Date: Mon, 4 Feb 2002 19:59:22 EST
From: Merkino1@aol.com
Subject: Black Mamba # 7 TG/ Shemale

Day Three.

  I know it was a dream now. But at the time, the feelings I was experiencing
were so sensuous it felt like it was actually happening. I was astride my
ebony princess. My legs were spread to the maximum over her ample thighs and
her fat black snake was pressed against my quivering anus. Bearing steadily
downward, I started flexing my rosebud, sucking her hot meat ever deeper into
my hungry ass. I moaned hotly as I slid up and down her turgid cock and
sucked on her sweaty tits. She was milking my clit with her taloned fingers
when I felt the rush of cum spewing forth.
  THWACK... "You worthless cunt. I told you not to come without my
permission," Jennifer hissed. THWACK...THWACK...THWACK. Jenn stood above me
with a malevolent look and beat me unmercifully with a minature cat-o-nine
tails. My stomach and thighs were soon covered in large red welts and I was
sobbing uncontrollably. Thankfully I had been able to tuck my cock when the
tirade had begun, sparring the agony of a lash to my glans. This was not a
good way to wake up.
 Before I could recover, Mistress swooped down and clipped a leash to my
collar and began to drag me toward the door. I scrambled to my feet to
prevent being choked and tottered after her on my ungainly high heels.
  Things were happening much to quickly for me to totally comprehend what was
taking place. The next I realized, to my complete horror, was that I was out
the back door and standing on the patio...... naked. Jennifer looped the
leash around an upright for the lattice cover and commanded ....."Sit"!
  I did so immediately and watched as Mistress disappeared around
the corner of the house. I sat there burning with shame at my nakedness,
knowing full well that my neighbor could probably see me through an upper
window of her house.
  What must she be thinking? Her neighbor "John" stark naked except for
platform heels, a gold chain and a slave collar with a leash. Not to mention
the femme hairdo and the makeup. On top of all that he's grown a set of tits.
Wait tell I tell his sister about this.
  I was mortified at the thought, but was afraid to look, for fear that she
was actually spying on me. Embarrassed as I was, despite my situation and the
wet dream that I had, my stupid cock began to harden again. I was turned on
by the humiliation that I was being subjected to and prayed that it would
never end.
  With that thought in mind, Mistress came back around the corner dragging
the hose and walked up behind me.
 "On your hands and knees bitch" she said in a no nonsense voice. "Expel the
plug buried in your pussie. Don't use your hands."
  On my knees, with my forehead pressed against the grass, I pushed and
grunted trying to eject the invader buried in my hole. It had been inside me
so long that I had become almost accustomed to it and had to push hard to
force the girth past my sphincter. With a wet pop, it was propelled on to the
lawn and I felt immediate relief. The relief was short lived because Mistress
had trained the hose nozzle at my gaping anus and let loose with a high
pressure stream of cold water. I could feel my cock shrivel and balls draw up
closer to my body as the shockingly cold water was played over my body.
  Throwing a bar of soap down in front of me Jenn commanded, "Wash yourself
and your toy... bitch. I'll be back in a few minutes and I want you clean."
  Dutifully I lathered my body with the perfumed soap and rinsed off with
cold hose water. As I stood shivering from the impromptu bath, Mistress
approached me carrying one of my newer shirts. At last I thought, something
to wear, even if it was just a shirt.
  "Dry your worthless self with this rag" she said, thrusting the shirt into
my hands. "When your done throw it in the trash with the rest of your rags."
  Drying my face, I caught the distinctive aroma of urine and remembered that
Jenn had pissed all over my clothes as well as me the previous evening. Then
it dawned on me what Mistress had said. She must have thrown all of my male
clothing into the trash. I would be a prisoner in my own home. I wouldn't
even be able to answer the door. My cock gave away my true feelings as it
became tumescent and  visibly oozed precum. I imagined how nice it would be
to do the housework dressed as a woman. Probably as a slave woman, if
Mistress decides that's how she wanted me. Slave collar, corset/seamed nylons
and platform heels would be my ensemble. And of course my gold waist chain.
Oh! My cock was getting sooo hard just thinking about it. My mind drifted
back to my dream and I wondered when Mistress was going to bury her fat black
snake into my hole. I already missed my butt toy and hoped that she would
take me soon. I was brought back to reality by my Mistress.
  "Get over here on your knees and service me," she said loudly.  A little to
loudly, I thought and hoped the neighbor hadn't heard. I stepped between her
legs, dropped submissively to my knees and sought out her beautiful uncut
cock with my hungry lips. When my moistened lips brushed across her foreskin
they parted and my tongue slithered out and frenched into her sheath. The
taste was exquisite. Precum, urine. sweat, probably some dried cum and a wild
musky taste. With my lips sealed against her foreskin I sucked greedily until
the fat head of her cock slipped past the perfect O I had formed with my
mouth. I was hungrily frenching her piss slit with my tongue and trying
desperately to urge her on with my hand tugging her by the waist. Jennifer
slipped her fingers into the rings on my collar, holding my head immobile so
she could control the action. She fucked my face slowly, shoving her meat
deep into my throat about every forth stroke. Flexing my throat muscles when
she was buried deep within in me, I was rewarded with a coating of precum on
my tongue when she withdrew...........

To be continued ?