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I didn't recognize the number, but I certainly recognized the voice and understood the message, 5:30, Jackson, Bride.
My Master isn't given to long conversations with me, or any explanations. My role is to make it happen.
I met Master Fred in a sissy chat room and he swept me off my high-heels.
By way of background my sissy name is Jamie Jo. I'm 44-years old, 5' 9" in my stocking feet and weigh 135 pounds. I've been transvesting since I was young and in the past four years I've spent some serious time and serious money becoming the best girl I can be.
My wife of twenty years will have nothing to do with Jamie and has had a bloody fit with every one of my body modifications. She is in total denial and if it were not for a fortunate pre-nuptial and my real estate holdings she would probably leave me. Our life together is not unpleasant and most of Barbara's friends think I'm an effeminate, heterosexual male. We are invited to all the best parties and travel routinely. We have no children and she wants for nothing money can buy. As for her distain for Jamie, I have a plan.
Barb was thrilled when I suggested we take an extended trip to Arizona and stay at a health spa. She is tall and slender, but at the time I was twenty-five pounds heavier and she was pleasantly surprised that I wanted to do something about it. My hidden agenda included flattening my tummy, starting a hormone regiment, electrolysis and a healthy diet.
I had always used cunnilingus as foreplay, but during this trip I began bringing her to multiple orgasms then going to sleep without fucking her. A couple of times I begged her to let me eat her in public and she acquiesced and came like wildcat. I'm sure she realized the change, I'm not sure she cared.
When we returned home I was slender, toned and hairless as a new baby save for the hair on my head and a tuft above my clitty stick. I hadn't cut my hair in nearly eight weeks and I had ever been to a salon, but I had the name of a gal's so I called her.
She offered to come to me, but I wanted to be with the other women so I made an appointment for my first trip to the beauty parlor. I was there all day. I had a massage and a facial. My pedicure ended with French tips. My manicure culminated in a very pale pink. I had my hair colored strawberry blond and cut in a cute bob that could be combed into a male or unisex style. In a final frivolity I had my eyebrows plucked into a high arch.
Barbara didn't like my bob and began screaming. Before that night, I didn't know that one could make a complete sentence out of four letter words. Like an errant daughter I sat on the floor before her as she slapped me and picked at my hair. She said she would never go out with me again and was unmoved by my suggestion my hair could be combed back in a more masculine look.
I began begging her to let me make it up to her. Evan as she abused me I grabbed her around her hips and kissed her pubis through her skirt. I continued to plead and completely disgusted with me or herself or both she lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties. I rolled onto my back and invited her to sit on my face. Her skirt covered my face in a dark warm cocoon and I began to work on her pussy. A well-manicured thumb slipped between her velvety cunt lips. I sucked and tongued her clitty. Pent up anger overwhelmed her and she shrieked through her orgasm. Neighbors would have thought I was killing her if they had been close enough to hear.
She slumped forward and I was to realize later ripped her blouse open and began clawing at her nipples. I eased my thumb out of her and began to lick her with the flat of my tongue. The slurping noise alone would have put a bitch in heat. Barb wanted more. She was grinding her pussy into my mouth so hard I was afraid I'd hurt her, but still she humped. I went back to work on her engorged clitty. At just the right point I pushed a single finger into her ass and bingo over the top she went. She shook and gyrated and yelled at the top of her lungs. As I started to lick her she pushed up on her knees, pulled up her dress and grabbed her cunt as if it were about to explode.
She ran to our bedroom, slammed the door and didn't return for dinner. There was something fascinating about the fact that my new bob, which she didn't like, was wet with her body fluids. I slept on the couch, but early the next morning I slipped into bed and between her legs. She awoke to my kissing a nibbling. She moaned and stretched and ached making herself more available. Having had a time to plan, I helped with her pleasure by pushing a fat rubber dildo into her as I loved on her clitty. She moaned to a deep climax, pulled me up her glistening body, kissed my wet mouth and whispered I could wear my hair any way I wanted.
Thanks to my mother and braces I had beautiful teeth. A local plastic surgeon said he could feminize my face and take ten years off my look. I was in the hospital two days later and fully recovered in six weeks.
During the recovery I continued my hormones and had a minor surgical procedure done. Along the edge of my ball sack where it joins my leg I had ten small sterling silver d-rings sewn under the skin, five to a side. That is to say the flat of the D was under the skin the round of the D protruded.
I also used this period to have my body pierced. My ears got three holes each my tongue a large ball. My breasts had not grown but they were sensitive and I was sure they were about to blossom. I had a sterling silver barbells with doorknockers put in each nipple and I bought some ornate diamond encrusted, sterling silver nipple shields. If not beautiful my breasts were impressive. From my navel dangled a small sterling silver plaque. If you could get close enough to read it, diamond chips spelled out -- Cum Slut.
I wasn't sure where Barbara was with all this, I rarely saw her, but I was reasonably sure my new tongue ball would square it with her as soon as I could use it on her.
As I approached complete recovery from all these procedures I decided to go back to the spa in Arizona by myself for a couple of weeks. My body needed some tender loving care and I wanted some time to think.
When I returned home one of my new tattoos said it all. It was on the back of my left shoulder -- a small female figure with large colorful butterfly wings and a tiny cock. The small of my back just above the bikini sported ornate Latin script that roughly translated to -- Cum Slut.
I was ready. I was more than ready. I had been out several times as a classy woman. Men were very attentive. I had converted one of our spare rooms at the house into Jamie's room. Barbara's reaction was predictable, but by now she craved the tongue ball. Besides my plan for her was under way.
As I shopped I worked on my feminine moves and my voice. One afternoon I was in the same dressing room with one of Barb's friends and she didn't recognize me. Barb was mortified, but I was sure I could pass full time as a woman.
I'd been to the chat room every day and I knew what I wanted -- Master Fred. He lived close by, was about my age and his cock was mouthwatering. Did I mention I've never had a real cock? Seems hard to believe a girl would go to as much trouble and expense as I have without sampling the goods. Let's say I'm a girl with faith.
I asked him to meet me for coffee and he agreed with some stipulations. I was to douche thoroughly and he was very specific. I've always enjoyed a good enema, but I was to learn some new tricks under Master Fred. I was to wear no panties and black thigh highs, a black leather skirt and black single banded strappy sandals.
This is a good time to explain the small rings between my legs. I can push my balls up into my body cavity; pull my cock back between my legs and lace it in place by putting a ribbon through the rings much like one would lace up a shoe. It not only keeps the cock comfortable in place the bow at the top is precious. Master Fred knew all about this little feature.
Up top I was to wear a lace bra and a sheer blouse. He wanted red nails, red lipstick and full makeup. The look was a bit sluttish, but I was giddy as a schoolgirl when I arrived. The click of my heels made my clitty ooze and you would have thought the hips had been swinging for years.
Master Fred greeted me warmly and kissed me on the mouth. He order coffee and we chatted amiable for a few minutes. As calmly as he might have pulled out a cigar, he reached in his shirt pocket, pulled out a super tampon and laid it on the table. He ordered more coffee and the young waiter was obviously fascinated with the white cylinder. Master explained I was to go to the MENS room, wait until at least one man entered, remove my bra and put the tampon in me. I was not to go in a stall and if anyone asked I was to explain I was a sissy and beg to suck the man's cock.
This was certainly not how I'd hoped to suck my first cock, but I was committed to this man no matter what. I picked up my purse and the tampon. My heels sounded like clanging symbols as I crossed the room. I was sure every eye in the shop was on my little white gift and me.
A pretty young guy with gold-rimmed glasses followed me into the bathroom. Slowly but deliberately I removed my blouse and unsnapped my front closure bra. My young friend was watching in the mirror, but said nothing. My nipple shields sparkled as I put my blouse back on and unzipped my skirt to tuck it in. In for a penny, in for a pound I decided to unwrap the tampon, wet it with my lips, pull down my skirt and insert the cylinder. By the time my young friend could get his mind around what was happening I was tucking my blouse in. As a second guy entered the room, I kissed college boy on the mouth, picked up my purse and left -- virgin mouth in tact.
When I returned Master Fred stood and I sat. It was then I discovered he had another toy -- a white leather collar and leash. He told me that I should put on the collar and attach the leash as soon as I was ready to go.
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