Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2011 08:47:52 +0000
From: yoric <yoric27@hotmail.com>
Subject: transitions Part 2 of 10

This is a story written over a period of time (when I had time that is)
consisting of 10 parts. I regard it as highly erotic and covers one persons
journey through 5 years of their life. If you are not into transgenderism
then I suggest that this story is not for you. It is not all about sex, sex
and more sex (granted there is a LOT of sex) but you may need tissues for
other reasons too. A large part of this story concerns the feelings, the
highs as well as the lows of the subject.

If you are offended by acts of a sexual nature, then you may find you are
on the wrong site entirely. If you are too young to be reading this in your
country/region, I will tell your mommy.

If you want to comment please feel free to email me at the address listed
above, if you want to flame please feel free to drop a very large rock onto
your head.

Al persons named and featured in this story are fictional and bear no
resemblance to anyone living, dead or not yet born.

Part 2 – The Proposition


I could barely wait until the allotted time but thought better of arriving
early. I even had the cab driver go around the block a couple of times
before I rang the doorbell at 8 o'clock precisely. She greeted me at the
door wearing a long black leather coat, sadly done up way past her bosoms,
and boots that disappeared above the hem of her coat. The 3 inch heels only
managed to make me seem that much smaller and more insignificant than
previously.

She gave the driver an address that I completely failed to recognise in a
part of the city I had never been to before to a club I had never heard
of. You guessed it; I was more a fish out of water than a whale exhibit at
a museum.

When we arrived, I noticed the club had a very small door with a very large
doorman of the sort that you tip in £50's in the vain hope he does not take
offence to your face. On seeing Marie with me tailing behind her however
his face split into a massive welcoming grin. He nodded over Marie's
shoulder at me and said "initiate?"

"Possibly" was her slightly cryptic answer and we were allowed in.

What I saw next almost took my breath away. I am not completely naive in
the ways of the world and I knew about domination and submission and vague
ideas of whips and chains, which I had never really subscribed to, but this
was a whole lot more. On a table not 5 feet to my right a group of 3 women,
all dressed in various colours of leather, were calmly sipping drinks and
laughing. That in itself wasn't the surprising bit, it was the fact the
table was made of a male on all fours and a tray on his back holding the
drinks. His attire made a string vest look positively overdressed and
showy. All it consisted of was a strip of leather, wound around his waist,
crossed at his back, over his shoulders, down to his crotch (completely
unnecessarily as it covered nothing), and back up to the small of his back
and hence round his waist.

My gaze swept the room and found other occasions where similar demeaning
tasks were in play, and all the subs were male. Some were chained to their
mistresses, others had collars, one even was lead around by a chain
threaded through a "prince Albert" piercing.

Whilst all this was certainly breathtaking, I almost died of oxygen
starvation when I next saw Marie. She had removed her coat revealing what
she was wearing, or more precisely, what she was NOT wearing. She was
standing quite proudly in her black leather thigh high lace up boots (laces
at the back of course) sheer and almost see through stockings, a silk body
suit and topped with a red satin and leather corset normally seen in films
of a raunchy French variety. She waited for my eyes to return back to her
face and motioned me to follow her to a booth. I wasn't sure if I should
walk or belly flop like a seal, I chose walk in order to not make a scene.

The other thing I noticed was that although the music volume wasn't
particularly quiet, the chatter certainly had died down and an air of
anticipation seemed to have descended across the room. I joined her in the
booth and apparently shocked the rest of the club by joining her on the
bench that ran around the perimeter.

No sooner than we sat down one of the waiters (you could tell he was a
waiter because he was wearing a white bow tie, jockstrap and boots)
appeared at our table with a drink. "My mistress commands me to satisfy
your every whim mistress Marie for as long as you see fit"

"Thank mistress Kate for her kind offer but your services tonight will be
merely serving drinks. If you could however ask your mistress whether she
could spare me a few minutes of her precious time to explain why she did
not serve this herself I would be most appreciative."

"I will do as you command mistress" he said, bowing low as he left. Upon
turning his back to us, I noticed he appeared to be wearing a tail, but
compared to the rest of the clubs inhabitants, this was positively normal.

Turning to me, she fixed me with a stern eye. "As you have probably
gathered, I am not your ordinary run of the mill person. Ordinary people do
not frequent the Dungeon, ordinary people certainly do not get the offer of
personal service from the Madame of the Dungeon's personal slave and
ordinary people do not summon a Madame in her own domain. Speaking of
Madame's - here she comes now.

Striding towards us was a 6 foot tall blonde, with impossible length hair
and even more impossibly long legs. For the club she was conservatively
dressed in black basque, matching panties, fishnet tights and knee high
patent leather boots. I couldn't help noticing however that she was not a
she at all. There appeared to be not a scrap of body hair but her face was
a tad too angular her Adams apple was a little too prominent and there was
a significant bulge in those tight pants of hers.

"Mistress Marie, I beg your forgiveness for my poor manners, it was
inexcusable of me. Please let me know how I can be of service to you"
purred the 'Madame'

"Your tardiness is noted as is your ineffectual grovelling, need I remind
you of the last occasion you disappointed me?" the flash of memory that
sped across the prostrated face showed that it was obviously
unnecessary. Without saying another word mistress Kate looked round to her
slave and nodded and immediately back to Marie. "My slave is fetching the
tools of your discipline mistress Marie, I shall gladly undergo any
punishment you deem necessary"

"On this occasion that will not be necessary, but I may have need of your
services later in the evening. I shall expect you to be waiting for my
instruction. Failure to do so will not be tolerated. Now leave us as we
have matters to discuss."

Waiting for Mistress Kate to have left Marie once again turned to me.

"As you may have gathered, Kate and I have a history. She was like you
once, young, mild, never truly knowing what she wanted, masturbating
herself half to death striving for that certain something that was so close
she could almost taste it but never quite managing to find her way. Then
she met me and I showed her the path that would make her happy. Each and
every person has their own path, all I do is light the way and allow them
to walk down it themselves. I knew very early on that she had
cross-dressing tendencies, I knew she might make a good domme some day, and
I was right. Just look at the fine hunk of a slave she has caught for
herself, totally devoted to her and will do her bidding whatever she
asks. He would quite gladly throw himself into the Thames if she told him
to and sacrifice his life for her whim - what's more she knows that and in
return will never ask him to do it. There is a special kind of love that
develops between domme and slave. Even now I know that Kate would do
whatever I told her to do and I would do anything in my power to help
her. She was my first and I love her for it."

I wasn't sure where this was going, so I just sat there, looking dumb and
wondering when she was going to tell me what all this had to do with me.

"Where I saw a good domme in Kate, I see a great domme in you. I want to
light that path for you, show you where it can lead, teach you to be the
best domme in London. I can do all this for you or you can walk through
that door and never look back. It's a decision only you can make and only
you can take, I can't do it for you and I will not do it for you."

I sat there shocked; I had never even thought of the D/S scene before now
let alone seen myself as an active part of it. I must admit that some of
the sights all around me were having an effect in the trouser
department. All sorts of things started going round my head without ever
questioning whether Marie was right about this. How would I handle work,
would people notice, what about my family, previous girlfriends ... The
list was endless.

"In order to make you into the best domme around however, you need to be
able to appreciate what the sub goes through, and for that you must become
one. Nobody can truly appreciate it until they have experienced it
firsthand. I don't expect you to answer straight away, it's a big decision
that can transform your life, what I can do is show you a glimpse into your
future ..."

Saying that she stood up and walked to Mistress Kate who was the picture of
attentiveness itself. She talked for a few minutes in her ear. They
appeared to be scanning the remainder of the club looking for people who
may interest them. She returned eventually and told me that in order to
make an informed decision; I should witness what I would become should I
decide to go through with her plan. Everything was apparently being put in
place and we should go through to the back where everything would be
revealed. Had I known then what I know now, I would not have hesitated for
a second. As it was, I did.

"You can still walk out whenever you feel like it - the door is over there"

My dick however chose for me. Almost without knowing, I was sporting an
impressive hard on, and as far as I could figure out, I had been sporting
it for over half an hour already. Testosterone supplied the answer which my
mouth could not.

"In that case, follow me"

She led me through a door at the back, along a short passageway and up 4
flights of stairs when we entered something that looked like a theatre
box. We sat and saw that this was only 1 of many arranged in a circle, we
could see the boxes but not inside. The focus of the action was quite
obviously the raised dais in the centre of the large room. This was
currently occupied by 2 of the clubs visitors. The female half, resplendent
in her bright pink skin tight latex body suit, matching gloves and boots,
was whipping the male half of the pair who was strapped face down over a
table with a riding crop. He was quite obviously male and quite obviously
turned on by the torture he was undergoing as his cock and balls were fully
exposed, as was his tight puckered ass, seen between his rosy and ladder
marked butt cheeks.

She moved round to his head "are you going to do it properly now, do I have
to bring you back in front of all these people to show them how worthless
you are and incapable of bringing me to the orgasm you owe me???" finishing
this tirade she reached under her crotch and opened a zip, baring her pussy
to his mouth. Straining at his bonds he raised his head in order to please
his mistress, tongue poking as far out of his mouth as his body would
allow. Riding crop still in hand she rammed her pussy onto his tongue, held
the back of his head with her other hand and proceeded to fuck his face
with her pussy. Sure enough she was soon moaning and grinding her pussy
onto his mouth, eyes closed and obviously having the time of her life. For
no reason whatsoever she then proceeded to spank the helpless man again,
over his back concentrating on his tender ass. From that angle she could
manage to get the crop to penetrate between his cheeks and impact directly
on his hole and amazingly he loved it. His cock began to twitch as her
moans got louder, both of them lost in their own pleasure and the spanking
and licking merely an autonomic response to their impending orgasm.

Finally after much squealing and bucking, she came on his face. At almost
the same time his cock began spurting wad after wad of thick creamy cum all
over the floor without it being touched even once.

The male was unbuckled from the table by one of the stage hands and was
ordered to help his mistress from the stage. From various boxes came sounds
of shuffling, some doors opened and closed, in others glasses
tinkled. There was definitely an audience for the last show but an air of
expectation was pervading the theatre, whispered voices and people being
told to hush.

The stage hands had finished cleaning the man's cum from the floor and had
removed the table. In its place was brought what looked to be a school
vaulting horse that had had a terminal case bulimia. There were no sides
left, just the padded top and legs. Onto those legs were attached various
loops, chains and leather restraints, some were on ratchets and some were
on complicated swing arms that I could not figure out a use for. I settled
myself back into the luxurious leather on the seat I was on and glanced at
Marie. She sat impassively watching the activities, listening to the half
heard comments and occasionally nodding to herself. It appeared that my
presence was totally inconsequential, but I didn't feel like leaving just
yet, maybe after the next show I'd take Marie up on her alternative offer
and walk out.

The next set of contestants for London's kinkiest couple were mistress Kate
and her 'partner' he was brought in by herself, a leash on the dog collar
around his neck. His torso had been oiled and his jockstrap had changed to
a gold coloured pair of jockey shorts, even briefer than his previous
attire.  She was dressed as previously in her basque and stockings.

I found myself becoming more and more aroused by this charged atmosphere,
the smell of sex coming from the auditorium was almost tangible. The
background noise I could hear sounded more like people in the throes of
passion all the time, maybe it was just my ears adapting to the noise
levels but I swear I could hear tongues lapping, the muffled sound of a
woman's orgasm, the stifled cry of a man's pain.

Mistress Kate had tied her slave to the horse; face up with his legs firmly
attached to one pair of the cantilevers through two of the copious straps
at her disposal and his arms above his head, crossed at the wrists and was
currently surveying what looked strangely like a pill trolley from a
hospital. "This should be good" said Marie, "Kate always was good in the
face of an audience". I noticed that Marie's face and neck had become
flushed, her breathing was deeper and by the way she fidgeted in her seat
made me think that her crotch was probably quite lubricated. This only
intensified my own arousal and my cock was becoming quite uncomfortable in
my trousers.

>From the box mistress Kate withdrew a chain with what appeared to be three
complicated bulldog clips, I enquired what they were. "Nipple clamps,
although I see she has added a third now ... Nice" purred Marie. She
attached a clamp to each nipple and dropped the remainder of the chain. The
slave (I never did learn his name, if he had one) just lay
impassively. This was obviously his station in life and if it was not for
the steady rise and fall of his chest, you could almost think he was a
manikin lying there prostrate for all to see.

Kate started out with a pinwheel, starting at his forearms and all the way
down to his chest, first the left, then the right, back to the left,
returning to the right. On her last pass she continued her pin wheeling
down his side, across his stomach and back to his opposite armpit, then all
the way back round again. I was transfixed by this sight, she was in no
hurry and her movements were slow and deliberate. Next was the turn of his
legs, starting from one ankle, across his inner thigh and back down, then
back up again. It was almost mesmerising. From our vantage point I could
see the bulge in his jockey shorts start to lengthen and thicken, every
time the pinwheel traversed his inner thighs it twitched and I found myself
craning further forward to see exactly how far it could go before his head
started to peek out over the top.

My attention was suddenly diverted by a familiar sound, Marie was leaning
forward, a picture of rapt attention, her eyes glued to the dais and her
hand glued between her legs. I was torn between the eroticism of the stage
and her hand as she stroked herself in front of me. The crack of a paddle
on skin brought my gaze back to the stage where I saw the slaves legs had
moved, they were now spread wide apart and Kate was concentrating her
attention onto the insides of his thighs. The rustle of silk to my right
swivelled my head back round as Marie hooked her finger inside the crotch
of her body suit and started to play with herself without hindrance.

I don't know how long I watched her, but more noises from the stage forced
me to turn again, the paddle had been replaced with a cat'o'ninetails and
his whole body was the target. His cock head was clearly visible now; only
half its erect length was contained and was leaking precum copiously. I
could sense his sex but I could also smell Marie's and the smacking of
fingers into pussy once again drew my full attention. I felt as though I
was watching the most erotic tennis match in history. The fingers of
Marie's other hand was rubbing her clit furiously as she tried to force
more and more pleasure from her pussy and her writhing became extremely
urgent as her eyes closed, she bit her lip and convulsed hard on her
fingers. The slightest whimper escaped from those gritted teeth as she
relaxed from what was obviously quite a powerful orgasm.

Her breath returned to normal slowly and her gaze returned to the stage and
mine followed. What I saw was incongruous with what had preceded anything
before. Kate had wrapped her hand around her slaves cock and was slowly
wanking it; its full length glistened in the light. She spread some lube
over his ass and inserted 2 long fingers into it, I saw his eyes close in
pleasure as she moved them, not in and out as I thought she would but there
was definite movement.

"You should be keeping a close eye on this, she is milking him"

As I learned later, the male G spot is the prostate gland and this can be
manipulated manually. It is roughly 2 inches inside your ass and if your
partner makes a 'come here' movement it apparently causes the seminal fluid
held in the prostate to be released. "He has not had a proper orgasm in
over 3 years apparently, this does instead."

Kate kept this up for over 15 minutes and the slave was powerless to
resist. Soon however his precum turned into an almost constant stream of
pulsing creamy fluid running over her hand but still she continued until no
more flowed and he wilted like a flower in the heat.

By now my attention was completely fixed on the floorshow without really
taking in what I was seeing, it was though I was looking through a fog, all
that really registered was pure unadulterated eroticism. I jumped when I
felt a hand on my thigh, without me knowing Marie had managed to procure
from somewhere a large dildo and was making fuck me motions with it. To
make things easier, she squatted down in front of me and hooked the crotch
of her cat suit to one side. "I don't want you to miss the next part so
I'll stay right here while you fuck me with that dildo."

My eyes snapped back to the stage and I saw what she meant. The slaves legs
had been raised high and wide and Kate was in between them sporting the
largest hard on I had ever seen. Seriously, this woman would have made a
fortune in porn she was that hung. Her cock hung swinging gently between
her legs; it must have been 11 inches long and thick. She positioned
herself with the tip of her cock resting on the lubed up hole of her slave
and pushed. It was like watching continental drift, with all the
inevitability of it too. You knew that she would not stop until the whole
of her length was buried inside this beautiful slaves arse. Just when I
thought she couldn't go any further, just when her ball sack was touching
his arse she gave a small jerk that proclaimed she was in, mashing his arse
cheeks to allow that extra 1/4 of an inch.

Slowly she pulled her cock out just short of the head and quicker now
pushed it back in. I felt Marie place the dildo into my hand, pull it down
to position the weapon to her crack and pulled it into her. "fuck me to her
rhythm" she gasped hoarsely, so I did.

Kate was slowly increasing her pace, sliding her cock in and out of her
private fuckhole, every time she found her depth she rocked him up the
horse with the power of her thrusts. Reaching over, she collected up the
chain and third clip that was attached to his nipples, attached the final
clip to his penis and the chain to a ring on her bodice. Now every time she
thrust into him, the clips tightened on his now flaccid cock and his
nipples. His cock didn't remain flaccid for long though. With all the
attention the head of his cock was getting, it had no choice really. In the
meantime I was keeping up a steady rhythm with the dildo in Marie's pussy
and I felt her juices start to soak my hand, she was obviously having the
time of her life riding that rubber cock.

The slave was obviously enjoying himself as his mistress upped her tempo,
pushing her cock into his arse harder and harder. I was having quite a job
keeping up the pace inside Marie as her humping got quicker and harsher
along with her breath. By now Kate's cock was in and out of the slaves arse
like a piston occasionally coming all the way out, revealing her huge
glistening head before slamming it back in, both their bodies rocking to
this frantic pace. I felt Marie's breath coming in huge gasping sobs as her
own hand went to her clit and rubbed herself hard. Kate's thrusts became
more and more frantic and everybody could sense her impending orgasm. Even
her slaves cock was leaking cum like a river, the pace quickened still
further, no longer the long powerful confident strokes but now animalistic
short spasms as her orgasm finally wracked her body, as she pumped her seed
directly into this willing hole that she had been pounding only moments
before. Simultaneously Marie bucked with her own orgasm and I rammed the
dildo into her for the final time and her body was overtaken by her nervous
system, no longer under her own control.

After a minute that felt like an age, Kate withdrew her softening cock from
the ass she had occupied and let loose a torrent of cum from it, such an
erotic sight made me look down at my own softening bulge and feeling the
tell tale wetness of my own sperm, let loose without my knowledge or any
outside interference. How could this have happened, how could I possibly
cum in my own pants just watching a transsexual fuck some guys arse?

But it was so much more than that wasn't it - the build up, Marie's 2
orgasms one of them with my help, Kate's fucking rhythm, the slaves pool of
cum on his belly and the puddle of Kate's spunk now lying on the floor, the
sounds and the smells, everything added up to a total loss of control on my
part.

I never did take the easy way out, I didn't walk out that door ... At least
not alone. I wanted to experience more of this wonderful sex and my mind
was reeling.

Dont forget to read the next installment: Part 3 - The Hook