Late Entrance into sissyhood           

    i came late to sissyhood and forced feminization, but once i embraced it, it was with a passion and each day of my training i awoke with yet another emotion that had stayed hidden for far too long. There existed a feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction that i had never known. i became more expressive and less inhibited and my feminine spirit seemed to soar higher with each and every day. The gurl within was blossoming like a flower in springtime and i viewed the process as a cathartic release from a lifetime of inhibition.

    To be sure, there was an erotic element that accompanied my new gender but it seemed to trim down my sexual tension rather than increase it. Besides learning to walk and talk and feel like a fem, i seemed to be developing a sexual patience quite contrary to my normal rude male urges.

    Mistress would often joke that sexually i was far better suited to receive than to give.

    Another year, perhaps two, and i’d be leggy and long-waisted, have a smile like Cameron, and a backside like Madonna.

    i had the drive, dedication, and determination to make it all work, but most importantly i had a fourth “D”, Mistress Louise D.

    She is a natural born Domina with an elegant beauty and grace, the kind of Woman a man sees sitting at a café along the Nile or completely dressed in furs in a wintry St. Petersburg.

    The kind of Woman a man never forgets the kind of Woman to be worshipped!

    And i knew from the very beginning it wasn’t going to be easy being Her pupil.

    Louise is a strict and ardent disciplinarian who made it very clear from the beginning that in addition to formal learning and character building, my education would demand the frequent and vigorous application of corporal punishments.

    i knew a sore bottom was a very small price to pay for instruction from the most knowledgeable, understanding Instructress a sissy could ever hope to have.

    With Her as my mentor i couldn’t fail, i just couldn’t!

    Then it would be my time to shine. i knew in today’s world the opportunities for a skilled and polished sissy maid were endless.

    And the possibility still existed of continued and permanent service to Louise, perhaps as personal maid to assist in the intimacies of the bath!

    i dreamed of that often when i reported to Her boudoir each night for my evaluation.

    Her bedroom was a sumptuous mansion furnished in a 1930’s art deco design a room where She could relax in luxury with the slightest hint of decadence. There was a large bed, an armoire, a dresser with beveled mirror, an end table and two nightstands. They were all in rich warm brown tones of walnut burl accented with rosewood and mahogany.

    The lighting was always provided by an array of large fragrant candles that cast a soft glow on everything and everyone, and a steamy, soft music was just barely audible.

    At one end of the room was a large bay window overlooking the garden and stable area where the ponies were trained by an experienced Equestrian. Louise loved to relax while She waited for evening evaluation and watch the ponies being put through their paces with muscles gleaming. The boys with cocks proudly erect, the girls adorned with little bells clipped to their nipples, and all their magnificent rumps parted with thick plugs that supported long luxurious tails.

    She sat next to the window on an austere straight back chair next to an end table that held a long handled wooden hairbrush, a small round paddle, and a leather strap.

    At the opposite end of the room was Her private bath with a huge white tub with clawfeet fashioned from highly polished pewter. The room held an equally gleaming throne where Mademoiselle passed Her precious champagne, a large makeup table with Art Nouveau mirror, a bidet and sink.

    my duties as maid and subsequent failures in that role had afforded me an intimate knowledge of both sides of the room.

    This evening Louise was seated by the window reading the reports of my daily activities through tiny gold reading glasses that floated on Her perfect nose. She wore a black cashmere turtle neck sweater and a grey woolen skirt that I guessed was Dolce & Gabbana. i stood in front of Her at near attention with my hands nervously at my side.

    “So Ms.fancy”, She began, “a broken cup and saucer, a run in your stockings, a soiled apron, and the audacity to refer to the gardener as an “old fart." Quite a day even by your low standards”!

    Louise raised and folded back Her skirt revealing smokey colored nylons clipped smartly to garters that extended from an open bottomed girdle. She placed a small towel over Her lap as protection against any sissy excitement, and patted Her knee.

    “Over you go sweetie”.

 Chapter 1

    Louise first examined the skin of my bottom to check for any remaining bruises or broken skin from previous lessons, then warmed me with fifty spanks to each cheek with Her open hand while enjoying the sight of my chubby bottom bounce and blush as the blood rushed to the surface.                                               

    “Perfect”, She announced, “the exact same shade as your knickers”.

    She retrieved the wooden paddle. i had mentioned before that Louise was a strict disciplinarian and nothing fueled Her fires more than the sight of a reddened naughty derriere.

    The first swat landed with a resounding crack!

    “That beautiful sound will make a Mistress wet,” Louise exclaimed.

    Those are heavenly words to a sissy and even through the pain i wanted to please Her, i stretched my legs out perfectly straight, raise up on my toes, lifted my bottom as if beg for more.

    And still i wasn’t prepared for the flurry of swats that followed. She wrapped Her arm around my waist and lifted the paddle very high. Each smack echoed throughout the room till twenty-five had anointed each side of my gurlish bottom. i flailed my legs, pumped my hips, squirmed and cried.

    my bottom glowed white hot, my miserable cries filled the room till finally my mascara had run all over my face and i was red and swollen.

    As i stood there trying to gain my composure, wiping my face, and rubbing my hindquarters

    She became pensive and serious.

    “Fancy dear, I must tell you something,” She replied, “I’m going to move away soon, to another city”.

    “You can’t,” i cried, “You musn’t”!

    Huge tears welled up in my eyes, my lower lip quivered uncontrollable, my already tiny cockette shriveled to nothingness. When i began to shiver Louise stood and hugged me, She stroked me, patted and soothed me.    

     “There darling, everything will be fine,” She said, “you’re just emotional because your gurly days are coming."

    What you have committed to Me, will forever be Mine.

    What you have learned from Me will stay with you for eternity.

    What is done will never be undone.

    i exhaled deeply suddenly feeling so much better because of Her concern and a little excited as She reached for Her strapon.

    “We’ll work things out,” She said, “now raise your skirts precious, and bend over for Mistress.”

    In a moment Louise had stepped into Her harness, moved aside the small triangle of nylon covering my temple, and placed the tip of Her phallus at my sissy pussy.

    She stood quietly, unmoving.

    i moaned and twisted my hips in spite of myself.

    “Don’t make me suffer so Mademoiselle, take what is Yours, please”!

    Then i sensed Her natural woman’s lower body strength; finely sculpted quadriceps and hamstrings honed through exercise, powerful glutes and full Female hips.

    In one slow smooth movement She buried the seven inch member to the hilt.

    Like synchronized dancers we swooned in unison: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

    She rubbed deeper into me enjoying the heat from my punished buttocks against Her middle and began a ruthless ten minute ride. i was battered and pumped viciously in a fast staccato rhythm that drove the phallus deeper and deeper till the head of Her cock punished my sissy “G” spot.

    my high pitched contralto moans fueled Her more.

    “That’s my gurl, that’s my slut”, She slapped my ass with Her open hand and began a series of rapid, short strokes that made me tremble with ecstasy.

    my knees shook as my little “O” began. i oozed and dripped till my panties were soaked and my soft smooth thighs were wet and sticky.

    i whispered a sissy litany of pleas to my Mistress: “fuck me, fuck me, please, fuck me”. Then when She let go of my hips, i crumpled to the floor, spent and satisfied, yet wanting more.

 Chapter2

    After tidying up in the bathroom i met Louise at the door and removed my keys from my pants pocket. She looked at the little pair of hand cuffs and smiled broadly.

    “Still behaving?” She said, and patted me out the door.

    Every time i used those keys i was reminded of that day over nine months ago.

    It had been a particularly demanding day and Mistress scolded me at every opportunity with the admonition that more was expected of me. Finally we sat in the school room and i received a stern lecture.

    “I confine all my boys to chastity dear, “I must”.

    “They are all so weak, so prone to abuse that it demands a confining belt or tube. But you Miss must be more; your gender conversion requires a feminine temperament, a much stronger will. She handed me the key chain formed from a tiny pair of hand cuffs.”

    “I will not place you in chastity fetters Ms. Fancypants, but starting today, and forever, I forbid you to masturbate. I forbid you from playing with yourself in any way and I forbid you the privilege of release. I will decide if and when you have earned any rewards, UNDERSTAND!”

    What could i do but nod my head in agreement.

    “Now lift your skirt and lower your panties,” She continued while slipping on a pair of latex gloves then connected a silver cock ring and small pink leather stretcher, “now tuck your cookies away dear, out of sight, out of mind”.

    i pushed everything between my legs and wiggled into my designer briefs, marveling at how smooth the space between my legs had become.

    She raised a particularly wicked paddle and pointed it at me with the threat; “disobey Me and I’ll toast your little buns Mademoiselle”.

    i felt my face flush with humiliation. It was a highly varnished paddle with the MLD logo drilled through its broad blade with tiny holes that would blister my sissy bottom.

    “The key ring will be a constant reminder for you of My decision today. Every time you touch it, every time you start your car or open the door to your hovel, you will remember that your hands are forbidden any naughty journeys. I fully expect this restriction will cause you some discomfort in the beginning and I will make some exceptions when you act like a bitch. But don’t test ME sissy.”

    Then She arched Her right eyebrow and smiled, no smirked at me: “Are we in agreement?”

    The diabolical irony of it all struck me like a paddle on my soft bottom. An experienced and skilled Domina like Louise more than anyone understood the nature of a submissive and fully knew what to expect from a sissy like me.

            Isn’t disobedience what defines us above all else?

            She had probably wagered with some of Her sophisticated girlfriends about how quickly i would fail and designed a punishment program for their amusement!

            i felt like a fly being lured into a spider’s web and it excited me so that my nipples tingled and Ii felt a stirring in my panties.

            i gathered up every ounce of feminine guile in my body, pulled back my shoulders so that my breasts were high and proud, stiffened my backbone, and challenged Her.

            “You think of me a weak and stupid gurl,” I purred, “but i’ll show You, i’ll prove what this gurl is made of.” 

            “Louise laughed at my outbreak, reached out and pinched my nipples and all my resolve and determination evaporated as the slut within me took control.

            “What a courageous gurl,” She laughed and handed me an envelope.

            “Will you scan these photographs for Me dear, then email them back”, She hugged me again, pinched my bottom, and i was out the door.

            The normally boring two and a half hour drive home was a nightmare as my eyes drifted back and forth between the key chain that swung back and forth from the ignition and the contents of the envelope.

            There were dozens of photographs, some in color, others black and white, all artsy and erotic but very tasteful. Louise posed in every conceivable Fetish costume, leather and rubber, PVC, silk and satin.

She was divine, delicious!

            My breathing quickened and my nipples peaked, i swerved from lane to lane, hit my brakes, drove even faster. i was erratic, out of control, my tiny cockette bobbed foolishly in my panties.

            The next photo was certainly taken at the Compound, it had the Boss’s signature written all over it. It was a back shot of Louise is a rubber hobble skirt, corset, and sky-hi heels. She was looking back seductively over Her shoulder daring any man to beg for the privilege of kissing Her magnificent bottom.

            i was sixty miles from Cleveland but would have crawled back to be first in line if i thought She would hear my pleas. Instead, i let my hand leave the steering wheel to begin a pagan rhythm that lasted for another sixty miles.

            As soon as i entered my house i ran to the bedroom and threw off my clothes then reached into the night stand for a vibrating buttplug and bottle of “Wet”.

            The plug had an extreme taper and a medium wide base just the perfect size for my opening so that my body’s natural rhythm could not expel the object. i positioned it and slowly applied pressure till it filled me and the little muscle snapped around it.

            While it rumbled inside me i pinched my nipples very hard, closed my eyes, and relived every moment of that day from Her breathless beauty and Supremacy to my whipping and violation. my hands still sticky with lubrication fondled my sissy clit and found it  was rigid and full of blood. In moments waves of excitement rolled through me and  i squirted sissy cream all over my tummy.

            The phone rang and the caller I.D. on the set told me that She already had sensed my failure!

Chapter 3

    The flashing mail icon on my laptop screen lured me to the message i feared: next Friday, 12:00 noon, was all it said, but it stung me like a reprimand. She knew of my failure and my disobedience and would make me wait for over a week to report. It would be devastating!

    How many punishments could i imagine in that length of time, how many times could i tremble in fear while Louise toyed with my weak sissy mind like a cat with a captured mouse.

    Would She devise some intimate torture or decree a public humiliation with Her peers or worse yet, with other slaves attending to witness my shame.

    i stared in the mirror completely confused, for even as i anticipated these degrading punishments my sissy clit stiffened again and my nipples peaked. my submission had become so voluptuous and overwhelming that my fear had become an aphrodisiac and i could only find fulfillment cowering under Her strap. my alteration, my servitude would be complete and eternal.

    How could i be such a fool!

    When i entered the Studio that fateful day i knew something was awry.  The steps leading up were scattered with clothing.  i picked up a black silk skirt and a delicate blouse, one nylon stocking then another, a garter belt, and Roberto Cavalli panties and a bra worth $200.00.  They were all still warm and delightfully fragrant.  The door to Louise’s private quarters was open and i breathed it all in quickly with my every sense.

    As usual candles flickered throughout the room bathing it with a warm glow and casting shadows all around. The fabrics were plush and luxurious and an intoxicating scent filled the air. It was a celebration of Femininity.

    And then i heard a grunt that drew my eyes to Her huge bed where a beautiful, young girl was lying face down over an oversized red velvet pillow.

    Her arms were pulled back along side her body and her wrists were tied to her ankles with scarlet twine, she grunted again through a red ball gag while i stepped forward to inspect her,

    Like Louise she was Mediterranean, but different, darker with deep olive skin that looked golden in the candlelight. Her thick black hair curled all the way down her back to a tapered waist, flaring hips and a precious bubble behind. At the crest of her right hip was a tattoo of a Black Widow spider and i somehow knew that she was a dangerous powerful woman.

    The short curly hairs between her legs were moist and a small bit of grease decorated her winking purple anus. She looked at me through huge black eyes filled with terror or excitement.

    Oh, how i envied her!

    A small red suede flogger rested next to her body.

    “Lucky girl”, i thought, “Mistress will whip your pussy before She fucks you and your orgasms will be like seizures”.

    Then a noise made me turn my head, and it was Her, it was Louise!

    She was all in white; stockings and panties, and a pointed Victorian underbust corset that lifted Her divine little breasts heavenward.

    i stared like a fool while the candles flicked and danced across Her taunt nipples so that now they were carmine, now coral, now pink. Finally my eyes dropped and i noticed it, the touch of ebony in a world of ivory!

    It was a splendid cock!

    Gracefully curved upwards and fully seven inches long with a magnificent head, and it rested perfectly between Her legs kissing that spot that would bring Her pleasure.

    i lowered my eyes and turned toward the door, fully aware of my punishment. This was my retribution, my paradise lost

    i turned once as She pressed a gob of lube on to the shaft and stroked the black beauty, then i closed the door quietly. i didn’t dare make eye contact with Her, not until my penance had been served.

    She hadn’t spoken a word yet i knew what i must do and began moving down to the hall to the curved creaky wooden back steps and quickly descended. A huge oak door with a rusted iron handle opened as if by magic, and i entered.  

    The room was narrow and long and lit by low wattage incandescent light bulbs that hung from spindly wires attached to the ceiling, and fowl male smells filled the air. The far wall held course wooden paddles, thick prison straps, and Asian disciplinary canes, this was no place for romantic spankings, this was where bad boys received their due.

    i heard the grind of metal against metal as the jail doors on either side of me slid open then the whirr of some electrical device that released the shackles on the slaves wrists. One by one they walked into freedom, each eager for release after weeks or months. Their stiff cocks stuck out from their bodies like war clubs. And then they were on me.

    my clothes were ripped away and their rough hands punished my soft sissy skin, pinched my thighs and nipples, stroked my clit, slapped my ass.

    The biggest man there, a huge beast and obviously the dominant male picked me up and laid me on my back on a punishment bench. He took hold of my ankles and pushed my knees back hard into my chest so that my buttocks ballooned and my anus gaped. His passion was so high that it took only twenty or thirty thrusts and i was filled with his issue.

    i was turned over on my belly, another mounted me and i opened my mouth to receive another still. i reached out with both hands, stroked a cock, massage a tight pair of balls. All around me i heard the sounds of sex as those unwilling to wait sucked each other or stroked their cocks.

    A smooth muscular pretty boy backed into my face while he jacked off. His anus was sweet and musky and wet and i fucked it with my tongue till he squirted a huge load of sperm.

    And now that the first round was over, while they rested until their cocks rose again, my punishment began.

    A handsome man knelt in front of me and gripped my wrists while another delivered loud crashing smacks on my backside with a strap. He looked deep into my eyes and spoke: “you must obey Her, even the simplest command, without hesitation, and with a slaves enthusiasm. Once you have accepted that, there will be a song inside of you that no one can ever take away”.

    Then he rose, gathered a cane, and striped me from hip to knee while i screamed my thanks.

    In moments there cocks were hard again, and i was fucked everywhere, in every possible position, till finally a buzzer rang and i knew it was over.

    When i slithered off the bench i could feel sperm running down my thighs and along side my mouth and on to my chin. i knelt and suffered the final cruelty as they surrounded me and sprayed me with their golden nectar. i felt cleansed and ready to serve Her!

Chapter 4

    i only saw Mistress two more times after that day and those last two meetings were singular and extraordinary 

    To start, we never spoke of my disobedience or my miserable punishment. Only a few hours of banishment had cured me completely and forever of my rebellion and if i were to ever experience release again i was content with the knowledge that it would only be with Her approval and at Her command!

    Secondly and remarkably, Louise became even lovelier and more alluring, slender but so shapely, Her tangle of long dark hair framing the face of a Goddess.

    Each classic feature shined with perfection: finely sculpted cheekbones and dark mysterious luminous eyes that could see into your soul, a strong jaw line and perfect forehead, a gently hooked nose like the Medici nobility.

    i could recite every millimeter of Her delicate collar bones, the sweetly angular shoulders and round little arms.

    my eyes have measured and recorded the distance between every perfect vertebra from neck to bottom and my breathing quickens even now after all these months so powerful was Her presence, so beautiful Her visage.

    Her tawny skin glowed with a new luster that begged to be stroked and petted, and oh when She moved it was a symphony of rounded hips and buttocks and thighs so erotic that Louise seemed a Latin sorceress hypnotizing the male world with a wicked Tango.

    Mistress was all things womanly, and perfectly in sync with Her femininity. It was a joy there, it was all a sissy could ever dream of having.

    During session Louise became more demanding of me.

    i was scolded and taken over Her knee for an intimate spanking, that made me drip like a little whore while my bottom clenched and i kicked wildly rolling my hips from side to side.

    “you will obey ME,” She barked, delivering another stinging swat from an MLD sorority paddle and continuing till my buttocks were wailing crimson, then i was ordered over a bench.

    “Twenty four with the cane Miss,” She said, “four sets of six, and I want to hear you scream”.

    And scream i did, and sobbed, and clenched my teeth and swore to be a good gurl, but twenty-four landed crisply at the center of my bottom and  thin evil white weals rose on my ass like little razor scars.

    Those final beating made my clit throb hard and Louise damp with power.

    Her beauty and those beatings will be forever imprinted on my mind, but it was the fucks that will haunt me forever.

    Her hands dug into my hips.

    “Fuck me please,” i whispered.

    “More,” She demanded.

    “I’m a bad gurl Mistress, fuck me hard and long”.

    “More,” She demanded again with a cruel laugh.

    i was sliding into a deep crevice, no pride, no dignity. It didn’t matter. i craved the cruelest humiliations if it would please Her. What else would you expect from a gurl like me that’s had a cock up her ass and in her mouth?"

    “Please Mademoiselle, fuck me”.

    “Spit on me”.

    “Pee on my face”.

    “i itch for Your cock like a cheap slut. Please. Please”.

    Finally She seemed satisfied and my beautiful agony began.

    “you arrogant little slut,” Louise snarled, She moved slowly so that every inch brought a new pain. She pushed hard till i cried, then slam fucked my overstretched ass with a rippled scarlet cock that i clenched with passion through whimpers and cries.

    Every long hard stroke was powered by Her womanly hips and i could almost feel Her cock twitching like it was going to explode and fill me with cum and that made me forget my aching anus and twist more, pump harder.

    The waves of my sissy orgasm began as the head of the cock tortured my “G” spot. i heard growls and groans come from deep inside Her belly and knew the cock was tickling Her vulva, grazing Her clitoral hood. The relentless pressure of the rhythmically moving cock rocked our bodies and sent incomparable shudders raging through me.

    And then it was over and i was raw and drained.

    And then She was gone, my Mistress was gone!

Chapter 5

    You know i cried, of course i did!

    No one can loose someone like Louise and not be devastated and for a sissy like me, well i just couldn’t function. i couldn’t be a maid without a Mistress, a submissive without a Domina, or a slut without a Goddess. For years i had been measuring my life by the length of time between sessions with Mistress and suddenly i had nothing to anticipate.

    Who could ever mimic Her meticulous spankings and bring life to my punishment fantasies? She had taught me such lessons in respect and altered my rude and naughty behavior. And if it was embarrassing having my bare bottomed spanked, well it was only what i deserved.

    Would i ever again ache to kiss a buttock, lick a toe, wish my mouth were Her toilet.

    As i pondered the loss my desire for Her mistreatment grew daily, i craved humiliation, wished for flagellation and servitude, dreamed of being spread wide open and fucked.

    Then within three weeks the first email arrived and my spirits soared.

    If you‘ve been a good gurl, follow this link: www.buttfuckingmachines.com.

    If you’ve been a bad gurl this one: www.malechastitydevices.com.

    Well, in all these weeks i had been tempted.  i thought constantly of Her abuse and my clitty stayed stiff and gorged with blood. But i had remained true to my word, true to my pledge.  The memories of my disgracing punishment with the male prisoners remained branded on my mind.  A sissy who has spent an hour with a dozen cocks in his ass and another dozen in his mouth quickly learns to obey.

    i hurried on line and typed in the web address.

    It was a glorious catalog of lovely girls with spread thighs riding splendid polymer pricks and pretty boys with their tight little bottoms filled and pierced by delightful dildos. The phalluses were attached to an array of fucking machines.

    Some of the machines were elaborate and so expensive, others portable and affordable, some with a gaggle of attachments, variable speeds, and remote controls.

    Oh my!

    i puckered with excitement watching a lovely boy on knees and elbows receive an eight inch stainless steel dildo in his tiny slut hole.

    my hand trembled on the computer mouse as i surfed from machine to machine reading about the features; fractional horsepower motors, high RPM’s, smooth swift strokes.

    i was fully aware of the benefits. The looks on the models faces told me everything i wanted to know and i made my choice complete with rush shipping charges.

    i wrote a quick note to Mademoiselle.

    “Oh thank You my Princess,” i wrote, “i have purchased  an Intruder and will await Your instructions”.

    This new chapter in my servitude began and i was thrilled with a new enthusiasm. Every morning i rushed to the computer hoping for the flashing email signal to tell me something had arrived. Then hoped again that it was from Mademoiselle.

    Her emails came sporadically so that i could never plan on or hope for release, but the anticipation was overwhelming. As my fluids backed up i became super sensual, aware of every erotic incidence surrounding me. i stared at buttocks and crotches with a new hunger and enjoyed a constant fullness in my panties.

    When the emails did arrive they were intimately detailed with directions about the length, width and color of the prescribed cock. She noted the speed of the piston and the length of the stroke as well as an exact time of my impalement measured not only to the minute, but also to the second.

    All that remained was for me to lower my head, raise my derriere, and move aside the tiny triangle of nylon.

    And every fuck was divine and exactly timed and directed as if Her “univax” mind could compute the length of time between corings and the build up of my sissy fluids.

    i collapsed after every session often curling up and purring the way i had seen Jacqueline do after her taming. my panties were wet and sticky and i had a marvelous feeling of fulfillment. Of course it wasn’t quite the same, i dreadfully missed Her presence and the smack of the strap on my flanks. She wasn’t there to fuck my mind, but i had something to look forward to again and i owed it all to Louise.

    She visited Cleveland in November and i was away, and then announced a trip to Pittsburg for two days in December, again i was away. i felt useless, impotent.

    i ached to see Her. Ached to grovel and beg for Her paddle. Ached to kiss Her derriere. Now it was New Years Eve and i was alone and miserable and itching for a cock.

    It was one of those odd Ohio days where a warm wind blows from somewhere causing the temperature to soar to almost sixty degrees and i made it a special gurly day to help with my sadness.

    i began in mid afternoon with a scrumptious bubble bath, a cleansing douche, and a slow careful shave that removed every hint of hair. my body looked good smooth and i enjoyed its vision in the mirror while i pinched my nipples the way Louise often did to tease me, and felt a stirring in my cockette.

    “Maybe it’s time to be naughty,” i thought while lighting some romantic candles and opening a bottle of Malbec.

    “Maybe Miss Fancypants needs a ride into the New Year”!

    i poured another glass of wine, then another while listening to slow romantic music from beautiful velvety sounding women singers. It was fun parading around the house in nylons and knickers and i started to feel better so i opened a second bottle.

    By 10:00 i was feeling more than a little disobedient and pulled my machine out from the closet and plugged it in just as a frightening crack of thunder exploded and a huge lightening bolt found its way to earth. The power went out immediately and i was left in a dark house with a useless machine and an itch that was driving me mad.

    i lit more candles and had just gotten accustomed to their warm glow when my patio doors were blown open and a warm fragrant wind entered the house.

    Then She was there!

    Louise appeared magically, dressed in thigh high leather boots and a black cape with a crimson lining. The lightening struck again and She elevated a full foot off of the floor.

    Although She was just outside of the candles intimate circle i could see She was pale and completely naked except for the boots. Her wild hair was crazy as though every ounce of electricity in the universe was surging through Her body and She began to slowly spin in the air, round and round in circles.

    The cape floated away from Her body and i could see every inch of Her, every beautiful inch. my breathing became heavy at the sight of Her pussy and buttocks, i wanted to reach out and touch Her, lick every inch, enjoy the taste of Her in my mouth.

    She spun faster and faster till everything was just a blur and when She stopped there was a crop in her right hand and an ebony cock between Her legs. i crawled forward just as She descended so that each leg straddled my body then lowered my head to the floor and reached behind to spread open my derriere.

    Thwack, thwack, thwack.

    The crop landed over and over faster and faster.

    my anus burned and itched even more, She slapped my balls, my cock, till i cried out, and then when i did She slapped them even harder.

    i crawled away sore and scared, got to the bed and lay on my back with my arms back over my head clutching the head board and my legs spread wide open.

    Just as Louise knelt between my legs the lightening struck again and an August-bright moon glared through the blinds forming a lattice work of illumination on the ceiling. She smiled wildy and the moon glinted off Her long sharp incisor teeth.

    She moved Her hips with a grunt filling me completely and lowered Herself on to my body.  i’ll never forget that feeling.  Her nipples were hard and on fire, Her cock seemed to grow bigger and bigger inside me, and then i felt Her mouth on my neck.

    i awoke the next morning in a tangle of wet bed sheets.

    i needed coffee and juice, and a shower.

    my body ached but felt different, softer. i walked to the bathroom aware that my hips were rolling in a feminine way that excited me.  my reflection excited me even more, because on my neck were two tiny punctures.

    Could it have really happened or was it just another lonely night and too much wine.

    i turned the shower on hot as high as i could stand and became aware of a presence, a scent, something. i thought i saw a shadow on the ceiling, heard the shower curtain move. A cold chill ran up my spine, i turned quickly in the shower, but there was nothing to see.

    And then i understood!

    What Louise had given me, what i had learned about myself through Her teaching would stay with me forever. It was mine to embrace and enjoy. She may have moved away, but She would never be gone.

    i bent forward in the shower with perfect form as i had been taught, legs perfectly straight, buttocks in high presentation and spoke to my Phantom Mistress: “i’ll fetch Your tea Miss, as soon as You have enjoyed Your morning fuck.”

    And i swear i felt it, every precious inch!