The following story is being posted for the author by Mr Double (mrdouble@mrdouble.com).







My Fantasy (cons, tg, pd, mild bd, Mff)
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     This story contains consensual sex between an adult male and a minor female(s), if you are
not of legal age to read this or find this type of story objectionable read no further.
     This is also as the title states a fantasy.  If you like it please write me.  If you don't like
please don't write me.
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My Fantasy
Chapter 1

     Let me start by introducing myself.  My name is Joe, at least it was before I met Mark. 
When I met Mark, I was a slightly overweight 28-year old male.  We met at college I was just
entering after being in the Army, and Mark was working in his doctorate.  Mark was in his early
thirties about six feet tall, slim and muscular.  Over the course of a semester we became good
friends.  Then one day he asked me for my help in one of his projects.  He explained that the
project was simple enough for me, because the only thing I had to do was sleep.  He explained
that his doctorate thesis involved a machine that allowed a doctor to see the dreams of his
patients.

     The experiment started with me taking a sleeping pill, otherwise I could not have slept in
the middle of the day.  As the pill started to take effect, I could feel Mark attach some electrodes
to my head.  Soon I was off to dream land.  When I woke up everything was strange, I was in a
different room, and my body felt strange.  The room I started out in was bright, and had large
windows, the room I was in now was more like a dungeon, and I was strapped to an examining
table, which I was not before.  When I looked at the straps, I noticed something that sent a shock
through out my whole body.  I had a different body, I had breasts, and I had a pussy.  As I started
to struggle with the straps, Mark walked in.

     "Hi Joe or do you prefer Josephine," he said

     "What the hell happened to me?" I asked.

     "I'll explain, but first I have to warn you that young ladies do not talk like that, next time
you will have to be punished.  See I lied to you about my thesis, my actual experiment was about
transferring a person's mind into an android body to be used in cases where the mind is sound but
due to disease or accident the body is injured."

     "But why me and why the body of a girl?

     "You were the perfect subject; You have no family to come looking for you.  And I have a
little secret.  I am a pedophile, which is why you are in the body of a girl.  You are now have the
body of a 11-year old girl.  You are five feet tall, weigh about 80 pounds, and wear a size ten.  I
have a full wardrobe for you.  You will be attending private classes that will train you to act like a
young lady.  I will monitor your progress, and when I get an unsatisfactory report you will be
punished accordingly."

     "Wow, thanks."
     "Thanks?  You mean you are not mad at me?"

     "Mad at you, you have just made my deepest fantasy come true."

     With that said he came over and remove the straps, when my arms were undone I reached
up and gave Mark a hug and a great big kiss.

     "There are some clothes over on the table, go get dressed."

     I walked over to the table there was a pair of pink nylon panties, a pink training bra, a
white dress with flowers on it, a pair of white socks, and a pair of pink shoes.  While I was sliding
on the panties, Mark asked me "So you really like the idea of being a young girl?"  "Oh yes, Mark. 
I love it."  "You will not call me by my first name anymore, young lady.  You will refer to me as
daddy!"  He practically yelled at me.  In a meek voice I replied, "Yes Daddy, I am sorry."  I could
see the look of shock on his face because I was already starting to adapt to my new body.    

     As I admired the fit of the panties, how they molded themselves to my body, how they
hugged my hips, and the silky feeling to the fabric on my skin, Mark explained about Samantha. 
He explained that Sam was an earlier model android, and that her body would not grow older like
mine, and she was stuck as a nine year old girl, and how Sam had a problem adapting to her new
body, that she had basically a discipline problem.  Now was his turn to surprise me.  He said,
"Because you seem so enthusiastic about being a girl, I am making you an assistant teacher of
Sam.  You will be in charge of her when not in class, reporting to me if she is disobedient or un-
lady like, and at night you will tutor her on that days lesson, and on occasion you will assist in her
punishment.  But for you to keep this position, your behavior must be better than perfect, I will
give you one week of leniency, after that if you make one mistake you will be punished severely."

     Then I noticed that it was starting to get a bit cold in the room, because I was still only
wearing my underwear.  Picked up the training bra, I read the tag.  It said that it was a Juniorform
bra, and one size fits all.  "Daddy, do I have to wear this, I really don't need it yet."  "Yes you
must wear it," was all he said.  So I tried to put it on, but because I had never put on a bra on
before I could not figure how I was supposed to get the back snapped together.  After a couple of
futile attempts Mark came over and said "Here, like this."  He put it on me backwards, snapped it
closed, then shifted it around so the closure was in the back.  Then he had me put my arms
through the straps and adjusted them for a snug fit.  As he adjusted the cups, his fingers brushed
across my puffy nipples sending tingles through out my body.  I slid the dress over my head and
let it fall over my body.  I enjoyed the feel of the cool, smooth cotton on my skin.  I then put on
the shoes and socks.  The shoes were a little tight at first, but I soon got accustomed to them.

     "Now for a little tour of the house, you are not allowed to in any of the rooms alone,
except the rooms that I will show you."

     First we went into the Bedroom.  It was empty at the time, obviously there was room for
three people to live comfortably.  There were three identical sets of beds of a four-poster bed, a
chest of drawers with a mirror, and a wardrobe.  "Beautiful aren't they, and everything is hand
made from mahogany.  You will be awakened at six, you will be bathed and dressed by seven." 
From there we went to a small dining area.  "You will eat breakfast and  lunch here."  Then he
showed me the Library/Classroom.  I was amazed at the amount of books.  The only place that I
had seen more books was at my college library which is the best research library in the state.  In
one corner there was a couple of desks and a blackboard set up for class.  "You will attend class
from seven-thirty to noon, and from one until three.  Every hour you will have a ten minute break
when you can use the bathroom or a drink of water.  From noon to twelve thirty you will eat
lunch."  After lunch you will sunbathe for 20 minutes either outside or on a tanning bed during
inclement weather.  Continuing we went to the gymnasium.  It was full of gymnastic equipment,
and a window that overlooked an olympic sized pool.  "From three until four-thirty you will have
physical education, on even days you will have a gymnastics instructor work with you, and on odd
days you will work with a swimming instructor.  After that you will free time, and prepare for
dinner that is at six sharp.  Dinner is a formal occasion daily, so you will be clean and dressed on
time.  After dinner you will have free time, except if you need punishment.  Lights out at nine,  at
that time you must be dressed for bed and in your bed.  Only on special occasions will this
schedule change."

     Then he led me to the basement into what looked like a dungeon, there were various
devices for holding a person in what appeared to be very uncomfortable positions.  The walls
were lined with a myriad of paddles and whips of all different sizes.  "This is the punishment
room, here Sam and you will be corrected for any improprieties that occur during the day. 
Because you are to assist in the reeducation of Sam, you will also assist in her punishment.  You
will watch her nightly punishment, and participate when directed."

     Leading me upstairs and out onto a large patio, he started to tell me a little about Sam. 
He told me that she had an average build for a nine year old girl, even though she was really a 34-
year old male.  Her table manners were horrendous, she can't dress herself and fights with anyone
who tries to dress her, and the way she walks, talks, sits, and acts are not the way a nine year old
girl should.  No matter what we do nothing helps.  

     As we walked on to the patio, I noticed a pretty little girl, naked as the day she was born,
lying on a lounge chair with her legs spread, fiddling with her cunny.  

     "Samantha!  Stop that immediately, stand up and come over here and meet your new older
sister Joe.  Joe this is Sam. And Sam, that will be ten lashes tonight to be administered by Joe for
your indiscretion.  When not occupied during your daily activities you will answer to Joe.  Do you
understand?"

     "What ever."

     "That is twenty more, ten for an un-lady like answer, and ten more for not calling me
Daddy.  Now try again."

     "Yes daddy," she said with a little curtsy.

     "Joe see how she responded that is how you are to do it as well."

     As the little escapade between daddy and Sam occurred, I took the time to look Sam over. 
She was a couple inches shorter than I, with long red hair that was slightly curly and hung down
between her shoulder blades, bright green eyes, a cute button nose.  She had no chest to speak of,
but she had the cutest pink nipples ever.  She also had no hair on her pussy, so I could see her
little cleft.  

     "So I see that you have seen the front of Sam, not it is time to see what the results of her
punishment look likes."  He then grabbed Sam's arm at twisted her around so I could see her
bottom.  It was crisscrossed with several welts.  "Ember what this looks like, because if you make
too many mistakes your ass will look like this too."

     Walking up came a beautiful blonde woman,  daddy introduced her as Mistress Jenna and
said, "you will address her as mistress of Mistress Jenna.  Today is a special day for the rest of the
day until dinner, Mistress Jenna will instruct you on the basics of being a girl with Sam as a
model.  Jenna take control of the girls."

     "Girls follow me" she said as she went in to the house.  "Since the model is nude we shall
start by showing you some of you new clothes, what they are for and how to put them on. 
Because you wore underwear before you already know how to put on panties, but be aware that
there are many different styles such as: bikini, thong, brief, and g-string and fabrics including:
cotton, nylon, silk, polyester, and many others. "  When we reached the bed room Mistress Jenna
told me to take off my dress, and had Sam put on a pair of panties.  She chose a baby blue pair of
cotton briefs.  

     "The lesson will begin with pantyhose and stockings.  Sam go pick out a pair of
pantyhose, and a pair of stockings. " Mistress Jenna went over to my dresser and got a pair of
pantyhose and stocking for me to use.  "The difference between pantyhose and stockings are that
pantyhose cover the area that the panties cover and do not require any garters to hold them up. 
Sam, put on your pantyhose, and DO IT RIGHT or else."  I sat there as Sam slowly bunched up
the hose into a small pile and inserted her feet in the pile and gently pulled them up until they were
on.  "See how she was careful with her fingernails so she did not put any runs in her pantyhose. 
Now you try."  I tried to emulate Sam's motions, but in spite of my carefulness I put a run in
them.  Mistress Jenna got a disgusted look on her face and said, "You better be more careful. 
The stockings in your wardrobe have build it garters so you will not have to worry about them."

     "Now we continue to bras, you will start wearing a training bra, there are front closures,
back closures, and some strapless in your wardrobe.  Because you are already wearing a bra I will
not have to teach you how to put it on.  Now on to dresses."  We went into a large walk in closet. 
"Your dresses are on the left hand side, and Sam's are on the right side.  The dresses near the door
are to be worn during class, the dresses in the middle are for dinner, and the dresses away from
the door are for special occasions, and are not to be touched unless told to.  Do you understand?"

     "Yes Mistress." I replied.

     "Good.  Sam take a dress and put it on.  Watch her and see how she only unzips it enough
to put it on so she can still reach the zipper, and zip the dress up without help."  She explained as
Sam put on her dress.

     She then led us back into the bed room.  "Sit down in front of the mirror."  When I sat at
the desk, it was the first time I saw my new self.  I had strikingly blonde hair it was short only
shoulder length, but straight.  I also had baby blue eyes, the kind that would break any man's
heart.  Mistress picked up a hair brush and started to brush my hair.  "Watch what I'm doing, you
will be doing this from now on.  Stand up.  Sam, at the mirror, and apply your makeup."  I
watched as Sam put on a little lipstick and some blush to her cheeks.  "Now you sit and put on
your make up."  I sat down again and applied a pretty pink lipstick and a small amount of blush. 
"Good, you will get better with time." Mistress said.

     Then she led us into the bathroom.  "Now for the final lesson for today.  Sam use the
toilet."    

     "But Mistress, I don't need to."  

     "I said do it NOW!"

     "Yes Mistress"

     I watch as Sam lifted up the skirt of her dress and carefully pulled down her pantyhose and
panties.  Sitting on the toilet, she spread her legs and started to strain with the effort to pee.  After
a couple of minutes she let out a small spurt of pee.  Then she took a small piece of toilet paper
and wiped her cunny.  Done she pulled up her panties, and pantyhose, then flushed the toilet.  

     "Today's lessons are over and it is time for dinner."

     She led us into a elegant dining room.  There was a huge table in the middle of the room. 
Daddy was sitting at the table already waiting  for our arrival.  He pointed to the chair on his right
and motioned for me to sit there.  While sitting I remembered watching girls from my past smooth
the back of their skirts when they sat down, so I mimicked their actions.  Once seated, I clasped
my hands together on my lap, while I waited for dinner to be served.  Sam on the other hand, did
not smooth her dress, sat with her legs spread apart, and with his elbows on the table.  

     Soon the first course arrived, it was small garden salad.  I took my napkin and placed it on
my lap, then selected what I hoped to be the proper fork and ate the salad using small dainty bites. 
Sam did not bother with the napkin, did not bother to use the proper fork, and shoveled the salad
into her mouth.  The rest of the dinner went the same way.  Me trying to be the best young lady I
could while Sam was the worst she could.  

     After dinner Sam and I went to our room to prepare for punishment.  That involved taking
off all of our clothes, and putting them in the dirty laundry baskets.  The only thing we were
allowed to wear a pair of slippers during punishment.  Then taking out our night clothes.  I picked
out a pair of white cotton briefs, and a matching white nylon night shirt with lace on the front and
neck.  

     When we were done we reported to the dungeon for punishment.  Because I was the
oldest I was first to be punished.  I was to get five strokes for ruining my pantyhose with a run. 
Daddy picked up a paddle about the size of a ping-pong paddle.  He brought it up to my bottom,
and rubbed it a little while, saying it was for me to get accustomed to its feel.  Then he raised his
arm and brought it down hard on my bottom.  It felt like a thousand needles had hit my bottom. 
"That one does not count, because you did not count it for me."  Daddy said.

     He then smacked me with the paddle again.  "One daddy."  

     "Good, that was better.  Because of this and you excellent attempt at dinner the rest will
go to Sam."

     He then tied Sam to what looked like a saw horse with padding on it.  She was tied so that
she was laying the length of it with her arms and legs attached to the legs of the saw horse.  She
was in a position that I could see her poop hole.  He picked up a cat-o'-nine-tails and started to
whip Sam.  As he continued, I could see Sam's bottom turning red.  Then half-way through daddy
stopped and handed me the whip and told me to finish.  I was amazed at Sam, she acted like
nothing was happening to her.  Taking the whip I started to work on her bottom, after five good
whacks, I decided to change tactics.  I let the whip land across her tender poop hole.  At that she
let out a scream that could have been herd for miles away.  By the time I was finished she was in
tears.  After I finished daddy came up with the paddle and said "this is for your appalling behavior
" and applied ten more whacks right in the center of her bottom.  Then he put some cream on
Sam's bottom.  He explained that it was to sooth her bottom, and prevent any infection.  

     "You now get a hour break to recover before you learn what our special nights are. 
Report to my room at exactly eight thirty."  We went back to our bedroom, where I looked at my
bottom in a full length mirror.  It was slightly pink from the two smacks I got.  Sam jumped on
her bed and sobbed into her pillow, she was mumbling something about teaching us all.  I went
over to her bed and forced her to sit up.  "What did you say?"

     "I said I'm going to teach you and those other two monsters, someday I'm going to break
out of here and tell everyone about you."

     "Look at you, you are a nine year old girl.  Who would believe you if you told them the
truth.  No one.  They would either bring you right back here, or put you in a loony bin where they
would use psychiatrist and drugs to help you, and when that did not work they might use elector-
shock therapy or do a lobotomy."  After I said that I let her go.

     I left our room and went to daddy's room.  I knocked lightly on his door and he said come
in.  "You are early.  What do you want?"  

     "I wanted to talk to you about Sam, and ask you a few questions.  First when we returned
to our room Sam said she was going to try to break out.  And when we were being punished, I
noticed that spanking her had almost no effect on her.  I read a book a while ago where a princess
had the same problem.  It was solved by adding sexual stimulation during her punishment.  That
way her body equated the stimulation to pain, sort of like Pavlov's dog.  Then when she was
punished, she was aroused, but not allowed to reach climax.  Which proved more brutal than the
punishment she received."

     "That sounds like a good idea, I'll think about it.  What book did that come out of?"

     "It was The Sleeping Beauty Saga by Ann Rice."

     "What did you want to ask me?"

     "I wanted to ask if I could grow my hair longer to about as long as Sam's."

     "Ok if that is what you want to do."

     Just then there was a soft knock on the door.  "Come in Samantha."  Sam came in and
quietly closed the door, walked over to the bed and sat down next to daddy.  He bent over and
kissed Sam on the mouth.  While he was kissing her he began to play with her tiny nipples. 
Finished with the kiss, he said. "So planning on escaping and threatening us again are we."  Then
he gave her nipple a vicious twist.  Sam winced with the pain, and said "that bitch told you didn't
she."  

     "She told me you planned to escape, but I already knew about it.  She just proved where
her loyalty lies.  Now, undress me."

     I watched as Sam carefully undressed daddy.  She neatly folded his clothes and placed
them in a pile.  This was the first time I seen daddy's peter.  It was huge,  still mostly soft it was at
least eight inches long and two inches around.  He guided Sam's mouth to his peter.  She slowly
worked up and down on daddy's peter.  It slowly grew until it was completely hard at twelve
inches long, and two and a half inches around.  After a couple of minutes Sam had daddy's entire
peter in her mouth, as she bobbed up and down.  Watching her expert mouth on daddy's peter, I
started to get a tingling feeling between my legs.  I moved up behind Sam and started to lick her
cunny.  I had never tasted a girl before, and she tasted like sweet candy.  I licked to the top of her
cunny, and found the little bump that was her clit.  I started to lick and suck her tiny clit.  Every
now and then I would lick across her cunny lips down to her poop hole.  It tasted different from
her cunny, but it was great.  She started to respond to my licking, I could taste her juices running
from her cunny.  

     Daddy lied down on his back and Sam sat on top of him.  He rubbed his peter on her
cunny a couple of times before sinking the head in.  He worked his peter in and out of her tight
cunny.  It stretched her cunny lips obscenely around its great girth.  I bent down behind Sam and
licked her poop hole.  I tried to insert my tongue into her poop hole, but it was too tight.  So I
snuck my finger into her cunny to scoop up a little lube.  Then I inserted it into her tight poop
chute.  It was incredible, it felt like I had placed my finger in a vice, and I could feel daddy's peter
through the thin membrane that separated her poop chute from her cunny hole.  Soon she was
thrusting  back on my finger and daddy's peter.  When I felt her poop hole start to loosen I added
a second finger.  While I continued to finger Sam's bottom, I maneuvered myself around so I
could suck on her breasts.  I started by licking around her tiny nipple.  I then placed a kiss on her
nipple.  I sucked her rubbery nipple into my mouth, and rubbed my teeth across it.  I tightened my
grip on her nipple and pulled on it.  Sam was really beginning to respond to my actions.  I think
daddy was beginning to enjoy it as well.  

     Just then daddy flipped over slamming Sam into the bed.  He roughly pulled her up by her
hips, so she was on her hands and knees.  Placing his peter against her poop hole, daddy plunged
his peter half way in Sam's poor poop chute.  Sam cried out from the painful intrusion.  After a
couple of strokes daddy's peter was buried to the hilt in Sam's abused poop chute.  I wiggled my
way under Sam so I faced her cunny.  With a better access to Sam's cunny.  I started by licking
her clit.  I licked around her cunny, and stuck my tongue into her cunny hole.  The taste was a
little different than the first time.  I could taste a little blood in her cunny.  Daddy was sure rough
when he put his peter in there.  But I continued to lick the walls of her cunny.  Taking her clit into
my mouth, I began to scrape my teeth across her sensitive button.  All of a sudden daddy start to
yell "I'm going to cum!  I'm going to cum!"  

     As he pulled his peter out of Sam's  distended poop hole, I watched it as it slowly shrunk
its normal size.  I quickly ran my tongue up to her puckered poop hole.  I licked at the mixture of
cum and poop oozing out of Sam's hole.  

     "You seem to like that."  Daddy said as he had Sam sit up, while she straddled my face. 
"You will eat everything that comes out of Sam's asshole, while Sam drains my cum out of her
ass.  If you miss a drop, I'll fuck your virgin asshole right now without any lube."

     I spread Sam's bottom cheeks, and put my mouth on her poop hole.  I sucked on her poop
hole and felt it open as a glop of cum and poop dropped into my mouth.  The taste was strange, I
experimented tasting my own cum before, but the mixture of cum and poop was something new. 
I can't say I liked it at first, but I also can't say I hated it either.  After A couple more glop's, I
stuck my tongue up Sam's poop chute, too clean her insides.  Even though she was a little looser
because of daddy's peter, her poop chute was still tight, and hurt my tongue, but I cleaned her out. 

     When I let my lip lock on Sam's poop hole, daddy sent Sam back to our room.  "I am
impressed with your performance tonight.  Your incentive was pleasing, and I believe that it was
with your aid that Sam was more responsive than she has ever has been in the past."

     "Requested to speak freely, daddy."
     
     "Granted."

     "It would help if you were a little more gentle when you make love.  It seems to me that
the only thing that concerns you is your pleasure, and not the pleasure of your companion.  Not
only would Sam be more responsive, but it might just be what she needs to improve her ways."

     "I will think about it.  Not return to your room, bathe and go to sleep.  And be ready for
tomorrow, it will be your turn."

     "Yes daddy."

     When I returned to the bed room, Sam was finished with her bath.  She had just finished
putting on a light green pair of cotton panties, when she came running up and kissed me.  

     "What was that for?"

     "It was for helping me back there.  No one has ever been that gentle with me since I came
here.  And I wanted to thank you."

     "I will make you a deal.  I will try to make sex with daddy better, if you help me by trying
to be a better little girl.  I know you can do it, I saw you get dressed perfectly before.  What do
you say?"

     "I will try the best I can."

     "That is all I can ask for."

     I took my bath, brushed my teeth, brushed out my hair, and put on my panties and nightie. 
While I slept I dreamt about how it would feel to have daddy's peter in all of my holes.































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