13 comments/ 35411 views/ 20 favorites Jemima's Tale Pt. 01 By: jemimaheart An erotic tale from Jemima Cranshaw ***** Part 1 - Aftermath I'm exhausted. I'm still lying where he left me: half-naked, covered in sweat and face-down on my own living-room carpet. The wet patches under my thighs and stomach feel tight and sticky on my bare skin. The wool carpet is itchy against my right cheek and uncovered waist. The whole room seems to distinctly smell of sex - the sweet musk of sperm, to be more precise... Sweat cools on my forehead as I gingerly move my left hand down, passing the damp limpness of my satiated prick, to reach under my raised left leg, with the aim of trying to gently sooth the dull ache that throbs between my buttocks. There was no escaping the fact that I had been well and truly fucked... Images of the previous few hours flit restlessly across my mind, strange memories of new feelings and sensations that I had never known before today. Never before have I had to face myself with the knowledge that my lips and hands and body had touched and caressed and sexually explored another man. That I had played the female for him, first performing intimate sexual acts for his pleasure, before finally letting him use me to satisfy his lust. Even now, half-undressed in frilly white lingerie, I was spread out across a carpet still damp with the evidence of our coupling - not only his semen but also my own. My cheeks grow warm at the thought that only an hour ago people were walking past my front window - literally just feet away from the scene of my debasement. If their vision had managed to penetrate the obscuring white net curtains, they could have seen me in my full shameful glory: down on all fours in the middle of the floor, desperately thrusting my bare bottom for it was worth back into the groin of the naked blond man kneeling up behind me... At this image, I once more feel the strong hands round my waist, holding me down firmly, brooking no escape from the stiff demands of his cock. With a remembered thrill of lust, my own prick once more complies obediently with my new-found role, stirring gently against my sticky thigh at my reawakening excitement (...I had let that man - that stranger - fuck me like I was a woman...) and I had loved it. All my unthinkable, long-buried desires had rushed to the surface and come tumbling out at last, clumsy and desperate with the strength of their need. There was no excuse left for me - no-one had forced me to accept his kisses or suck his prick, and neither had I been held down and raped - what I had done today, I had done willingly, unleashing all my hidden lustful fantasies of offering myself to a man to fulfil his every sexual need and desire. No longer could I pretend that my dressing up and my 'special sessions' were just a release of innocent fantasy; now I had exposed myself as someone who derived his greatest sexual excitement from actively playing the feminine role in bed. Gay, queer, homosexual - the words were probably true but my throbbing anus didn't care, it just knew the wonderful, panting, excitement that had come from being opened and stretched by a stiff, thrusting prick. How long ago it seemed since all I knew was my old world, the solitary world of secret desires and unfulfilled longings... Part 2 - Preparing for Pleasure Inevitably, the day had dragged at work, and I was out of the office door and walking home, dead on leaving time. Even as I walked along the street, tempting pictures of the secret hoard that awaited me in the back of my bedroom wardrobe formed in my mind and I was glad that the length of my jacket obscured my burgeoning hard-on from the traffic. Once home, I rushed upstairs, quickly stripped off my everyday clothing and went into the shower. When I emerged with smooth-shaven legs and behind, perfumed and talcum-powdered all over, it felt like I had finally rid myself of the day. I went into the bedroom, opened the large mirrored wardrobe door and retrieved the innocent looking box labelled 'photocopy paper'. Inside, carefully folded and wrapped in tissues, numerous items of feminine apparel lay waiting to be enjoyed. Carefully I extracted my intended outfit for the evening and laid it out ritually on the bed: two white satin hair ribbons; a white satin choker; sheer white silk stockings with deep lace tops, pretty white lace strapless bra - full cup and expertly padded, a white satin baby-doll nightdress with matching frilly-backed pants; matching white satin suspender-belt, fingerless opera gloves in white lace; white leather stilettoes with 3-inch heels; To complete the look, a pair of long clip-on silver earrings and matching ankle-bracelet. Then I set out the necessary items to complete my fantasy session: a pink latex anal vibrator; a 7-inch long, flesh-coloured, dildo - shaped like a real phallus; jar of lubricant and box of tissues; a 12-inch metal ruler; four meter lengths of nylon cord... My make-up box went on the dressing table, then I put my maids dress, basque, playsuits and other delights back in the box, restoring it to its hiding place in the wardrobe. I sat on the bed and selected the colour scheme for my lipstick and eyeshadow. My reflection in the mirror watched as gradually normal everyday features became carefully transformed with an application of pale blue eyeshadow, a light touch of mascara and the drawing on of full, luscious, red lips. A hint of blusher to accent the cheekbones and an altogether more feminine reflection appeared in the mirror. This was Jemima - her open, inexperienced, features contrasting with the sparkle of intense longing and passion that shone in her seductively made-up eyes. She wanted to express her feelings and herself so much, but always, when she started to let go, their very nature and strength overwhelmed and frightened her. Only when she really could not stand it any longer, like today, would she allow her inner self out to satiate itself with a few precious hours of guilt and pleasure. I took the ribbons and tied up my fair-brown, shoulder-length, hair into two cute schoolgirl bunches high up on my head. The lace choker went round my neck, tying at the back with a bow. The delicate material brushed my smoothly powdered chin and I pouted into the mirror, admiring the effect. My heart was already beating a little faster with the forbidden excitement of looking and acting like a girl. I reached for the nail-varnish, and sat naked on the bed, painting my fingers and toes crimson red, to match my lips. They dried quickly in the cool room. At last it was time to get dressed. Still sitting, I opened the packet of stockings and unfolded them from the cardboard. The late afternoon sun through the bedroom window gave them a luxurious pearl-like sheen. I took one, stretching it over my hand and gently rolling it up, then bent down to my freshly painted foot - always the right one first - and slid my toes into the weightless ring of silk. This moment always felt the same, seemingly significant or symbolic. I seemed to become slightly light-headed as I pulled the silk up over my heel, and beyond, watching and feeling first my calf, then knee and finally thigh gripped smoothly in a sheen of fine white silk. I repeated the process with the left stocking, pulling it high up my thigh to match its twin. A few inches above the lacy stocking-tops, my prick began to stir with familiar excitement. I wrapped the lacy bra around my chest, reversing it so I could fasten it easily at the front. Sliding it round to the correct position gave me two beautifully curvaceous breasts. Next I wrapped the white satin suspender belt around my waist, again securing it at the front then sliding it round. The front two suspenders attached easily; I stood up, the bedroom carpet caressing the soles of my stockinged feet, and turned putting first one foot, then the other, up on the bed, stretching each remaining suspender down under the curve of my buttocks until they gripped the back of the lace stocking-tops. Instantly I became aroused, feeling the soft, elastic tug of the suspenders holding the silk hose firmly in place. My heart was beating faster as I reached for the panties. They felt like the softest thing I had ever touched, shiny and new, the many frills of white lace making them unexpectedly heavy in my hand. I bent and stepped into the elasticated leg holes. Pulling them up around my waist, I heard and felt the exquisite rasp of satin gliding over stockings and suspenders, then coolly clinging to my bare thighs until finally my buttocks and stiffened prick were deliciously encased in the taut, white garment. It took seconds to bend and place my feet in the 4-inch heels of the stilettoes; a moment to secure the thin leather straps over and above my ankles. When I again stood the effect was amazing - the angle of the shoes pulling my silk-clad calves and thighs tight and sexy, my bum raised and pushed out invitingly. Eager to complete my outfit, I pulled the matching white nightie over my head, adjusting the thin lace straps on my shoulders. The sheer satin fell down from the large bow below my bustline, reaching to mid-thigh. It was obviously designed to reveal a great deal of the wearers frilly-pantied bottom. The gloves slid up to cling to my upper arms, leaving red tipped fingers free to explore and caress... I looked over my shoulder, to critically regard the overall effect in the mirror, and there was Jemima, all dressed to please in white satin and lace and waiting for her man to take her. Her enticing vision of feminine sexuality brought into contrast by the unmistakable male bulge nestling within the frill-backed panties, half-revealed by the shortie nightdress... Part 3 - Satisfying Jemima Quickly, I placed all my 'equipment' out on the left edge of the bed, removing the top from the jar of lube and laying out a big wad of tissues - in case of accidents... Satisfied, I lay back on the edge of the bed, my stiletto heels resting deep into the pile of the bedroom carpet. I ran my right hand over my breasts and felt my nipples stiffen lazily beneath the satin and lace. Slowly, I slid my hand down to my satin-encased prick. For a while, I allowed one crimson-coated nail to draw slow sensuous circles of pleasure across the surface of the tautly pushed out material. Then letting it join its companions in firmly grasping the delightfully-imprisoned column, trapping it in a tight fistful of sheer, silky, underwear. They started to sliding the material up and down the swollen hardness, stroking it back and forth, back and forth, in a long, slow, universal rhythm of pleasure. I closed my eyes and felt my excitement growing more urgent at the many sensations running through me. I began to push down with my feet, freeing my bottom to move up and down off the bedspread, as I masturbated myself through the satin panties. Through the growing pleasure, I imagined it was someone else's hand - another man's hand - who was working my prick for me like this; imagine if he was trying to get me so aroused that I would do anything for him, let him do anything... My heart started to beat faster, and I knew that I could deny the familiar, unsatisfied, craving no longer. I lowered my bottom back to the bed and, with a final caress of prick through panties, raised my legs up and back until my knees were over my waist. The points of my stilettoes pointed at the wardrobe mirror, and I looked down between my breasts, through my splayed thighs to see my reflection, lying on my back, legs spread and silken bottom displayed, a woman waiting anxiously for her lover to mount and take her. I watched my right hand reach over my crotch, down to the seat of the panties, and deftly find the secret hollow hiding beneath its tight satin covering. Frills tickled my knuckles as I pressed, gently at first, then more firmly, pushing the satin against the opening bud of my anus. My legs quivered in the air. Still watching my reflection, I reached out, my left hand found the cool latex barrel of the vibrator. Deftly, I dipped the rounded end of the slender anal 'finger' into the cold-cream. Holding it practicedly between thumb and middle finger, I positioned my forefinger over the switch on the rear end. I put it between my legs. With my other hand, I pulled the crotch of the panties to one side, displaying my bare anus to the mirror. I teased the eager sphincter with the smooth, lubricated tip of the vibrator, enjoying the glorious sensation of being widened and probed by the slippery head. A push with my forefinger and it slid easily inside, instantly filling my bottom with a warm, satisfying ache of fulfilment. (...ohh please - fill me with it - fill me with your hard cock...) My captive prick strained even harder against its satin enclosure. The blunt end of the cylinder bumped against the hot flesh of my perineum. I clenched my muscles round the slender but firm invader, strangely proud that I had taken its entire 7 inches were up inside me. It felt so good and so right to be penetrated like this. I let my head rest back on the bedcovers, closed my eyes and switched the vibrator on. A building sensation of pure, deeply-felt, pleasure buzzed through my entire lower body. In my mind, the sound of the small motor whirring in the still room merged with the grinding pulse of the latex cylinder buried between my legs until they were one and the same. Of their own volition, my hips shifted on the bed, while, helplessly, I reached into the panties and began to wank uncontrollably in time to the waves of noise that thrust and churned inside me. (...yess that's it - give it to me - oh god I can feel it...) My fingers trembled to the rhythm of the grinding latex cylinder; I pulled it out and pushed it back inside of me, giving my hot slippery anus the full benefit of the vibrations, my orgasm started to build, centred exquisitely at the dual core of anus and groin. It was too soon... to soon to fill the soft satin panties with cascades of creamy spunk. Reluctantly, I pulled the vibrator out of me, switched it off and dropped it on the wad of tissues. My anus felt hot and scratchy, bereft of its welcome invader. I felt flushed and sexy. Sitting up, I turned to kneel up on the bed, desperate to continue and increase the sensations running through me. I looked over my shoulder at my reflection and sensuously licked my crimsoned lips . I pushed my satin-clad rear out, making a show of ruffling the generous frills that covered it, before taking the waistband of the panties and starting to pull them down over the taut suspender straps. Inch by inch, the pale cheeks of my bottom were completely uncovered. I left the panties stretched tight across my thighs and with my right hand reached down to grasp the shiny metal of the 12-inch ruler. Jemima was being very naughty and she deserved to be reminded her that such degrading, sluttish behaviour was not to be tolerated. I pressed the flat steel into the skin of my right buttock; appreciating the feeling of the cool metal. Gently I began to tap the ruler against my bottom, making the surface of the flesh vibrate slightly and causing a slight stinging feeling. Still very much aroused by my near-orgasm, I watched helplessly as my hand slapped harder, first one buttock, then the other, feeling myself enjoying the increasing tingling heat building in my cheeks. My knees shifted on the bed with the warm pleasure flooding through my behind. A glance in the mirror showed my flushed bottom taking its punishment like a man... From under my nightdress, my unfettered prick strained excitedly out in front of me; I smacked harder and harder now, my whole rear flaming redder with each rhythmic slap of the ruler. (...Ahh show me that burning arse - yes that's right, show me how you love it...) Delirious with the combined sensations of stinging pain and ecstatic pleasure, I just wanted relief, to be fucked, to be dressed like a girl and made to come with my prick exploding and my hole filled up with a stiff cock... Part 4 - Final Release It was too much. My stomach felt sick with excitement and my thoughts were feverish with sexual images of release. Suddenly I knew what I would do; a special thing that I had previously devised. I would take my dildo and fuck myself from behind until I climaxed over the floor... I threw the ruler aside and climbed off the bed. Pausing to feel the heat from my reddened buttocks, I carefully pulled the panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them: now nothing would get in the way. Grabbing the dildo, I exited the bedroom, the feeling of cool air moving across my body making me very aware of the gorgeous lingerie I wore. It felt extremely naughty to go downstairs and enter the living room, in full daylight, made up and dressed to thrill in stockings and heels. The lace curtains prevented anyone seeing in, but the room still added to my arousal by making me feel daringly revealed. In front of me, under the window, I saw what I needed - the brown leather sofa. I caressed my stiff erection, reminding it of what was to come, and knelt down in front of the sofa Years of feverish experimentation had led me to discover that it was possible to firmly wedge a long, cylindrical object between the tightly packed leather cushions of this sofa, in such a manner that it stuck out, strong and proud, waiting to be used as an instrument of desperate pleasure. Doggie-style, I would get on my hands and knees and, backing my eager bottom onto the rigid dildo, fuck myself deliciously from behind... I pushed the end of the dildo into the dark crevice between cushion and armrest. By twisting it slightly, I ensured that it couldn't be pulled out - not even if gripped with the tightest of muscles... I looked around. "Shit..." I said to myself. In my eagerness, I had left the jar of lube upstairs. I felt around between my bare buttocks and fingered my anus - still fairly moist from earlier attentions, but in need of a little extra help. (...oh well - nothing for it but to use the natural method...) Impatiently, I got down on my hands and knees in front of the protruding dildo, leant forwards and placed my lips over the realistic purple glans. Automatically, I closed my eyes and began to run my tongue around the head of the fake penis, making it nice and wet. It was the well-endowed prick of my lover that I took into my mouth, sucking him excitingly, making him ready to take me. Soon I would impale myself deliciously on this hard, thick, shaft, so the slippier it was, the easier it would slip inside... "Fucking hell." said a quiet voice directly behind me. Part 5 - Caught in the Act My eyes snapped wide open. My mouth released the dildo and I looked over my shoulder with a gasp. There, standing in the doorway, was a tall blonde man staring open mouthed at the sight in front of him. How long had he been there? I couldn't move a muscle. I was completely, utterly, exposed: on all fours, dressed in sexy white lingerie, legs splayed wide, bare bottom in the air, and fellating a dildo for all I was worth. (...found out! - I've been found out!...) My secret was out. I could not seem to think consciously. I remember that it felt like I was living to survive every next second and no more. My mind seemed to absorb the facts that he was well-built, late-30's, blue eyes and a fair moustache, wearing a green T-Shirt, jeans and sandals. Another impression was that this man seemed to possess a distinct bulge at the crotch area of his jeans. (...was it possible? - could he be...?) "OOh..." I murmured tremulously and something deep inside me, deep inside Jemima, made me wriggle my bottom slightly in my distress. It must have been obvious to him that I was not a girl - for a start, I thought, feeling my face flush at the image, my balls would be visible to him, hanging below my naked bum-crack, but maybe something within him was responding to my explicit signals of sexual submission. My girlish make-up and hair, sexy white stockings and high heels, and particularly the smooth feminine buttocks openly displayed before him, could perhaps be providing enough female sexual signals for him to become aroused. Jemima's Tale Pt. 01 Still looking over my shoulder, I met his gaze, then dropped mine submissively. "I..I.." I started to try to say something, anything, to make it go away. I knew from the heat on my cheeks that I was now blushing ferociously. I slowly sat back on my heels, removing any male elements from his view. "Oh God." I finally uttered, and hid my face in lace-gloved hands. "Please..." In my shame, I still couldn't get any coherent words out. I was totally at his mercy. I felt him come and stand near my right shoulder, and I knew he was looking down at me cowering on the carpet before the protruding evidence of my humiliation. "So you like being fucked, then, do you?" The "by men" was left unspoken. He asked in a matter-of -fact, obtaining information sort of way, which made it seem a lot worse, somehow. I flinched behind my hands. No answer seemed possible. "Well?" he said eventually. "I don't know, I've never done it," I made myself whisper, " I just.." (...fantasise about it, day and night...) my reply trailed off into silence. "You're queer, though, yes?" This was really awful. Although he was just asking this stuff straight out, I felt like I was destroying myself a bit more with every reply. "I don't know..." I repeated quietly. There was a long silence. He came nearer, looking me up and down intently, until his thigh was almost touching my bare shoulder. In a moment, I found that I had turned towards him, and reached around, hugging him to me, pressed my head into his stomach beseechingly. I felt the heat of him through the thin cotton T-shirt. He didn't push me away. "Please..." I heard myself mumbling into his jeans, "don't tell anyone. Please..I'll do anything." Unconsciously, my left hand moved from round his waist and rested on his upper thigh. I really had intended no connotations in my simple plea, but when I felt a definite swell of warmth beneath the jeans next to my fingertips, my heart literally skipped a beat. Unknowingly, it seemed that I had truly put any future outcome in my own hands. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to silently cover that self-same bulge in his jeans with red-nailed fingers and lightly stroke the swelling denim. - He can feel me touching him - He neither spoke nor moved away. His breathing stayed slow and regular against my right ear. I was acting on pure unconscious instinct, aware of nothing but the twin textures of smooth, worn denim under my hands and wool carpet through my stocking-clad knees. I remember thinking, as if watching myself from a distance, 'oh look you're feeling his prick', but it seemed to have no bearing on what I actually was feeling. It was if it had all been mapped out for me, long ago. I had been caught pretending to be a girl, so it seemed only right that I should now act like one. I licked my dry lips, tasting lipstick, and deliberately, unmistakably, began to caress him through the pale blue fabric. Under my fingers, the hidden member hardened, its shape full and obvious behind the zip fly of the jeans. (... oh God, he wants it...) It took an instant to grasp the zip fastener and pull down. I knew I was holding my breath as the prick, covered with its canopy of black briefs, sprang free as much as it could. Still, he said nothing, so I watched my fingers cover the warm bulge in front of me and firmly stroke him through the thin cotton. A gasp from above me and a slight shifting of his hips let me indeed know that, yes, he was going to allow me to suck him off, as though I really was a girl. Careful only to look directly at his groin, I kneeled up straight and placed a respectful kiss directly on the member intent on releasing itself before me. Awkwardly, I reached for the waistband of his jeans and, finding it strangely unfastened, simply hooked my fingers in his underpants. A single strong pull eased both briefs and jeans well down muscled thighs. His cock bounced free, just missing my cheek, and swung up to his navel. Immediately I smelt the strong, unmistakable musk of an excited male. I felt the reality of being on my knees in front of another man, his proudly erect cock just inches away from my face. My heart beat loud in my chest as I tried to take in what was happening to me - Take him in your mouth, totally give yourself to him. His prick was sturdy and fat, appearing to curve slightly to my left. It seemed very different to my own, now half-limp, organ - he was circumsized, for one thing. My attention was drawn to the rounded purple-red head as small drops of pre-come oozed out moistly. I felt a strange female urge to lick them off with my tongue. What would they taste like? I wondered absently. - There's only one way to find out. Part 6 - Jemima's Moment of Truth I reached out with a shaking hand, the contrast of bare fingers and white lace of the opera glove making the act even more sensuous, and lightly touched the stiff veiny shaft, making it wave to and fro. He gasped and shuddered lightly. I held the aroused manhood in my hand feeling the warm pulses of excitement coursing through it. I felt myself sliding out of control, totally abandoned and depraved. I wanted this so much. Angling my head, I presented the rigid prick up to my open mouth. I lowered my head and took the tip of him between my reddened lips, distinctly feeling them close around the thickness of the shaft. I remember thinking how amazingly smooth and slightly damp it felt. I received his prick further into my mouth, my curious tongue discovering and intimately exploring the large spongy glans. When I sucked experimentally, he jerked in my mouth and I almost lost him, so I held the stiff cock steady with my left hand, instinctively bringing the other up to cradle the large taut, balls that dangled beneath. After all the years of dreaming and fantasising about this moment (...I'm kneeling here sucking him...) - finally experiencing the full, sensuous taste and feel of a cock made me light-headed with excitement . Working sideways down the hard shaft, I pushed the head into my cheek and lathered the underside with saliva. The close male smell of him suddenly overwhelmed me and, light-headed with greedy pleasure, I leaned forwards and took as much of him in as I could manage. Concentrating on trying to swirl my tongue directly over the swollen head, I murmured my approval, savouring the salty liquid taste that filled my mouth. I was a hungry calf suckling the fat and swollen teat offered to me, only dimly aware that saliva was running wetly across my chin. He moaned aloud now and I felt hands close around my head. It felt good to be held like that and I glanced upwards, my mouth now totally full of him, to see his head back, eyes shut tight, as he enjoyed my inexperienced ministrations at his groin. His hands urged my head back and forth, and I quickly learnt, obediently sliding my mouth back and forth along the whole length of his cock, letting him almost withdraw from between my lips, then swallowing him right up again in a long, firm rhythm of pleasure. Automatically, I reached up and held onto his hips for purchase. Quicker and quicker his prick slid in and out of my mouth, my lipstick smearing crimson over the repeatedly bobbing shaft. He was actively moaning with pleasure now, and I could actually feel his engorged member swelling as it repeatedly bumped against the roof of my mouth. My reward arrived unexpectedly; his grip on my hair became tighter, and suddenly he was coming, and my mouth filled with spurts of warm semen. Totally surprised, I struggled to accommodate the thick, salty, outpour but the best I could do was to swallow continuously, receiving his male seed gratefully, like a real woman, until the flow ebbed. I knew from my own prick that after coming it became very sensitive, so I opened my lips and released the shiny wet member gently. It was still hard, the head bulbous and swollen from its recent release. I ran my tongue over my lips: the thought that I could still taste him in my mouth seemed to belong to another person; it really felt like I had changed - become someone else, perhaps truly growing into the person whom I had named Jemima - someone who enjoyed taking a man's cock into her mouth and making him climax. And worse than that, as Jemima I knew that I would gladly repeat the performance whenever I was allowed... I stood on shaky legs and turned away from him to look at the window. Through the net curtain, two youths passed by noisily, I felt a thrill of pleasure from imagining that they might have observed my very first attempt at a blow-job. Things really had changed. I felt a touch on my bare bottom and gasping, I gave a little jump. I started to turn but thought better of it and remained with my back to him. His hand wandered firmly over my left buttock, its owner drawing nearer to me. I shivered at the caress and pushed back ever so slightly, enjoying the sensation of the warm palm sliding across my cool, naked, flesh. Then he was behind me, both hands intimately exploring my rear. I was glad that I had taken time to ensure that it was as soft and feminine-smooth as possible. My heart started to beat faster again and I hoped that he was being aroused as much as I was. His hands moved up, round my waist and he pulled me back against him, simultaneously reaching his hands round to cup the curves of my breasts. It was the stuff of my most intimate fantasies; I moaned out loud, surrendering to the vivid images in my mind, my excitement jutting out proudly from under my shortie nightdress. I felt his chest against my shoulders, his stomach against my back and for the first time in my life I felt the sensation of a man's erection pressing into my naked behind. Suddenly I was aware that a mutual decision had been made - he had decided that he didn't care whether I was a woman or not (... he's going to fuck me anyway...) and I was going to let him... Part 7 - The Ultimate Submission My head in a whirl, I leaned back against him fully, pushing my rear encouragingly against the newly-hardened prick. I felt its wet, exciting, hardness settle between my bottom cheeks as though it was the most natural place in the world for it to be. I surprised myself by immediately imagining an even better place for it to go... Now totally aroused, I didn't care. I looked back over my left shoulder and was almost shocked as he kissed me, hard and open-mouthed, with a taste of smoke and mint. I murmured aloud with the pure sensuality of it, giving myself up to his male urgency, hungrily accepting his thrusting tongue, suddenly desperate in my desire to be totally mastered by him. It went quickly then. He broke the kiss, leaving me momentarily gasping and confused; firm hands on my shoulders pushed down and obediently I dropped to my knees. A push in the small of my back propelled me forwards on outstretched arms. I felt the weight of my breasts as they hung towards the floor, the tug of the suspenders on my waist. The carpet was soft on the palms of my hands and I vaguely noticed the neglected dido still protruding from the sofa on my right. He knelt down between my legs and used his knees to nudge mine further apart. Hands pushed my nightie up my back and caught me firmly by the waist. It was all going very fast and I felt totally dazed; I looked back and caught a glimpse of his intent, furrowed, brow beneath a blonde fringe, then I felt his efficient, shameless, fingers sliding up between my buttocks to rest directly over my anus. Gently but insistently, a finger probed my tight hole and, finding it still moist from the attentions of the vibrator a lifetime earlier, slid easily inside. I gasped at the delicious feeling of penetration and in an instinctive, female movement, raised my bottom up higher to aid its progress. A faint but distinctive smell filled the air and my face grew warm at the thought that it was coming from me. Trembling there, on outstretched hands and knees, I felt utterly open and vulnerable to this man behind me, as he began to explore the very core of my body. I knew now that I would let him do whatever he wanted to me, I was totally his, a sexual plaything for him to use however he liked. The finger moved in slow circles, widening and stretching with a calculated erotic intent that brought my prick up hard and stiff below my bare stomach. Another finger joined it, moving in and out of the gripping muscle, a firm rhythmic glimpse of what was to come. I lowered myself forwards, my elbows resting on the soft carpet, and moaned in my abandonment. My knees spread wider apart and I could not help tipping my bottom up even further to meet the wonderful thrusting going on inside me. When I felt three fingers working into me my heartbeat leapt like I was going to die, I began to breathe heavily, sweat braking out on my forehead as the masterful digits pushed and stretched - making me ready to perform the ultimate sexual submission - to accept his stiff maleness inside my body. The fingers withdrew and I felt my anus close around the sudden emptiness. Then I felt something both hard, yet strangely soft, run slowly over my open rosebud, before teasing it gently with little probing pushes. (...feel it - it's his cock - waiting to open you up...) He raised himself up behind me and his hands came up to steady my hips. I distinctly felt the large, sticky, head of his prick pressing directly against my raised entrance. Light-headed, and with excited anticipation churning in my stomach, I literally felt like I would faint, there on the carpet in front of him. "Does that feel good, then?" Another little push of his prick opened me slightly, emphasising the tease in his question. I was helpless to do anything but gasp back weakly: "..oh yes.. ...YES..", before he thrust his hips forward, pulling me back onto his prick in a single, powerful, movement. I cried out loud, feeling my anus stretching to accept the engorged thickness of his shaft; then suddenly, easily, he was inside. My head went back and my eyes closed with the intensity of the feelings within me. My arms and legs were trembling so much I could barely support myself. The pressure in my bottom mounted and I could not help trying to bear down on the invading shaft. I winced momentarily at a sharp, burning pain, then it was gone and all I could feel was the slow but inexorable progress of his cock working its way into the deepest recesses of my body. (...fucking you - he's actually fucking you...) I felt like I truly belonged to him now; this man whose stiffened prick was intent on wedging itself ever deeper between my open buttocks. I started to wriggle with the effort of taking it all in but the firm hands around my waist ensured that there was no escape - he was making me accept each and every inch of him.. From far away I heard luxurious female noises of appreciation and knew that they escaped from my own lips: "Oh... oh...OH!...ohh please!..." Then all my dreams became swooning reality: a final push and his shaft slid inside completely. Cool, male thighs pressed firmly into my trembling backside; wiry pubic hair nestled up between my sweaty bottom cheeks. I swallowed hard, my thoughts on fire with the knowledge - and, oh yes, the feeling - that I had taken the entire length of this man's prick up deep inside my bottom, letting him totally possess me. For a few moments we stayed still like that. Maybe he was giving me time to get used to the exquisite feelings that rippled through the very core of my being. My only thoughts were that it felt so good and so right to be taken like this, and the longer it went on the better and better it felt. The feeling of being totally filled and stretched by his wonderful prick grew stronger and stronger, matched only by my mounting arousal. I threw back my head and began to pant, my excitement fuelled by the sudden thought that the same stiff column of flesh that was buried to the hilt inside my bottom, had minutes earlier been thrust between my rouged and eager lips. He was really and truly making me his... Unable to help myself, I once more resorted to trying to clench my muscles around the rampant, invading shaft. This time there was no discomfort; instead I suddenly became so completely aware of the entire wonderful length buried inside me that I moaned in sheer pleasure and literally squirmed on the end of his prick. This seemed to give him the cue to withdraw slightly from me before returning, exquisitely filling me once more. I found this movement extremely arousing and he repeated it, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. As his slippery rod slid back and forth into my yielding anus, I realised that, gently but firmly, I was now properly being fucked... My rear was on fire from this new assault. The gorgeous man behind me pushed harder and harder into the accommodating cheeks of my bottom; each slap of the powerful thighs pounding against my quivering backside forcing an answering gasp of utter pleasure from my open, panting mouth. Over my shoulder, a hissed groan let me know of his own enjoyment and sent violent surges of warmth blasting through my groin. I was acutely aware of his thick cock thrusting into me, his strong arms supporting me, the backs of my stockings sticking sweatily to the front of his own thighs, the silk hem of my nightie falling to brush the head of my own straining prick... Suddenly it was all too much. Arching my back and choking out a cry of absolute ecstasy, I jammed my bottom right back against him and came all over the carpet beneath me, my prick squirting jets of spunk uncontrollably, as I writhed in the grip of the greatest orgasm of my entire life. Helpless in my climax, my muscles locked in a steel reflex round his cock. I briefly felt him shudder before he slammed his groin into my rear with a thrust that lifted my knees from the carpet. An arm scooped beneath my waist, pulling me back tight against him. He grunted in pleasure and I squealed my encouragement, actually feeling his prick jerking wildly inside me. Then, for the first time in my life, I knew the incredible sensation of a man ejaculating into my anus. Warm semen spurted into me, completely flooding my insides. I moaned out loud, totally overwhelmed with the delicious sensation of his come pumping inside me, deep and strong. It seemed to go on for ages. I felt totally depraved, wantonly pressing my buttocks back onto him while he finished inside me. It felt so totally right. I felt like I wanted to be Jemima all the time... I would live only to dress up in sexy underwear and be fucked by this strong, masculine, man... but above all, to receive this warm sticky fulfilment of his lust up between the cheeks of my bottom, over and over again... Part 8 - Jemima's Future Finally he was done. He groaned once more and eased his grip on my waist. My knees at last gave way and I slumped forwards to the floor. The movement caused his prick to withdraw, and I gave a little cry as it bounced stickily along my bottom-crack and away. Physically and emotionally exhausted, I rested my cheek on the soft carpet and winced slightly, my softening and sensitive member now trapped beneath my stomach. I became aware that I was lying in a significant amount of damp patches. Now exposed to the air, the entrance to my anus felt distinctly wet and sticky with his sperm. I closed my eyes and marvelled at how I was feeling: now that I had finally done it, how satisfying it had felt to be made love to bu a man. What was strange was that my orgasm had not diminished my excitement by one iota - already I found myself excitedly wondering if being fucked in a different position would feel different, maybe on my back like a woman so I could kiss him as he took me - a whole world of possibilities was opening up for Jemima to explore her secret lustful fantasies... Jemima's Tale Pt. 01 He knelt down in front of my face and I opened my eyes. I was surprised to see that he was already fully dressed. His hand reached down, tilting my chin up to look at him. I felt myself blush again, thinking of the intimacy that I had just shared with this stranger, feeling vulnerable yet terrible aroused at the same time. His steady gaze held mine and I heard him say: "I've got to go. Be here next week. Same time..." His blue eyes flickered over my lingerie-clad body and my heart missed a beat as he added: "...and be ready for me." Then he stood and was gone. As I drifted off to sleep, vaguely aware of the kitchen door closing (...is that how he got in?...) behind my new lover, (...you don't even know his name...) I knew that my life had changed forever. Twenty-eight years of repression and denial had been brought to a climax - literally - by letting Jemima, myself, express those deepest longings to make love to a man. Now that it had finally happened and I had lost my virginity for a second - and maybe third - time, I knew that it no longer mattered whether it was 'strange' to enjoy adopting a particular type of feminine sexual role. It was neither right or wrong, it was just how it was. All I knew was that I derived the most unbelievable excitement from being taken by a strong demanding male, teasing and pandering to his wildest sexual fantasies, then pleasing him and also myself, by acquiescing to his unleashed lusts. I had always imagined that this was true, and now I had real experience to back it up. I had a whole week to plan my appearance for this next rendezvous. Just enough time for a mail-order purchase to arrive... or should I stay all-innocent in white, now that I knew how well it worked? Maybe he'd appreciate my lovely, frilly, maids outfit?... He wouldn't know what hit him... Jemima's Tale Pt. 02 Part 1 - Lustful Thoughts The week after I lost my virginity passed slowly, and I mean REALLY slowly. I couldn't concentrate at work, couldn't relax at home, couldn't keep my mind on anything much at all except to retreat into my thoughts and try and relive that first, incredible, moment when I finally gave myself to another man. I made some casual enquiries with old Mrs Tate across the road, and could barely contain myself on hearing that, yes, last week a man resembling the one I'd described had been in charge of the fitters installing a kitchen for her next-door neighbour - in fact, she even knew that his name was Steve, because she'd filled their kettle for them when the water was off... Knowing his name really brought it home: I had actually allowed another man to use me sexually like a woman. I could feel that accepting his prick inside me had opened some kind of door that could never be closed again. When I had let a stranger named Steve fuck me (..down on all fours, taking it like a good bitch should...) until I came helplessly on my own living-room carpet, I had also let him make me his own. Over and over, I daydreamed about how he had discovered me: down on my hands and knees, dressed up in my girly white lingerie, stockings and high heels. I had been totally caught out, right in the middle of acting out my fantasies as Jemima, wriggling my naked backside in the air while sucking lovingly on an 8-inch dildo for all I was worth... It brought a blush to my face every time I thought about it - but it didn't seem to stop me thinking about it... Again and again, I recreated those incredible moments with the stranger I now knew as Steve: down on my knees, trembling before his penetrating gaze, the stomach-churning excitement of his warm prick growing hard in my mouth or the feel of his cool, masculine, hands running over my bare thighs and bottom. Most importantly of all, I tried to relive the feelings that had coursed through me on being opened and entered by a stiff cock for the first time ever (...show him just how much you will be a slut for him...), and how being used like a woman had left me with such a wonderful, pulsing ache of satisfaction inside... Truth be told, I was getting myself into a bit of a state. I have to confess that one night - Sunday night, I think - I got so horny thinking about him that I got dressed up, exactly as I had when he'd discovered me, and went downstairs to re-enact my deflowering as best I could... I stuck the dildo into the sofa again and made it good and wet with my mouth, then I got down on all fours and held my anus up against the shiny rounded head. I slowly backed onto the smooth pink shaft, pretending that it was Steve penetrating me all over again. Once it was all the way in, I began to rock backwards and forwards on the rigid latex phallus, fucking myself in sheer delight. I was looking forward to a good long tension-relieving session but when my bum started slapping back into the cool leather sofa-cushion, the memory of Steve's powerful thighs slapping into me with each heavenly thrust of his prick into my bottom was so exciting that I came instantly, orgasming over-excitedly into my hastily cupped hand. As I came, my muscles clamped so hard round the dildo that it locked tightly in my anus until I grew quite worried. It took a good few minutes for my prick to soften and, to my relief, I unclenched and released the intruder onto the carpet. This experience did not exactly ease my frustration or help me relax, instead, it made me feel even more out-of-sorts with my new self... As the days past, my nervousness grew. He had definitely said he was going to return for me - "be ready", were the words he'd used - and every time I imagined his voice my stomach actually began to hurt. There was a constant feeling - an excited combination of fear and arousal - that accompanied what little daily routine I could manage. I fantasised about his blue-grey eyes, his blonde hair, the brief touch of his moustache when he'd kissed me. I wanted to be kissed like that again. I fantasised about him standing over me again, the worn 'ball' patches in his faded denims level with my vision, his taut package perfectly presented to my lips. Unable to resist, I repeatedly wanked myself to orgasm, reliving the incredible moment when I first unzipped those pale jeans, took his manhood into my waiting mouth and discovered the amazing reality of how it felt to lick and kiss and suck a beautiful stiff cock. I did not even know his name, might never even see him again, but I knew that whatever happened in the future, at the moment when that man had pulled me back onto his prick and squirted his gorgeous creamy sperm up between my buttocks, he had claimed me as his property. If he came back (...please please come back and make me squeal like a girl again...), I prayed that I could be brave enough to do everything possible in order to satisfy him, my first true, male, lover. Part 2 - Preparing for Pleasure Inexorably slowly, the week did pass, and eventually the appointed day rolled round. I rang into work and claimed I was ill - I really could NOT stand being there for even one minute. After a restless night - not even wanking had got me relaxed enough to sleep - I awoke and almost immediately started to plan for my important visitor. Clean the house, prepare the bedroom, then get myself ready to meet the new man in my life. I tidied the bedroom, remaking the kingsize bed with my luxurious red pillowcases and sheets. Candles, incense, CD player ...adjust the dressing table mirror near the bed to an interesting angle... turn up the heating... at the last moment I would add some vodka and a couple of beers in an ice bucket. An open jar of vaseline on the bedside table left no doubt as to what was on my mind... (...oh please please let him want me as much as I want him...) So, room sorted, next it was face and body basics to attend to, then I would take some time choosing what to wear for Jemima's second ever bout of lovemaking... First a long soak in the bath - scented bubble bath was the order of the day. I sat and luxuriated for a while - so what would Jemima be dressed in for her liaison tonight? I rested my head back against the bath, took another sip of my vodka and lime, and wondered... Surely it would be sensible to repeat last weeks performance - frilly baby-doll nightie and high heels, all in lovely virginal white. It had definitely seemed to work, propelling his gorgeous thrusting cock where it rightly belonged - straight into my waiting bottom - but perhaps a change of image might be better, to keep the juices really flowing, as it were? I thought about presenting myself to him in my young-and-girly look (...gosh you're so big! I bet you could easily pick me up...): bubble-gum pink camisole and panties all covered with white hearts, white, thigh-length, hold-up stockings, trendy pink platform shoes (...a bit heavy when your legs are thrashing in the air, though?), chunky plastic jewellery and Pokemon hair band - you know the sort of thing... but perhaps it would all be a bit much. My favourite uniform might also be a bit too 'TV' for my new man's taste - or would he enjoy me in my little French Maid's dress, bending over teasingly to persuade him to join in with my favourite roleplay game? (...firm smacks on the bum are needed to keep naughty Jemima in her place...). It kept coming back to the fact that I didn't really know what had aroused him enough to want to have me, that first amazing time. I hoped against hope that it was Jemima's feminine sexuality that had turned him on, rather than simply the opportunity to relieve his lust in what was obviously a submissive male virgin... Whether he was straight, gay or both, (...perhaps he went back home to fuck his girlfriend while all the time imagining sliding his prick between my smooth white buttocks ...) I had no practical experience of what men might find exciting about Jemima, I only knew what I fantasised about with men! Whichever way I turned, I knew I could easily be caught out. So in the end, after much agonising and a few false starts, I decided to play safe and go for a classy-but-raunchy feminine boudoir look, hoping that it would give out the right signals. I would wear: my beautiful lined-lace teddiette in dark purple, with its taut suspenders, deep violet stockings in lace, my matching lacy panties, purple satin choker, purple lace opera gloves and of course, sexy high heels. I would start the evening in my co-ordinating thigh-length ruffled lace robe, but who knows about later on? The rich luxury of the underwear would contrast well with my smooth pale skin and, I reckoned, serve to accentuate my seductive curves nicely. If I could be brave enough, I planned to tantalise and excite my new lover until he wanted me so badly it hurt. If he gave me the chance, I would willingly become his special girlfriend, who would let him do anything he ever dreamed about to her. I wanted to make him so happy that he'd be always be back for more and more... Part 3 - The Look of Love Outfit decided upon, I washed my hair with the shower, carefully shaved my legs and arms and chest, then spent quite some time trimming my pubes into a heart-shape.. yes it was corny, but I'd always wanted to do it for someone special and I found its suggestion of sexual invitation and display particularly exciting. It looked really good when I'd finished, and I completed my toilette by thoroughly cleaning myself inside, before using my cream to remove absolutely all foreign hairs from between the cheeks of my bottom - I wanted that part of my body to be totally pristine for my new boyfriend. I finished my bath, dried my hair and body, then powdered all over. Toenails were trimmed extra short (...don't want ladders in those lovely lace stockings, do we?..) and painted dark violet. Finally, select squirts of perfume were applied to my pulse points, and I made myself giggle with a quick squirt in my bottom crack for good luck... My make-up was quite dramatic - dark, almost black indigo lipstick with gloss, violet eyeshadow with gold highlights on the eyelids. Thick black mascara made my eyelashes simply divine. Nails were filed smooth and painted to match my toes. I brushed my shoulder-length fair-brown hair until it shone, tying it back using a lovely soft hair ribbon the same rich colour as the lipstick; dangly gold earrings contributed to the overall effect - vaguely vampy, a bit gothic but definitely worth paying attention to... Time to get dressed! First though, I couldn't help showing off my newly-shaped pubes in the wardrobe mirror. Completely naked but for make-up, hair ribbon and the purple satin choker, I pouted and wriggled for my new boyfriend, sensuously offering him the subtle curves of my breasts and hips, before more blatantly displaying the rounded cheeks of my bottom. I started to get really excited as I watched the reflection in the glass - a naughty, prick-teasing Jemima parading shamelessly about the room - first standing up on tip-toe, then bending over and caressing her own smooth backside - now stroking herself lewdly, and now staring straight into your eyes, pumping her hips up and down and crying out - acting like a girl who deserves to be caught, held down and given her come-uppance, the longer and harder the better... In a panic, I grabbed a handful of scented tissues from the dressing-table and found myself messily ejaculating into them. It was a short, edgy orgasm (...not as good as with a bottom full of nice stiff prick...), and had completely taken me by surprise. I felt my face flush - what if he'd walked in on me, bringing myself off to my own reflection? I needed another drink! After a while, I calmed down, went back into the bathroom to wash myself and dispose of the evidence, before finishing getting ready. I climbed into the soft lace teddiette, delicately inserting my feet, before wriggling the garment up around my waist. I pulled up the straps and slid my arms through them, adjusting the purple elastic neatly over my shoulders. Instantly I felt like I was coming alive, and a familiar, unstoppable, warm buzz of pleasure spread through my groin once more. I breathed in slightly before fastening the clips at my lower back. The lycra back clung tightly to my curves, its boning constricting my middle in a most agreeable fashion, emphasising the flare of my waist and finishing just above my hips with a trim of lovely ruffled lace. The underwired cups pushed my breasts up nicely, giving me a small but distinct cleavage, my nipples clearly visible through the violet lace. Then my favourite part of any outfit - my hosiery! I pulled on the purple lace stockings, enjoying the sensation of them clinging to my thighs, and straightening the seams carefully (...after all there is nothing more distracting than looking at crooked seams when you're mounting your new sissy girlfriend is there?...) and adjusting the back garter suspenders so that they stretched smoothly over my backside. The tug on the stockings served to emphasise the deliciously bare feeling of my naked bum. I didn't possess any purple footwear, but my faithful three-inch gold heels - with long criss-cross straps that tied below the knee - matched beautifully. The purple lace opera gloves completed the 'take me' effect that I wanted to project. I pulled the panties up to my waist, the tight lace at my groin helping to restrain my still-interested penis, before stepping into the high heels, winding the straps up my legs to tie with a bow below my knees. I felt thoroughly womanly and sexy in my lovely purple underwear - I just couldn't quite believe that someone else was going to see me in it (...please let it make him nice and hard for me...)! As I sat at the dressing table to brush my hair and titivate my makeup, I looked in the mirror and saw Jemima positively aglow with anticipation at the evening to come. The large and sparkly eyes, the flush of excitement at her throat - this is what it looks like, I thought, when what you have been waiting for all your life is unbelievably about to happen again; when you know that there is another chance for your true, inner, self to be released... another chance to express the deep emotional need to give yourself sexually to another man... Part 4 - Playing into His Hands It started to get dark outside, just as it had when he had walked in on me the week previous. In the cosy red light of the bedroom, I sat and waited for him. I poured myself a vodka-and-lime, didn't even stop to add ice, just drank it, then refreshed its glass. I adjusted the covers on the bed - yet again. Restlessly, I stood in front of the full length wardrobe mirror once more, this time feeling a sharp pang of desire for the anxious-looking girl I could see, all by herself in her bedroom, but unmistakably dressed up for a night of passion. Jemima turned round lightly, her robe swirling round to rest once more across the back of her stocking-tops. I watched in the mirror, entranced, as she bent slightly forwards from the waist and moved her feet apart slightly. A short pause, then long-nailed fingers crept into view, reaching behind the back of her legs, grasping the ruffled hemline there and easing it upwards, uncovering parallel lines of suspender stretching up white thighs, until the lower curves of her bottom-cheeks were enticingly revealed. Firm, well-rounded, buttocks then appeared, well defined and taut in their tight prison of purple lace. Still she leant forward, still she raised her robe, until at last she stood there on her three inch stilettoes, legs apart, bottom fully exposed and thrust up for the viewer's delectation. Her large-lashed eyes peered brightly over her left shoulder as if to say, "don't you want to have me then?". My gaze was drawn to the shadowy cleft between those proffered cheeks - it was an irresistible vision - and I felt myself growing hard at the thought of someone reaching out and sharply tugging those panties down her thighs. Smooth fingers would then curve down between those white, uncovered, buttocks, before sliding deliciously into the now-revealed crevice, and up into whatever moist, secret place might lie between them... Sudden footsteps on the staircase gave me only enough time to straighten up, remove my guilty hand from my panties and whirl round to face the door before it opened. My heart was beating fast beneath the boned constriction of the teddiette as the only man who knew about my secret life entered the bedroom with the confidence of someone who knows he holds all the cards. My first shocked thought was that he looked so smart and businesslike in full dark grey suit and tie - he'd obviously come straight from work - and as he looked at me I became acutely aware of my enticing frills and stockings. The contrast between our attire couldn't have been greater if he'd done it deliberately, and it made me feel a bit like a call-girl greeting a client. His unremembered size and sheer male handsomeness took me by complete surprise. He was taller than I'd remembered, good-looking with dirty-blond hair that needed a cut, nice neatly-trimmed blond moustache and intense, blue-green eyes that made my stomach flip over (... the last time he saw you you were spread out before him, holding your bottom high in the air for him to fuck...). I felt myself blush furiously in overawed confusion. I didn't know whether to throw myself into his arms and beg him to make love to me or run out the bedroom door as fast as I could. He took a step towards me, leisurely looking me up and down. For some reason I had my hands behind my back, as though I was waiting for his instructions. In a way, I think I was. He came to a stop just in front of me and I briefly dared to look up at him. As he met my gaze my heart began to pound madly and for the first time I felt he was really looking at me, peering directly into my eyes. I found myself starting to tremble inside, helplessly responding to the man standing before me. I knew that as he searched my face all Jemima's intimate secrets were being laid bare before him, all the shameful excitement and needs that had constantly surged through me, throughout the long week since he had physically taken possession of me. He could see everything - just how much my world now depended on my expressing my love for him and all he represented to me - and how my adoration was such that I would gladly offer him any pleasure he demanded from me, proud to be the object that helped him gain the satisfaction he deserved. Once more I was standing at the edge of my life, waiting to recklessly leap over the precipice: standing in my bedroom in front of this man, dressed up as a woman and virtually shouting out that I was ready - no, eager - for him to make love to me... Part 5 - A New Intimacy "I didn't think you'd come..." I blurt out, my voice soft in the warm room. Then he speaks and I have to make an effort to keep my thoughts on what he's saying: "I nearly didn't - but I had to. I couldn't get ...last week... out of my head." I know I am blushing even harder. I look down at his feet and hear myself whisper, "I haven't stopped thinking about it, either...". I try again, looking back up at him somehow makes me feel better: "Your name's Steve isn't it..?". It is literally the first thing that comes into my head. He nods and his eyes sparkle with momentary amusement. He doesn't ask how I'd found out. Jemima is breathless and nervous so she says the second thing that comes into her head: "Do you like my outfit?...it's specially for you...". An endless pause before he grins, "...looks good to me" he says, and I feel my head and stomach swim with delight (...he likes you like a girl!...) and relief all at the same time. Jemima's Tale Pt. 02 "Like a beer?" I really have no idea what I am saying. He nods again so I pass him one of the opened bottles. He takes an appreciative swig before my fascinated eyes - I could watch him forever, this man who has been inside me as deeply as anyone can go... Then, I retrieve my own drink from the dressing table and gratefully drain it while he removes his jacket and undoes his shirt collar. I am rivetted by a wisp of sandy chest hair that appears below the open collar. "Here, let me help," I offer, " - it IS pretty warm in here..." Pleased to have something to do, I hang his jacket up on the back of the bedroom door, then impulsively - possibly influenced by vodka-and-lime - I return to stand close in front of him. As he takes another swig of beer, I find myself unfastening the rest of his shirt, uncovering gentle masculine planes of lightly tanned chest and stomach to my view. I know I've done the right thing, for as I kneel in front of him and begin to undo his shoes, he unfastens his cuffs and discards the shirt on a nearby chair. Removing his socks, I hear the unmistakable sound of his zip next to my head, and in moments we are face to face - and my heart is thumping in my chest in complete excitement - to have this handsome man in front of me, naked but for a pair of tight black briefs, while I stand there, dressed in my sensuous lingerie and high heels, feeling more much naked under his gaze, than he could ever feel... His arms come up and Steve gently pushes my robe off my shoulders so he can see me better. It drops to the floor in a whisper of lace and I move closer to him, raise my arms around his neck and suddenly feel myself totally enveloped in his warm masculine presence. He takes me into his arms and my breasts press into his bare chest, making me shiver inside. Large firm hands slide round my back, exploring the ruffle of frills at my waist before moving on to caress my bare thighs and lace-clad bottom. I am in paradise. I close my eyes and allow myself a small but profound sigh - this feels like my right and proper place in the world - and consequently it seems like the most natural thing in the world when he leans down and presses his lips against mine. Before I know it I am being thoroughly kissed and my lips open instinctively for him to possess, responding eagerly to the fierce, building, passion between us. For a few swooning minutes I lose my sense of self, revelling in the pure sensation of a man's tongue exploring my lips and mouth and tongue and enjoying the feeling that the moustache gently brushing my upper lip means that it is my Steve that is giving me such pleasure. When he holds my chin in his palm, I am totally finished off and melt inside like a schoolgirl... I run my hands across the broad fur of his chest and press my hip against the hardening cylinder of his cock (...you want it inside you so much... penetrating you... invading you...) making me feel so womanly and desirable. I squirm slightly to the side so he can't feel the evidence of my arousal pushing itself up from under my panties to meet his own wonderful stiffness. I wish this moment would never end... Jemima's confidence grows stronger with this beautiful prick pressed against her and when he finally broke the kiss, I look up into his eyes. "Take them off..." I murmur, reaching down to touch the front of the tight briefs. He smiles: "I'll let you do it...", while bringing his hands up the front of my body to pause and cup my breasts firmly, moving his thumbs in circles over my hard lace-covered nipples and making me gasp with pleasure. Two could play at that! - I arch my breasts into his palms and thoroughly enjoy his attentions for a few moments before reaching round his hips to slide my hands, palm-down, under the elastic of the briefs. Grasping the cool flesh of his taut buttocks I use them to pull myself nearer to him, allowing his growing erection to deliberately push into my stomach. A few moments of that and he doesn't exactly moan but his breathing grows heavier, so I decide that I win and will claim my reward. I slowly draw my hands, still under the elastic, round to his sides before kneeling down in front of him once more. I look up, past the flat stomach, the muscular chest and stare into his wonderful blue-gray eyes - I can't believe my luck that I get to make love to such a good-looking man - before pulling my hands downward, gradually easing the underwear past the level of my head, down over his hips, then further, past muscular thighs, stretching over strong knees until finally down around sculpted calves and ankles. He steps out of them automatically and his hand comes down to touch the top of my head. I watch the beautiful prick unfurling in front of my face and I know that he is expecting me to take it in my mouth. Instead, I stand up slowly, alleviating any disappointment by reaching out and delicately enclosing his groin with my hand. He feels warm and smooth and damp against my palm and I want to feel him between my lips so badly it hurts, but I hold back a little longer. "Do you know what I'd like?", I whisper, pressing my hand into him lightly, feeling so very daring now in my desire to have this man make love to me once again. He raises his eyebrows as I turn toward the waiting bed. "Come and lie down," I slip out of his grasp and move over to pat the covers, giving him the a full display of my pantied rear framed by the tight suspender straps. "I want to do something really special for you...". In moments he is spread out in the middle of the kingsize bed, pale and naked in the low bedroom light. I survey the sturdy, masculine frame in front of me, noting the definition of the muscles, the slight thickening at the waist, the strength in the arms and shoulders... the same arms that had held me firm when he thrust into me from behind, that same broad chest that I had felt tight against my back as he reached his orgasm up inside me... this body belonged to the man who had uncovered my deepest desires, making me totally surrender to them, and making me want to do it again and again... Part 6 - Jemima Pleasures Her Man My heart fluttering, I climb onto the bedspread next to him, my stockinged knees press deep into the mattress as I position myself. As delicately as I can, I manoeuvre myself so that my head is facing his groin but my body is presented at an angle to his view - this way my lover will have the both the benefit of watching my delectable purple lips eagerly descending to perform their intended task, while still being able to anticipate the future attractions in store in the shape of my upthrust, panty-clad, bottom... As I hoped, his prick responds even more, the engorged column of flesh now level with my breasts. To my right, I catch him watching me through half-closed eyes, anticipating what I am planning to do (...he knows you're a cocksucker. Show him how much you love to suck his cock...) Jemima licks her lips of darkest-indigo to moisten them. "I forget how much of a handful you are..." I coo suggestively, leaning forward on all fours to do what I'd been dreaming about all week - reaching out with lace-gloved fingers to lightly encircle the swelling shaft of my lover. Just like before, it feels so right to be touching him in this most intimate, sexual, way. The loose ring of my fingers glides up to the tip of his hardening cock, then slides softly back down to the root; I smile, feeling it twitch through the delicate lace of my glove. His breath comes a little faster now and I momentarily glance back at him over my right shoulder and whisper softly: "I love doing this to you..." I hold him firmer now, proudly erect in my enclosing hand. Briefly marvelling at the sight of myself holding a man's prick once more, I begin to slide the outer sheath of skin up and down over the large, rigid, organ. My lover closes his eyes with a sigh and, lovingly, I start to masturbate him in earnest. His left hand moves behind me and I feel his fingers running down over my bare hip, along my suspenders to slide under the smooth curve of my bottom through the taut lace of my panties. "Mmm...that's nice..." I whisper in encouragement, enjoying the wonderfully sexual feelings that run through me at his touch. As if in answer, a probing finger pushes the lace a little deeper into the crack between my buttocks, sending pleasure thrilling through my insides (...oh yes, give it to me, make me beg you for more...). I snuggle my bottom back into his outstretched palm, the better to let those gently roving fingertips continue their exploration... His legs move further apart on the bed, his hips rising imperceptibly with each of my upstrokes. The smell of him fills my nostrils and my heart beats faster as I remember what I had been doing the last time I had encountered that particular scent. Once this vision is in my head, it's useless; giving this man pleasure feels so necessary, so fulfiling, that I just can't resist leaning down to kiss the smooth purple head in front of me. He gasps then and I am rewarded by the sensation of the warm column in my fist stiffening even more. Leaning on my left forearm, I lower my head to his groin. My hair falls forwards and I pause, flicking it back over my shoulder to allow him a clear view of what is coming next. I feel powerful and sexy like a porn star... Still stroking him with my hand, time seems to come to a halt. I am aware of Steve watching me as, in slow motion, I close my mouth around the tip of his prick and slowly begin to lick over and around the swelling glans, making it nice and wet with my saliva. I deliberately slide my lover's stiff cock into my mouth as far as I can take it, capturing the shaft firmly between my lips. I squirm my wet tongue along the soft underside, teasing and tantalising his entire length, while slowly pulling my head back up until once more just the tip is imprisoned between my lips. I repeat the manoeuvre all over again, this time concentrating at the ridge behind the head... The feel and taste of him in my mouth excites me beyond belief and I am aware that my own prick is now hard and stiff in its purple lace prison. A flick of my tongue across the damp slit at the head and I feel him swell even larger in my mouth. I murmur encouragement, then work my way back down the shaft until I have swallowed most of him up again, all the time sucking and caressing the hard column with relish. Single-minded with submissive desires, I close my eyes and devote myself to giving this man the best blow-job he has ever experienced. I want him to know that, even with not much practice I can still suck his prick for him better than any girl ever could... For the next ten minutes or so I am in heaven, sucking and licking him in earnest, exploring every fold and crease of his prick and balls. Intent on my task I am only dimly aware of a light slap falling on my behind. Down by the bedcovers, my prick twitches pleasurably in my panties. I receive another smack, closely followed by one more - the last one hard enough to make the cheeks of my bottom quiver - in his heightened excitement, it appears my partner has found his own special way of urging me on! Through my mouthful of stiff prick I moan my approval at the delicious sensations (...spank your bare arse harder and harder until you learn how to bring me off in your mouth properly...), but my bottom waits in vain for further punishment - suddenly it seems that my lover is too pre-occupied to continue. I put my fantasy away for another time and concentrate on refining my newly-acquired skill at fellatio... Gradually I work up a strong, erotic rhythm until I am vigorously wanking the base of his shaft in my fist while repeatedly sliding the head into my hot, excited, mouth. A few moments of this and he begins to gasp and noticeably slide about on the bed. When his hands come down to hold my hair, I know that soon he will be giving me what I want - a delicious, squirting load of his come. Daringly I push the fingers of my left hand up between his legs, under the taut skin of his balls, and press between the tight globes I find there, trying to find his delicate core. He gasps at the attempted invasion, but doesn't react otherwise. I gently stroke the moist membrane with my fingertip and smile round my mouthful of cock as I heard his hiss of excitement (...he wants you to give it to him...). Abruptly his legs tense on the bed and with a grunt, his hips jerk upwards. In the confines of my mouth his cock seems to swell even more before it literally explodes, copiously filling the back of my throat with warm semen. I run my fingers up and down the straining shaft, and suck desperately at the pulsing organ, trying to coax everything out of him that he has to give. Eagerly, I gulp down the spurts of come, lapping up all the precious fluid like a good girl should, but there is so much that it starts dripping out of the corner of my mouth and onto his stomach. It seems totally right for Jemima to savour and enjoy receiving the resulting outpour of her partners climax in this manner - for her, it is one of the ultimate expressions of sexual intimacy between two lovers. I swallow gladly, totally enthralled by the idea that it was me who had provoked this powerful male response. The tide of thick, salty liquid ebbs and he sighs and relaxes back on the bedcovers. For a while I just hold him in the warm dampness of my mouth until at last I feel the thick column soften and I release him. Unconsciously I lick sperm off my lips, and this reminder of my total submissiveness to this man causes another shiver of excitement and sexual freedom to sweep right through my whole body. Nothing is forbidden with my handsome new lover... I climb off the bed and stand up. Looking down at the man that I had just welcomed into my mouth again, I know that I am going to make him come once more - this time, however, I need to have that hard prick wedged firmly between my spread buttocks... I want this man to fuck me long and hard before finally making me feel that same urgent surge of ejaculation bursting through my insides... Part 7 - Jemima Puts on a Show My pulse beats even faster at my wicked thoughts and I find myself adjusting my pose, girlishly pressing my purple-stockinged knees together, and arranging myself for his enjoyment. The three-inch heels digging into the carpet make me feel sexy and so very feminine. I move my hands up to my breasts and fondle them through the teddiette, lingering sweetly on my erect nipples. My eyes close and my tongue traces the shape of my upper lip, once more bringing the taste of lipstick mingled with his juices. I peek through semi-closed eyelids and note his returning arousal with hidden glee as he watches my performance; enrapt. The lingerie feels tight and arousing as it stretches with me. I pout for my lover, looking him directly in the eyes while sensuously removing first one glove, then the other; lazily sliding the lace over my forearms before dropping them to the floor. My hands go to the semi-transparent lace of my panties and lightly linger over the swollen bulge within, then I slowly turn, presenting my back to him. Carefully, sensuously, I pull the purple panties up tight into the crack of my bottom, completely revealing my bare cheeks to his gaze. I move my legs apart, my back still to him, and reach behind, sliding my forefinger temptingly down the crack of my bottom. I bend at the waist and arch my back, knowing that my behind is now thrust out invitingly toward him. I feel the muscles of my stocking-clad legs quivering with tension and excitement as I stroke the curves of my buttocks for him, sliding my palm over the smooth globes and the taut material separating them. Still facing away from him, I straighten momentarily, putting my legs back together tightly before, with a sexy wriggle of my hips, I pull the panties down to my knees where they fall to the top of my shoes where I can step out of them. I am showing off, parading about in front of my new boyfriend, but I don't care - I feel daring and sexy and I feel like nothing is wrong any more... I reach out to the bedside table and scoop up some of the vaseline on my index finger. I spread my legs again and, while Steve watches, reach down behind me with two fingers and make a show of smearing the cool lubricant into the warm cleft between my spread buttocks. I look back over my shoulder, seeing him intently watching the movements of my hand beneath me, my fingers shamelessly preparing the way for him, pushing the slippery jelly up deep into my openly displayed anus. I am fully aroused as I turn back to face the bed. If he has a problem with this particular indication that Jemima is not a totally genetic female, he doesn't show it. I move over to him, bending over to bestow a quick kiss on his proudly jutting cock. In motion, I replace my kiss with a handful of vaseline, my fingers shaping themselves to his manhood, spreading the lubricant up and over the stiff shaft and coaxing a moan of pleasure from him. I stroke him as I'd done before, grasping the slippery cock in my right hand and caressing him firmly and adoringly while I climb onto the bed to straddle him. My knees press into his thighs as I position myself over his outstretched form, steadying myself with my free hand. Exposed in my teddiette, stockings and heels, I kneel up to straddle my lover's flat, hairy, stomach and hold my bared bottom up high over the aroused stiffness of his prick (...ride his prick until he shoots his spunk inside you...). I feel his hands come up to steady my lace-encased waist while I reach down behind me with my left hand and grasp him once more - the vivid feeling of his cock in my 'wrong' hand is particularly exciting - and wasting no more time, I deliberately press the waiting erection up into the crack between my lowering buttocks. Poised above him, I rub his hardness along the warm, lubricated, crevice between the cheeks of my bottom. "Does that feel nice?" I tease, brazenly looking right into his eyes... Steve watches me as I work the head of his prick in a slow sensuous circle around my moist entrance, letting us both enjoy the feeling of the smooth hard shaft probing my sticky rosebud. In a moment I will gently take him into me, millimetre by exquisite millimetre, extending and savouring the moment as long as possible... then my lover gasps aloud and, startling me, suddenly pushes his hips upwards off the bed to meet me. The head of his cock pushes straight into my open, unexpecting, anus. Unprepared, I cry out at the sudden penetration, the invading member slipping with ease into my slippery hole and totally filling me. Independent of my control, my head goes back and my eyes close with the intensity of the feelings within me. The muscles on the top of my legs began to tremble but I am held firmly round the waist, preventing any escape. I manage to move up away from him slightly but am quickly pulled back down onto the slow steady pressure that signals his advancing prick. I give myself up to the sensations inside me and softly moan aloud, beginning to breathe harder in my excitement. Steve allows me to raise my bottom up a little, only to pull me back down again to be penetrated a little further... Then I feel the naked flesh of his thighs against the warm cheeks of my behind. I carefully ease myself back onto my heels, now extremely aware that my poor bottom is tightly clasping his entire length inside. Staying very still for a long time, I let my eyes re-focus and the intensity of the feelings inside me subside toward quiet. I lean my head forward and see that he is doing exactly the same thing, his eyes once more focusing on my face and his mouth spreading into a smile. "Steve, I.." I try to speak. Jemima's Tale Pt. 02 "Shush," he whispers, "Don't say anything... I'm going to fuck you." He raises his knees off the bed behind me until they rest against my lower back. I lean back weakly, unable to concentrate on anything except the penetrating fullness radiating through my bottom. The grip around my waist is almost fierce. As his hips come up off the bed once more, his throbbing manhood pushes even deeper into my rectum; I gasp, knowing that it has been decided that I am no longer in charge. Part 8 - Jemima's Reward My lover begins to push his rigid shaft right up into me, gaining momentum from each bounce of the mattress beneath us. Being taken in this position feels so different from last time - the springiness of the bed makes me feel even less in control than before. Impaled above him, I can do nothing but try to catch my breath between each powerful thrust up inside me. His thighs slap against my bare behind and the sound serves to excite me more and more... "OHH... OHHH... ohh...ohh..." My anus flames with pure pleasure at receiving this wonderful battering. My lovers eyes close as he pumps in and out of me, lifting us both further up off the bed with each stroke. My breasts bounce as I absorb the shock of each grunting push between my buttocks; I don't know what to do with my hands - I don't know what to do at all except moan helplessly in delight at what is being done to me. He ploughs into me faster and faster and I find myself growing light-headed, sensing his approaching climax inside me. Not breaking the rhythm of our fucking, I half-fall, half-lower myself, forwards onto the broad expanse of his chest. His hands move down my body to get a better purchase on my bottom and without pausing, he naturally adjusts the angle of his exquisite thrusts into me. Now I lie spread out along the whole length of my lovers body. My legs stretch wide across his solid middle making the sweaty insides of my thighs rub deliciously around his waist. Even though my bursting erection is now repeatedly being squeezed against the muscles of his stomach, I feel totally, swooningly, female: my breasts heave against the strength of his chest, my hips rise and fall in his controlling hands, and with my whole being I know how it feels to be a woman preparing for her man to come inside her, to lovingly receive the gift of his hot seed between her eager buttocks. Abandoning myself to our lovemaking, I put my arms up round his neck, kissing him passionately and open-mouthed. This is what I crave - totally enfolded by my strong male lover and taking everything he has to give. The familiar tickle of his moustache brings the wonderful fullness in my anus almost unbearably into focus. There is a feeling of bigness in my chest that threatens to burst wide open. His tongue probes between my lips, mirroring the shaft that delves repeatedly into my bottom. I moan helplessly into his mouth, clamping myself to his body as though I'd never let go; each heavenly thrust into my rear makes me gasp, white heat growing and flooding through my trapped prick as it rubs excitingly between our sweaty bodies. Through the closed window comes the faint evening sounds of the traffic at the end of the road, people going home from work never dreaming that mere feet of their heads a guy dressed in frilly lingerie is being rigorously shafted - writhing around in sheer pleasure, impaled on the end of his boyfriends throbbing cock - and loving every sweaty, depraved minute of it... All at once it is too much, I feel like I'm floating as my hips buck against him and I climax uncontrollably, the movement of my stomach smearing sticky come over the body of the man beneath me. In the throes of my ecstacy, the thrusting member burning its way through my insides suddenly feels totally, overwhelmingly, enormous and provokes shuddering waves of pleasure that completely overtake me, shaking me to my very core. Losing control, I feel on the verge of tears when a mighty push deep inside me forces me to cry out with sheer abandoned pleasure(...OHHHH STEVE make me have it...). I can feel his orgasm literally explode within me, his prick shooting powerful jets of come into my tingling anus. Held rigidly in his arms, his groin jammed right up between my trembling buttocks, I can do nothing but wriggle helplessly against his chest and accept my lovers cock as it delivers its load deep inside me, the warm fluid pulsing into me until my bottom becomes wet and dripping against his thighs. Imprisoned in those powerful arms, I take all he has to give, our two bodies locked together in total, stretching, ecstacy. I am the girl, totally opening myself up to my man, letting him sheath his urgent masculine need in my willingly-offered centre and I accept this role lovingly and gratefully. I feel totally fulfiled like this - able to truly be Jemima, the willing, feminine recipient of such potent male sexuality. Part 9 - Unquenchable Desires Steve holds me tight until he is finished, then he relaxes back on the bed with an audible groan. Totally spent, I lie on top of him, immersed in the afterglow of both our orgasms. I love the casual intimacy of his hands moving down my body, sliding under my taut suspender straps and idly stroking my bare behind. I feel his fingers smearing stray blobs of wetness into my smooth skin and I feel like purring like a cat, excited at the thought of his semen being rubbed into my buttocks (...a beauty treatment I want to happen again and again...) It makes me so happy to know that it is my body that has well and truly satiated this man. Indeed, my insides are simply awash with his newly-deposited sperm and I know that soon I will have to retire to the bathroom, if only to preserve some of my feminine mystery for my well-endowed lover... I feel dangerously out of control: I had finally found myself what felt like a real boyfriend, someone for whom I could dress up and play the subservient female - sucking his prick and letting him fuck me good and proper. Just like our first time together, there was nothing on earth that even came close to the way that being taken by him made me feel. I know that I could get deeper and deeper into this life as Jemima, a life revolving around offering myself to appease this man's desires, letting him take control and use me, sexually, as he saw fit. If I truly had been a woman I would be appalled, but Jemima found this way of being so totally intoxicating and fulfiling that there was simply no question of going back. It seemed my life as Jemima was totally at the mercy of her desire to act out her increasingly wanton fantasies... Jemima's Tale Pt. 03 Part 1 - Jemima's First Love They say you never truly forget your first lover. Looking back, the time that I spent as Jemima, in my very first sexual relationship with another man, was undoubtedly the most intense and pleasurable time of my life. How could it have been otherwise, when for as long as I could remember, a good proportion of my waking thoughts had dwelled on what it would be like to dress up and play the female for a strong, handsome boyfriend? As I got to know Steve a little better, it became apparent that, for me, there were a few aspects of our relationship that I would have liked to know more about - no major secrets, or anything like that - but certain unspoken questions that I was dying to have the answers to. I knew that he had married early and, in the way that these things go sometimes, eventually realised that sexually he needed something more - although he wasn't quite sure what. After the traditional messy divorce and experimentation in the gay scene, Steve found that although having sex with men was pleasurable, once the initial excitement had waned, it wasn't totally satisfying either. Enter the internet - and discovering the world of transvestites and she-males had simply blown his mind; he fantasied about being in bed with someone who blended the sexual intensity of a man with certain feminine qualities that he found arousing... Our accidental "first encounter', he had told me, had given him the perfect opportunity to explore "the best of both worlds", as he put it... I remember blushing when he'd said that fucking me had been everything he'd imagined it might be... I knew that I was more communicative and creative than Steve, although he was much more practical and confident. I had gone through more formal education, but he had more life-experience, so we were pretty evenly matched. It was when it came down to talking about sex that I noticed a difference between us. Ironically, I suppose I was like the classic example of a girl wanting her boyfriend to express his feelings more, but in my case I really wanted him to reassure me that he was happy with our sex-life, to tell me what I could do to make it even better or what he thought or fantasied about when we made love. I realised that the pattern of our encounters had been established by the way we had initially met - I was girly, sexy Jemima for him, in my lingerie and outfits, and that gave him the easy way out - a ready-made role as the lustful male helpless to resist my feminine wiles. He could get by quite happily without communicating anything much about his inner self. This was fair enough as far as it went - after all, I REALLY loved being a prick-tease - but was that the only dimension to our sexual identities? I was sure it wasn't. When it actually came down to it I never dared ask Steve about this stuff out right - I guess I was a bit too afraid of the answers I might get - so I kept it at the back of my mind, content with what had settled into a two-or-three-times-a-week routine of being regularly fucked. Then, on one of our meetings, something took place that made me look at my staid new boyfriend in a slightly new light... Part 2 - New Games for Jemima Coming up to his 39th birthday (25th of May - a Taurean/Gemini cusp, which should give you a clue!) - I half-jokingly suggested that for a birthday treat, I would indulge his wildest/silliest dreams in one incredible night of passion. Lying next to him one night, after a particularly satisfying session of lovemaking, I took advantage of his post-orgasmic state of relaxation and, amidst a fair amount of giggling, told him that if he wrote down everything he wanted in a special letter of instructions - how he wanted me to dress, some scene we could act out, any special things we might do - it would really be a turn on for me to set it up for him. I felt excited and quite clever at my ingenuity - in effect, I had neatly given him permission to act out his deepest fantasies - on me! The designated Saturday night arrived. After a leisurely day, I got myself a glass of white wine, retrieved the all-important parcel from the drawer where it had been smouldering away all day, and lay on my bed to open it. I was trying not to be, but I was actually quite nervous. I knew by now that Steve had no real harm in him, but he could be quite a 'bloke' sometimes - not exactly aggressive, but when he felt like it, he could stubbornly insist on getting what he wanted. All week I had tried to avoid thinking about the more extreme scenarios that I could be subjected to - depraved visions of me kneeling before him with his piss running down my face... or bent over the back of the sofa with his fist jammed into my rectum... or... Quickly opening the brown-paper parcel, I pulled out: a sealed bag of clear plastic - my heart fluttered as I saw what looked like pink lingerie packed neatly inside; a small packet wrapped in pink tissue paper; two one-metre lengths of thick pink ribbon; a folded piece of A4 piece of paper. Excitement building in my stomach, I unfolded the paper and started to read the typed instructions - it wasn't long before I found myself wondering just what I was letting myself in for with my new boyfriend... Part 3 - Jemima gets Ready for her Man It took me most of the afternoon to get ready. I kitted my bedroom out with soft candlelight, incense and music, laid the contents of my package out on the bed, then when everything was assembled and ready, I retreated to the bathroom and bathed, shaved and powdered myself until I was clean and baby-smooth all over. I dried my hair, trimmed my fringe a little and with a little gel, brushed and obeying my instructions, styled it long so that it hung down to my shoulders, full and silky. I returned to the bedroom to examine what my boyfriend had bought for me. First, I carefully unwrapped the tissue paper bundle and what looked like two long diamante earrings attached to overlarge gold clasps revealed themselves to my curious gaze. Then it hit me - my lover had sent me a beautiful pair of nipple-clips to wear for him! Already feeling quite excited, I quickly ripped open the bag of lingerie and emptied the contents out onto the bed: a gorgeous girly-pink satin nightie; matching full satin panties and a packet of luxurious hold-up stockings in pure - white. There seemed to be a lot of straps for such a short nightie, but it was only on untangling it and holding it up against me that I finally realised what exactly was going on - it was topless! The delicate frilled shoulder straps had been designed to separate into two above each breast, carried on down around each side to meet again under the cunningly underwired bustline where the skirt began. Effectively both breasts were left nicely bared and lifted for any appreciative onlookers... I knew that one appreciative onlooker in particular was ensuring that there was no chance he would miss out on seeing my new jewellery... Then it was time for Jemima to get dressed! As usual, I opened the packet of stockings first, lingering over the familiar ritual of inserting my toes, pulling the sheer, stretching, mesh up and around my legs, the elastic tops holding them snug around my upper thighs. My legs felt amazing in the clinging white nylon, like they were always meant to be this smooth and alive. I rubbed my thighs together just to enjoy the familiar smooth buzz of nylon and the enhanced feeling of skin against skin. My usual hard-on appeared immediately and I indulged it with a few loving strokes while admiring my legs in the wardrobe mirror. I interrupted my normal routine, desperate to try out my strange new gifts. My nipples were already rock hard at the mere thought of being adorned with the jewelled clasps, so clipping them on was easy. Soon a two-inch long enamelled column dangled freely from the centre of each breast; it wasn't painful, as such, but quite firm and definately intense - arousingly so! I experimented with making them swing from side to side, and an exquisite feeling of utter shamelessness flooded through me - my heart was already beating ften to the dozen at the thought of wearing these with the topless nightie - I just couldn't believe that I was going to let someone see me in this state. The panties came next, pulled up tight, smooth and clingy over my bum. I noticed with pleasure that they were trimmed at waist and legs with the same frilly edging as the nightie... I slid the soft satin nightdress over my head. Wow! The underwire worked its magic, and I became very aware that my titties, with their exquisitely sensitive tips, were now protruding full and round through their frilly pink harness of straps. Unable to stop myself, I slid my fingers up beneath the clips and caressed my poor, squeezed, nipples until a wave of sudden pleasure made me quickly stop before I really got turned on... Another sip of wine to calm down and it was time for make-up - gold eyeshadow, full, big lashes and luscious pastel-pink lips. Normally, I loved to have intense, vibrant colours on my fingernails, but tonight my instructions dictated that I would be wearing clear nail varnish on my fingers. I thought that, although not what I would have chosen, it actually gave my nails a young, more natural look. Steve had not specified footwear, so for my feet I chose my little white three-inch heels, with slender ankle straps that fastened with delicate gold buckles. I decided to wear my little gold heart earrings, complementing the items my lover had provided and making me feel even more attractive and feminine. Finally I slipped on the heels and gave a twirl in the mirror - overall, it seemed my boyfriend wanted to enjoy me dressed as: quite young, definately girly and extremely available... Below the blatent sexual display of my breasts, the spread of the frilled skirt emphasised my trim waist and was short enough to nicely show off my pert, pantied, bum. I was running late, so hurriedly, I tidied the debris away and, with nervous anticipation, moved to obey the rest of my boyfriend's instructions. Taking the two long lengths of ribbon, I stood at the end of the bed. With a last check in the mirror, I reached down and efficiently tied my ankles together - alternately winding one of the ribbons round each stockinged ankle, above the delicate white straps of my shoes, and securing it firmly. The second ribbon was tied round my left wrist. Placing both hands behind my back, as instructed, I wound my right wrist round the rest of the ribbon until my hands were tightly tied together in the small of my back. Ankles and wrists tied, I completed the manoeuvre by kneeling, as instructed, upright on the floor at the edge of the bed. Looking over in the mirror I could just see a glimpse of Jemima, tied and helpless in her topless baby-doll nightie - looking excited but nervous as she awaits the pleasure of her new master... Part 4 - Jemima Learns to Submit I hear the door downstairs open and close and I know that he has come for me. I hear the usual sounds of my boyfriend making his way up the stairs, but am taken aback as his shape appears in the doorway, looking down at me kneeling there ready for him. Disconcerted, I take in my lovers unfamiliar new appearance, from top to bottom: Mirror shades prevent me from seeing his blue-green eyes, and for some reason, rather than seem laughable, they cause my heart to start pounding fast beneath my nightie; - thin leather choker I have never seen before; - short black t-shirt showing his still-flat muscled stomach; - drab green canvas cargo pants; - my attention is drawn to his slick black leather gloves; - black doc martins complete the, slightly unnerving, definately different look. I barely have time to register that he has dressed to emphasise that things will not be the same tonight, when he comes over to stand above me. My head is on a level with his taut midriff, and I can literally feel the tension building in the warm room. I look up at my masters face at all times, as his note instructed. I feel very soft and vulnerable next to this strange man. He looks down and his hand comes up to hold me under the chin. I feel the thin leather against my skin and a shiver of anticipation passes through me. It really does seem very different to usual - for a moment I am lost in the distorted reflection of an unsure, but highly excited, Jemima in the silver shades - all trembling big lashes and luscious pink lips. He reaches down behind me and finishes tying my wrists properly. I test them and feel that they are secure - I must ensure that I am a good girl tonight, so that I will be released later. I am in a dream, kneeling obediently before this strange and powerful man. Helpless and vulnerable in my girlie frills, with breasts bared and hands tied behind my back, I have promised that I will let him do anything he desires to me... Without saying a word, Steve's hands interrupt my thoughts, sliding his hands round my exposed breasts. Leather-gloved fingers follow the naked mounds of my flesh, tracing the outlines of the swinging clasps. I cannot help emitting a hiss of excitement as he fondles me, pulling and caressing my excited nipples until they are burning against my chest, twin flames throbbing wickedly in pleasure/pain beneath their new adornments. My new master does not speak but I can tell he is pleased by my compliance. His hand presses between my shoulder blades, pushing me forwards onto the edge of the bed until my face and shoulders are resting against the soft pink coverlet. A sharp slap on my bottom urges my hips up and forwards, then squatting down by my side, I feel him roughly slide his hand down the back of my panties. He pushes, spreading and separating my buttocks and I instinctively move my legs apart to help him gain access to me. I have absolutely no thought of resistance. Single-mindedly, fingers slide down my bottom crack and deftly probe the entrance to my body. I am glad that, as instructed, I have carefully prepared myself and am slick with lubrication because, without any preamble, a gloved finger pushes straight inside me, bringing my head up off the bed with an audible gasp. My new master leans round to look me straight in the face. Through the impenetrable silver shades, his amused gaze impales me just as intimately as the insistent pressure of his finger in my bottom. "You want it don't you?" he asks, already knowing the answer. I swallow hard and nod, staring at the bedcovers in shame. "Look at me, when I'm talking to you." I drag my eyes back to the humiliating vision of myself in those mirror lenses. His voice is sterner now: "Say it!" "Yes I want it..," I manage to reply. He doesn't let it go, revelling in my embarrassment, "Say: I want your finger up me." He is ruthless in my humiliation. Blushing furiously, I make myself repeat the words, "I want your finger up me..." "Like this?" "OhHH..." Now my anus is completely open to him. "More?" His face is a blur in my vision, his finger pushes further inside. "Uhh...oHHH!" I feel myself parting before him. "Well?" Fully up inside me, leather-encased knuckles rest excitingly against my bottom cheeks. I lean forward on my knees, holding my arse as high in the air as I can, my prick full and hard in my panties. "Uhh please!" I blurt out helplessly. "I'll take that as a yes..." A second finger squeezes into me and I gasp at the added thickness and the glorious hollow ache inside that comes from being penetrated. He finger-fucks me for a few moments, moving in and out, quite roughly. He is making it obvious that any stimulation I might derive from his actions would be merely co-incidental, nevertheless the movement from his hand causes the front of my frilly underwear to drag across the stiff head of my erection, adding to the swirl of pleasure building inside me, up inside my very core. I am breathing hard now as his finger works inside me, my rear is on fire, my nipples are on fire from the ever-present clips - I am his plaything, his sexual slave and I love it - feeling myself being taken to the edge, starting to lose it... Abruptly, his finger stops its marvellous movement, and I protest. "Please!" "Would you like another finger?" he asks dangerously. "Oh yes," I whisper quietly, ready to be utterly ravished by this stranger's strong, clever, fingers - ready for him to make me squirt my cream right into my lovely satin panties... "Yes... I'm sure you would." He sounds amused. I cannot help closing my eyes as his finger abruptly withdraws from me. Tonight I am not here for my pleasure, but for his. "Get up," orders my new master and wide-eyed - and not a little unnerved - I quickly obey. I am already a complete wreck. Being treated like this is so unexpectedly, incredibly, erotic that I can hardly think straight - I had no idea that my new boyfriend could be like this, and I am shocked at the depth and immediacy of my own responses... I struggled to my feet, finding it awkward with my hands behind my back and stand before him, breathing a little heavily. Steve moves up close until his broad chest almost touches my tingling breasts. He even smells different to usual. Wondering, I tilt my head to look up at his face. His lips meet mine in an instantly arousing, passionate kiss that really does take my breath away. It had previously become obvious to me that my lover was so much more sexually experienced than me and now, particularly as I am unable to see his eyes, I realise that I have been rendered completely awestruck by his confident, male, potency. Helpless to resist, I lean into the strong, enfolding, arms, marvelling at the feeling of hard muscles against my bare skin. My sensitive breasts crush into his chest, exciting me in their emphasised femininity. When we are together like this, all my worries disappear and it all seems so simple: this man lets me be his girl, because for both of us equally, my responses to his masculine power heighten the enjoyment of our sexuality and lovemaking to fever pitch in a way that nothing else can... His crotch rubs sensuously against my own, and I murmur my pleasure into his mouth, my prick once more growing large to meet his own expanding erection, his closeness allowing me to feel every detail of its impressive size and hardness. Beneath my bound hands, leather-clad fingers run confidently over my bottom, "Such a lovely bum..." he whispers in a voice that brings my prick up even stiffer than ever. He knows that, tonight, my body is his to do with as he wants. I am being opened up by his mouth, my lipstick smearing as our two tongues meet, tease, and excite each other. I become almost dizzy with sensation and sexual tension. Without thinking I disengage from the kiss and begin to lower myself, as best I can, to the floor. Just like always with Steve, I am eager to make him want me by getting on my knees before his beautiful stiff cock and pleasing it in the best way I know how... Part 5 - Jemima Gets it Wrong Kneeling before him, I press my lips to the front of his trousers. His full erection is a solid bulge beneath the rough canvas and I know that I have to have it in my mouth. I gently touch the green material with the tip of my tongue. His hands come down to my head, but instead of offering encouragement, they hold me firm while he drags his hips back, away from my eager mouth. His voice comes from above me: "What are you doing?" In a momentary confusion, I am too excited to stop. The hold on my hair grows stronger. The man above me is frowning. "Did I tell you to suck me?" "No," I reply in a little voice, unsure now. "Well?" He sounds angry. My face blazing, I start to explain, "I didn't mean..." Jemima's Tale Pt. 03 He interrupts. "Didn't I tell you to look at me when I'm speaking?" This isn't much fun - I look up at him, "Yes," I say sullenly. There's a sharp thunk, pain in the side of my head and little silver stars floating round my eyeballs - he has actually hit me! "Hey," I start to say... In one movement he grasps my arm, pulls me up and turns me, whirling me round on my three-inch heels before pushing me, hands still tied, head-first over the padded arm of the nearby chair. My face bounces (..Ooff!..) off the opposite chair arm. I start to wriggle but a warning hand on the small of my back presses my tummy into the wide,padded, arm. A powerful leg traps my knees against the side of the chair. I am helpless. The back of my panties are yanked down - I yelp as the front catches on my erection - and pulled down my thighs just enough to expose my naked buttocks to the warm bedroom air. I turn my head to the side, the better to breathe, and close my eyes - the better to imagine my boyfriend staring down at my pale, helpless bottom nicely presented to him over the chair arm - it seems I am going to get my first real (...angry!...) spanking! I wait for a silent, never-ending, moment - then his hand on my back tenses and a blazing slap across my upthrust rear makes me jump. Smack - there goes another across the centre of my bum - I try to rear up but I am securely held in place. In the quiet warmth of the bedroom, it seems like I hear the next shockingly-loud slap even before I feel the - Smack! - owch that stung - he was so fast - Smack! - I distinctly felt my bare skin ripple under his hard, flat, hand on that one. I start to squirm, becoming excited now, as my bottom cheeks get warmer and I discover that my prick, snugly nestled in its satin covering, is able to rub deliciously against the thick padding of the chair arm... SMACK! - just like when I spank myself, the throbbing in my buttocks is starting to drive me crazy - but with Steve I have no idea when the next merciless - SMACK! - (...ohh!...) - will be! I am warm all over now, breathing heavily into the chair cushion and writhing so much beneath each blow that he is really having to hold me down. SmACK! - (...hhuuhh...) - delicious fire runs across my backside forcing a tiny cry from my lips - this isn't six of the best - it's more like a dozen of the very best! I push my face back into the cushion to muffle my excitement - SMACK! "UhhH" I hear myself moan, abandoning myself to the sheer sensuality of my predicament -the satin nightie up round my waist - the jewelled clamps dangling from my breasts - my stockinged legs hanging straight down, toes digging into the soft carpet - my tied wrists damp with sweat - bare, punished, buttocks glowing red-hot in the dim room... SMACK! "UUHH," a trickle of sweat runs down my cheek as, despite the awkward angle, I shamelessly hump my hips against the chair arm. I want this man to stop spanking me and get up right behind me, unzip his lovely hard cock and rub it teasingly all over my poor, throbbing, bottom until I moan and beg him to drive it deep into my desperately-waiting hole... A final SMACK and his hands release their grip on my back. I let out a little cry of disappointment and just lie where I have been left, bare arse in the air and stiff prick pressed into the chair arm. My poor bottom is really stinging - I know it must be very red and inflamed - and I can't believe how vulnerable and so very sexy it makes me feel. I know Steve is watching me lying here, an aroused and dishevelled heap bent over the chair. I guess it is obvious, both to me and my assertive new boyfriend, that a proper spanking really does drive me wild. The next command comes soon after, "Now - stand up... and remember who's in charge." How could I forget, now? Part 6 - Jemima Learns Pleasure in Obedience With a little help, I pull myself upright and stand still in front of my master - I am in no state to disobey this strange, forceful Steve, so I wait obediently for his next instruction. His right hand moves down my front and firmly grasps my aroused prick, still trapped in the smooth satin ruffles of my panties. His tight grip enfolds and caresses my stiff rod through the sheath of soft pink underwear. A little gasp escapes from my mouth and I start to move my hips, straining excitedly within the unyielding leather prison of his fist. His shades stare straight into my eyes, watching my reaction while he begins to wank me in a calm, matter-of-fact, sort of way. My forehead still feels very warm and I know that my face is shiny with arousal. Mindful of his previous instruction, I keep looking back at my master, biting my lip to stifle the pleasure he is bringing. It feels that everything is going so fast! "Yeees.., we'll have to do something about THIS." The statement is punctuated with a final, mighty tug on my buried hard-on that makes my knees go weak. "Nice though these are, I think we'll have them off now..." He releases the front of the frilly knickers and, reaching behind me, inserts a finger in the back of my waistband, below my tied wrists. Casually he pulls downward and the rear of my panties slides down over my bum to cling around the backs of my thighs. The front of my panties remains where it is for the moment, held up by my significantly-swollen prick. I notice that the satin is damp where it is stretched over the hidden tip of my protruding erection. He gives me my next instruction and I can't believe my ears, "Now lie back on the bed and ask me to wank you off." You can head a pin drop on the soft bedroom carpet. I am aware of my mind racing to try and catch up with this new command (...push your hips right up and come in his hand while he watches...). I slowly sit down on the edge of the bed, totally passive in mute, excited, surrender. "That's right, lean right back and get those legs up," he orders and suddenly it all becomes very real. Breathlessly, I obey, lying back on the smooth pink coverlet, taking my weight on my bound wrists and shoulders. I feel utterly at his mercy. The jewelled clasps rest pointedly on the naked flesh below my nipples. My nightie has bunched up around my waist, leaving my bottom totally uncovered, and the cool bedcovering beneath my rear increases my feeling of nakedness. When I raise my stocking-clad legs up high in the air as instructed, I feel even more exposed, for I can see that the bared rosebud of my anus is now in full view of my new master, lewdly framed by white curves of trembling buttocks. I know I am blushing ferociously at my complete submissiveness (...and loving it at the same time...) when suddenly Steve steps forward between my legs and his hips nudge my spread thighs. I feel the definite, prominent bulge in his cargo pants pressing right up against my spread and open hole and anticipation sends me totally light-headed. The man standing over me glances down briefly at my swollen erection, still trapped under its pink satin covering. "Well?" he asks. Laid out before him, completely in his control, my heart is racing in my chest and I moan once and wrap my legs round his solid waist; I am ready for him to unzip and take me then and there. "Please..," I beg, rubbing myself against his crotch, excited by the thought that only a single layer of material prevents that beautiful thick cock from sliding straight into the moist, accepting, depths of my behind. My boyfriend looks down at me, taking it all in. He smiles, not entirely without pity, watching me pumping my hips on the bed, desperately rubbing my inner thighs against the rough canvas over his crotch, my pleading eyes fixed on my masters face. "Please... ...touch it... oh please..." I whisper in sweaty humiliation. We both know that even after only this brief time, I totally, erotically, belong to him. Mesmerised, I watch a gloved hand reach down and toy with the back of my panties, stretched taut between my spread thighs. My master's hand runs deliciously over the bare flesh of my uptilted bottom before moving further up. With a sudden whip of his arm, the panties are ripped off me, bringing a sharp, stinging cut whipping across the back of my legs that makes me wince. I quickly forget the pain, however, as the reddened stiffness protruding from between my raised legs finally unfurls into the warm bedroom air. Totally naked from my waist down, I feel cool leather fingers reaching to surround my exposed prick. Once again, I am helpless to resist, immediately raising my bottom up off the bed to meet the wonderfully enclosing fist. He begins to work me expertly, smiling briefly as I send an involuntary gasp of pleasure echoing through the warm bedroom. His arm pumps me relentlessly, wanking me with firm, arousing, strokes - building and coaxing a delicious answering movement from my hips (...oh my love oh yess...). Held tight in the exquisite strength of his grasp, I feel my orgasm building and I can feel myself losing control - my fists clenched beneath me, my hips rising and falling to my master's insidious, knowing, rhythm, my thighs desperately clamped around his waist - (...oh Steve I can feel you so much...) "You really like this, don't you, you little slut?" "Ohhhhh..." My head tosses from side to side and through slitted eyes I catch a glimpse in the mirror, a vision of Jemima in pink frills, splayed out and ravished across the bedcovers (...oh yes yESS make me come in your hand make me have it make me squeal...) Steve bends forwards over me, cupping his left hand in front of my engorged glans while still pumping my shaft vigorously with his right. With perfect timing he whispers softly: "Now show me how you come..." Fingers of steel velvet squeeze hard (...OHH GOD...), triggering an uncontrollable, shuddering, wave of orgasm that burns its way up through my groin and erupts in pulsing spurts of sticky come, right into Steve's waiting palm - and a little over my white stockings, I struggle to free my trapped hands, bucking up off the bed and crying out with the force of my climax . My bare breasts heave deliciously, my head is buzzing, my whole body stretching and filling with flowing, tingling, warmth. I feel my lover's hand milking the final squirts of semen from me as complete pleasure diffuses through my body. (... ohh Steve...) I lower my legs, flopping back on the bed to recover my breath, tears of release wet on my cheeks. At that moment, I knew that I truly loved the man standing in front of me. My lover and master, my Steve gives me the freedom to revel in my own sensuality, and the wonderful gifts of his own sexual desires. I feel overwhelmed that another man could enjoy making me feel such pleasure like this, and I know that I will do anything to likewise satisfy him in return. Part 7 - Jemima is Reminded Who's Boss I open my eyes and look up at him, I know my face is flushed with the orgasm he had wrought . He holds up his hand and I see the pearly-white evidence of my ejaculation nestling in the palm of the black glove. He regards it for a moment before speaking: "I take it you enjoyed that.. ". It wasn't a question, which was just as well as I am not really up to a coherent reply yet. "Anyway, turn over..," he demonstrates a rotating motion with a gloved finger, just in case I had missed the point. My mind starts to return to focus as I sit up to obey this new instruction. It is awkward with my tied arms but I roll my shoulder onto the bedspread and hunch my knees up until I am facing the pink cotton pillows, resting on my right cheek and knees. At least the weight is off my poor wrists, now resting in the small of my back, while on my underside I once more feel the familiar tug of gravity on my ornamented nipples and they respond by sending a renewed frisson of excitement through my post-orgasmic haze. I feel the toes of my shoes resting just over the edge of the bed and in my hazy, unguarded state, something starts to dawn on me: apart from stockings and heels, I am completely naked from the waist down; - I have just been ordered into the perfect position to be mounted and given a really good fucking from the rear... More alert now, I look over my shoulder at Steve's face. The unblinking mirror lenses impassively reflect my predicament back to me and a shiver of submissive pleasure trips through my stomach. In this vulnerable new position I am totally and temptingly presented to my new master: from the uncovered flare of my waist and hips beneath my bound hands, down over the rounded globes of my upthrust buttocks - even now still pink and glowing from their earlier punishment - past the backs of white stocking-tops to the smooth creases at the backs of my knees... a completely shameless vision of utter sexual accessibility... I watch as Steve steps right up to the edge of the bed and bends forwards slightly. Although out of my direct vision, I soon know what his intentions are for immediately I feel him reach between my open thighs and casually push his left hand right up under the spread cheeks of my bottom. Cool leather firmly and deliberately parts my buttocks before pressing up hard between them. I gasp out loud with sudden understanding, my imprisoned fingers helplessly claw the air, and I feel the wet leather palm of his glove rub its way along my exposed crevice - smearing its sticky cargo of sperm right up into my gaping crack and anus... "Waste not, want not," he murmurs and I flush in humiliation, turning and hiding my face in the coverlet while rough fingers of leather open my secret places, pushing deep into my hole and deftly tamping the slippery semen up inside my bottom. I feel dirty, defiled and at the same time, incredibly excited, - my body unable to do anything but simply hold itself in position and take it. I moan softly to myself, appalled at my own depraved excitement, as I let my master lubricate my behind with the copious residue of my own recent ejaculation... The palm of his glove is wiped clean on my raised buttocks (...rub it into my hot red arse...), before they are given a parting slap that sends a CRACK of fire swiping across the sensitive skin and brings my head up sharply in attention. Amused now, my lover issues his next instruction: "Now you're fit for action, you can get me ready," I hear him say callously. I look back up at him again and this time the imperious finger indicates the crotch of the green cargo pants, "So come here - and start sucking". My master orders and I have to obey. As quickly as I can, I rock back onto my knees and move my body round 180 degrees until I am facing him. My head is level with his stomach and I see that I am going to have to lean down and forwards to be near his waistband. "Wait," he warns and I pause obediently while the man standing in front of me casually unzips himself: "Get on with it," he orders. I lean right forward, exposing my naked breasts with their dangling jewellery to his gaze while ensuring that he has a good view of my bare, uptilted rear, while I am sucking him. I wish my hands were free to hold and stroke him, but I am glad that my master can see me bound and submissive before him. My mind is pure sensation, totally beyond thinking: I am a sex-obsessed slut who only craves the pleasure and satisfaction that comes from her depraved excitements. Trying hard not to topple forwards, I moan a loving greeting at the familiar rigid curve of my lover's prick. Released from its canvas prison and now straining hard and thick in front of me, the circumsized shaft is the most excited I have ever seen it, the slit in the red, angry-looking, glans gapes and oozes its pre-come invitingly. I smell Steve's powerful, spermy, musk and know that I am privileged to be allowed to be so intimate with such active, masculine, virility. At last my soft pink lips are permitted to be placed around the throbbing weapon and immediately I totally enclose it in my moist, welcoming mouth. Some of my hair is caught in my mouth and a gloved finger reaches down and pulls it away, in an almost tender gesture. My own excited - and slightly painful - erection stirs again into life as I consciously think about exactly what I am doing to this other man, (...oh my love, to have your strength between my lips...) then I joyfully and gratefully begin to suck for all I am worth. It's hard to keep balance on the bed with my hands tied behind me but I manage to keep steady as my head bobs up and down. I cannot look up but I know he is watching my efforts. My eager lips slide smoothly over the warm shaft, my tongue working intently on the sensitive bulb of the head. I truly love sucking this man's cock for him - I love the thickness in my mouth, the taste and smell of him and I love the feeling of the muscles at the root starting to tense. Confusingly, my mind is full of images of him kissing me full on the mouth while feeding me this beautiful manhood - both at the same time! - I want to swallow him up with everything I have. Cool air wafts between my sticky buttocks, reminding me of my reward-to-come, and I start to get more and more excited - I would dearly, dearly, love him to come in my mouth but I want him inside me so much more! Part 8 - Jemima Receives her Just Desserts. At last the order comes to stop and I reluctantly release his prick from my mouth and start the awkward process of turning round again. I scramble into position until I am kneeling before him on the edge of the bed. Still with the taste of his prick in my mouth, I push my behind right up and out towards him and press my face into the smooth bedcovering. I am so worked up now that I am actually trembling with anticipation - here on my knees, bottom aching for him, I know that my master is not going to be gentle... Sure enough, my hips are grabbed from behind - my stockinged knees slide easily over the pink coverlet - and I am pulled straight back towards his waiting prick - I am suddenly grateful for my unexpected extra lubrication as my lover enters me forcefully, easily cleaving my anxious buttocks apart with a single, masterful stroke and driving his whole length, tight and snug, up into my unresisting anus. I moan out his name out in sheer delight and the man inside me leans even further forward, pressing his stomach into my bound wrists, pushing himself right into me as far as he can go. I know he won't stop until he has totally taken possession of me. My eyes close and I start to breathe deeply. My backside is filled with him, my bottom crack wet and slippery with my own sperm. I take him into me like a woman, arching my back as best I can, pleased to once more feel the arousing prickle of his pubic hair up against my hole. I tense my buttocks and grip the invading shaft, welcomingly clasping the fullness of my lover's erection with my anus - trying to let him know just how much I love him being inside me, love all that he is doing to me, and that I never want him to stop, that I wished he could fuck me forever... I hear Steve give a huge groan of satisfaction and incredibly, I feel my muscles, clenching helplessly round the stretching thickness, intimately transmitting the vibrations through the entire insides of my body. A brief pause to savour the wonderful feeling of penetration, then without warning, my lover's pent up excitement explodes into action - firm, muscular, thighs sheathed in rough canvas pound into the cheeks of my bottom and I suddenly find that I am being energetically subjected to a full-on, doggie-style fucking. Instinctive, feminine, passions take over, I slide back and clumsily try to meet his thrusts - giving myself up to his male need. He moves my hips with his hands, teaching them the divine two-part rhythm of his lust. He retreats and pumps into me, pulling me back onto his prick.. obediently I thrust back against him (...uhH!...) taking him right into me, before he retreats... again he pumps into me, pulling me back onto his prick... Jemima's Tale Pt. 03 It is incredibly erotic: for the second time tonight I feel helpless against his rhythmic assault, the mattress creaks with each impact into me, forcing a grunt from my open mouth. "Uhh," my excitement mounts, even as I feel my sissy prick wilting under the fierce anal onslaught. (...uhh!...) - I struggle uselessly to free my wrists, but there is absolutely no escape - my stockings are falling down my sweaty thighs, my nightie is a mere band of cloth round my sweaty waist - "Uhh..." His large hands reach round, cupping my bare titties - "UHH!" He is driving me wild, rubbing the clips against my skin - "Uhh, please..," pulling on my aching nipples - I am going crazy, writhing in his gloved hands, impaled on the shaft driving repeatedly inside me. "UHH!' With each stroke inside me the cold metal of his zipper batters against my backside; each fast, exciting movement between my buttocks produces a distinct squelching sound - once more my face burns hot with shame - and sweat trickles down my crack adding to the slick wetness ... Looking in the mirror, through the hair falling over my face, I see, burning itself into my erotic imagination, a scene from my deepest fantasies - half-naked Jemima, delirious with pleasure, tied up, speared by a thick, stiff cock and being ravaged from behind. By a gorgeous blond hunk. Hard. (...ohyesohyes - UHH!...) he is hitting my g-spot so hard each time, my stomach feels weird, my knees weak like they will snap, my prick totally stiff again, waving in the air beneath the arc of my stomach, unable to satisfy itself... "Please...' This is the deepest and most intensely that he has ever fucked me - it doesn't really even feel like my Steve inside me! - and I know I am head-over-heels in love with the handsome, blond man now powering into my backside and making me moan like a girl at his touch... THRUST - "Uuhh!" It's too much - I watch my shiny pink lips begging for his prick, my shoulders quivering with each mighty slam into my rear, my prick bobbing frustratingly above the coverlet. THRUST - (..UHH! - he MUST come soon...) - I can't take any more of this - want him to explode up my arse fill me with his cream. THRUST - Shown no mercy (...like his come-slut - fucking you like his whore...), my mind is overwhelmed, unable to think. "PLEASE!" I wail again and suddenly everything is a blur of sensations: Steve's thighs piston wildly into my upthrust buttocks; the stiff column buried within me seems to swell even bigger and I moan in pure delight, for I know what"s coming. THRUSTing in me again, Steve shouts out, "Aaahh," something he never does, then, pounding into me, "YOU..." THRUST! "FUCKIN..." THRUST! (...yesyesNOW...) "BITCH!!" Strong hands pull me back hard against his groin, onto a vicious, driving, stroke that knocks the breath from me and forces his rampaging cock right into me up to the root. Firmly pressed into his groin, I can actually feel the pulse and twitch of the thick, slippery, organ wedged tightly between my bottom cheeks. My head reels and I pant with sheer delight as my lover ejaculates powerfully into my stretched, throbbing, anus, sending heavenly squirts of warm spunk streaming wetly through my insides. In a frenzy of lust and submission, I wriggle my bottom against his crotch, cooing in outrageous appreciation of my new master's prowess, "OhgodohyesohhhHH..." My arms and wrists are aching, my shoulders start to collapse but I am utterly overcome - almost mindless with pleasure - kneeling tied-up and dripping with spunk, while my boyfriend finishes emptying his load between my raised and welcoming buttocks. We fall forward together onto the bed, him still sprawled across my back, his weapon still tightly sheathed in my throbbing, battered rear. I am annihilated, I can't even think. My lover's full weight pushes me into the mattress. His chin rests near the top of my head, his heavy breaths vibrate through my body and it feels like very inch of our skin is touching. Pressing into my backside, his hips shift slightly and I know the ultimate, extraordinary intimacy of feeling him, still rock-hard and very erect, embedded deep inside me.This thought sends my limp, overstimulated prick, trapped deliciously beneath my tummy, into a girly, quivering spurt of release and forcing a pained gasp from me, helplessly feeling the slow warmth of orgasm spreading through me for the second time tonight. Part 9 - The Exposing of Jemima There was no going back from this. My desire to get Steve to open up to me more had, in reality, resulted in me being brought face to face with some of the deeper facets of my sexuality. Although he had obviously known how much I needed to express myself by playing a passive, feminine role in our lovemaking, Steve was now very much aware of how powerfully I could react to being actively humiliated by him. He had experienced first hand the incredible erotic depth-charge that had exploded in me when being properly made to sexually submit to his will... I, on the other hand, had found out that there were indeed strong hidden sides to the man I called my lover. The mutual discoveries we'd made this night were to have future repercussions on our relationship, and in a way, influenced its eventual end, but lying there beneath my lover, with the taste of his prick on my lips, jewelled nipples sore against the bedclothes and aching bottom overflowing with his semen, I knew only that I had effectively given my new boyfriend the secret keys to Jemima's heart. And now there was nothing I could do now to take them back... Jemima's Tale Pt. 04 Part 1 - Jemima puts on a Show Since more actively exploring my feelings and fantasies as Jemima, the range of sexual behaviour that I found myself considering - and actually indulging in - had increased dramatically in many new directions. So far, the number of times I have been caught out doing something really, really stupid is two and both times have involved being videoed. It's actually quite ironic, seeing that it was sort of because of the first videotape that I made the second... It was to be my anniversary present for Steve. Late one night I was by myself, after watching a rather sexy Japanese film on cable and with more than a few drinks inside me. I made my mind up that, seeing as I would be away with work and we wouldn't be together on our anniversary night, I would leave Steve something special, to while away the hours until my return. Once I had the idea, I grew quite excited and quickly rushed about while I was in the mood. I switched on all the lights in the room, even brought various lamps from the bedroom, pointing them all directly on the brown leather sofa. I then set the video camera up on its tall tripod and angled and framed the shot with a pile of large cushions standing in for me. Lastly, I stole the big standalone mirror from the spare room and propped it up on a chair behind the camera, so I could see everything that the camera would see. Now to get ready! I run up to the bedroom to get ready, raiding the special tissue-lined drawer in the wardrobe for my chosen outfit. Throwing off my robe and standing naked before the mirror, I pause to take in my reflection, glad of my still-trim waist, my nicely rounded bottom and smooth, shaven limbs that all make it so much easier when the time comes to be transformed into Jemima. I pick up my beautiful black lacy balconette bra, slide my arms through the long slender shoulder straps, before fastening it at the front, instantly gaining a small but definate cleavage. I can't resist running my hands over my curvy new breasts - bras always make me feel so lovely and girly! Sitting on the bed, I ball up one leg of my best opaque silky-black tights. Popping my foot into the delicate bundle I carefully pull it up to my calf. Then the other foot. Now the best bit: standing, I grasp the waistband and slowly pull upwards, dark mesh stretching smooth and cool over my thighs and crotch and buttocks up to cling firmly around my waist. The black nylon is shot through with fine silver thread, causing it to flash and sparkle on my body. My prick hardens in its nylon tent, stirred to life by the sensual, feminine, grip of the hosiery on the soft planes of my legs and bottom. Normally my hosiery would have been open-crotch, but tonight I will need the full version to perform what I have in mind... I resist sliding my hands over my shiny new skin and instead, sit back down on the bed where I can take equal delight in stepping into my gorgeous shiny black stilettoes. Fastening the graceful ankle-straps I notice that they actually mirror the delicately designed lines of my bra-straps. Standing a final time, my legs are supported, taut and sexy, on five-inch heels of pure wickedness. Round my neck I wrap my darling Edwardian-style cameo choker and to complete the effect, I tie a large bow of soft black ribbon around each of my wrists - I love the way the ends can unexpectedly drag across bare, sensitive flesh... I comb my soft mouse-blonde hair down around my bare shoulders and give it a quick spray to keep it in place. Thinking of the bright video lights, I put on full nightclub make-up: bold silver eyeshadow, tons of mascara and vibrant red lips. Perfect. A twirl in the mirror and back downstairs. Another drink and a short period of preparation in the kitchen and everything is ready. Taking my drink and the remote control, I move back into the lounge and there I lie back lazily on the sofa cushions, enjoying the feeling of the smooth leather under my nylon-encased bottom. In the mirror behind the camera I can see Jemima, sexy and provocative in just bra and tights with her bright eyes flashing... I must admit I do feel rather light-headed and horny lying here like this in my underwear, all made up and ready to show my boyfriend just what he would be missing out on... Draping myself across the sofa, I flick the remote to record and let it fall to the carpet - this is definately going to be a one-take shoot! I look directly into the lens and lick my crimson-red lips enticingly. My hands slide up to caress my breasts in their lacy cups and I whisper to my lover: "ohh Steve, I wish you were here with me now..." Momentarily, I turn on my side, careful to allow the camera's gaze to linger on my black and shiny behind. I stroke myself there, running my fingers up the dark seamline between my buttocks, taking care to be as unhurried and sensuous as I can. I follow the crease under, pushing the nylon against my most secret, private place "...and I wish you were right here.." I murmur suggestively. Eventually I turn back and sit forward, right on the edge of the cushions. I reach down to the floor and pick up the fruits of my earlier labour - a pale orange dildo about nine inches long and an inch and a half thick - this was going to be my lover for the evening! Closer inspection would reveal that the peculiar colour derived from the fact that I had actually lovingly hand-carved this instrument of pleasure from an enormous sweet potato that I found in the kitchen... Tailor-made for its erotic purpose, with large, bulbous glans, complete with slit, and a full, round, shaft flaring out to the wide base. I had thoughtfully engraved "Steve" all down one side. I hold the dildo up to show the camera - it is actually quite heavy - and giggle as bashfully as I can. "Imagine if this was you," I say, giving it a little kiss on the mushroom head. I close my eyes and touch the slit with the very tip of my tongue - I am really enjoying myself now! Lying back right on the edge of the sofa, I dig my stilleto heels into the carpet, raising my hips slightly above the leather cushions. How many times have I wriggled and squirmed in this position, my boyfriends weapon buried to the hilt between my open bumcheeks.... Excited now, I deftly slide my custom-made cock under the dark mesh of my tights, and, reaching under my buttocks, hold it poised at the entrance to my body. No lubricant will be needed here - a few minutes of delicious probing and teasing my soft pliable hole and I know I am definately moist enough to take my unusual new lover. Resting the tip against my now-throbbing anus, I pull the dildo straight out, taut, beneath me, wedging it into position with the stretched nylon gusset below my bottom. My heart beating fast with anticipation, I lean fully back on the cushions and raise my shiny black legs up in the air, missionary-position, angling my bottom upright off the edge of the sofa. I feel the pressure of the dildo building, strong and delicious against my inner muscles. I remember the camera, and look up beneath my fringe, straight at the lens, watching the depraved sight reflected back in the mirror "Oh yesss, that's right," I coo seductively, "put it right inside..." Slowly I slide my left thumb into my mouth, closing my red lips round it and pantomime sucking on it (...how I wish it was your prick in my mouth...). The end of the the ribbons brush across my tummy, making me shiver with pleasure... I reach down and run the fingertips of my other hand over the nylon-covered bulge between my raised and open thighs. I feel quite warm and a litle flushed behaving so shamelessly under so many bright lights and find myself emitting a small moan that definately isn't solely for the benefit of the camera... Finally I stop my teasing and take myself in hand, wrapping my fist round my poor trapped prick, easing it away from my tummy a little and lovingly stroking it through the smooth nylon mesh. My legs lift higher in the air, my knees now resting above my shoulders, and, with nowhere else for it to escape, the firm pressure between my buttocks increases dramatically. I feel my unresisting entrance opening, smooth and neat, around the pleasurable invader (...go on! Give it to me!...) the handmade phallus instinctively sliding in, all by itself, and familiar ripples of warmth build inside the center of my body, the further and deeper it goes. Barely inches away from my face, the shiny bulge of black nylon enclosing the head of my prick tempts me to let my nails wander sensuously over it. I watch through lowered eyelids, enrapt by the sheer sensuality of it all, just as the dildo penetrates a place inside me so deep that it suddenly feels really incredibly warm and scratchy and hollowed out and (...aaahhhh....) instantly beneath the dark layer of hosiery in front of my face, I find myself watching a thick white blob of semen ooze its way slowly out of the smiling slit in the top of my cock. "Shit!", I have accidentally come in my pantyhose like a fresh 13-year-old trying on his mothers underwear. Desperately, I clench my buttocks round the object of my passion, trying to rekindle the thrill of being held down, firmly and powerfully taken and made to enjoy it... but I already know it is too late. Almost as an afterthought, a gentle wave of pleasure creeps between my awkwardly-angled thighs, but the damage is done. On the tape, my face is a picture as I look back at the camera before reaching over and switching it off in disgust. So I went to clean myself up ...and came back and cleared the evidence and the camera quickly away ...and forgot that I'd left the tape in the camera until a month or so later when Steve borrowed it.... Part 2 - Jemima is Persuaded So Steve found my first self-made pornographic video and I never heard the last of it. Even though I found it quite embarrassing unless I was really, really, horny, he thought it was great and made us watch it together again - and again. One night, the room dark, with us on the sofa in front of the TV, he made me re-enact it, live, in synch with the recording but substituting himself and his totally-aroused hard-on for my customised dildo. He insisted I made myself up and dressed identically in bra and tights and heels, only he cut a tiny hole in the crotch of the hose before I put them on, to allow him complete access to my behind. Then, basically, as I sucked my thumb and played with myself, Steve fucked me lustily through the sheer black nylon - a real-life fantasy of having two Jemima's for the price of one. Like my dildo before him, my excited boyfriend didn't care when I came as long as he got to pump me full of his cream. After that particular encounter, he just wouldn't stop, going on all the time about wanting to video the two of us making love together. I had to admit I was intrigued and excited by the thought, but mostly I made myself resist. What was holding me back was an ever-present awareness that being exposed like that held a real risk for me - after all, I would be the one captured on camera for any chance onlooker to see, parading about in sexy, frilly, underwear for his boyfriend's viewing pleasure.. Girly Jemima totally revealled, holding and caressing another man, accepting his kisses and his prick - and not to mention receiving his spunk - like a woman... I just didn't know. Deliberately or not, for a while after that Steve didn't meet up with me and I soon discovered that I was missing him - and our wonderful sex sessions - more and more. I found myself fantasising about him while I was at work, constructing silly, erotic, daydreams about us: ...of me in pigtails, wearing my short gingham dress, little white socks and no knickers, backing into his naked lap and sitting slap-bang down onto seven inches of hard thick cock; squealing with pleasure as I begin to rock backwards and forwards on the bare, muscular seesaw of his thighs; ...of me kneeling before him wearing only a lacy bra and heels, pressing my front up against his firm upright prick, cupping my titties with my own hands and enclosing him tightly between warm twin globes of soft lace and smooth flesh; he moans as I slide my breasts along his length - I am going to make him shoot his load all over my face, drenching me in thick, creamy, sperm... When eventually he did ring, suggesting that as he was back in town, we ought to take advantage and try a little video session, I agreed readily, weak in the face of actually being in his arms - and his bed - again. To cut a long story short, I dressed in my beautiful purple basque, gorgeous patterned stockings and thigh boots and he fucked me standing up - well he was standing up, I was bent forwards with my bare arse stuck out - leaning against the living-room wall. Played back, the video seemed to lack a certain quality, in fact it made my previous effort look like an erotic classic! While I thought I looked sexy in my expensive lingerie, and Steve looked hunky with his wide shoulders and nice, tight, bottom, the shots of us actually getting down to business didn't really work. When Steve, determined to put on a show, pulled out of my rear at his moment of climax and pushed right up against me, pumping and squirting warm semen all over my bare, flushed, bottom it had felt amazing. The trouble was we had bumped and thrust overselves so far away from the camera that in the end you couldn't see much of anything. When he had taken his hands and rubbed sticky seed all over my upthrust buttocks, WOW, I thought I would die with pleasure, but on the video it didn't look exciting or depraved - it just looked a bit messy and somewhat boring. The lighting was erratic, we kept moving out of shot at crucial moments; a close-up of me lying between Steve's legs and giving him a lengthy blow-job was at a strange angle and made his prick look tiny; it's possible that it was this last item that offended Steve the most! Part 3 - Steve and Jemima ... and Emma! In the end, it just didn't look very good from a fixed camera on a tripod. Steve's trump card came when he suggested Emma as a solution - now that did actually pique my curiosity... He knew I had been exchanging e-mails with 22-year old Emma for over a year. She was charming and well-spoken, pretty - into lingerie in a big way - submissive, totally inexperienced and very curious. She had sent me pictures of herself masturbating with her dildo in her and described some of her fantasies about making love with a man - even though she had never even been kissed by one yet! In return, I tried to describe what it felt like to be the girl in a sexual relationship with another male. We both found our exchanges enthralling; it was a bit like being her older, slightly more experienced, sister. The deal was that Steve would pay for two hotel rooms where we could meet. Emma would be our maid for the evening: she could watch, but not take part in, the sex, while she videoed our lovemaking. I must say it felt very weird to contemplate being watched having sex with Steve... like agreeing to be totally exposed before someone in the most intimate way. I wouldn't have agreed if I'd been sober at the time but I did find the idea exciting and I knew that there was little risk - Emma was lovely and fit the bill exactly... I still like to think that I was really quite helpless to resist. After all, wouldn't it be amazing to have a permanent record of your deepest, most passionate fantasy - of meeting a man in a plush anonymous hotel room, in the midst of all those rooms full of normal people going about their normal business, and letting him treat you like the tease you truly are, taking all night to seduce and play with you until, breathless with passion, you surrender your mouth and arse to him - first in your kingsize hotel bed, then later in the jacuzzi of your luxury bathroom? In the end my excitement won out and I agreed, with the condition that everything would be totally under my control. The venue we chose was the Novotel in York, near where Emma lived. We had two rooms next to each other. We met in the bar, three innocuous-looking businessmen having a few drinks and chatting like old friends. I immediately felt good about David - or Emma, as he really was. After an hour or so, we agreed it was time. Emma went to get ready in her bathroom, Steve also going over to help set up the room and I got ready in our own bathroom. I gave myself dark grey-black lips, long dark lashes and sensuous white eyelids that faded to sparkling silver. My long hair was to be nicely down and flowing. Midnight-black finger and toenails took up the cue from my lips. For this special occasion I had chosen gorgeous new underwear made of luxurious silk the colour of steel. A gorgeous quarter-cup bra, with lovely silk rosebuds between the breasts and fine lace-edged straps that slid over my shoulders like a dream, paired with a matching deep suspender-belt, its arching flares of lace ending in delicate silver clasps to hold up smooth pearl-grey stockings with silver seams and deep lace tops. Grey silk french knickers helped to disguise my unruly member while softly clinging to each rounded curve of my bottom. Three-inch sparkly grey stilettoes, open-toed with thin three ankle straps, softly caressed my stockinged feet. Over it all, I just managed to cover my modesty with a short co-ordinating peignoir in the lightest of silks, fastened with three ties at the front. Round my neck I placed the silver necklace with diamond pendant 'charms' that Steve had bought me. With a matching silver bracelet on each wrist, I loved the way the 'charms' fell against my skin as I moved my arm to brush my hair. Standing looking in the mirror, I had never felt so incredible sexy and daring in my life - I was almost glowing. Jemima had taken a step further into her fantasy world - sharing her secret, erotic vulnerability with a stranger, letting them watch her glory in, and fulfil, the forbidden release she craved so much. I was glad I'd already drunk most of a bottle of champagne before I made my first public appearance ever as Jemima - namely, wrapped in a white hotel robe robe, I darted the few yards across the corridor into Emmas room. The other two were already in there; Steve, confident and handsome in his matching robe, and out guest for the evening: Maid Emma. We had filled the bathroom sink with ice from the machine on the landing and bought plenty of decent Lanson champagne. They were evidently already well into a bottle. As hotel rooms go it was perfectly fine - how about that: not one but two kingsize beds and - how nice - an enormous wall mirror facing the beds. I remember that I was pleased that the room was warm and had a nice atmosphere: the lighting was soft and the radio was on with some quiet background music playing, but we couldn't have any incense on because of the smoke alarm. Emma had changed and looked gorgeous. She was about 5 foot 6 tall, medium build with a pretty heart-shaped face. She wore large-framed designer glasses that somehow added to the overall sexiness. A little cap was perched on her short blonde page-boy, hair and she was wearing light make-up that nicely accentuated her blue eyes and dark red lips. She wore a black satin scoop-neck blouse with short puffed sleves, and I noticed that she had quite large, firm breasts. A PVC waspie corset was wrapped over a short satin skirt and white petticoats, showing off her shapely legs in wide-mesh fishnet hold-ups - I noticed a darling frilly garter on her right thigh. Lovely frilly panties in white showed off her well-rounded, slightly plump, arse. Dainty black fishnet-lace gloves and shiny court shoes completed the outfit. Deep in my heart, I wondered what those soft red lips would look like wrapped round Steve's cock while I spanked that bare, plump, backside with one of my hairbrushes... I wondered if Steve was thinking that too. Jemima's Tale Pt. 04 Part 4 - The Excitement of Being Watched I rid myself of my bathrobe, noticing Emma checking me up and down when she thinks I wasn't looking, and we have a toast or two to guilt-free and mutual pleasure. Compliments are exchanged politely and, just before I could start to begin feeling weird, Steve stands up, his robe drops to the floor and his tall naked presence floods through my senses. I go to him immediately, urgent to enfold myself in his strong masculine presence once more... I am vaguely aware that Emma has got behind the camera. My boyfriend wraps me in his arms and kisses me full on the mouth, with true passion. Despite myself, I forget all about Emma and the camera, moaning with pleasure when his leg pushes between mine and finds my own excited organ, bulging beneath its grey silk covering, before leaning into it with a delicious, knowing, firmness. Steve holds me into his left shoulder, my head back to meet his insistant kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth, the palm of his his right hand presses between my legs, rolling my stiff prick to and fro through the front of my french knickers, making me catch my breath in his mouth and urgently drop my own hand down between us to find him in return. He is already completely erect, the swollen shaft falling naturally into my hand as we continue to kiss and I gently wank him, pulling the hard prick slightly away from his body and teasingly rubbing the moist head against my smooth tummy. Then his hands are under my peignoir, round my waist, sliding his palms down beneath my silken underwear, roaming licentiously over my bottom cheeks, pulling me to him until my breasts press into his chest trapping my hand around his prick between us. I know I am making him hot. Imprisoned in grey silk, my prick rubs against the side of my own wrist and makes me want to explode, there and then, into my luxurious new panties. It amuses Steve to see me like this and he grins down at me: "I think we should demonstrate to our guest just who's in charge, here." Natural as anything, although we have rehearsed for the benefit of our guest, Steve turns and sits down in one of the bedroom chairs. It is plain straight up and down, with no arms to get in the way. "Take that off," he indicates my peignoir. Emma's eyes are wide with uncertain excitement over the top of the camera as I slide it from my shoulders and move towards him. Steve pauses momentarily to reach for a pat of butter from the hotel tea tray, then, running his hand down my right outer thigh, slides it under my stocking top. "You know the score," he orders, pointing at his lap. I move to obey my master. I lower myself acquiescently across his knees, supporting myself on outstretched hands and stiletto toes. At the small of my back, I feel a forefinger hook into the waistband of my knickers and pull down - just enough to uncover the cheeks of my bum. My new suspenders stretch tautly over my full round bottom, perfectly displayed over his naked upper thighs. I feel his taut erection pressing into my left hip - I am already hard as iron pressed into his warm flesh. Blood rushes to my head and one after the other - slap! slap! slap! - six strong slaps set my naked bottom cheeks trembling, I moan a little and wriggle a bit, not because of any discomfort, more for the visual effect on Emma - and on Steve! Smack! Smack! Smack! Another six and I feel some warmth growing across my exposed rear. I am starting to get into it now, eagerly awaiting delivery of my next batch of punishment, but it seems that that's it for the moment. Steve's hand rests propriatorily on my behind, now and then a wayward finger naughtily digs down into the crevice of my bottom crack and I hear him asking Emma if she also enjoys being spanked... I am finally allowed to get up, re-adjusting my knickers and rubbing my bum with perhaps a little dramatic license. We can all see quite clearly what I'd just felt pushing up eagerly into my tummy - my boyfriends lovely cock, now rising up into the air, nice and stiff and ready for me While Emma resets the camera I climb onto the firm bed and position myself on hands and knees - for my video debut proper, I want my lover to take me from behindI I spread my knees wide apart and wait. My heart is thumping in delicious anticipation. Steve retrieves the squidgy packet from my stocking top and the sound of him carefully opening it makes me quiver inside - I have no doubt as to what it is for! I feel Steve's finger, warm and slippery with butter, slide up inside the wide leg of my french knickers and press into me, casually but definately skillfully, opening me up. His ease with such an intimate act arouses me even further and I receive the warm libation with unashamed pleasure, murmuring with delight whilst wriggling back against the probing finger. He smears the contents of the packet into my open anus, lightly pushing and circling inside, until I am dripping with smooth, slick butter. His proud cock standing up between us my handsome blond boyfriend kneels up between my legs. With one hand he holds my hips steady, position himself ready, with the other he pulls the crotch of my knickers to one side, pressing his weapon between my open buttocks, letting me feel his desire and powerful male strength. "Please...", I whisper, shutting my eyes, the better to savour the feeling of being a heartbeat away from being entered and taken by my man... Part 5 - Jemima - As Totally Revealed as She Could Be I can see it over and over again on the video, if I choose to, as often as I wish: I'm lying tied face-down over a stack of gold and red pillows, spread-eagled width-ways across the crimson sheets, with the headboard on my right and the mirrored wall to my left. My feet stick over the right edge, my head and shoulders are level with the opposite edge. I remain grateful that for now at least, my face is turned away, out of view. I am still wearing my lovely grey bra, suspenders and stockings, but my french knickers and stilettoes have been removed. Totally exposed to the viewer, the camera dwells on my raised buttocks, lingering over the pink and glowing curves before zooming right into the gaping crack between them. The rosebud of my anus is clearly visible, glistening with moisture in the rosy bedroom light - the insides of my thighs are streaked with similar shiny droplets reflecting back into the all-seeing lens. I feel myself blush profusely once more at my own total shamelessness - obviously I had been the recipient of an utterly enjoyable and successful fucking and didn't care who could see me, collapsed wantonly across the bed, proffered backside virtually dripping with the plentiful residue of my lover's sperm. It is completely degrading and so incredibly erotic... Steve had held me firmly round the waist, feeding his stiff cock into me until I literally begged him to stop. Whether it was the presence of the camera or not, my boyfriend seemed possessed, ploughing into my arse like a demon while I writhed and panted like a bitch in heat All the time, Emma videoed us, getting her first real-life glimpse of what happens when you are taken by a man. Her frilly pants had done a good job of keeping her modesty concealed, but I knew that seeing me tied across the bed, pressed into the supporting pillows with my bare buttocks pounded beneath the impact of Steve's powerful frame, shuddering with each vigourous thrust of his maleness into my body... well, it could not help but be having an effect, if her flushed face and big sparkling eyes were anything to go by, at least... I felt like a total, utter, slut - not only letting myself be completely and masterfully shafted in front of Emma, but being captured on videotape for future enjoyment. "Er... if you could undo me, I'll go and clean up a bit," I suggested weakly. In answer, my boyfriend bent down close to my head, saying "Not just yet, I think Emma would like a bit of fun too, eh?" Part 6 - Two Ends for the Price of One. While my mind absorbed this sudden change of plan - I had never failed to make it extremely clear that I was not comfortable with other people participating in our lovemaking - Steve reached down into his travel bag and pulled out a thick, double-ended dildo with a bulbous glans at either end. The artificial prick was made of slick, spongy latex and flared towards the middle where a pair of rounded fake testicles bulged obscenely. It was around two inches round and maybe 16 inches long and obviously intended to be big enough for two! Steve was in his element now, he moved the video camera on its tripod, angling it to encompass the whole area of the bed. He turned to Emma, "OK, panties off," he instructed. She blinked at him for a few moments through her large, thin-framed spectacles then moved to obey. Still tied across the bed, I wondered if these new events were as much of a surprise to her as they were to me... I watched her blushing and fumbling, pulling the frilly knickers right down her thighs and around her ankles. She gingerly stepped out of them. Above her stocking tops, her soft prick lay nestled in a triangle of downy hair, pale round balls peeping out from underneath. I knew how Steve's mind worked and knowing she had never done this with anyone before obviously heightened the already considerable erotic charge for him. He took a palmful of vaseline from the bedside cabinet and carefully lubricated both ends of the phallus, handing it to her. "That end's for Jemima," he said, eyes were sparkling, "...and that end's for you." To my amazement, I watched her kneel awkwardly on the end of the bed, between my prostrate legs, and prod the latex prick against my upthrust, sticky, rosebud. Although annoyed that I hadn't been consulted, I had to admit that watching Emma nervously sliding one end of the long, heavy dildo up into my bottom, knowing that it would be her turn next, was quite arousing. On the video I can see myself wriggling against my bonds, sighing luxuriously and helping as much as possible to get its entire length inside me. I can relive my sharp intake of breath as the flared end slides definately into me, then I feel the base of the central bulge rubbing between my buttocks, indicating that the whole 8 inches are right inside me. At the same time my boyfriend is suddenly standing before me... "A special treat for a thirsty girl," he smiles, full of surprises tonight, and lowering his glass to his waist pours champagne all over his cock and balls. It runs down his hardening shaft in golden rivulets, shining and sparkling in his pubic hair. Even though he is making me do such degrading thinds, my heart is so full of him and his beautiful body I could cry. He steps close to my face and reaching down, lifts my chin, raising my head up into his groin. Unabashed, I watch myself once more preparing to pay the ultimate homage to the masculine sex, my midnight lips pouting and fluttering wickedly over the large, glistening, head before taking the beautiful stiff column, pale and veined like pure marble, right into my mouth. Gratefully I suck the tart, fizzy liquid from the moist shaft swirling it around the inside of my cheeks, "Mmmm-mmm!" I murmur appeciatively around the slippery width, instantly feeling him growing even bigger with the vibration. On the video I can clearly see myself, sucking my boyfriend's prick yet another time, my lips a black oval of delight, my face smiling as I enjoy playing with the proud organ, teasing and tantalising, lovingly working up and down the stiff shaft, exploring the thickness and weight of him, licking the engorged glans before enclosing it with full, whole-hearted, caresses of true adoration. By now my head was bobbing up and down quite considerably, but I could still glance left and see in the mirrored bedroom wall - Emma taking a huge gulp of champagne - as if joining me in tasting the delights of this mans rampant cock. She was still holding her end of the dildo up, every slight movement transferred along its length into my trembling anus, standing with knees spread wide and bent, angled to present her delightful rear to the dildo's lubricated head. Up round her waist, her frilly maid's skirt is short enough to see everything. Hesitantly she begins, impaling herself on the upthrust sex-toy, as slow and delicately as she can; every movement, every tremor is transmitted down through the dildo into the inner depths of my body. I moan round my mouthful of cock, feeling Emma's cool buttocks bump against mine. Leaning firmly back against me, a cute little gasping noise from behind heralds the last invading inch of dildo pushing deep into her rectum. I feel the pressure increase inside my own burning hole and I murmur appreciatively, excited by the thought that Emma is now feeling the same exquisitely exciting weight nestling snugly up inside her stretched entrance. I take a risk, unable to help myself, and turn my head to the mirror: gazing back along my body, between my own spread legs and behind the hard shaft of my own erection, to see our two backsides nuzzled together, separated only by the thick plastic bulge of our shared impalement. A shiver of pleasure whispers through my stomach at the sight of Emma's small shaven balls, not to mention the juicy-looking hard-on curving nicely up over her skirt - the excited organ was well proportioned and quite thick - it was obvious that she really was getting turning on. As I watch, her right hand moves to her groin, fishnet-covered fingers wrapping themselves round the stiff shaft bobbing beneath her PVC-clad stomach. I seize the opportunity to lean forwards slightly - as much as the cords allow me, in fact. I deliberately pause for a moment before rocking backwards, once more pressing against the cool, giving roundness of her bum and consequently working the dildo a little deeper into us both. A second, similar push and she gets the idea; I suddenly feel her, hesitantly at first, meeting each fresh nudge with a countering push back against me. "Oohh that's nice," she whispers, enjoying the doubled impact between her buttocks. I continue to suck the shaft bobbing in my mouth like my life depends on it, and I feel her bottom move in a different, additional rhythm and I glance back to see her rapidly wanking herself with firm, excited, strokes of her fist. If I could have grabbed my prick, I would have come feverishly all over the bedclothes just listening to her breathing... I make myself concentrate then, feeling my lover tensing with an approaching orgasm. Looking up beneath a canopy of mascara'd lashes, I watch his face as the feeling builds - I can tell that he has really excited himself looking down at our sweaty, lingerie-clad forms, naked backsides riveted together with his double-ended present - and sure enough, his hands come down to grip my hair, his hips shuddering with a short jerking motion that heralds the climax I'm waiting for. Releasing him from my lips, I pullmy head back and open my mouth wide in front of the straining purple glans, awaiting my reward. I am so close I can see the muscles in his shaft bulging with effort. Suddenly he comes and I open wide, catching the squirting sperm in my mouth and onto my eager tongue. One, two pulses of creamy ejaculation and I quickly close my mouth round the swollen head and literally suck on the sticky, throbbing, shaft. Salt-liquid sperm mingles with the echo of champagne and I close my eyes and am in heaven... Seeing that moment again on the screen, I remember how good it had felt, swallowing his come while my arse frenziedly slapped against Emma's, the dildo battering my insides, my muscles clenching around its hot, stretching, width... A sudden flurry of motion from behind me and suddenly the whole weight of Emma's lovely backside presses heavily against my buttocks. I feel her entire body shudder. "Ooohh," moans a little voice - I open my eyes to try and look but see only a close-up of Steve's muscled stomach. On the video she looks beautiful: a pretty french maid all in stockings and heels, bent forward at the waist with bare white bottom completely speared by the slick pink dildo protruding from her partners raised backside. Her little fishnet fist works deliriously between her legs and she desperately thrusts herself back onto the pretend cock that is fuckng her so wonderfully. Her head rolls back, her hips jerk and she climaxs with a gasp of total pleasure, exploding prick spraying thick blobs of spunk all over her hand and skirt, and dripping down onto the sandy-coloured veneer of the floor. Steve's satisfied prick begins to soften in my mouth and I finish licking every last drop from my lovers organ when a small upside-down hand slides hesitantly up between my spread and aching thighs and wraps itself timidly round my straining erection. Excited beyond belief, I enthusiastically thrust my hips forward, pushing myself fully into the enclosing, sperm-damp, fingers. Once... twice... three-times... then unable to help myself, I give out an enormous groan of pleasure and explode into her fist. 22 year-old Emma is getting quite an education tonight! Part 7 - A Surprise Deflowering I was probably naive, when I think back, but I truly never thought he'd do it. Sitting on the toilet, wiping myself dry as much as possible, the giggling started. There came a series of sliding bed noises, then a soft cry of "No, wait!", followed by a gasp of pain. I stood up, flushed the toilet, came out of the bathroom and saw them there, on the bed. I remember thinking at the time 'now I can't be with him any more' and 'how beautiful she looks' and feeling angry, sad and weirdly enough, incredibly privileged to be able to see them. I guess that was when I discovered that I really was quite romantic at heart. I didn't think of picking up the video camera and filming until too late - it wasn't the first thing on my mind at the time... Indeed, Emma did look breathtakingly erotic, lying on her back beneath my boyfriend, wearing just bra and stockings, with her blonde head arching back to meet his in a frenzied open-mouthed kiss. Pale, bare arms clutch his neck for dear life, smooth legs in black fishnet wedged straight up in the air, trapped against her lover's outstretched forearms. In the perfect position for deflowering, she is totally and intimately open to him, her soft white buttocks raised up high into his groin and prised wide apart by the stiff pumping erection of the only man I'd ever let know the real me... I felt immediate disappointment and pure sorrow for myself: 'he doesn't want you any more' and 'that was the last time you'll ever get to be fucked'... How could the wonderful, incredible, sex we had together have not been enough for him? All the trust that I had shown in revealing to my lover, all the exciting, forbidden, things that I desired with a man obviously counted for nothing against the lure of breaking in another naive virgin with a pretty behind... Those big beautiful eyes are closed but I can see the sweat on her forehead and I can just make out vestiges of tears on those powdered cheeks. The man above her rocks repeatedly back-and-forth into the very core of her body and she shivers and moans into his mouth, making strange little panting sounds - more like pain than excitement. Above Steve's pistoning backside her bare heels wave helplessly in the air. Unconsciously she begins to wince in time with the thrusting, invading, cock hammering inside her and it suddenly dawns on me that she is actually surprised to find that she isn't enjoying it at all. At that moment, Steve pauses. I know that look and it means that this is going to be quick and all about his pleasure (...but sometimes that's just what you want in a man...); briefly looking straight down at her tearful, scrunched-up face, he shifts his weight back onto his knees, almost totally withdrawing from between those stretched and parted buttocks, before sliding his hands down to grasp her firmly round the waist. Jemima's Tale Pt. 04 With a loud grunt, he pulls his hapless bedmate towards him. Emma's eyes open wide in surprise as she feels herself sliding down the bed right onto the proud outcrop of his swollen prick. Steve shoves himself back into her, plugging her arse with yet another helping of thick, rampant, cock and forcing a loud, wailing cry from those beautiful, ruby-red lips. I watch in fascination as he fucks her, hard and fast, to the finish. Working his gasping, familiar, rhythm to orgasm, his balls bash into her pulled and shuddering anus, his taut thighs cannoning into her rear, his stomach rubbing across her limp, crushed, prick. She closes her eyes, turning her head on the pillow, away from my view, as if vainly trying to block out the knowledge and sensation of what she knows will happen next.... Steve grunts again, grabbing wildly at her plump white bottom before slamming himself between those wide-open cheeks with a final stretching thrust. I watch as my boyfriend leans on her with his whole weight, deliberately pressing her down into the mattress, the better to feel his powerful, rigid, tool pumping and jerking deep in her insides. She yells and thrashes about beneath him, trying to escape her fate, but is helpless to prevent the man on top of her from filling her virgin hole with as much spunk as he can summon up. (...especially since he'd come twice already in me, the shit...) The man who used to be my boyfriend sighs once, before collapsing and rolling onto his back next to Emma's now-motionless form. I think by this time, none of us wanted to wait around for the aftermath, but obviously I can derive a miniscule amount of comfort from the fact that I remembered to keep the tape... Part 8 - Jemima's Search for Fulfilment So what on earth is a girl to do? All I ever wanted was a man who would complement and appreciate the passions and desires that drive Jemima. In return for a loving, reciprocal, safe, relationship, I will dress and play totally for his pleasure, completely devoting myself to his fantasies, and in time, utterly revealing and exploring the depths of my feminine self to him. With proper love and caring I will submit to him and take his prick inside my body; with grateful awe and humility I will receive his spankings and thoughtful discipline - I will always make sure he is satisfied in every way, but I will do it with full self-respect, because it is my choice and no-one else's. It seems to me that men don.t really understand this, and rules are meant to be broken and the grass is always greener or whatever... and I still have the daydreams about him... They do say you never forget your first. I shall always love Steve for showing me just how wonderful it can be when a man sees you as you truly are, desires you and wants to totally possess you. As my very first boyfriend, Steve taught me, and showed me, things about myself - directly and indirectly - that I will never forget. But neither will I ever forget what a fuckwit he was, too. Jemima's Tale Pt. 05 Part 1 - Jemima Needs a New Man Oh I really really REALLY missed having a boyfriend! All you girls out there know what I mean - nothing is ever quite the same once you've experienced what it's like to belong, sexually, to another man. Before Steve accidentally walked into my life, I'd spend endless hours fantasising about having a boyfriend of my very own, someone I could have a proper crush on and who would enjoy giving me full rein to dress up in sensual, erotic, clothes for his delight - and my own pleasure... Above all, I dreamed of having a man who would let me surrender to my need to play a traditionally feminine role in serving a full-blooded male lover. When at last my dreams turned into incredible reality, and I actually met a man who seemed to want the same things, I seized the opportunity with both hands, using our love-making to explore the boundaries where my fantasies and my sexuality met, and in the process finding myself opening up, revealing aspects of myself that I could have never known existed. Through my relationship with Steve I found out that, to totally be myself, I really did need to be with a man. Having someone to dress up for - and subsequently undress for - did seem to be necessary to make my life complete. At the age of 29 I was comfortable with the fact that some integral part of me needed to express itself as Jemima, and that part wanted a lover to daydream about, to tease and tantalise, to offer me the demands of their passion in endless, mutually desired, lust-filled sessions of sex... For Jemima there was nothing, absolutely nothing in the world that compared with the reality of lying there, curled up against your satisfied boyfriend, with your bum all sticky and tingling from a bout of his strong, eager, lovemaking. What could ever equal the mind-blowing thrill of lying spread and open beneath the man you love, giving yourself up to him, the urgent stiffness inside you linking your two bodies together even as he takes your head in his hands to kiss you, long and hard, while you feel his climax bursting into you, throbbing and squirting his seed deep into the very core of your being... Finding myself once again without anyone to let me express these deep, innermost, desires hit me hard. Really hard. Over the months, I tried to fill the gap in my life by buying more stuff. More lingerie and shoes, more porn and toys, in fact anything to distract me from the faint nagging ache of remembering. I dressed for myself, inventing stories that had me tying myself up, or spanking myself or fucking myself - all of which provided some short-term relief but seemed flat and totally inadequate compared to the illicit, heart-stopping, excitement of being in the arms of another real live human being. Although I couldn't have known it, through those frustrating, despairing times, there WAS a new relationship waiting in the wings. In a way I could never have predicted, it would take a leap in the dark, letting the aspect of me that was Jemima be opened up to new, more intense, experiences of sexual exploration and growth, before I would once more be allowed to feel the caresses of a loving male partner. Part 2 - Naughty Show-Off Jemima Eventually, I started going on the internet (as one does) and seeing if there were any decent men out there who might possibly be interested in me. There seemed to be plenty of submissive girls but not that many potential suitors, apart from professionals. I didn't want to be dominated by stern women or sadistic 'tops', I wanted to be a proper girlfriend to some nice, intelligent guy who would fancy the pants off me (...often...). When it came down to it, it was nothing ventured, nothing gained, so I decided to take a chance and reveal myself in public, in a limited, controlled, manner. After much agonising I reckoned that my very favourite French Maid outfit, actually purchased on the web, would best fit the image I wanted to portray - light and frothy, sexy and girly, without being immediately explicit or over-heavy... The main item of the costume was a halter-neck apron consisting of a black satin heart-shaped piece, just wide enough to cover both my nipples, attached to the high waistband of a perky little backless black skirt, with a cute pocket made from a matching lace-edged heart, and tying at the back with a big satin black ribbon. All the edges of the garment were trimmed with flounces and flounces of soft white lace. Full, frill-backed black panties, white lace cuffs and a cute little lace cap completed the uniform. I decided to team these with a pair of sheer black thigh-length stay-ups, with stocking-tops of black lace decorated with white heart motifs, and my faithful white leather strappy stilettoes. I had such fun taking the photos! The idea that I was going to let total strangers see them excited me greatly! I took a frontal shot, with me holding the little skirt in a curtsy, then a shot from the rear, looking cutely back over my shoulder, cutely showing off the gorgeous frilled panties. Finally I took a naughty side shot, with me bending slightly forwards, panties down around my knees, stiff prick poking up from under the short apron skirt. My right hand stretched out behind me holding the feather duster temptingly suspended above my bare bum. I was quite proud of the way the last one turned out: surely there was at least one decent, red-blooded male out there who fancied the idea of making me feel his lovely hard prick pressing between those soft white cheeks? Someone who'd like to woo me, talk to me, share his thoughts and passions with me before bending me over and plunging himself inside the warm, welcoming place that lay secretly waiting for him? To be even more obvious, I made the caption on this one read "Naughty Jemima requires a real man to give her a good, regular, seeing-to!" I posted the photo set on a couple of the more upmarket tranny sites and carefully invited correspondence... Part 3 - Is There Anybody Out There? The response was disappointing, to say the least. Virtually all the replies consisted of banal - verging on sub-human - offers and comments, the spelling and grammar of which were calculated to send any English teacher into the depths of despair. Although some were obviously well-meaning and genuine, it was clear to me that all the more astute TV-fancying hunks were staying well away from the internet! It seemed Jemima was condemned to a life of, literally, pleasing herself. Then, a couple of months after I'd given up all hope, I received a reply that interested me. His name was Glenn and he seemed very genuine. An American guy living in the UK, he managed maintenance services (you really couldn't make this stuff up...) for a photocopier plc based in Reading. He appeared intelligent, self-aware, very clear on what he liked and didn't like and consequently what he was looking for. He was heavily into both transvestites and bondage and, I got the impression, had had quite a lot of experience with both. Divorced "ages ago", he seemed like a nice person, sensitive, but with a strong will and well-able to distinguish between role-play fantasies of sexual power over a submissive partner and the world of real life. Aged 47, he was eighteen years older than me at the time, and this made me unsure at first - after all he was old enough to be my dad, for God's sake! - but deep down I was rather attracted by the idea that such an older, more experienced man, could be interested in me. His outlook was more 'bondage-scene' than I expected to get on with (...although I had no experience, all those straps and rings didn't do that much for me...), but I found myself enjoying and playing-up-to his world... and I just couldn't help speculating what it would be like to endure a little of his discipline, ending up, naturally, with him making wild, passionate love to me... so when he sent an email describing a fantasy scenario about having to chastise his young, prick-teasing girlfriend and how it ended up with him tying her up and having his way with her, I simply just couldn't resist... His e-mails made me really excited and, a good sign I thought, he could make me laugh too. His photos looked very nice, short dark hair, greying at temples, hazel eyes, clean-shaven, strong jawline, even a little dimple in his right cheek. Six foot one, 178 lbs, fit and active lifestyle, and best of all: eight inch cock (...an inch bigger than Steve's and TWO whole inches bigger than mine! - it made my stomach flip every time I thought of it..) I replied detailing some of my fantasies and told him how I had been lucky enough to turn some of them into reality. I encouraged him to elaborate on the bondage and spanking scenarios he enjoyed (...naked on all fours your leash tugs me back onto you, the studs of your cock-ring rub against my arse...) so he wrote more about his exploits, both real and imagined, and - sweetly apologising in case it gave offense - included a marvellous scenario with me as his naughty girlfriend. He wrote about tying me face-down over his office chair, wrists securely bound to knees, and giving me a well-deserved spanking with his leather belt before spinning the chair round and taking my "tied and helpless ass" from behind. Needless to say I was absolutely bowled over, masturbating feverishly as I constantly read and re-read what he would like to do to me... Did I dare take the steps to make it real? He was amusingly fascinated by my relative youth and inexperience, translating it into his writing with me basically as an naive girly craving 'a bit of rough', desperate to submit herself to some down-to-earth all-American sex and discipline. I didn't discourage this particular line of thought one bit, in fact, in return, I sent him some more photos - much naughtier ones! One picture was looking down on me from above, kneeling, my little maids cap perched cutely on my uptilted head, looking straight up into the camera. The next was with my glossy red lips parted around the large glans of my flesh-coloured dildo - just as if I were taking the photographers own prick into my mouth. Then there was one with me licking my way down the realistically-veined shaft, and another full face shot, with my long black eyelashes lowered, I'm clearly concentrating on properly sucking the thick seven-inch phallus, my daintily rouged cheek bulging in an effort to encompass its length... I sent another set, shot from behind, the first with me positioned on hands and knees on the bed, ruffled panties pulled down round my stockinged knees showing off my smooth, round bottom, its soft furrow fully exposing the tight pink rosebud of my anus to the viewer, then five more pictures of me blatantly enjoying the introduction of the now-moistened dildo to my rosebud and sliding it right inside... If that lot didn't whet his appetite for me, I didn't know what would! I felt incredibly naughty e-mailing such revealing pictures to my new friend, I day-dreamed about him sitting at his computer, opening my files and arranging them all across his desktop; gazing at them while his prick hardens in his jeans, demanding to be released... Quickly unzipping, he would stare at my face, at my luscious open mouth, before grabbing his swelling organ and starting to pump, imagining that he's feeding the poker-stiff shaft between the soft red lips of his sexy femail-pal... And that was that. Together, we decided on the terms of our joint fantasy encounter: I would go down to visit him at his home and the meeting would have a strictly observed structure. Glenn was insistent that once we had actually met, I would then be able to make a choice: I could pay a sexual forfeit and earn the right to enjoy his sexual favours, or we could just have dinner and simply enjoy each others company - it would be entirely up to me. If I chose the forfeit, I would present myself for discipline as Jemima, all made up and dressed in my maids finery. I would be restrained in a manner that he would decide on the day, a vibrator would be inserted into me and switched on, and it must be kept up inside me throughout the duration of the punishment. I would then receive 12 strokes on my naked buttocks with a riding crop - they would be proper strokes, firm enough to hurt, but, since I was a novice in this area, not hard enough to leave marks on my virginal flesh. If I enjoyed the experience, however, in any future encounters it would be entirely up to me if I wished to surrender myself more fully to his skills with the whip... (..my heart was going like a jackhammer when I read this, what the hell was I doing? Trouble was, this 'Story of O' stuff turned me on me as much as it frightened me...) Once the forfeit was successfully complete, and if I had been a good girl, I would then be instructed on how I was to sexually please him. A bit scared, but very excited, I agreed my fate with my exciting new admirer. Part 4 - Hoping to Please a New Lover So in a nutshell, I crammed my special travel bag full of my maids outfit, Jemima's make-up, shoes and things and hopped on the train to Reading. Quite a long taxi ride from the station to his house. Nice, tree-lined area, obviously quite wealthy, all the houses having proper long driveways with big gates of wood or wrought iron. I paid the taxi driver and, feeling quite nervous and out-of-place, walked up the path between the well-kept lawns to the large, wisteria-covered 1930's-era house. The door opened as I reached it and a tall, distinguished but informal-looking man appeared, smiling at my confusion. My heart flipped - the guy I had dreamt and fantasised over constantly for weeks was actually standing right in front of me - and he was gorgeous! He had a real presence, too. Looking back I always remember the friendly twinkle in his eye as he welcomed me, first with a kiss on the lips that had me quite flustered - Steve had only kissed me when I was dressed as Jemima - and then with a much-needed glass of red wine; all at once I knew, whatever was going to happen, Jemima was going to be in for the time of her life. To break the ice, I was given a tour of the house. Glenn had inherited it from his parents, and was obviously very proud of what he'd done with it. He showed me where the bathrooms were and which bedroom was mine for the weekend. I marvelled at the equipment in his gym room, images of sexy possibilities running riot through my head - maybe one day he would be working out on me in there - and admired the large converted attics, big enough to contain an entire apartment. Although by no means rich, Glenn had obviously not been short of money for quite a while. We sat in the conservatory and chatted - I was probably a little talkative and over-enthusiastic at first, because of nerves, but he didn't seem to mind, in fact I got the impression that he found it charming. When the second bottle of Tempranillo came out, we were both at ease with each other, and he started discuss exactly what the 'rules' of our encounter were going to be. I was to present myself at the door to his 'Study' at seven o'clock that evening. There was no pressure, I had all afternoon to think it over or change my mind. If I had decided not to go any further, all I had to do was turn up dressed normally and we would go out to dinner and a few beers. On the other hand, if I arrived dressed and made-up as Jemima, (...one girly ready to accept her punishment, Headmaster...) then it meant that I had decided to accept the forfeit and agreed to submit myself to his scenario. In the latter case, however, dinner would have to be off the menu; I would only be allowed to eat whatever Glenn wished to feed me... There really was no decision to make! At about a quarter to six, I ran a bath, went for a soak, shaved my legs, trimmed my pubes into their usual heart-shape and gave myself a REALLY thorough clean - outside and in, if you know what I mean. Cream massaged into legs and arms, a dash of perfume on wrists and throat - not to forget between my smooth white bottom-cheeks... Afterwards, feeling quite relaxed and happy under the circumstances, I floated into my room and started to get changed. God, there's nothing like putting on stockings and stepping into a pair of high-heeled women's shoes. Every girl that has done this will really know what I mean... Whatever it tugs on, deep in my heart and groin, it never fails to work, never fails to make me virtually swoon with pleasure. The coolness of the hose before it's warmed by the at of your flesh. Sliding sheer stockinged toes into the smooth curves of the shoe, fastening delicate straps above trim, exposed ankles, then standing to find your balance, your weight flowing straight down onto the tips of your toes, you feel almost weightless, transformed by four inches of slender pointing elegance beneath each long arched heel. The backs of your calves pull up tight, all the way up to your pert, pushed-out, behind, their new poised length showing off every heightened curve, every taut muscle beneath their black nylon patina... sheer heaven every time! Jemima is reborn again, in her true image, adorning her body to display to the world what she truly is: supremely sexual, provocative, erotically welcoming and filled with the desire to exult in her femininity with a caring, reciprocating, male lover. Nestled within my carefully shaved, heart-shaped pubes, framed above full lace stocking-tops, my prick is as stiff as a board and flushed with excitement. It has been so long since I enjoyed the marvellous anticipatory thrill of knowing that soon I was going to be with another man. I hope he will like me. Moreover, I hope he will want me, want me enough to let me express my need to give him all the enjoyment and pleasure I can offer. Time to put the black satin panties on, pulling them up full and tight, the white horizontal frills running charmingly across the shapely curves of my bum. My prick is deliciously stiff, snug beneath soft, enveloping, satin. I sit at the bench in front of the vanity unit, the feeling of the soft padding of the bench under my bare thighs gives me yet another reason to be glad I'm a girl. I apply my make-up for this evening as instructed, minimal and light, apart from eyeshadow in deep blue shading to almost white, dark, luscious lashes and glossy red, wet-look lipstick. Following my specific orders for the evening, and feeling deliciously sluttish, I also apply copious amounts of lipstick to each of my stiff and eager nipples. Hair back in a simple ponytail (...don't want it catching in my mouth at any crucial moments, do we...) and simple gold loops for my ears. To finish the outfit, I put on my apron. Pushing my head through the opening, I tie the ribbon at the back of my waist with a big lacy bow. Pinning the perky little cap to the top of my hair, I slide the frilled, elasticated cuffs around my wrists and Maid Jemima is ready to serve her new master. I paused to admire the effect in the mirror on the bedside table: what would jump out at Glenn when he first saw me, in the flesh? - Would it be my pouty and kissable red lips... - or the swelling promise of my naked breasts peeking out from beneath their heart-shaped satin covering... - perhaps his eyes would be drawn to my upthrust and curvaceous bum artfully displayed by the backless apron... - or maybe he would enjoy my bare white thighs smoothly descending to long nylon-sheathed limbs and delicate white stiletto heels? My naughty, excited mind started to wander; would I make him hard when he saw me? Would his cock be as nice as it looked in the photos? Would he let me taste it? I left the room before my heartbeat went into overload... Part 5 - An Entrance to Remember. The lights are dimmed in the warm room, the numerous rows of bookshelves lining the walls blending into shadow. I immediately notice the real fire - something I love - the smell of the woodsmoke drifting cosily through the air. Most of the furniture seemed to have been pushed back, away from the center of the room, to make space for something on the floor. Jemima's Tale Pt. 05 Glenn is standing there, wearing a gold-coloured towelling robe, the soft light from the flames outlining every curve of his tanned, muscular legs, his broad shoulders... my head is spinning with images (...you want him to become the second man ever to possess you, you want to take him inside you, to worship his body with the heat of your own eager flesh...) He steps forward and behind him I see the place that has been prepared for me: a thick transparent plastic sheet has been spread across the thick carpet and a king-size white quilt thrown over it. He comes towards me, good body, tanned and still muscular, although he has obviously been much more toned when younger. Even with my heels on, he is a good three inches taller than me. He is extremely sexy and I know that I am rather over-excited by the sheer actuality of his presence. I hope he likes his french maid in the flesh as much as he'd said he had on the web... "Er... I think I'm a bit nervy..." I start to talk too much but he just leans down and kisses me lightly on the lips, a smell of cologne and male musk that makes my chest tighten. It seems such a long time since I'd been in the arms of a real live man... Smiling, he looks me up and down intently while his right hand comes up and gently cups my right breast beneath the frilled apron front. He lightly squeezes its roundness and I feel my prick stir in my panties. It's like a dream somehow come true. His left hand slips behind me, starting to ruffle and play with the layers of frills covering my behind. I want him to kiss me properly. The hand leaves my bottom, reaching round between my stockinged thighs to press the palm against the front of my panties, feeling the awakening bulge within. Instinctively I push my hips forward, breathing harder, rubbing myself against his firm, exciting fingers. He laughs quietly and seems pleased at what he sees. Steve always said he couldn't believe how responsive I was to his touch. Glenn kisses me again and I melt with relief into the genuine warmth of his passion. Pausing now, my new master tells me that it is time for him to remove my panties - a thrill of pure erotic pleasure runs through my insides as he bares me, coolly pulling the frilly knickers down around my ankles without ceremony. I step out of them without having to be told. He stands behind me and slides his hands round under the front of my apron. My breasts arch into the warmth of his palms, my nipples stiffen beneath his fingertips and I taste my own lipstick on lips suddenly grown dry. Naked from the waist down, I stand in my maids apron and watch myself allow this stranger to stroke and fondle me intimately. The fact that he is still clothed makes me feel even more on display. I am completely his creature now, a totally sexual being, defined only by the exquisite sensation of his touch. Glenn inspects me all over, reaching between my legs to cup my exposed balls, my aroused prick, lifting my ponytail to kiss the back of my neck. His hand comes to rest across the soft curves of my buttocks: "Would you like me to whip you now?" he asks, already knowing the answer. My bottom gives an involuntary shiver and I nod - if I speak I think I might burst into tears. "Tell me," he insists, making sure I remember his character in all this. "Yes, I'd like you to whip me now..." I whisper, my face burning in my shame, my exciting humiliation. Without lingering, he motions for me to get on my knees, on the floor, in front of the quilt. I watch him gather together the items that I am to wear; I am impressed - it all appears to be proper, (and expensive) bondage equipment. He holds up two sets of leather shackles, each comprising a pair of cuffs linked to each other by a short chain. I decide that one cuff of each pair goes around each ankle then each corresponding wrist is secured to it by the second cuff, in effect forcing the wearer to end up bent over in a sort of sitting position (...bare arse nice and ready, waiting for its punishment...) and I immediately become all too aware that I am actually here, dressed as a french maid, kneeling in front of this naked stranger and that I am going to allow him to tie me up and spank me for his sexual gratification. "Stephanie" I murmur soundlessly, practicing the safe word that I have been given, even though I have been told I won't have any need for it... Sure enough, as predicted, Glenn moves behind me, quickly fastening a cuff round each of my stockinged ankles, above the ankle strap of each shoe. He pulls the straps tight. They feel heavy and substantial through the sheer nylon and make me feel very sexy and exposed kneeling there. Glenn grabs a brown velvet cushion from the sofa and throws it onto the quilt just in front of me. A firm push between my bare shoulderblades and suddenly I fall forward landing on top of the cushion with a surprised gasp (..ooff!). I lie there on my front, slightly winded, with my prick pressing into the soft velvet, while Glenn takes the opportunity to take each of my legs and bend them back at the knee. My white stilettoes wave in the air above my bum for a few moments. He is not fooling around now: "Put your arms back behind you and try to grab hold of each ankle." Completely enthralled by his dominance, I turn my head to one side, pushing my shoulders into the quilt and reaching back obediently. Before I know it, each of my wrists is taken in turn, inserted into its waiting cuff and secured neatly to the appropriate ankle. Glenn finishes doing up the straps and lets go. Immediately I try to move, but all I can do is rock slightly from side to side on the cushion. My weight readjusts and I utter a little cry - it isn't cramped or painful, but the muscles in my back and arms know quite definitely that they are being held captive in this unusual new position. I have never felt anything like this before: my arms stretch backwards, pulling my ankles up and apart, pushing my hips open, and serving to spread my buttocks wide apart. Cool air wafts up between the naked cheeks of my bottom, gently playing over the gaping rosebud of my anus and making me distinctly glad of my earlier thoughtful application of perfume... Simply and efficiently, Glenn has rendered me completely powerless - totally restricting my movements but still allowing him total sexual access to me at all times. Laid out on the floor in front of him like this, I feel about as exposed and vulnerable as it's possible to be and suddenly become aware of my cock swelling full and hard beneath me. I shift my hips above the cushion, trying to rub myself against the soft velvet padding, shamelessly betraying my excitement to the man standing over me. He makes me wait then, for quite a while, obviously enjoying the sight of his sexy bare-bottomed maid spread invitingly before him, not only utterly helpless to prevent him doing whatever he wanted to her, but also completely enslaved by her own depraved desire for it to happen... Part 6 - Jemima is Very Obedient. My new master now shows me the next part of my preparation - a vibrating butt-plug. It is a long, fairly stocky cylinder with a definite helmet-like 'glans', capped at the end with a bar designed to prevent it from disappearing inside wherever it might be introduced... a wire leading out of the base links to a simple plastic switch. The rule was to be that once I had received the plug from my master, I must retain it inside me at all times - only he is allowed to remove it, if and when he might decide to enter me (...my stomach flutters wildly just thinking about it...) Glenn makes me watch him while he takes the top off a tube of lubricant, squeezing a good palmful into his hand before applying it thickly to the business end of the plug. The plug that he is seconds away from inserting inside me. I wonder how long it actually is - eight inches? Nine? Spread wide open on the quilt, I can do nothing but give the muscles of my poor rosebud an anticipatory work-out. He disappears out of my limited angle of vision, down towards my middle... down towards the temptations of my spread-eagled backside... A lubricated finger lightly touches my exposed anus, making me jump, despite myself. Lazily, it probes and enters, swirling and pushing, pulling back and pushing in, hooking itself deep inside the warm luscious depths of my hole. It stops moving for a moment concentrating on rubbing a secret place that sends my legs trembling in their restraints. Busy fingers move up inside me, coating my muscles with warm jelly, making me rock from side to side and bringing little moans of delight from my open mouth. Their work done, the fingers are withdrawn, to be quickly replaced by the thick shaft of the plug sliding wickedly into my rectum. Accepting the bulge of the head makes me groan and twist a little at the feeling of sharpness slipping past my muscles,but the shaft continues to be unrelentingly pushed into me. It feels very far up now, a ghostly pressure anchored at the base by the clasping ring of my anus, fills the very center of my body. Eventually the bar comes to rest, snug and sweet against my exposed perineum. The feeling of the wire poking out from between my buttocks sends a shiver of degradation running through me. Unseen hands switch the vibrator on - the noise of the motor is muted and quiet in the dim room but the sudden explosion of pulsing and buzzing inside my wriggling, uncontrollable, bottom tells a different story! The feeling grows, very arousing yet supremely unsatisfying, both at the same time. I hold it inside me obediently, my muscles resisting the growing urge to expel this artfully vibrating intruder. That's the thing I find with butt-plugs - they can creep up on you unawares, particularly if you're near to coming, so you have to watch them. Glenn lies down next to my side, his face directly in front of mine. Firmly holding the back of my head he kisses me again, his masterful tongue once more probing and exploring my hot mouth. His hazel eyes seem to be sparkling - I guess he is getting turned on. I close my eyes, partly to hide the fact that for some peculiar reason tears are welling up inside me. The strength of my emotions takes me by surprise. Minutes pass, and more minutes go by. All the time he draws out the kiss, taking his time to savour my position of helplessness, taking in my obvious receptiveness to his desires, exciting both of us with this subtle demonstration of his power. I want him to take everything I have. Finally he breaks away. "The sooner you pay the forfeit, the sooner you can have the reward," he whispers, eyes sparkling wickedly, and I see then that he wants to have me as much as I want to be had! "Yes...yes..." is all I manage to get out, my mind overloaded with thoughts and feelings, my insides thrilled with the constant, unwavering buzz in my behind. He disappears again, momentarily, then I hear him kneeling behind me. Strong wide fingers slide into my mouth, depressing my tongue, making my jaw relax, before pushing the smooth, hard sphere of a ball-gag between my wide-open lips. The straps are pulled tight, just below my ponytail and I begin breathing noisily through my nose, my head swimming with the reality of the hard latex filling in my mouth. I realise my master has had me plugged me at both ends. Scary though it is, I have to admit the increased feeling of helplessness adds to my mounting excitement. "MMmm," I try to speak, experimentally and quite inaudibly. For a split second I wonder just how I would get my safe word out, if I needed to, then from behind the sofa, the instrument that will be used to discipline me is produced and I can think of nothing else. Glenn brandishes a proper long leather horse crop, about a yard long, thin and whippy with a little tuft at the end. It looks like he could inflict pain with that. I start to get scared. Moving into position back between my legs, he runs the tip over my lube-smeared bum and down between my spread buttocks, tracing around the buzzing plastic cylinder jutting out of my stretched anus, burrowing under to tickle the back of my balls. I hear the long, slow swoosh of the whip and the first stroke arcs across my bottom (...OWWW!!...) with a sting that brings my head up with a snap. "MMMM!!" I manage to yell through the stiff vinyl of the gag. "Remember to keep hold of your new friend," he reminds me, helpfully, before once again I hear the dreadful descending swoosh and... SsshhWACK! My buttocks crease with flame. I try to remember that he is taking it easy with my virginal skin, but it feels like I'm being marked for life... SssshhhWCCK! The next stroke spits more fire, sending me whimpering in my gag. I struggle in my bonds, it feels good to be held when the pain SssshhhWIICCKK! My bum throbs white-hot but my erection is trying to drill its way through both cushion and quilt into the floor. I gratefully accept my new-found master's discipline, loving him for being willing to grant me the gift of lying here helpless before his will. This experienced, strong-willed man, makes me feel so open and exposed, both physically and mentally, and I marvel at the expertise that makes me both fear and crave his next attention to my behind. SsshhhhWWACCCK! When the next cut lands the familiar impact makes me jump and the raw heat flooding through my buzzing, smarting backside actually makes my eyes start to water. I don't know if I can bear another one, but what choice do I have anyway? The vibrator keeps my cock pressed hard into the yielding softness of the pillow beneath me and I seem to discover that I am starting to daydream about Glenn kneeling in front of me, the gag in my mouth replaced by his stiff cock while he reaches over my back and continuing to use the long whip on my dancing, smarting, buttocks... Yes, on reflection, it doesn't seem to hurt all THAT badly... But the next stroke never came. I wait, opening my eyes again - I sense he is still standing behind me, but what is he waiting for? "Slight change of plan," he whispers, "I need to do something right now." Bending, I feel him bestow a single kiss on each glowing cheek of my bottom - my heart melts inside my chest once more - then I cry out through the gag as the butt-plug is roughly pulled from my rectum, leaving my poor hole bereft and empty. Just as I work out what might be coming my way, I give out a muffled exclamation and between my outstretched knees, my new master's weight pushes down on my back and rests heavily in the backwards cradle of my shackled arms and legs. His robe discarded, I feel his nakedness lying full length on top of me, pressing intimately against every inch of my own bare skin. Helpless to do anything except accept the weight on my shoulders and tender backside, I start to breathe heavily with excitement, feeling a hairy stomach nestling into my lower back and strong forearms sliding beneath my reversed arms, bracing themselves on the padded quilt. Sheathed in cool smooth latex, the erect cylinder of a well-aroused prick prods lustily at my splayed bottom, (...oh god he's going to do it...) and sure enough, hunching his body right up against my defenceless rear, my new master mounts me; no waiting, no delay, just a quick, straight lunge inside with a brisk, degrading, assumption of familiarity that brings a wail of pure excited lust from my throat. In the most intimate way possible, this man is claiming me for his own. I briefly experience the extraordinarily releasing feeling of my anus stretching open to accept his swollen, probing shaft. The slick coating on the condom, together with the lubrication from the butt-plug makes it really easy for me to take him and almost immediately it feels like his entire length (...eight solid inches right up your grateful arse...) is embedded deep inside me. He raises himself a little and I thrill at the sensation of his balls softly falling into the gap between my tender, wide-open, bumcheeks. Sometimes, when your bottom is filled right up with your man, it's difficult to know where to turn. Even if you're not spread immobile on the floor beneath him, you don't know whether to clench and squeeze tight around him, or relax and wait for him to take control, when every deep primal feeling you possess is screaming at you to (...beg him buried right inside beg him to give it to me fuck me fuck me oh fuck me my love...)... Bound and breathless beneath his not-inconsiderable weight, my mind is racing (...an inch further inside you than Steve ever was, can you feel it up there?...) I realise I have never felt so totally, overpoweringly, possessed by a man as I do now. As if in answer my zealous new lover sighs against my back, "Jesus, that is goooood..." sending tremors from his chest vibrating through my entire body. "I figured neither of us could wait any longer...", he confesses, somewhat guiltily. It was just as he had warned me. I was there purely to serve my master's needs (... just a quick ride to try the bitch out...) and at that moment my master wanted to fuck. Strong hands slide under my spread-eagled front and close around the twin globes of my titties, anchoring me to his thrusting body. The man on top of me starts to work himself in and out of my burning hole, my bottom squelching at each new assault, he is stretching me with his slippy sliding glans bumping warm and hollow into the depths of my being my core... (...fucking me reaming me oh yes oh yes on top of me doing me making me...) The little part of my mind watching me rocking and moaning beneath my handsome new lover is amazed at how different it is from being fucked by Steve - Glenn is more confident and purposeful and somehow so much more intense. Our bodies locked together in sheer unconstrained lust, I feel the man above me directing my movements, making me follow his lead in the timeless, driving rhythm of sex. Shoving and back and SHOVING and back and SHOVING - with each divine sliding PUSH into me my prick is crushed into the softness of the cushion beneath me. The stimulation overlays the sheer erotic power of my complete submission to this powerful stranger (...please don't stop don't stop oh I can't...) and I feel my orgasm building between my spread thighs, my hips humping uncontrollably beneath my lover's weight... "Oh baby, yeah" he gasps in my ear and above me his body goes rigid, flattening onto my back, his loins pound against my backside and he comes... - and again it feels subtly, erotically, different from Steve, the same incredible hollowing sensation of 'bigness' releasing into me but no tell-tale wetness gradually making its presence known inside, no warm sticky outpour up between my buttocks, or oozing from my stretched and happy entrance. That said, I can still feel his love moving softly within me, flowing through me, making me whole once more and in return I grant him the heart-felt gift of my receiving... Afterwards I lie there exhausted beneath him, feeling his shaft still ramrod-stiff up inside me. I find myself idly musing on the benefits of taking mature men as lovers... I haven't come but I really don't care, instead I gradually notice that my throat hurts and my eyes seem to have filled with tears. I close them in the hope that my wonderful new love won't notice what he has wrought. Part 7 - Jemima is Put Completely in His Hands We remain collapsed there on the floor together for a moment, the calm after the storm. Kissing the back of my neck, he unties my gag, allowing me to gratefully relax my aching mouth and lips. I rest there, enjoying the intimacy of his weight on me, his prick still joining us together. I am flushed and light-headed with exertion - and I haven't been doing any of the active part of the fucking! After a few minutes, he pulls out of me and I utter another little cry as he withdraws. He removes the filled condom from his softening shaft and in my depraved imagination I see him emptying the contents into his palm and instructing me to lick the salty blobs of semen from his fingers... Jemima's Tale Pt. 05 He has to manhandle me upright again, onto my trembling knees. He unties the bow at my back and removes my apron over my head, leaving me utterly naked except for my little maids cap and cuffs, my gorgeously rouged nipples, my fine stockings and heels... I am pointedly aware that the vibrator does not seem to be being re-introduced to my behind... Finally I kneel before him again, wrists and ankles still bound, backside throbbing with sharp pangs of pleasure and heart racing excitedly in my chest. Oh, he is so tall and proud standing in the glow of the fire, his strong masculine form rearing up before me: I have given my body to this man, letting him enter and enjoy me as he would a woman. Once more I feel that familiar wonderful and scary lack of self, that urge to totally surrender, to deliver my heart and my being up to him, to worship and obey him, my new love, my own new master. He speaks, back in character again, and his words wipe out my mind once more. "Perhaps it's time to try your mouth a little..." I gaze in undisguised admiration at his beautiful cock, tight and thick in its nest of wiry dark hair, noting that, like Steve, he is circumsized. It is already semi-hard again and growing bigger, curling up against his thigh. Knowing that it is waiting for my lips sends my stomach churning with excitement, (...suck your master's cock and get him hard again...) I want to make him want to have me, I want to make him fuck me again, without a condom this time, and I want to hear him call me "baby" again as he shoots hot sperm up deep inside me. Glenn moves to position an armchair to face the high leather back of the sofa. He sits on the edge of the chair and, without questioning, I kneel on the floor beside him. Barely a foot away from my fascinated gaze, his glorious cock is erect again - it looks so big to have been inside me - and I watch enrapt as my lover reaches for a foil packet from the pile on the floor next to the chair. Our eyes meet as he carefully opens it, revealing the familiar transparent circle of strong latex - how I wish I was allowed bring him off in my mouth, I would swallow his seed so gratefully and lovingly... Watching my face, Glenn slowly rolls the sheath down over the proud veined shaft. (...This is going right up your sweet ass again, baby, but this time it's going so far up you're gonna beg and plead for mercy...) I can smell the faint fresh residue of his ejaculation blending together with something sharper - the tang of the fruit-flavoured condom - and I feel myself growing warm all over, my prick hardening uncontrollably between my kneeling thighs. My master notes my growing excitement and gently smiles. I blush with shame, knowing that my every thought and desire is wide-open to this intelligent, sensitive, man. He makes me get to my feet, and I find myself standing in front of him in the narrow gap between his chair and the sofa back. Shackled and bent over, my head is already in the perfect position hovering above his prick, my still-tender rear within easy reach of his outstretched hand. With the authority of a man who has successfully claimed his territory, he runs a cool and gentle palm over the burning cheeks of my bottom, sliding a thumb between them, caressing and massaging the crack and bumhole that now totally belong to him. He pierces me easily with two fingers while, simultaneously pushing my face into his lap from above. My excited cry is silenced with a large mouthful of latex-covered, cherry-flavoured, cock. He plays with me leisurely, while I purr with delight, throwing myself as best I can onto the thick shaft in front of me - the fruity taste is as much a novelty to me as the smooth rubbery sensation of the condom in my mouth. Funnily enough, I decide that the blatancy of it all actually enhances the sheer girliness of standing there, my lips greedily wrapped around eight inches of succulent American manhood... I find my position is making it difficult to suck properly, so reluctantly I content myself with licking and kissing the hard weapon through its protective covering. I sense Glenn understanding my predicament, for it's not long before his fingers leave my backside and firm hands raise my face from his cock. I allow myself to be turned until I am facing away from him. Suddenly he grabs me round the waist and pulls me back towards him. My arms still pulled straight down, the wrists still firmly bound to my ankles, I can do nothing but fall backwards, down onto his waiting lap. Glenn sits up straight behind me, his tanned arms locking tight round my waist to prevent me falling forwards. Leaning back against his broad muscular frame, feeling his chest hairs rub against the skin of my shoulders, I become incredibly aware of my own body, sitting there smooth and white in stockings and high heels, pert, rouged, titties protruding above his strong enfolding arms, pale, bare bumcheeks spread invitingly across their cushion of firm male thighs - I feel so different compared to this man, so much more feminine, able to offer myself, soft and yielding, up to the demanding needs of his masculinity - I shiver, knowing that the moist hard cock poking enthusiastically into the small of my back will soon be provoking a similar sensation in a place deep inside of me... My new boyfriend leans forward purposefully, still holding me firmly to him, and his erection slides its way wetly down the entire length of my bumcrack. It hovers there for a few exquisite, teasing moments before suddenly dipping right under me to spring up once more, directly and heart-stoppingly introducing itself into the wide-open entrance of my anus (...put it in me please put it in me do it now...). "Oohh..." I moan at the feeling, my hole still fresh and tingling from its previous encounter with this potent broom-handle of a prick. This is the cue for Glenn to firmly pull my hips backwards, driving himself up into my bottom before suddenly rocking my entire body back onto him - cunningly using my own weight to sink the spreading, invading, shaft right into my arse... "AAahhh," waves of pure emotion flood through me as he plunges all the way in. The whole gorgeous length of him fills me, snug and hard, like before. I couldn't be more open to him than this - arms held fast at my sides, hands still firmly handcuffed to ankles, legs bent naturally back round the firm platform of his thighs. Totally impaled on his rigid, penetrating, weapon, my world becomes an intense jumble of erotic sensations: my separated bottom-cheeks nestling snugly into his lap, the exquisite feeling of his balls resting against the delicate skin around my stretched rosebud, the hands that now cup my breasts, thrillingly exploring their shape and weight, knowing fingers caressing the taut redness of my nipples and driving me wild, my head resting back gratefully against the supporting strength of his left shoulder, the luscious warmth of his cock, radiating so deep inside me... I am a girl for him, his lover and partner, sexual plaything and total slave to his mastery and desire... Looking down at my spread, dishevelled body, I see my master's right hand delving down between my legs; "I guess," he whispers in my ear, grasping the delighted column of my erection with his strong fingers, "if you work real hard, you get to have me jack you off..." His words burn through my loins like a short of pure adrenaline, and I feel myself go crazy. I start to wriggle and jerk on his knees, desperately working my hips, trying to pump myself into my lover's firm enclosing fist. His thick cock burns and pulses inside me as I jiggle and bounce, wanking myself towards a desperate, flailing orgasm, my pleasure enhanced by the realisation that I am doing all the work, literally being made to fuck myself on my master's magnificent rod. After a few exhausting minutes, his hand still grasping me round the base of my cock, I feel Glenn decide to take charge of the proceedings, making a move to raise himself up off the armchair. Levering himself up with his left hand, me still on top with his prick still deliciously anchored inside my bottom, he lifts our combined weight upwards using all the power of his thighs. I barely know what's happening, but I'm not stopping for anything (...come in my arse and make me shoot all over your hand...) my hips still jerking their away towards orgasm. Then the leather back of the sofa looms towards me and I give a little "ooff" as I am flipped forwards until my shoulders and upper arms are resting on the smooth, wide, edge. My master stands and takes me fully round the waist placing my buttocks right up into his groin, and driving into me with all his might. I wail my frightened pleasure out loud, hands and wrists dangling helplessly beneath me, most of my weight supported by the sofa back. He adjusts his grip, hands sliding down over the tops of my thighs to tightly cradle the backs of my legs - clearly aiming to gain the maximum amount of purchase from my precarious position. My quivering bottom is carefully angled against his solid, powerful thighs; I feel warm skin resting against my neglected balls and I hear myself make a noise like an animal, deep in my throat - I am literally, totally in his hands. He starts now, forcing his engorged member further inside me, where it can properly fuck the very heart of my bowels. With each unforgiving SLAP into my buttocks, the steady, devastating rythmn builds. SLAP - teetering over the back of the sofa, but at the last minute being pulled back onto the plunging, working prick... SLAP - falling forwards but my lover holds me firm. SLAP! (...00FF! uhh...) - every thrust forcing little gasps from me, hammering my delirious prick right into the back of the leather sofa. SLAP! (...UUhh god...) - fucking me with strong, efficient movements, the head of my prick pushes roughly into the cool leather and... SLAP!! - abruptly, helplessly, I come - warmth explodes through my groin and beneath my stomach, my straining member squirts a load of creamy sperm all over the sofa back. "Yeah, that's right..." comes an appreciative hiss from somewhere above my arching, wriggling, backside; SLAPP!! (...haahhh!) - squashing my exploding cock back against the wet leather...(...oh god I'm coming prick sliding in my come writhing on the end of his pounding, driving tool oh my love...) "Ohh baby, here it is", he warns me with a thick, urgent, whisper that sends me writhing and moaning like a madwoman. SLAPP!! I feel myself grip hard around the burning, tormenting column inside me. The man ramming between my sweating, heaving buttocks clasps my haunches so tight I think my hips will crack; he shudders and jerks against me in his climax and once more I melt in shameful pride, knowing that only a layer of thin latex prevents my lover from giving my insides the heavenly, sticky coating of seed it craves and deserves... Part 8 - Fringe Benefits of a New Lover Phew! - and the rest of that weekend went equally well, I'm glad to say! That evening, Glenn ordered some Chinese food in and we talked and drank and laughed till the early hours of the morning. He requested that I continue to dress as Jemima for him while we were alone and I needed no urging to comply, spending the entire evening flirting and teasing in my best violet teddiette and matching stockings. I felt so relaxed and happy, sitting beside him in front of the fire, my head on his shoulder, his hand idly playing with the taut suspenders stretching down my thighs while he told me of his life, his thoughts and his dreams. He had spanked and whipped a lot of submissive partners, and enjoyed going to S&M clubs in London and Manchester, but, he admitted, since the divorce it was rare for him to have sex with anyone, female or shemale. He wanted a bit more from someone than just pure sexual attraction. Funnily enough, he appeared to be a little like Steve in that he appreciated transvestites for their sheer erotic willingness to "play the game" and cater to his needs. I was so happy that we really seemed to be on the same wavelength on all the things that were important to me. Maybe it was because he was American, but Glenn seemed to me more empathic and emotionally aware than any man I had met so far - maybe it's all that Oprah! Later my new lover took it upon himself to undress me to the waist, spending half an hour kissing and sucking my bare titties before taking me in a knowing hand and unselfishly granting me my second delirious orgasm of the night. I was gradually gaining the impression that this guy was turning out to be someone a girl could fall heavily, head-over-heels, in love with... Later that night, we went to sleep together - like a real couple! - in his massive bed. Glenn seemed most approving of my white satin baby-doll nightie set, and, when we awoke late next day, approved even more on discovering that I had misplaced my panties during the night... I still swoon at the memories of that first morning together; of awakening in the light of the morning to find myself snuggled against the new man in my life - my head on his chest, his arm round my waist; of me wanking him to excited arousal while I confessed my private, dirty, fantasies of him into his ear, then just managing to slide another delicious cherry condom over his hardness before he suddenly took control, pushing me onto my back and mounting me, missionary-style, like a woman... Fifteen glorious, toe-stretching minutes later, my knees gripping his sides, I clasped him to me like my life depended on it while my lusty new boyfriend delivered his first load of the day right where it belonged - up between the quivering cheeks of my arse. I was his 'baby' again - and I loved it! Best yet, as he ejaculated into me, he reached down for my trapped, neglected prick and with a quick flick of his wrist brought me off against his warm, sweaty, stomach... and that made me wriggle my arse for him, I can tell you! I was in pure, unadulterated, sexual heaven! I think we went a bit mad over that first weekend together, but it really was so much fun, finding out just how much each of us excited the other. I reckon we must have fucked over half a dozen times - I just couldn't get enough of it! It is truly incredible if you are lucky enough to meet someone who wants a great deal of the same things you want from life, someone who allows you to be yourself, who finds you sexy and whom you also find sexy as hell... I know that for me, in addition to all this, my ideal relationship just has to be crowned with the need to be with someone who genuinely enjoys asserting his maleness over me, someone with whom I can experience real, mutual, pleasure from my sexual submission to him. At the end of my blissful two days - and nights! - I caught the train back home, promising to return soon. I had the feeling that if somehow Glenn found himself developing the same feelings about at me, then we could be the start of something special, something that had the potential to really go somewhere if we both wanted it to. I just knew I couldn't wait to be with him again - and I had no idea how I was going to get through going back to work; everything seemed rather pointless compared to the joy of having eight inches of my new lover's cock stretching me to the hilt... I would have to settle with emailing him every night: letting him know how much l was looking forward to giving the favourite new prick in my life a proper blow-job, of tasting his creamy spunk and feeling its sticky wetness inside me, and telling him again how much I had enjoyed receiving my punishment and that I longed desperately to be put over his office chair and soundly spanked "to warm my ass up" one more time. Maybe I would ease the boredom a bit by posing for a few more pictures and sending them over to him, just to keep my new boyfriend in mind of what was in store for him once we were together again. Over the next few months, it was looking as though a lot of good, unclean fun was in store for Jemima and her new man! Jemima's Tale Pt. 06 Part 1 - Jemima Waits for her Punishment. The bedroom is big, with stripped, polished floors covered with large, expensive, rugs in geometric yellows and greys. The large bay windows are slightly open and a gentle morning breeze flicks across the massive, richly-embroidered, curtains. Up against one cream-coloured wall, the bed is also on a grand scale - enormous in fact - with steel-grey bedhead and frame of smooth wrought-iron. With its many soft pillows and cushions it looks exactly like a bed in which you could stretch out and luxuriate, a bed well suited for a girl to spend long, inventive, hours lying there, cradled in the arms of her boyfriend, eagerly exploring more and more ways to make love to him... At this particular moment, however, the bed is empty. Standing where I have been left, in the middle of the room, my eyes are drawn to the full-length, free-standing mirror next to one of the twin armchairs. My reflection in the glass sends a thrill of excitement through my groin once more, reminding me of similar sensations earlier this morning. It had been then, kneeling on the floor of this lovely bedroom, that I had been so naughty - so deliberately disrespectful to my master - that I had ended up standing here alone like this, able to do nothing except look at my plight in the mirror and contemplate the punishment to come. I try to ease the discomfort in my shoulders, but succeed only in making myself even more aware of my hands and arms, tied helplessly behind my arching back. The mirror allows me to enjoy the sight: the smooth, nylon-sheathed outline of my body under my new patterned body-tight, sheer black mesh covering me completely from titties to toes save for the wickedly-placed cut-out panel, under my crotch and up over my rear. This audacious cut-away leaves nothing to the imagination - curving up from the open crotch to reveal my bottom, temptingly exposing the entire shadowy cleft between my bumcheeks. The delicate leaf pattern of the bodystocking rises up to a line above my breasts, held in place by a single thin strap over each of my naked shoulders. At the other extreme of my body, my stockinged feet fit snugly into my faithful shiny black stilettoes - the five-inch heels extending and lengthening the smooth line of my poised, black-sheathed limbs. My excited breathing makes me continuously aware of the studded leather belt constricting my waist. Twin thick straps are attached at the front, passing either side of my groin, they descend under my body, having been pulled right up into my bumcrack, as tightly as they can go, and fastened again to the belt at my back. These leather straps are serving most effectively to keep the wide, stretching thickness of Glenn's largest buttplug fastened up snug inside my anus, forcing me to retain the massive latex dildo in my aching hole whether I like it or not. There is sweat on my forehead as my muscles continually relax, unsuccessfully trying to expel the intruding phallus, but actually serving only to increase the sensation of its divine presence wedged inside my throbbing hole. If I could move my hips even a fraction without unbalancing, my spunk would be joyously spurting onto the pale, gleaming, wood of the floor... Securely tied, my hands stretch out behind my back, the velvet cord pulling me back relentlessly to where it is anchored around the handle of the bedroom door. Conversely, at the front of my body, the silver chain attached to the cockleash firmly wrapped round my rampant, straining erection, pulls me forward towards its own starting point, at the foot of the iron bedstead. Both cord and chain had pulled tight when my boyfriend had shut the bedroom door behind him, leaving me standing here, back arched and bottom thrust out, facing the bed on taut, trembling, legs. It is almost too much for me; immobile, unable to turn, and desperate not to fall over, I stand here waiting for my lover and master to return. Of course, it is also so extremely exciting that I can barely believe I'm not dreaming; my knees grow even weaker when I look again at Jemima in the mirror, unable to believe how beautiful, how sexy she looks in her erotic predicament. Her hair falls luxuriously down her back as if pointing the way, past her tied hands, to the smooth pale globes of her bare buttocks. Beneath immaculately-applied grey eyeshadow the heavily mascared eyes of the she-male in the mirror sparkle with nervous anticipation. I stare at the full red pout of my lips, watching myself lick them, faintly tasting the residue of my recent ambush on Glenn's lovely cock... Yesss... now that might have been just one blow-job too far, seeing as it ended up getting me into this position in the first place. My face is flushed and bright, wide-eyed with the knowledge that soon my master will return, bringing with him his friend, David. I feel my stomach churning inside at the thought of what I have been told will happen... under the watchful eye of my beloved, this total stranger will be allowed to put me over his knee and administer the rest of my punishment for this mornings behaviour - a "thorough" spanking. If I take it like a good and grateful girl and they are pleased with me, then as a special treat, I will be allowed to have David watch while Glenn gives me a good and proper fucking (...oh Glenn...). I hear the car returning in the driveway below the open windows and my heart immediately starts racing like crazy. Doors slam and I hear two voices downstairs (...and the first thing he will notice will be your pale white arsecheeks, clenched feverishly round that lovely thick dildo...). I wait for ages, then, wondering what is happening. Interminable, agonising, minutes later, I hear them on the stairs, the sound of laughter mingling with their approaching footsteps. Any second now they will be outside the bedroom door... I toss my hair back nervously, seeing the colour rising helplessly in my cheeks, feeling my nipples standing out hard and proud beneath their covering of fine mesh, my prick proudly, solidly erect (...to be seen like this by a stranger, to openly reveal my shame, the naked strength of my desires...). The door opens and Glenn enters the room, causing my heart to flip once more at the sight of his tanned, handsome face. Our eyes meet and I know that he can see just exactly how aroused I have become, awaiting and anticipating his return. As the pressure from the cord behind me finally relaxes, I stagger to hold my aching limbs upright, consciously aware that I am my master's property and about to be displayed before his old friend. Caught tight in the grip of the cockleash, my flushed prick juts out, hard as iron, a counterpoint to the constraining femininity of my bodystocking. We both know that I belong to him alone, to do with as he wishes - and at the moment his wish is to enjoy seeing me chastised by a stranger... "Come on in, Dave," he welcomes the other man, "meet Jemima. It certainly looks like she's pleased to meet you..." Part 2 - Jemima is Extremely Naughty before Breakfast. It was one of my weekend visits to my new boyfriend. Bright and early that morning, Glenn was trying to get dressed, ready to go and collect an old drinking and clubbing partner, David, from the nearby train station. We hadn't had even had time for our customary love-making, and I was playing up a bit... It wasn't that I didn't mind David coming to stay for the weekend - Glenn had had quite a social life going back many years and kept in touch with lots of people - but deep down, I couldn't feeling a little bit resentful that he didn't prefer to just spend the time alone with me. In bed. Having me. As you might be able to tell, Jemima was feeling a bit provocative and tarty (...I want him now. I deserve him. I am going to make this gorgeous man come in my mouth, whether he likes it or not...). I am feeling so naughty in fact, that I have sneaked back into bed wearing my new bodystocking, totally enamoured by the sensuality of the sheer all-over nylon, the way my awareness of my crotch and backside is accentuated by their bareness against the sheets. All made up and horny as hell, I had been counting on being manfully fucked through the open-back of my new black fishnet playsuit. What did he mean, there wasn't going to be time? There should always be enough time to give Jemima a good seeing-to... Kneeling before him on the soft bedroom rug covering the polished floorboards, I look up into frowning, hazel eyes and make a play of licking my full, freshly-rouged, lips. I speak softly, cooing in my best little-girl voice, "Is this lovely big cock for my breakfast, then?" Without waiting for a reply, I grab his firm bottom with my hands, pulling him to me, rubbing and working the awakening muscles whilst literally burying my head in his groin. I take all of him into my mouth and hold him there, warming the curled sleepy penis until it starts to wake. He looks down at me in exasperation, "Jemima!" he says, irritated, but turned on despite himself, "I'm going to be late!". He HATES being late, in fact he's the most punctual man I've ever known (...but this time, David is going to come second and YOU'RE coming first, my darling boyfriend...) but I also know that he can never resist a juicy, early-morning, blow-job... His cock is stiffening nicely, becoming too large for my mouth to contain. I help it to unfurl, running my fingers down his crack and under his body, teasingly rubbing his tight anus, his perineum, fingering the heavy balls, stroking and encouraging nature to take its wonderful course... My hands move over his buttocks, fondling and caressing the cool flesh while I lick his stiffening shaft all over, teasing the swollen, plum-like, glans, delicately exploring the pouting slit with the very tip of my tongue - I know exactly what turns my grumpy boyfriend on and I make sure that I put on a show. I'm certain that he's still annoyed with me but the readiness of his body beneath my touch tells me he has absolutely NO desire to interrupt me in mid-naughtiness... At last I allow my lips to close over him, taking the entire head in my mouth, enfolding the smoothness of the ridged helmet,before rubbing the fullness of my bottom lip along its soft underside. He gives a little gasp, as I knew he would, and I maintain my position, repeatedly working my lip against this soft lower skin. I glance upwards to look at his face high above me - eyes shut, mouth half-open - a shiver runs through me at the knowledge that I am giving him such pleasure. I watch his expression as I open my lips wide and take as much of his length in my mouth as I can manage. Breathing through my nose, murmuring my enjoyment deep in my throat, I kneel before my lover, his rigid manhood between my lips, overwhelming me with the vitality of its strength, the beauty of its purpose, the promise of its reward... I take the thickened base of him in my right hand and gorge myself freely on the proud shaft, now slick and wet with pre-come. Momentarily I lean forward, resting my forehead against the gentle curve of his stomach. The solidity of his maleness, the close proximity of his body next to me, enhances the excitement of making love to such an intimate part of him. I am barely aware of my own prick, straining up and hard between the smooth nylon of my legs. I begin sliding the moist circle of my mouth down the slightly curved shaft, pubic hair briefly tickling my nose, before pulling back up until my lips close round the thick head of the glans. Slowly, sensually, I coat it with saliva, my tongue lapping round the warm flesh lollipop until I can feel it pulse in answer. Then again I engulf him, forward and back and forward and back, bobbing sharp and quick in the rhythm I know drives my boyfriend crazy. Without stopping my endeavours, I glance up at the face of the man whose stiff cock is in my mouth, seeing him gazing enrapt at my red lips working on him, my body moving before him, my exposed bottom swaying delightfully with the full, pumping motion of my head (...won't be long now...). A strange sense of glee floods through me, I am pure sex now, totally devoted to serving him... And now I'm sucking him properly, and steadily wanking him at the same time. My hair falls forward, forming a tent for my eagerly worshipping lips, a secret shrine in which to receive the special, pearly-white, sacrament that both sustains and feeds my love (...oh I want to taste him I want to taste his come NOW...) I feel Glenn's hands at the sides of my head, fingers wrapping gently in my tumbling hair - a sign that he is close - and in a frenzy of lust I close my eyes and take charge, wanking him hard in my fist, blatantly fucking him with my mouth, pleading, coaxing demanding that the approaching tide rise up from the splayed, sweaty balls beneath my chin and into my waiting mouth where it belongs. (...ooo yes... on his knees right behind me cool hands feeling my arse, thrust up and ready for him, then reaching down under my waist, between my legs, taking hold of my aching stiffness while plunging his cock into my hole until I squeal in delight, squirting into his hand...). A sudden thickening of the shaft between my lips and my lover's orgasm rushes into my mouth, abruptly exploding in short, fierce, bursts onto my tongue, my teeth, filling the back of my throat. "Mmm MMMmm," I let him hear my pleasure at being granted the sublime, sticky, gift of his passion, at eliciting such an intense and powerful response. The smell of his spunk is everywhere - in my nose, in my hair - I gulp the thick, viscous, fluid down with relish, taking all he has to give, just as I have done so many times before. My lover's early-morning come is warm and plentiful, tasting of nothing else but pure fresh love. The oozing pulses finally subside and I busy myself with the task of delicately cleaning the still-stiffened organ. At last, pleased with myself, I sit back on my heels, licking the last remnants of his seed from my lips and with a big grin on my face. I feel proud and clever to have swallowed his come yet another time. My boyfriend takes care to look cross, "Didn't I TELL you I was going to be late?" He dresses quickly, his brow creased in obvious thought. I start to wonder if I might have bitten off more than I can chew here... "I think its about time you learnt that the whole world doesn't actually revolve around Jemima and Jemima's fun." "Glenn..." "Just be quiet and do exactly what you're told, for once." I know a hint when I hear one, so I stop and wait, a bit nervously now, for my master to decide what is going to be done with me... Part 3 - Jemima has to Learn Who's Boss. He orders me to put my black high heels on. I stand before him, knowing it is like one of our games, but feeling trepidation nevertheless. "Open your legs and stand still," he warns in a tone that brooks no disrespect. He IS being rather rough with me. I hear him scrabbling in our toy drawer selecting some items, before coming up behind me. A hand briskly separates my bumcheeks then my best thick buttplug is suddenly inserted into me from underneath. "Oo!" - he could have used some lubrication! He attaches the thick studded belt round my waist, securely fastening it before pulling the dangling rear straps up between my legs, crossing them over and tightening them at the front with a jerk that threatens to lift me off the ground. "Uuhh", I clench round the unshiftable object now wedged in my bottom by the straps and, sticking out in front of me, my erection throbs in proud sympathy. "Chew on that for a while, you little minx," he mutters in exasperation. I manage to pout most effectively at my cruel boyfriend - without him catching me. The black leather cockleash is wrapped firmly round my excited prick, snug collar leaving only the shining purple mushroom of my exposed glans in view. Deftly he laces the enclosing leather tight around my shaft then attaches the D-rings round the base to the two taut straps running down into my crotch. Attaching a long silver chain to the ring just below the head of the cockleash, my boyfriend stretches it out in front of me, clipping it to the ironwork at the foot of the bed. Satisfied with the flagpole effect of my imprisoned cock, he moves round behind me. "Wrists," he gives the familiar command and I place them behind my back. Velvet cord binds them tightly and I sigh, feeling the usual sensual, submissive, delight that always comes with having my hands bound. For some reason I get VERY turned on if Glenn french-kisses me while I'm tied like this - and the wicked bastard knows it... In the mirror, I watch him estimate the length of cord needed before walking over to the door and looping the other end over the handle. For someone who's late, he seems to be taking plenty of time and trouble to make my life uncomfortable. "Lets see how that is," he steps aside and gently begins to close the bedroom door. The velvet cord gradually becomes taut, pulling my wrists back towards the closing door. I carefully follow the pull backwards, balancing on the high stilettoes, until I feel the cockleash tugging on my prick at the front. I pause, but the door continues to shut, tightening the pull on my prick and really forcing my hips forwards... I gasp, unable to retreat any further - and as my wrists start to pull me over, the door closes, leaving me high and dry, teetering on my heels, impaled on my buttplug,and powerless to do anything except concentrate on not falling over. Even the slightest sway of my hips produces a slight, heavenly, tug of pleasure on my cock. Glenn comes and stands close to me, looking directly into my eyes. If he can't see the depth of the feelings running through my body, the hard evidence of my excitement poking out in front of me serves to give me away. He takes my face in his hands, kissing me hard in a way that lets me know just how much he, too, is turned-on by my impromptu punishment. I allow myself a mock struggle to free my wrists, feeling myself melting inside with pleasure, knowing that he will still be able to taste himself on my lips. My nylon-sheathed toes curl in their high-heeled stilletoes - I am utterly excited by my helplessness before him. He breaks off to whisper in my ear, his hands find my breasts, moving in slow, tantalising, whirlpools over the stretched nylon. My breathing begins to quicken as his thumbs rub across my stiff nipples and he tells me that the only reason I have not been gagged is that I will be alone in the house until he gets back, and how, in the twenty minutes or so that he will be gone, I can think about what David will think when he sees me like this, and about how much I will deserve the spanking I am going to get... I shiver, pressing my body against his clever, teasing, hands; this man and his imagination are so sensual, so erotic to me - I feel he knows me totally, inside and out - how did I ever manage to live without him, without all this? Then he leaves me there, poised and helpless in my bondage. The sound of the bedroom door shutting behind him merges with my unbidden groan of pleasure as my hips once more jerk forward, pulled by the inexorable pressure on my throbbing, tightly-laced, erection. All I can do now is wait... Part 4 - Displayed Before an Old Friend. I turn as much as the cockleash lets me, looking at him over my right shoulder. David is maybe ten years older than Glenn. Beneath a neat grey goatee beard, his long, thin, face was quite lined and his hair, although still plentiful, was a sparkling silver-grey that presumably used to be jet-black. He is wearing an old-fashioned corduroy jacket and trousers in dark blue, together with a shirt and tie of obvious quality. Incongrously his left ear is pierced four, no five times. No other visible jewellery that I could see. Jemima's Tale Pt. 06 His intelligent, lively eyes look me up and down expertly, before matching my gaze. I know that, as a connoisseur, he has made an assessment, knows what I am and what I like, what I want to have done to me... I imagine him telling his acquaintances, "Oh yes, obviously submissive, small tits but quite effective, nice legs and backside - a bit over-formal with the make-up, perhaps - sexually generous, but has strict limits, likes roleplay and being the centre of attention, is rather sensitive and rather charmingly still turned on by the exciting humiliation of it all. Glenn says she's a good ride and endearingly keen to please..." My mind whirls with thoughts of David weighing me up as Glenn's latest girlfriend and I just manage to hear him say: "Oh yes, I can totally see what you mean." What had I missed my lover saying about me? Then, extremely politely, as though I wasn't standing tied up before him showing everything a girl has to offer: "So pleased to finally meet you. You are certainly as pretty as Glenn described, my dear." The well-spoken English voice contrasts with the soft American burr of my lover's accent and I find myself blushing like a schoolgirl at his compliment. "Jemima is very keen to hand herself over to your tender mercies," says my boyfriend helpfully. David bends down to inspect the straps keeping the buttplug wedged up between my buttocks. "Quite delightful..." he murmurs and I feel my face colouring again, both proud and ashamed both at the same time. I watch in anticipation while Glenn fetches what he calls my 'spanking chair' - a simple wooden chair, without arms or anything to get in the way - from the corner of the room, places it in front of the mirror and indicates to his friend to make himself comfortable on it. He then proceeds to unfasten my hands, unhooking the silver chain from under my cockleash. A warm hand on my bottom gently steers me toward where David is waiting. With each movement of my hips, I feel the buttplug moving inside me. I can't believe I am going to let this man spank me, that I am going to let myself reveal to him my innermost, secret desires. Hands at my waist and shoulder urge me down. I lower myself across David's lap, hunching forward until my bum is resting nicely over his legs, my stiff, imprisoned, cock jutting down between his spread thighs. I support myself outstretched arms and legs, my hair falling down around my face, feeling the deep wool of the rug under the the palms of my hands, giving way beneath the burrowing toes of my stilettoes. David runs his cool and firm hands over the cheeks of my bottom: squeezing, massaging, evaluating. "Spread your legs, please Jemima," he orders. Lying here across his thighs, I feel utterly powerless and extremely naked, despite the fact that most of my body is covered in fishnet. I stretch my legs wide, knowing that I am making myself completely open to him. Probing fingers delve between my parted buttocks and discover the hilt of the buttplug. Momentarily they stop to play, stroking and exploring me, feeling where my body stretches around the penetrating width and bringing little helpless gasps from me at the bold intimacy of his touch. "I think this might be removed," he muses, as if to himself, and instantly someone's hands, it must be Glenn's, unfasten the buckle at the back of my leather belt, pulling the harness out from between my thighs. The pressure inside my anus suddenly releases and I let out a little moan of relief - already I feel my muscles mustering their strength to eject the invading width of the dildo. Suddenly someone grabs the end of the plug and pulls. I cry out as it slides from my body, experiencing a final 'pop' of pleasure as the bulge of the head stretches me open and then is gone. I had grown accustomed to its invidious presence within me, so I am left feeling bereft, a strange hollow feeling echoing throughout my entire insides. Now there is nothing left to impede David's scrutiny of my perfectly-presented behind. "Yes, I think she will be able to go on for a while," he mutters to Glenn (...!!...). And then, as I knew he would, he starts. Presaging each blow with a slight tensing of his thighs under my front, he begins to spank me. He doesn't spare me in the slightest, starting as he means to go on, hitting my buttocks with hard, regular, slaps of his palm. I know I am in the hands of a master. Powerful, hurting, bursts of impact rain down on my bare cheeks, I feel them quivering and shaking to the forceful rythmn of his onslaught - and with the sting of the pain comes the welcome heat, mirroring my building excitement, my buttocks becoming warm and glowing, alive and desperate for this wonderful punishment. I can't stop myself wriggling in his lap, my senses filled only with the engorged thickness of my prick and the all-consuming fire in my backside. In answer, David holds me securely by the waist, spanking even harder now, resolute and mechanical in his discipline and totally ignoring its effects on my squirming, gasping form. Whack after whack descends on my poor backside. My body an outstretched bow across the broadness of his lap, I can distinctly feel ripples of every impact in the taut, straining, muscles of shoulders and calves. Still imprisoned in the cockleash my prick yearns to be pumped - if he closes his knees on me I could wank myself off in an instant. Crack! There is the definite sensation of a hard cock pressing into my side. Crack! Crack! I am panting now, my bottom now blazing with a pure, sexual burning that needs to be relieved, demands to be quenched. My legs are sliding apart, his hand takes advantage moving to smack the tender flesh down between my legs. Crack! Crack! Crack! "Oww! OWW!" I cannot help shouting out. Immediately embarrassed, I know he will be pleased to have made me yell. "Twelve extra slaps for complaining," says my stickler of a boyfriend, fiendishly knowing the state I am in. Writhing on his knees, the toes of my stilettoes sliding across the rug, sweating my hair sticks to my face - oh god, I am on fire! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! an expert riflefire of blows and I want him to jam three fingers into my arse and finger-fuck me fuck me until I spurt onto the floor. My bum stings and throbs oh so deliciously (...oh take me and fuck me my love fuck me...) The blows stop suddenly. There is a brief pause - and then, as if to mock my aroused thoughts, two strong hands grip my back, holding my trembling body still. Strong fingers part my upturned bottom cheeks, revealing my gaping rosebud to the entire room. The wet poke of a lubricated prick slides right between my open buttocks and powers into my exposed hole: "oh MY GOD" I hear myself yelling in sheer disbelief as, grabbing my hips, Glenn takes me there and then, driving himself fully inside my spread and yielding anus. My lover assaults the depths of my still-tingling bottom with long, deep strokes, mercilessly pummelling my backside, driving the impact on my upthrust rear into my outstretched arms, sending me rocking back and forth uncontrollably over the knees of this stranger: This (...ooff...) isn't (...ahh...) going to (...oooff...) last long, I think between the relentless shoves. My master seems incensed with lust, careless of my pleasure, ploughing into my arse to reach his climax as quickly as possible (...OH YEEES...). The phallus inside me explodes in a powerful wet orgasm. Once, twice, before quickly pulling out, still squirting cum, to lie between my exhausted bumcheeks (...feel it on my skin, giving me your beautiful seed...). There seemed to be a remarkable amount of come, considering how short a time had passed since I had received his load in my mouth. He seemed to go on for ever, deliberately taking great care to deposit his spunk all over my buttocks - I felt it start to run wetly down my thighs, my legs - I heard David saying something about white semen shining against smooth pink flesh and I felt my face blush bright red beneath the hanging screen of my hair, consumed with absolute degradation at the thought of him seeing me like this, of having showed him what I truly craved and how much I had loved his hands on my body. Part 5 - Jemima is Told to do a Rude Thing. The hand on my back was withdrawn. Freed from restraint, I literally fell off David's knees, more than a little winded, and sank to the floor in a sweaty heap. My bum felt like it would be tingling and glowing like this for ever more and my crack felt like it was completely awash with Glenn's sperm. From my position on the floor I could see the bulge of David's hardness, quite visible under the pale jeans, matching my own straining member in its leather prison. The part of me that was Jemima preened and enjoyed the fact that her charms had been aroused him so. Glenn had re-adjusted his clothing, leaving me in my skimpy playsuit, there in the bedroom, with two fully-clothed men. "Thank him", ordered my lover. Catching my breath I raised my head and looked into David's wise, alert eyes. "Thank you for my spanking, Sir," I said (...and you mean it don't you...). Glenn had a wicked glint in his eyes. "After going to all that effort, I think Dave deserves to get his rocks off a bit too - don't you?" Shocked, I didn't know what to say - early on in our relationship I had clearly set out what I would or would not do sexually and this included group sex of any sort. The way I saw it I belonged only to Glenn and my mouth and arse were reserved for him and him alone. In the same way I drew the line at him having oral or penetrative sex with anyone else. I couldn't help it, it was how I felt about it. (...Where was he going with this?...) They sat down in the two armchairs next to the bed (...have they planned this...) I could feel an uncomfortable oozing getting underway inside me - I really could do with a trip to the bathroom... "Kneel on the floor in front of Dave please." (...Glenn, no...) I crawl over, with my mind whirling. My knees sink into the deep wool of the rug. Behind me my stiletto heels point directly at the mirror. I see David looking behind me and, curious, I glance around to see what he's looking at. Perfectly presented within glass is the image of the back view of a semi-naked girl, kneeling submissively before two seated men. Particularly visible are her sperm-splattered thighs and bottom, the focal point being the exposed furrow of her arse, an island of freshly-smacked pink flesh surrounded by a sea of tight nylon mesh. The girl is looking back over her shoulder with flushed face and large, wondering eyes. She licks her bright red lips nervously... Glenn snaps his fingers and automatically I give him my attention. "Now I want you to get his cock out." "Glenn..." David warns. "No it's OK, let me handle it. She owes you one." I hesitate. My master has a particularly smug expression on his face - he is pushing my boundaries once again: what will I do him, how far will I go for him? "Do it or leave this house immediately." He seems to be reading my thoughts - and doesn't seem to be kidding... So, obedient but still unconvinced, I lean close to David's lap and, face blazing with shame, fumble at his groin. I get the zipper down, then reach in and pull what feels like silk underwear to one side. His member unfurls blindly, thick and damp, nestling in a thicket of pale pubic hair. Despite myself, I gaze at its shape, its slowly retracting foreskin, its six inches of length (...you could just pop it in your lovely soft mouth and give it a nice suck, couldn't you...) Glenn's voice broke through my thoughts, "Take hold of it," he commanded. I take the warm shaft in my right hand. I can feel him shudder as my fingers enclose his strength. I can tell that this is unusual, exciting for him. The dusky, yolky, smell of male sex fills my head I can't believe I am kneeling here, bottom dripping with cum, doing this to a stranger. "Now give him something to enjoy." Holding the growing hardness in my fist I give it a little squeeze feeling the hard rod of iron running beneath the velvety exterior. I watch the swelling purple head emerging from its protective covering of skin. Slow and sedate, I gently move my hand back-and-forth in a knowing little rhythm that gradually brings his hips up and makes him push himself harder into my fist. I smile to myself, finding myself enjoying this role-reversal, this sudden ability to wield power over this man, then I relent and start to pump him in earnest. "Good. Now keep doing that and show Dave how nicely you can bring him off," I couldn't believe how much Glenn was enjoying watching his girlfriend giving a hand-job to another man. Vigorously working the swollen shaft faster and faster, I set my mind and properly masturbate this strange, new, penis in front of me. The firm, mechanical movements of my hand recall his recent attentions to my behind, echos of exquisite sensual pleasure passing between the two of us. I will bring to him the burning fire of his orgasm, just as he summoned my flaming buttocks to life; I will watch him come in my hand, just as he saw me writhe and groan in his lap. I will re-dress the balance between us. I see David's eyes boring into mine, hear his breathing noticeably getting deeper, feel his legs starting to move about on the bed. Under my hand, I become aware of muscles tensing against my sweaty palm, feel the expectancy growing in his thighs. I drop my eyes to stare directly at his cock now, flicking my wrist with every tug on the flexing, straining shaft, forcing a groan of pure pleasure from him, raising the life-giving essence from the taut, sweaty balls beneath my hand. Unable to stop myself, I reach for them with my left hand, cupping the soft pouch in my palm, pushing my fingertips up against the underside of his body. Pumping him stroking him wanking him - wickedly, I lean forward over him with my mouth wide open, red lips hovering above his engorged organ (...come on, give it to me... squirt it into my mouth...) - my crude offer is unmistakable. Idly, I wondered if he would find himself thinking about me, later, maybe he would wank himself off, reliving this encounter with my skillful hand, my pouting lips, my staring eyes... - and suddenly he is coming, his stiffness jerking and pulsing in my fingers, tight, thin jets of white sperm arcing out from the head, landing wetly over my wrist and arm. I flinch back at the last moment, not wanting this strangers sperm near my face (...and are you quite sure about that? Would it taste the same, I wonder?...). There is so much of it, oozing out thick and milky between my fingers, dripping down onto his lap. Not powerful jets of spunk like when Glenn comes, but plenty of it nevertheless. Playfully I waggle the pulsing organ about, watching it shed blobs of come over his jacket, his trousers (...ha! - I can leave marks just like you can...). Amazed with myself, I knew I was enjoying the experience - the simultaneous feelings of sexual submissiveness combined with undoubted erotic power over him. Totally unbidden, an image of David kneeling naked in front of me, the marks of my whip on his buttocks, his open mouth pressed tight against the front of my frilly white crotchless panties, thin lips fully stretched around my stiff, thrusting, prick... phew! maybe I was more of a total slut than I really knew... Part 6 - Compulsory Maid Service. And then, unbelievably, Glenn made me go and get them breakfast! I couldn't get changed or clean myself, just slip my maids apron on over my bodystocking, go and make the drinks, then straight back in with the tray. After I had served them croissants and danish pastries, Glenn sat in the right-hand armchair and drank his coffee, David sat in the left and sipped his tea. I had to stand there, with my back to them, waiting until they were finished. Red-faced, bare-arsed, with my lover's sperm running down my legs, I was instructed to remain there so that "David can appreciate the sight of your darling pink bottom, while he relaxes after his exertions." I was absolutely livid! I had to offer the biscuits, see if they wanted a second cup, then go back and stand in front of them again, all the time aware of that man's eyes greedily crawling over my legs and bum ...if it was designed to be completely, totally, humiliating then it proved most effective. I knew then that my boyfriend was determined to make me regret my earlier willfulness. When they had finished, I was allowed to clear up and leave. Furious, I went and sulked in the shower, then later, after they had gone out for the day, I went and sulked in the lounge while I had my own breakfast - or more like lunch, by that time. Glenn had left a note that he would be back at bedtime, after he had dropped David back off at the station, so I was truly left to my own devices. In the mood I was in, it was probably the best thing... Part 7 - Sent to Bed with No Supper. I pull my short white silk nightie on over my head and get into bed, still in a mood. Switching the light off, I lie in the darkness, images of the day running through my mind, of being spanked by a stranger, of being fucked across his lap, of wanking him off, of a bottom full of sperm... If I was a different sort of girl, I thought to myself, I could have slid David's cock into my mouth and given him the blow-job of his life while holding my behind up, high and invitingly, to tempt Glenn into taking me once more from behind. What would it feel like to pleasure two men at the same time? To have two pairs of hands roaming over your body, two mouths to kiss, a choice of cocks to taste and feel..? Hours - or perhaps only minutes - later, I awake. In the darkened room the sheet is being lifted from my body and I feel the familiar weight of my lover sliding into bed behind me. Facing away from him, I don't bother to open my eyes, but allow myself a hidden smile as I feel a warm male hand reach for me under my nightie. He starts to stroke the curves of my bottom, his touch tender on my bare skin. For some reason I seem to have forgiven him for my earlier punishment... He knows by my breathing that I am awake; his other hand touches the back of my hair, resting momentarily on my exposed shoulder. "Come here, you silly bitch," comes a good-humoured whisper in my ear, and an arm comes over my waist. I allow myself to be rolled over onto my back next to him. Looking up into the deep shadows of his face, I feel my boyfriend's arm round me, feel the length of his naked body resting against my side, feel his sex stirring, pressing into my right hip through the thin nightie. "Glenn...", I start to say, but my opening mouth is silenced by his descending kiss. He tastes of mint toothpaste and whisky and passion and I allow his tongue free-rein to sample my essence in return. My customary awe of his presence, his sheer maleness, returns, running helplessly through me in melting waves of feminine desire. Beneath the single thin sheet, skin against skin grows warmer with every passing second. We are on familiar ground now - just my guy and me. On our own. In our bed. Wanting each other. Through the thin silk of my nightie, his fingernail traces a spiral across my left breast. I put my hand up to the masculine roughness of his cheek and return the kiss hungrily. His strong body leans into mine, his knee sliding over my thigh, pressing on the growing hardness between my legs that betrays my awakening excitement. I give myself up to his kiss, enjoying the feel of his hand caressing my titties beneath their silken covering. I want him so much. I know that he knows the strength of my need and it just makes me feel all the more in his power. I touch his hip gently and he understands, carefully lifting himself on top of me, coming to rest between my parted thighs. The mattress adjusts to our combined weight, he resting on his elbows above me, holding me close in the dim light. I feel safe and protected, lying anchored beneath his weight, totally enveloped by the sheer physicality his embrace and ready for his love-making. I faintly glimpse his eyes flashing down on me, watching me in my submission, my dreamy abandonment to him. We are so very well suited, he and I. Jemima's Tale Pt. 06 Touch and feel magnified in the dark, my nightie seems to glide up around my armpits by itself, then suddenly my titties are arching up under his touch, being rubbed by teasing, pulling fingers. I am his girl, eager to give my lover everything I have: by themselves, my legs open as wide as they can, stretching around strong male thighs, my prick rigid beneath his flat hairy stomach. I know the undeniable evidence of my arousal is one of the things that turns my lover on. His mouth nurses at my breasts then, first his tongue swirls over one stiffening nipple, coaxing and sucking, then it turns its attention to its aching twin. After timeless, heart-stopping minutes, his mouth returns to the familiar, desperate, harbour of my lips, his agile tongue tasting the depth of my excited response. Shamelessly I reach down and capture the straining column of his erection in practiced fingers, boldly encouraging his desire and exciting myself with the weight and feel of his arousal. His kisses feel like fire on my tender lips - all-powerful - all-consuming - passionately fanned by the motion of my own hand. I abandon myself to my need, my lust for his body... I want this firm stiff thickness in my hand to be rammed up inside me. Now. Eventually, reluctantly, I release my prize, letting my hand drift back up to his broad, sexy, shoulders while simultaneously sliding the soles of my feet down around the outsides of his muscular calves. Our erect pricks nose a brief greeting to each other before my lover raises himself slightly and I feel his stiffness sliding further down, underneath my balls. The man on top of me alters position again and I can feel the head of his prick, smooth and moist with pre-cum, delving and prodding near the entrance to my body. "I forgot the lube, baby..." he whispers and I smile in the darkness at his thoughtfulness. "It doesn't matter," I whisper back excitedly - tonight I want to feel every inch of my handsome American boyfriend enter me... I raise my knees up around the warm thickness of his body, the insides of my thighs are sweaty where they grip his bare flesh and catch along his sides as I pull them right up to clasp his waist. My bottom rising high up off the bed beneath him, I feel the full length of his erection lying directly between the cheeks of my bum. Momentarily, I feel strong palms slip under me, lifting and cradling my backside with all the tenderness of a lover, fitting me to his body with all the urgency of a man. He is everything around me, enfolding me, the heat of him above me, his smell, his knowing touch... my heart beats wildly against his chest, aching for him to make me complete. He moves further onto me (...oh yes, right THERE!...) and I whisper close against his cheek: "oh yes yes yesss..." The lovely smooth thickness of him bumps directly against my anus; another minuscule movement of his body and he enters, the head of him parting me delicately, encouraging my tight inner muscles to stretch round his magnificent fullness. The complete darkness lets me feel him all so much more intensely. My lover lightly probes the depths of my body, forcing a welcoming gasp of pleasure from me (...ooHH...) I feel a faint scratching sensation inside that makes me push up beneath his solid weight, instinctively angling myself to be even more open for him. I want all of him, all of his cock, up to the very root... With an answering movement that is soft as velvet, yet hard as steel, my boyfriend pushes into me, sinking himself into the upthrust haven of my very being. This is it, my reason for being, my reason for becoming Jemima: the heart-stopping sensation of being taken, being utterly filled, by my lover's hard and eager cock. Our naked, sweaty, bodies merging together in ultimate intimacy, Glenn takes possession of me once more... I can no longer tell who is taking which breath, whose excited prick belongs to whom. I hold him tightly to me, my arms clasping his wide shoulders, my thighs gripping his waist, our straining bodies joined as one, locked together by the solid, stretching, thickness wedged so gorgeously inside me. I cling to him in pure fulfilment, clenching my anus around him - it feels so big and so deep inside me (...it's... it's like he owns my very soul...), and feeling the muscles in my prick twitching helplessly in answer. My neck arches back and I groan and try to wriggle, held firm beneath the unshiftable weight of his gently-rocking frame. And then Glenn makes love to me; the man I call my boyfriend, the man who is my lover, my teacher and my master, takes hold of me, moving my body beneath his own, leading and urging me on until at last we both move together in the pure, steady, primitive rhythm of sex. With every flex of his backside into me my heels bounce helplessly against his flanks, with every outstroke his flesh pulls on my inner muscles, sending my mind and stomach reeling with delicious sensations. "Uhh.. uhh... uuhhH...", I cannot stop my gasps, his cock is angled just right to rub directly against the fluttering, pulsing, spot inside me, . "UHH" (...oh Glenn...) I feel it - with indescribable potency - burning through me like wildfire, everywhere in my body, (uuuHHHH... how on EARTH can anyone say there are no ...UhhHHH! nerve endings up there?!..). My prick is going down, giving up the ghost, outclassed by the overwhelming sensations drilling up through my pelvis up through my arse. I feel the slow burn of my man's lust suddenly ignite, sheathing himself repeatedly in my overwhelmed, unresisting, rectum. Fucking my girly arse with smooth, powerful stokes (...fuck me, fuck me, fill me with your creamy spunk...). His right arm moves back, slipping under my right thigh, hooking my knee with his elbow. The other arm similarly captures my left knee. My lover adjusts himself over me, withdrawing from me momentarily, leaving my open rosebud gaping and my senses floundering from the absence of him. Quickly I feel him return; his thick cock pushing into me demandingly, his strong forearms spreading my raised thighs right across my chest, wedging my knees open and sideways with his elbows. In this new position, legs bent back and wide open beneath him, I can feel all of his groin pressing excitingly into the uptilted rosebud of my anus. Literally aching for this beautiful cock to return to me, I put my arms back round his neck and shower him with deep, ferocious kisses. His full length slides easily into me, entering me again with an embarrassing moist slurp of sex. Breathless from the intensity of the emotion welling up inside me, I know his body inside me, watch his face poised above me. Even in the dark, our eyes meet: "Glenn," I whisper. Feeling. Enjoying. Then he is driving forcefully into me, hitting that special place so deep inside that I cry out, writhing in his arms a raging fire building between my bumcheeks between my legs and running through my cock. Oh he is holding me down and I can't stop him, can't stop it happening. Helplessly clinging to his thrusting body, my legs and arms trembling, my tummy rolling against his warm firm stomach, I feel his shaft filling me, hitting me there again and again and... "OooohHHHHH," almost beyond pleasure, I wail out loud, and my poor soft prick is coming, a small helpless dribble of wetness between our bodies. Wracked in jerking physical release my tongue flailing in my wide gaping mouth, my heart pounds against the broadness of his chest. I feel my muscles locking down tight on the hard triggering cylinder of flesh within me and I claw at his shoulders for dear life, my heels digging into his rear urging him on, fucking me, fucking me... And the mint and whisky taste comes again as his mouth covers mine and all at once I feel him bucking - again, and again - between my enclosing knees, his lithe and darting tongue in my mouth, his hard and pounding cock sheathed in my burning hole. My lover groans out loud and for the second time today I feel him ejaculate into me, his semen spurting into my body, a slight but soothing balm for my hot aching insides. I hold him close with arms and legs and let him empty himself inside me. I am his to enjoy and explore, my fingers, mouth and backside belong only to him, to provide him with pleasure in a way that no-one else can. I take his passion and he in turn unleashes my need, inflaming my desire with the red-hot heat of his lust, making me crave its ultimate release into the depths of my welcoming body. Part 8 - The Joy of Being a Rounded Individual. Later, we both doze off, wrapped together in satiated slumber, my bottom lovely and full with its last sticky helping of sperm. I allow my thoughts to drift, marvelling at all the exciting things I have experienced over yet another incredible, erotic, weekend with my wonderful Glenn. New thoughts and sensations to be recorded in my diary on my return home: four more to be added to the total of times we have fully made love, two more climaxes to go on my ever-lengthening oral sex list, and two more to be added to the number of spankings I have received - even if technically the last one hadn't actually been administered by my boyfriend... Through Glenn, I seem to be growing and developing - being with him makes me want to raise my game, makes me have to meet and exceed his expectations. Even though sometimes his lessons are hard, I always find his guiding hand helping me to discover more and more about myself and the intensity of my needs, while his love ensures that I am kept safe while I learn. In return, I strive to bring my teacher the pleasure he so rightly deserves, to worship his body with my own and to return to him the love that he so freely bestows on me. One thing is certain; I know that being the sissy girlfriend of such a sexy and masterful man has made me the happiest, the most truly fulfilled, that I have ever been, and I didn't even want to contemplate the idea that it could ever come to an end...