Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2022 21:02:02 -0400 From: J Wright Subject: The Girl was a Boy and She Fucked me... Part 2 The girl was a boy and she fucked me! (A trans on top story) Part Two Duckdesert12345@gmail.com J. Wright This work is one of fiction, though it's kind of based on something that happened to me. Names have been changed to protect the innocent, and the guilty. Heh I reached over and opened the napkin once more. The number stared in my face. I had been doing that all week. I came to a conclusion, while reliving the club fuck against the wall, smelling her leather, feeling the large penis go in and out of my ass. She was beautiful. I had to call her. And she looked perfect in leather. I dialed the number, without practicing anything ahead of time. How stupid am I??? She answered on the third ring, before I could do anything. "Hello?" Came the reply, and the sound of the commanding voice, brought me back to my fearful knees again on the floor looking up mentally. So, naturally, I couldn't respond. "I don't recognize this number." She continued. I had frozen. I didn't know what to say. I was smelling the leather jacket now, in my head. "I hear breathing. Are you just afraid of talking? Is this the bitch from the club?" Now my breathing was getting more pronounced, since she knew who I was. "I am going to assume yes. I will text you my address. Anyone else shows up but that bitch, Friday night at 7 PM sharp, will get a 40,000 volts cattle prod stuck into them instantly." She hung up, and her address was texted to my phone. Now I knew where, and what time. Shit. Friday night, I checked myself in the mirror. I had those pants she/he liked on. And a black T shirt. And my own leather jacket. My hair came to my shoulders, in all on one length cut. I was 5' 5", and thinnish. Now I guess I understand her urge to control me. Sigh. I was at her door, knocking on it tentatively at exactly 7. (I was afraid of being late, so I had sat on a nearby stoop for 10 minutes.) The door opened, and there she/he was. She had on a leather skirt tonight, and a black satin blouse. Her knee boots were laced up tight. And was holding the previously mentioned cattle prod. I took one step backwards, looking at it. She smiled, seeing me, and opened the door wider. "I thought it was you. We have to work on your vocal skills. Come in." I walked in and she closed the door behind me. I heard her turning about 5 locks. I turned around kind of nervous hearing all of them click closed. She saw me watching. "Last chance to run before you're enslaved." The expression on my face must have tickled her, for she broke out laughing. "I'm just kidding, sweetness." She walked past me, and motioned me to follow her. We got in the living room, and she motioned me to the leather sofa. She poured some wine out, and after I took off my jacket, I accepted the glass offered to me. "Let's just talk first, before anything, shall we?" She said. I took a swallow of the wine. It was very good. "Just answer the questions. No need to be nervous. So, you live alone?" I nodded yes, and we both swallowed some wine. "Have any pets?" I shook my head no. We swallowed some more. Okay, these questions were not hard. "Did you enjoy what happened to you at the club?" I nodded yes, and we swallowed some more. "What are your plans for the rest of the weekend? Anything fun?" Okay, this time I had to answer. "Nothing. I just bought a new book, and was going to read it all weekend." I was blushing, but got through that sentence okay. I took a huge swallow and noticed my glass was almost empty. I better slow up a little. "What are your kinks? Go on. Just tell me." I took another swallow before I could answer. "I love leather, and vinyl and latex. And bondage." She cocked her head at me. "Oh? What kind of bondage?" I was blushing again, and finished my glass. She got up and poured me some more. "I like gags. And hoods. And being bound. I haven't tried much else." I blinked, and blushed, and nervously swallowed half of the new glass. "Well, we'll have to do something about that." I laughed a little towards her nervously, and swallowed the rest of the glass. "You drink fast." She mentioned to me. She sounded like she was in a tunnel saying that. I must have drank too fast, or too much. I was getting groggy. I blinked at her. She got up and took the glass from my hand, and gently pushed me down on the sofa. "I gave you a few drops of something in your glass before I poured the wine. Sleep for just a bit now." She said to me in this tunnel, that now sounded like it was under water. I closed my eyes. I came to my senses later, feeling a vibrating something in my ass. I tried to move my hands down to pull it out, but my arms were in a leather straitjacket. I opened my eyes. The room was dark now, except for some candles lit. I tried to say something to her, to get her to come, but there was a leather gag in my mouth, and I realized I had a leather hood over my head. I just could see through the eye slits. She came walking into the room, and she had put on elbow length leather opera gloves, and had a half leather hood on herself, which left the mouth and chin exposed. "Ah, good. You're up. I have a vibrating buttplug in you, getting your ass warmed up for me." She lifted her leather skirt up, and had no panties on underneath. Her cock was engorged, and I realized that was what had fucked me in the club. A very hard, semi wide, 10 inch beauty. She smiled at my wide eyes, and lubed it up in front of me. She slid me down the sofa, and put my legs on her shoulders. She slid out the buttplug, and threw it on the floor next to us. "Here comes daddy," she said, and plunged her cock into my ass. I screamed out into my gag, but I just made a muffled noise through my hood. "Ah... music to my ears." She gripped my shoulders, and began to fuck my ass as hard and wild as she did in the club. I was past moaning. All I could do was make grunting noises through my nose as she slammed into me over and over again. Her fingers dug into my leathered shoulders as she climaxed into my ass very pleasurably. She pulled her cock out and shoved the buttplug back in, locking it in place. Keeping my hood on, she pulled out the plug gag, and looked down into my eyes. "Make mommy proud. Suck off all of your ass juices from my cock now." And she shoved her cock in. I immediately began sucking it off for two reasons. 1.) I wanted to please her/him. And 2.) I wanted it out, so I could breathe!! She finally pulled it out, and slid my gag plug back into the hood, and locked it in place also. She looked down on me. "Did you enjoy that? Be honest." I nodded my head yes. "Very good. You want to be my bitch? Be honest." I nodded my head yes. "Excellent." She bound my knees together with some leather straps he had lying on the floor. Then she bound my ankles together with more straps. The she buckled my ankles to the bottom of the couch. And buckled the top of my hood to the top. I was officially trapped on the sofa for now. "Well, since you verified you live alone, no pets, and nobody will be looking for you till maybe Monday, we have all weekend to train you, and see if you will work out." I started to move about, but I couldn't move much what with a straitjacket on and everything bound up so nice. But I was complaining into the gag plug, although it was just muffled sounds to her. "Oh stop, you don't have to thank me. Shhh now. I accept your thanks. Go to sleep. I have my alarm set. I will wake up every 2 hours and do the same exact thing I just did to you all night. Think of all that fun and training!!" I moved about again, making muffled noises. "Stop thanking me. You're turning my head. See you in 2 hours." She blew out the candles and went upstairs. At least the hallway had a small nightlight in it. Well, that was fun. All I smell now is leather anyways. She is super hot. And this couch is very comfortable. Guess being her slave had its perks. Blushes. End of part two.