

With my mouth I pressed you slowly backwards to the floor, where at last
you lay helplessly beneath me.  I buckled a leather belt around your waist,
which had two convenient loops at the small of your back, the perfect size
with which to enclose your wrists.  Your cock was fully hard, and as I
reached up to slip a silk blindfold around your eyes, it seemed to swell
even more.  I couldn't resists giving it a kiss, and the salty taste of it
made me lick it a little, teasingly, enjoying it's hardness and the way you
squirmed, trying to get me to suck on it...but not yet, my dear.

Your arms were uncomfortable behind your back, lying on the floor like
that, so I tugged you to your feet, and led you to the bedroom, where I had
you kneel on your hands and knees.  Your smooth ass was sticking so nicely
up in the air, I thought it might need a little attention...you started
when I put my hands on your cheeks, and spread them a little, but then
moaned deeply when you felt my finger slowly insinuate its way up the pink
crack of your ass.

I grabbed the riding crop with the suspicious handle, and began flicking
your tender ass with it, as you yelped in surprise.  Not too hard, oh no,
just a little bit, to counteract the sweetness of my fingertips on you, it
wouldn't do for me to be "too nice," and I moved around to where your head
was resting on the bed, your mouth open in surprise and desire, and asked
you to suck on the thick head of the crop, to suck on it like you were
sucking on a thick cock.  I know you're such a good cocksucker...I push it
slowly deeper and deeper into your mouth, in and out, your tongue swirling,
as I position my hot and wet cunt in front of your face.  As I pull off
your blindfold so that you can see again, I slide the still wet handle into
my aching cunt, masturbating slowly, just a few inches from your yearning
mouth.

Ahhh, it feels so good, you can see the lips of my pussy clinging to the
sides of the thick black crop as I slowly pull it out, and then spreading
as it plunges back in.  I need your tongue on my clit, and as I pull the
handle out of my pussy, I reach for your head and pull you forward,
pressing your mouth where I need it.

You are so good at this, your tongue starts licking and kissing me, and I
hold your head, directing where I receive the pleasure of your mouth...I
can feel my first orgasm building, and before I lay back and enjoy your
talented tongue, I lean forward with the still wet riding crop, and ease
its handle into your willing ass, your mouth still on my cunt.  You groan
with pleasure, the thickness of the crop stretching your tender anus, your
cock throbbing, and your tongue doubles it's speed on my swollen clit.  I
look down between my legs, enjoying the view of my hands holding your head
between them, your hands helplessly tied behind your back, and the riding
crop thrust between your buttocks, and I arch my back in a thrilling
orgasm, impaling myself on your tongue, squeezing your head between my
thighs.




[Debbie and I never had an affair in real-life, just on cyber. She had to
leave the area unexpectedly due to some compelling personal issues which
popped up that had nothing to do with me. Her very last "reality e-mail"
was very poignant and offered a reassuring sense of closure to our previous
correspondence.]


Subject: Goodbyes

Take care of yourself, Sweetie, and be proud of who and what you are. You
are so interesting, you truly are a mixture of masculine and feminine.
Part caveman and part slut.  :) You're more than just okay-take it from me.
I hope you find a woman (and/or a man) who will honor both you and
Jane/Michelle and bring much happiness and sexual fulfillment to your
life(s). She is out there somewhere for you-keep looking. Even if you don't
find her, I hope you will find peace and contentment and have a very good
life. Thank you for letting me be part of it, and for lubricating mine in
such a special way. I've loved what we had between us and will think of you
often-and I certainly will every time I masturbate! Enjoy the sunshine!  I
can feel myself blossom and gain strength as it soaks into my naked body
here for the last time, and am ready to head out into whatever comes for
me.

I have one final request that I am asking of you before I fade out.  Do you
remember my foxy friend from Montreal with the ultra-femme name that also
begins with an "M" ("M" for mischievous, "M" for mons, "M" for Monique)?
You'll recall that she took a lot of pleasure publicly outing you at our
party. Well, I want you to look within yourself and listen for her voice.
She's very wise, perhaps even wiser than "Jane."  I can no longer be with
you, but she's agreed to take over.  You will find her inside yourself.
Strive to be as faithful to her as you have to me! Trust her and promise me
that in the future, you will do as she requests! She can handle you and she
digs you exactly as you are!

Goodbye, and thank you so much for our time together! I remain your own
and, hopefully, very special little slut, Debbie.....



"Priestess of Cybele"

You are an exponent of the dark and beautiful goddess
With whom I have had a long-standing connection.
I am a waterfall in the Garden of Cybele.
Yours is a continual reminder that my assignment
Is to make you long for satisfaction
And prepare others for love in your name.
My job is to please those whom you have chosen
With my smooth, submissive ass, my eager mouth-
Symbols of my erotic status as a boygirl in your stable.
You have also changed me
Into something soft and sweet and willing,
And, let us not forget essentials,
Something aching to be used!
My prayer is that you will change my world as well!
Instruct me in the ways of pleasure
That I might remain open and poised,
Even on the brink of erotic annihilation.
Instruct me also in the elements of patience
That I might wait while you slowly
Draw the waters from the well of my sex, my soul.
As you pour those waters back out upon the land,
I feel my cock transformed into a candied clit
Whose purpose it is to cast a spell upon your cunt
So that the kind of men whom you desire
Will know you are available!
Use whatever terms of endearment you will,
But in this life, I can no longer answer to "sir."
You touched my girlish nipples
And I felt a bolt of electricity shoot through me!
See! Even now, I spread my legs for you!
Even now, I follow you into the abyss!

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