AS A WOMAN/ AS A MAN
It seemed to take forever for Traci to come in, but I knew that it was only a
few moments. I spent those precious quiet seconds trying to ignore the medieval
pull of the clamps on my body. Striving not to wiggle the clips loose from my
skin by moving violently. I chewed on the soft rubber gag in my teeth for
comfort. Glancing around the room slowly. Perusing the light brown walls and
the decidedly masculine atmosphere. I heard the door open. The sounds making
me turn to that direction. It was Traci. She was dressed for sex. A black
leather corset with black garter belt. Her breasts connected by a fine black
chain through the rings in her nipples. Thigh high black boots with fishnets.
Black leather panties over the top. A short quirt swinging from her belt. In
her hands she was carrying a fairly large wooden box. She completely ignored
me. Walking towards my feet before putting the box down.
She came over to my left and opened a drawer in the table I was on. Putting two
ornate glass jars next to me. I was intrigued enough to almost forget the pull
of the clamps. She checked my arms to make sure they were tight enough, then my
legs. Giving a little twist to the screws on my breast clips to tighten them
past the point of pain. She unclipped the whip from her belt and looked down at
my curious face.
"Jon believes in a certain amount of latitudes with new slaves. I do not."
There was absolute conviction in her manner. "I expect complete obedience
without hesitation. I understand that you have no desire to pleasure a woman,
but that has no bearing on what I want from you." I nodded in understanding.
"If you falter, vacillate, or disappoint me in any way. I will punish you in
ways that only another woman knows." My eyes widened in fear. "Do you
understand me?" Her speech was precisely menacing. I nodded. My imagination
understood her only too well. I would do what she wanted of me, whatever she
wanted of me. I would do it immediately and without question. She smiled at my
fear, noticing the rapidly developing sheen of sweat on my skin. Putting her
hands at the damp flesh at the apex of my thighs, then laughing when I twitched
in reaction. Patting me gently, she walked down to the end of the table. There
was a sharp click and a wedge of the wood between my legs disappeared. She
stepped up between my thighs to open my sex wide with her thumbs. Peering down
at my dripping attributes in delight. Her fingers entering me to probe gently.
Watching me blush with abject humiliation. The little chains pulling wide and
holding fast to the folds. She pressed my clitoris, rolled it between her thumb
and forefinger. Teasing me with nimble dexterity. "Nice large features, and
generous openings. Very high quality. I have to try this little toy I bought
out on you." She leaned down and I heard her open the box. Pulling out a very
long butterfly clip with a small peg on the lower end. She pinched a portion of
my clitoris up from the rest of the kernel, and clamped it. The embrace of the
little vise achingly strong and miserable. She moved the vise and rocked it.
Laughing at the convulsive movements of my vagina. The quivering of my thighs
from the strain. The small peg on the end jammed under the heart of my
clitoris, pushing it firmly, achingly. She took a belt out of the box and slid
it under the small of my back. Buckling it onto me with quick sure pulls. Two
smaller belts hanging free. She took my left arm, released it from the table,
and then hooked it to the belt with big brass marine snaps. Doing the same
thing to the right. She stroked the inside of my damp thighs and looked at my
face. Speaking softly to me. Eyes menacing.
"I can beat you to orgasm, do you believe that?" I nodded, at her. Trying to
make sure the nod was very obvious. `I do believe it, Mistress." I thought. "I
will do that one of these days to you. Spread you and take a strap to that
pulsing little kernel of heat between your legs until the violence of your
orgasm rocks the very foundations of your soul." Her dulcet, flowing words were
close to doing it already. Her words and the throbbing pulsation's of pain from
the `toys.' "I enjoy creating profound sensations and I use many things to do
this. Unguents, clamps, penetrators and piercings. I want the orgasm to be
secondary to whatever I decide to do to you. I will talk to you about piercing
at a future date, but tonight I will introduce you to my style. Nothing I do is
overtly painful, so the gag may stay on. Your safe-word is meaningless to me.
The most agonizing thing I have ever induced without a whip in my hand was a
cramp. Do you understand?" I nodded, chewing on the gag in apprehension.
"If you obey me with complete compliance it will go better for you. I merely
want to map your body. Study your responses." She looked down at my trembling
carcass, and smiled. "Then I will begin preparing you for me." I shivered.
Traci touched the little butterfly on me and tightened it a little bit more.
Reaching over me for one of the glass jars, the green one. She opened it
carefully so I could smell the fresh scent of wintergreen and menthol. She took
a small amount of the cream and smoothed it over my breasts. Close to the
clamps. It was hot and cold, all at once. She rubbed it in. Leaning over me
to blow on it so I shuddered on the table, moaning. Her hands unhurried.
Teasing me and tightening the clamps again another little turn on my pulsing
nipples. Although her hands stayed above my waist I felt her touch all the way
to my sex.
She went between my legs and took out a phallus of hard black rubber. Wiping
her hands on a trick towel, before reaching for the other jar. Her eyes glossy
as she dipped the smooth item in the thick gelatinous goo. The smell of spice
strong in my nostrils. She opened one of the pairs of clamps on my labia,
spreading the lips to slip the phallus into me with sure even pressure. Pushing
it well into my sex. Stopping to touch the clamp on my clitoris. My vagina
clutched at the phallus, grateful to be filled again. She watched me
expectantly. I wondered why. Only for a moment. The item inside me began to
itch very softly against the interior walls. She rocked it, in and out. Up and
down. Scratching the itch, and inflaming it. `I couldn't take this!' It felt
as though a thousand ants had invaded my moist sex and were trying to drive me
insane. I struggled vainly against the bondage and heard her speaking to me
from a long distance.
"The more you struggle. The worse it will be. I have no intention of removing
it until after you pleasure me. Accept it." I tightened in subdued cupidity
and tried to lay still. It was going to be impossible, but I could not force it
out with the strong convulsive movements of my muscles. She buckled it into
place with the extra straps and replaced the clamps on my lips sealing me shut
tightly. Untying my legs, she made me stand. Taking a small ball from the box
before her. She threw it. "Fetch that for me on your knees." I did it,
quickly. More urgent because of my condition. The movement irritating the
flames deep inside me. She sat on a chair and waited for me to bring the ball
to her with my hands. She threw it again, when I did. Then again after that,
and again. I lost count after ten. Doing what she wanted in urgent haste and
debasement. Hoping to please her enough to take the driving orgasmic irritation
from inside me. "Do not orgasm, or I will leave it in all night." She said,
amused. I hung my head, ashamed that I had been so obviously aroused. "Come
here and turn around." I did it. Bending over so she could see my pale buttocks
and keeping my legs well apart. "Back up closer to me. I need some leverage to
push this in." She had another phallus in her hands and I almost bolted from
her. `Not more of the itching stuff, please.' It was one of those thin then
wide then thin ones. The kind that stretches your ass impossibly large then
closes around it. My hands, bound to my waist, were no good to me. I felt the
small end being pushed relentlessly into my ass and rested my face on the floor
in resignation. The lube on the thing felt like nothing but KY or some such.
No matter really, it was getting uncomfortably too large to go inside me. I
knew that it was not going to make it all the way in. Too big, and to
insistently huge to fit in my tight little ass. I was wrong. Traci simply
wrapped her legs around mine, and pushed hard. Whispering over my back to me.
"It only hurts for a moment." This was that moment, and I almost climaxed at the
stretching ache of the thing being set well into me. Spearing me, filling me.
Buckled into place to be held even against the push of the muscles of my anus.
She stroked my back. Pulling on my hair so I would stand up. "Come with me."
She walked towards the door with normal stride. I, in my misery, struggled to
keep up with her. Unable to close my legs or walk with any kind of grace for
fear of dislodging the clamps on me or the toys in me.
It seemed that we walked the corridors for a long distance, coming finally to a
door. I followed her inside and found myself in a Victorian bedroom.
"Come here." Traci said, as she sat on the edge of the bed, sliding the leather
panties down her legs to the floor. For the first time in my life I was faced
with the pleasure organs of someone of my own sex.
I went to her and she released my hands. Leaving the cuffs on. "Bring your
head down here so I can take off the gag." I did as she bid me too. Working my
sore jaw up and down for a moment. She pulled on the chain holding my breasts.
Jerking me closer so she could twist her hands in my hair and kiss me. Her
mouth sweetly pliant on mine.
I was beautifully stunned at the feel of her soft lips on my lips. Her tongue
slipping into my mouth to taste mine. She leaned back. I did not expect what
she did next. It was a totally agonizing surprise as she wrenched the chains
from my nipples with a sharp snapping jerk. I yelped in pain. The blood rushed
back in a flood of heated agony making me fall forward unto the bed to rest on
my arms, moaning with pain. Her hands' caressing the burning tips. Kissing
them and suckling them. Flood of moisture in my wet opening, lessening the
itch. `Could that be it?' It flashed into my brain. `The hotter I get the
less it will irritate me?'
"Put your hands on my sex, slave. Feel me." She ordered. I moved to her right
and touched the soft inner part of her thigh slowly moving my hand upwards. In
a sweet caress that men had been using on me since the first man. She was wet
and docile. The softly damp margins of her cleft were warm and full of heat. I
had never known that another woman could be so velvety, so fine. Slipping a
long finger into her satin sheath. I watched her face darken with passion and
her breaths deepen to pants. I put my thumb on her tiny button and Traci
moaned. She quickly moved up the bed to rested against the pillows. "Put your
face between my legs, slave, then eat me until I orgasm." She commanded, her
tone was ritually hard. I wanted to hesitate, but did not want to suffer all
night. I did it, promptly. I kept my legs apart. Laying face down near her
thighs. Resting on my elbows, widening her with my thumbs. She was all fire
and water. Hot and moist. The scents of pure need reaching my nostrils, gently
intoxicating. "Do it now." I dipped my face into the saturated flesh and
hesitantly tasted the salty smoky fluids of another woman for the first time in
my life. Losing myself in the submission. I let myself go wild on her.
Nibbling, nuzzling, probing with my tongue the opening I found there. Licking
the drenched clitoris that hardened to granite under my inexpert ministrations.
I bit it gently, feeling her grab my head. Making me laugh against her swelling
flesh. I was relentless in my goal. The rush of pleasure flowing from her to
me. Tightening the phallus' impaling me. Sweat forming on my skin so I was
slick. The hunger between my legs growing to unbearable proportions. Cosmic,
galactically huge.
I knew she neared climax when she grabbed my hair and pulled my face up tightly
to the hard kernel of heat at the apex of her thighs. I sucked it like a dick,
creating a deep pulling flick with my tongue on the underside. She overflowed.
Bucking her hips, body tensing under me. I hung on to her hips, fighting not to
orgasm on my own. Letting her release run over me in a flood. She pushed at my
head. Crying out for me to stop, that it was enough. I pulled my face away,
reluctantly. Wiping my cheeks on the spread beneath her. When I looked up at
her, I knew what she was feeling. I had felt the same way many times before.
Traci lay like a starfish, open, soft, spent, for several long moments. Trying
to still the trip-hammer beating of her heart. Control the shifting spasms in
her sex. Oh yes, I had been there myself.
"Lay on your back, and spread your knees." I did so, waiting for her. My legs
starting to ache from need. The itch almost gone, but still felt deep within
me. She caught my eyes and twisted her fingers in one of the chains closing me.
A quick pull and the clamps slipped off with a little biting drag. She took the
folds and rubbed the circulation back into the spots gently. I felt like a
spring being tightened past the breaking point. I was inexorably being wound
tighter towards gratification. She did it again and I made a small sound of
surrender.
"Please, Mistress." I begged her, shamelessly. She shushed me. Unbuckling the
belt and removing the butterfly. I tensed as the blood flowed back twice as fast
into my clitoris. Swelling it to unbearable levels of fire. She leaned over me
and I licked the nipple that rose above me. Just a small liberty in desperate
arousal. `Please.' Taking another magic jar from the nightstand she pushed her
whole fist into it. The thickly moist fluid covered her hand with a glaze. I
watched in curiosity. Traci turned to back to me, leaning over me.
"I will make you climax and before we are through here tonight. You will know
how to please a woman, as well as a man." She slid the phallus from my sheath
and when the air hit the labia the fire ignited. Scorching me. The desire
forming a palpable corona around me as the aphrodisiac-like itching became an
inferno. Taking the oily hand, she pushed two fingers into me. I sighed, as
the fire near those two small digits died. The dissipation a keening undertone
to the other places inside me. Searing overindulgence. Going straight to my
clitoris, soaring need feeding the wetness in my vagina. Traci went to work on
me. Pushing, probing. Rubbing the damp moist envelope of demanding privation.
Her careful fingers brushing the little nubbin of heat as she worked me. She
touched my hips with her other hand, holding them still. Making me realize that
I was moving in urgent haste. The stroking of her fingers roughened. She bent
her head down so I could feel the warmth of her breath on my hairy opening.
Taking the last set of clamps in her teeth. She pulled them off to toss them
away with a flick of her head. Her mouth closing on the hard knot of pleasure
building between my legs. Sucking it the same way I had.
I exploded under her. My hands forming claws and holding her head against me.
Legs shaking with stress as her arm worked me with fierce, tumultuous thrusts.
Driving me to frenzy. The quick little flicks of her tongue and the suction
pulling every bit of orgasm from my shaking body. I arched up and froze in
mid-air. Awash with feeling. Throaty cries leaving me gasping. A sudden deep
thrust from Traci's strong right hand and she was still. Licking the satisfied
little lump gently, causing my limp legs to jerk in pangs of afterglow.
She stroked my sweaty stomach. Her hand just resting at the gate of my
womanhood. Her eyes alight with satisfaction and profound gratification.
"Still think women are to soft and easily manipulated?" She'd been in my diary.
I answered her, breathlessly.
"No mistress, I was wrong." She wiped her hands on a towel and started to
unbuckle the belt at my waist. It fell loose and I let her slide it from
underneath me. She made a motion for me to roll over. When I did, she pulled
the larger phallus from my anus with gentle force. The powerful muscles
clasping against the removal. When it was out, and I was empty. She came back
up to my head. Watching me, carefully.
"You think like a man does. Even when you are with me, you do not think as I
do. Your goal is the orgasm, the profoundness of the sensation. I am merely an
instrument to you." I nodded at the truth in her words. "I want you to wait for
me." She went away for a moment to another cabinet. When she came back to the
bed, what she had in her hands galvanized me in lustful fear. She had a
double-headed phallus. "Stand up."
I followed her orders willingly, unsure what she was going to do to me. I was
quiescent as she approached me. Putting another belt on me, but lower. Slipping
the large life-like organ into me to secure it inside me. I started to heat up
again. She lay back on the bed, looking up at me. Opening her legs and playing
with herself. Her fingers sliding deeply into her sex.
"Now, you are a man and have a woman willing to fuck you on the bed before you."
I put my hand on the jutting organ between my legs. Her little speech exciting
me and capturing my imagination. My hand stroking the stiff toy, harshly. Once
when I was in High School. I had this erotic dream where I made love to one of
my female classmates. I freaked. Going two weeks with no sleep, no food.
Filled with angst. I had been a homophobic mess. I had fantasized about another
woman. NO! Finally when I had been unable to stand it anymore. I had gone to
my school counselor. A nice man named Bill. He listened to me and finally
asked me; had I been a man or a woman in the dream. I had to think about it,
but I had been a man. On top, aggressively screwing this girl. I had been a
man. Bill had said that it was a normal part of adolescence to have dreams like
that. My subconscious was merely wondering what it would be like to be the
other sex. It didn't mean that I was gay, just curious about what it would be
like to be male. Now, I wasn't a curious teenager anymore. I had voluntarily
entered service to Traci, Jon, and now Adam. I was being asked to play a role
for Traci and my failure to do so, would result in a bought of severe
punishment. I was feeling a little to good for that. I wanted the pleasure to
continue. I stood there and wondered how I should approach this. Traci was
using her hands to good purpose. I could see how wet she was from here. `I
could do this.' The very moment I thought this I slipped easily into the
masculine role she wanted from me. I became every man that I had ever been
with. Not the boys trying to get laid, but the men who wanted to satisfy
themselves and leave a satiated women on the bed thinking about the next time.
I moved towards her purposefully. Knowing that my eyes had gotten harder with
lust. She moved back up on the bed a little fearfully. I smiled playfully at
her. Advancing over her with the organ sticking from the apex of my thighs.
She touched her breasts, arching her back enticingly. I ran my hands down the
furrow created between them, stroking the soft skin. Feeling her heat. Playing
with her breasts. Her abdomen, rolling her hips as I lay between her legs. My
fingers moving with firm even pressure on the satiny smoothness. Hearing her
moan softly in a pleading way for me to fill her. I lay gently on top of her,
cupping her cheeks and kissing her deeply. My tongue moving with hers and my
hands traveling over her neck. I felt her legs opening wider and went up on my
arms. Leaning my head down to kiss her softly. Touching her tiny eyes and
small features. Watching the glaze cover her face with that animal in ecstasy
look I loved to see on the face of someone in my bed.
"Put me in you, honey." Her fingers found the organ and she slid it into her
tight little well. I pushed home hearing her gasp at the size of it. I pumped
her, my hips easily finding the rhythm. My legs tight together and the feel of
the thing bouncing against my own clitoris very exciting in its own right. I
could come this way very easily. Her legs wrapped around my waist. When she
did so I sat up bringing her hips with me. Still humping her, but able to get
to her clitoris with my hand. I pulled the labia wide, just a little roughly.
Manipulating the wet knob with an agile flicking motion of my fingers. The
organ grinding into her hot sex. I could feel pleasure sweeping me as well. I
leaned back over her quickly, clutching at her and rolling my hips in an
ever-increasing tempo.
She was all small noises and grasping hands. Hard kisses and sweeping passion.
I could feel her pulse going up in the soft spot on her neck. Her damp hair
flowing over my face. I rotated us both, putting her on top. She didn't miss a
stroke. Rising above me to pound down unto my hips. I touched the junction of
her thighs and she stiffened into climax. Cresting on top of me and driving
herself beyond it. Head back, hands on my stomach, shoulders shaking. I rubbed
her cleft to draw out every tremor she could give me. My left hand on her hip
to steady her. Smiling at the fact that I could do this to another woman. She
collapsed on top of me and I felt my own passion hit a low-level buzz. Almost
pleasure, but more like symmetry. I was satisfied by her climax, her response.
She rested and crawled over my body to lay on the bed to catch her breath.
"Did I please you, Mistress?" I asked and she pulled me near to embrace me.
Smiling into my hair, practically purring with contentment.
"Please me? As if you couldn't tell you did." I chuckled, pulling her closer.
We lay like that for several long moments as her body quieted. I listened to
her breathing return to normal. "Is there something you want to do now? We
have a few minutes of free time before I have to give you back to Jon." I
looked at her. Curiosity warring with uncertainty. "I want to see what another
woman looks like without having to worry about satisfying her. I want to see
the mechanics. Can I look at you, Mistress? I'll pleasure you after, but can I
just look?" She immediately propped some pillows behind her back and opened her
legs. She was so understanding of my curiosity I wanted to weep. Moving down
to open her was a strange experience. I found myself identifying the parts that
I remembered from anatomy class in High School. Clitoris, Urethra, Vagina,
Perineum, Anus. Soft secret parts that were hidden in tissue so velvety yet
tough. I gazed down in wonder.
"Haven't you ever looked at yourself?" She asked of me. I shook my head,
answering her truthfully.
"No, never seen myself. Didn't seem to be relevant. Mistress." I added as an
afterthought. "Are these the average?" I found several little holes for
piercings and, surprisingly enough, found myself playing with them.
"No, I have larger openings, there are some interesting little games that
require that." I looked up at her in surprise. `What kind of games were
those?' She touched my hair, and sat up. "That's enough for now. Jon will
give you back to me sometime soon. I have to clean you up for him now. Your
night is far from over. Adam has something planned for you." I already knew
that, been warned. I stood up slowly. My body tiring even as my mind did not.
How many orgasms can one woman have in one day? It looked like I was about to
find out.
