Date: Sat, 15 Sep 2001 16:07:05 EDT
From: Merkino1@aol.com
Subject: Black Mamba #4TG/ Shemale

  As I entered the bedroom, Jennifer indicated that I should stand and
approach her. I rose to my feet and stood before her feeling intimidated by
her size and demeanor. Jen reached out and yanked my precum soaked panties
down to mid thigh, roughly forced my now withered member between my legs
toward my ass, then pushed my aching balls up into my body cavity. She then
drew up my panties tightly so that my cock was effectively trapped.
 "When you are in my presence, your worthless clit is to remain tucked away
as it is now, unless I order you to do otherwise. Do I make myself perfectly
clear?"
  I nodded my head in the affirmative.
 "Answer me bitch. I didn't hear you."
 "Yes Jennifer" I replied submissively.
 " Yes, what" she hissed.
 Not knowing what was expected, I took a wild guess and said "Yes Mistress?"
 "That's right and don't you ever forget it," she answered. "You are MY
property now and any infractions of MY rules or disobedience will be dealt
with harshly. Spinning me around and pointing at a full length mirror, J
added, "Look at yourself, you sissy bitch. Wearing panties and no sign of a
cock, you must have a pussy hidden there. Lay down on the bed, I want to
watch you rub your cunt, and don't you dare cum until I give permission."
Added to this was a stinging slap to my ass that emphasized her considerable
strength and hastened my compliance. It also caused my dick to stiffen.
 Lying on my back in the center of the queen (how appropriate) size bed,
Mistress soon joined me. Guiding my hand under my panties to my pubis, she
instructed me to rub my "cunt" and started to suck one of my erect nipples
while pinching the other.  As I rubbed my mons and alternately squeezed and
released my hardening pole, I moaned with desire and frustration. My inner
thighs were becoming slick with precum and my trapped womanhood (womanhood?)
was on the edge of spewing love juice all over my ass.  My body was in
turmoil. One of my breasts (breasts?) was being sucked and kissed tenderly
while the other was being pinched cruelly.
  Moving her lips from my engorged nipple to my ear, Mistress kissed wetly
and whispered obscenities to me. Among other things, she told me what a good
cocksucker I was and how happy she was that I was going to be her fuck toy.
She said she wanted to dress me up and introduce me to her friends as her
bitch and perhaps let them have their way with me. This talk enflamed me and
I begged for her permission to cum.
  Finally with a nod and a knowing smile I was given the OK to empty my
aching balls. I rubbed my puss frantically, squeezed my thighs tighter and
bucked my hips in an effort to add more friction to my throbbing clit. Within
seconds I was rewarded with the most intense orgasm off my life. I could feel
the hot ropey cum jetting between my ass cheeks as my clit jerked
spasmodically. I guess the combination of to much booze, the forced celibacy
and then topped with an earth shattering climax was an overload to my system
and I passed out.
  I don't know how long I was out but when I revived some time later I was
alone in bed and suffering from a mild hangover. My panties were down around
my ankles and my groin was crusted with dried cum. Arranging my privates as
Jennifer had instructed, I pulled up the soiled garment and went in search of
my Mistress.  I discovered her in the den wearing a shear black peignoir and
high heel mules, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.  The drapes were
open and bright sunlight streamed into the room. The cool waters of a
swimming pool beckoned in the background.
  "It's about time you got up, you lazy slut," she growled. I've got better
things to do today than sit around waiting for you. Get cleaned up and get
the fuck out of here. I just took a bath and the water may still be warm." I
agreed meekly and crawled off to the bathroom.
  The dirty water was luke warm and smelled flowery. As I lay soaking in the
tub contemplating my situation and the events that transpired the previous
night, I burned with humiliation. Scrubbing away the dried cum, my cock began
to harden and I lusted for more of my Mistresses abuse. I realized that I was
putty in her hands and didn't know what I craved more, the sex or the
humiliating domination. I came (there's that word again) to the conclusion
that it was both, but in the reverse order. I was jolted out of my reverie by
Jen telling me to speed it up and to wash out her undies and hang them on the
towel bar to dry. Her undies? Was she taking them away from me? Granted they
were hers but I had come to enjoy the feel of the mesh against my glans.
Well, I'd just have to get my own. With that final thought I quickly finished
my ablutions, dried off and padded naked back to the den.
  I found it quite difficult to remain tucked without the panties while
walking. However by taking short mincing steps I was able to present myself
to Mistress in the required manner. I was definitely going to buy my own
panties if I was to continue as her bitch. Jen examined me with a critical
eye, smiled and nodded her head approvingly.
 "Here put this on" she said, handing me a gold filigree waist chain with the
name "VANESSA" suspended from it.
  Wrapping the chain around my waist and fastening the clasp, I inquired
softly, Why Vanessa, Mistress."
  Mistress replied "That's the name of my previous bitch. I caught her
sucking some dudes cock without my permission, gave her to a friend of mine
and kept the chain. The friend owns a dog kennel so the cocks she sucks now
have fur around them. He does put socks on the dogs paws before he lets them
fuck her. She
costarred in a movie titled Rover Gets Laid. She truly is a bitch now in
every sense of the word. Anyway, you need a femme name and I like that one.
Now I'm going to epoxy the clasp so you don't accidentally lose it." So
saying Mistress did just that thus preventing me from removing it.
  "Now get dressed."
  I quickly pulled on my jeans and buttonless shirt. I was hunting for my
socks when Mistress informed me that she had thrown them out and handed me a
pair of knee high nylons.
  "Wear these" she demanded. "You're not to wear socks again.... Ever! Oh,
and you can't wear that shirt without buttons, here's a pretty blouse and a
sports bra to put on under it. Ladies should not go braless in public. I
expect you to purchase several of your own in the very near future."
  Of course the bra was black and the blouse was white and almost shear. It
had short puffy sleeves and a scoop neck line with little pink roses
embroidered around it. The whole effect was for maximum embarrassment and it
achieved the goal.
  Not only was I blushing again but my cock was becoming uncomfortably hard.
At least last night I had the lame excuse of to much alcohol. Not so this
morning. I was doing this because I wanted to. Indeed I was compelled to.
  Handing me a piece of paper and a pen, Mistress ordered me to jot down my
phone number and if I had net access, my web address. I complied readily.
  Jennifer then stuffed a mid size purse under my arm explaining that it
contained my car keys, wallet and a few other things I might need.
  "When you get back to your car go inside the bar and wait for a phone call
from me," she further ordered as I was guided to the door. At the door J
placed her hands on my shoulders, leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the
lips. Pressing downward she murmured, "How about one more suck before you
leave, lover."  I dropped immediately to my knees and when she parted her
gown, took her fat black sausage into my mouth and started giving her a blow
job to remember. Just as she started to tremble, indicating to me that she
was about to cum, Mistress withdrew from my mouth and shot her seed all over
my face. Spurt after spurt of hot ropey cum coated my hair, eyes, cheeks and
chin. I tried in vain to capture some in my eager mouth but was unsuccessful.
My vision was blurred in one eye because of the slime and some was rolling
off my chin onto my pretty blouse. Raising my hand to remove the sticky goo,
Mistress halted me and said, "It's a nice warm day, leave it on and let it
dry so you"ll have something to remember me by.
  Helping me to my feet, Mistress opened the door and ushered me out,
informing me that she'd be in touch. Standing on her door step, I heard the
door close and lock behind me.  With trepidation I began my Journey
home.........

Vanessa