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| Transvestite Daphne
has a reunion with The Prof, the world's greatest dildo-maker. Kinky escapades ensue. Screamingly funny and wildly erotic in its own transgendered way. (Mdom/cd, bond, rel, tg, spank, drugs) Written by Daphne Bishop The story is my gift to the readers, and is Public Domain. PART ONE---Daphne Dresses for a Reunion DEAR DIARY--I've just returned from my special visit with the Professor, and I want to put it all down while the experience is fresh in my mind. It's not quite a year since my first visit to him and our blind date. Of course I had known him through correspondence before then, so he knew I would be cross-dressed when we met that night at the sex club. I dressed as a blonde in a black miniskirt. When he gave my "breast" an affectionate squeeze just moments after we met, I knew I really liked him. Tall and sharp dressed (loved that Star Trek pin!), the Professor was the kinkiest man I had ever met, and he showed me a great time at the sex show. I got a lot of flattering comments about my outfit and many admiring glances at my silk-stockinged legs. I began to think of him as the "Professor" (Honorary Doctor of Dildo-ology) not long after that. He had made a perfect dildo from a design idea of mine--the "HumanB". He even added it to his world-renowned inventory of specialty designs. We decided to collaborate on a wild dildo design--the"Alien Master". There were many technical challenges which the Prof had to work mightily to overcome, and the project took many months to complete. He invited me back to experience the fruits of his labor, and thus my second visit to him. The Prof had unexpectedly come into a substantial inheritance and wisely invested the money and bought a home south of the Bay. He had extensive remodeling done and bragged on how the basement was now "The Chamber" and that one bath was now the "E" room. It was to be my fate to meet the Alien Master in the soundproof confines of the Chamber.... I took a taxi from the airport and found the house key where the Prof had hidden it. I unpacked and hung my dresses and laid out my makeup, heels and hose. A thrill shot through me as I inspected the Prof's unique selection of framed art tastefully displayed in his beautifully decorated home. There were numerous pencil and ink drawings of very young men in shockingly sexual transvestite poses. All of them were drawn with foot-long penises (or longer!), semi-erect, lying across their nyloned thighs and corseted bellies. Pre-cum oozed plentifully. I found one drawing of a blonde TV in a black mini and realized with a jolt that it was I! I was deeply touched by this token of the Prof's affection and became determined to give myself to him completely during my visit. I shuddered as I found the padded door of the Chamber, but its treasures remained hidden as the door was tightly locked. I found the "E" room and decided to begin my preparations for the evening. Cramping fluid flowed continously as I proceeded to irrigate the farthest reaches of my insides! When it was over, all I could do was collapse into the guest bed and fall instantly asleep. I awoke in late afternoon much refreshed and happy that I would present "the world's cleanest tube" for the Prof's enjoyment. I began to think about what I should wear to please him. He had revealed much about his personal tastes, so I decided that a "schoolgirl/whore" combination would amuse the Great Man. I began with white g-string panties once worn by a stripper (another story for another time), then added my garter belt and matching mauve fishnet nylons. I slipped on my 4" stiletto pumps and tottered across the room to my foundations. After adjusting the strapless bra, I slipped in Frederick's new "natural" breast enhancers (taking me to 38D!). My white bare midriff silk halter top was next and I was ready for my makeup. I kept it schoolgirl-simple but perhaps indulged a bit with shiny "titty-pink" lipstick. I knew he liked me blonde so I went with my long blonde look, but piled up and pony-tailed. I was ready--my shortest miniskirt in brown with matching leather belt. No way to "hide my candy"! I did my nails to match the lipstick as I waited for His arrival. I looked at myself in his full length mirror and thought "With a little imagination, I look just like a 16 year old blonde prostitute!". I became anxious, though, fearful that He might not approve...I crossed and uncrossed my legs nervously, and then suddenly I heard the front door open. As He entered the luxurious living room, I stood up and bravely smiled at him, giving him an eyeful of the leg show I was offering. The Prof's reaction was perfect...he swiftly crossed the room, took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I was overwhelmingly grateful that my appearance turned him on and loved him for it. We relaxed in the den on a supersize leather sofa and made small talk over chilled chardonnay. I produced some excellent grass which he expertly rolled in seconds. The combination of the wine and grass soon produced a wonderful aphrodisiac effect and I asked him what he planned to do with me...were His intentions honorable? He laughed and said "Anything but." The Prof then told me of his pride in the finished Alien Master and that he considered it the greatest dildo of all time and that no one had ever felt it and I would be the first person in the world to have it and he intended to rape me with it and produce at least six orgasms in me before the night was over! As if that weren't enough to turn me on in extremis, he went on to say that since I had an "indescribably sexy" look, He himself intended to fuck me repeatedly in the most creative positions in His Chamber! I was stunned and for a moment my mouth was too dry to speak. I knew that He knew all about my special preferences...for bondage, cock toys, spanking, nipple clamps, gags, gasmasks, rubber and leather of all kinds, and for anal rape, huge dildos and cocksucking! I was frightened...who wouldn't be?...but I loved and trusted the Prof and so I gave my consent to him. As we finished the wine and grass, he held me and reminded me that part of any "scene" is the acting of the top and bottom and to keep that in mind if things got ugly a little later not to worry too much. I was too far gone to care at that point! He said He was ready and for me to stand behind the sofa and lie over it, face down to the seat cushions. I did and he quickly handcuffed my hands behind my back, putting me in a helpless position. I began to whimper and he stuffed my mouth with a rag. I felt him lift my short skirt and pull down my g-string. I knew I was about to be spanked! He said "Don't go away" and left the room to change clothes. What a delicious feeling...on 4" heels bending helplessly over...ass perfectly exposed...gagged...high on grass...waiting for Him to hurt me! I nearly came with the anticipation of it all! Out of the corner of my eye I saw him enter the room...short cutoff jeans, tank top, Doc Martens, and slave arm bands. Oh yeah! He surprised me by standing me up and moving me around to the other side where he sat down and pulled me down over his lap. He wrapped one leg around mine, held my head down with one hand, and began spanking me with the other. He was expert and within seconds my ass was flaming red and stinging, then hurting...I began to wriggle and he spanked harder and faster! My penis was fully erect and rubbing against his inner thigh...I gasped as he grasped my scrotum and yanked my cock and balls backward to the top of his other thigh. He paused..."Had enough, Daphne?" I nodded vigorously. He laughed and spanked even harder! I screamed and drooled into the rag until great wads of drool dripped onto his Doc Martens. Suddenly he stopped and said "Enough for now--there will be bamboo and lash later tonight". He pushed me over and I fell onto the carpet. Through tearfilled eyes I looked up at Him and saw the tip of his erect penis at the edge of his cutoffs. Like an electric shock, I realized that spanking me was erotic to Him; it was as close to experiencing the feelings of a woman as I had ever come...my sexual pain and humiliation was pleasurable to him! My stoned brain realized that many more frontiers would be crossed that night.... END OF PART ONE |
