14 comments/ 102846 views/ 26 favorites I Am Woman By: mejau71 Having just moved into a spacious, three-bedroom home, Beth and her boyfriend Brian, along with Shannon (a mutual friend for some time), settled into their new life. Beth and Brian had been dating for over a year, and to the common person, they seemed deeply in love. Shannon on the other hand, suffered from a series of failed relationships with young men her age. They were all in their early to mid 20's, with Beth being the oldest at 24. It was perfect. All three worked and enjoyed staying up late to watch movies, or to discuss life's many mysteries. There were no odd feelings of distrust or worry between them whatsoever. Brian worked at a local pizza parlor as Beth was employed at a video store. Most of them kept odd hours, yet always seemed to find time to visit and catch up on day to day life. On some days, Brian would catch Shannon walking from her room half-dressed, but usually didn't think anything about it. Nudity, or odd situations just didn't seem to affect the three. They were all relatively normal as far as social standards were concerned. No one ever did drugs, or walk a dangerous line in any facet of their life. It was becoming a safe harbor for peace and happiness... At least until the day that Brian suddenly was gone. Apparently, Brian had become unsure about his affair with Beth. Their long term commitment was beginning to unravel at the seam, and no one seemed to know this except for Brian himself. This all seemed so unlike Brian to just suddenly leave like this... Shannon couldn't understand what he was thinking to leave a woman like Beth. Not that sexuality had everything to do with a relationship, but Shannon thought Beth was the perfect mate for anyone lucky enough to capture this woman. Beth was blessed with a shapely shrine of flesh. Alluring and intoxicating to anyone who had the opportunity to gaze into her profound blue eyes, her body was of robust, yet toned proportion. Full, abounding breasts... curves and features that simply made her irresistible. Her elongated, golden blonde hair fell past her lower back, and was kept that way since her teenage years. Her bronzed skin was unblemished by time, or age in every way. She appeared as a silky Angel of innocence in the winter, and in the summer, she was a golden temple of sensuality and seduction-- thrilling to the eye and mind in every way possible. Not the lean and bony woman most see in GQ, Beth's body was filled with luscious curves adorning her thighs and stomach, as well as her voluptuous hindquarters. Her round, fleshy ass was shaped perfectly... her lower back dipping into her spine, her ass gently spanning outward and formed two of the most delicious ass cheeks a woman could have. And yes, Shannon was envious of this creature. Shannon was amazed at how little Beth reacted to Brian's abandonment. Not the usual torrent of tears and cries, Beth remained calm and collected during the next few days. Shannon didn't want to say anything for fear it would open a door that should remain closed. At night, Beth softly closed the door, and remained inside until the next day when she had to work. It was as if Shannon was watching her friend shift from a fun-loving young woman, to a reserved, bitter woman. Shannon spent the next few days worrying about her friend. And, it was no fault when her mind began envisioning various erotic scenarios with her luscious roommate. Was this so wrong in aspiring to be with such an enticing matron? "Am I becoming a lesbian?" she asked herself as images of the voluptuous vixen and her swarmed throughout the young woman's mind. She had never considered herself attracted to other women before, except for a chance rendezvous with her Mother when she was 18. It was actually a mistake how she ended up sharing a shower with her that night before her senior prom. Shannon's body glowed with fondness as she recalled how her Mother took extra time to lather her Daughter's backside. Careful, gentle hands graced the young lady's flesh as the two came together in a most taboo encounter. Never fully sealing that brief encounter, Shannon always felt robbed of what could have been a night of beauty and complete euphoria. It was then Shannon realized the resemblance that Beth and her Mother shared... enticing bodies, full, spherical breasts that cried out for affection... healthy, savory abdomens that cried out for impregnation. It was all too much for her mind, and her senses begged for release. And at the height of her peak, Shannon gently whispered the name that was ringing true in her ears... Beth. The next day, Shannon woke up early to find Brian moving out all of his belongings. Respecting the two's privacy, Shannon remained out of their way for the rest of the day, until she had to go to work. And then, she didn't make any effort whatsoever to bid her (now only one) roommate farewell, despite her deepest desire to do so. That night at work, all she could reflect upon was Beth. What was she doing-- thinking, wearing? How was she handling Brian's recent departure? Was this a perfect opportunity for her to seduce the object of her many desires, or to leave her alone for the wounds to heal. On her break that night; Shannon took an extra few minutes to call Beth at home, just to make sure how she was. The answering machine picked up... She held her breath, realizing that the words she would utter would (now) be from a concerned lover who only wanted to cradle her wounded beauty. Her voice trembled with anxiety... "Beth, this is Shannon. I just... wanted to see how you were." She again sighed heavily, feeling the love swell beyond the limits of her soul. "I was thinking about you, and..." Suddenly, there was the sound of a phone picking up. "Shannon?" uttered a feeble sounding Beth. "Beth?" replied a surprised, yet relieved Shannon. "How are you?" she asked. "Okay. I was asleep." Beth replied. "Are you at work?" "Yea. I'm on break, and was thinking about you. I hope you're okay." Shannon was becoming confident in her speech. She heard Beth coo in appreciation for her thoughtfulness. "That means so much, Shannon. Thanks... I'll be alright." said a much more relaxed Beth. "You didn't deserve what he did to you, Beth. What an asshole." "He had his reasons, I'm sure." replied Beth. Always the kind and forgiving woman, Shannon leaned back against the wall, rolling her eyes back in her head... totally smitten with this girl. "You're so forgiving. I wish it didn't have to happen to good people like you." Shannon said. If Beth only knew just how much Shannon was falling for her. "Do you want me to bring home anything when I get off work?" she asked, a little more energetically. "Yea." said a flirtatious Beth. "Bring us home a gallon of your favorite ice cream, and I'll help you destroy it!" A thin smile came across Shannon's face, hearing the hope emerging from Beth's voice. Biting on her pinky nail, Shannon was soon fidgeting around like a teenager prepared for her first date. "Yea?" asked Shannon. "Maybe a movie, too. What do you wanna see? You name it." "Hmmm. I don't know. You decide." said a happy Beth. "Okay." said Shannon, realizing she had to get back to work. "I gotta go now. I'll see you after 11, okay? Movie, ice cream, and all." Shannon said. "It's a date, sweetie!" replied Beth, laughing to herself. "Did you take your silly pill today?" asked a coy Shannon. "Of course! I'd rather be laughing than crying, sweetheart! Wouldn't you?" she asked. Shannon leaned her head against the wall, twirling the phone cord around her thumb-- hopelessly daydreaming of potential romance. "Yea." Whispered Shannon as the tone of her voice oozed pure devotion. "I'm glad you called." replied Beth, in a more serious tone. "I wanted to." Replied Shannon. "Really?" asked Beth. "Really." Urgency crept out from under Shannon's voice. Beth was caught slightly off guard, but kept the conversation up beat. "Okay, I'll see you after work. Be ready to get fat, babe!" she said as both shared a much needed laugh. "Okay. Bye." said Shannon as she hung up. Leaning her forehead against the wall, she felt as if she was floating in mid-air. The last few hours of work seemed to drag along at a snail's pace, but when she clocked out, she knew that it was all over, at least for a few days. Stopping by the 24 hour grocery store, Shannon picked out a 5-gallon bucket of Cookies and Cream because she knew that was Beth's favorite. After her purchase, Shannon made her way to the video store to get their movie. While there, nothing seemed to catch her eye. All the new releases were already rented, and she didn't want to watch something that she had already seen. "Romance? No way. At least not yet." thought Shannon. In a last minute search, she noticed the Adult section of the store. Curious, and somewhat afraid, she ventured into the section. Amazed by all the selections, she didn't know where to start. What she liked was that all the categories were broken down... Gay, Lesbian, Anal, Amateur. Hesitating, she inched her way to the Lesbian section to gaze at the drop-dead gorgeous porn stars gracing each box. Having never explored Adult video before, a certain title caught her eye. "Precious Moments", an all girl feature showing the best scenes from the history of porn. She read the back, and the description seized her interests. "This video combines all the tender moments... the sensuous kisses that ended up on the cutting room floor, the whispers of love that the Directors never wanted you to see. This video celebrates the beauty and magic that only two women can truly create. Enjoy!" That was the only convincing Shannon needed before grabbing that title, and heading toward the counter. The stage was set for the perfect seduction. The drive home was agonizing. What would she say or do? Should she even approach Beth on the subject? She took a deep breath, and let the calming sensation of her love for Beth rule her thoughts. This, by far, was nothing to be worried about. Making her way to the door with her bag of "goodies", Shannon opened the door to find Beth on the couch, curled under a blanket, watching TV. "Hey!" said Beth saw Shannon walk inside. "You didn't start the party without me, did you?" asked Shannon with a wry smile on her face. She took a brief moment to let the image of Beth's smile permanately ingrain itself into her mind. Getting out from her blanket, Beth made her way over to where Shannon stood. She noticed what she was wearing... Thin, pink boxer shorts that barely concealed her annular ass cheeks. And an extra large sweatshirt that did a good job at hiding the treasures beneath... but it was her hair that set all else aside. Attenuated, flowing strands of blonde hair that embroidered the top half of her flesh. All she wanted to do was run her impressionable fingers through each invaluable sliver of hair... using those tresses to ease back her face for their very first kiss. "Set these down." she said as the bags softly settled onto the floor. Shannon's heart skipped a beat... "What is she doing?" she thought as Beth initiated a tender embrace. Perplexed, Shannon returned the hug... She was so incredibly warm. "Thanks for calling me tonight. You were the only one who thought to do that. It really meant a lot." whispered Beth into Shannon's already trembling ear. For a fleeting moment of uncertainty, Shannon didn't know what to do, or say. All she could do was hold her... to grasp that priceless woman whom she'd fallen deeply in love with over the last few months. "Now, let's see what you got me!" said an ecstatic Beth, almost as if she were a little girl on Christmas morning. Shannon had kept the video tucked away in her purse for safekeeping, so she knew the situation wouldn't present itself at an odd moment. A radiating smile graced across Beth's gorgeous face as she lifted the ice cream out of the bag, holding it as a game show hostess would an expensive prize. Shannon giggled, seeing Beth mock some famous celebrity. After opening the treat, the two settled back for a night of movies, and fattening foods. It was their night to let their hair down... It was well into the night when Beth fell asleep on the couch. Shannon, who sat on the floor, was fighting to keep her eyes open. Some half-witted show was on the TV, and Shannon could have cared less. It was then the thoughts began racing through her mind... She sat up, and reached for the video tape in her purse nearby. Glancing over at Beth, who was laying on her stomach, Shannon felt that now was as good as a time as any. How would Beth react? What would she say? There was only one way to find out... As the VCR loaded the tape, Shannon nervously pressed the play button, and left the room. She wanted the sounds to fill the room first... Perhaps a way to subconsciously plant the thought into the young woman's mind. In the bathroom, the smitten young Shannon nervously fixed her hair. Gazing into the mirror, she doubted herself time and time again. "What if I'm not good enough for her?" As she shed her garments, she slid on her pink nightgown. She knew pink was Beth's favorite color, and felt that it would be a nice added gesture. Walking back into the den, Shannon saw the television still blaring. Much to her surprise, there sat Beth... gazing at the images on the screen with a look of utter astonishment. Shannon stopped mid-pace, seeing the paralyzed object of her desire. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left that on." said Shannon as she quickly shut the TV off-not wanting to be obvious about her intent. Beth gazed upward, noticing Shannon's revealing wardrobe. "It's okay. I heard these moans and gasps, and looked up to see these women kissing." she laughed. "I've never been woken up to that before." she said as she stood up to stretch. " It looked interesting at the video store, so I thought I'd check it out. I wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable" trembled Shannon. "It's okay. Put it back in." replied Beth as she sat back down, ready to watch all four hours of the tape. "Really?" asked Shannon. "Why not? I've always wanted to see what it looked like." Said Beth as she fluffed up her pillow, settling in. As Shannon turned around, a warm smile graced her face as she happily placed the video back inside the machine. Heading back to the couch, Beth noticed her roommate sitting on the couch opposite her. "You can sit over here. I don't bite." Said Beth, waving her over. Her heart skipping a beat, Shannon did so, sitting next to the woman who held her heart captive. Their attention went to the images displayed in front of them... The first scene was of two voluptuous, tanned brunettes bathing in what looked like an old Roman bath. Their movements were slow and careful, taking extra time to wash each inch of their bodies. A flurry of kisses soon followed, each one more aggressive than the last. The scene then dissolved into a dining area, where all they could see was a pair of oiled buttocks raised from beneath the table. Adorning the fleshy globes were an assortment of fruits and leafy vegetables, making the flesh appear to be the main course of a very special dinner. The other brunette was led in, completely blindfolded, by two other exquisite female servants. Securing her hands behind her back, the two slaves sat her in a chair, and placed her beside the table where her feast awaited. Unraveling the blindfold, the slaves departed the room in respect for their Master's meal. Attentive to the sight, the Master leaned over, and took one of the grapes between her teeth. Applying gentle pressure, the grape's juices burst forth, marinating the bronzed spheres below. As the juice deluged the skin, she watched as it gradually settled between the heightened knolls of subdued flesh. Parting her lips, the Master then delicately grazed the surface of the cheeks-warming the skin with her anxious breath. Her movements were painstakingly slow, but certainly appreciative. Turning her face, she rested her cheek against the plumpness of her slave's rear. With eyes closed, she nuzzled the moistened globe with her face, slowly turning to plant a bountiful kiss upon the beloved nourishment. It was then Beth and Shannon lost sight of the Master's lips, as it fell between the elevated cleavage. A gasp of astonishment came from Beth... "Total surrender. She totally gave herself to that her." remarked Beth. Shannon looked at her friend with a hushed gaze of agreement as she turned the television off. Silence crept into the room as Beth still gazed at the blank screen. An unsettled stillness saturated the room. The moment presented itself better than Shannon had thought. If she was going to surrender herself to Beth, now was that chance. "I know what she must have felt like... giving herself to her like that." uttered a poised Shannon. She was indeed sure of herself-the thoughts, and her love. Beth's gaze slowly shifted to the woman sitting next to her... Sharing a gaze that spoke a thousand words, Beth felt there was more that should be said. "How do you know that?" asked Beth. With that, Shannon gathered her convictions, and raised up before her, standing in front of her object of wanton desire. A shared look of lust was cast as Beth watched Shannon's hands reach up to grasp the thin straps that held her nightgown on. Beth then took notice of Shannon's well-defined body, concealed beneath the thin material. She had looked at her roommate's features before, but never in such a manner. Beth's heart skipped several beats as she struggled to catch her breath... For once in her life, Shannon knew exactly what she was doing, and this by all means was the moment that would define her entire existence. "Because... I would totally surrender myself to you. I love you, Beth. I always have." As the last word escaped Shannon's lips, Beth watched as the soft, pink nightgown drop to the floor. Disrobed completely, Beth's expression fell void... Never before had a woman done this for her... Directly in front of her was a woman, young and so in love with her. So taken that she would sacrifice all that she had ever known for just this one chance... a wager on what she felt was right. Not one stitch of clothing hung from Shannon's flesh... "Oh my God." Beth uttered helplessly as she could not help to gawk at Shannon's healthy breasts. She slowly crept forward, as Beth was still motionless. What would Beth do? She had never been in a situation like this before, especially with someone who adored her as much as Shannon did. Before long, Beth's face was directly in front of Shannon's ripe cleavage. Her stare was affixed on the incredible sight as an erect nipple softly brushed across her face. A defenseless moan of astonishment came from Beth as she felt Shannon's hands clutch the sides of her face, motioning her to look up. "I'll stop if you want." whispered Shannon as her eyes still held it's command on Beth. She could stop this, right now if she wanted to. Turn her back on this moment-- this delicate, shapely woman. Lifting both her hands, Beth took hold of her fingers, threading them between her own, and with a sigh of assurance and grace, she confidently uttered... "No. I want this. I want... you." A smile washed across Shannon's face as her hands tightened their hold. Beth felt both of Shannon's soft breasts nuzzle closer, almost enshrining her head between her incredible breasts. Unhurried, Shannon leaned over, raising Beth's youthful face... Not a sound could be heard, or a doubt felt as Shannon parted her lips. "Oh My God." Yielded Beth as her eyelids fluttered closed. She took a deep breath and held it as if she were dipping beneath the water for a swim. Tepid warmth gradually enshrouded her motionless mouth. No force, no urgent pressure... just warmth, just love. It was in this glowing radiance that Beth realized she was sharing her very first kiss with a female. So many thoughts raced through her mind as she felt Shannon's lips fondle hers. For some reason, Beth let go of the breath she held in her lungs. Blending it with a moan of total and unconditional abandonment, Beth knew she was going to be with this woman for a very long time. I Am Woman Once in high school, and then again before I left for college, my mother sat me down for a mother daughter talk about sex. "Now, Sally, as I told you before, both your father and I would be very angry if we were to find out that you experimented with sexual intercourse. That is for common girls. When you are with a boy, tell him that he may touch you above the waist, but nowhere else." I smiled at her comment. There was nothing of interest above my waist. "Yes mother." That is what I did. I was neither mature as a person, or sexually mature. I tended to just have friends. The few boys that dated me in college did not phone after the third date, when they were sure that I was firm about the no-below-the-waist rule. I dated again for a few months after college. In that case, it was a shy guy by the name of Tim Leary, who was the son of a minister. He convinced me that it was okay for me to let him put his finger in me, since he had promised his father that he would not have sex before marriage. True to his word, he never tried to put his cock into me, but he would finger-fuck me during a whole Block Buster rented movie. I loved it. He would suck on my nipple. I had no breasts then. Then, suddenly, he was gone to New Zealand to perform missionary work. He did not tell me until the week before he left. I should have seen it coming. I did not have a single date for the next three years. I was now a twenty-six year old woman who had never experienced sex. No bells were going off. I was just passing time. I took a position helping foreign students adjust to American colleges. You marry who you date. I started dating a Chinese boy by the name of Harry Wong. Harry was a studious, quiet, soft-spoken person who at five foot, five inches was six inches shorter then my five foot, eleven inches. I really went out with Harry, at first, just to have a buddy to go to the movies with. That changed the second date. We had returned to my place. "You are most pretty woman, Sally." "Thank you, Harry. It is nice of you to say that." He took both sides of my face in his hands to hold my head still as he kissed me full on the lips. One of my hands was pinned behind him, while the other was full of pop corn. He pushed my onto my back, which freed the one arm, but pinned the one with the pop corn. He continued to kiss me as his hand lifted my skirt, pushed my white panties to one side, his hand was now at my mound, rubbing it. I closed my eyes. I was conditioned by Tim to accept and enjoy long bouts of finger-fucking, so I did not change my position or question his intentions when his finger entered me. I closed my eyes, let the pop corn loose on the couch, opened my mouth taking deep breaths as the sensations of his finger in me started the feeling that I knew would soon bring on an orgasm. "Panties must come off," he whispered as he removed them. My legs were spread. His finger was deeply in me. His finger was withdrawn. He shifted himself. I felt his body lower onto me. I opened my eyes as I felt his chest lower to mine. My pussy lips were split. There was a quick shove of his ass. His cock was in me. "Harry, we can't do this. I told my parents that I would not do this until I was married. Harry, we are not even engaged, or anything. Harry, I will let you put your finger in me." I might just as well have been talking to the wall. Harry was merrily plunging his cock into me, with his head next to mine. His little ass was a trip-hammer fucking me for all he was worth. I weight more then he did. I probably was stronger then he was. I lie there with my eyes open, sort of a puzzled look on my face thinking, just what the hell do I do now? I've given him my speech. Harry knew what he wanted to do, and was doing it. With several grunts, which I did not understand the meaning of, he pumped his sperm into my vagina. I was so intent on my first fuck that I never thought of the fact that I was not on the pill. Never had been. "Mmm. Very good, Sally. Me enjoy you. You are very tight woman." "Harry" I said in exasperation. "I was a virgin." "Oh, super, super, super. We fucky-fucky, more, more, more." It never entered my mind that he would want me a second time. In just a couple minutes, he was hard again. Already on me, he just put his cock in me without fanfare to fuck on, and on, and on. He did not let me off my back for two hours. Four days later he phoned to set up another date for Saturday night. I told him that I was not available. I was very confused as to what I should do. I phoned my doctor to set up an appointment for an exam so that I could go on the pill. I knew that if I was alone with Harry that I would let him have me for more fucky, fucky. I had no intention of getting serious with him, but he was available, and he did feel good in me. It was four weeks after that night that I finally was with my doctor, Jane Gibbons. "Sally, I'm afraid that you will not need the pill. You are pregnant. I almost passed out. The unthinkable had happened. I became Mrs. Sally Wong four months later. Harry's hobby is photography. From the start he took pictures of me. Since he did his own developing, I believed him when he said, "No person see pictures except Sally and Harry." At first they were with me fully clothed. Because of the baby, for the first time in my life, I had breasts. When nursing, they were a B-cup. After, they would fit in a coffee cup. One evening we had been to a party. I had consumed a whole bottle of Turning Leaf, Cabernet Sauvignon wine. When we got home he told me, "I want to take photos starting with you fully dressed. Then more shots as you undress, until you are naked, except for your stockings and shoes." Two or three times between shots he would come to me, kissing me as he finger fucked me hard. It was done so that I would have a horny expression on my face. He posed me in obscene positions, such as from the rear, with me looking around my ass, while I have my hands holding open my pussy lips. When finished, he took me to bed. He fucked me for an hour. The next morning, I remembered that he had taken many photos of me, but I had no recollection of the obscene positions. I forgot about it all. Remember, he had told me, "No person see pictures except Sally and Harry." Well the Shit posted them in a voyeur site in four segments. At the time, I was employed as the four to ten PM librarian at our local library. The evening custodian was Buzzy Donaldson. Our custodians had their own room in the basement, with a cot, desk, small refrigerator, as well as a computer, hooked to the internet. Much more friendly then normally, Buzzy leaned on my desk when the last patrons had left. "Sally, You are a really hot woman. You sure had me fooled." I thought that he had lost his mind. After all, I always acted with decorum. "What are you talking about, Buzzy?" I said with a sour look on my face. "Hey, don't pull that stuff with me. Come on down and see yourself. You are all over the net." "What?" "Let me lock the door. I'll meet you at the custodian's room." I wanted to run out of that building, but I had to see what he was talking about. Whatever it was, he was very sure of himself. I had to see what this was about. As I walked down the stairs, It dawned on me that Harry's photos of me must be what this is about. Harry, you son-of-a-bitch, I thought. If you have splattered me all over the net, I will be a hard woman to contain. Buzzy walked by me, turned on the computer. Brought up the site, to click on a submission called, "My Drunk wife." Not only did Harry post the still shots of me in the living room, but unknown to me he had movie spy camera shots of us having sex. In the hard-sex section he had submitted movies of him on me, his little ass jerking up and down. My legs first low, then as I neared orgasm, lifted, as I swung my ass to meet his descending cock. There was nothing left to ones imagination. "Sally, read the story." I did. "These are photos of my wife. She is the easiest woman to fuck that I have ever had. All you have to do is put a finger in her, for her to want you to fuck her." I was mortified. Buzzy stepped up to me. I was standing there stunned, as though I was alone in the room. He lifted my skirt, slowly slid my panties to the floor, as he said. "I have a finger for you Sally." He slipped his index finger into me. I turned to face him. There was no expression on my face. His finger was slowly rising and lowering in me. It was all happening in slow motion. What had Harry done to me, to our marriage? "You're a tall woman, Sally. I like them tall." Buzzy took off my skirt, then my blouse, bra, stockings, and shoes. I offered no resistance. I was aware that he was taking off his clothes, but my mind was not thinking of me having sex at that moment. It was on me on the internet for millions of people to see. Buzzy lowered me to the cot. His mouth locked on my clit. A mouth had never been there. I had the strangest reaction to it all. My mind was not in the room, but my ass was beginning to lift and thrust at the activity on my clit. I found myself panting. Then I snapped. "Buzzy," fuck me Buzzy!" Now, I'm a tall girl at five foot eleven. Harry is a small person of one hundred, forty-one pounds, with a cock that is thin and just five inches long. It was the only cock that I had ever known. Having Harry on you was like having a child on you. Not so Buzzy. At two hundred and fifty pounds, standing six foot, seven inches, for the first time a man covered me. With one long steady push Buzzy buried his thirteen inches of cock right up to the balls in me. "Ooohhhooo." "Like it, Sally?" "Ooohhhooo." "C'mon, Baby, You took it all right up to the balls. You have to like it?" "Ooohhhooo." "I'll get you humping Baby. Take some of this." With that, he gunned his motors to swing his ass high, low, hard in, out. His cock bumped my cervix, then would suck, pull, yank my insides. "Oh, My, my, my, Ooohhhooo. Aaahhhaa." I cum. "Uhh, Uhh, Uhh" Buzzy grunted out, as he cum in me. "Let me phone that son-of-a-bitch." "Who?" "My husband." "Be my guest." Ring, ring. "Hello." "Harry, my sweet. I will be a little late coming home." "What, is there problem, Sally?" "No problem, Harry. Some nice man has read on the Internet that all he had to do is put his finger in me to fuck me." I gently set the phone back in its cradle. Turning to Buzzy, I said, "let him stew on that for a few hours. Where were we?" "Ha, ha, ha. I love it. Where we were at, Sally, is you were about to ask me to stuff my handsome cock into your nice tight pussy." "Buzzy. Please stuff you handsome cock into my pussy? I can't believe that I said that." "Here, spread your legs. Put your hand on it. That's a girl. Now guide the end to your snatch. Good girl. Now feed it into you pussy. Hmmm, yes. Hmm Goood Girl." "Is it good for you?" "More then you know. Not many girls can take me. Usually only a woman who has had several children. Never a girl your age. This is heaven." "Push Buzzy. Stir me. Push me hard Buzzy." Louder, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Huh, huh, Ooohhhooo, Ahhaa, I'm coming again." When I got home, Harry asked, "You have seen the pictures, yes?" "Yes, I saw the pictures. Now you look at this." I raised my skirt to show him my pussy. My brown pussy hair was coated with a sticky white substance. Harry and I had a long talk. I told him that I would never had married him except for the fact that he had made me pregnant. Tonight, I had found out that all men's cocks were not the same size as my index finger, nor did all men fuck by letting their ass quiver in place, like some sort of vibrator. That might float-the-boat of a Ninety-pound Chinese woman, but it was not what this one hundred and sixty pound woman needed, or would accept. I was history. Tomorrow, I was filing for divorce. Harry's only comment was, "me wish that I was there to record your sex on camcorder. " I had been married to that idiot. As soon as I moved to my own place, I was reminded just how many people were eager to see if a finger would do it for them. I had phone calls every night asking me to go out. I turned them all down. Then one night I was very lonely. As I walked to my car, four guys approached me. They were all local college guys that I had spoken to at the library. "Hi, Sally. How about joining us for a party?" I hesitated. Then shrugging my shoulders, I said, "Sure, I would love to have a few drinks, some laughs." :"Great. C'mon in my car. It is just a few blocks. We can drop you off to get your car later." Again, I hesitated. They are safe. Just college kids. "Okay." No one said or did anything except make small talk during the ride. I was handed a quart of Peppermint Snaps. I took several swigs right out of the bottle. The drive was longer then I thought it would be. We were soon in the country. Finally we stopped at a camp on the lake. Once inside, I was provided a milk glass of vodka, and orange juice. I think that they called it a "Stinger." Soft dance music was put on the stereo. Sure, I know that it is odd for one girl to be with four guys. I did not care. I was lonely. I started to dance with Billy Johnson. We danced. The others sat in the shadows softly chatting. Billy and I slowly moved to the music. It was so peaceful. The drinks made me so warm Larry Williams broke in after the second dance. There was no chatter. Billy said, "I liked that Sally." Two dances later, I was taken by Andy Turner for several dances. Another "Stinger was downed. There was only me, the music, and a man in my arms. Any man. I felt myself getting horny. Why had they not come on to me? In the back of my mind, I guess I knew from the start that being boys that they would want to fuck me. I guess in the back of my mind that I also knew that I would welcome their cocks in me. I kissed Andy on the cheek. Just loud enough for him to hear, I whispered, "Andy, please fuck me?" He kissed me on the lips. I felt him lift my skirt. I stood there as he lowered my panties, then he removed my skirt, blouse and bra. I stood naked. He kissed me again as he inserted his index finger in my pussy. Gently he spread my legs a few inches. I was as still as a statute as his finger rose and fell in my pussy. The other three boys all saw what was happening. They turned to watch as I was finger fucked. Andy, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear said, "What do you want, Sally?" It came to my lips so easily, so naturally, "Please, will you all fuck me?" They took me to the bedroom. A storm was brewing. Thunder was rolling, the wind whistled through the trees. Rain begin to beat on the roof. The curtains of the bedroom at times were blown out straight. Rain coated the window sill, the floor. Brilliant light would flash, as the lightning danced overhead. During it all, I was on my back, legs spread wide, or held next to my shoulders, as one after another of the four boys gently placed his cock in me. Slowly at first, then their speed would pick up, until, until, he and I would try to cum at the same time. I had learned with Buzzy how to use my pussy as a squeeze box. An hour later the storm was over. They were spent. I felt glorious satisfaction. I had found out just exactly who and what I am. I am woman. I'm Softly. Please take the time to vote. I Am Woman One of my secret fantasies that I've never told anyone is my desire to live one day as a woman so that I can know what it's really like to have lesbian sex. It's such an enormous frustration to have this desire for woman-on-woman contact and be forever denied a truly immersive role. While a man may join two women in sexual play, he can never be one of them and must always be only an observer of that special connection between two women, never a participant. And so I present this little tale wherein my ultimate fantasy is realized... * * * * * "Mmm, that's it, lover... oh, lick my clit, I'm going to come... don't stop... please don't stop!" I watched as the hot, slutty blonde arched her back high and climaxed hard, squealing and moaning her delight as her sultry brunette lover sucked and licked hungrily at her pussy. When she was finally spent, the two women held and kissed each other tenderly, letting their tongues and lips caress while they held one another's naked bodies in a hot picture of lesbian lust. The scene faded to black, and the credits began to roll. I switched off the TV with a sigh of resignation and tossed aside a tube sock which was, regrettably, still perfectly fit to wear. Eighty minutes of lesbian porn had just utterly failed to get me off. Instead of exciting me as it once did, the sight of two women fucking each other had become a source of unassailable frustration. I glared accusingly at my semi-erect cock, knowing that as long as I possessed such an appendage, my thirst for lesbian love - the real, true experience - could never be satisfied. I had tried what I could, starting at a young age with Penthouse magazines and then renting or buying videos as soon as I was old enough to do so. The advent of the Internet in my early twenties expanded my lesbian porn collection considerably, and after several years I had amassed over a hundred thousand images and at least eight hundred video clips (my favorites were the few that I found which showed lesbian sex from the first-person perspective of one of the two women involved). As time went on, I discovered the two-on-one lapdance, and that more often than not the girls would let you touch them, so I began to fuel my fantasies with actual experience. Finally, I reached the pinnacle when I had my first real threesome with a couple of hired escorts. And that was as far as I could go. I knew I had hit a brick wall, and could never really have actual lesbian sex. Of course, I never told anyone about this unquenchable need. I knew that it would be misunderstood, and that anyone would assume that I was a transsexual or something. That wasn't it at all! I simply wanted to fully indulge myself in my favorite fantasy, and know what a woman felt when she made love to another woman. I considered some pretty wild schemes, like hiring a whore and asking her to treat me like a woman (which sounded pretty stupid to me), or cross-dressing and putting on makeup so I could at least kiss another girl and pretend to be one myself (which sounded even stupider). I started going into sex chatrooms and assuming a woman's role, having lesbian cybersex with other people who were probably also lying about their identity, but that got old pretty fast. I had pretty much accepted the idea that my role in a lesbian sexcapade would be always limited to that of an observer until one very strange night when I woke up to the shock of my life. Let me clarify that for a moment - to this day, I'm not 100% certain that I really woke up. I'd been feeling out of sorts that day and so went to bed at about 6:00 PM. My sleep had been plagued by strange dreams, some of them erotic, some just plain surreal. I know that something happened that night between midnight and four AM, but it's entirely possible that I was hallucinating the key elements. Since I didn't take any pictures or talk to anyone I know, it'll always remain a mystery. I didn't know what had happened at first, just that I awoke with a curious new overall sensation that didn't go away. I didn't feel sick any more, but there was something definitely not right; a heaviness in my chest, a slight weakness, and when I swung my legs to the floor the bed seemed like it had gotten two inches higher during the night. I rubbed my eyes and stepped carefully through the dark to the bathroom, only to find a naked woman in there with me. I jumped back, nearly stumbling over the tub and falling flat on my ass. The realization that I'd seen a reflection made me look around to see where this strange woman was, and when my hair whipped me in the face I just about lost my head. Somehow, I kept from screaming out loud. Struggling to my feet, I slapped my hand on the lightswitch and stared at the astonished, undeniably feminine face that looked back at me from the mirror. The strangeness of what I saw was beyond description. It was me, no doubt about it. The same eyes, and the same skin tone and hair color. My face was a bit slimmer and more delicate, but it was my face - even the little scar on my chin was still there, though the stubble I'd gone to bed with wasn't. My hair had inexplicably grown from a 1/2-inch buzzcut to flowing waves that reached the middle of my back. I noticed all these details shortly after I got over the idea of the C-cups attached to my chest. They were nice, no doubt about it. Round and firm, with wide pink nipples. I touched them and they were real. My hands traveled down my body, feeling a waist that had grown slimmer, hips that had become wider, legs that were smooth as silk. And between my legs... No doubt about it - Johnson was gone. I didn't yet dare to touch what had taken his place, but there was no denying what the mirror told me, especially since it was shaved smooth. Oddly enough, once the panic of my initial reaction faded, I found myself calm and collected. If I had awakened and found a large bruise on my shoulder or something, I would have been more agitated than I was to find myself gender-switched. Perhaps it was simply that my brain had no idea what to do with a situation like this one. I came to several decisions at once. One was that I would definitely not wake up my wife. If I had gone insane and was imagining this, I somehow didn't want it confirmed. If it was real, she would absolutely freak out in much the same way I probably would if she suddenly became a man, and that wouldn't do either of us any good. Two was that I was not going to just go back to sleep. There was every possibility that I'd been given the chance of a lifetime, the opportunity to see things from a previously unknowable perspective, and I was damned if I would give it up. Three was that a previously impossible fantasy had come within my reach. I raided my wife's wardrobe for anything I could wear, my own clothes having become both too large and too masculine. I was a good fourteen inches taller than my wife as a man; my transformation seemed to have shortened me by about half that amount. Fortunately, we seemed to have the same waist size, and in a few minutes I was dressed in a pair of her shorts, one of my own T-shirts tied off at the waist, and some sandals that were too large for her and too small for me. The bra I was forced to go without, but my new breasts felt firm enough to hold their own without support. Speaking of which, the novelty of having my own breasts proved too fascinating to just pass over. I spent a minute or so holding and stroking them, squeezing gently, and enjoying the greater sensitivity of my new nipples. It was a self-indulgent moment, but it taught me a few things about breasts that I suppose only direct experience can show. My gender-switch was proving usefully educational almost from moment one. After only a few minutes, I gained enormous insight on how to properly pleasure a woman through her tits. I tried to tie back my hair but proved hopeless at it, and in the end just brushed it and let it hang loose. Makeup was also a problem. I had seen my wife apply it to herself hundreds of times, but there's a world of difference between seeing it done and doing it. Fortunately, her skin tone varies with the season, and I was able to find a base shade that matched me among her discards. I cringed away from the mascera but managed to apply eyeshadow and a brush of blush. The lips were no difficulty, and I took the liberty of using a bright red gloss that I had given her some time ago. In the end, I managed to do a presentable job, and I looked good enough for a night on the town. It had been just about midnight when I'd awakened, and by the time I was done getting ready to go out it was getting close to one o'clock. I borrowed a purse from my wife, stuffed it with my hidden cash stash (which I used for buying porn and taking to titty bars) and left the house quietly. I noticed with some amusement that my nipples hardened in the night air and that it felt really good. I thought about what it would be like to have a pretty woman suck them, and felt a new sensation between my legs, a tingling that was nothing like the surge of a growing hard-on but more like a pleasant itch that needed massaging. Since my clothes weren't exactly appropriate garb for a decent strip club or even a private "modeling studio", I had no choice but to put in a little shopping time. At one in the morning, my choice of venues were somewhat limited. I went to Wal-Mart. The store was nearly empty, but still open. I didn't have the slightest idea what size I was apart from the fact that my wife's shorts fit me, but after a few try-ons and a little help from a measuring tape, I found a decent pair of black slacks, some low heels that I could walk in without risking my neck, and a black sleeveless silk shirt that showed some decent cleavage. I changed in the ladies' room (I very nearly went into the men's room by mistake!). My secret stash of money was the result of months of putting away a bit here and there, but when would I find a better opportunity to spend it all? I decided to give myself a full evening of sexual fun, and to start with a strip club I had been to twice as a man, a medium-high-class little place called "Treasures". * * * * * "Welcome to Treasures, Miss," the valet said to me as he opened my door. "Are you meeting someone here?" "I'm on my own tonight," I replied. My eyes widened slightly at the sound of my own voice - it was the first time I'd spoken since awakening in my new form, and I was startled at the higher, more liquid tone. The valet seemed not to notice my disorientation, and expressed no surprise over the idea of a woman coming alone to a strip club. "Well, I hope you enjoy yourself," he said with a smile. "Here's your ticket." I took the slip and headed inside, feeling a little lightheaded as I considered what was about to happen. I was a woman going out for entertainment in the form of other sexy women. At the moment I stepped through the doors to the club, I entered my ultimate fantasy at long last. I was a lesbian. The girl at the front smiled at me, and I felt weak in the knees. "Hi, welcome to Treasures!" she said brightly. "We don't charge a cover for women. Go on in, have a great time!" "I intend to," I replied, and entered the club. I felt caught up in the atmosphere almost immediately, as the darkened room and the mixed scent of perfume, beer, and a touch of sweat wafted over me. The crowd was fairly sparse, and the girls were mingling about but there were plenty who hadn't hooked up with lapdances or such. I suddenly realized that I could easily be mistaken for one of them - not by the girls themselves, as I was sure they knew who they worked with, but by one of the men. I wasn't sure how I would handle being propositioned by a guy. Feeling rather self-conscious as only a woman in a traditionally man's place can, I made my way to the main stage and sat down to watch the nubile young girl sex her way around the catwalk, spinning on the poles and shaking her assets. She caught my eye and smiled, and when I pulled out a dollar she came over my way. "Hi, how are you tonight?" asked the smiling, pretty naked girl as she crouched down in front of me, her knees apart and her breasts bare before me. "Feeling great," I answered, and I felt the tingling in between my legs again as I heard my own feminine voice and hers trading flirts. "You're a very sexy girl, you know." "Thank you!" she said, her eyes twinkling. "I take it you like pretty girls?" "Mm-hm," I replied, slipping the dollar into her panties. "Well, I'll be watching for you later, then. Thanks!" She gave me a few close-up bump-and-grinds, and then stood up to dance some more. I felt ready to try a lapdance, my first as a woman, and so left my seat by the stage and took one further back. I knew it wouldn't be long before I was approached by one of the girls, and sure enough I waited only a few minutes. "Hi sweetie! Were you looking for some company tonight?" I looked up, and saw a petite Asian girl, in a red tight-fitting dress and gloves, with chopsticks pinning up her hair. I considered for a moment, but decided she wasn't what I wanted. "I'm just enjoying the show," I said with a smile. She smiled back, and moved on to her next potential customer. A moment later a hot waitress came by for my drink order, and I asked for a peppermint schnapps - I definitely needed something to quiet my nerves! It felt strange to be so excited and turned on, but not to feel that twisting member hardening in my pants. All I felt was a constant tingling, something that demanded touching. It was a constant effort not to give in and start stroking myself. Suddenly, before I really knew what was happening, a cute brunette came up to me and pecked a quick kiss on my cheek. She smiled easily and looked into my eyes. "Hi there," she said. "Hi yourself," I replied, a bit taken aback but excited by her forward attitude. "You're really pretty, can I sit with you for a bit?" I liked her style more and more. "Sure," I said. "Pull up a chair." "I'll take this one," she said as she lowered herself into my lap. This girl definitely kept me off-balance! "I'm Susie, what's your name?" "Michelle," I said, picking the first thing that came into my head. "It's great to see you here tonight, Michelle. I really like performing for another woman, it's so erotic." "I agree," I said, getting more excited by the moment over my first real lesbian encounter. Susie was a brunette with nice, long curly hair, and a scattering a cute freckles across her face. That and her playful demeanor made her seem young and sexy without being slutty, and I could tell she had a nice body. She was wearing a simple little black dress, a contrast to the more exotic costumes a lot of the other girls wore. Her kiss still lingered on my cheek, and I wondered if she might be willing to kiss or be kissed anywhere else... "So, have you ever been here before?" Susie asked. How to answer that one? "No," I decided. "Actually, this is my first time in a place like this." "Really?" she said, an eyebrow raised. "Well, I'll have to be extra good to you, then. I don't think I've ever given a woman her first lapdance before... I'd love to show you how much fun it can be." Susie enhanced the offer by giving me a free peek at her breast, pulling down her dress so that I could see the nipple and stroking the bare skin with her fingertips. My own breasts seemed to grow warm with excitement as I thought of touching her, maybe even kissing her. "Lead the way," I said, my voice a bit husky with anticipation. She gave me a dazzling smile and another kiss on the cheek, and we went hand in hand over to the other side of the club, where it was much darker and packed tightly with high-backed sofas. I had been back there before, but never as "Michelle". I felt the eyes of the men on me, momentarily distracted from their own "dancing partners", as they realized that there would be some girl-on-girl action happening right nearby. "I'd like a really out-of-the-way spot," I said. "I don't want these guys watching." "Don't worry, sweetie, I have a favorite corner. No one will see." Susie brought me back through the maze of sofas to the furthest one from the stage, and I immediately claimed it as my favorite as well. It faced the wall and was oriented such that no one could look around the side. It was also directly under one of the dim recessed lights, making it a little brighter than the others. It was perfect. I sat down and Susie sat with me, her legs across my lap. "We'll wait for the next song to get started," she said. "So, are you into guys too, or just girls?" "Girls only," I said. "But, I think any woman in your company would probably say that." "Stop it!" she said playfully. "You're making me all embarassed. So, what made you come in tonight?" "Well... let's just say I had a sudden opportunity to indulge in a little fantasy fulfillment." "Which fantasies are those?" she asked with a smile and narrowed eyes. How could I possibly explain? After all, there was no way she would believe that I'd been a woman for only a little over an hour. "I've always wanted to go somewhere where I could be surrounded by pretty girls and have then come up to me and invite me to make out," I improvised. "It's hard for me to take the initiative, since I never know if the woman I want is into it too." "Well, it's a good thing you came here then," Susie said. "Because I'm definitely into it, baby." A thrill ran through me as the next song began and Susie advanced on me, putting a leg over my lap and straddling me. A simple hook between her breasts came undone at the touch of her slender fingers, and her lovely tits emerged, full and soft with enticing nipples barely darker than her surrounding skin. A slight shrug let the dress fall from her shoulders and bared her to the waist. She gyrated to the music, rocking in circles in my lap and tossing her hair slightly this way and that. Her deep brown eyes stayed locked on mine, and I liked that; it made it feel as though she were really into it. I put my hands on her waist and felt her move, enjoying the soft and smooth feel of her skin and the warmth of her body. Suddenly she leaned into me and touched her lips to mine. An electric shock seemed to run through me, firing up my entire body and tingling every las nerve ending. She slipped her tongue between her lips and I accepted it, caressing her with mine in return. Nothing had ever turned me on so much as my first real lesbian kiss, the feel of my soft and feminine lips against hers. It was all I could do to maintain control and not surrender completely to that moment of passion, forgetting that I wasn't alone in a bed with a lover but in a strip club with a private dancer. "I think you like that," she whispered through lips that still caressed my own. "Yes," I breathed, unable to say more. "I like it too," she said, and I felt her smile. She kissed me some more, letting her tongue slide deep into my mouth, and then I felt her breasts press against... my own. Again I felt myself nearly overcome with arousal as I felt this new sensation that I had seen and imagined so many times, but never known. I wished we could both be naked together, lying back on a soft bed instead of this sofa, alone instead of surrounded by people. When Susie pulled up and raised her breasts to my lips, I did what came naturally, licking the nipples into my mouth and sucking gently on the delicious little buds. When she pulled back for a moment, I saw a perfect kiss-mark left behind on her right breast, and it gave me a new surge of excitement. The way I was becoming aroused was as new to me as everything else. I was used to feeling intense power in my cock, a need to thrust and penetrate, and a rush of blood to my face that was probably one of the reasons why I so enjoyed deep kissing. My new body felt the rush all over, and when Susie touched me it was like waves of fresh excitement spreading from those points throughout my whole body. The desires that came with a throbbing cock were gone; in their place was a need to embrace and welcome my lover into me, to put both arms and legs around her and draw her inside. It was an intense struggle to keep from giving in to these new and powerful desires, and maintain the decorum necessary in the place I was. I Am Woman Susie pulled away for a moment and turned around to give me an eyeful of her pleasantly round bottom, fully revealed in her thong panties, and while I enjoyed the feel of it I've never been overly excited by a woman's rear. When she sat in my lap and leaned back into me, inviting me to rub her tits from behind, I whispered, "You have a great ass, but I like the front of a woman better." "Do you really?" she smiled as she gyrated in my lap. "Maybe you'd like a little tit-to-tit action?" "Mm-hm," I agreed. She turned around and unbuttoned my blouse, smiling even wider when she realized I didn't have a bra on. When the last button was undone, she parted my shirt and leaned into me, pressing her nipples precisely against my own. The shudder of pleasure that ran through me was indescribeable, and for just a moment I thought I saw Susie's cool professionalism flicker as she felt a similar rush. She leaned in even closer and moaned quietly in my ear, licking it gently and fleetingly before bringing her lips around to kiss me again. I felt myself building toward what might have been a climax, though as a woman I'd never felt such a thing. Suddenly, tragically, she pulled away from me. "Would you like some more?" she asked. "I feel like we're just getting started here." I realized that the song had come to an end, and that Susie was graciously reminding me that to go further would add to my bill. I desperately wanted more, but if this was to be my only night as a woman, I also wanted to get the experience with as many partners as I could. "I think I could use a break," I said, the words not coming easily. "Are you sure?" she pressed, cupping her breasts in both hands as if offering them to me. "I intend to be here for a while tonight," I said with a smile. "My money needs to last." "Well, if you insist," she said, not losing her smile for a moment. She pulled her dress back up and hid her breasts from me once more, and gave me a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. "I hope I see you out there when it's my turn to dance," she said, and left to go find her next customer. * * * * * I had to take a moment to collect myself, and get my own blouse buttoned back up. When I stood, I felt an undeniable wetness between my legs, and it excited me even further. My face felt flushed and my knees were weak; I found myself wondering if a place like this had a ladies' room where I could freshen up. Back in a seat up from the stage, I ordered another peppermint schnapps from the waitress that came by next and drained it in a shot when she returned. The liquor calmed my nerves but did nothing to soothe my desire - rather, it loosened me up and made me feel even hotter for sex. I looked over the girls who wandered about the room or hung around by the bar, trying to decide if I had the nerve to make the first move. I had always had this problem in a strip club, unable to shake the feeling that the girls were just out of my league, never mind that they would all be receptive once cash was involved (had I tipped Susie? I must have, but I couldn't remember). Of course, some of them might not be willing to perform for another woman, but I knew that at least I'd be let down easy and that whoever it was would probably find me someone else who would be willing. I turned away two ladies who approached me, one because she was just too flat-chested and another because she looked to be in her late thirties and I was in the mood for younger girls. Of course, there's absolutely nothing wrong with a thirty or forty-year-old woman; they can be and often are incredibly sexy. It just wasn't what I wanted right then, and the advantage to a place like Treasures is that you get to pick and choose at will. Experiencing the pleasures of lesbian sex for the first time made me feel virginal, and I wanted young women so I could pretend that I was younger too. Eventually, I chose a very tall girl in high heels that made her even taller. Her name was Leslie, and she was dressed in something that reminded me of a "fembot" outfit, with silver bands across her breasts and waist, and a matching mini-skirt. I found that she wasn't quite as outgoing as Susie, preferring not to kiss deeply or get too close, and in addition her breasts were enhanced. I had never felt fake boobs before, and they just felt wrong, so in the end I didn't get nearly as much of a thrill out of her as Susie. Still, she was fun, and she left me with my state of excitement still running on high. The next girl I approached wasn't into performing for women, and I was thinking of moving on. I was on my way out the door when two fine-looking ladies stepped into my path. At Treasures, some of the girls will "dress up" in costume, creating the image of a cheerleader, or a nurse, or a fembot like Leslie, or something like that. The hotties in front of me had gone for costumes. One was a Latina girl with dark hair and green eyes wearing a full French Maid's outfit, with the little white apron and fishnet stockings. The other was a blue-eyed blonde, dressed in classic schoolgirl with the shirt tied instead of buttoned. They both looked hot. "Hi there," the blonde said with a smile. "Want to see something?" I had an idea what was coming, but it still gave me a rush when the girls turned to each other and tongue-kissed in front of me. After only a moment they parted, but the pretty blonde kept her hand on her partner's breast, massaging it slightly through the thin satin. "We like each other, and we like you," the maid said. "I'm Elena, this is Shana. Would you like to go play with us?" I'd had double-girl lapdances before, but of course, never as a woman myself. It took me less than half a second to make up my mind. "I'd like that a lot," I said. "I'm a bit thirsty," Shana said with a pout. "Maybe you could get me a glass of wine?" I'd been burned by the $50 drink before, and so I said, "That's not what I had in mind, ladies. I mean, I'd love to spend the next three songs alone with the two of you, but I was also thinking it would be a lot of fun to check out the lingerie studio around the corner." They weren't stupid - they knew that I was essentially giving them a friendly ultimatum. "Oh, trust me, we're much hotter than anyone you'll find over there," Elena said. "Maybe you could give us another chance to show you? Besides, they'll just hustle you." "Yeah, you don't want to go there," Shana insisted. I felt I'd made my point. I didn't really like all this bargaining and dealing, though, and I decided that after I'd had some fun with Elena and Shana I probably would head to a flat-rate modeling studio I knew of. "Shall we, then?" I accepted, taking their hands and letting them lead me into the darkened corner once again. Susie's favorite sofa was unoccupied, and so I found myself back in the place of a recent happy memory, this time with two girls alongside me. We sat together and waited for the current song to end so they could start dancing at the start of the next number. "I hope you don't mind my asking for a drink," Shana said. "We like to help out the waitresses, they deserve their tips too." "Don't worry, I make it a habit to be generous with them," I said. "I know they don't always get appreciated. But I'd rather spend my money on you girls then on the drinks." "If you don't mind my saying so, you're not like most women we see in here," Elena said. "Most of them are kind of intimidated, seeing as this is kind of a place geared for men. You seem a lot more relaxed. Have you been here before?" "Not as a woman," I blurted out. That raised an eyebrow on both sides. Oops, I thought. Bluff it out. "I mean, in the past I've dressed as a man when I come here, and since I never had a lapdance while dressed in drag, no one ever knew. Tonight is the first time I've been here like this." I felt a certain satisfaction in that everything I said was true. "Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed about coming in as yourself," Shana assured me. "We get women in here all the time. Some of them even say they're straight; they just want to know why their guys find this all so fascinating." "I like women better," Elena said. "Women are so soft and sexy, and I loved to be touched by another girl. I always approach the women here for a dance, and whenever Shana and I work together we try to team up. Have you ever been with two girls before?" I couldn't think of a clever way to bend the truth and still give the real answer, so I lied this time. "No," I replied. "You'll be my first." "This is going to be so much fun," Shana said with a seductive smile. Right at that moment, the next song started up. The girls got up and got started right away, pulling my legs apart and straddling each knee. Having my legs spread wide made me feel vulnerable and exposed in a way that it never had done to me as a man, and excited me right at the beginning. Shana and Elena didn't disappoint, allowing me a good view as they embraced and kissed deeply before my eyes. As they kissed they undressed each other at the top, Elena pulling apart the loose knot that held Shana's shirt together, and Shana pulling the lacy black-and-white top from Elena's bosom and stretching it down and over her nipples. I wanted them to have no illusions about my desire to participate, and so unbuttoned my own blouse as they involved themselves with each other for my pleasure. My tits (I still hadn't gotten used to having my tits) came into the open with hardening nipples that ached for the warm wetness of soft lips and a moist tongue. The girls looked at me and saw that I was matching their striptease item for item, and Shana gasped with a hand to her mouth. "Wow," she whispered, "you have really nice boobs!" "Mm, they do look delicious," Elena said, and lowered herself to the one nearest her. As Shana followed suit, I realized that in this night of fantasy fulfillment I was about to experience yet another hopeless desire, that of having two women suck at my tits at the same time. Then suddenly I was living the fantasy, feeling two sets of soft, wet lips caressing my nipples, tongues licking in circles around the hardening buds, each girl quietly moaning as they gave me more than twice the pleasure. I looked down and saw them gazing hungrily up at me over the soft roundness of my own breasts, and caught a glimpse of Elena reaching down between my wide-spread legs an instant before I felt a burst of fire that seemed to burn all the way through me. "I think your pussy's wet," she whispered around the nipple she held gently in her teeth. "My... my pussy?" I asked, bewildered from the new sensations and a haze of lust. "Let me touch, I want to feel it too," Shana begged as her hand joined Elena's and rubbed me through the thin cloth that covered my sex. "Ooh, she is wet. She must be very excited..." "Touch our bodies," Elena invited me as she straightened up in my lap and Shana came up beside her. I saw four lovely breasts all in a row, the inside pair - one from each of them - pressed together, close to my mouth. I kissed both nipples at the same time while my hands touched their other tits, indulging myself with these sexy, uninhibited girls. Soon Shana lowered her lips down with mine and we shared Elena's tit between us, licking her nipple and each other's tongues while the pretty Latina maid moaned and sighed with pleasure. Shana's hands felt for my breasts, gently stroking and squeezing them, and I returned the favor with one hand on her tit and the other on Elena's firm bottom, reaching up under her little black skirt to massage her bare flesh. "Can we take her home with us, Elena?" Shana whispered. "She's so hot, I want to feel her all over me..." "Let her lick your titties," Elena suggested. "She has such a nice tongue!" Shana leaned in and kissed me again, sucking my tongue into her mouth. "Mmm..." she purred. "That is a nice tongue. Would you like to lick my tits?" "I want to kiss you both first," I whispered, barely able to find my voice. The girls pulled me into a three-way embrace and we put lips and tongues together in my favorite kind of kiss. They felt my tits and my body with their soft, slender hands while I touched them in return, and all the while I got hotter and hotter, my pussy wetter and wetter. I had finally come to terms with the idea of "my pussy", something that had seemed too strange to deal with at first but had become impossible to ignore. My clit ached to be tickled and rubbed, my cunt longed for penetration. But I didn't want a man or a cock; my preferences hadn't changed that far. I wanted a woman's tongue, a woman's hand, a woman's touch. I couldn't tell whose hand it was that first slipped inside my pants, unfastening the button at the waist and sliding the zipper down to reveal my naked sex. I had worn no panties, and so nothing lay between me and the fingertip that found my clit - - and sent a wild shock through me! I held back a cry of pleasure only by pulling back and clenching down my teeth. Shana and Elena looked momentarily concerned, but soon realized that I had simply been overcome, and they smiled at each other knowingly. Another hand slipped into my pants and began slow, even strokes up and down my pussy lips, and while they touched me the girls kissed each other passionately, licking tongues and sucking lips, deep and hard, making me hot, making me... making me... come! The first wave of climactic pleasure hit me like the slap of warm water after a long dive into a pool, submerging me and invading all my senses. I felt it everywhere, throughout my entire body, not just where they touched me. A hand gently touched my lips and I realized I was moaning, and I managed to quiet myself though for the moment I didn't care if the whole world heard me. Wet lips and tongues kissed my mouth from both sides once again, and I felt a second wave, stronger but less focused than the first, spreading from my lips outward. In the tiny remaining rational corner of my mind, I knew it was the multiple orgasm, something I had only heard about until that moment. I might have gone on forever, lost in ecstacy like that, but my girls pulled their hands away at last and the climax faded, leaving a pleasant afterglow. "Wow," Elena whispered, genuinely impressed. "I wish I had orgasms like that. I'd never leave the damn house!" "That was really intense," Shana agreed. "You must have needed that one badly." "Mm-hm," I agreed. "I guess we need to wrap it up now, huh?" "Are you sure you want to quit now?" Elena asked. "I'd love to try and take you there again. Maybe we could get a bottle of bubbly and head to the champagne room together. I know another girl who'd love to join us, if you like redheads." I was tempted, but I still had one more adventure I wanted to try and I knew I could easily lose track of time again given the right stimulation. I certainly didn't want to end up with charges on my credit card, especially since it likely still had my real name. "Thanks, girls, but I think I need a breather," I said. "I don't honestly blame you," Shana admitted as she tied her shirt back on. * * * * * I left Treasures behind me after taking ten minutes to recompose myself as much as I could, my head reeling from the wild ride I'd just had in my first female orgasm. I had always heard that women could come more intensely then men - now I knew! I began to genuinely wonder if I wanted to go back when the night was through, but something about this night felt like a temporary situation - like driving a really nice rental car or sleeping in a soft and ultimately comfortable hotel bed. As wonderful as it felt, I knew it couldn't last. Soon I was calmed down enough to drive, and I headed further into the city, on the road to Trixie's, a private modeling studio I'd visited once before. Up until this night, it had been my most memorable sexcapade, a half-hour-long threesome with a hot blonde Barbie doll and a sexy raven-haired gothic slut. They hadn't let me fuck them but I had come twice anyway, and at the time I'd felt like I could have given each of them another shot if they'd opened their legs for my cock. Now, of course, that wasn't an issue. On the way over, I considered whether I wanted to go one-on-one or try another threesome. Both sounded appealing in different ways, and in the end I decided to go for the triple dip. I could always let one of them watch if I felt like getting it on with a single girl at a time. As far as what kind of woman she would be, I would have to wait until I got there, but Elena had put the idea of a redhead into my imagination so I hoped I would find one who was willing. I pulled into the parking lot behind Trixie's and turned off the car, grateful for having made it. I checked the time and realized that I had more than I'd thought; it was still only three-thirty. Might I be able to go for an hour instead of just a half? It would bankrupt my stash, but when would I ever get this kind of opportunity again? Before going inside, I took a moment to check my makeup. It had become rather smudged by my encounter with Shana and Elena, and I did my best to fix it. I could see that the hunger in my own eyes hadn't diminished a bit (not that I needed the visual cue to tell me that), and though I wasn't floating on cloud nine at the moment I was still definitely turned on. As a man, I knew that after an orgasm like I'd just had I would be entirely satisfied; as a woman, it seemed that the game went on until I was ready to stop. And I wasn't ready yet! * * * * * "Hi, welcome to Trixie's," said the smiling brunette behind the counter. "How are you tonight?" "Well, to be honest, it's been quite an evening," I said truthfully, "and I thought that an hour spent here would be a perfect wrap-up." "I couldn't agree more," she said, her smile growing wider. "So, you wanted to do a double session, then?" "In more ways than one," I replied, feeling bold. "I'd like to do an hour-long two-girl show, if that's possible." "That's great!" the girl enthused. "Have you been here before?" "It was a long time ago," I said, not entirely truthfully. "Can you tell me who's available right now?" "Take a look at our wall," she said, pointing to the left. I saw that there were only four girls this time instead of the dozen who had been here before. Not really surprising, as the previous visit had been at about nine in the evening, and here it was after three AM. Still, the girls were as hot as I'd remembered from the previous visit. "Are they all open to the idea of doing a girl-girl show?" I asked. "Well, Betty's never done it before, but she's busy right now anyway. The rest of us are open to it and we're all comfortable with each other." My face went warm as I enjoyed the idea of any of the women I saw making love to each other. With only three options to pick from, I chose pretty quickly. "Selena, is she ready to go?" "Uh-huh. Who else would you like to see?" I turned back to the counter. "You're very pretty," I said. "What's your name?" "Thanks! I'm Katie." "I would love to have you join us, Katie." "I was hoping you'd say that," she winked. "You're really pretty too, you know. What's your name?" "Michelle." "Come on back, Michelle. We'll get started." I hadn't had a lot of "private modeling" sessions, but I knew the drill well enough that Katie's instructions didn't come as any surprise: get undressed (she used the euphamism "birthday suit"), sit down on the towel on the chair, and wait for her to return. I did so and found I was excited about the very idea of her seeing me au naturel, something that as a man I'd never experienced. I even posed just a little on the chair, arching my back slightly and letting my tits thrust forward a bit. I Am Woman Katie came back in after a few minutes. She was a hot little number, with long and straight black hair that fell to the middle of her back, pale skin and dark eyes, and red lips that twitched in an adorable smirk when she smiled. She wore a black string bikini top and denim shorts cut way too high, black stockings and high heels. "So," she said, noticing that I was posing for her, "tell me a little about what you like." I went into a few details about my turn-ons and such, which she and Selena would soon follow to the letter. "And as much as I like your outfit," I concluded, "I wonder if you might have... a nurse's uniform back there somewhere?" "I think we can manage that," Katie said. "Just stay comfortable for a bit, and we'll be right back." I stayed, but I definitely couldn't relax and get comfortable. All the hot making out at the club had made me hungry for more and more, and having orgasms as a woman seemed to make me hornier instead of satisfying me. I hoped that being able to relax and fully indulge myself in two beautiful girls for a whole hour would give me a proper climax and close to the evening, because it was starting to feel like I'd just be horny forever. I wondered if it had to do with my new body; as a man, there would be a physical limit to how much I could perform, but as a woman, there was no reason why I might not have sex until the end of time and love every minute of it - at least that was how I felt at the time. I'm sure that not all women feel that way, but I think any of them might if they were given a chance to fulfill their ultimate fantasies multiple times in a given evening. The lights dimmed slightly, and sensuous music drifted into the air. I took a deep breath and watched the door for my hostesses. Katie came in first, sweetly dressed in a high-skirted candy-stripe nurse's uniform, complete with the little white hat. She winked and blew a kiss at me, then turned to the door to welcome her partner. Selena appeared, and I saw that in person she was even hotter than her picture. Her wavy red hair reached just past her shoulders, and her lovely green eyes sparkled enticingly. She was slightly taller than Katie, as tall as me in her red heels. In keeping with my chosen theme, she wore a white doctor's coat barely long enough to keep me from knowing whether she wore panties or not. I had told Katie that I wanted them to begin by pretending I wasn't there, and to simply put on a show where they focused on each other, so after a brief smile and wink in my direction Selena turned to Katie. Part of the show was to involve a little role-playing, and I was looking forward to what they might come up with. "Do you know why I've called you to my office, Nurse Katie?" Selena asked. "No, Doctor," Katie replied. She wasn't quite as good an actress as her partner, and had to stifle a giggle. I didn't mind - it made her look more nervous and excited, and that excited me. "It seems you've been very naughty with the patients," Selena said, circling around Katie and looking up and down her body. "We can't have that, you know." "I just want to make them feel better," Katie said. "I think," Selena said as she moved close in front of Katie and tipped her chin up with her hand, "that you're more interested in helping yourself than helping the patients. It is my professional medical opinion that you have a hyperactive libedo coupled with a considerable inhibition deficiency and nymphomaniacal tendencies." Katie looked shocked. "Wh-what does that mean, Doctor?" "It means that you're a little fuck-slut, Nurse Katie." Katie giggled again. "What can I do about it, Doctor?" Selena brushed back Katie's hair and let her hands travel down to the brunette's waist. "I prescribe intensive therapy, nurse. We'll just have to make sure that naughty libedo is satisfied before you interact with any of our patients." It was rather silly, of course, but I loved it all the same. I reached down to stroke myself and couldn't help but be momentarily surprised once again at what I didn't find between my legs. I felt a new rush of excitement as I gently began to stroke my pussy, and a further rush when Selena leaned in and momentarily kissed Katie's lips. "Um, shouldn't a male doctor be assigned to my case?" Katie asked, feigning nervousness and uncertainty. "I intend to handle this personally, Nurse Katie," Selena replied. "Obviously you aren't being completely satisfied by men, or you wouldn't be fucking four or five of our patients each day. So, it seems it's up to me to tame your tiger." Katie shivered and gasped as Selena's hand drifted between her legs. "Oh Doctor, I hope you can help me, but I've never been with a woman before..." That was one of my ideas. I had always been excited by the idea of a woman's first time with another woman. I think that most men who have girl-on-girl fantasies like to imagine that every woman is a potential lesbian, and that they only need to try each other to discover how hot it can be. It's bogus, sure, but it's fun to think about! Katie was certainly "learning" how hot sapphic sex could be, as Selena unbuttoned her cute candy-striped blouse and pushed it apart to expose a pair of firm, round tits in a sheer red bra. Tossing her hair aside to give me the best view, Selena leaned in close and ran her tongue up Katie's neck, inspiring a soft moan from the brunette. For a moment Selena's tongue lingered on Katie's earlobe, then traced back down her neck to lick her around the lips. Katie moaned louder and let her own tongue emerge to touch her lover's. Soon, the two hot women were kissing deeply and passionately, in the way I liked best, their lips parting occasionally to show that both women were thrusting tongues in each other's mouth, their hands wandering over one another's bodies and lingering over the breasts. My own fingers grew slick and wet as I pet my own naked pussy, enjoying the show they gave me and the idea of getting myself off in front of them. I felt uninhibited and free in a way that I never really did as a man, and I loved spreading my legs wide to touch myself, and the feel of my own breasts as I rubbed and squeezed them. "How do you feel now?" Selena asked Katie. "I'm so excited," Katie replied in a whisper. "You were right, Doctor... I need a woman. But I don't know how!" "I can show you," Selena said. "Come with me, I have someone here for you." Selena put out a hand for me and I reached out with trembling fingers to take it, ready to join these lovely girls. She stood behind me and put me between herself and Katie, cupping my breasts in her hands. I continued to stroke my pussy lips, intensely turned on by our game and by the women I played with. "This is Michelle," Selena purred as she stroked my body. "She likes to fuck pretty sluts like you, and she's really hot for pussy. I want you to kiss her like a lover." Katie smiled and brought her lips up to mine, eagerly pushing her tongue into my mouth. She tasted like strawberry candy, and she kissed with an enthusiasm and vigor that gave me warm chills. Selena put her anrs around both of us to pull all three of our bodies together, and I found myself sandwiched between two pretty and sexy girls, one exploring my mouth with a questing tongue, the other whispering hotly in my ear. "...that's right, kiss her deep... feel her body... make her want you..." Eventually, Katie let me up for air, and Selena released Katie from our embrace. She reclined on the chair where I had been before and unbuttoned her coat. She parted it just enough so that her nipples were left covered, but I could see that she had a nice, large set of tits, something the coat had hidden before. She spread her legs wide and revealed that she was wearing panties, but they were so tiny as to almost not be there; her pink lips actually showed on either side, and a bit of red curls emerged over the top. "Sit with me," Selena invited. "Nurse Katie wants to dance for you." I sat between her legs and let Selena ease me back into her lap until I lay with my neck between her breasts. She wrapped her legs on top of mine and pulled me in a bit closer, then laid her hands on my shoulders and began a slow, gentle massage. Katie smiled and began to gyrate to the soft music that filled the room, opening her bra clasp in the front and pulling to one side until it came all the way off. Her tits were only about hand-sized, smaller than mine and (from what I could tell) much smaller than the jugs on Selena's chest, but they stood up as if gravity weren't a concern and the nipples were a beautiful dark red. As she danced, Katie moistened her fingertips and rubbed her nipples to hardness, and as she did so I felt Selena's wet fingers do the same to me. "Come and lick Michelle's nipples, Nurse Katie," Selena commanded. "Of course, Doctor," Katie replied, crouching down and then crawling up my body until her face was level with my breasts. Her wet tongue licked long and slow over my right breast, then again, and again, until on the fourth stroke she put her lips around my nipple and sucked the little bud into her mouth. I reached down and felt her breasts with my hands, cupping them gently and rubbing the nipples in circles with my palms to keep them hard and excited. I wanted to put my legs around Katie and pull her body close to me, but Selena's legs on top of mine held me back. Katie kissed not only my nipples but all around both my tits, licking them wet and glistening from nipples to cleavage. Then she slid up my body and rubbed her tits into mine, the slippery sensation between us making me hot with pleasure and hungry for more. Her tongue back in my mouth kept my moans quiet and muffled. "That's enough of that, now, Nurse," Selena admonished gently. "Tits are wonderful, but she needs your pussy too. Show her the rest of your body." "Show me," I urged her. Katie's skirt slipped down her legs and revealed sheer red panties that left little to the imagination. She danced for me some more while Selena rubbed her hands all over my body, stroking my breasts and my thighs, easing my legs further and further apart. I wanted to touch either or both of them in return, feel the soft feminine flesh before my eyes, but they teased me instead and I loved it. I loved that I knew it was a tease with a purpose, that these two women would make good on their advances and make love to me. Finally, Katie dropped her panties and showed me her sex. Her lips were deliciously pink against creamy white thighs, her bush trimmed to a little heart. She wasted no time in giving me the closest possible look, climbing up the chair and spreading over my face. Resting between Selena's warm and firm tits, with Katie's succulent flower above me, I felt like I'd reached heaven. "She wants you to taste her," Selena whispered. "Go on... give her your tongue..." Her sweet pussy lowered toward me as I raised to meet her, and I felt moist lips touch my mouth. My tongue slipped into her pussy and licked upward toward her clit, savoring her honey and making her moan with heat. I loved licking clit for a woman who appreciated it (my wife didn't) and Katie definitely looked like she was getting off. Either she was a fine actress or she really enjoyed her work, either of which was good with me. After I had indulged myself in her for a long moment, Katie stepped down and offered a hand to pull me up. I rose from Selena's lap and Katie sat down on mine, with her legs around my waist. Our breasts came together as we kissed, her tongue licking around my mouth to taste her own secretions, and as I lay back into the chair with Katie on top of me I noticed that Selena was no longer there. Katie moved down my body and began to kiss and nuzzle my tits, and when she did I saw that Selena was standing in front of us, ready to strip down while Katie sucked my nipples and licked into my cleavage. When I felt Katie's hand moving up my thigh I spread my legs to invite her higher. Selena didn't waste time, whipping her coat open to show me her beautifully large and classically shaped breasts. Enticing tan lines made her tits stand out in alabaster with wide, pink nipples that needed badly to be sucked. Her white coat dropped to the floor as Selena launched into an erotic dance, whipping her beautiful red hair around and feeling her body all over with both hands. Her hand slid between her legs and stroked her clit through her tiny panties just as Katie touched me in the same place, and I reflexively arched my back and moaned with the sudden wave of pleasure. "Nurse Katie told me you like big titties, Michelle," Selena said to me. "Do you like mine?" "Mm-hm," I replied. Selena knelt on the end of the chair, between my wide-spread legs. "Want to come feel them?" Katie helped me up so that I could touch Selena's magnificent breasts. I took them in both hands and gently squeezed, caressing lightly and watching her nipples grow hard with excitement. I kissed one and then the other, leaving them wet so they would harden even more. When I went back to the first one, I found Katie already there, and we licked Selena's breast together, our tongues sliding against each other while we tickled her nipple. After a moment, I felt Selena's hand on her own breast, and she lifted it gently so that she could use her own tongue as well as ours, and soon the three of us were deeply engaged in the three-way kiss that I loved so much. Our breasts pressed together between us, and a pair of delicate hands, one from each of my lovers, reached between my legs to stroke my sex. "You're going to make me come," I whispered through the wet lips and tongues that caressed my mouth. "I want you to come," Selena whispered back. "Please, do it," Katie urged me. I felt the rush of climax once again, burning through my whole body, warm and wet and divine. The girls didn't let up for a moment but rather increased their fervor, kissing deeper, rubbing harder, making me come again and again until at last I fell back, unable to hold myself upright any longer. Through half-closed eyes, I saw the two girls continue to deep-kiss each other as they slowed and lightened their mutual touch on my pussy, until at last they broke apart and lay down on either side of me, breathing hard as if they had climaxed as well. "You liked that, didn't you?" Katie asked me. "Mmm, you're a naughty little slut just like Nurse Katie," Selena chided. "You like it when we fuck you, I know you do." "And when you kiss me," I whispered, unable to get enough of the fabulous sensation of two hot girls kissing me together. Their lips joined mine again, and we spent a happy few moments feeling each other's tongues slide together, feeling our moist lips kiss and suck, our bodies in close embrace. "We still have lots of time, you know," Katie said to me. She licked one finger and smiled, adding, "Mmm... your pussy tastes good. I'd really like to lick your clit, if you'll let me." "I want to lick your pussy too," Selena begged. "Can we do it together, please?" "Y-yes," I breathed. "That's our girl," Selena smiled. "Come on, Katie, let's show our new lover what we can really do." Both girls kissed my lips again, first one at a time and then together, and I felt their bodies pull away from me. I kept my eyes closed and let them do to me whatever they needed. Slender hands eased my thighs apart, and then I felt Katie's long hair touch my breasts from above. I realized that she was lowering herself onto me in a classic sixty-nine position, and felt a thrill of fresh excitement that I would experience this ultimate lesbian embrace. Soon her body rested in full on mine, her legs open above my lips. But it was not her tongue that I felt touch my pussy first. For a moment I was aware of only a pleasant warmth and softness between my legs, but when a hard bud stroked against my clit, I realized that what I felt was Selena's breast. "Mm, yeah, fuck her with your tits," Katie's voice said. "That's so hot, I - oh!" My tongue stroked across Katie's pussy, startling her. After a moment, I felt her relax again, her face lowered between my legs, and I felt her lips on my clit. For the first time, a woman kissed my pussy, and then I felt it for the second time as Selena's tongue joined Katy's. I couldn't help it - I gasped loudly and let out a groan as the two women licked my sex. I also felt a new need, one that I had never experienced before but that consumed me now, the need to be penetrated, the need to feel one of these pretty girls inside me. My hands, which had been caressing Katie's tits, moved up around her thighs and pulled her closer to me. Then I stopped for a moment to lick my finger instead of her clit, and after a moment's hesitation I slipped the moistened digit carefully inside her. "Oh, she's fucking me, Selena!" Katie hissed through clenched teeth. "Do you love it, you slut?" "Yes, it feels so good!" "Do you think she wants it?" "Give it to her, bitch! Fuck her good!" I steeled myself for Selena's invasion, not knowing what to expect, wondering if they knew that I was essentially a virgin. Her wet finger slid down between my pussy lips, I tensed, and then I felt her slowly begin to push inside me. "She's so tight," Selena whispered. "My God, she's perfect!" I barely heard her. What I felt was something I had never imagined. To be taken by someone like this, to feel her in me, was indescribeable. It was like a deep kiss, a questing tongue between my lips, only in a place that made every nerve in my body catch fire. I spread my legs wider to invite her in deeper, and felt her thrust all the way inside me. For just a moment it hurt, and I clenched my hands around Katie's thighs, but then the pain faded, and as Selena slid back and forth inside of me I felt only the wonderful pleasure of being a woman in lust. "Fuck me..." I breathed. "Please fuck me!" "I am inside you, and I am fucking you," Selena whispered. Between Selena's thrusting hand and Katie's questing tongue, it wasn't long before they had me climaxing again. this time it was like an explosion in my pussy, deep inside me, and I moaned out my pleasure with my tongue in Katie's cunt. When I was finished, Katie lifted herself off of me and Selena climbed up my body to lie on top of me, her huge breasts pushing pleasantly into my chest, her lips seeking my kiss. Her legs were spread around me this time, and I instinctively rocked my hips upward to try and fuck her. "Oh, is that what you want now?" Selena asked. "Damn, you never stop, do you? I'm glad there are two of us here to serve you, I think you'd wear me out on my own!" I wasn't sure what she meant, but then Katie helped me up so that Selena's legs and mine were scissored together, our pussies close to each other. With a little scooch on the chair, Selena brought us into contact, and I felt her wet sex on mine. "Now we can fuck each other," she whispered. "Come on, you sexy slut, let's make each other come good!" We began to rub our clits together, back and forth, up and down, slipping against each other's pussy in a wet and wild ride. Selena's big tits bouced as she rode me, and when she moaned and rubbed them I could tell that she really loved this, that it was getting her hot for real. Katie reappeared between us and began to suck my tits again, then Selena's, and then she pulled all our lips together to feel the three-way lesbian kiss again... I heard a bell, one that I had been warned would signal the end of the hour. "Don't you dare stop, you bitch," Selena hissed. "I'm going to come, keep fucking me!" Her words made me hotter than ever, as I realized this was no longer an act for her, that she really wanted it bad. I leaned into her and sucked her tongue into my mouth as I grinded my cunt into hers, feeling her tense just as I reached my final peak, and the two of us came together. I Am Woman After a long moment, and a longer kiss, I turned to see that Katie had backed away from us and fingered herself to her own orgasm. I reached out to touch her, and she joined our kiss for the last time. "You," said Selena as she tried to catch her breath, "can come back any time." "Definitely," Katie replied. As with all good things, our love-making came to an end, as Selena pulled away from me and she and Katie gathered up their costumes, leaving me to dress. * * * * * I drove home in a fog, exhausted and exhilerated, my mind still filled with the lovely images of erotic women making love to me and each other. I knew I had just lived a night like no man ever had before, and I might never again. My head was spinning and reeling so much that I was surprised to arrive back in my neighborhood without having driven off the road. I made one brief stop by the Wal-Mart where I had purchased my clothes, where I slipped them off and tossed them into a donation bin in the parking lot. I certainly didn't want to try and explain to my wife why there were women's clothes in our house that weren't hers! When I pulled up into my garage, the sky was just beginning to turn a deep blue from the coming dawn. I crept quietly inside my house and put everything back where I had found it, trying to make it look as though I'd never been gone. I then scrubbed the makeup off my face and flushed the wipes. I left no evidence. I climbed back into bed naked as I always sleep, and my wife rolled toward me. For an instant her hand brushed my tit, and I shuddered with the excitement of the touch and dread that she would awaken and find me as I was (oddly, the idea that I might still be a woman when we both woke up in the morning never occurred to me - I knew without even thinking about it that I would be changing back). "I had a dream," she mumbled in her sleep. "What was it?" I whispered, disguising my feminine voice. "I'll tell you tomorrow," she breathed. I dared to lean over and kiss her lips, enjnoying my final lesbian kiss with the woman I loved. Her familiar lips felt wonderful, and despite my exhaustion I wanted to take her then and make slow, deep, passionate love to her, show her what I had learned about how a woman feels and how incredible it can be when two women (or three) embrace each other as lovers. But I knew it was impossible. "That was nice," she whispered as our lips parted. "One more?" I gladly obliged her. * * * * * When I woke the next morning, the first thing I did was reach for the usual morning woodrow, and I found it. My Y-chromosomes had been restored, and I was myself again. I got up and looked in the mirror, just to confirm everything completely. It was me all right, looking a little more tired than usual but the same man I'd been the previous day. Naturally, the next thing I did was look for evidence of my nightly sexcapade, but I found nothing convincing. I couldn't swear that my car keys weren't exactly where I'd left them, and I had no idea what the mileage on my vehicle had been the night before. I had been very careful to put my wife's clothes and makeup back exactly as I had found them, so there were no clues there. I thought about checking my cash stash, but oddly I couldn't actually remember how much had been in there before, nor could I definitely recall having given any money to anyone during my wild night. My wife didn't remember our kiss when I had come home, or her dream the previous night except that it had been, in her words, "pretty naughty". Could I have dreamed the whole thing? If so, it had been the most intense dream I'd ever had, for the experiences still felt absolutely real. Besides, I knew I had had several orgasms and the sheets were dry. Perhaps I'd awakened in the night, gone out to the strip clubs as a man, and something had gone wonky in my head so that I remembered the evening as if I were a woman? It was crazy, but no crazier than the idea that it had really happened. Or maybe it had been real. Maybe I had become Queen for a Day. Maybe there was some power that really granted my impossible fantasy and made it true. I suppose I'll never really know what happened to me that night, if indeed anything did. One thing is for certain, though: I have the memories whether real or false, and those memories are of the most intense and erotic sexual high in my life. I wonder each night as I go to sleep whether it will ever happen again, and I can once again experience that which no man truly can: the ecstasy of lesbian lust. I Am Woman Their lips completely pressed together, Beth allowed herself to be swallowed whole by this female. Never before had any man blessed her with such a kiss. This was far more distinct. Minutes flowed past, yet both were not keeping count. Eyes fastened shut, and mouths secure, Shannon eased her tongue outward, falling into Beth's awaiting, and most willing mouth. Again, Beth moaned, realizing that another woman was savoring her saliva. Another woman... The thought sent an uncontrollable shudder throughout her subdued body. Shannon inched her mouth away briefly. "I love you so much." Whispered an undoubted Shannon. "I always have. Ever since I met you." With that, Beth briskly kissed her again, this time with unbridled pungency. Shannon digested her fervor, and met her kiss with equal eagerness. Their lips parted as Beth burrowed her face between Shannon's shapely cleavage. Feeling each tender breast on the sides of her face, Beth cooed her delight. "This is so right." Her arms wrapped themselves around Shannon's back, bringing her face deeper into the fold. How could any woman resist such passion-- such intensity? Why did Shannon wait so long to induct Beth into her world of indulgence? Wherever Shannon was taking her, Beth willingly allowed her to be her chieftain. Beth's gaze looked upward to catch Shannon's stare... There, tucked safely between her nourishing breasts was Beth's glowing face. Just as she had dreamt for so many months. "You're so beautiful." echoed Shannon. Her maternal instincts briefly took hold, and wanted Beth to feed from her life-giving breasts. Beth's hands extended up to clutch each precious mound... her fingernails dug themselves into the soft flesh, pressing the masses together as her tongue extended out to savor Shannon's flesh. Shannon, crippled in total awe, leaned over, and rested her head atop Beth's. Her lengthy strands of hair fell about, engulfing Beth's face totally. She could hear faint, muffled moans of ecstasy rustling from the depths of her buxom cleavage. This was simply too much as Shannon curled her arms around Beth to ensure she would never leave her. The two stood up; their gaze still affixed on one another. Shannon took Beth by her hands, and motioned for her to follow her. No words needed to be spoken, for both knew what was about to happen. They were to consummate this loving union. Shannon sauntered backwards, still clutching Beth's soft, motherly hands. Their gaze not broken as the two made their way down the hallway. The two were walking into foreign territory, yet together, as their entwined hands perfectly symbolized, they would discover things together, with each other... as one. The door to Beth's bedroom crept open, as Shannon was the first to enter. She wanted to be in her bedroom since this was where her angel rested her wings at night. This was her shrine, her temple of beauty and splendor. Shannon was still unclothed as Beth's gaze fell down to admire her hour glass figure. That smooth, fleshy stomach... her broad, yet modest shoulders. Ample hips that could easily bear a child... Both were now in her room, still quiet. Beth then reached under her sweatshirt, and began to lift off the constraining material. "Can I take off your clothes?" asked a somewhat bashful Shannon. With a warm smile, Beth extended her hands outward, happily granting her request. As she wove herself into her arms, Shannon coquettishly admitted; "I've always wanted to do that. You just don't know how long I've wanted this." With her admission, Beth blushed with a telling smile. "I never knew you cared for me like this. Why didn't you ever say anything?" asked the blonde. Their lips delicately brushed against each other's as Shannon answered. "I thought you would have turned me away. I was so scared." whispered a fragile Shannon. A quick, reassuring kiss soothed the doubt away... "No. I never would do that." assured Beth. Her words were spoken softly, almost hushed in a way. "But I'm glad you finally told Me." cooed Beth as she followed with a devoted kiss. "Really?" asked Shannon as she leaned her head back, exposing her bare neck for Beth's delight. Her lips anchored themselves upon her luscious flesh, moaning an intangible response of "Yes". Beth's hands reached up to hold Shannon's shoulders in place as she eased her back. Shannon stretched her neck back, letting her curled, elongated locks dangle freely behind her. She was in total rapture... The woman she had so long desired and secretly loved was now sowing bountiful wet kisses upon her neck. She just couldn't believe that Beth had accepted this. How fortunate could one be? Beth poised herself back, standing straight as Shannon's hands tumbled down Beth's side, still enveloped in a vigorous kiss. Her fingertips clinched the bottom of Beth's sweatshirt as Shannon unwillingly broke her kiss to watch Beth become completely unveiled. She so wanted to see this shrine of complete beauty, total magnificence in every way imaginable. Her abdomen was the first to feel the brisk air as the heavy material lifted up. Shannon whimpered as she saw the body being totally unsheathed. Beth willfully lifted her arms above her head as Shannon inched the sweater along, now revealing the fullness of her deserving breasts. "Oh, Beth." Shannon whispered faintly as her senses were flooded with the view. As Beth's lengthy golden hair lifted along with the shirt, Shannon quickly glanced to take in the full vista of her womanly outline. The way the curves flowed upward into her stomach, bending into her top half that retained her breasts. Her breasts were so full, quite a generous serving for whomever was fortunate enough to claim Beth as their lover. Her skin was flawless... no sign of any imperfections whatsoever. Shannon thought Beth had larger breasts than she did, but now she was convinced they both had equal mass. And her areolas... they were perfectly placed on the top of her mounds, as if it were like a Chocolate Kiss. As the shirt made its way past her wrists, Shannon felt a sudden whisk of cool air sweep across her face, coming from Beth's blonde locks settling across her now bare shoulders. The fragrance of her hair filled Shannon's nostrils as she shivered in ecstasy. Quickly letting go of the shirt, Shannon's face suddenly was void of all expression as the two suddenly fell into a profound stare. Taking hold of each other's hands, Beth watched as Shannon slowly knelt in front of her. For a fleeting moment, Beth thought she was to ask her hand in marriage. At least that's what most do, and if Shannon had asked that, Beth would have joyful said yes-- although she wouldn't confess that secret as of yet. All Beth could do was watch Shannon as she inched closer to her body. There, directly in front of her was Beth's creamy abdomen. Every inch of Beth was susceptible to Shannon's deep appreciation, yet her stomach held its command on her. She watched with reverence as Beth took in each breath... Raising her palm, she rested the flat of her hand upon Beth's tone skin. Closing her eyes, she brought her lips closer, gently kissing Beth's supple skin. Gingerly, she then pressed her cheek against her stomach, gasping as she did. For Shannon, nothing would give her greater satisfaction than to crawl inside her womb, becoming reborn in Beth's shining wake. She loved her that much. And it was her womb that Shannon felt most comfortable next to. It glowed with fertile opportunity in so many ways. Her hands fluttered up along Beth's freshly shaven legs to her waist, gripping the elastic band that held the pink boxer shorts. With a sensitive nudge, she motioned Beth to turn around for her, so she could attest that the riddance of the flimsy cloth would reveal two of the most mouth-watering ass cheeks she had ever seen. At certain times, Shannon would sneak a quick glance at Beth showering, and it never ceased to amaze her that her eyes would always saturate themselves with Beth's splendid backside. There was no longer the walls of secrecy and concealment of her hunger. Now, as she gently slipped the elastic band past the summit of Beth's globes, she sighed, finally at ease with herself, and her powerful feelings for Beth. Shannon noticed how the snug material seemed to press into the fleshy skin. With each hand on Beth's side, she delicately lowered the shorts passed the width of her hips. Releasing her fingers, she felt the fabric fall around Beth's ankles. Now, directly in front of her was Beth's ass... unblemished, and immaculate. "You're so beautiful, Beth" remarked Shannon as her grateful fingertips grazed each supple cheek. "Your ass... it's so wonderful." "Yea?" inquired Beth as she looked behind her right shoulder to see the spectacle. "Oh God yes." answered Shannon in defining awe. Her lips quickly divided themselves as she drove her face into the thickness of Beth's right cheek, sealing a moist kiss upon the sacred skin. "Oooh." replied Beth as she felt Shannon's tongue upon her flesh. "No one's ever kissed my ass like that before." "No one's ever loved you like I love you before." Shannon quickly placed another kiss upon a different portion of her ass. Warm, thick saliva coated the area where her initial kiss was, and it was all Shannon could do from not going completely mad, devouring her entire ass. Beth leaned forward, arching her back slightly so that Shannon could easily relish more of her derriere. Beth's eyes clamped shut as she felt Shannon's torrid breath cascade over her well rounded spheres. "Uhmmmmm" was all Beth heard as she knew Shannon would appreciate seeing her hunched over. Shannon couldn't say a thing since her mouth was absorbing itself amid the savory cleavage of her ass. Suddenly, Beth felt her back off. Looking around, she saw Shannon on her knees, trying to collect her senses. "Oh my." she sighed. "I can't have too much of a good thing." Said Shannon as she stood up. Beth turned to meet her in an irrefutable kiss. Beth held Shannon's head in her hands as she purred with affection. "Make love to me, Shannon..." uttered Beth as she planted several wet kisses across her face, and forehead. "Make me your woman. I want to be yours." Tears nearly seized Shannon as she heard Beth express her unconditional oath. With urgency, Shannon's arms grasped Beth's frame, thrusting the both of them backward onto Beth's mattress. Beth's hair flattened out upon the comforter as yet another kiss beguiled the young woman. Shannon was atop her as her arms still held its grasp. Beth was taken by her frenzy, but was reassured as Shannon's moans of bliss echoed throughout her ears. Their kiss was unmistakable. Their bond was flourishing with each passing moment. The slurps of their wet kisses filled the room as tongues intermeshed, lips quivered in wonder... A tear inched out of Shannon's eye as phrases and expressions of love were exchanged. There were no hurried or rapid movements on this night. Every ounce of Shannon's existence was poured upon Beth. Arms were stretched, muscles were massaged, and knolls of flesh worshipped in various ways... The two women left no stone upturned. Beth had never thought much about being involved with a woman until this night. Never before had she believed that another woman could carry such relevance with another. Admittedly, she assumed the role as the submissive one during the early hours of the night. But as the night handed over its authority to the early morning, Beth was transformed into a woman of boldness, a woman of unbridled seduction... she had become the enslaved vixen of Shannon's heart and soul. And before the two collapsed from exhaustion at 4pm the next day, she was fully convinced that she had fallen deeply in love with her roommate. As Shannon drifted off into sleep, lying upon Beth's left breast (she found that she fancied listening to her heartbeat), Beth gently woke her to express her feelings. Her drowsiness quickly faded away as the two sealed their union with a kiss, along with several tears of joy and serenity. The days and weeks that soon followed were wonderful. Shannon had moved out of her old bedroom, and moved into Beth's, leaving it as their guestroom. Beth soon ordained that her bed was now "our" bed, and even her language changed. Her expressions now consisted of "us", or "we". Pictures of the two soon decorated their home as the romance blossomed into a passionate, life-long love affair. Everything they did, they did together as a couple. They didn't care what others thought as they openly showed their affection in public. Shannon loved to buy Beth anything that had the color pink in it. They were always exchanging love cards, notes, anything to remind the other of the love in their hearts. When Shannon had to be at work before Beth, she would always leave love notes on the mirror in the bathroom, or in her car. And on the days when Shannon woke up earlier, she would sit beside their bed, and gaze at the well-defined muscles in Beth's back. She loved running the tip of her ring finger along her spine. And, on occasions, Shannon would wake Beth by engulfing her moist tongue in the furrow her upturned ass. It was irrefutable. Their souls were forever fused together by an undeniable love. The couple's thirst for experimentation also flourished. Beth had recently purchased a work out station for them, and began to enjoy thorough, exhaustive workout sessions with her mate. In less than a month, the two began noticing significant muscle tone development in each of their bodies. Shannon worked rigorously on developing the muscles in her buttocks as Beth focused on her abdomen muscles. On late nights, after a sweaty two hour work-out, the two would end up locked together in an intense sixty-nine on the bench press. Shannon always preferred Beth on top since she loved the sight of her tanned, and now, well toned ass. Nothing pleased her more than to feel Beth's scalding tongue forged deep inside her as she gazed up to admire her perspiring buttocks. Shannon was beginning to take notice of Beth's growing strength and fortitude during their lovemaking. The two never assumed any kind of dominant/submissive roles, but were considering exploring that avenue soon. Shannon felt that this likelihood was soon upon them after Beth had ravaged her in bed the previous night. The two owned a strap-on, but rarely used it as they thought using it would invoke feelings for a man. Yet, this particular night, Beth fastened the attachment on, and (what she called) "mated" with Shannon for well over an hour. If the truth had to be confessed, Shannon loved being controlled and used by her lover. Beth took the ritual to the next step as she pounded herself against Shannon. The sounds of their sweaty bodies slapping together echoed throughout her mind... "You like that? You want to be fucked, don't you?" What really made Shannon think was when Beth exclaimed that she wished she could impregnate Shannon. "I... I want to make you pregnant." she would gasp between the thrusts of her body. She couldn't remember much since it was such an intense moment for the two, but she clearly remembered Beth expressing her desire to make Shannon the mother of her child. The two had talked about adoption before, or even a donor, but this was something far more different. She knew it was biologically impossible, but yet, there was something very alluring about Beth making her pregnant. Shannon wanted to explore this... The next night, Beth's soft and modest side seemed prevalent as the two shared a cozy night in front of the TV, watching a movie. When the two went to bed, Shannon stood in front of their bed, and slowly untied the robe that she wore. As it fell to the floor, a telling gaze was shared as Shannon gradually ran her palms across her stomach, and pelvic muscles. Since they began dating, the two made it a point to rid their bedroom of all modern devices. No lights, phones, or clocks could be found in their special temple. Several candles were lit, accentuating Shannon's athletic body. "Look at my stomach, Beth. Look how tight I'm getting. Do you see that?" she asked in an appetizing voice. Beth was beneath the covers, all ready for bed. Now, she was sitting straight up as the drama began to unfold. Shannon had struck a sensitive nerve within her mate. Beth crawled out from under the sheets, and respectfully knelt on the edge of their bed. Shannon's hands pulsated up her stomach to lift her teeming breasts. "My body is so ripe, Beth. So healthy." purred Shannon. Shannon inched forward to Beth as she lifted her hand, and placed it upon Shannon's robust abdomen. Her sights transfixed, staring at the segment of Shannon's body. "You made me this way, Beth. You." "I did?' "Yes. And you can make me into something else... anything you want." A long pause followed as Beth placed both hands on each of Shannon's bronzed hips. Shannon poised her head, slowly stroking Beth's lips with hers ever so gently. Beth wanted to say something, but was unsure how to express herself. Shannon noticed her lover's dilemma. "What is it, sweetheart?" Beth looked down, almost ashamed in a way. Gathering her conviction, she took a breath, but paused. Shannon assured her by placing her hands upon her face gently. "Baby, look at me." Beth's eyes met with Shannon's. "You can tell me anything. Remember? No more secrets, or hiding our feelings. Tell me what you are thinking about." questioned Shannon in her most soothing, caring voice. "I just... I'm just so in love with you." uttered a helpless, somewhat fearful Beth. "Oh, Baby." cooed Shannon as she grasped her hands with hers tightly. The expression of love melted her heart. "Our love is so powerful, isn't it?" asked Beth. With bursting emotion, Shannon nodded yes. "I... I just want to see what would happen if we take it to a different level." Shannon could sense a different tone in Beth's voice. "What kind of level, sweetheart?" "Do you remember that tape you rented the first night we got together? The one with the slaves, and their master?" asked Beth. Shannon nodded yes. "Well, ever since I saw that, I..." Beth's voice broke off in fear. Shannon took her chin with her forefinger, motioning for her to look at her. "Its okay. What, sweetie? Tell me." Assured Shannon. Beth clutched her hands tightly, summoning her courage and strength. "I want to try that with you. I... I want to be your master." Responded Beth. Shannon looked off briefly, not knowing the full scope of her request. Beth knew she had stumped her. "It's just the idea of it. Remember how I said that woman surrendered to her totally? And you said you knew what it felt like because you wanted to surrender to me?" "Yea." "Well, that's what I mean." Explained Beth. Images of leather clad women filled Shannon's unsure mind. Her impression of domination was something far more different than Beth's. "Isn't that where you hurt people?" Asked Shannon. "Well, in some cases, but not this. I couldn't bring myself to hurt you. See, this is where I want to add my own twist to it. It's just such a powerful thing to me. How a person could abandon their own wishes for the sake of their partner. That's what I admire about it. How they loose their identity to become a servant, totally and unconditionally." Explained Beth. Shannon eased her fingertips up along Beth's arms, resting them on her shoulders. "Like what you did to me the other night?" "What do you mean?" Asked Beth. "When you used your strap-on on me. How you wanted to make me pregnant?" A still, hushed pause fell between the two. "Yes." Replied Beth. "I liked that. I liked how you controlled me." Beth sighed, relieved that Shannon was interested in this unique desire. I Am Woman "I couldn't stop thinking about it. That's why I was showing you my stomach a few minutes ago. I wanted to let you know that... that I was willing to be the mother of your child. I mean, I know it can't physically happen, but it's nice to like-pretend. Like it really could happen." Explained Shannon. "Well, they say the most erogenous part of a person is their mind." Beth said. Shannon nodded in agreement. "I like the thought of it." Said Shannon, as she looked off, immersed by the possibility. "I've always wanted to have a baby. It's like the ultimate bond between two people, you know? "An eternal bond." Whispered Beth. Shannon's eyes drifted back to Beth's, locking together in a telling gaze of complete understanding. As if Beth knew the most intimate desires of her heart. "Yes." Said Shannon under her breath. Their embrace solidified as Shannon was melted by Beth's keen perception. "I want to... I want to be your slave, Beth. No matter what, I'll do it. I don't care what the consequences are. I know its right." Beth was enamoured by hearing her lover speak those words. "This changes everything from now on, Shannon. Once you agree, your entire life will change. The only thing that will remain the same is my love for you. That's it." Explained Beth. "That's all that matters." retorted Shannon. Beth swallowed, knowing that they both stood before a massive threshold. This submission would be forever. Was she even sure about this? Was this erotic desire she had strong enough to alter her profound love affair with Shannon? "Then we'll begin tonight." Said Beth. THE SUBJUGATION Shannon was lead, completely naked, into the bathroom where she was instructed to sit in the tub. Beth turned on the water, and found a comfortable temperature. With a large bucket she had beneath the sink, she filled it to capacity, and brought it above Shannon's head. "You're going to be cleansed. Think of this as the old person you were being washed away. Let the water symbolize your inner will." Clarified Beth. The first downpour drenched Shannon's mane, bringing the spiraling locks down flat upon her neck. Her eyes closed, Shannon was baptized in the soothing warm water. Her mouth opened in refreshing delight. Beth watched as the water cascaded down the body she so adored. As the bucket ran dry, Beth instructed Shannon to remain still as she left the bathroom to retrieve a few items. A few minutes later, Beth returned with a pair of scissors, and a lengthy strand of rope. "Give me your wrists." Commanded Beth. She did so as Beth proceeded to tie her wrists together. Her actions weren't brutal, or forceful in any way, and Shannon took comfort in this. Shannon felt Beth crawl into the tub with her, kneeling behind her as she brought her hands around her to cup her moist breasts. Shannon felt Beth's breath flow into her ear. She had always loved hearing her panting like that. Shannon cringed. "Now, you're going to be shaved." Beth explained, whispering into her ear. "Every strand of hair you have represents the old Shannon, and it must be removed. This is part of the your cleansing. After your head and eyebrows are shaved, I will scrub every inch of your body. At that time, the Shannon we both know will cease to exist. I will give you a new name when I feel that you have rightfully earned it. Until then, you will be known as "the woman", and nothing more. And from now on, you will refer to me as "master", and not Beth. Do you understand?" Beth said in a most serious tone, massaging Shannon's breasts. Shannon gasped, closing her eyes. "Yes." After that, Beth began sheering the stands of hair. Shannon felt terrible about having her hair stripped away, but was reminded of her promise she made earlier that night. Total and unconditional. She was a woman of her word, and she was going to stick to it. She heard several slices that shed the tresses away. Closing her eyes, she kept envisioning what she would look like afterwards. What would she tell people at work? Soon, Beth had the mane shorn completely off as she got out of the tub to get her electric sheers. With a deafening hum, Beth wiped away the short bristles that remained of her once elegant and sumptuous mane of hair. All that remained was a barren void of whiskers and white skin. Now began the shaving. Lathering the soapy liquid in her hands, Beth massaged her slave's head tenderly, making sure she caressed the pours of her scalp. Shannon (now the Woman) was reminded of her days as a child when her loving Mother washed her hair in the tub, much like this. How shocked she would be to know that her little girl grew up to become enslaved by another female. She felt the plastic razor start at her forehead, easing it's way back along the crown of her head. Her Master's strokes were slow, and careful, and the Woman appreciated such tender finesse. Beth scrutinized her work; carefully inspecting her slave's skull to make sure not a hair remained. Then, she ordered the Woman to turn around so she could strip her of her eyebrows. Slowly and carefully, Shannon was transformed, shed from the normal embellishing elements that made her who she once was. A harsh, rugged scouring soon followed as her Master used brushes to cleanse her flesh. Every crevice and furrow was cleansed. Soon, the Woman was abruptly blindfolded and ordered to kneel in the tub. The Woman knew her backside was going to be used in some way or another. As she heard her Master fumble through her bathroom drawers, her mind began to wonder what on Earth she was going to do to her. Feeling her Master climb back into the tub, the Woman sighed in comfort knowing she wasn't alone. Without warning, she felt an object being eased into her ass. It wasn't a finger, or a tongue as she plainly could distinguish... this was something different. As the length of the object settled in her bowels, a torrent of amazing warmth saturated her intestines as slight convulsions rocked the Woman's backside. "Oooooh Be-I mean, Master." Cried the Woman. "Good. Very good." Cooed her Master. "You're learning." "What are you doing to my ass?" she asked. A hard slap fell on her left ass globe. The Woman jumped from the sting. "You never ask questions, Woman. Never. Do you understand?" said her Captor. "Yes" moaned the Woman as the pain subsided. "I don't want to hurt you, but this is how you have to learn. But since you didn't know, I'll answer your question. I'm giving you an enema. Like I said, you are going to be cleansed-inside and out. Now, I'm going to slip this out, but I want you to tighten your ass muscles and hold the liquid in." Her Master did so as the Woman complied. "Stand up. And continue holding the water inside you." Commanded the Master. The pain was unbearable. Her Master saw the anguish all over the Woman's face. She took the Woman by the hands, and guided her to the toilet where she was told to sit. There, she was allowed to expunge herself. "You didn't think I was going to let you do that in the tub now, do you?" said a more whimsical Master. The Woman was then lifted up, and led back to the tub. With her blindfold still on, her Master turned on the shower, and finished the bath. This unimaginable behavior sent shivers throughout the Woman's body. Her bathing was almost ceremonial in many ways, and terribly erotic in knowing her Master was molding her into someone new. Total and unconditional. After the bath, the Woman was ordered to stand completely still in the hallway until she was dried by the still air. Still bound at the wrists and blindfolded, the Woman's shivers were soon swept away as her Master closely inspected her body to make sure she was dry... about an hour later. During the agonizing wait, the Woman heard her Master around the house, watching television and fixing herself dinner. The aroma of the scrumptious meal filled her nostrils as she longed for just a crumb of food. Then, she felt a massive collar being strapped around her neck. "When you agreed to this, you lost all privileges of a human being. And starting right now, you will have to earn your right to be treated as such." Said her Master. Feeling a weighty chain being fastened to her collar, the Woman was lead through the house, and out the back door. The crisp air of the summer night brought goose bumps on her flesh, as well as erect nipples. The Woman was becoming frightened now, and she gasped in utter fright. Hearing her moans, her Master stuffed an object into her mouth, and felt straps being locked around her baldhead. What was happening to her? Was this what she got for loving the woman she so adored? What did Beth want from her? The Master led her to the back yard where the shed was. It was a flimsy structure that contained their lawn mower as well as other outdoor devices. Flinging open the metal door, Beth guided her slave to where a crude metal hook was embedded in the soil in the back corner. She presumed that the previous owners had a dog tied there at one time, and since her slave no longer had the rights of a human, she concluded that this was appropriate enough. At least she was giving the Woman shelter. Threading the chain through the hook, she secured her into place with two Master padlocks. Glancing around, Beth found an area of dirt where she could lay for the night. "There's a spot of dirt to your left that will be your bed." Said her Master. "You have to build yourself back up, Woman. You have been stripped of all that you know. And tomorrow when I wake you up, your reparation will start. Good night." Wrapping a rope around her slave's waist, Beth tied the wrist constraints to the rope so that she couldn't lift her arms passed her chest. Then, Beth placed ear protectors inside her Woman's ears. The soft, spongy material expanded, cutting off all sound. Muffled moans of dejection and abandonment were heard as Beth then walked out of the dark shed, and shut the metal door behind her. With another padlock, she locked the door behind her, and made her way to the confines of the cozy house. There she stood, chained like an animal. Blind, deaf, gagged, bound, and completely nude, the fumes of the gasoline and charcoal from the grill repulsed her. As she stumbled across the yard rakes and oily rags, she found the area of dirt her Master informed her of. It was much smaller than she had thought as she laid on her side, curling into a fetal position. She couldn't stretch out, or lay differently due to the harsh wooden crates surrounding her. Broken, the Woman began to weep as the chilly summer night caused her to tremble. Forsaken, alone, and cold. The next morning arrived at 5am when the Woman felt cold water splashing her frigid body. Jumping up in total shock, she hit her head against one of the wooden crates accidentally. Disoriented from the haziness of sleep and the sharp pain in her head, she felt herself being whisked upon her feet by the chain that was attached to her collar. The Woman thought last night was a nightmare, and sincerely believed she would wake up in the comfort of her bed, nuzzled against Beth. This would remain a fading dream as she stumbled out of the metal shed, and into the yard. She vaguely remembered when she moved in that a tall; privacy fence concealed the back yard. She rarely ventured out since most of her time was spent with either Beth, or at her job. Her job! She had to be at work today! What was she going to do about that? She felt her master remove the gag that stifled her mouth as she gasped for a unconfined breath of fresh air. "Beth, I have to be at work today. I'll be fired..." the Woman helplessly expressed as a hand fell hard across her face. "You worthless bitch!" screamed the Woman as several more strikes landed across her face. "I told you that anything and everything of the old you no longer mattered." Said her Master in a scathing voice. "Did you not hear me when I told you that?" Another fierce punch struck her face again and again. "And you never, NEVER call me by that name again!" The Woman was knocked about as she then felt the gag being stuffed back in her mouth. This time, there was no gentle finesse in the Master's actions. She was barbaric, and certainly not happy with her slave. "I was going to feed you this morning, but since you obviously still think you have the ability to speak, you'll have to continue wearing this. It's up to you." Said her Master. "You have to realize that you determine the outcome of your transformation. All that you once knew, everything that made you who you were is now gone. You are no longer living for your own selfish needs. Pride and vanity have no place in surrendering yourself to someone. Do you understand?" The Woman tediously nodded her head yes, realizing her Master had a point. She probably was selfish in their relationship, putting her own needs and wants above Beth's. If she did truly love her, then setting aside those egotistical traits made perfect sense. After all, she did love Beth very much, and if this is what it took to be with her forever, then she would live through the suffering... the rebuilding of her own self. The Woman began to somewhat grasp her Master's methods. Afterwards, her arms were lifted above her head as she was tied to the wall of the house. The coarse bricks scraped against her sensitive backside as she was given a harsh bath from the water hose outside. No soap, or silky lathering- just water, and nothing else. From there, she was lead across the yard, and anchored to the clothesline pole. Her arms stretched out to each side, going along with the "T" shape of the metal beam. Rope then affixed her arms to each pole as her Master began to unfasten the blindfold that had been covering her eyes since last night. The blazing sunshine blinded the Woman as she tried to gain her senses back. The last thing she saw was the tub in the bathroom. And now, standing before her, was her Master. The lengthy blonde hair that she had so treasured was pulled straight back, and meshed into a bun. No make up, or even a hint of eyeliner was found. She then noticed she was wearing cut-off jeans, and her work out top that accentuated her plump breasts. The early morning cool air was soon giving way to the sweltering heat as a thin sheet of perspiration coated her Master. In a rugged, ambiguous way, she looked remarkable. Perhaps Beth was also metamorphosing along with her vassal. Heading back inside the house, the Woman began looking around her, trying to see if anyone could see her bound to the metal object. Dejected, she saw no signs of a home, or anything that towered above the tall wooden fence. She was safely obscured from the entire world. The Master soon came back out, carrying a bundle of gray flannel sheets, a fabric measuring spool, and a stapler. Dropping the sheets, she started to measure the Woman's hips, bust, and waist. "I'll weigh you later..." Her master said as she wrote her measurements on a pad of paper she had in her back pocket. "... just in case I want to auction you off." She then took the bundle of sheets, and began shredding them into wide layers. The Woman noticed that several dark stains blotted the material. "I saved these rags to clean around the house since I don't sleep on them anymore. I think my Brother used them to change the oil in his car a few times. They're pretty useless now, just like you." She said as she wrapped the fabric around her groin, and her bust. Grabbing the stapler, she then stapled the ends of the fabric together so that they wouldn't fall off her body. Shannon looked down to see her new, jagged outfit. The unraveled threads of the material dangled about as the loose fabric barely concealed her cleavage and groin. A large oil stain covered her left breast as her Master stepped back to gaze at the sight. "We'll use your rags to clean the bathroom later today." Said her Master. "Get used to them because they are the only thing you own now." Unfastened from the pole, Beth lead the Woman to a spot in the yard where she was instructed to kneel. Stepping away for a few moments, the Woman quickly looked up to see that she could make a quick dash for freedom. The thought of escaping this inhuman treatment appealed to her, but then, where would she go? What would she do? Go to her parents looking like an untamed beast? Hairless and looking like a freak of nature? Who else would take her in like this except for her Master? At least she was giving her this invaluable time. She sighed deeply, and regressed back into her subdued state of mind. Yet, in this state, she was somehow beginning to enjoy this treatment. Perhaps that was why she didn't escape? Coming back, the Master tossed down a large shovel in front of the Woman. Looking up, she wore a confused look on her face. "The main water line needs to be replaced." Said the Master as she began to point out where the line started, and ended. "You'll dig it up, and put in the new one. You need the sunshine and exercise anyway. Get to work." Commanded the towering female. This command, for some reason, had no doubts, or sighs of displeasure from the Woman. Snatching the shovel, the Woman started to dig into the ground beneath her. The day was now moving into the late morning hours as the humidity began to rise. The heat from the sun also began to take its toll on the young slave. She had never performed manual labor in her life, perhaps now was the time she learned. She was told that the pipe was under eight feet of soil, and that it would probably be a four-day job. Beth was surprised to see that the Woman wasn't willfully objecting to the orders. Taken by this, Beth pulled up her lawn chair, and sat next to where her slave was laboriously struggling to dig the trench. The sight of her sweat-covered body, enshrined in those shorn rags aroused Beth. Struggling with each pile of dirt, Beth became overwhelmed with an unquenchable eagerness to fuck her slave. Going back inside the house, Beth found her strap-on, and shed her garments as she fastened the protruding stalk upon her waist. Back outside, she approached the Woman with a fierce will to pound herself into the sweaty woman. Ordering her to stop, Beth twisted her slave to the ground, and onto her stomach. Mounting the perspiring being of flesh, Beth vigorously tucked the plastic cock inside her slave's womb. With her arm, she took hold of the Woman's neck into the fold in her arm, locking her into place so that she couldn't move. What followed was the most intense sex both had ever experienced. Beth towered in awe as her groin slapped against the moistened flesh of the enslaved woman. Moans of slight pain and soaring pleasure washed across the Woman's exhausted body as she gazed behind her shoulder to see her Master's breasts swaying with each forceful thrust. Her fingers dug themselves into the soil as her whimpers were quickly converted to screams of unconstrained euphoria. Beth gazed down to see her slave's skin shining beneath the perspiration. Her bald head, still swaddled with the leather straps that held the gag in place... Beth could do anything she wanted to this woman... anything. Dismounting the Woman, Beth quickly shed the strap-on, and released the gag from her slave's mouth. Gasping in sheer ecstasy, the Master and her slave shared a scalding kiss. Hunger overtook the Woman as she swallowed Beth's tongue, savoring it as best she could. Beth broke off the kiss, positioning herself on top in a sixty-nine. "Oooooh." Mumbled the Woman as she beheld the magnificent sight of Beth's ass cheeks draped above her face. With each set of fingers, she widened her luscious crevice, and smothered her mouth between the folds of her dripping wet vagina. The two were arrested by the moment, like two animals liberated from years of captivity. Beth's mouth surrounded her slave's fertile pussy, relishing the succulent juices that flowed from her essence. Garbled moans swelled from both women as the initial waves of orgasm began to apprehend Beth. Beth now became her slave, and as she crumbled atop her, every muscle and every thought within Beth converged together as she lifted her head... eyes gazing upward, staring into the abyss of pure rapture as the Woman's tongue lay flat against her delicate clit. Beth gripped the Woman's thighs tightly as she couldn't believe the strength this particular orgasm. Amazement and complete wonder doused her mind as she felt a tongue ease deep inside. I Am Woman "You're tongue fucking me..." gasped Beth. She pressed her face against her slave's sweaty left thigh as she closed her eyes. Her mouth fell open. "So deep. You're so deep. You're inside me." Declared Beth between breaths. Never before had Shannon been so bold... Then, a torrent of orgasm surged from within Beth. The Woman felt this, and gently grasped each moistened cheek of Beth's ass. Then, a surge of pungent liquid filled the slave's mouth. Startled, the Woman could only squeeze Beth's cheeks tighter, securing her mouth around the fountain that now sprang forth a nourishing substance. Beth's back twisted in several directions as her entire body united in a splintering culmination of unquestionable ecstasy. The Woman savored Beth's nectar, swallowing it several times as the warmth filled her empty stomach. The Woman shivered, knowing that Beth's most intimate juices were being absorbed into her own body. Beth was now a part of the Woman, and with each gulp of orgasm she ingested, it only furthered their eternal relationship. She would never leave Beth now. How could she? Beth's living essence was now coursing throughout her veins. This carnal act intimately epitomized lifetime slavery. Catching her breath, the Master descended from her slave's structure, and rewarded her with a promising kiss. Allowing her sensitive traits to surface, the Master clutched the sides of the Woman's head as a silent pause followed. "Who are you?" Asked the Master. "I am no one." Replied the Woman. "What's your name?" With a void, yet confident gaze, she replied; "Woman. Nothing more." A NEW WOMAN After days of backbreaking labor, the water line was replaced. The blistering heat shed more than fifteen pounds from the Woman as Beth kept a concise record of her daily measurements. Two inches came off her hips in two weeks time as the Master began a rigorous training schedule of weight lifting, and muscle development. Her diet now consisted of muscle building foods and liquids. The Woman's began daily instruction began at 5am where Beth would focus on each set of muscles, strengthening them to their maximum potential. Bench pressing, squatting, chin-ups, push-ups, and several other exercises were practiced. At times, Beth even sat herself on the Woman's backside to make her push-ups even more arduous. Purchasing a new treadmill, Beth quickly put it to use, making the Woman run miles at a time. Before long, the Woman was running up to ten miles a day. Beth was determined to mold her slave into a shrine of muscle bound strength. The Woman's white, bald head now retained a deep tan as with the rest of her body due to the countless hours spent laboring in the yard. In fact, the Woman had begun to fancy her baldness, and had begged to be shaved every three days from head to toe. After all the yard work Beth had ordered was finished, the Woman was moved indoors during the day time to completely remodel the home. Beth witnessed in awe how easily her slave performed such rigorous tasks, such as lifting heavy furniture, and stripping the floors. The personal items of the Woman's previous life were gathered, and taken to the local Good-Will store. Favorite dresses, undergarments, stereos, pictures, brushes, and make-up kits were thrown into huge plastic bags, and given away to someone who could put them to use. The only sole possession the Woman had to worry about were the rags that carelessly clung to her now robust body. Making friends with some of the local Sub/Dom females, Beth had invited over a tattoo artist over for dinner one evening. After treating her to a wonderful meal, Beth introduced her to the Woman, and asked to tattoo her new name on her left shoulder, and groin. Agreeing, the artist politely asked what her name was. She was hoping that it wouldn't be a long, difficult name that had to be written in calligraphy. She was happily surprised to hear that only ten letters had to be engraved. Soon, the process began as Beth chained the Woman to several wall-anchored rivets that were placed in the Woman's old bedroom. Beth smiled, knowing that the name she had chosen for her slave was permanently being forged into flesh. These tattoos would forever embody Shannon's subjugation for the rest of her life. The letters soon took form as the word "WOMAN" were imprinted on the bronzed, athletic shoulder. At night before bedtime, Beth made the Woman stand on a special wooden riser that she had built. With four, flame burning insect repelling torches placed at each corner of the wooden riser, Beth adorned her slave in thick, heavy chains. Beth loved the way her deeply tanned flesh glowed beneath the silvery mass of constraints. The Woman was ordered to look straight ahead, not to acknowledge anything at all. She was nothing more than sculpted meat, property owned by her loving Master. The Master would then saunter around the platform, closely inspecting her esteemed helot. What was once a soft, petite body of womanly desire was now becoming a physique all unto it's very own. As the inspection continued, Beth would ask; "What have you learned today?" But, it wasn't long before she would ask the obvious question; "Who are you?" The answer was now engrained in the Woman's soul. She thought it, lived it, and breathed it... "I am no one. My name is Woman." Four months after the Woman's submission, the Master decided that she should appoint her slave to "sub-human" status. This decree would allow the Woman to be moved from her primitive quarters in the shed, to her new shelter beneath the house. The gag, blindfold, and earmuffs would still have to be in place, and it was often that the Woman would place the constraints upon herself. But Beth now had a different idea of how her slave should sleep at night. She wanted the conditions to be more dingy so the Woman have a better understanding of her body. Being beneath her at night with the pipes and other sewage devices fascinated Beth. Knocking out a wide hole at the bottom side of the house, Beth made the Woman construct a wooden skid big enough to restrain her to. With rollers on the bottom, this would enable Beth to simply chain her slave to the skid, and roll her into the darkened dugout of the home. The idea of the Woman being immobile for several hours intrigued her, and soon, the resting quarters was in operation. Winter was soon upon them as all the training now took place inside. The Woman's flesh now burst with ripened muscles. Her abdomen-- rugged as a washboard. Broad shoulders that exuded pure strength... The soft, feminine features that Beth first made love to was now a distant memory. Her weight was now a healthy 118 pounds, her body fat was practically non-existent. Beth knew that if she compared her slave to any man, her Woman would put him to complete shame. Beth glowed with pride for her slave. She had stripped Shannon of all that she once was, chiseling her into a healthy, strapping young woman. She was void of all identity, numb to every taboo whim. It was distastefully erotic what she had done to her. As the harsh winter months set in, Beth had the Woman construct her a wooden cage for her to use inside. The nights when the temperature dropped below zero degrees was simply too much. And yet, Beth had never heard a moan, or whimper of displeasure from the Woman. Making sure the dimensions were big enough for her slave to kneel in, she had her place the cage inside her room. It had been well over half a year since the Woman set foot in her once lavish room. Beth knew seeing the room would trigger some kind of response, but none came. In a way, Beth had hoped to see her blush, and joyfully run into her arms for a kiss. But that never happened. In the months since she enslaved Shannon, Beth was beginning to miss sharing her bed with a warm body. Waking up the next morning, Beth disregarded the Woman in the cage all together, leaving her locked inside the crude apparatus all day long. The next day, Beth called one of her new Dom friends over for lunch. She had met this Mistress through the local sex paper, and wanted to get her opinion of her Woman. As the Woman served them lunch, Beth was asked a flurry of questions about who her slave once was, and how she stripped her of her identity. The Mistress suggested several ideas and tips to further her enslavement such as pain, and torture. Beth respectfully rejected the notion as she then showed the Mistress photographs of who the Woman once was. "You have to be kidding? This can't be her!" remarked the overwhelmed Mistress. "She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen! And you did that to her?" "She willfully gave herself to me. I'm sure you know what that is like, Mistress." "Yes, but only for a few days, even weeks perhaps, but this..." She sighed. "... she's been in captivity for almost a year?" "Yes." Glowed Beth as she glanced over at the Woman, giving her a soft smile. "I've heard about a few like this, but this is lifetime slavery, isn't it?" Nodding her head, Beth stood proudly as she approached her kneeling slave. Instructing her to stand, she stood on her side, pulling on her choker tightly. "Who are you?" whispered Beth into her ear. "I am no one. My name is Woman." Said the void and barren Woman. The Mistress shook her head in complete awe, noticing the shorn, oily rags the slave still wore. "This is incredible." She said as she stood to marvel at the brawny, robust woman. The Woman gazed forward, not acknowledging anyone next to her whatsoever. Beth had always instructed her to do that if no commands were given. "She's so beautiful. You conceived her in the most perfect form, didn't you?" asked the Mistress. Beth nodded in agreement. "What I like is when I tell her to make love to me. She'll pick me up, and carry me into my bedroom, and pound me into oblivion." Beth explained. "Oh, so you let her do that?" asked the curious Mistress. "Absolutely. She's worked very hard to earn that right." Said Beth as she ran her right hand across the Woman's oily, muscular chest. "If you want, I'll show you more of what she can do." Replied an aroused Beth. Intrigued, the Mistress sauntered away with both Captor, and slave into the workout room. Ordered to begin bench pressing, the Woman easily pressed 350 pounds. Grunts of exertion were heard as the Mistress gazed in complete awe, standing in front of the spectacle with Beth. "See the form as it lifts? Look at how the muscles boil with pure energy." illustrated Beth. Sent over to the treadmill, Beth set a steep incline to the machine, and threw the slave onto the runway. Starting the pace slow, Beth pointed out how the muscles in the legs were ripened. They could hear pants of heaving breathing as Beth increased the speed gradually. The Mistress marveled at how such sheer perfection could be created. The Mistress was very impressed how Beth had converted her slave into such a wonderfully developed body-- Herculean in several respects. Gone were Shannon's soft abounding breasts, wide childbearing hips, and the thick, fleshy thighs. Now, draped in barbaric fabric that barely clung together by crude metal staples, Shannon was a mortal symbol of strength and fortitude. With not a sliver of hair to be found on her ripe, golden body, she epitomized the very core of vitality. The Mistress asked Beth if she would ever consider enslaving other women, claiming that her method would shatter drug addictions, weight problems, and any other dilemma that impeded a woman's life. Intrigued, Beth agreed to consider it. "I always reward her for obedient performance." said Beth as the Mistress watched the Woman kneel in front of the bench press, and arch her sweat drenched back. Beth knelt behind her, resting each palm on the well-defined mounds of her ass. An obvious craving fell over Beth as she meticulously skimmed the surface of her slave's ass with her tongue. The Mistress sighed; knowing how fantastic Beth must have felt since she herself had performed this method of compensation many times before. Beth's fingers pacified each muscular cheek as a thin sheet of saliva coated the Woman's right ass globe. With her mouth open, Beth whimpered, delighted in deluging her slave's buttocks. Without warning, the Mistress saw the Woman's body stiffen as Beth's mouth disappeared between the heightened cleavage. Pressing each cheek together against her face, Beth's eyelids fell shut as her mouth French kissed the Woman's sensitive asshole. It was a display of the most titillating desire the Mistress had ever seen. Seeing the two women together-- one of soft, subtle features, and the other with such muscular definition, made for a refined erotic contrast. She knew that beneath the enslavement, beneath all the scrupulous calisthenics, an obvious union was being nourished. And as the Mistress watched the Woman carry her spouse into their bedroom, she knew that the two were in fact slaves to each other, no matter whom dictated the orders. And as Beth's delicate hands cradled Shannon's bald head between her Motherly, life-giving breasts, the Mistress heard a faint whisper... "I love you, Shannon." The Woman had finally become a person once more. THE END