Date: Mon, 9 Aug 2010 09:05:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Rose Good Subject: rubber band man part 9 Going home that day, I walked funny, needless to say. Finally, I'd become the girl he wanted, the girl I wanted to be, yes! My pussy was sore, but, in a good way, and the plug was still in me, making sure my master's cum never left my body. I needed to have him in me, to have that juice be a part of my DNA, a part of my mind and body. I couldn't wait till my next visit, in about a week, now, as I start school, tomorrow. School was ok, seeing my friends was good, but, I had a big problem, that I hadn't thought of: the bikini had left `tan lines' on both my top and bottom. Now, the bottom I could explain away, but, how was I going to go to gym class, take off my shirt and show my girl's bikini tan line on top? Well, ok, I'll be ill for a bit, till it fades, I guess. I can' take my shirt off, and don't want anyone to see my budding breasts, those cute mounds on my chest, topped off by those very sensitive nipples. Even a regular top would give me those electric sparks, so I had to be careful. Ok, the day had come to go see Mr Smythe, and I was more than anxious. It's sat, a week into school, and I hadn't seen him in a while. My pussy is hungry, my mouth is hungry and thirsty for this man, for my master. I knock on the door, like always, but, nothing. He keeps a spare key, around back, so, I got it, opened the back door, and let myself in. Everything seemed to be ok, but, he wasn't there. Hmmmm, I'll go upstairs, to see if he's still sleeping. Oh, MY GOD, he's in the bed, and his body is blue, and I'm noticing a nasty smell coming from the bedroom. He's dead, I thought, that's the only explanation. I went into the room, very scared, very timid, to be sure my suspicions were correct. I couldn't touch him, didn't need to, I could see, he was gone. My man was dead, now what? I ran downstairs, flopping down on the couch, and balled, sobbing out my tears of sheer pain and loss. After a bit, I remember him telling me about a package he told me about, if anything would ever happen to him. Yes, recalling his words, I went to the desk, bottom drawer, in the back was a box, with my name on it. In hindsight, I guess the drug made me remember the box, and where it was kept. He had only mentioned it once. I opened it, with shaking hands, not knowing what to expect. There were 9 DVDs all date labled, each time I had visited him, and a few sheets of hand written paper. I popped one in the player, and saw on the screen me giving him the first of many blowjobs. Then another one, up in the bathroom, the third on the couch, again, and so forth. He had made videos of every time I had been here! I was amazed at the quality and quantity all in one. How could he have done this? Why did he make vids of us? That's not right, what if someone else found them. Well, anyway, I then began to read the letter, stumbling on a few words, but, I got the drift, as he completely explained the experiment, the drugs I was on, including the hormones, the way the drug works, and how to handle the future. He also explained that the vids were for my eyes only. He would never have shown them to anyone else, just us. I had to read the letter 5 times, to allow it to sink in. He gave me a drug, to make me his sex slave, to do his bidding, suck his cock drink his piss, fuck him, wear girls clothes, wow, what is this? After a while, it all sunk in, though, and I began to understand, and more importantly, accept what has happened to me, the changes, the feminine clothing, the wonderful sex, so, I'll take the box, leave, and never come back. Oh, I need to get the girlie clothing from upstairs, too, so, no one else will find it. Damn, I have to go back in that bedroom. Ok, I'll do it, as I find the things I'm looking for, including the sex toys, clothing and lube. He also wanted me to take the drugs with me, explaining the dosage for both. It would be my choice if I decided to continue taking them. I put them all in a bag, and headed back to my house, still grieving, but, relieved at the same time. Thinking back, I now see where I even obeyed his `written' word. After all, I was still under the influence of that drug, and his written word was just as powerful, as if he'd been sitting right next to me. Things began to make sense, now, yes, it's all coming together. His words were like orders for me. His suggestions were commands. Any time he wanted me to do something new, he'd just talk about it, simple. I'd balk a bit, maybe, maybe not, but go with it, liking it. To use his example, the girlie clothing: I wasn't sure about it at first, but, liked it, and even looked forward to wearing those things. He's right, I'd prob have worn them at some point in the future, anyway, his drug just accelerated the process. Me drinking his piss?, well, not sure when that would have happened, without the drug, but, with my submissiveness, I'm sure it would have, sooner or later. Certainly sucking his cock was natural for me, being a cocksucker prior to us meeting. Getting fucked? Sure, again, somewhat of a natural progression for a gay cocksucker, he's gonna get fucked, period. Or, he's gonna fuck....well, I think I know I'm the fuckee, hehe, and love it. So, bottom line is that he's not done anything that I didn't want, or accept anyway, and would have happened at some point and time in the future. I'm going to miss him, dearly, and hopefully will be able to deal with the withdrawal process, should I decide to quit the drugs, either or both. I do like the way my skin feels, and my little breasts, so, I may continue with the hormones, but, am still unsure about the `control' drug. About a month later, still taking the hormones, I called Mr. Smythe's contact at the pharmaceutical company, Horace. He was very cordial, saying, "Oh, my, I wondered what had happened to u. Are u ok? John had told me all about his experiment with u, noting all of the subtle suggestions and ur responses, so, I'm quite familiar with ur situation." A little shocked at that, I said, "Well, honestly, not sure why I'm calling, just wanted to contact u to see what I need to do, going forward. I'm still taking the hormones, but, not the test drug. There is a lot left, many doses, but, not sure how to use it myself." Horace laughed some, saying, "U really don't want to administer it to urself, as the effect will be totally different. U'll only respond to ur own suggestions, no one elses. So, if u want to continue, u need to find someone to give it to u, therefore creating the ability to suggest tasks for u to do. Please don't take it urself, it'll be wasting it. Do u need more of the hormones? I can get them for u, and correct ur dose, so, the changes will be very slow. I'd suggest u alter ur hormone dosage, until u get out of high school, as those changes may cause some unwanted embarrassment. Would u like to meet and discuss this further?" I said, "sure, let's do that. When is good for u?" How about tonight, at the park, here in town? At the east entrance?" Thinking, I said, "Yes, that would be good." I didn't know what to expect, but, felt I needed to get more information about the drugs I have, and had been taking. We did meet, talked for an hour about how to change the hormones, and specifically, how to handle the test drug. He was very nice, never tried anything with me, but, deep down, I hoped he would. I even asked him if he'd like a blowjob, showing the need in my eyes. He said, "no, but, thank u very much for the offer." Oh, well, there will be more men in the future, I'm sure. I'm snapped back to the Walmart bathroom, a softening cock still in my mouth, along with that yummy piss taste, as I'm greedily suckling it, never wanting it to leave. I knew better, but, that's how my mind works, now, with cock. I want it, need it, love it, crave it like a drug (no pun intended) and will do anything to get it. "Well, that was very nice, girl, u did a fine job. Want more?" His eyes piercing me, demanding an answer. Of course, I said, "Yes, sir." We left, me following him to his apartment. I'm so easy, so needy, going with this complete stranger, to his place, to have him use my body for his pleasure. Well, it is a win/win, though, as I'll get a lot of pleasure, too, knowing he's getting pleasure. We get to his place, a nice well organized loft apartment, with a king size bed. I noticed it, as soon as I walked in, knowing I'll probably be spending a lot of time on it, hehe. He sits, down, patting the spot next to him, saying, "So, girl, how old r u, about 20? What kind of experience have u had with men? U suck cock and drink piss with the best of them, for sure. And I love ur little nipples showing thru that stretchy top. Are ur titties bigger than normal, they look good in that top. Tell me about ur sexual history, tell me what u like, and what u like to do, to please ur man. U do like to please ur man, don't u? U will please me, won't u?" I was shocked at his frankness, but, also, understood his requests. "I'm 20, yes, have been sexually active for about two yrs, and love it. I'm taking hormones, in a very small dose, to enhance my little breasts and nipples, and to make my skin smoother. I love the sensual feeling. Sexually, I love to make my man happy, to please him." "Oh, hormones? That's nice, girl, very nice. Who took ur cherry, girl, who fucked u for the first time? A boyfriend, or relative, or what? Tell me about it." Oh, boy, now what. Do I tell him about Mr. Smythe, and the drug, or just lie and make something up. I told him all about that summer, even told him about the vids he had made. I was turning every shade of red, by the time I was finished. He looked at me, almost puzzled, saying, "Well, well, u'll have to bring those vids over, so, I can see them. Where is this test drug? Do u have it still? I need to administer that drug, so, u'll be my slut, my bitch, my cock sucker, my pussy, my cunt, my bottom girlie, to use as I see fit. Wouldn't u like that, girl? And u r quite the little girlie slut, aren't u? So, u like to please ur man, huh? Well, get down between my legs, and suck on my cock. I'm sure ur mouth and my cock are going to be great friends, from now on. I know I'll enjoy u sucking me, and from everything u've said, so will u," he said, snickering. Here we go again. I'm falling to my knees, unbuttoning his pants, in order to get his cock in my mouth. I can't wait. "Girl, I want u to look at me when u suck my cock, I want u to know who's boss, here, I want u to look up, see the pleasure ur pussy mouth is giving me, see the lust in my eyes, for ur mouth, and throat. U must know I'm gonna own u, soon, u have to be aware of how easy u r, how easy it is for me to control a cock sucking slut, who loves what she does. Look at me bitch, watch me, enjoy that cunt mouth of urs, making love to my cock. See the pleasure, see me using ur mouth for my pleasure, get it in ur throat, girl, get it all the way in, don't be bashful, swallow that fuck stick, suck down that cock who will fulfill ur every need. U know my cock will satisfy ur carnal lust, so watch me, get it, get it deep, girl, get my cock deep in ur gullet, deep in ur cunt throat. I'm getting close to gving u my cum, girlie, giving u what u need to survive, satisfying ur addictive need for cock and cum, my cock, and my cum. Getting close, now, keep looking at me, keep ur eyes on me, keep ur mouth sliding up and down on my cock, keep those pussy lips tight, keep going girl, here we go," he grunts, and lets loose a torrent of his cum, filling my mouth to overflow, some sliding out the sides, but, I'm still watching him. I love this, love the sensation of making a man cum in my mouth, using my pussy mouth, my cunt mouth to give him satisfaction, to give him pleasure. He's coming down, from his orgasm, still oozing his juice, though, as I'm able to suckle him, ah, yes, my favorite, as U all know. He doesn't get sensitive, like some men, and I'm able to suckle for as long as he'll let me. I love that, feeling that weapon, slowly soften, slowly recede, but, never leaving my mouth. Finally, I look up, saying, "Thank u sir, thank u for cumming in my mouth." Oh, boy, here we go again, I'm so easy, and he's right, I'm gonna be his! And there's no drug involved, just my hormones. I love it, though, love pleasing the man I'm with, letting him use my mouth or pussy for his pleasure., as I get soooo much pleasure also. I'm glad I'm who I am, right now! To be continued? Contact girlieross69@yahoo.comwith any comments and constructive criticism.