LITHIA by Blair a.k.a Suburban Cutie Pie

I can't remember when it all started. Was it... a year? Two? Ten? I
couldn't keep track of time anymore. Everything was a blur, after all.
But I did know that I enjoyed the entire even that transpired. It gave my
life purpose. I stopped living a lie and started living my dreams. I was
incredibly happy.
I jump ahead of myself, though. There's much to tell.
It started sometime around my twenty-first birthday. It as a happy year
for me. I had just finished my third and final year of college, where I
was in a Web Development program. I just got into the job market, where I
landed a job for a major company who gave me benefits and a nice salary.
I honestly had no complaints.
Well, other than the fact that I was a single man, living alone in an
apartment.
Hey, I was lonely, what do you expect? I hadn't dated since Junior High,
and even that wasn't really dating. I held hands with a girl during my
lunch - I kissed her only once, and she seemed reluctant to even do that.
I was still a virgin, though I had fooled around with a girl once or
twice. Yet I yearned for a serious commitment. I wanted to be someone's
lover, someone who they could come home to after a hard, long day and
just tell me that coming home to me made life an easier thing to live.
As a single, lonely man who was heavily into the internet subculture, I
had taken to browsing through chatrooms. I was dissappointed, for the
most part. Most people were mindless, unintelligent morons who spelled
words like 'cool' as 'kewl', or used abbreviations twenty-four/seven. The
degrading process of chatting to these people made me feel even more
insecure about my dating situation. It seemed like I'd never find the
perfect woman!
What is the perfect woman, you ask? To me, the perfect woman is strong.
Powerful. Intelligent. I don't think that I could ever base my opinion on
a woman without using intelligence as a strong influence on my final
decision. The woman would have to know when to take control, and be wise
in her ways.
This, unfortunately, made finding a woman on the internet very tough.
People just didn't display their intelligence as thoroughly as they
liked, and unfortunately a majority of the internet's women were left low
in my eyes.
However, this did bring me to something that I think I was looking for
all along, but didn't realize it until it hit me square in the face.
Her name was Lithia. She was a gorgeous woman who knew how to put up a
conversation. She was tall, and very leggy, with a dark, gypsy-like
complexion and a face that could make Angels sing. Not to mention that
she could put up a conversation better than anyone I've ever met. How
many people do you talk to on the internet that type paragraphed posts,
using proper grammar all the while, on intelligence subjects? I'll wager
that you can't say many. I guess this is why I fell for her so easily.
Easily and hard.
She messaged me one night, a by-chance encounter when she mistook me for
a friend of hers. This, of course, I played to my advantage. I spoke to
her and introduced myself, surprised by the structure of her sentences
and the way she had an air about herself that I could sense even
electronically.
These conversations lasted over a year.
At long last, we arranged a meeting for some coffee. I jumped at the idea
of it, and made sure that nothing short of global devastation would keep
me from sipping a cup of joe across from her at a coffee pub.
I decided that, when the day came, I would dress conservatively. After
all, it was a casual meeting, right? Thoughts raced through my
inexperienced mind. What if I was too dressy, and she thought I was a
priss with my nose in the air? Or what if I dressed too casually? She
might think of me a slob. I settled on something simple - a nice,
unbuttoned black dress shirt overtop a white tee with blue jeans on my
legs.
Walking to the pub was the longest walk I had ever taken. Each step
seemed to be an eternity. My knees got weaker the closer I got to the
pub. But at long last, I stood before the doorways. With a hand on the
brass, gilded handle and pushed it open. My eyes scanned the area, and
nearly popped out of my sockets when they settled on the dark-haired,
lovely woman I knew as Lithia.
I moved over to her and knocked on the table. She looked up from her
magazine and her lips broke into a smile.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked as suavely as I possibly could.
She giggled the most beautiful laugh I had heard in a long time. My head
was pounding with blood. My neck was sweating. I was worried that my
nerves would take me by storm and I would end up making a complete fool
of myself.
We began chatting about nothing, as we always did. And strangely, these
idle conversations were always the best. We got into topics that normally
we never would get the chance to. When it came to Lithia, idle
conversation was the best way to get to know her.
Of course, when there are two people who are obviously attracted to one
another sitting across from one another, the topic of sex would come up.
Just like in 'When Harry Met Sally', it just started going on. We talked
about our past histories, fetishes, all discretely of course. It was
interesting - these were details that I knew she'd never tell me if we
had still been chatting. It was refreshing. And the consversation just
kept going on.
We decided to do dinner together as well. I was praising my luck in my
head, over and over thanking whoever was up there for bestowing such a
marvelous creature to me. I took her to a little Italian place I knew of.
The dinner was magnificent - she smiled at me with her dark brown eyes
that glittered with that intelligence and stamina that I look for in a
woman, the conversation never ending.
She smiled at the end of the meal when I dropped her off outside her
apartment. She looked at me for a moment, biting her lip, before inviting
me up for coffee.
COFFEE! I was downright shocked, truth be told. I mean, me, on the first
date, being invited upstairs for coffee. I had seen what happens on
television - an invitation for coffee was like saying blatantly that they
have a desire to get you naked. At least, thats what I assumed.
I agreed, of course. Do I even need to tell you that? And upon agreeing,
we went up to her apartment. The building was fairly luxurious - I
assumed she was fairly rich. Funny, I couldn't recall her profession...
At her door, we smiled and she took out her keys. #701, one of the two
Penthouses that took up the entire last floor, with roof priviledges at
that. I found myself amazed when she opened the door for me. I was
looking in what had to be the most posh home I've ever seen. Greek
Pillars rode up to the ceiling in the living room, with a piano and
bookshelves surrounding a fireplace. I strode in slowly.
"Lovely place, you have." I said with a grin.
She smiled and leaned close, kissing my lips softly. "Mmm, thank you. I'm
glad you like it." She looked at me with the most seductive eyes, her
velvety, husky voice ringing in my ears like an Angelic song. she looked
as if she were about to kiss me again, leaning forward, when she slowly
backed away. "How do you take your coffee?" she asked me.
I laughed nervously and shrugged. "One Sugar, Two Cream." She smiled and
told me she took hers the same. I smiled in return.
We chatted quietly about world events before sitting down before the
fire, looking over the fireplace. It was nice, sitting close to her warm,
sleek body. Her fingers stroked my hair softly and I had my arm around
her, fingertips running along her sides delicately as we talked and
sipped our coffee with our free hands.
The hour was coming to one in the morning - we had spent the entire day
together, without a single dull moment. It was lovely, completely and
thoroughly. But I had to get to work the next day; I told her I should
head home and go to bed as I slowly rose from the couch. I was about to
thank her for the coffee and the day, with luck of scoring another date
with her, when she spoke.
"Why don't you take me to bed with you?" Her words slid out like velvet,
and I found myself blushing. I was flustered, utterly and completely.
She didn't give me the chance to dispute this - she just took me by my
shirt's collar and led me to her bedroom. I found myself sinking into the
satin sheets of her four post canopy bed. She crawled atop of me, laying
against me and kissing me passionately. My hands roamed up and down her
lovely back and bottom, feeling her warmth, her female furnace burning
with arousal. My loins ached for attention, and I knew I was harder than
steel. She purred and bit my lip, tugging on it with her teeth as her
hands slid off my dress shirt and the white tee beneath, removing her
teeth only to pull my t-shirt off my back.
I may not be the best looking guy in the world, and I just realized that
I hadn't told you about how I looked. Well, I hadn't changed my hairstyle
in at least fourteen years - I had been combing it in a part just to the
left of the middle, with my bangs pushed up in waves. I was lean, not
overly muscular but not precisely skinny, either. I'm roughly 5'11", and
about 175lbs. I had a fair face, nothing spectacular yet I've been told
I'm handsome. I have fairly full lips, a lot of people call them
kissable, and people say my best feature is my eyes, mainly due to my
lengthly eyelashes.
She leaned down and suckled on my chest, her nails biting slowly along my
chest, moving down to my pants. She slowly unbuttoned my jeans, peeling
them off my form with my boxers along with. I was left there naked before
her. She straddled my lap and stretched back, removing her blouse. I was
treated to her black, lace bra filled with her lovely breasts. I could
see her silver-dollar nipples press out against the fabric. Teasing me,
she dragged her lovely dirty pillows along my chest, moving them down to
my groin where my blood-laden cock. Reaching around, she unclipped the
bra, letting it fall around my cock. It framed the meaty flesh, my seven
inches standing at attention completely. She rubbed her bra's silken
texture up and down my shaft, and I purred, until finally she released it
of it's lacy bonds. Letting her breasts envelope my steely shaft, she
slowly began pumping up and down my hard cock, which seemed to have a
life of it's own. I withered in pleasure, enjoying this completely.
Then, everything went black.
Now here's where the story gets interesting, dear readers. You see, when
I awoke, some things had... changed.
The darkness of the room startled me. The only source of light were two
candles, and my vision was hazy. All I knew was that I hurt all over, and
something was holding me up. My wrists ached... looking up, I saw the
glitter of some sort of metal manacles holding my wrists up. I assumed
they were handcuffs, by the biting feeling and the blurred look I got of
them.
Slowly, everything began to piece together as the fog that seemed to rest
heavy over my mind faded away. She had taken me captive. She had tied me
up and left me here in the dark room! I didn't know what was going to
happen - I had met a woman I never even met! How foolish was I! No one
had her number or knew I was going to meet her. she literally had me at
her mercy. I felt my heart sink, butterflies of worry filling my stomach.
That's when she walked in.
I could see well enough to tell it was her. And I saw something
immensely... strange. She was wearing something over her groin. I looked
closer, squinting my aching eyes, until at long last what I was seeing
hit me like a revelation. It was a strap-on. I had seen them in lesbian
porns. And then it dawned on me that they could be used on men, too.
I tried to whimper, and it was only then that I realized I had a gag in
my mouth. My tongue moved around it, and I realized it was shaped like a
penis, pressing into my throat. My gag reflex acted by instinct, yet I
soon realized that if I didn't relax my throat I would choke and
suffocate. I cleared my mind, trying to ignore the dull aching in my jaw.
She walked circles around me, speaking all the while. "Oh, you pretty
little girl... aren't you nice and cozy?" he smirked and reached around,
pinching my rear. "Glad you came to meet me? Oh, I am... immensley glad I
came to meet you. You see... you have everything I've ever wanted.
Everything... except..." she reached over and flicked my limp cock. It
stayed limp - there was no way I was going to get aroused with the fear I
felt. I didn't even feel a stirring, just the sharp slap of her
fingernail against my shaft. "...this. Or lack thereof." She leaned
forward, close enough that I felt her hot, spicy-smelling breath run
along my face. "I'm not about to let you go, though... And I want to
teach you the first step in pleasing me. You'll learn to love me and
learn to love what I do to you. Though you seemed so... curious, I
assumed maybe you were already a bisexual man, or at least with a fair
amount of curiousity under your belt."
She reached up and a lock clicked. I fell to my knees in a slump, my
handcuffs freed from the rope that she had looped through the chain to
keep me up. She quickly removed my gag. I watched in awe as a twelve-inch
penis-gag slipped out of my mouth. My eyes looked up at her in amazement.
"Dear... god..." I whispered, horrified yet suddenly feeling aroused. I
knew she wanted me to please her. I knew how she wished me to please her.
She wanted me to be her boytoy, her sissy little slut. I had heard of
them... supposedly, every English private school had one. A boy, all
dressed in a woman's makeup, pretty and perfumed with a rear ready for
whoever wished. I shook in fear, and yet my mind was racing. Excitement
built - excitement for the unknown.
She gripped my head and pulled me closer to her so that the head of that
massive strapon pressed against my lips. "Suck." she spoke, a one-word
command. And strangely enough, I did.
I can't describe how odd of an experience that was. I looked up and,
between the valley of the two most volumptuous breasts in the world, I
saw the look of a strikingly beautiful woman who was forcing a ten-inch,
thick and wide strapon down my throat and loving every minute of it. I
heard the sounds of the other end of the dildo running deep into the
liquescence of her pussy. She moaned hard with every bucking thrust, each
one becoming harder and faster. My throat ached after being bumped hard
by the rubber cock.
I thought it would go on for hours, but at long last, a crashing orgasm
came. She thrusted hard into my throat, pressing against my head with her
hands, pulling me closer to her. She grinded against the opposite end of
the dildo, each time leaving me in shudders, until a cry came out that
sounded like Aphrodite herself letting out a lover's cry. She came hard,
and didn't stop grinding against my mouth until the after-glow of her
intense orgasm faded.
she slid off her strapon and turned it around. I watched an equally large
opposite end slide out of her, and a gush of her nectar spilled out onto
the floor, dripping off the massive rubber phalus. With a grin, she
traced my lips with it, before putting it into my mouth.
I was treated to the most delicious taste. It was like an explosion in my
mouth as soon as her honey dripped onto my tongue. She tasted like
velvet, and it gave my mind such a spin that I couldn't help but moan. My
cock was rock hard once more, dripping my own precum, and I knew that
from the mere taste of that juice that told me I had pleased her I was
ready to cum.
Insanity.
She giggled down at me. "There are rewards for good behaviour. Such as
the experience you have now. Who knows, maybe when you're good to me I'll
even let you slide your tongue along these puffy, shaven folds of
flesh..." she ran her fingers down and parted them, showing me the touch
of pink from her glistening insides. "Maybe, if you're really good...
I'll let you fuck me."
I was incredibly aroused. Everything she said - every naughty little word
- made my head spin. She knew how to make me aroused, that much was
certain.
"But... if your bad.... well, let me show you..." And just as quick as
the moment of bliss was there, it was gone. She hoisted me up by the
chain between the handcuffs around my wrist. Sharp pains pulled against
my flesh - I had a feeling I was bleeding, the handcuffs having sliced
through my skin. I was pushed onto what seemed like a Horse, if I
remembered gymnastics correctly. I didn't know what she was going to do,
my mind still spinning and her taste still on my tongue.
It wasn't until I felt it press against my tight little rosebud that
realization hit me.
She was going to fuck me.
I tried to scream, but her hand reached around and stuffed that penis gag
down my throat once more. I felt her fasten it around my head. Using my
saliva as her lubrication, she slid her rubber cock deeply into my
asshole.
Let me tell you about that first time. I had never played with my anus.
Not once. I was tight as anyone could ever possibly be. Hell, I never
even had a thermometer there. I knew this would hurt - perhaps the worst
hurt I could possibly ever feel. And I also knew that in a few moments, I
would discover how understated I put that.
My ass constricted as she slid it all in with one, quick, powerful
thrusts. I screamed against the gag over and over, feeling as if I had
been split open by a lumberjack's axe. She gripped my shoulders and
leaned down, pinching nerves all through my neck. My eyes were filled
with tears of complete pain.
"Oh, you like that, my little sissy slut? Is slutty little Blair moaning
over the hard cock in her ass? Of course she is. Sissy sluts love cocks
in their asses." She taunted and jeered me as my inflamed rear squeezed
tight over that fuckrod deep within me.
I felt as if my reality had just torn open. I felt as if I had been
spitted over a fire for the nightly meal. I felt like the man who turns
just in time to see the gun's trigger pulled, only to quickly feel the
sharp, terrible pain in their gut of a bullet burrowing through their
organs.
I felt torn up inside.
Then she began to thrust.
My screams would have woken the entire city had the gag not been in
place, and even then the muffled cries were loud enough to cause
vibrations throughout the room. Tears fell down my cheeks like an
ever-flowing flood. Her rubber, 10" cock slid in and out of me over and
over again. She moaned and loved it as it bumped hard against her clit
and her tender places. I cried harder the more she moaned in pleasure.
And yet, somehow, throughout my entire ordeal my cock had been completely
hard. Maybe she scared me stiff.
The thrustings went on. She alternated speeds, filling my tight bound
rose over and over again, sometimes extremely fast and powerful, and
sometimes slow. All painful, yet the excitable factor still remained
there. How could I turn down the pleasure I was getting, and how could I
accept the fact that I was really enjoying the entire ordeal, even
through the veil of pain thrown over it?
I felt blood trickle down my thigh. She had enjoyed herself to the point
where the tight little ring had cut, had split somewhat. The pain sent
jolts through me.
It was over soon enough. She had an orgasm where the vibrations and
squeezings of her inner muscles ran through me just as hard as through
her. She dragged her nails across my back, breaking the skin. I cried in
pain and pleasure, a mixture, and felt my own cock let itself release all
the fluid from the incredible work out she gave me. I must have cleared
five feet, my cock sending it's white soldiers to march along the floor.
She slowly pulled herself out of me, and I whimpered a cry. She frowned
and leaned down, kissing my asscheek. I suddenly realized that I was
hairless - the hair on my legs, arms, chest, even my pubic hair and hair
on my rear were gone.
"See why you have to behave?" she said, her fingers rolling through the
hair on my head - at least I still had that! - and gently stroked my
cheek. "Blair, I'm going to need you to be a good little girl. Maybe in
time..." she ran a finger gently along my ring. It burned fiercely. I
winced. "...this won't be a problem. We can start slow... but I'll jump
ahead of myself every time you misbehave. And ten inches will only be
part of the problem that will... thrust itself... at you." she giggled
devilishly. I could only whimper.
She held me in her arms, pressing my head against her bosom. I cried
there, my tears falling upon her heated flesh. She sighed and stroked my
hair softly. "So just be a good girl..." she cooed gently in my ear.
I fell asleep soon after, and no dreams came. Only fitful rest.
The next few months went on much the same way. Slowly I became more
feminized. I got my own pair of falsies and even my own outfits.
Eventually, I signed all my belongings off to Lithia. We took care of
each other. Over the years, our relationship strengthened. I began living
as a woman - I made love to her as a woman would. We were happy. I'm sure
we still are. Lithia and I live as a lesbian couple. I'll never forget
the night when all this changed. I'll never forget any of it at all.
Thank you, Lithia, for making me into the woman you've always wanted.


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