Brinnnggg!  Brinnnggg!

"Hallo?" I was kind of tired and I had almost started dozing off when the damn
phone rang, even though I was at the office.

"Uhhh... Good afternoon. Have I reached D. L. Johnson's telephone number?"

I did not recognise the voice, but since I have over 750 clients, that is not too
surprising.  Most of my business is initiated by one of my clients calling me, so
I often got calls like this. So, as it might mean some new business, I
immediately put on my professional voice, and responded warmly, "Yes you have.
This is D. L. Johnson's office. How may I help you today?'

"Uhhh... You sell life insurance and you sell investment plans, right?"

"Yes I do.  So, how can I be of  help you today?"

"Well,... Errr... I have... I have an investment plan that I want to talk to you
about. I just know that you will be interested in it."

"Uh, excuse me sir, but  there may be some misunderstandings here. I do not buy
investments from clients. I sell investment funds to clients."

"Yes... I know all about that. In fact... I must admit that I know a great deal
about you, already."

"You..? You do? I don't recognise your voice?" This call was turning out to be a
real puzzlement.

"Yes... I do, actually... I... I really really do... Know a lot about you, that
is."

My hands began to sweat and I could feel my breathing becoming a little more
shallow, as my heart began to beat rapidly in my chest. I felt a cold sweat
breaking out on my forehead. I'd sort of half been expecting a call like this
one, and I was terrified that this was the call I'd been expecting. I'd dreaded
it, and yet in some strange way, I also had looked forward to it's coming. None
the less, I was nervous, and scared. This I knew was going to be something that I
had no control over. I would be vulnerable, and unable to protect myself.

You see, about four months ago, I had come into my office at 6:00 a.m., one
Thursday. The first thing that I saw, when I got out of my car, was a great big
gaping hole in the frame of the door, where the lock's tumbler should have been.
I knew what it meant.  A sick feeling hit me square in the face. I felt weak. I
did not want to face this reality that had intruded itself into my peaceful life
style. I knew the one thing that I feared most of all, had finally happened. Now
that I was face to face with it, I did not know how I felt.

My office is located in a small strip mall of two restaurants and three stores. I
rented one of the stores for my office. I am a financial planner, and I no longer
wanted to work out of my home's basement office, so I had rented this store three
years earlier.

Every one of the stores and restaurants in this mall had been robbed in exactly
the same way, only three nights previous to my new discovery. I'd thought that I
had been passed over, but it was not to be. I should have known better.

In anger, fear and frustration, I yanked the door open and stepped inside. My
eyes fell on the spot, the empty spot where my notebook computer should have
been, where I'd left it the night before. I'd left it there last night, thinking
that my office was pretty safe.. It had never been broken into before. The locks
all seemed good. I had even had a locksmith check my doors, and he'd told me that
everything was pretty secure. Now this.

Confused, angry, and scared, I looked around some more. The television and the
VCR that I use sometimes to make sales presentations was also gone. Carefully,
and slowly, I walked around the premises. An ornate gold desk clock was gone. So
was a brand new walkman. Then I noted that the culprits who had broken in, had
taken not only the computer, but the printer cable, and the most  important
thing, the security key for my computerised client files, as well as the adapter
for plugging the computer into the wall, and the computer carry case. They left
the three printers, but they had taken the printer cable. They knew exactly what
they had wanted.

I noticed that the cash box was on the seat of my office chair. They had taken
about $200 of quarters and larger coins, already rolled mind you, and they had
dumped the pennies on the floor. I was pissed, to say the least. It wasn't bad
enough that they had stolen so much, but then they also left me the nasty task of
picking up a couple of dollars of pennies from the floor. Shit...

But I had a concern that worried me even more. This was a concern that I could
not tell the police about.

I had to sit down and let myself regain my composure before I did anything else.
After a few moments, I roused myself and went to the phone to call the police,
and report the robbery. Then I waited, as I wondered what was going to come out
of this robbery.

I also called the locksmith's shop next, and had the locksmith come out to
replace the tumbler, and to put an anti robbery security sleeve around the
tumbler, so that kind of thing could not be repeated. I asked him to inspect the
back door to the office, and he told me that it looked pretty secure as it was.
He told me not to worry about it.

Then the police came, and took about an hour examining everything, and asking
many questions. I learned that the neighbourhood where my office is, though in a
wealthier part of the town, and on a main drag, had been having many break and
enters over the previous two weeks. The night that I was robbed, so was a
convenience store that was almost directly across the street from me, and the gas
bar in front of it had been robbed at knife point the night before my robbery.

I hoped and prayed that whoever stole it, could not figure out how to use the
security key. But there was still more to come.

When I came into the office on the following Saturday morning, I was astounded to
find that I'd been burgled again. I was ready to pull my hair out. This time, it
was through the back door, the one that the locksmith had told me was pretty
secure.

Once again, I called the police. This time they sent two officers out. One was to
record the break in, and the other was a specialist in finger printing. As far as
I could tell, there was nothing taken on the second occasion, but it was obvious
that my storeroom and been searched very thoroughly. The robber(s), if they were
the same ones, and the police were inclined to think that they might have been,
sure had a lot of gall to come back two nights later. They must have thought that
I had already replaced everything that was stolen.

The locksmith came again, and he put a large dead bolt into the back door. He
assured me that that was not a lock that could be picked easily.

The police told me that the car dealership across the road from me had been
broken into, as had a lawyer's office that was in the same building as the
convenience store that had been robbed the previous Wednesday. As well, one of
the restaurants in my mall was also broken into that Friday night. He told me
that on that Saturday morning, that they were investigating 22 reported break ins
from the previous night.

Needless to say, I was alarmed. With the help of the police, I determined that I
had lost about $9,000 of property, that there was a snow ball's chance in hell,
of ever getting any of it back.

This was a cause for great fear for me. The computer, worth about $7,500 was
insured with a $500 deductible, but nothing else was insured. I would not get the
price of the computer back, but the insurance coverage only covered the balance
of my lease payments, so that I could get a new computer right away from the
leasing company. I figured that I lost about $4,000 that I had already paid into
the leasing company for it.

But that was not what upset me the most about it.

You see, I had a closely guarded secret, and there was evidence of this secret in
my computer files.

I am a closet transvestite, with a very active imagination. I have had very
little experience with men, but I have had enough past experience to know one
thing for certain. And that was that when I am dressed up as a girl, that there
is nothing that I like doing more, than going down on a masculine man.

Because of my overly active imagination, I write out all of my fantasies. I write
them all out, in rather graphic detail to. Some of them, I have even been paid
for publishing in books that cater to the transvestic oriented people in our
society.

In the computer, in a hidden directory, were a large number of stories that I had
written. All the themes of the stories were pretty similar. In all of them, for
what ever reasons, I would find myself dressed up in feminine clothing, and
acting just like a woman, especially in the sexual role with men.

I freely admit that I have this fascination for being completely and utterly
feminised, and then performing fellatio on a masculine man. In short, I love to
dress up as a woman, be romanced by a masculine man, and then spend a long time
sucking their cocks for them. In my mind, I admit to myself that I am a fairy and
a cock sucker. I know that this is not accepted too well in normal society, but
this is my inner nature. I have had to learn how to live with it.

Well, I guess that I might just as well admit the utter and complete truth. In my
own mind, I picture myself as being a sissy... A fairy... I am a fairy who really
likes to suck cocks. I have, early in my life, been able to dress up a couple of
times, and act like a woman with a man. I let them kiss me, and feel me up, and I
rewarded them by sucking their cocks, or I should say, I let them reward me by
letting me suck their cocks, till I had made them cum in my mouth. I had not had
the chance to do it very often, but every time that I had done it, I had loved
being the girl in the sex role that I played.

I am 45 years old, and I have only had five boyfriends since the age of eighteen,
which was the year that I did it for the first time. And, I had never seen the
men a second time. But, I had done it enough to be sure that I liked being a
woman, when I was dressed up. I liked doing what real women do with men. I loved
being kissed and I really loved feeling a man's hands all over me, especially up
under my skirts, fondling me through my silk panties. I not only liked it, but I
was constantly fascinated, and fantasising about it. I did not like the idea of
being classified as a fairy, but I have to be honest. I have been a fairy all of
my life.

My worst fear had come to past, though. I was afraid that whomever it was that
had stolen my computer, would find a way to get into the hidden files, and find
out what was in my over active feminine imagination.

>From the quality of the tone of voice in my left ear, my worst fears >had come
home to roost. This did not sound like a man who was going >to let me off the
hook. Even though he had incriminating evidence >against himself, he was willing
to call me.

I knew that this was a guy who was a lot braver than I ever would have been. One
thing though in his favour, was the question of whether I would admit publicly,
why he had called me. I would not want to do that publicly. He had taken the
chance that I would never want to have my secret inclinations made known to the
general public.

He was right. I would do anything that he would require of me, for him to keep my
secret. That was how black mail flourished, wasn't it?

"Uhhh... Wha... What do you mean, you know a great deal about me?"

"Well now... That's a pretty fair question. Let me see now. To start with, a
friend of mine found out about a used computer that was sold to a friend of a
friend of his. It sounded like too good a deal to pass up. Now I know just how
good a deal it really was. Last week, I bought it from my friend's friend.

You can just imagine how shocked, and I must admit, I was also rather delighted
to, when I was able to get into the hidden word-processor directory, and find all
kinds of delightful little stories in there. I did it out of curiosity, just
because I wanted to know what I had gotten for myself. The fact that the
directory was hidden made it all the more fascinating and intriguing. I... I have
read all about your pretty little fantasies, Miss Debi."

"Uhhh... I... Uhhh... I don't know what you are talking about?" I hoped that I
was not really hearing this. I wanted it to all be a bad dream. I hoped that I
could bluff my way out of this one. But, there was a strange kind of excitement
to, knowing that I was going to be forced, against my own will, to do what I had
always wanted to do, in my most secret of thoughts. I started growing a hard on
in my panties.

"Oh... Come now my pretty little Miss Debi. Don't play the coquette with me. I
know what you really want... Oh, indeed I do... And I can assure you, I intend to
take full advantage of this golden opportunity that had fallen into my path. You
will get what you want, by doing what I want you to do. I intend to get to know
you very well, Miss Johnson."

"You... You do???"

My mouth felt like it was full of cotton balls. My hands shook. I felt feint,
like I was going to black out or something. I did not know what was going to
happen now. But, I also had an erection growing in the panties that I was wearing
under my business suit. I knew that this stranger was going to force me to live
out my fantasies, for his own sexual pleasures.

"Yes, indeed I do... Miss Debi. And you know what, honey?"

"Uhhh... What?"

"I got really turned on when I read all about how you like to dress up real
pretty like. I read about how much you like for a man to take charge of you, and
how you would like to spend many hours kneeling in front of your boyfriends, and
suck their hard cocks for hours at a time. Well honey... I have been looking for
a girl like you for a very long time. The very idea that I can have a pretty girl
kneel down in front of me every time that I want a blow job is a terribly
exciting proposition for me. I can not imagine how a girl like you could ever
want to do such a thing, but the fact that you really do like to suck cocks,
really turns my crank, pretty lady. What do you think about that, Miss Debi?"

I was silent as the fear coursed through me. I decided to try and risk some
bravado. "You must have me confused with somebody else. I am not like that at
all. I... I'm going to hang up now. Good day..."

"Oh, Sweetness, I would not do that, if I were you..."

"You wouldn't? Why not?"

"Miss Debi, I found out how your client file key works, and I have been able to
figure out the passwords to. So, I know the names of all of your clients. I know
the name of your manager. And, Princess, you better know that if I called you, I
would have no qualms about calling them either. So, honey, are you going to be my
sweet obedient docile and respectful young lady friend, or do I need to play hard
ball with you?"

My life seemed to freeze for a long moment. I did not know what to do. I knew
what I wanted to do. I wanted to ask him where he lived, so that I could get all
dressed up and go over there to see him in person. I had to admit, I had a huge
hard on in my panties, as I was listening to him. It was as though his
masculinity was weaving some kind of mysterious controlling kind of spell over
me, and it was terribly exciting to me.

"Uhhh... What do you want from me?"

"Young lady, what I want is for you to become my very special little girl friend.
I want to meet with you at least once every two weeks, and I want for you to make
the kind of gentle love to me, just the way that you have done to your men lovers
before me. If you do that, I promise that I will try and be the kind of man that
your stories indicate that you are looking for. I rather like the idea of being
the kind of gentleman Don Juan that you seem to be so fascinated with giving blow
jobs to."

My forehead was pouring sweat from it's pores, and I grasped the phone tightly.
Fear coloured my every perceptions. I knew that I had no choice, but to do what
this man wanted me to do. He was so masculine, and so dominant. A part of me
could not wait for the chance to be dressed up, and kneeling in front of him. He
turned my crank in a big way. and he knew it to. He had my written fantasies to
know exactly what kind of man turned me into a vulnerable and weak little
feminine personality.

"Are you still there, honey?"

"Yea... Yes." It seemed strange to me, that I should be answering to the name of
'Honey'. But, I did."

"Well, honey, do you want to become my new special girl friend?"

"I... I guess that I do not have any choice, do I?"

"Honey, that is not the question that I asked. I asked if you 'wanted' to become
my girl friend? Do you?"

"I... Uhhh... Yes? I guess so?" I wanted to say no to him, but I felt like I was
under his spell or something. I had to try and salvage some of my dignity. "I
don't have any choice, do I?"

"No. I guess that you don't. But I also know that you really do want to be my
special girl friend to."

I sighed with a deep resignation. Much as I hated the idea of being forced to do
things like this, by a total stranger, I had a  very painful hard on throbbing
against the silken insides of my panties. As I thought about seeing the same man
over and over again, and of sucking his cock every time that I would see him. He
sounded so wonderfully masterful to my aching ear. I did not want to feel so weak
and so under his control, but he was the kind of man that I could never be. He
was masculine.

"Now Princess, this is what I want you to do. I live on a farm out in the
country. You take the Martintown road, and follow it to the Old Brick Schoolhouse
Road. You turn right at that intersection, and you travel about three quarters of
a mile. You got that Princess?"

"Yes," I replied in a quiet resigned voice. I had always fantasised about
something like this happening, but the reality of it was a hard burden to bear,
in all reality. I was enamoured of my telephone paramour.

"Well, if you look over to your right, you will see a big farm house of red brick
with a light green shingle roof on it, set back about a quarter of a mile from
the road. That is my house. I want you to be here, next Saturday afternoon,
precisely at 1:00 p.m. I do not want any excuses. I also want you to come to me,
already dressed up as a woman.  In fact, you might as well know that I never ever
want to see you in masculine clothing, ever. I am not a faggot, you got that
Princess?"

"Yes..."

"I do not ever want to see any trace of the man that you might think that you
are. For me, you are not a man in any sense of the word, so just forget any ideas
like that. Around me, you are to be a complete woman at all times. You will dress
like, talk like, and most of you will always act like you would if you really
were a woman, a woman in heat that is. If you even so much as make any gestures
that could be considered to be masculine, I will turn you over my knee and spank
your pantied bum till you can not sit down. Is that  very clearly understood,
Miss Debi?"

"Yes... I understand."

"You understand what, Miss Debi?"

"I understand, sir."

"Good girl. I will see you next week, then?"

"Yes... Sir..." I hated myself for adding that little "Sir", but it was as though
I was being driven by something much deeper than my conscious resentment at being
so completely blackmailed. As I hung up the receiver, I looked down at my crotch
area.

No one would ever guess it, but the pants suit that I was wearing, though very
mannish in it's cut, had been designed for a lady to wear. The manufacturer's
label inside, said 'Miss Sun Valley'. And under the throbbing false fly front, I
knew that I was ready to explode into the pink silk and white lace trimmed
panties that I was wearing. It even felt like my breasts were enlarging in the
pink lace and satin cupped bra that I was also wearing.

My blackmailer, my new man lover, had pushed all the right buttons in me, buttons
that I had not even known that I had. But, I knew myself well enough to know that
if he had walked into my office, instead of calling me on the phone, that by the
time the call had ended, I would have been giving him a very loving blow job.

Once again for the umpteenth time, I cursed this strange perverseness that had
somehow gotten into my psyche. I never asked for this kind of curse for my life.
I did not know where it came from. All I knew for certain was that I had it, and
now that this strange man knew about it, he was able to use it to control my
life, for his own pleasures.

Not able to think about anything else, I went to the bath room. I unfurled some
paper towels. I hated being trapped like this, but I was hornier than I had ever
been before. I gently lowered the back zipper of my suit pants, and opened the
waist band of my pants. The very excited pink encased erection popped out, making
a large obscene bulge in the delicate silk panties that I wore. I reached in and
gently eased my cockette out of the panties. I wondered if my new lover-master
would ever do this to me.

The moment that I imagined myself sitting on the couch with this strange man,
while he was kissing me, and fondling me up under my dress, I felt a rush of
feminine submissiveness flow through me, like a flow through a river, unfettered
by dams.

I wrapped my soft fingers around my penis, and I felt the soft sensuousness of my
nylons, garter belt, and the soft pink silk camisole that I wore under my mannish
looking blouse. All that I could think about, was what it was going to feel like,
when this man put his hands on me, and when he kissed me, and when he made me
suck his cock. I suspected that he was not going to have to make me suck it. I
already knew that I wanted to suck it for him, and to please him for making me
become his girl friend.

In my mind's eye, I could easily envision him feeling me up, under my dress, and
playing with me through my panties, as his rough unshaved faced kissed my
daintily made up countenance. I just knew that he would be very masculine in his
nature. It would make me feel even that much more feminine and submissive to be
around such a man. I knew that those kinds of feelings of submissive femininity
were the feelings that I most cherished experiencing. In a way, this was like a
dream come true for me.

I was ready to scream, as I felt the pressure building in my little pink silk
pantied cockette. I hoped that I would like this strange man, but I knew that it
did not matter whether I liked him or not. He wanted a sissy fairy to suck his
cock, and he was going to get a sissy fairy to suck his cock, and it did not
matter what I thought or felt about it. I was his new sissy fairy girl friend.

I sighed resignedly. I was his brand new little doll toy, and he knew it. He knew
I would be the submissive little feminine fairy that he'd dreamed of having in
his home. I knew that I would do whatever he wanted me to do. And judging from
the sensitivity of my arousal, I knew that I was going to not only do it, but I
would like doing it all to.


The man would see me for who I really was, a fairy boy.

I wondered if he really would ever spank me for acting like a male, as he had
promised to do to me, during the phone call. I'd never been spanked, but I had
often thought that I might like to have a man turn me over his knee, and spank my
pantied bottom. I wondered if I would dare to try and provoke a spanking. I was
too much of a sissy to even enjoy the thought of pain, let alone experience it.
But, none the less, I could not help but to wonder what it would feel like to
have the man spank me.

In the fantasy movie that was running on the inside of my closed eyelids, I saw
myself sitting on his couch, being kissed by him. I could almost feel the
strength of his arms, as he held me tightly. I nearly exploded as the fantasy
unveiled itself to me. He was so big, and so masculine, that he made me feel like
a little girl as I sat beside him in his embrace. He made me feel so weak, and
dependent on his good wishes towards me.

In the fantasy, he kissed me passionately, and I sat there submissively, and I
sucked on the tongue that he was pushing deep into my mouth. I felt the heat of
his hands on my back, right through the thin fabric of my dress. I could not stop
myself from reaching over, and gently placing my hand on the front of his pants.
I could feel the hot hardness throb as it sensed my hand on it. I grasped it, and
gently began to move my hand up and down, as I masturbated it for him. He was
just so masculine...

I wanted him to like what I was doing for him. I wanted him to like me, as his
woman.

Then... After what seemed to be a very long time, he removed his tongue from my
mouth, and he kissed his way over to my left ear. I hear his heated voice say in
a hushed whisper, "All right Princess, now it is time for you to suck my cock,
like all the other good little girls do for their loving daddies."

I watched the fantasy unfold, as I slid my beskirted bum a couple of feet back
along the couch from him. I watched as I lay down, my tummy laying along the
couch, my breasts against his big hard muscled thigh and with my face directly
over the crotch of his pants. I watched my pink tipped fingers as they opened his
belt, and his fly, then unbuttoned his pants, to expose the big bulge in his
white jockey shorts. I would be all of the good little girl that he wanted me to
be. I smiled. I liked being a girl. I bent my head lower, to claim the reward
that all the other girls get to claim, by virtue of their hormones.

He grunted as he lifted his bum off the couch, in order to push his pants and his
under wear down to his ankles. He had a big and an ugly cock, and it totally
fascinated me. I played with it with both of my hands for a few minutes,
wondering how anyone could be comfortable with such a big thing dangling between
their legs. This was a real man, so very unlike me. He probably liked having such
a big cock. I would never understand that about men.

Then, as I saw my imaginary self lower my head and open my mouth, I exploded in a
delightful orgasm. I just hoped that the real man would be nearly as nice as my
make believe man was. I knew though, that the idea of being forced into this
unique and perverse situation, had it's erotic aspects to.


Chapter Two



At long last, after a terribly nerve frazzling week, the Saturday arrived. I
wanted to sleep in, but I could not sleep past 6 a.m., no matter how tired I was.
I was just too excited. The idea of meeting a total stranger who knew my
innermost thoughts was just to exciting to my long suppressed emotions, for me to
sleep.

Once again, I hoped that I would like him, but I knew that it did not matter if I
liked him or not. I was going to have to be his girlfriend, no matter what I
thought about it. So, I figured that I may as well get ready for my new
boyfriend.

It started with standing in the bath room, and covering myself from chin to toes
with the nasty smelling pink depilatory. I disliked it intensely, but it was
better that shaving my whole body. I tried not to move too much, as I shaved my
very light beard, very carefully. I wanted to be a hairless young lady for him.

Twenty minutes later, I stepped into the shower and used a face cloth to remove
almost all of my body hair. Once I was satisfied that I was almost as hairless as
a baby new born girl, I filled the tub with hot fragrant scented water, with way
too much bubble bath. There is just hardly nothing that feels as nice as hairless
legs rubbing against each other, in a bubble bath. I could never adequately
describe it. I lay back and let the emollients soak into my skin, making me as
soft as any other woman likes to be.

To be extra sure, I shaved my face again, till I could detect not even the
slightest of beard stubble. I wanted to be as much of a female as it was possible
for me to be. I knew that my new boy friend would not care about it. He just
wanted to have someone to suck his cock for him, whenever he wanted to get off,
but I wanted to be as womanly as I could be for him anyway. If I had to do this,
I was determined that I was going to enjoy it as much as I could.

By 9:30 I was out of the tub, and sitting at my vanity, preparing to do my
makeup. I'd already donned my under garments. Every time I think of myself
putting on lovely lingerie, I think of the line from the Christmas carol, "Don we
now... Our 'gay' apparel..." This was certainly my gay apparel, that was for
sure. I was also wearing a matching garter belt that held up my ultra sheer
lavender shaded nylon stockings. I hate wearing panty hose.

I was wearing a bra, panties, lavishly decorated in lace, matching half slip and
camisole, all of the softest silk, and all of the prettiest lavender colour. I'd
secured my false breasts to my chest, so I enjoyed the support that the wispy
lace bra afforded to me. My breasts were quite heavy, made of a soft but dense
foam material. They feel quite realistic, to the handler as well as to the
wearer.

I sat down to carefully applied my makeup. I have a fair complexion and light
blue coloured eyes, so I look best in rose pinks and soft pastel colours. I knew
it was passé, but I still liked wearing blue eye shadow, and I think it suited me
well to. The light blue highlighted my eyes.

I'd never before gone out in public, excepting at night, when it was dark out.
Even though I was sure that I was pretty. I believed that because some of guys
that I have met, who had seen me dressed as a woman had told me I was a pretty or
a cute woman. None the less, I have always been too chicken to go outside in
daylight hours.

This time was going to be very different. I was to drive about fifteen miles in
broad daylight. I was extra careful putting my makeup on, because I wanted to be
as convincing as I could possibly be. Besides, I had no choice in this matter. I
had to pass as a woman. If I did not, I could find myself in serious trouble, I
knew. I hated to admit it to myself, but knowing that I had no choice in this
matter was kind of exciting to me, as well.

It took me a good half hour to perfect my makeup, but when I was done, I was
quite pleased. It was the best application of makeup that I had ever done to
myself. I knew that I was vain enough to think that I was approaching the edge of
being beautiful, and I hoped that I was not deceiving myself into thinking that I
was very attractive, when in reality, I was a dog. I did not think I was
deceiving myself, but the true test would come when I was outside and people
would let me know immediately, if I had done a good job or not.

I glanced over at the clock. It was nearly eleven. Time just seemed to be
dragging on.

I went over to my closet to decide what to wear. I had a three piece suit that I
really liked. It was in a light grey with a white chalk stripe in it. I decided
to wear that one, and reached into the closet to pull out that suit. I decided to
wear a mannish looking lavender coloured neck tie with it. I also chose my pair
of lavender coloured high heels, with all of three and a half inch heels. To
further accessorise, I would wear the purse that I had bought that matched my
shoes.

With a wry shrug, I figured that I may as well use lavender, as it is a colour
that is associated with the kinds of people that I am, fairies. I had no
illusions about myself. I am a fairy, and I like being feminine, especially when
there is a masculine man around, who wants to be pleased, like my new boy friend.

It took me a few minutes before I decided to wear a white silk blouse, one that
had a shirt type of collar, and which buttoned up the front. There was a tiny
cute ruffle trimming on the collar and the cuffs. I liked it because it was a
very feminine piece of clothing. I love to wear very feminine clothing, which is
what got me into all of this trouble from the 'git-go', as some people would say.

I stepped into my slip, and pulled it up, adjusting the elastic waist band at my
panty waist, then I lowered the camisole down over my head, to softly lay across
my breasts. At the last minute, I pulled down my slip and panties, and I wrapped
a waist nipper corset of sky blue satin, that was heavily boned, and laced up the
front, and was trimmed in white lace.

I grunted as I struggled to get the corset laced up as tightly as possible. I
wanted to get down to a little femmy 29" waist, and though I did not measure it,
I was pretty sure that I had achieved my goal. The mirror told me that I looked
very sexy with my highlighted feminine curves.

Then I replaced my under clothing. I slid my arms into the delicate silk material
of the blouses sleeves. I buttoned up the small pearl buttons up the front and at
the wrists.  I stepped into my skirt. I was glad that it clasped at the back, and
had a two inch wide elastic waist band that was gathered from the sides to the
back. Across the front was a gold coloured chain, attached to two gold coloured
buttons that were situated directly above my hip bones.

This skirt, I knew,  would definitely show off my corseted waist line to full
advantage. The skirt went down to about four inches above my knees. It had a
lovely satin underslip in it. And it felt ever so delightful, as the satin
caressed across the silken undergarments. Once my skirt was on, I put on my tie,
then I pulled the jacket sleeves up my arms.

This suit always made me feel so totally feminine.


Before I allowed myself the privilege of checking myself out in the mirror, I
transferred all of my important stuff, like credit cards, driver's license and
stuff like that over to my leather lavender purse. I also chose to wear the blue
calf skin wrist length gloves that I had purchased. I knew it was not fashionable
for ladies to wear gloves any more, but I do see women with them on every once in
a while. I just happen to think that it is very pretty, and feminine in a classy
kind of way.

I took my purse and gloves out to the kitchen door, (the back door of my
apartment) and lay them on the kitchen counter. I realised that I had not yet put
on any jewellery, or my perfume, so I went back into the bed room and sat at the
vanity. I double checked my nails, and decided that another coat of rose pink
would not do any harm.

Once my nails were dry, I chose silver jewellery. I put on dangling earrings,
with three little rods of silver that tinkled prettily whenever I turned my head
and caused them to collide against each other. I put on a delicate silver wrist
watch, on my left wrist, and three delicate silver bands on my right wrist. They
too tinkled in a delicate kind of way, whenever I moved my hand fast enough to
cause them to tinkle. I selected two rings for each hand. Once I was satisfied
that I was as pretty as I could be, I checked my watch. It was 11:50.

I knew that it would take about half an hour to get to my mystery man's farm, so
I would have to leave around 12:30 to get there on time. I did not want to be
late. I did not want to anger him in any way, but deep inside of me, I knew that
I wanted to be there on time, to start being his woman for him as soon as I
could.

The next forty minutes looked to be some of the longest minutes that I have ever
faced.

I checked my reflection in the mirror, and I was pleased all over again that I
had always looked much more like a woman, than a man. I looked like any other
successful business woman, and I liked it. I walked out into the kitchen,
relishing in the sound and the sensations of my underwear, as I went.

One thing that I have always loved about wearing heels, was how the high arched
instep pushed up against the bottoms of my feet. Maybe I had fallen arches or
something, who knows? I also loved the way my high arched foot looked in heels.
And, I have especially loved the way the higher heel and arched foot made me take
small and mincing little feminine steps that I am normally unable to take. I
liked that, because it was the woman gendered clothing item that that I had on,
that made me walk like a woman. I wanted to be all of the woman that I was
capable of ever being.

I am only 5'4" tall, but my feet could be a lot bigger than they are. I can wear
a size 8 1/2 or a 9, depending on the style of heel, and that is smaller than
about half the women in America. I just wished that my hands were more dainty.
C'est la vie, eh? My mystery man would be more concerned about how my hand felt
on him, rather than how it looked on me, I was sure.

Walking daintily and swaying my hips helped me to relax a bit more. By now, I was
also getting used to the tightness around my waist to. I thought that I could
allow myself a glass of white wine to calm my nerves down a bit.

I poured a rather large glass of wine, and went back to the living room to sit
and to watch whatever was on the cable movie channel. It was not a great movie,
but it helped to occupy my mind for a few more minutes. If I did not keep my mind
occupied, I would start to think about what I was going to be doing this
afternoon, which was to be kissed and caressed by this very masterful man that
had entered my life.

I knew that if I allowed myself to do that, then I would get another big painful
hard on. I did not want that to happen. My skirt was tight enough that even the
slightest of bulges in my panties, would show in the skirt. I had to keep myself
from thinking about my mystery man lover, in order to keep the front of my skirt
flat, like it is supposed to be. I knew that I should tie myself back, but for
the first time, I wanted him to be able to get at me freely, should he choose to
do so.

By the time that I finished sipping the wine, which was not enough to make me
feel any better, because I was so keyed up about the coming event, it was a bit
after twelve. I decided that I would be better off if I went for a bit of a drive
in the country to help me kill the time. Besides, I did not want to be late for
getting lost.

Half an hour later, I found I was driving by his place, nearly twenty minutes
early, and trying to get some kind of glimpse of him, maybe out working in the
fields or something like that. There was a small hill between the house and the
road, so all I could see was the second story of the house, and the light green
tiled roof he had mentioned.

The name on the mail box said "J. Matheson".

I drove around the back roads in the area, till it was about ten to one. I got
back to his driveway a couple of minutes before one. I paused, still on the road,
and took several deep breaths. I could not understand why I was so nervous, after
all, I did not have a choice in this did I?

As I turned my car into his gravelled driveway, I found that I was hoping that he
would think that I was pretty. At least, I hoped, if he did not think that I was
pretty, that he would think that I was at least an attractive woman.

I sighed deeply, as I realised that I also hoped he, J. Matheson, was handsome
man, a big and strong, strong enough to make me feel like a weak little lady when
I was with him, handsome man.

Knowing that I had no other choice, I heard the loud crunch of the gravel under
my tires as I turned my car into the direction of the house. I wondered if he
could hear my tires, and would know that his little fairy had arrived. I wondered
if he was as anxious about meeting me, as I was about meeting him.

Each foot of the driveway seemed to take forever to get over, till at last I was
at the top of the hill. I could still not see very much of the house, because
there was a huge bush of flowering purple and white lilacs planted all across the
front of the yard, as though to provide more privacy than the hill provided.

When I got to the end of the driveway, I could see that the grounds around the
house were very well kept up and that the condition of the house was very good. I
liked that. It meant that J. Matheson took care of his property. I hoped he would
take as good a care of his woman, as he did with his property.

The gravelled drive led up onto a patio tiled area, in front of a two car garage.
There was only one car in the open garage. It was an older model of Mercedes
Benz, but it looked in very good condition. I parked behind it, took a very deep
breath to try and steady my fears, but it did not work too well.

I reached over with my gloved right hand, and plucked up my purse with my finger
tips. I opened the car door and swung my legs out, knees pressed together, and
wondered if I was being observed as I did so. When I stood up, I found my skirt
had ridden up a couple of inches while I'd been seated in the car seat. I
smoothed my skirt down to it's proper length, four inches above my knees. I slung
my purse over my left shoulder, took a steadying deep breath, and turned towards
my future.

I minced daintily in the high heels on the gravel, and I walked around the back
of my car, and walked, all be it rather swishily, as I did not want to trip and
fall down, and I made my way up the stone path way to the front door. The front
of the house had a long wide porch on it, stretching from one side of the house
to the other. It was cool and shaded. It had baskets of bright coloured flowers
swaying in the breeze, suspended from the ceiling, which added a sweet perfume to
the atmosphere.

I was too nervous to notice much of anything about the front of the house, as my
heart was beating wildly, and I was having a lot of trouble breathing. My hands
were sweaty, and I was glad that I was wearing gloves. My hand trembled as I
raised my index finger of my right hand to press on the door bell.

I heard heavy movements from behind the door, then I heard foot falls approaching
the door. I stood there, scared like a frightened kitten. I was shaking all over,
and I thought I was doing a masterful job of hiding it. My breath caught in my
throat as I saw the door knob turning.

When the door opened, this strange man that I had never met before, who was going
to be looking at me in my most vulnerable and secret life fantasy, was opening
the door for me. He was going to know that under the prettiness, that I was a
fairy, and that I was here for the purpose of sucking his cock for him. A strange
kind of perverse glee went up and down my spine as I realised that I was going to
be seen as a fairy, by a man who forced me into this role for him. He would know
that I was a fairy. I would not be able to hide that secret from him. He knew my
most intimate desires.

The door opened, and I laid my eyes for the first time on J. Matheson.

He wore faded blue jeans, and a plaid work shirt with the sleeves rolled up to
just below his elbows. His feet were in grey wool socks, the kind with a lighter
grey coloured toe and heel. He was probably 5 10' tall. He had a receding hair
line, but he had what I had hoped that he would have, a goatee. I knew it was
going to be rubbing against my cheeks soon, and I could hardly wait. I had never
kissed a man with facial hair before, and I had always wanted to do so.

His curly hair was a dark brown and a little long at the back. His eyes were
light blue, and they seemed to look right through me. I felt as though he could
see right into my soul. I shuddered to feel so exposed to this man who'd intruded
his way into my life. He made me feel so vulnerable, I loved it. I figured that
he must be in his early fifties.

He was muscular, and masculine. For that, I was thankful. A masculine man always
made me feel so unmasculine, a feeling that I liked feeling. J. Matheson was
making me feel that way right now.

"Ahhh... Right on time. I had not expected that. A ladies prerogative is to be
late, is it not? I am glad that you are punctual. Come in Princess." He smiled at
me as he glanced at his wrist watch, as he stepped back from the door way to make
room for me to enter his lair.

His voice was a rich baritone, and it seemed to echo throughout my insides. Then
he held his hand out to me, to assist me up the one step into the doorway. I
raised a rather limp wristed right hand up, and lay my fingertips on the inside
of his fingers. I could feel his strength. He made me shudder. He was so tall,
and so strong, that I knew that he could do anything that he thought of to do, to
me, and I would have no protection what so ever. I certainly could not go to the
police with the story, if he chose to rape me, could I?

I smiled nervously, as I stepped up to stand right in front of him. Even in my
heels, I had to look up to see into his eyes. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
It made me feel so much smaller and weaker than he was. He stood there, holding
my hand and he let his glance go very slowly from the top of my head, down to the
pointed lavender toes, and then he very slowly worked his gaze all the way back
up again. He made me feel like a piece of meat on a meat rack, just the way men
usually look at women, and I liked being looked at in that way. He raised his
hand to indicate that he would like me to turn around in front of him. I did it,
feeling ever so embarrassed for being scrutinised in such a fashion. No one had
ever looked at me like that before.

"Well, now. I must say, Miss Debi, you certainly are not hard on the eyes. No
siree... You are not hard on the eyes at all. Even though I saw some of your
pictures in the computer, I guess that I was expecting to see a man in a dress. I
was not expecting to see an attractive and graceful young woman. Come in honey.
Come in and sit down in the living room. I will join you presently."

He stayed at the door way as I walked past him. I knew that he was looking at my
bum. I did not want to, but I knew that I put just a wee bit more of a swing in
my swish than I normally did. Mr. J. Matheson was "not hard on the eyes" either,
to coin his phraseology.

I walked into a large comfortable room. The furniture was very masculine, all
done in wood and dark leather, but the room also had a very pleasing lived in
feel to it. I made my way over to an easy chair, and I remembered to smooth out
my skirts in a lady like fashion, regardless of how nervous I was, as I sat in
the chair. I placed my purse on my lap, and slowly began pulling at the finger
tips of my gloves. I was about half way to removing them, when Mr. J. Matheson
returned.

Along with his big smile, he had a tray with two wine glasses and a decanter of
white wine on it. I watched as he served me a glass of wine. This looked like it
was going to be even more enjoyable that I had thought that it was going to be. I
sure did need that wine to help me control my nervousness.

He poured his own glass of wine, and flopped leisurely onto the couch. He sipped
at his wine as he looked at me over the rim of his glass.

"So, Miss Debi. I must admit that I have been intrigued with the idea of meeting
you, ever since I read your stories. I am glad that your impression of yourself
as a passable looking woman was true, and not just something that was dreamt up
in your own imagination. You really are quite feminine in your manner and
deportment, and you certainly are a hot lookin' chick."

"Uhhh... Thank you," I replied in a soft voice. I finished removing my gloves,
and placed them inside of my purse. I then set the purse on the floor at my left
ankle. "I... I am glad that you approve of how I look?"

"Approve? Yes, very much so. I think you are a very attractive, not to mention
graceful young woman. I am curious though. I can not imagine why a man would want
to dress himself up like you do, and act so prissy like. Why do you do it?"

"That sir, is a $64,000 question. I wish I knew. If I knew why, then maybe I
could stop doing it. I... I have been wearing girl's clothes ever since I could
first dress myself in them."

"So, it is kind of like a drug addiction to you?"

"That is the way that I think of it, yes... You could say that it is like a drug
addiction. I..." Nervousness took over and I blushed as my sentence faltered on
my lips.

"So, I gather from the stories that I have read, that you have been dressing up
like a female for all of your life? Did you like dressing up like a little girl?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, when you were small, did you wear pretty dresses and lacy panties, and
play with dolls, and all the other girly kind of things like that, that the real
little girls do?"

I blushed as I looked into his eyes. I knew that no matter what I told him, he
would know the truth anyway, so there was no point in lying. "Yes I did. I had a
tomboy of a sister, who hated being a girl. One day, she was at home when I
thought I was all alone, and she caught me putting on one of her party dresses.
She was real mad at me, but after about two weeks, she would want to trade
clothes with me, where I would be the sister and she would be the older brother.
We played house then, and I always had to be the mommy."

"And you liked that?"

"I... I would have given anything if I could have some how traded bodies with
her, and I could have become the little girl that she was. I wanted so much to be
able to wear pretty dresses to school, and not to have to compete in sports lie
the little boys did. I hated being a boy, if you want to know the truth."


I blushed as I recalled how I had loved playing with dolls.  "Ummm... Debi, I am
really curious about something else. Tell me something. I read the story that you
entitled 'The Sixties Girl'. It sounded like it was an autobiographical story.
Are those experiences that you related in that story really true?"

I blushed again, much to J. Matheson's obvious pleasure, as was evidenced by the
widening grin I saw on his face. It was obvious to me that he loved it when I
acted or reacted in a girlish way to the things he said to me.

Nervously, knowing that I was about to admit my most secret secrets to this
stranger, I licked my lips, and sipped at my wine, enjoying the cool sweetness.
Then, when I had mustered up enough courage to respond to him, I raised my eyes
to gaze into his eyes again. His light blue eyes pierced deeply into me, and it
made me feel ever so feminine and open to him. I loved the way it made me feel.

"Uhhh... Ev... Everything in that story is true."

"You actually invited this farmer, this Gary guy, to come to your apartment after
you got dressed up, and you let him kiss you, then you sucked his cock for him?"

Yes."

"Then you even told him that he could tell his friends all about you, and you
would let them come to see you, and you would suck their cocks for them to?"

My cheeks were burning by now.

"Well, not exactly. He asked me if he could tell his friends about me, and
whether or not they could call me. I told him that it would be okay if he did
that."

"Hey, let's not kid ourselves here Princess. You knew only too well that what he
was going to tell his friends was that he had met a guy who loved to dress up
like a pretty girl, and that she had sucked his cock, and that she wanted to meet
his friends to. You know as well as I do, that the only reason why they would
want to come and meet you is to have you suck their cocks to, right?"

"Yes... I... I guess that if you put it that way?"

"In all honesty, Princess, is there any other way to put it?"

"No... I guess not..." I wanted a crack in the floor to open up so that I could
crawl into it and disappear. It was becoming increasingly obvious to me that Mr.
J. Matheson really enjoyed humiliating me verbally. But, what choice did I have,
but to stay there and take it, take it like a woman?

"And... And you found that you really liked sucking their cocks, because it
pleased you to do the same things that any other real girl does?"

"Yes." I hated the humiliation, but his words were making me have a very painful
bulge in the front of my panties. I was glad that I had the good sense to lay my
purse on my lap, rather than having deposited on the floor beside me.

"I have to admit it, Debi... Even though I see how you look and act, I still find
it hard to believe that a real guy would ever do the kinds of things that you
have done, and then openly admit that he or I guess that I should say, 'she', had
actually enjoyed doing them. I just find that very hard to believe. You know what
I mean? Before I read your stories, it would never have entered my mind that a
guy could ever be like that."

"Yes, I know what you mean. But, that is the way that I am. I can't help it. I
don't know why I am like this, I just am. I wish that I could be a normal guy,
but these desires are in me, and they are too strong for me to stop them. It's
like I am addicted to wearing feminine clothes, and wanting to act like a real
female gets to act. I do not know how to explain it, but I love feeling womanly.
It is the only time that I feel like a human being. It is like some kind of
addiction. I have to do it, to maintain my sanity."

"You know honey, I kind of feel sorry for you. But, I also got to admit it, I am
also pretty glad about it to. Your stories really turned my crank, young lady. I
never would have thought that the idea of a pretty woman really being a boy,
would have excited me, but Princess, you really do excite me. I really like you
to. You have what I can only think of as being a feminine personality, and I
really like that about you."

"You do... You are really glad, I mean?"

"Hey, if you was a normal guy, and you had the good fortune to meet a chick who
got her rocks off by sucking cocks, you'd think that you hit some kind a jackpot,
wouldn't you?"

"I... I suppose? I don't really know. I don't think that I have ever really felt
feelings that normal guys feel."

"Well honey... Why don't you move over here, where I can get to know you a bit
better?"

This was it. This was the moment that I had been waiting for. I also knew that
there was no way that I would be able to deny how he made me feel. Once I stood
up, I would not be able to hide the bulge that pressed against the front of my
skirt. I'd been able to keep it hidden by folding my hands and my purse in my
lap, but that would not work when I stood up.

I was just too excited. Exposing my most secret feelings to this masculine man
had really turned my crank for me. I knew that this stranger would see the
evidence of how much I loved what he was doing to me, no matter what I tried to
say about it.

I looked at him. I knew that I could no longer prolong this moment of absolute
confession. I also knew that there was no way that I was ever going to shrink
down again, not when I was with such a man as this one was. I blushed again, as I
slowly stood up, and I smoothed my skirt down to hang at it's proper length, not
that he cared about that at all. I looked over at him. He was staring at the
bulge in my skirt, and he was shaking his head slowly from side to side.
Disbelief was written all over his face. I had never felt so embarrassed before
in my life. I wanted to die for my shame.

"Shee-it, man. You were not kidding about how much you like doing this kind of
stuff... If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it. Even
with that bulge in the front of your skirt though, I still think of you as being
a woman, you know that, Debi? Even seeing that there, I only think about you in
feminine terms. You look too good as a lady to be a real guy, you know?"

"I... I would prefer it, if you always thought of me as being a woman."

"You really would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes..." As I said that, I made my way around the coffee table, and swished
seductively over to where he was sitting. I could hear that sweet gentle swish of
my lingerie brushing over my nylons, that sound that is only associated with
feminine women.

When I got over to the couch, he sat up straight. I turned my back to him for a
moment, to sit down beside him as he had requested me to do. I had just reached
behind me, to smooth out my skirt to sit down, when I felt his big hands on my
waist. He was directing me to sit on his lap. I had never sat on a man's lap
before, and I thrilled as I felt his strong thighs under me, and then I felt his
cock. I knew that I was really turning him on to. Knowing that I could turn him
on like that really flattered my feminine ego.

He lightly wrapped one arm around me, as if to hold me on his lap, and all the
while, he kept sort of humping it up into my bum cheeks. I could tell that he was
pretty big down there. I settled onto his lap, folded my hands gracefully in my
lap, and turned to look up into his eyes. I wanted him to kiss me.

"You... You are wearing a corset, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"You like wearing those things?"

"Yes."

"Good. I like my ladies to be small and petite."

"I... I like my men to be just the opposite..." I blushed again with a very hot
face, as I allowed myself to say that to him. Now that I had met him, and got
some idea of what kind of man he was, I knew that I could really like Mr. J.
Matheson.

"Uh... What is the J stand for in your name?"

"Jonathan, but most people call me John or Johnny."

"I like Jonathan. It sounds strong. Do you mind of if I call you Jonathan?"

He squeezed my waist lightly and smiled at me. "Baby, if you like sucking cock
half as much as your stories say that you do, you can call me anything that you
want to call me."

"Uh... You know, sucking a cock is not the only thing that girls like to do. I
like everything else that real girls like to do, to."

"Like what sugar?"

"Well, every girl likes to feel that she is wanted, and not just for sex. She
likes to feel appreciated. She  wants to feel like she is really wanted. She
needs to feel cherished, when her man treats her romantically."

"Right, I got you. But, as you can feel, you got me wired right up there honey.
Before I can be any kind of romantic, I got to get that little problem solved
first. Are you going to take care of it for me, because it is your fault that it
is there, you know?"

I knew that I did not have any choice in it, but I had a perverse desire to hear
the words spoken. "You want me to take care of your problem for you, Jonathan?"

"I want you to suck my cock for me, Princess."

"Right now? You don't want to work up to it?"

"Oh, I see what you mean. Yeah. You are just like any other female when it comes
to stuff like that, aren't you? Nothing can ever be just straight foreword. You
all want to be romanced to, don't you?"

With that, he put his hand behind my head to hold me still, and he lowered his
lips to mine. His moustache scratched my lips in a most delightful way. I relaxed
and let my hands go to his chest. His chest was flat and hard. Then I slowly let
my hands rise to his neck, as he pushed his tongue between my lips and deep into
my mouth. I closed my eyes and I began to gently suck on his tongue. I could feel
his cock getting even harder under my bum. He was also moaning. Jonathon was a
very turned on man, and it was me, Miss Debi, who did it to him. He was so
strong, it thrilled me.  He kissed me all over my face, and he kept returning to
my lips, and shoving his tongue back into my mouth. I sat there passively,
enjoying being the lovee, rather than the lover. I wished I could spend all of my
life like this.

Then, much to my delight, I suddenly felt one of his hands caressing my nyloned
knees. I could feel the callused and the hard strong fingers, as they began to
pry my knees apart. I offered no resistance. I sucked in his tongue as I felt his
fingers slowly push their way up under my skirt, right all the way up to my panty
crotch.

His fingers probed at my crotch for a moment or to, which caused me to moan. I
love it when a man touches me there, right where my pussy should be. I clung to
him, as I enjoyed the feel of his strong fingers pressing up into my crotch. I
wished that I really did have a vagina there, for his fingers to enter me. What
he was doing, made me feel utterly girlish, and it was fantastic.

I opened my thighs a bit wider for him. Then his fingers began to slowly, ever so
teasingly slowly, caress up to the front of my panties, making me almost scream
in delight. It felt like each one of his fingers was bigger than my whole
cockette. It felt like he could break it right off if he wanted to. Then he
grasped me tightly, and I nearly did scream, it felt so wonderful. I would have
screamed, if my mouth had not been so full of his big tongue.

He caressed me through the silk of  my panties till I was just about ready to
cum, then he pulled his hand out from under my dress.

"Yep, I can sure see that you really do love this girl stuff all right. But, I
got to tell you, I love this stuff to. And if you don't get down there on your
knees soon, I am going to explode."

I giggled. "Well, we can't have that now, can we?"

"So... You are really going to suck my cock for me, Debi?"

"It's what you want me to do, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but is it what you want to do to? It is important for me to know that you
really want to do it to me. I don't get my rocks off on some kind of power trip,
forcing you to do it, even if that was my threat over the phone. I thought that I
would have to do that, in order to get you out here."

I smiled, leaned over and planted a little kiss on his lips, then kissed my way
to his left ear.

"This is what I want to do Mr. J. Matheson... I want to do what any other woman
would want to do with you. I love being a woman, and doing what real women do.
I'll do whatever you want me to do to you, Jonathan. If you want me to suck your
cock, I will be delighted to please you in that way."

Then I stood up and moved around till I was standing right in front of him,
between his wide spread knees. I slowly lowered myself to my knees. I could tell
by the look on his face that he was really not believing that all of this was
happening, that I was so willing to be his sissy cock sucker. I giggled inside. I
loved making him feel like that.

When I was kneeling on the floor, Jonathon stood up. He looked down at me, as I
looked up into his eyes. He made me feel so small, so delicate, and oh so
feminine. I smiled up at him, to let him know that I liked where I was at the
moment.

To really convince him of it though that I really did love being there and being
in this position with him, I reached up with my right hand, and placed the palm
against the front of his pants. Then I gently pressed, as I let my lips form a
kiss.

I could tell by the look of amazement on his face, that he still had difficulty
believing that another male would get so much pleasure out of doing what I was
doing. I let my fingers lightly grasp him, as I moved my hand up and down, and
his pleasure immediately registered on his face. I liked knowing that I was
giving this man so much pleasure, that it registered on his face like that.

Jonathon had made me like him, and I wanted to act like any woman does, when she
likes the man that she is with. I wanted him to like me to, as his pleasing
woman.


CHAPTER THREE



I watched him from my submissive position on my knees if front of him, as he
slowly undid his belt. Then I heard the loud rasp as I watched him lower his fly.
I watched as his fingers plucked at the remaining button. He let his pants go,
and they dropped to a pile at his feet, covering my knees. I heard the pocket
change rattle.

>From my perspective, all I could see was the big obscene bulge in the >front of
his white jockey shorts.

He hooked his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts, and pushed them down.
They fell to lay on to of his pants. His cock looked very big. He stood there,
with a look on his face that told me that he still did not really believe that I
was going to suck his cock for him. I wanted to convince him that I really did
want to be a woman for him.

I smiled up at him again, and I reached my left hand up. I lay my palm on his
shaft, and gently wrapped my fingers around it. Then I very slowly started to
masturbate him. I moved my hand back and forth very gently and slowly, as I
continued to look up at him.




I reached my left hand up. I lay my palm on his shaft, and gently wrapped my
fingers around it. Then I very slowly started to masturbate him. I moved my hand
back and forth very gently and slowly, as I continued to look up at him.  "You...
You really do like my cock, don't you Princess?"

"Yeah... It's so big, so hard Jonathan... I really like it... It's so manly."

"You... You are still going to suck it for me honey?"

"I'm going to try, Jonathan, but it is so big though, that I do not know if it
will fit inside of my mouth."

"If I remember, you do not like for your man to touch your head when you are
sucking his cock, right?"

"Yeah... That's right."

I raised myself up so that I was standing on my knees. His cock was at my mouth
level. I looked up again at him, as I smiled and placed the first kiss on the tip
of his cock. Then I began to enjoy myself. I loved his smell. I loved how he felt
so strong. I kissed his shaft and left lip stick traces all over the head of his
cock.

I knew that his cock was so big that it might not even fit into my mouth. I also
knew that the only way that it might fit in, was if I lubricated it. I began by
touching the head of his cock with my tongue. It tasted kind of salty, and I
liked it. I quickly licked the entire head of his cock, and then licked half way
down the shaft on one side, then all the way up to the head on the other side.
His moans of pleasure gratified me.

Now came the moment of truth for me. I looked up at him. Looking up at him made
me feel so weak and submissive, and those are feelings that I love experiencing.
They make me feel so womanly. I opened my mouth, and pressed my lips against the
head of his cock., all the while looking up at him. I could see the pleasure
register on his face, as I felt the big head of his cock slide slowly over my
lips, and pop into my mouth.

I saw more than his pleasure though. I saw his look of male superiority that
passed through his eyes, as he looked down at me, and I saw his sheer male lust.
I had never seen a man's lust for me before, and I liked it. It thrilled me to be
the source of such emotions for him.

I slowly and lovingly sucked his cock, as I moved my head slowly towards his
body. I felt the big muscle move ever so slowly across my lips, slide on my
tongue, and fill my cheeks, making them puff out. I wished that there was a
camera set up to record what I was doing. Maybe he'd take pictures some other
time. I was sure now, that this was not the last time that this cock was going to
be inside of my mouth.

I locked my lips lightly around his shaft, and slowly drew my head back, till
just the head of his cock was still inside of my mouth. I let it out of my mouth.
I gently fondled his erection, paying special attention to that sensitive area
under the head of his cock with my thumb. He looked so big and muscular from
where I was seeing him from.

"Well, Jonathan, do you believe me now, when I tell you that I like sucking a man
who makes me like him, just like a real woman likes sucking her man?"

"I can not deny that Princess. But you better do something quick. You got me so
horny that I'm going to cum all over your face if you don't put me back in your
mouth, real soon."

"Ummm... I might like that, I think, but I will take care of you, now, Jonathan.
Maybe next time, I will make you cum all over my face for me."

I put then end of his cock back inside of my mouth, and once again, I slowly
filled my mouth with it. I loved the way that it felt as I made it move across my
lips. I loved the way it felt as it throbbed on my tongue. I liked the way my
mouth felt so full, bulging out my cheeks.

My mouth was not big enough to take more than three inches of him inside of me,
but I could tell from his spasms and his groanings that it was more than enough
for him. Jonathan was really getting his rocks off.

I moved my head back again, till just the head of his cock was inside of my
mouth. I reached up with my right hand, and placed my thumb on that super
sensitive spot, right under the head of his cock, and gently squeezed. I started
to caress him there.

It was enough. I heard him let out a loud moan, and he coaxed me verbally, to
make him cum in my mouth.

I wanted to feel him cumming in my mouth. I did what he asked me to do. I
squeezed him tighter and I felt the first big glob of thick salty cream hit the
roof of my mouth with surprising force, and I felt it fall onto my tongue, as the
second jet of his cum hit me. Almost immediately I tasted the sweet saltiness of
his cum. I milked him like that, keeping all of the cum in my mouth, till he
nearly collapsed.

He had to sit down, and I kept him in my mouth even while he was sitting, and I
kept him there, till I felt him start to go soft in my mouth.

When I felt that he was completely drained, I took his cock out of my mouth,
licking him clean as I did so. Then I sat back on my heels and smiled at him. I
knew that I had a pleased grin on my face. I was ecstatic, to smile up at the man
whose cock I had just sucked.

"Did... Did you swallow it, honey?"

I opened my mouth to show him the big load of his cream that I had milked out of
him. being careful not to spill any, I liked the way the thick substance rolled
around on my tongue. I liked the salty taste of it to. I asked him if he wanted
me to swallow it.

"Every man's ego is stroked when his lady love swallows his sperm, honey."

I smiled at him, and I swallowed the thick salty cum. I had liked the feel of it
in my mouth. I liked the taste of him. I liked knowing that like any other girl,
I now had a man's cum in my belly. I opened my mouth to show him that I had
swallowed it all.

He sat forward, his elbows resting on his naked knees.

"Debi, I will never pretend to ever understand what drives you to do these things
that no normal guy would even want some one to even think that he'd do them, let
alone actually do them. But, I got to admit, you are one of the foxiest chicks I
have ever met. I can't believe how you can get me cranked up like you do. Hell,
some real women can't have the same effect on me that you have. So, I guess that
you had better get used to dressing up real pretty for me, and of spending a lot
of time on your knees, because you are one hot little piece of ass, Miss
Johnson."

I did not know what to say. I rose to my feet, and I sat beside him. In a moment,
his arms were squeezing me very tightly as he once again rammed his tongue into
my mouth. I yielded, willingly, submissively. This was a man who knew how to take
charge with a woman, and I really liked that. Only one of my previous boy friends
had ever done that, but he had not let me suck his cock for him. Jonathan was my
kind of man, I was pretty sure. I idly wondered what it would be like to become
his wife.

He held me like that, kissing me deeply for many long minutes. I lay back and
revelled in being the lovee. I loved it when the lover was making love to his
lovee, the lovee being me. I could not stop myself from reaching over though, and
taking his limp cock in my hand.

I began to slowly masturbate him again till he started to get semi hard again. I
wanted to suck him some more. I was kind of surprised at just how strong my
desire to suck him again was. I wanted to feel his cock inside of my mouth again.
I really wanted to make love to him, by sucking his cock again, for him. But
Jonathan had a different idea.

"Honey, I want you to come upstairs with me." He took my hand and led me up the
stairs. He led me into a beautifully appointed, but very obviously a very
feminine girl's bed room. My mind swooned as I looked around, and I wished that I
had been the girl who had grown up in such a room.

Jonathan seemed to sense how I was feeling, and he led me over to the canopied
bed. I wondered who she had been, and if she had liked her room as much as I was
liking it. I would have given anything to have been able to spend my childhood
years in such a pretty place.

"Honey, this was my daughter's room. It is just exactly the way it was when she
left me. She would have been eighteen, if she had lived three more days. I... I
think that you are just about the same size that she was, so...What I want to
know is, how would you feel about it if I asked you to sometimes wear some of her
clothes, for me?"

"Oh, Jonathan, I would love that. Don't you remember? In the one story that I
wrote, in 'The Sixties Girl", I talked about my date with the older man, Johnny?
Johnny let me wear all of his daughter's clothes, and took pictures of me in
them. It made me feel wonderful, to be standing there, wearing a dress that he
had last seen on his own daughter. I can't look like a seventeen year old, but I
would love to wear her clothes, if... If they will fit me, and if... If you will
promise to act like my daddy when I do wear them?"

"Don't you worry about that Princess. And to prove it, the very first time that I
see you in one of Amanda's dresses, I will turn you over my knee, and tan your
pantied bum for you. Would you like that?"

"I... Uhhh... I don't know if I would like it. I have never been spanked when I
was a female. In all honesty though, I think that I probably would l like it. If
I don't like it, will you stop spanking me, when I ask you to?"

Debi is taught how to behave with respect to a man.   She likes it when her man
spanks her.

"No Princess, I would not stop it, just because you did not like it. A spanking
is for punishment. A spanking is not supposed to be enjoyed. But, I would really
like it if you would come over and spend a couple of days here some time. You
could use this room, and everything that is in it, but of course I would expect
you to sleep in my bed. Is there a problem with that?"

"No sir. I... I would like to do that some time. I... I have always wanted a
strong man to treat me like I was his daughter."

"Good girl. I am glad to hear that. Now pretty lady, you have been wonderful to
me. I ain't no fairy cock sucker like you are, no offence intended, but that is
what you are, and I ain't one like you, but I do want to pleasure you. What I
want you to do is to lay back on Amanda's bed, and do nothing else except look
pretty for me."

I lay on the bed, looking up at the canopy, wishing that I could live in this
room for the rest of my life. I could not see what Jonathan was doing, but he
returned to the bed and he had a very pretty pink and white lace satin camisole
in his hand.

He leaned over and kissed me ever so tenderly and lightly on the lips. Then he
changed his mind, and lay on the bed beside me. I lay there, feeling very small,
and very feminine beside him. Then he rolled up on top of me, and spent a long
time kissing my face.

I loved it. I loved how it felt to have this man's weight laying on top of me. I
lay there hoping it would go on and on for a very long time. With my fingers, I
encouraged him by playing with the short hair on the back of his neck. With my
mouth, I egged him on, but chewing at his lips and sucking on his tongue.

The ever present erection in my panties was driving me crazy, as his weight
pressed down on it. His weight was grinding the intimate girl material of my
panties into my only few inches of boy hood. I could feel that he had another
hard on to. That really flattered me. I bucked up into him crotch, trying to
drive him crazy for me.

When he had his fill of kissing me, he got off the bed, and he removed his shirt.
Then he sat on the edge of the bed and removed his socks. As he was doing so, I
reached around to his front, to caress his cock. He turned around and gazed at me
for a long minute, with an expression of, amazement on his face.

"I still can not believe how much you seem to like playing with my cock, young
lady. You seem to like cock as much as real girls do... But... You can bet your
pretty little ass, that I sure am glad that you do like it."

I smiled up at him. He was right. I liked feeling the way a girl does, when it
comes to being dressed up pretty, and having a girl's freedom to enjoy the feel
of a man's hard throbbing cock in her hand. I was very happy. I could say
nothing. I just continued to stroke him to let him know that I liked what he had
for me.

Jonathan then he turned sideways, and he worked my skirt up so that it was piled
up on my tummy. He gently caressed the front of my panties for a few minutes,
which almost drove me crazy with pent up excitement. Then he got up on the bed,
on his hands and knees. He sidled backwards, till his head was right over the
front of my panties, and his big cock was pressing gently but quite firmly
against my lips. I did not need an engraved invitation. I just assumed that his
cock was mine for the sucking, should I wish to suck it.

I began kissing all over the head of his cock, then I proceeded to licking his
cock, and then took the head of it into my mouth. I could not suck a lot of it
into my mouth because his thighs were so long that his midriff was quite high up
in the air, but I was able to get a good two or three inches into me, and I
sucked on it, licking it for him. I hoped that he would last longer this time,
because I loved sucking it and I wanted to suck it for as long a time as I could.

I could feel Jonathan, as he lowered my panties. I felt the cool air on my nearly
hairless cockette. Then I felt him wrap the camisole that he had brought from the
drawers, around it, and he began to gently masturbate me. I knew that given the
kind of masculine image that he had of himself, that this was a real sacrifice
for him to do this for me, just to pleasure me. I responded by wrapping my arms
around his waist, and pulling myself up, so that I could get more of his cock
into my mouth.

I could not stop moaning or writhing about, and I knew that I was going to cum
any second. He was grasping me very tightly, grinding the girl's under wear
material into my cockette, and it was very exciting for me. I felt him stiffen
just before he started to fill my mouth again, and it made me explode into his
hand.

He milked me as I sucked him dry once more. After a too brief an orgasm, I was
totally drained. I felt totally drained and for the first time in my life, truly
emotionally satisfied. A man had made love to me, like I was his woman. I was
amazed at the intensity of the emotion that settled into me. It was wonderful. I
was at long last, a woman in a man's eyes. All I wanted to do was to snuggle up
to him and have him hug me and kiss me some more.

I let go of my grasp around his waist, and sank back down into the bed. I felt
his cock leak one more drip onto my lips, and I licked it off. Jonathan got off
the bed, then lay down beside me. He left the camisole wrapped around my
cockette. He took me into his arms, and passively, I accepted his loving embrace.
I loved the way this man was treating me, and I would do anything that he asked
me to do. Hungrily, I sucked his tongue back into my mouth. I felt so womanly,
and so loved. He kissed me like that for a long time before he started to speak
to me again.

"So, young lady, what do you think? You think you can be a pretty girl friend for
an old codger like me?"

I turned to him, and craned my neck up so that I could kiss his lips.

"Jonathan, I did not know what to think when you first called, but I had to admit
that I am glad that you called me. I have really enjoyed myself today. You are a
man that knows how to make a lady feel like she is a foxy lady, if you know what
I mean?"

"Well, I feel about the same way about you, Debi. Now honey, why don't you get
yourself cleaned up, and wash out that lingerie that you soiled, and meet down
stairs in the kitchen, eh?"

I kissed him again, as he got off the bed and picked up his shirt and socks, and
headed for what I assumed was his own bed room. I looked at his naked form, and I
was glad that he was no dog. Most women I think, would like to catch a man like
Jonathan. Fortunately for me, I am the one who got him. I watched the muscles
ripple in his back as he walked, and I knew that he was strong enough to do
anything that he chose to do with me, and there would be absolutely nothing that
I could do about it. I had no strength in comparison to this man who had just
taken a controlling interest in my life.

I smiled to myself, because I liked knowing what was happening to me with this
man. He was the kind of man I had always tried to stay away from, but I knew that
I could easily fall in love with such a dominant and masculine man. His maleness
brought out my feminine bent of character. His maleness intimidated me, a
constant reminder of my own inadequacy as a male, and I loved every second of it.



Chapter Three



I went into the bath room that was off my new bed room, and took a nice hot
shower, being careful not to wet my hair, as I did not want to spend time on it
right then. I also did not want to redo my makeup either, so I was very careful
to not get my face wet either. I had left my clothes on the bed, intending to put
them back on again after the shower.

But as I walked back into the room, being naked in such a femininely appointed
room, made me feel very vulnerable, and I also felt some how connected to the
girl who had grown up in this room. Suddenly her father's words about how he
would like for me to wear some of her clothes some time popped back into my mind.
I had not intended to put any of Amanda's clothes on, but I did feel very sexy
about the idea of being expected to wear some of her clothes in the future. I
figured that it could not hurt to spend a few minutes looking at what she had,
after all.

I was giddy and excited as I walked over to the nearest bureau and I spent a good
ten minutes sorting through the neatly piled assortment of pastel coloured
lingerie that was in her drawers. It was obvious that Jonathan had bought his
daughter only the finest of lingeries. I wondered how I would feel about getting
into the pants of the dead girl, literally.

With some of my curiosity satisfied, I then I went over to the sliding doors of
the closet. It had a very big mirror on one of the sliding doors. My little
apparatus was hidden neatly behind the towel that I was still wearing. And I was
pleased to see that I looked every inch a female. I even started to get hard
again, thinking about being in this girl's room, and having experienced such
intimacy with her father.

I slid the door back, and gazed into the veritable cornucopia of pastel colours,
of her dresses and skirts. They were beautiful. The closet still had that lovely
delicate scent that so often seems to always be in young ladies closets. There
was also a very neat row of about two dozen pairs of shoes and winter boots and
girl's coloured sneakers all arranged neatly on the floor.

But my eye fell on a bright blue blazer. It struck me that it looked like it
might be a part of a uniform, for some reason. I pushed the clothes in front of
it back a few inches, and pulled the hanger with the blazer on it out of the
closet.

I caught my breath. It looked like... Yes, it was. It was an actual uniform, a
school girl's uniform. I could hardly believe my good fortune. I'd often ogled
pictures of boy's and girls, in Catholic girl's School uniforms, and now I
actually had one in my hands. I could not muster the discipline to put it back
into the closet. Jonathon's words about how he was going to turn me over his knee
and spank me the first time that he sees me in Amanda's clothes came back, but
the desire to try on Amanda's uniform was too strong. I melted inside. I could
not resist my urge to try on the pretty outfit.

I shrugged my shoulders, realising that if he did spank me, at least I would find
out about if I liked being spanked or not. I carried the uniform over to the bed,
and slowly removed the uniform from the hanger. There was a kilt like skirt in a
dark plaid, mostly of shades of blues. The skirt was quite heavy, and it had a
very large silver safety pin in the front of it.

There was also a white silk blouse, with a ruffle at the wrist length cuffs, and
the blouse actually buttoned up the back. There was a blue bow tie that clipped
onto the rounded lace trimmed collar of the blouse. It was not anything like a
boy's bow tie though. The bows were quite a bit bigger than a boy's bow tie, and
there were two blue satin six inch streamers that hung down from it. At least, it
looked like it might be made of satin, and it was very soft to the touch. It was
too feminine a garment for me to even think about resisting the urge to try it
on.

Once I had it laid out on the bed, there was just no possibility that I would be
able resist my desire to wear it. I decided that if I was going to try on
Amanda's uniform, that I might just as well go all the way, and wear nothing but
her clothing, including some of her lovely under wear.

I went back to the bureau and had soon collected a matching set of panties,
camisole, bra, half slip, all in a pale yellow satin and a garter belt. I'd also
found some sheer nylon hose, though I was not sure if I should wear the hose or a
pair of blue knee socks. I did not even want to put my own corset back on, but I
was sure that I needed to wear a corset. Fortunately, in one of the drawers, I
found a very pretty waist nipper that was satin inside and covered with white and
pink over the outside. It even had boning in the sides.


I decided not to wear nylons, but to wear a pair of Amanda's silk knee socks.
Then I went back to the closet and selected a pair of black Mary Jane styled
shoes that had small two inch heels, with small gold coloured buckles on the
outsides of the shoes. I was pretty sure that Amanda might have worn exactly the
same things on any given school day, and had spent that day sitting in a class
room, as a school girl. I could not believe how excited I was. I envied her for
being not only allowed to wear such lovely clothing to school, but for being
expected to wear such an outfit as her normal every day wear. I could hardly
believe that I was actually getting the chance to wear the very same clothes that
a real school girl had worn to a real school.

I sat on the bed, and worked the knee socks up over my feet. I did not know what
kind of material they were made of, but they were very soft. They sure felt like
they were made of silk. I put on the bra, and put my false breasts into the satin
lined cups. I wondered if Amanda had liked the feel of the satin cups on her
breasts. Then I wrapped the waist nipper around my waist and pulled the laces as
tightly as I was able to pull them. It was quite uncomfortable, but if I was
going to have a school girl figure, I decided that the lack of comfort was worth
it.

Then, I raised the camisole over my head and looked up inside of it. This was a
sight that only Amanda had ever seen before. I had a strange feeling, as I was
slowly donning her school clothes, that I was some how being connected with the
girl. It was like I was beginning to get a sense of how she had felt about
herself, and other things. I liked this sense of sharing Amanda's innermost
intimate feelings with her.

I stood up and stepped into her panties. They felt so wonderful as I drew them up
my legs, and adjusted the panty waist at my nipped in waist line. I had such a
big erection, that the idea of hiding it, or of putting it back between my legs,
where it would have been nestled in the panty crotch that had caressed Amanda's
private parts was totally out of the question. Besides, I knew that the skirt
would flare out enough to hide it.

I lightly ran my pink nailed finger tips across the front of her panties, and I
shivered. My effeminated private parts were ever so intimately caressed, by the
very same materials that had caressed her most intimate girl parts. Once again, I
envied her, for not having a thing like that making such a bulge in the front of
her panties.

I stepped into the half slip and raised it up and adjusted the elastic waist band
as well. It was quite a bit shorter than I had thought that it would be. The lace
trim was nearly three inches above my knees. It felt ever so wonderful though.

I lovingly slipped the sleeves of the beautiful silk blouse up my arms, and
struggled with the buttons till I had every last button done up my back. The
blouse fit me well. Then I unfurled the kilt, and wrapped it around my waist. It
was a wee bit tight, but I could wear it. I wrapped it one and a half times
around my waist and secured the three inch long leather belt and buckle at my
left side. The large silver pin was resting above my left knee, at the front of
the kilt. The kilt was only long enough to just barely cover the lacy hem of my
slip. There was also a girl's styled sporran suspended from a delicate silver
chain.

It felt so strange to know that I was wearing a real honest to God, Catholic
School Girl's uniform, complete in authenticity right down to the sexy lingerie.
I picked up the blazer, and slid my arms into it. I plucked at the ruffled cuffs
till all of the ruffle was showing from the blazer's sleeves. I felt so giddy as
I leaned against the bed post for balance, as I stepped into the shoes, and found
them just a tad bit tight, but I could live with them. They were probably only a
half size smaller than my own girl's shoes anyway.

I just stood there, and closed my eyes, enjoying the sense of intimate connection
that I was feeling with the girl who had last worn these clothes. My erection was
so hard that I was afraid that the contact with the soft panty material was going
to make me explode. I'd never been so excited before. I usually always had an
erection whenever I had panties on, but this was more sensuous somehow than every
other time. I felt so intimately connected with the pretty young girl, and her
feelings, and that was what was so exciting to me.

I have to also admit that one of the more exciting aspects of what I was doing,
was knowing that very soon the father of the girl in whose clothes I was clad,
was soon going to see me.  He was going to see me while I was wearing the same
clothes that he had last seen on his own daughter. I almost wanted to have her
daddy spank me, while I wore her uniform. The whole idea was terribly erotic to
me. I do not like pain in any degree. And I was hoping that he would not really
spank me. But the whole idea of the humiliation of laying across his knees, while
I was wearing his daughter's clothing was very exciting to me. I wanted to feel
having him push my skirt up, and then to feel the sting of his hand on my pantied
bum, the same panties that he might have spanked when they were on his own
daughter, was just too exciting for words.

I walked over to look at my reflection in the mirror. If my face had been younger
looking, I would have looked like a real Catholic Girl School student. I imagined
what it must have felt like to sit in a desk, with such a short skirt on. The
skirt hem just barely covered the top of my knees. There was about five inches of
skin that could be seen, from where the tops of my knee socks where were folded
down, just below my knees, to the hem of my skirt.

Any modern teenaged Catholic school girl would find it entirely normal to wear
such a skirt as this, but I was quite unused to the experience, and I felt very
exposed and vulnerable. I guess that it was just part of what being a normal girl
feels like. The numerous tiny pleats of the kilt made it seem kicky and the hem
flounced around with even the smallest of my hip movements. It was so cute.



The numerous tiny pleats of the kilt made it seem kicky and the hem flounced
around with even the smallest of my hip movements. It was so cute. I was cute in
it.

My blazer was a perfect length in the sleeves. The small ruffle of the blouse's
sleeves peeked out in a cute way. The bottom part of the blazer though went down
to about an inch above the kilt's hem. I chose to leave it unbuttoned, because I
liked seeing the big pin. It was a very pretty uniform in deed. Once I had the
bow tie affixed, I gazed at myself, seeing for the very first time, what I might
have looked like, if I had been allowed to go to a Catholic Girl's School.

I noted that there was a rather ornate looking emblem on the breast pocket, over
my left breast. It said, "St. Michael's Academy for Young Ladies." I felt ever so
wonderful wearing this uniform. I hoped that Jonathan would not be upset at
seeing me in it, but I just could not resist the desire to wear it. I could also
not resist the desire to be seen wearing it either.

Now it was time to go down and let my new daddy see what his new daughter looked
like , when she was all dressed up for school. I felt so weak and vulnerable, as
I made my way down the stairs, knowing that Amanda had walked down the same
stairs, wearing the same clothing, and being seen by the same daddy.

The pretty and feminine flouncing of the kilt's hem made with each of my steps,
made me feel even more vulnerable and exposed, more girlish. I loved the
sensations it gave me. I was almost intoxicated, I felt so giddy. This was a
dream come true.

I walked down the hall way that led into the kitchen. I stopped in the door way.
Jonathan was standing there, stirring in a pan on the stove. He was wearing a
pair of loose fitting boxer shorts, and a pair of sandals. Considering the way I
was dressed, it was almost a laughing matter.

I cleared my throat. I was some what scared. What if he had not meant what he had
said. Would he be so mad at me that he would beat me up? "Uhhh... Hello, Daddy?"

Jonathan turned slowly around to look me over, very slowly. I blushed. I knew
that it was respectful for young ladies to curtsy when they come into the
presence of elders, and so, feeling completely girlish, I plucked at my skirt
hems, and executed a shallow but pretty curtsy. This overtly feminine submissive
act of respect, emphasised in my mind, that it was I who was in the submissive
role, of the two of us.

"O... Oh, my..." Jonathan just stared at me. I blushed and I let my eyes fall
from his face. As they fell, I could see that Jonathan had a bulge growing in the
front of his shorts, and I knew that I had done the right thing, He liked me...
He liked me a lot in this uniform.

"You... You are quite a beautiful young lady.... Miss Debi..."

"Thank you, kind sir..." and I curtsied again in acceptance of the girl oriented
compliment. It was not a compliment that would ever be given to a boy. I blushed
to.

I walked slowly over to him, feeling the heavy material of my kilt slapping the
soft silkiness of my slip against the backs of my bare thighs, with every step. I
was acutely aware that the girl who had worn this uniform before me, had felt the
same feelings, maybe even standing in the same spot that I was in.

Yes... I thought to myself, dreamily, Amanda had felt the same sensations,
whenever she had walked over to her daddy, just like I was doing. Only, I wanted
to do something that Amanda had never done, at least I was pretty sure that she
had never done it.

When I got over to stand about a foot away from the man, I stopped in front of
him. I was very aware of the bulge that had grown in the front of his skimpy
shorts. I was flattered that a man could feel like that about me, just by looking
at me.

"Do you want me to take care of that problem for you, Jonathan?"

"Yes..." he rasped out. He was really turned on by what I had done. I could not
believe that I was ready to suck his cock for the third time that day already,
and yet I wanted to. I wanted to wear this pretty uniform, and suck his manly
cock for him. I wanted to pleasure him very much.

I smiled up at him, as I slowly and gracefully began to bend my legs, lowering
myself to kneel in front of him. When I felt my knees on the cool tiles of the
kitchen floor, I moved my right hand up to grasp the bulge, then I moved my
fingers, so that they could pull his erection out through the fly of his boxer
shorts. I could not believe how girlish and utterly feminine I felt, as I kneeled
there, in clothing that he had last seen on his own daughter. I opened my mouth
and moved my head foreword. All the while, I was looking up at his lust clouded
eyes.

I felt the dry skin of his cock head on my lips. I touched it with my tongue, and
very slowly, I wet the entire cock head. Then I pressed my head against it, and I
felt the hard shaft slowly begin to slide across my soft sensitive pink lips, and
his cock filled the insides of my mouth once again. I was sure that Jonathan was
seeing the way his big cock head was bulging and pushing out the sides of my
cheeks. It felt so big inside of my mouth that I was certain the effects could be
clearly seen by my daddy.

He was so hot that he just started cumming, almost immediately. I was kind of
disappointed about that, because it meant that I could not keep his cock in my
mouth for very long. I had been looking forward to giving him a very long teasing
blow job, enjoying the sensations of doing it while I was wearing his daughter's
clothing. In a matter of minutes though, he was growing soft in my mouth, and I
had one more load of protein rich cum in my belly.

When he got soft, I pulled my head back, and used my right hand to put him back
into his boxers. Then I stood up in front of him. I raised up onto my tippy toes
and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed
me so tight that I could hardly breath, and he drove his tongue into my mouth. I
raised my arms to hold onto his neck, so that I would not fall. I felt so
wonderfully weak and vulnerable, being squeezed against his body the way that I
was.

I gently sucked on his tongue, as his hands went down to my bum, squeezed me very
tightly, then he started to inch my skirt up, till his hands were on my pantied
cheeks. It felt so wonderful to me to feel his strong fingers kneading my pantied
flesh. I melted into him and I sucked his tongue.

"Uhhh... We better stop this before we burn the dinner," he finally said as he
reluctantly let me go.

I went back down on my feet, and I smiled up in what I hoped was a shy and
coquettish smile. Then I turned and started searching through the drawers for the
cutlery. I also found the plates and the glasses. I went to the refrigerator and
saw that there was a half full bottle of white wine there, so I removed it and
filled the glasses with it's contents.

By the time the table was set, the dinner was ready. It was nothing fancy, just
hamburgers and fries, but it tasted delicious. We ate, and most of the time,
Jonathan held my hand on the table's surface. I really liked that. When the meal
was over, he wrapped an apron around me, and I washed while he dried. He said it
was easier to get dishes wet than it was to get them dry, so this time, I could
do the easy job. I found that I was really liking Jonathan. I was finding that I
was glad that he was the one who was black mailing me. He was a very sexy man, in
my eyes, anyway.

When everything was put away, he went to the basement to get another bottle of
wine. I went into the living room and turned on the television again. I also went
into the bath room to refresh my makeup. I was amazed at how sucking cock had
removed my make up for me.

When I returned to the living room, Jonathan was already there, seated on the
couch. He patted his lap, indicating that this was where he wanted me to sit. I
smiled, feeling giddy, and very feminine as I walked over and gracefully placed
my bum into his lap.

"You know Princess, I promised you that I was going to spank you the first time
that I see you in Amanda's clothes, eh? You remember that honey?"

"Yes..., I remember."

"So, you put on her school uniform, which by the way looks very attractive on
you, anyway, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." "Well, that makes me believe one of two things. It has to be that
you hoped that I would not spank you, which I am pretty sure that you know better
than to believe about me, even though we have not really known each other for
very long. The other thing is that you put it on because you wanted me to turn
you over my knees, and spank your pantied bum for you. So, which is it, Miss
Debi?"

"I... I don't know. I guess that I was hoping that you would like me enough when
you saw what I was wearing, that you would not carry out your promise... I
guess?"

"You know what honey?"

"What."

"I think that you just lied to me, that is what I think. What do you think of
that?"

"I... I don't know?" I was definitely getting some nervous twitches. I was also
feeling some twitches under my bum cheeks again to.

"Well, since you don't know, I guess that I have to assume that I am right about
you?"

I did not say anything. The fingers of both of my hands were playing nervously
with the hem of my kilt.

"Well, I guess that your reaction pretty well confirms my opinion. Little ladies
do not lie to their daddies. You have to be punished for lying to me, Debi. Do
you understand that?"

"I... I guess?"

"Okay honey, stand up and don't move."

I stood up and Jonathan got to his feet. He went out of the room, and he returned
about three minutes later, with a yellow plastic foot long ruler in his left
hand. He sat again, in the middle of the couch.

Before I could even realise what was happening to me, he grasped my left forearm
and pulled me off balance. I landed across his lap, belly down. His right arm
pressed down across the tops of my shoulders, and his left leg went over my legs
right behind the knees, so that I was immobile. I could not move, even if I had
wanted to.

"Are you going to promise that you will not try to get up, if I loosen my hold on
you?"

"Yes... Sir."

His right arm relieved the pressure on my shoulders. In a few moments, I felt his
hand exploring the back of me. His hands gently caressed my skirted bum for a few
minutes. Then he began to slowly push my skirt up, revealing my soft silk and
lace panties to his eyes.

His strong finger tips gently caressed the surface of my panties for a few
minutes, as he told me what pretty panties I was wearing, and what a pretty
girlish bum that I had. Then I heard a swish and a sharp stinging sensation on my
bum. Before I hardly even felt the first one, the second one came down and it
seemed like it would never end. It was so painful that I lost track after the
first five.

My bum had never hurt so bad, ever. It was bad enough that I began to try and
kick my way out. When that did not work, I began to cry to try and relieve the
pain in some way. Nothing worked. Jonathan must have been taking an awful lot of
frustration out on me, by the time he was done spanking me. I was wracked with
sobs. Then he threw the ruler onto the floor, and he gently began caressing my
pantied cheeks for a few minutes. After that, he lowered my panties and gently
fondled my red aching cheeks.

He did not say very much, but then he pulled my panties back up and told me that
I could get up. I must have looked very cute to him, as I stood up and rubbed the
back of my skirt with both of my hands, because he watched me for a moment and
then burst out laughing. He finally told me it was because I just made such a
cute picture, standing there like a little five year old, rubbing my bum cheeks,
after she had gotten a spanking.

Fortunately, the pain subsided fairly quickly. I gingerly sat back on his knee.
He put his hand up under my skirt, and discovered that I had a raging hard on in
the front of my panties. He teased me about how much I must have liked being
spanked, in order to get such a boner in my panties. As he teased me, he was
gently masturbating me through my panties. It was so erotic that all I could do
was moan and try hard not to soil the panties. I clung to his neck, as though to
get more strength to stop myself from cumming in my panties. Jonathan just turned
me on so much.

He kept at me though. He was kissing my face, and he was squeezing me pretty
hard, grinding the girl material of his daughter's pretty panties into the
vulnerable member. He made me talk to him about how much I loved feeling like a
weak vulnerable pretty little girl. Every time I answered one of his questions
along those lines, completely exposing the most deeply rooted secrets to him, I
felt even more and more vulnerable, if that was possible.

It made me even more turned on to be admitting my submissive nature to a man who
would not hesitate to use it against me, to get his own way with me. Every
confession that came out of my mouth was taking me more and more into the
submissive role with this man. He now knew things about me that I had never
admitted to anyone else. I was his submissive little lady now, and I had no
choice about it.

The realisation that my confessions was condemning me to a relationship of
servitude to this man, made me more turned on than I have ever been before. He
made me cum in his hand, and he milked me, making me orgasm at the same moment
that I was admitting my love of being turned into his submissive little girl, who
wanted to make her daddy very happy. This relationship of the orgasm to the
humiliation seemed to make my subservience to him all that more certain.

He finally let me go. He told me to wash up the soiled lingerie that I had messed
up. He told me that he had to go to the barn, as it was milking time, so it was
time for me to go home. He told me that he expected me to be back next Saturday
at the same time. He kissed me, patted my bum, and said good bye to me. Then he
walked out the front door. He did turn and smile at me, and told me that if I
wanted to take anything of Amanda's home to wear, that I could do so.

I returned to my new bed room, and slowly disrobed. I washed the slip and the
panties, and then replaced everything else in the closet. I just had to take some
of Amanda's under wear though, because it was so pretty. I also knew that it was
because I knew that I was going to have many orgasms while I was wearing it,
while I thought about my new daddy, and how he treats me, and much more about how
he expects me to treat him.

I could not believe, when I glanced at my watch that four hours had passed
already. My bum was still pretty sore, as I hit some pot holes on the way home
along the country roads. I was also strangely happy. I knew that I had just been
black mailed into a terrible ordeal, with no idea of how long it would last, or
even where it would take me, and yet I had another erection in my panties, just
thinking about it.

Either I was getting more perverse, or his dominance of me was bringing out the
true degree of my submissive nature. I did not know which, and I did not care
which. All that I knew for certain was that I now had a man lover who treated me
the way I wanted to be treated.

I wondered if he might ever put a ring on my finger, and ask me to move in with
him. I kind of hoped so.