This is a story written over a period of time (when I had time that is) consisting of 10 parts. I regard it as highly erotic and covers one persons journey through 5 years of their life. If you are not into transgenderism then I suggest that this story is not for you. It is not all about sex, sex and more sex (granted there is a LOT of sex) but you may need tissues for other reasons too. A large part of this story concerns the feelings, the highs as well as the lows of the subject.
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Part 3 – The Hook
12 months later ...
The ride home (I call it home now as I didn't sleep in my flat from that night forth, I slept in Marie's Chelsea apartment) was a little dreamlike, she asked if I wanted to walk the path with her and I said yes. I wanted to learn, I needed to learn and that was that.
Over the next 6 months Marie trained me to be a sub. I was to do her bidding whether it was sexual or domestic chores, not that I ever thought of them as chores, I was having too much fun. In order to keep our relationship a secret my address 'changed' from my cosy flat to an address in west London, purely for postal reasons. One of Marie's contacts kept us supplied with all correspondence sent there. Work also changed, she had arranged to transfer me into her department as her assistant - if only they knew how true that was.
At home I left first in the morning and had to be first back in the afternoon. My first job was to see what I would be wearing as Marie would leave my ensemble laid out on my bed. It was invariably feminine slinky and it was all mine. We never shared clothes, apart from the fact that all hers hung from me like rags.
We didn't sleep together in the traditional sense, when she felt the need for sexual gratification we had sex. I was at her beck and call ALL the time and I was punished for tardiness, I was punished if I was not spotlessly clean, I was punished if my chores were not done to her satisfaction but I was rewarded too for good behaviour. On those evenings where I was deemed to have completed my chores to her satisfaction and been subservient enough, she would allow me to bring her to orgasm either with a toy, my mouth and even more rarely my cock. She did show me the pleasures of prostate massage and that first night she had me screaming in ecstasy as I oozed what seemed to be half a pint of cum from my cock all over her hand.
The need for a 'traditional' orgasm was becoming less and less all the time. Of course the pain sessions were present too. Had I been particularly bad (it got to a point when I was bad on purpose just to experience these sessions) I would be severely punished. She had all sorts of equipment which she could set up from slings to restraints that attached to the bed, but each time my cock would ooze with my liquid sex and every time I would bring Marie to orgasm somehow.
She would occasionally arrange to meet other male partners, not necessarily active members of the D/S scene but people who would think that I was a cuckold partner and would delight in fucking Marie in front of me. On these occasions my duties were to suck the cocks of her partners to make them ready for Marie's pussy or ass, they would fuck and I was to clean both he and Marie up afterwards. I will admit to a certain amount of trepidation the first time I sucked cock, but it was a nice sized one and clean and he wasn't too rough. She even taught me how to deep throat.
I was very used to the taste of man sperm the first time I was ordered to suck a guy off to completion. That was a bit of a misnomer actually, I didn't really suck him off until he came, he fucked my face until he blew his wad down my throat and I had to swallow hard and fast as his cock was jammed past my tonsils. I almost passed out from lack of oxygen but I still remember and crave the feeling of warm sticky sperm sliding into my gullet.
It wasn't just men she entertained, she did throw the occasional party for her D/S friends and Kate was always there with her slave. One evening was a party for her slave, it was his birthday. Not his biological one however, he was celebrating 4 years as a willing slave to mistress Kate and he was to be treated well. Seeing as I was such an accomplished cock sucker I was given the honours of sucking him off and I added his creamy sperm to the contents of my stomach. My mouth wasn't unoccupied for long however because I was ordered to lick every woman off to orgasm and on no account was I to use my hands. 4 satisfied pussies later I was faced with mistress Kate's cock right before my eyes. My jaw ached from all the work and now I had Kate's monster cock to contend with. I gave myself a second and kissed to tip of her knob, my tongue reached out and flicked the sensitive glans circling it before opening my mouth and sucking the head in, my tongue never still but circling and flicking over the sensitive part on the underside of her head. I removed it and traced my tongue down the entire length and back on the underside. Another time on her head and a little deeper coating her cock in my saliva for what I knew was going to be the mother of all throat fucks. I had eventually coated her entire penis and went for gold but try as I might I couldn't get her entire cock in my mouth because I was on all fours.
Kate obviously knew what the problem was because the next thing I knew, I was hoisted bodily into the air and deposited onto my back on the sofa with my head over the edge and my legs in the air. I was looking up at her straight into her eyes from between her tits and seeing pure lust overtake that beautiful face. She lowered her cock to my mouth and I was suddenly reminded of continental drift and she slowly pushed her head past my partly open lips and onwards. Just at the point of cutting off my airway she stopped and withdrew, unsure how far to go. To help her I placed my hands on her butt cheeks and gently pulled her back in, took a deep breath and kept on pulling. I could feel my throat stretch but I was sure I could manage to get her entire length. To that end I kept pulling her in and pushing her out, snatching a breath when I could until more and more of her was occupying my throat and it wasn't just her that was breathing heavily. There was complete silence in the room except for the noises my mouth was making and the heavy rasping breath coming from mistress Kate.
Sure enough I eventually had my nose buried in Kate's perfectly shaved scrotum, the smell her sweat and her sex was almost overpowering and my throat was bulging with the cock head secreted there. From this point Kate took over, knowing that I could indeed take all she had to offer she proceeded to give me the biggest throat fuck of my life. I had to time her thrusts with my breathing but I was determined to feel her spunk pump into me. At the same time I could feel my cock soaking the satin knickers with my cum which only served to intensify Kate's movements. She was soon fucking my constantly open mouth hard and I could sense her impending orgasm as her balls tightened in her sack, her movements getting more and more wild as my own cock continued to stream thin cum, soaking me to my belly button. Finally she started to pump, great gob after gob of thick creamy spunk which I was unable to swallow with her cock somewhere in my throat, now I had to swallow and breathe in time before that monster once again blocked my chance. Because of the sheer amount of cum and my inability to get rid of it all some started to dribble from my mouth and across my face, luckily she had almost expended her vast resources and with one final push I felt the last drop.
She withdrew her cock to allow to me swallow what was left but left it within reach so I could clean her up, which I did with relish, soon she was all perfectly cum free and I was allowed to return to a more upright position. I was met with the approving gaze of my mistress and lover, I knew I had done good.
My panties were completely soaked with my own cum so I was ordered to go change and clean myself up. After that the party went with quite a swing, lots of wine was drunk (by the ladies of course) and the occasional muff diving was performed, notes taken and compared but everyone agreed that I had the most talented mouth in the room, which did not bode well for the rest of the slaves. That night I was permitted to sleep in the same bed as my mistress, only after I had made her cum several times of course.
Dont forget to read the next installment: Part 4 - The Virginity