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difference I was a mom's boy and looked it. five ft. four, with a build better suited to the girl mother wanted rather than what she got. I wore a suit and tie everyday because mother said I should look my best at all times. I wore my hair long because mother said I should look modern. She was way out of date but what could I say? I wore glasses because mother said the bigger boys wouldn't pick on a little kid with glasses. She was wrong! She used to drive me to school every morning and pick me up at night. If she didn't the big boys would beat me up and throw me and mud. I bet they wouldn't do that if Daddy was here. I remember Daddy, he was big and strong and he loved me. He gave me a little stuffed dog. He said in had a cute little nose just like me, then he kissed my nose and left . I never saw him again. He was killed in the war. I still had that little dog or what was left of it. Mother had to patch the nose so many times there was almost nothing left of the face but that didn't stop me from loving it and kissing a good night every night for years. I got good grades in school, not that I was smart .I spent more time studying than other kids did. But I didn't make any friends. Nobody liked me. I didn't blame them, I didn't like me either ,but what could I do? I seldum went out without mother for fear the big boys would beat me up and throw me in the mud. After school I helped mother around the house. I learned to cook and clean and even sow a little. At night I would read or watch TV or study. In my senior year mother looked into colleges. She picked one in the West but she was concerned about the drinking and stuff she thought went on in the dormitory. So she made arrangements( mother was a very good at making arrangements) for me to share an apartment with another boy off campus. She filled out the college applications and I signed them but I didn't pay much attention to them. I really didn't care much about college or anything else or that matter. When I was accepted she packed my things and shipped them out early so I wouldn't have any bags to carry. She decided that I would go out two weeks early to learn about the town and the school. On the apointed day,when I boarded the airplane I was one scared little boy. My first flight, my first time away from home, I was going to a town I didn't know, to live with a boy at I had never met, to go to a school I had only read about. No wonder I was scared but I got there and found the apartment without too much difficulty. I still wasn't sure of myself and I was still scared. When I opened the door of the apartment I saw it was basically one large room with two dressers, two desks, two beds, and other assorted furniture. There was a large closet on one side and a small kitchen and bath on the other. In the center sitting in the only easy chair was the most beautiful human being I had ever seen! He was gorgeous! Light brown hair handsome face broad shoulders wide chest , strong armes and narrow waste. I didn't dare look below his waste but I knew he was beautiful there two I held out my hand and said "I'm Jackie Anderson". . He stood up and said sternly "step forward" I was so surprised at this greeting that I did just what he said. He put his finger on top of my head and told me to turn around slowly. Somewhat confused I did as I was told. He mumbled to himself "it will work. It's going to work out all right. To me he said "Unpack yrur things and put them away." I wasn't pleased with this reception but there was not much I can do about it. So I asked which dresser was mine. WOW!!! With a speed I still find hard to believe he grabbed my arm, twisted it up behind my back and slamming me into the wall shouted "This is my apartment and everything in it belongs to me! Do you you understand?" Under the circumstances the only answer I could think of was "yes sir". I never called Frank by his name ..From that moment on he was "Sir" as far as I was concerned. Crash! I smashed into the dresser. "This is my dresser" he shouted. "Yes sir" I wimpered. "Louder!" he shouted and slapped me in the head. "Yes Sir" I screamed. Crash! I smashed into the other dresser. "This is my other dresser!"he yelled. "Yes Sir" I replyed, louder this time. In this way I was introduced to his desk, his other desk, his bed, his other bed, his floor, his window, his ceiling, and all the other things in the apartment. When we had made a complete inventory on the place and I had a thorough understanding of the ownership of each and every item he finally stopped and said"Tell me what you have and I will tell you where to put it." My armes were so sore by that time that I had trouble opening the boxes but I managed, and the game began. "Socks Sir " "Lower riight hand drawer" "Yes Sir " Smack, he hit me in the face. "You didn't thank me for allowing you to use the space." He said "Yes sir ,sorry Sir,thank you Sir." "T-shirts Sir" "Lower left hand drawer" "Yes Sir thank you Sir" "Leather belt Sir" "On my desk" "Yes Sir thank you Sir" "Picture Sir" "Over my other bed" "Yes Sir thank you Sir" And so it went on and on. It was like the game we used to play as children, where you have to do everything Simon says. A few times I would drop a " sir" or" thank you "just to see if he was listening. This always resulted in a slap, a punch, or some other painful reminder that he was in charge. Actually it was kind of fun and I didn't care which drawer my socks went in any way. When I had emptyed all the boxes and taken out the trash I thought it was time for a break. So I said "break time" and started to light up a cigarette. WOW WOW and dubble WOW ! ! ! He grabbed me with one hand and threw me down on his desk. With his other hand he pulled down my pants and shorts! He grabbed the belt off the desk and smacked my ass shouting "you don't smoke!" He hit me again and again shouting "you don't smoke" By the fifth time he hit me I had decided that it would be best if I gave up smoking. By the tenth time I realized that I definitely did not smoke. But it went on and on , I bucked, I wiggled ,I squrmed, I yelled, I cried, I pleeded, I beged, but still it went on.and on. Finally when he had reduced me to a sniveling mess with a very sore ass he stopped and told me to pull up my pants. I wasn't sure I could even stand up let alone pull up my pants, but I did it somehow. He made me collect all of my cigarettes and marched me into the bathroom. He made me neal down in front of the hopper and flush every single cigarette down the toilet. This all seemed unnecessary to me because after all ,I didn't smoke. Than he marched me back to the desk and made me empty my pockets. He confiscated my lighter, all my change, and my wallet with my cash and credit cards in it. He said I wouldn't need any money. If I wanted anything I was to ask him and he would take care of it. This didn't please me, but then again mother always handled the cash at home, so I guessed it wouldn't make much difference. Back to the game. Now it was "sweep the floor" "clean the Windows" and so forth. When the apartment was as clean as it ever had been he stopped, grabbed me by the neck and marched me out to the car. I got in with a minimum of crying and wimpering due to my sore ass and off we went to a restaurant where he ordered for bouth of us. He had a salid followed by a thick stake and a baked potato washed down with a beer. I had meatloaf mashed potatoes and green beans washed down with milk. None of which I would eat at home but I cleaned my plate anyway. I didn't think Sir would appreciate leftovers. For desert he had pie with ice cream and coffee I had jello with wiped cream and water. It was only fair, after all Sir was bigger than me and deserved better food. After the meal Sir added a generes tip and paid for it with my credit card. Then it was back to the car. We rode around awhile and finally stopped and a large sporting goods store. I followed him in with my usual slouching shoulders and hanging head.. We went up one Isle and down the next until suddenly he stopped and said "pick one". When I looked up I realized we were standing in front of a display of ping pong paddles! Myself, I don't much care for the game, and I didn't think Sir was going to enter a tournament, but I picked one anyway and handed it to him. He paid for it with my credit card and we headed back to the apartment.. Once in the apartment Sir said "strip!". This scared me. With my sore ass I was in no mood to be spenked but I striped down anyway.Sir handed me a towel and told me to go take a shower. He told me to call him when I wanted him to wash my back. The shower felt so good ,I stayed in it as long as I could. It was the first time I had been alone and I had some thinking to do. Considering all that had happened I decided that life really wasn't that bad and I would just have to learn to live with Sir. When I started out of the bathroom to tell Sir that I wasn't mad at him he shuved me back in shouting "I told you to call me! Now get back in there and stay there till you do as I say!" There really wasn't much I could do so I called out meekly "Sir, Would you please come in and help me wash my back? Please Sir, I realy need your help." Sir came in and started massaging my neck and shoulders. He really knew what he was doing and as he worked my sore muscles the pain just seemed to melt away. It really felt good but he didn't stop there. He reached around and started washing my chest. He pinched my niples so they stood up straight and hard, than he ran his palms over them to excite them even more. This sent strange feelings throughout my body. I felt my cock begin to get hard . I couldn't stop it. I knew he'd see it, but there was no place to hide in the shower. He continued working down my body over my abdomen and lower back finally he was massageing the cheeks of my ass. He used some lotion that made them not quite so sore as they had been. I jumped when I felt his finger run allong the crack of my ass. Then was totaly shocked when I fellt his finger inside me! I didn't dare say anything . I just stood there and let hin do what he wanted to me. What else could I do? Suddenly he dropped to his knees and started washing my feet lifting each one carefully. He worked his way back, up to my knees and thyes.Giveing a fast swipe at my now rigid cock the stood up and said "now it's your turn" I turned around but Sir didn't! We stood facing each other! I started to tell Sir to turn around but decided it was not my place to tell Sir to do anything. If he wanted to turn around he didn't need me to tell him how to do it. I started washing his shoulders and. chest giving special attention to his niples just as he had done with me. When I tried to reach his back I wound up hiding him with my face buried in the hair on his chest. I found rather enjoyed this position and the strong manley smell. I stayed in this position as my hands worked down his back in until I was rubbing his ass. I ran my finger along his crack but didn't have the nerve to do anything more. I dropped to my knees and started working on his feet just as he had done with me. I worked slowly up past his knees to his thyes. Then I looked up and there it was! that magnificent cock! IT WASEN'T MY FALT !!! I COULD'T HELP IT !!! I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was fascinating. I had never seen a man's cock before (we didn't have showers at my school) it was so big and beautiful. I wanted so much to touch it so badley I coullden't stop myself. As my hand closed around it two little drops of pre cum osed from its slit. My tung just popped out of my head and licked those little drops away. I was terrified by what I had dune! Maybe Sir would like me! Maybe he wouldn't be my roommate! Maybe he'd be mad ta me! Maybe he would beat me up and throw me in the mud! I looked pleadingly up at Sir and he just smiled down at me and stroked my hair. I kissed the head of that beautiful cock and took it in my mouth. It was so big ! I ran my tung around the head explored the slit. I sucked it in farther. I worked my way up and down it taking more and more of that glorious cock into my mouth. It was wonderful ! My cock was so stiff and hard I thought it would explode. I kept an it, sucking and linking his cock and balls, I was really enjoying it. Then I felt his cock twich and jerk. He shot load after load of that delicious salty cum into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed it as fast as I could but still it ran out my mouth and down my chin. I kept on sucking and linking his cock in until I felt it begin to soften, I didn't want to stop.. He lifted me up by my shoulders and kissed me. Nobody had ever kissed me like that before! Mother would give me a peck on the cheek, but nothing like this! To do His tung! It was in my mouth and mine in his! My emotions flew in all directions! His arms were crushing me against his big hairey chest. his legs were gripping my throbing cock. I couldn't breathe! I didn't care! I shot my load between his legs! I wanted it to go on forever, but of course it didn't. He led me out into the other room and patted me dry. I think I driyed him two, I'm not sure. My head was still spinning. He wrapped me in a big towel and setting in the easy chair took me on his lap. He kept kissing me and fondeling me, his hands were everywhere! I was so confused and excited I hugged him and kissed him back. I don't know why, I just did. Then he led me over to his desk and squeezed some KY jelly into my hand. I knew what he wanted. I reached down and greesed his now hard cock. Turning me around he bent me over the desk and started greesing my ass. Then I felt him inside me! First one finger then two wigeling and opening my hole. I squrmed and moaned but it felt good. Then I felt his hard prick pressing up against my ass!!! IT HERT!!! I screamed and he yelled. I thought I was being split apart! Finally he stopped and gradually the pain faded away to be replaced by pure pleasure. It felt oh so good. He started moving in and out of me slowly rubbing my cock against the blotter on the desk. I couldn't believe how good it felt. He started moving faster and faster I was bucking up against him and he was slamming it into my ass. I felt him shoot his load deep inside of me as I shot mine all over the desk. (I was spanked for that later) He lay on top of me for a few minutes while his prick gradually softend. Pulling out of me he led me back to the shower where we cleaned up before he gently put me to bed. I lay their quietly while he locked the door and put out the lights. Then he got into the same bed as me! ( We never did use his "other bed") He took me in his arms and we made love. Before we had sex but now we made LOVE! It was heven. He kissed my nose like Daddy. He kissed my eyes. He nibbled my ears. He nuseled my neck. He kissed me all over. I kissed him back, I couldn't get enough of him. I sucked his cock, he flocked my ass, but it was different now ! This was Love! It was so strange and gentle and wonderful. Finally he lay back. I lay with my head on his shoulder and his strong arm around me. It was so peaceful and quiet. I felt so warm and comfortable, so safe and contended. I knew Sir would care for me and protect me and make everything come out okay. I drifted off to sleep thinking what I wonderful world this was. The next morning I woke early and carefully got out of bed so not to wake Sir. I slipped quietly into the kitchen to start breakfast. When the coffee was ready I poured a cup, carefully added cream and sugar the way Sir liked it and placed it on the table by his bed so he could have it when he first woke up. As I looked down, he was so handsome sleeping there. I gently pulled the covers down to see his beautiful shoulders and broad hairey chest. When I continued there it was, that beautiful cock laying quietly in its bed of hair I nelt down by the bed and gently stroked it. I could feel it move and slowly become hard. I bent and kissed it. With that he woke and turned so I was between his legs. I took it in my mouth and sucked it gently. Oh how I loved sucking his cock. Each time it was different but oh so nice, so enjoyable ,so wonderful. I fixed breakfast. Bacon eggs and tost for Sir served at the table. Cereal and milk for me eaten standing up in the kitchen as I did the dishes. I also had two large glasses of water. I was thirsty for some reason. After breakfast Sir told me to dress all in black and took me to the mall. We wandered around and stopped at a pet shop. I was surprised because I didn't think Sir head that much interest in our four legged friends. I followed him into the shop with my usual slumping posture and again we went up one Isle and down the next when he stopped and I looked up. We were standing in front of the display of dog collars and leashs! When he told me to pick a collar I selected the wide black one with diamond shaped studs all-around it. Sir put the collar on me right there are and ordered a little tag that said "property of Frank Thompson" it even hand his phone number on it incase I got lost. While the clerk was making the tag, I thought to myself "I belonged to Sir" I had never belonged to anybody before. As I thought about it it felt nice. " I belonged to Sir." Nobody else in the world could say that. It made me feel special. I wanted to make him proud of me. I was going to be his cute little dog and we were going to have fun together. When we left the store I had my head up ,shoulders back ,prancing happily behind Sir on my leash. We went all-around the mall stopping now and then as I learned to sit, lay, rollover, bark and other doggy tricks. It was fun. People stopped and laughed and we put on quite a show. When it was lunchtime Sir led me to a restaurant where I sat under the table while he fed me tidbits and scraps. The problem was I had to go to the men's room. I told Sir but he just bopped me gently on the head with a handle of the leash and told me to be a good dog. I tried to hold it. I didn't want to bother Sir with my problems but it got worse. I couldn't hold it! I wet myself all down the front. I was embarrassed. I tried to crawl farther under the table, but Sir's legs were in the way. All I could do was sit there and cry quietly. I remembered the last time . I was playing under a table just like this when I wet my pants. Daddy was so mad he spanked me. Sir was mad too. He yanked me out from under the table by my leash and rubbed my nose in it. Then he dragged me through the mall and back to the car. I was so unhappy. I was soaking wet, filthy dirty, so embarrassed, and crying.Being Sir's little dog wasent fun annymore. Worst of all I had embarrassed my master! When we got back to the apartment Sir told me to strip and clean myself up. After that I learned the alternative uses of ping-pong paddles. He spanked me hard and I was glad he did. I had been bad and needed be spanked. But Sir never stayed mad long. We had new rules in the apartment. I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom without Sir's permission. If I wanted to use the toilet I would neal down by the door, bark and raise one finger or two. If I wanted to use the sink I would raise three. I wasn't allowed to use the shower alone. Why would I want to? If I wanted to go into the closet I would neal their and bark. I wasn't allowed on the furniture. If I wanted to sit in a chair I would neal by the chair and bark. When Sir said "Out" I would run into the door neal down and hold my leash in my mouth. Sir took me lots of places to show me off . He took me to the museum and the art gallery He took me to the zoo to see the other animals. He took me to the park to play on the swings. He took me on a picnic, way up in the mountains where I could wear just my collar all day. There was a lake there and when I saw it I jumped in and started to swim. When I looked back there was Sir standing on the bank glaring at me. I realized that with all his strength and size Sir couldn't swim! When I swam back to the shore he made me neil on the bank and open my mouth. He pissed all over me. In my face, in my mouth, in my eyes, in my hair. Suddenly I wanted it, I needed it, that warm piss in my mouth and on my face. That night in the shower I nelt down and asked him to do it again, to punish me, to piss on me. After that he did it almost every night. I was having fun but I wanted to call my mother. Sir said I couldn't call her until Sunday. Sunday finally came and I called mother but I didn't know what to say to her. She couldn't understand why I called Frank "Sir", I told her I liked him, by couldn't tell her how much. I told her he took me to the mall, but I couldn't tell her what we did there. I told her he took me to the zoo, but I couldn't tell her why. I told her he took me on a picnic, by couldn't tell her what happened there. She didn't seem comfortable either. She kept starting to ask a question and then changing the subject. Finally she asked to speak to Frank alone. Sir made me go in the bathroom and close the door while they talked. Monday morning Sir told me to put on a swet shirt and pants with slip on shoes, no underwear or stocks. We got in the car and Sir drove to a small shopping center. He pulled up behind a row of stores and we entered the back of Ms. Anne's beauty parlor. Ms.Ann was a middle-aged lady with beautiful hair and gorgeous clothes. She told me to get undressed and turnaround slowly. This upset me. I had never undressed in front of a woman before, or at least not that I remembered. But Sir had told me to obey her commands so again I did as I was told. She ordered me into the shower where she shaved all the hair are off my body. I had figured out that Sir wandered me dressed as a girl, but all this shaving seemed a little much just to go to a costume party. Next she produced a pair of very lifelike silicon breasts which she glued in place. The weight on my chest seemed a little odd but I had to admit they really did look nice. She handed me a pair of silk panties and matching bra. which I put on without objection. She washed and set my hair in curlers while she painted my finger in toe nails a bright pink. As she combed out my hair I heard a couple of snips from her scissors and realized I now had bangs. This botherd me but I figured I could cut them off or even get a crew cut before school started. I was getting worried about what I would looked like and how the boys would accept me at school. When she started to shape my eyebrows I said "Please Ms. Ann, I start school next week." She replied "don't worry you look just fine". When she announced that she was going to pierce my ears I started to cry "Please, Please Ms. Ann don't do that" I pleaded "The boys will see me, they'll laugh at me ,they'll beat me up and throw me in mud!" She stepped back with a shocked look on her face and said "You don't know? They haven't told you?" She turned to Sir and said "You have to told her? She doesn't know?". Turning back to me she said "Honey your signed up at the college as a girl!" That was more than I could take. I jumped out of the chair and started to run to the front door. I was getting out of there! Then I stopped. I didn't want to go there. I turned and ran toward the back door ,the car was there. Then I stopped. I didn't want to go there. I turned again and through my tears all I could see was Sir standing there alone. Then I knew where I wanted to go. I ran over and jumped in his lap. I put my arms around him and sobbed, great heaving sobbs He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. He stroked my hair and told me it would be all right. He would take care of it. As my sobbes deggenerated into little wimpers I realized that it didn't make any difference. IT DIDEN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE! ! ! I didn't care if I was a boy, or a girl, or a dog, or a cat! So long as I could sit in Sir's lap and he would hug me and kiss me and tell me it would be all right. So long as I could take showers with him and go to bed with him. So long as I could cook and clean for him. So long as I could do his was and care for him. So long as I could belong to him. What difference did it make? When I got over my crying jagge I went over to Ms. Ann nelt down and begged her to teach me how to be a girl. My week of training to be a girl started right then. WHAT A WEEK IT WAS! ! ! Every morning Sir would take me to see Ms. Ann. She taught me to do my nails, fix my hair put on make up and dress like a girl. But she taught me so much more. She taught me how to walk and talk how to stand and sit how to dance and turn, what to eat and how to eat it, what to drink and how to drink it. She also taught me how to turn boys on, and more importantly how to turn them off. She taught me little tricks to drive Sir up the wall and other little tricks to bring him back down again. And in the afternoon we went SHOPPING! Sir picked out panties and bras. He selected dresses and shoes,.slips and skirts,blouses and sweaters. He chose coats and jackets, hand bags and bracelet's, stockings,jewelry and thousands of other things a girl needs to start college. Every day was Christmas! I was overwhelmed. I asked about all the money on my credit card, but Sir said mother knew about it, and he would take care of it. He said it would be all right, so I didn't worry anymore. Suddenly it was Sunday and I called my mother. The first thing she said was "How's my daughter"! We talked for over at an hour, or I did I couldn't stop talking. I told her everything, well not everything, there are some things a girl doesn't even tell her mother. But I told her all the important things. I told her about the blue cocktail dress, the yellow sweater with sequens on it, the pink pearls Sir found for me I told her about Ms. Ann and my hair and how nice was to wear make up and earrings. I told her about the silver colored shoes with high heels and no toes. I told her how I learned to dance in them and how my skirt swung out when I turned. I talked on and on telling her about all the wonderful things Sir had bought me. She said she wanted to see me and would fly out on Friday. While Sir talked with her about hotel rooms and flight times I danced around the apartment. I was so happy, mother was coming, and I could show her all the beautiful things Sir had bought for me. The next day was registration day. Registration day was organized confusion, with thousands of students registering for hundreds of classes. It was orientation here ,lecture their, sign in here, buy books there, get assignments someplace else. We were all over campus. We met lots of other students and I found that most of them were as confused and frightened as I was, but I had Sir to tell me where to go and what to do so I didn't have any problems. I was amazed. They liked me! The girls liked me! they talked to me! The boys liked me! Instead of beating me up and throwing me in the mud, they carried my books, they opened doors, they were nice to me! My collar attracted a lot of attention as I was afraid it would, but they liked it! They all wanted to see it and know where I got it. It became an instant fad! By the end of the week you could see dozens of them all over campus. I doubt that many of the girls really understood what the collar stood for, but that didn't matter. I was accepted, I was liked, and for the first time in my life I liked me too! Sir had his own classes to register for, and his own places to go. There was no way we could have lunch together. Sir gave me me some money and told me where to go and what to order. I was to have a cheese burger, small fries and a Coke. For dessert I could have a large cookie. I was so excited, I had never ordered for myself in a restaurant before. The cookies looked so good I ordered two of them. I felt very brave eating that extra cookie and I felt very spanked that night when I couldn't account for the missing money. But Sir didn't spank me very hard and by the end of the semester I was afraid I would gain weight from all those extra cookies. It was fun, sometimes when I got out of class early I would run home to the apartment, dress up in my boy clothes and meet Sir at the door saying "how you like My apartment?" This got me thrown up against the wall which hurt, but Sir enjoyed conquering a me and I enjoyed surrendering. After dinner was always "study time". Sir was serious about "study time". No TV, no unnecessary noise or talking. We hit the books and we hit them hard sometimes until late at night. We didn't have sex every night, but we didn't miss many nights either. Suddenly it was Friday, time to pick up mother. When we met her at the airport I broke and ran all the way across the terminal, with my leash flopping behind me. I ran straight into her arms. She couldn't get over how nice I looked , she was thrilled to meet her new daughter and I was thrilled to see her. Sir,on the other hand, was mad. Nice little dogs didn't break and runaway from the master. When we got back to the apartment Sir looked at me and said "STRIP ! " Right there in front of mother! But what good I do? I stripped and got soundly spanked. He made me stand in the corner with my bright red ass showing while he showed mother the apartment. Finally he let me get dressed. By this time mother understood thoroughly who belonged to who and why I called Frank "Sir". She kissed me and handed me a large envelope. When I looked inside there was a birth certificate made out for "Jacqueline Anderson! "Female, with my birth weight etc. it said I was born a girl! How she arranged this I don't know, I never asked and neither did anyone else. |
