Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2001 12:25:37 EDT
From: Merkino1@aol.com
Subject: Black Mamba #6 TG/ Shemale

 As I sat there on the pot with my dick in my hand, and cum on my face,
Melanie stuffed her cock back in her pants, winked and left me to my own
devices. I was exhausted. I gathered myself together as best I could, exited
the stall, went to the sink and cleaned myself up. Yet again I was removing a
mans seed from my face and I burned with humiliation. Repairing my makeup, I
thought to my self "Fuck these people. I'm walkin out of this joint with my
head held high. I'm not going to be intimidated or subjugated by that cunt
Melanie."  I stuffed my bra with TP until I had a decent set of teats and
marched out of the ladies room. All eyes were on me when I entered the bar,
but I looked neither left nor right as I minced my way towards the exit.
Acutely aware of the plug that I was clenching tightly in my ass, I thrust
out my chest to give the boys a show and secretly thrilled at what affect I
thought I was having. Especially with that bitch Melanie. I decided then and
there to tell my Mistress what had taken place in the ladies room. Fuck her!
  Finally. After almost twenty-four hours, I was on my way home. The drive
was pretty much uneventful, except for a few weird looks at stop lights, but
after what I had been through it never fazed me. Actually the next problem I
faced was when I arrived home. Parking the car and entering my home, I would
be exposed to the neighbors, subjecting me to there scrutiny and possibly
more humiliation. With a see through blouse, wearing a black bra stuffed with
toilet paper and my face made-up like a tarts, I was sure that I would be
spotted by someone. My previous bravado left me and again I was reduced to
abject humiliation. Would this never end?
  I cruised by my place and circled the block to ensure there was nobody
about. Seeing no one I pulled into the driveway and pressed the button on the
garage door opener. As the door raised, I congratulated myself for finally
making room for my car, and I pulled right in. This would be relatively
painless....... Wrong. The house key was missing from my key ring. Jennifer
must have lifted it this morning. There was a backup in a flower pot by the
front door, but I'd have to leave the protection of the garage and go through
the front door. As I fumbled with the spare key, frantically trying to get in
the door, I was horrified to see the gal who lives next door backing out her
drive. Her name is Jill and she is best friends with my sister. She looked at
me and did a double take, her jaw dropping and her eyes growing big as
saucers. Scrambling through the door out of her sight, I had no doubts that
she had seen me. Shit! Shit! Shit! How could I ever face that woman again? Or
worse yet, what if she tells my sister? I wanted to crawl into a hole and
die, I was so humiliated.
  I needed a drink. Turing towards the kitchen I saw a package and an
envelope setting on the foyer table. I dropped my purse, snatched up the
envelope and tore it open. It was addressed to "BITCH" and it read:
Bitch,
  In the box you will find your new breast forms and some other goodies. I
strongly suggest that you make use of the depilatory, it will
make it so much easier to remove your new tits when I decide it's time. I'll
be by later tonight to start your training. I have my own key, as you know
and will let myself in.....J
  I removed the lid with trembling fingers and gazed upon the most beautiful
set of tits that I have ever seen. Holding them against my chest, I started
getting wet. They were pear shaped, about a C cup with large dark aureoles
and protruding nipples.  I started to harden in anticipation of wearing them.
Along with the forms was spray adhesive, liquid latex, body makeup and hair
depilatory.
 Heeding Jennifer's suggestion, I went to the bathroom shedding my clothing
as I went. Standing in front of the full length mirror, I coated my chest and
legs with the hair remover and tried to imagine what I would look like with
breasts.  There was only one way to find out and as my skin began to tingle I
stepped into the warm shower with my razor, soap and wash cloth. With the
warm water cascading over my body and the assist from the wash cloth I
watched in abject sorrow as my masculinity washed down the drain. I had
reached the point of no return.... and crossed it, not without some sadness.
Tears were rolling down my face and I sobbed quietly continuing with the
razor on areas that I missed. My underarms, what I now thought of as my
pussie and my pubic area was soon satin smooth.  I left a small hart shape
patch of curls above my clit as Jennifer had done with hers. I wanted to
remove my anal tormentor, but realized that Jen would probably check me when
she arrived and I was afraid that it would piss her off if it wasn't there.
  Finished in the shower I ran my bath with the lavender scented crystals and
as the tub was filling, I quickly checked voice and E-mail to see if there
was anything from Mistress. No joy! Oh well, back to my tub. As I slid into
the hot bubbly water, hi-ball in hand, I was again acutely aware of the
intruder in my cunt. Actually the combination of warm scented water, cocktail
and the full feeling in my bowels was quite sensuous. I laid there and
languidly stroked my engorged meat, trying to think of what to do next. Well,
first things first. Turning back was not an option.  Not knowing what
Jennifer was expecting, when she arrived, I decided to make myself as
feminine as I possibly could. With proper makeup, my new breasts and my hair
rearranged, "Vanessa" would greet her. I was now fully committed and would
surrender myself to her.
  The very, very first thing was attaching my new boobies. Mmmmm. Next would
be press on nails and polish. Toe nails to match. Then makeup and clothes.
Clothes? I haven't any fucking cloths! I can't go to her in jockey shorts.
She'll humiliate me. Then I remembered that my ex had left a somewhat large
box and two smaller ones behind. Telling me to get rid of them, I of course
didn't. They were in the spare room. Maybe, just maybe....?
 Jumping from the tepid tub I scrambled frantically to the spare room, ever
aware of the hard shaft embedded in my love tunnel. My clit started to harden
when I opened the first box and discovered a peach thong & bra set, on the
very top. I'm saved, I thought. With barely a pause, I tore open the other
two boxes, discovering shoes in one ; ) and skirts, tops, sweaters, and
dresses in the other.
  What incredible luck. The ex and I are close enough to the same size that
I'm sure I could squeeze into her clothing. At least until I could get some
of my own in the proper sizes. Tonight I'm going with the bare minimum. Black
pumps with a three inch heel (I'm going to have to learn how to walk in them)
and the peach thong. The thong will keep my cock tucked back and also apply
constant pressure on my plug. I'll wear a condom to. It'll keep me from
spotting my panties. And so, my feminization begins in earnest.
  Two hours later I was standing in front of the full length mirror admiring
myself. Gazing back at me was a rather good looking blonde girl in high heel
pumps, peach colored thong, a gold waist chain and a magnificent bust. I had
made good use of the liquid latex by blending in the edges of the breast
forms and with the aid of the makeup you couldn't tell that they weren't
real. I gave my torso a little shake and watched my breasts jiggle
provocatively. I had also applied the latex over my eyebrows, blended them in
with makeup and penciled in new higher arched brows. My clit started to
tingle and I could actually feel the precum oozing towards my piss slit.
Thankfully, I was wearing a rubber and my new found panties kept me tucked
out of site between my ass cheeks.
  Time to check for She-mail from my Mistress. My unfettered breasts swayed
seductively and my high heels clicked loudly as I minced my way across the
hardwood floor to my office. Sitting down in front of the computer I was
again reminded of the object buried deep in my cunt. I discovered that typing
was a problem with my long painted nails but knew that I had better become
accustomed to it, as I would walking in high heels. Logging on, I was again
disappointed to discover that there were no messages and began shopping
online for my new wardrobe. Looking only for styles and ideas because I
didn't know my sizes yet, I was soon in a euphoric state, oblivious to my
surroundings
  The first inclination I had that my goddess had arrived was the staccato
click of her high heels as she strode confidently in to the room. I struggled
out of my chair dropped to my knees and kissed her feet to demonstrate my
total submission.
 "You may rise," she said haughtily and inspected me as I arose. She still
towered over despite my standing at attention in my new high heels. Mistress
Jennifer was absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a knee length, side slit
white calfskin skirt and a white sleeved cotton blouse. A wide black patent
leather belt circled her waist. That she was braless was obvious because her
erect nipples could be seen through the thin material. Her black silky hair
was pulled back in a sever bun, giving her the look of a dominatrix. Her feet
were adorned with high heeled lace up sandals and her legs were encased in
dark seamed nylons.
  "My little white bitch has fixed herself up quite nicely" Jen said with a
smile as she began a slow walk around me. "Nice panties. My little closet
queen must have a secret stash. Good girl." Pausing behind me, she hooked her
fingers into my thong and drew them down to my knees. Gripping the plug with
her fingers she twisted and withdrew it ever so slowly. When the widest part
had been drawn past my sphincter she then pushed it back in cruelly. I
staggered from the force and would have gone to my knees had Mistress not
grabbed me by the hair and held me up. I was amazed and somewhat frightened
by her strength. The pain was excruciating and I had to fight back tears.
  "I do believe that my sissy bitch is ready for a larger one," Mistress
said. I want your pussie stretched because I wont be using any lube when I
take your cherry. Be a good girl and go out to my car and get the box of
training aids I have in the trunk."
 "But Mistress" I whined, "I can't go outside naked, the neighbors might see
me."
  Jennifer told me not to be silly, it was dark outside and the hour was
late, nobody would be around. Resignedly I took her keys, went to the front
door and peeked out. Not seeing anyone I minced down the steps to her car, my
boobs bouncing provocatively. When I opened the trunk the light came on and
at the same time Mistress through the switch for the front porch light. I
stood frozen like a doe trapped in the headlights of a car, completely naked
but for my heels and golden chain. Quickly recovering I seized the package
and darted for the sanctuary of the house. Clutching the box to my breasts
trying to cover my nakedness as I scurried along, I saw the drapes in Jill's
living room part and I could discern Jill framed in the window. That she had
seen me, I had no doubt, for once again she had that wide eyed surprised look
on her face. Caught again!
  After what seemed an eternity, I reached the safety of the foyer and
collapsed sobbing hysterically at Jennifer's feet. Retrieving the container,
Mistress stepped over me and said, "Come."
  After regaining some composure I followed her into the living room where
she had dumped the "training aids" onto the coffee table. She was holding a
pair of platform shoes that had impossibly high heels (six inches was my
guess) wide ankle straps with twin buckles that could accommodate a small
padlock. The sight of the sexy shoes coupled with my latest humiliation
caused my cock to stir.  Wordlessly, but with a throaty chuckle she handed
them to me and I sat submissively to put them on. Once my new heels were
strapped on Jen handed me a three inch wide studded collar with a D ring and
an embossed tag that said "BITCH." This also had twin buckles and a lock
hasp. After putting on my collar Mistress motioned me to stand. With my
leaking cock tucked between my thighs I stood teetering before her and waited
for more debasement.
  "Show mama what you got baby. Strut your stuff," Jen ordered. Put a little
swing in that cute little ass of yours, I want to see what a sissy slut
you've become in such a short time. Your going to be my little white cock
sucker
  I wobbled around the floor trying to look sexy but it was impossible due to
the ultra high heels. The collar didn't help either, I couldn't see my feet.
Jen laughed the whole time, asking me what kind of sissy slut I was that I
couldn't walk in "come fuck me shoes" and that I'd have plenty of time to get
used to them. She then stopped me, handed me the little locks and said "Do it
bitch." I inserted the locks into the hasps on the shoes and slave collar,
locked them and then experienced what I would call a spontaneous orgasm.
Without touching myself, I erupted with the most intense ejaculation that
I've ever had. All I can say is that it must have been the subconscious
thought of what I was committing myself to and the humiliation that I was
being subjected to. Jennifer saw what was happening and grabbed me by the arm
to steady me as my body was racked with spasm after spasm. I clenched my
sphincter tightly around the plug imbedded in my ass and moaned loudly as I
sent jet after jet of hot milky cum into the condom. Finally Jen released me
and I fell totally spent to the floor at her feet.
  "You worthless whore" she screamed. "How dare you cum without my
permission. Take me to your bedroom bitch, it's time for a little lesson in
deportment."
  Once in the bed room she ordered me to empty my closet and dresser of all
clothes and dump them in the middle of the floor. When I had completed this
she instructed me to lay down on my back on the pile of clothing while she
removed her skirt. Straddling my head and facing towards my feet she reached
back spread her cheeks and began lowering her large ebony ass towards my
face. A string was protruding from her pucker ring and I knew instinctively
what was required of me. Nuzzling her rosette I griped the string in my teeth
and felt her raise slightly and a cum coated tampon slipped out and fell on
my chin.
  "My boyfriend fucked me just before I came over her and he left a treat for
you in my cunt. Rim me bitch."
  Jenn lowered her immense sweat covered ebony ass to my face and rode my
tongue mercilessly. As I lapped up her boyfriends cum I stroked her cock
trying to get her to orgasm before I suffocated. Unbelievably my cock was
hard again and I longed for her to touch it but that was not to be. After
what seemed like hours I felt her stiffen and felt her cumming on stomach as
she ground her rose bud into my sucking lips. At that time she removed the
cum filled rubber from my cock turned around and emptied it in to my waiting
mouth. As I laid there exhausted, Jennifer stood, pointed her now flaccid
cock at me and said "Let me clean some of that cum off of you." She then
proceeded to piss in my face and on my stomach washing away the goo with a
hot stream of salty urine.
 "Don't you ever, ever cum without my permission. If it happens again you
will be fitted with a chastity device" she said angrily and then stormed out
of the room. I lay on the pile of clothes covered with drying cum and urine
and wondered how much more she would humiliate and degrade me as she
transformed me into her willing bitch.

Vanessa