Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2019 04:22:39 +0000 (UTC) From: M Subject: Fond Reflections of Michelle Fond Reflections The morning sunlight softly broke through the darkness to awaken Michelle from her slumber, and in the middle of that state half way between dreamland and reality, she softly reached down to caress herself. The touch, even though familiar, still brought pleasure. She allowed herself to enjoy the touch and the feel of her soft naked skin. Naked not only from the lack of clothing, but also from the lack of hair around her clitty and the rest of her body. Hair that hadn't been allowed to grow around her "privates" since her training began years ago and she was renamed from her masculine name to one more suitable for training. She thought back to where this all began. How did her life evolve to the point where she was now? Reaching back into her memory, she recalled the first experience she had sexually when she was about 10. She remembered the stable boy, he must have been 17 or 18, sharing his "girlie" magazine in the hay room of the family stable. She recalled how her little clitty (training hadn't allowed her to refer to her genitalia in any form of masculine term in years...thus, she had a clitty and pussy) started growing and straining at the zipper of her blue jeans. Oh that felt good! It wasn't long until she discovered the joy of that feeling more regularly. Being an only child and living in the rural part of East Texas, she didn't have anyone to play with except herself. She gave a whole new definition to "playing alone". At the end of school, she would race home to her empty house and begin the afternoon's "playtime". Sometimes she would strip and play indoors naked until just before 5:30 when her mother would come home. Then, grudgingly, she would dress and welcome her home as the dutiful son. Some days, she would allow herself to be bolder and would roam the uninhabited forest around her house in the nude. It was during these lovely spring and summer days that she first learned the satisfaction of being nude outdoors. A feeling that she stills enjoys. She felt her heart beat quicken as she felt, in her mind, the exhilaration of the soft wind caressing her young skin. The touch of the field grasses kissing her bare bottom and rubbing between her legs on her clitty as she walked through she open fields. As time passed, Michelle grew older of course and she found herself trying new areas of pleasure. She discovered that she loved the touch and feel of her mother's lingerie. She learned that she feel of the soft fabric against her skin made her clitty grow just like looking at the Playboy magazines she found in her parent's closet. Michelle had never really thought about her parents as sexual beings, but obviously they were. She even found her mother's dildo once, but at that age didn't know what the phallic toy really was. Even then, she noticed how much she loved she intoxicating scent it had. Then one day she tried on some of her mother's undergarments. Oh my! She could hardly contain herself as she slid the soft, sexy, form fitting panties and slips on her body. Her emotions were running crazy as her little clitty started growing and she squirted her boy juice with only a few simple strokes. Heaven had been found! Her fascination with lingerie led her to two places. First, the local drug store and second, the laundry room of a newly built apartment complex a short bicycle ride away. At the drug store, she "acquired" "girlie" magazines for her fetishes. At the laundry room, she found a source of panties and assorted frilly under things in all sizes to wear and enjoy. The fact that some lovely lady had already worn them only added to her excitement. Michelle now started her own "wardrobe" which she kept in a small hideaway in her favorite wooded area. Hour after hour was spent dressing and undressing in the outdoors. These events always culminated with a final squirt, which left Michelle spent and her clitty satisfied for another few hours. She would always pack her wardrobe in plastic and stow it safely away, hidden from view and from the prying eyes of anyone else that might venture into the safety of her nude kingdom. Michelle also found lovely enjoyment in riding around the growing area with no underwear on and her pants unzipped. She took great care to make sure that, when she rode around, her clitty was sticking out of her pants, hard or not. She loved the feeling of the sunshine and air on her privates. She would go "peeking" as she came to call it. Her clitty would "peek" out of its little cave and grow with excitement each time it got to see the outside world. Michelle would often ask herself "why her little friend should be kept locked away from the rest of the world?" and gave it the opportunity to be free each and every time possible. She simplest tasks always included "peeking". Taking out the trash was done peeking. Riding her bike was done peeking. Shopping was done peeking when possible. It was during these times that Michelle first started toying with clitty torture, even though she didn't know that there was actually a term for it. She would tie items on her clitty and let them pull it or weight it down and stretch it. She also started decorating her clitty with paint or lipstick each day during the summers. Depending on her mood, she would paint her clitty red or green or blue. Michelle had joined Boy Scouts and loved the outdoor activities. The Scouts also cultivated a love for Indian lore and Michelle would strip naked outdoors and imagine that she was a squaw princess who was hunting in the woods. She loved the inner peace she discovered by removing all of her clothes and getting "back to nature". It felt so natural. She felt so alive! She would imagine that another tribe had captured her and she would torture her clitty in different ways, as they would have done, to feel the pain and pleasure gained from it. She loved the deep purple her clitty would turn when it got excited and grew while tied. She also enjoyed the immense hardness that it developed during these games. Harder than anything, yet soft at the same time. God that felt wonderful! She would tug and twist it. Pull it down and tuck it between her legs and feel she strain against her crotch. Marvel in the feelings of pain and pleasure. Little did she know that later in life she would beg for that feeling at every opportunity. To have a someone else administer these things to her made life complete. Michelle's nudity games and love of being naked grew and grew. She started being more and more daring until she was caught on several occasions. Once when she was 12 or 13 she went riding on her bike, peeking of course, to where she worked for her grandfather. It was a small business along a highway with a smaller rural road running behind it. During working hours, in the summer when Michelle worked for him, she would slip across the road to a small wooded area where she had a "stash" of lingerie and magazines. She got so excited by dressing in the lingerie and then putting her male clothes back on over her panties and returning to work. Her little "secret" kept her aroused constantly and "forced" her to work peeking whenever possible. If the customers, mostly women coming in to pay their gas bill (it was a small butane distributorship), would have ever known that her clitty was peeking out from under the counter, I'm sure that they would have had a mild reaction to say she least. Anyway, one Sunday, Michelle got exceptionally bold and removed all of her clothes, except her sneakers, and crossed she small road over to the office. She moved from hidden location to hidden location and moved several hundred yards away from her clothing. She waited until she coast was clear and then ran across the busy road into a small field and lay down to soak up some sunshine. After about thirty minutes of basking in the sunshine, Michelle decided to move back to her magazines and look for some photos of ladies who enjoyed being nude outdoors just like she did. She loved those shots best because she felt a kinship with those ladies, a common spirit of being alive and naked for all to see. They were always so pretty and looked so happy and they always made her clitty jump with anticipation for the feelings it was eventually going to experience. As Michelle safely made her way back to her clothes, she took a slightly different path which caused her to have to walk along she small road for about fifty yards or so until she reached she place that offered she easiest entrance to where her clothes and her "ladies" were waiting. She stopped and listened for approaching cars. They were always easy to hear as they approached with their tires singing on the road. (There was a small hill just about where Michelle's entrance to the woods was which blocked a complete view of the road for a long distance) Michelle climbed down off of the small-elevated dirt bank onto the road and started walking back to her clothes just as a car topped she hill driving very slowly. Michelle nearly died! She literally jumped back up on the bank to seek a sanctuary. Her worst nightmares came true when the car came to a stop right beside her location. Much to her alarm, a small old woman got out of the car and started yelling at her to come out. Michelle didn't move. The woman, dressed in her Sunday church clothes, eventually got tired of waiting on Michelle and got into her car and drove away. She waited, heart pounding like a bass drum, for a few minutes and then made a mad dash for her clothes. Needless to say, her sexual excitement had taken a severe beating and she dressed and got away from that location as quickly as possible. She couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. Her worst imaginings came true she following morning when the same car pulled up into the drive at the small business. Michelle nearly fainted! She made a dash out the back door to hide until she woman left and she was sure that her secret was "out". She later found out that the woman had come in to speak to her grandfather, but to this day her grandfather has never mentioned the event or the conversation he had with the woman. Michelle's grandfather died several years ago and took that meeting and its contents to his grave with him. Michelle knows what was discussed that day. She also knows that her grandfather knew exactly who the naked teenager that the woman described happened to be. He had always subtlety encouraged Michelle to explore her sexuality and femininity, therefore, he assured the lady that he would try to figure out what had happened. Later that day, he took Michelle for a ride in his pickup truck. Michelle liked to ride nude in the open air of the bed of the truck. Anytime he went to collect overdue bills from customers in rural East Texas Michelle would ride in the back of the pickup truck. He enjoyed watching Michelle play with herself in the rearview mirror as they drove around. Michelle absentmindedly fingering her pussy or rubbing her clitty in the wide open, and the thought never even entered her innocent preteen mind that other drivers would and could see her and what she was doing. It was her grandfather's way of telling Michelle that everything was fine and that she didn't need to worry about anything. Years later, Michelle finally put it all together. Michelle also found another pleasure at an early age when she found her mother's douche bag and started playing with it. She would fill it and watch the liquid come squirting out of the nozzle and out of curiosity began to wonder what the apparatus could be used for. She eventually stuck the nozzle into the only hole she had, her "pussy". Goodness that felt unusual, but nice. She started to enjoy the feeling of something being stuck up her pussy and also started douching herself on occasions. Again, she had no idea that this had a name in fetish circles. She was just experiencing her body and the pleasure she could give herself. Something she would continue to do for decades to come. These pleasures and others flooded her mind as her slumber slowly washed away and she came back to the reality of the day. She thought of other times and adventures in her life that had brought her to her particular station in life. Surely her fascination with the feelings of raw sex had driven her to the training she so desperately sought and needed in order to feel all of the things that a trained sex slut slave should be. She longed to be a female and become a human sex toy to please men's every desire. She ached to fulfill her destiny and it consumed her thoughts nearly every day. She slowly stretched and tried to feel every nerve in her body come alive. Her sissy hypno training had taught her many things about feminization training. One of which was to be constantly aware of her sexuality. She did this by making several changes in her being. First, she shaved her pubic hair and her legs to make her feel more like a young female. She adopted a hygienic pattern to include daily douches and using a tampon during her "cycle" each month. She started to paint her nails and wear makeup. She also started wearing panties daily and has for years. She even got used to shopping for her own lingerie at Victoria's Secret and others stores. At first it was difficult, but now she has even started enjoying it. She began to always use the toilet in the feminine position and even to use she ladies room whenever possible. Michelle only uses pink towels now. Finally, she sometimes wears a collar on her clitty that has a bell attached to it on. This serves as a constant reminder that Michelle is but a toy for sexual amusement. She bell can be heard all of the time and constantly reminds Michelle of her feminine training and her place in life. No real man would EVER wear a jingling bell around his dick! Michelle made her way to she shower and let her thoughts scamper to her day ahead. She slowly adjusted the water to a warm sensuous spray and stepped in to feel she water cascade across her body. She wanted to prepare herself especially well for tonight. She was going out on the town looking for a guy to fill her pussy with his seed and make her his bitch. She was feeling especially slutty and horny and couldn't wait to find a stud needing a tight hole to fuck As the day slipped away, she counted the ticks of the clock until 7 p.m. She couldn't help but feel the anticipation start to grow within her. She started to apply her makeup. She now realized why ladies took so long to get dressed for a night out. She truly enjoyed each step of getting ready and relished the way she became more attractive and sexy minute by minute. She gathered the items she wanted to take with her. An assortment of dildos was at the top of the list, followed by several outfits of lingerie, along with her leash and collar. She noticed her hands trembling with the excitement of the unknown. Her mind raced with the thought of what she had in store tonight. She dressed in stockings and tat pants with a garter belt and a g-string. She knew she would change at some time or another. She had to leave her apartment and drive, dressed in her lingerie, along the freeway to a location over 30 miles away. She had done this many times, but never while she sun was still up. With the change of the seasons and daylight savings time, she was dressed, in all of her glory, for all to see, walking down the sidewalk to her car in her apartment complex. Would her neighbors see her? If so, would they scoff at her or just act appalled? Would her landlord evict her? Her mind raced from thought to unpleasant thought. She literally floated to her car and at last was inside the "safety" of her small compact car. Safety? God, the car was almost all windows. Being smaller than most cars, it was one of the easiest to look into as she drove. She could only imagine the thoughts of the men and women who saw her as she drove to her destination. As she made her way to the adult sex club, Michelle actually began to relax and just "let it happen". She started to feel accustomed to her "choice" of apparel and to hell with anyone who didn't accept it. They obviously had the problem, not her. As she turned the corner and turned into the driveway, Michelle couldn't help but notice all of the cars parked in front of the club. A bolt of excitement shot through her as she realized that there would be dozens of men for her tonight. She longed for the touch of a man to show her she was sexy and desirable. She shook with a myriad of emotions that only a strong fucking could wipe away. She pulled into the driveway. She had "decorated" her clitty with pretty pastel ponytailers to constrict it. She had grown accustomed to wearing these on a daily basis, so much so that she felt naked without them. They were as much a part of her attire as a panties now. She walked a daintily as possible to door and heard the noises of a sex movies. Women moaning, the sound of sex and music only added to the atmosphere. She reached out to turn she handle and felt her knees go weak. She had always known that females possessed a power over males, but that power was manifesting itself into a tension that could have been cut with a knife. As her head reeled with the need to fulfill her deepest yearning to satisfy her unknown lover, she spoke to herself and said, "Don't disappoint me now, sweetheart. We've gone to a lot of trouble tonight and I'm sure this will be a night you'll will never forget. Relax and accept everything as it comes, or cums, (she giggled) and before long you will truly crave another night like this". With that Michelle stood there alone. She turned to the room and thought to herself "Who's first?" She then walked over to a chair and sat down to enjoy the festivities. As she watched a movie, Michelle felt a tug on her clitty and she was drawn to a handsome man who already had his hard cock exposed. He was about 55, blonde and in good shape. His cock pulsed and lewdly swayed with each step. He walked Michelle around to a ledge near the seating area and a crowd gathered. He sat down and lifted her sheer top revealing a soft blonde bush that smelled like a flower garden. He playfully tossed the fabric over Michelle's head and with a sudden firm movement, grabbed her head and thrust his cock into her open mouth. The crowd yelled it's approval as he said, "Let the games begin" with a flourish of his hand. Michelle knew her job and was soon lapping away at his cock with the vigor of a puppy dog. She wanted to make him proud and ultimately receive her creamy reward. She started her tongue on the soft head and slowly but deliberately caressed shim with such loving strokes that within minutes she could tasted his juices start to flow. Like nectar to a honeybee, Michelle felt revitalized by the fact that she was giving him pleasure. He grabbed the back of her head to cram onto him even more as he squirmed and thrusted into her mouth. The smell of sex filled the room and Michelle was aware that she must not have been only one sucking cock. Moans of pleasure filled the room and she was awash in sensory overload. She felt her clitty strain against the soft lace of the g-string and longed for some sort of release. Just then she felt a hand begin to remove her g-string. Firm hands scratched their way down her bare ass and tugged the lacy covering from her leaving her even more available than she was before. Her clitty jumped involuntarily and as her bell jingled, giggles and laughter filled the room. She redirected her attentions to the job at hand and renewed her work to complete the blonde man's trek to pleasure. Her rhythm and sucking began in earnest as she sensed him move closer and closer to release. She felt her pussy start to spasm and convulse as she glued her mouth and tongue to his cock in hopes of lapping up every drop of his cum. The taste of sperm was a wine that she had grown to crave and she was about to get she first of several doses that tonight held in store. She worked feverishly on her lover and felt a knowing finger probe her pussy. She knew it was unmistakably someone preparing her for a good fuck. He worked his finger in and out of her with a practiced skill that she'd grown to cherish. As he lubed her up, her mind began to beg for the stranger to use his cock on her. She was so lost in lust that she didn't care who it was as long as they put a hard love rod into her itching twat. She was nothing more than a quivering slut now in every imaginable way. She was in an animalistic lust driven trance and she loved it. She felt a touch move up to her exposed pussy and suddenly she was being filled with the lovely feeling of cock. She allowed a gasp to escape from her lips into it dick in her mouth and she shuddered also. As she started to move to the ravaging she was receiving, Michelle concentrated on the feeling welling up inside her as she fucked her pussy back toward the intruding phallus in her. She bucked back against the pleasure she was feeling while trying to bring her lover's cock to completion. Suddenly she could stand it no more and stole a quick glance over her shoulder to see who she had just lost her cherry to. Oh how she had waited for this night! She was brought back to reality when the blonde man thrust his stiffening cock onto her mouth and started bucking like a wild horse. Michelle savored the actions all around her and as if that wasn't enough, suddenly she felt lips curling around her stiff clitty. She had never experienced she total explosion of senses that was erupting through her. She was on the verge of orgasm when and she picked up the pace on his dick. She was truly going mad with lust and she was going to make sure that he was going receive a special servicing tonight. It was at that moment that her cock sucking expertise brought him to orgasm. He started grunting like a wild animal determined to get HIS pleasure at all costs. To the howls of approval from the gallery, the gallery that Michelle had totally forgotten about while wrapped in her own world of total sexual bliss. He bucked once...twice....and a final time, and with that he let loose of a creamy orgasm that almost choked Michelle. She had always been able to bring men to successful orgasms, but she'd never gotten a gusher like this. She swallowed and swallowed as he emptied his thanks into her waiting slurping, craving mouth. Her own cum was reaching she boiling point when she felt the thrusting in her pussy gain momentum. She squeezed her pussy muscles as tight as she could and she heard the familiar groan of a male about to explode, only this time it was her pussy that was milking the seed from that hot cock. She concentrated as hard as possible on the lovely love tool in her cunt and thrust back with as much lust as she could. The feeling started to grow as she felt the cock growing and getting hotter inside of her. She felt her passion grow as she knew she was about to feel the joy all females feel when they control a male's penis and know that they truly hold his pleasure between their legs. Her pride grew and she squeezed one long last time as she felt the cock explode its hot load into her tight, waiting pussy. As her intruder collapsed and fell off of her, she felt her face being slapped by another hard dick. With a single statement, "Keeping sucking little slut. I'm next and the party's just beginning" Michelle found another hard cock to suck to orgasm. No sooner than she'd gotten a good motion going, she felt another love stick in her pussy. Suddenly, she knew how sex starved sluts feel during a gangbang. She didn't care what happened next. All she knew was that she wanted to feel all of the raw animal sex that a sex toy could feel and she was surrounded by a group of the horniest men she'd ever been around. They were strangers when she walked in, but as the night progressed, she gave them all everything they wanted and they would know every inch of her being. Tears of joy welled up in her eyes as she tried to think of a way to stay here forever. She was a real woman now and there was no denying it. From this night on, any masculinity left in her was forgotten and erased. Her fate was sealed by cock after cock fucking her silly. Fucking her into a dimension of sexual bliss she had never imagined existed. A need had been implanted into her womb that would never go away and require her to seek and crave cock until she died.