When I entered his virgin ass...

[Transgender Stories]

Prologue

My name is Natalie, I have been a woman 'fully' now for five years but it was
not always so,
Eight years ago when I was 23 I was married to a beautiful young woman called
Claudia and my name then was Nathan. I had just recently inherited a large
amount of money as well as a fairly large Electronics distribution business from
my parents when they died in a plane crash; this made us particularly well off.
Although my major at university was chemistry and I also had bachelors in
Psychology I had done in my spare time with one of those correspondence courses.

But I was still not happy, I had known long since childhood that I longed to be
female, that I was a transsexual but of course at the time I did not know of
that word. When I finally told Claudia about this she virtually exploded with
rage, she kept saying that she thought she had married a man and not some 'sissy
boy faggot'. Well, we tried to put this behind us, then one day when I returned
from work I found all the locks changed and some of my possessions in a
cardboard box.
When I knocked to find out what was going on Claudia told me that she had filed
for divorce and that she was throwing me out, she chucked a suitcase full of my
clothes at me and slammed the door. After a while of relentlessly pounding on
our door I finally dis-heartedly gave up and went to find a bed and breakfast to
stay in, she had at least left me my wallet and my job related things in the
box.
Well, after I had settled in I went down to my bank to get some money out and
found much to my dismay that I had been locked out of all our joint accounts and
there was only a meagre amount of money left in my personal account. I argued
with the manager long and hard over this but to no avail. Infuriated by this I
closed my personal account in disgust and opened a new account at a new bank so
Claudia would have no further access to the rest of my money or any more of it.
After a month I had finally settled into a routine and had my new bank details
sorted out with the payroll department, I had repeatedly tried to gain access to
my home and belongings but had no success. Then one morning I received a letter
through my solicitor, it was a court summons for the divorce proceedings.
Anyway, during the proceedings Claudia showed just how low she could go in her
petty viciousness towards me. She had come up with bogus claims and witnesses
that made me look like a total scumbag and a weasel. By the end of the
proceedings she had been awarded possession of all our holdings and property,
including my parents business that had been handed down to me. Leaving me with
all I had at the bed & breakfast and what meagre money I had in my new account
plus a small quantity of our savings. On top of all that I was served with an
injunction that prevented me from coming within 50 miles of her.
Once everything was signed over and transferred she, as you might suspect axed
my job giving me minimal redundancy pay
With that final act I had no choice but to pack my bags and leave town. With the
small quantity of our savings I was awarded I bought myself a car, not as good
as the flash Jaguar I was used to driving, just a clapped out old ford escort. I
then packed all my belongings into the trunk of the car and headed north, having
to cut myself off from anything that I had ever cared for.
I eventually settled in Birmingham. After a very short time I began to suffer
from bouts of severe depression I attempted suicide, but due to the timely
intervention of my next door neighbour Alison I was rushed to hospital where I
recovered. After chatting to Alison I confessed my transgendered nature and
feared a similar type of negative outburst I had received from Claudia, but to
my surprise she was extremely understanding.
After a long talk with Alison and then going to see a psychiatrist for some
weeks I finally decided to head down the road to gender reassignment. After
several months seeing a specialist councillor I was finally admitted onto the
program and began my RLT or 'Real Life Test' which was to last at least a year
and would also involve hormone treatment. During this Alison was extremely
supportive and the best friend a 'girl' could ever have.
Also after making this decision and finally feeling good about myself I managed
to pull off a job interview and managed to get a job at a local company called
'Dorson Health and Beauty' in their research and development division, they were
delighted to receive an application from someone as qualified as I was. I also
had to tell them about my plans for gender reassignment, given that I would most
likely be coming to work in dresses and skirts by the end of the year. Much to
my relief, the manager and personnel manager were both women and both
understanding, saying that was to be no problem and that I was hired.
Over time Alison and I had become fast friends, she taught me all I needed to
know about being a woman, how to walk in heals and how to effectively apply
makeup. I was also doing very well at work and was proving to be an effective
member of my department.
A little over two years after I started with my RLT I received two pieces of
good news in quick succession. The first was that I was offered a promotion to
head of my department, since getting the job I had put all my effort into my
work as for once I was actually beginning to feel good about myself so receiving
that news was an extremely welcome surprise. The second piece of news was that I
had been approved for SRS and would be going in for the operation in two months,
this overjoyed me the most and when I told Alison about both pieces of news she
was equally pleased and happy for me.
I soon informed my boss that I accepted the proposed promotion and also of the
date for my impending gender reassignment surgery. They were pleased about the
first decision and surprisingly supportive of the other and agreed to let me
have the time off for the operation and any needed time for my recovery.
All too soon the date for my surgery arrived and Alison managed to swing time
off work so she could drive me down to charring cross hospital in London where
the surgery was to be performed. All the way down Alison constantly reassured me
as I was bundle of nerves, even though I wanted this surgery with all my heart I
almost told her to turn the car round and go home. Soon I was admitted and
Alison much to her credit remained with me right until I went in for the gender
reassignment operation and tracheal shave, which was when I finally told her to
get a hotel room and get some rest.
The following day when I regained consciousness I was told that the operation
and been successfully carried out and that my male genitalia had been removed
with very little problem. A few short minutes later Alison came in smiling and
gave me a big hug, I told her that everything had gone as planned and that I was
now at peace with myself. After a long chat she finally parted to let me get
some rest.
After a very short week I had finally recovered enough to return home. After a
following week of rest I was well enough to return to work, which I was very
glad about as I was extremely bored at home with very little to do. When I
returned to work everyone welcomed me back and I was soon back into the swing of
things. I was so happy to finally be physically the woman I had always felt I
was.
After a further three years of hard work I had transferred to project
developments and took over as deputy head of that department when the previous
left. Then much to my surprise after another two years I was presented an
opportunity that I could just not pass up, the company was to open a branch in
my home town of Letchworth for which they wanted me as manager, not only because
I had proved to be a valuable and resourceful employee but because I knew the
town and the surrounding area.
I had found out about a year earlier through my solicitor that the court order
preventing me from coming within 50 miles of my ex-wife had expired and she had
been unsuccessful in getting it extended, so there was nothing stopping me from
returning.
After bidding Alison a tearful farewell and promising to keep in touch I packed
up my belongings and left what had become my new home with a heavy heart,
knowing that I would probably not be returning except for visiting friends.
And that almost brings me to the present, I have now been working at the
Hertfordshire branch of Dorson Health and Beauty for six months now (it seems
less). I have fully settled in a small house in one of the neighbouring villages
and have made contact once more with some of my old friends.
I have long ago put aside the business with Claudia, having started a new life I
had no desire to become mired in the problems from my previous. But just last
month I made a discovery that made my blood boil, Claudia was still living off
the money and business that was rightfully mine and was blatantly flaunting it.
But that wasn't what got me so mad, she had hooked up with a younger man who she
had put in charge of my parents company, due to his lack of business sense he
was running it into the ground and it was less than half the size it used to be.
Yet he acted like he had no worries and drove around in my old Jag with
impunity. It was shortly after that I decided I had to get my revenge on Claudia
and try to reclaim my parents company before it was gone.
And that brings me to now Eight years since I left my home in Letchworth........

Chapter 1: The Plot Begins
Now 11 years to the day that my parents died, I went to the cemetery that houses
the remains of my parents. I arrived at my parents grave in it's separated area
and stood there in the pouring rain and collapsed to my knees, the rain pouring
off my long coat in rivulets and running down my back unheeded. I laid my hand
on the gravestone and quietly sobbed.
"I miss you both so much, not a day goes by that I don't think of how much I
miss you." I whispered to my parents, "I am sorry about letting your company
fall into the hands of Claudia, I know how much it meant to you and I promise I
will get it back."
Just then I heard someone come up behind me, "Your one hell of a hard woman to
track down!" the voice I instantly recognised came from behind me. I turned and
saw Alison, now standing in front of me, hair dripping with rain and embraced
her in a hug and finally let go of her after a short time.
"I heard what you were saying, you must have loved your parents allot!" Alison
said, warmly.
"Funnily enough, I never really got on with them that well. It's funny the way
you never appreciate what you had until it's gone!" I said quietly.
"So, does that include your manhood?" Alison said, nudging me trying to lighten
my mood.
I could do nothing else but giggle and give her a playful slap, "Of course not,
I don't regret for a single moment my choice in having it removed!"
After bidding my parent's farewell I left a large bundle of flowers on the grave
and spotted another fresh bundle there too, I read the note with Claudia's name
on it. I calmly picked it up and dumped it in the bin a short distance away.
As Alison and I started to leave we ran into another women at the edge of the
enclosure for my parents graves, "Excuse me but this is a private area, I would
kindly thank you to leave immediately!"
I now recognised the woman and her voice; I stiffened as my mood rapidly
deepened. "Claudia, get the fuck away from my parents graves and NEVER EVER
return!" I said, raising my voice a little.
"Who are you?" She asked trying to sound threatening, "If you don't leave I will
call the police!"
I moved closer to her and looked her straight in the eyes, "You forfeited ANY
right to visit these graves the day you betrayed me at our divorce hearing,
inventing those lies just so you could get your hands on MY money and MY PARENTS
COMPANY!"
I was on the virge of laying into her and would have done so if it weren't for
Alison holding me back.
Claudia started to sneer when she recognised my, "So it's my ex-sissy husband,
finally gone all the way I see. Looking for employment as a maid?" she said,
chuckling "And what name do you go by now? Sissy?"
"No, I have a very good job at the moment. And no, that is not my name. Oh and
I've seen your new man driving around in my jag at least he actually knows hoe
to run that, after all he's let my parents company run right into the ground!" I
said caustically.
"Well, you're either a winner or a looser, and you are a looser!" Claudia said,
grinning in my face as she began to walk off.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me, snarling in her face "Don't you
EVER let me see you here again, understand!"
All she did was pull away and laugh as she left. I was positively fuming on the
way back to my place, although Alison had managed to lighten my mood a little
with all the gossip from back 'home'.
"So, what brings you down here?" I asked Alison when we had got back to my
place.
"Well I had some leave coming and I thought I would come down and see how you
are managing." Alison said.
"Well, it's good to see you anyway!" I said, giving her another hug.
During the weekend Alison and I tried to figure out a way to regain my parents
company as well as gain a little revenge on Claudia.
"I did a little digging around" I said to Alison on the Monday evening, "From my
friends I found out that Claudia's 'faithful' husband is sleeping around behind
her back and that may give me a possible way to get at her, after a little
further digging I found out that she had in fact signed the ownership of the
company over to him as part of their pre-nuptial agreement."
"Hmm, sounds like the beginnings of a plan to me. If you can get to the husband
you may be able to get your parents business back and get back at Claudia too."
Alison said thoughtfully, "But how are you going to do it?"
"At the moment I just don't know, I mean we could set him up for blackmail but
that won't necessarily turn out the way we ant, we need a way to control him and
it needs to be something that will hit home with Claudia." I mused.
A few days later we were watching a little telly after I got back from work and
one of those trashy American 'Jerry Springer' type chat shows came on. 'Women
who feminize their men' was the title of the program, several women came on with
their men in several types of dress, the one that caught mine and Alison's
attention was a french maid. He or she was dressed in a pink satin and lace
french maids uniform with a matching cap, with black stockings and 4" patient
black sandals. His/her hair was just past shoulder length and dyed a light
auburn colour and the way he/she was made up made him/her look constantly
embarrassed.
The woman who brought on the maid revealed that she had forcibly feminised him
and that he had tried to resist every step of the way but was now totally
submissive to her every desire now.
"You know, I've always wanted a french maid!" I said, smirking.
"Errm, wouldn't that be, you know, kidnapping...." Alison said uneasily.
"Technically, but using blackmail as leverage we may just be able to convince
him to do as we ask... or order!" I mused.
"What about physical changes? he's not exactly slim and petite." Alison pointed
out.
"Well, at work we were working on a new type of retro-virus that would rapidly
reduce the weight and body mass of the subject, but it was scrapped in the end
due to side effects, the subject would remain with that build permanently.
Unable to regain any of the lost weight.... ever." I told Alison.
"Sounds interesting, but I'm still not sure...." Alison said.
"And, I think we still have a batch in the lab. It's tailored for women so it
would reduce his body mass by a fair amount as well as giving him a more hour
glass shape, although it won't give him breasts." I continued.
"But if it's tailored to women, won't it reduce his weight too much?" Alison
asked, sounding very concerned.
"No, there are safeguards to prevent that. Once you introduce the retro-virus it
will continue it's task until you introduce the fixing agent that stops the
virus and keeps the body at it's current shape." I explained, "That's why it was
scrapped, there was no way to reverse the process or let the subject regain
weight."
"OK, so we can give him a more feminine shape, what else will we need?" Alison
said, sighing in resignation.
"We have another product that is in the final stages of approval that totally
rids and prevents the growing of any hair on the body, leaving only the hair on
the head in tact" I said, "We get final word back this Monday coming."
"That would help, but won't he resist?" Alison asked, "Even if blackmailed."
"Perhaps we can find some drugs or something that reduce the resistance of a
subject and make them a little more..... pliable?" I mused.
"I don't think we should do it too fast, don't forget we need to get something
to blackmail him with!" Alison said.
"Yes, if I can find out where he goes one of us could pick him up and bring him
back here, the other could sneak in and video him!" I suggested.
Alison smirked, "Who does the dirty and who does the taping?"
"Paper Scissors Stone?" I suggested.
We went through two rounds of paper scissors stone before Alison won, Alison
chose to do the filming so it was up to me to pick him up. I still feel sick
thinking about what I had to do.
In preparation for the deed I bought a red satin 'uplift' bra with matching
thong panties and a very low cut red dress. The following day I found out where
he was going to be on the Sunday evening and began to get things ready. As well
as an extra surprise.
The rest of the week I gathered the rest of what we needed. First I secured a
quantity of the retrovirus and fixer from the lab as well as quantity of the
soon to be approved hair remover. After all one of the advantages of being
manager of the whole facility is having complete access.
The following evening Alison and I spent the evening trawling the Internet for
our last required item. After two hours of searching we came across a small ad
in a Usenet group for a black market source for some drugs to induce a more
pliable and submissive state in the target. I proceeded to follow the
instructions on how to contact the person from the ad.
Finally everything was coming to fruition, all we needed was the 'black market'
drugs but they wouldn't be needed right away.
Chapter 2: The Trap Is Set
That Sunday I prepared for my task ahead, after taking a perfumed bubble bath I
rid my body of all unwanted hair. I then moved to the bedroom where I put on my
new lingerie, the red satin bra pushing my breasts up and out, with that done I
pulled on my new red dress. I was rewarded by the sight of my cleavage bulging
out of the low-cut neckline. I made up my face and styled my hair and made my
way down stairs to check things over with Alison.
I think Alison was quite surprised at my appearance, "Well, if I was a man I
don't think you could not get my attention!" she smirked, motioning to my large
cleavage.
"Let's hope our target thinks so too!" I chuckled.
That night I stood outside a night-club in a neighbouring town called 'Fat Jax'
waiting for him to arrive, I was feeling the chill evening air even through my
long black coat. I was not disappointed when I saw him arrive in the Jag and
enter the club; he was dressed fairly smartly and virtually strutted in.
A few minutes later I entered the club and found I was getting more than a few
stares, I wonder what they would do if the knew I was born male!
I danced around for a while, keeping my eye on my target while he danced and
flirted with other women and whenever we made eye contact I winked at him or
gave him some other look to make him think I was interested in him. After
dancing with a few other men, I decided to make my move when I saw him sit at
the bar and sauntered over to him casually.
I sat on the stool next to him and ordered a Bacardi Breezer for myself and
turned to him, "Hi, my name's Natalie." I introduced myself.
He was obviously staring at my all too obvious cleavage, "Nice to meet you, my
names Max, you might have seen me about town in my Jaguar, I'm the owner of a
local electronics business!" Max said, trying to make himself sound like an
impressive person.
I wanted to just roll my eyes at his boast and half wanting to lay him out for
what he had done to my parents business. Fighting the urge I forced myself to
smile at him and edge a little closer to him.
"My, that is impressive, I saw your Jag outside." I said, trying to make myself
sound more than a bit less intelligent that I really was, although I think I
came off as sounding like a bit of an air head - oh well never mind. "Won't your
wife mind about you coming here and flirting behind her back?" I asked, pointing
at his wedding ring.
"Oh don't worry about her, she doesn't know a thing!" Max boasted. Smiling at
this I finished my drink and pulled Max onto the dance floor to pull him into my
'snare'.
After dancing for a while a slow dance started and I had to swallow my pride and
get closer to him, and probably have to kiss him as well.... Ugh! I knew that
Max was mine, I just had to reel him in a little more. Holding each other close
we danced for a while when I felt him move for the kiss and decided to let him
do so and then pulled teasingly away.
"Your place or mine?" I teased, "oops, I forgot about your wife I guess it's
back to my place!" kissing him again and pulling him by the collar out of the
club, grabbing my coat on the way out. He was smiling to himself along the way,
I definitely had him!
Arriving at my... er his jag I got into the drivers seat and he started to
protest, "Look, you've had a skin-full and I have had only one drink plus you
don't know where I live!"
He grudgingly accepted this and tossed me the keys. Smiling I placed the keys in
the ignition and ran my hands lovingly over the leather steering wheel,
remembering all the great times I had in this car.
"Hey, you have to press the key in and turn to get it to start, it's peculiar in
that way." Max informed me.
"I know" I muttered, some things never change I suppose, I'm glad my old Jag
hadn't changed much.
After a fifteen-minute drive we arrived at my place and I parked in my drive, I
was in a good mood for finding out that my old car was running well. I helped
Max out of the car and into the house, taking the occasional grope to keep up
pretences. On the way up to my bedroom I saw Alison out of the corner of my eye,
turned my head and winked at her knowing that Max was oblivious to her.
We had set up in my room a video camera linked to a monitor, recorder and
controls in the next room, which were operated by Alison, as soon as I was out
of view Alison activated the camera.
"Why don't you get yourself comfortable Max honey!" I called through in a sexy
voice; "I'm just getting ready for you!"
I peeked through the crack made by the door not being fully closed, I saw Max
stripping out of some of his clothes. I grinned, knowing that this was being
caught on tape, sound and all. In the mean time I had pulled my hair under a wig
cap and had pulled on an extremely feminine blonde wig. I carefully applied some
fairly dramatic makeup, partially to hide my true self from the camera and
partly for the effect of the tape.
I slinked out of the side room in only my red satin lingerie. "I thought you
might like my real hair better, after all blondes have more fun!" then much out
of character I made myself give a really girlish giggle and slipped onto the bed
and began the foreplay for the camera. Max was ready to dive straight into the
deed but I prolonged the foreplay for the tape. I then started to pull his
underpants down and began to play with his now erect cock, stroking and
caressing it.
He started to beg me to bring him off with my mouth, which I thought was a good
touch for the tape. I swallowed my pride and lowered my head onto his manhood
and began to suck; lick and nibble until I felt a warm fluid entering my mouth.
But rather than swallow it I withdrew and grabbed a tissue from the bedside to
stem the flow, I then moved up his body and started to give him a deep kiss, he
opened his mouth and I let all his semen flood into his mouth. He was so
surprised he gulped the lot down to avoid choking.
"Hmmm, baby I know how much you love taking your own cum from my mouth!" I
purred and kissed him again to stop him responding to me.
He was soon kissing back eagerly, having forgotten or at least temporarily
forgotten his protests as I had just led his hands to my breasts and let them
out of the bra cups. I have to say, despite my dislike of being pawed by this
man I started to feel slightly turned on by his manipulations of my breasts.
"And now for the finale" I said, the poor dear thought he was going to get to
enter me. I turned him round to face the camera and let him flop face first on
the bed. "Just a moment my love!" I purred as I reached into a cabinet that was
in view of the camera and pulled out a strap on dildo, which of course max did
not see.
I knelt behind him on the bed and for the camera unceremoniously ripped off my
thong and strapped on the dildo. I think he must have heard the fastenings of
the dildo because he turned his head a little, he was still wiped out from the
drink and very very co-operative.
"Ok lover, you know the routine, onto all fours!" I commanded him, I don't think
he fully comprehended what was happening or he might have stopped this but he
went to all fours, seeming a little dazed from what was happening.
When I entered his virgin ass you could audibly hear his gasp of surprise, I
then started humping away at him and he could not have acted the part better. He
eventually became lost in the intense feelings that come from anal
penetrations... or so I've heard.
Finally exhausted when I pulled out he turned round, snuggled up to me and fell
asleep. After about ten minutes, when I knew the tape had been stopped I
extracted myself from his arms and went into the next room where Alison was.
"Well, that was one hell of a show!" Alison chuckled as she began playback.
"Glad you enjoyed it!" I said, "There is no way this will fail!"
"Yep, anyway I'm going to get some shuteye, see you in the morning!" With that
Alison retired to the room she was staying in.
I quietly moved back into the adjoining room where I got ready and cleaned the
make-up off but keeping the wig on until Max had left. I also had a couple of
rinses of mouthwash to get rid of the taste and residue of Max's semen. God that
was a disgusting experience!
I crept through my room, so as not to wake max and gathered his clothes as I
went. I entered the next room and set about making a copy of the evening's tape.
I also stashed Max's clothes in a cupboard. Once the tape had copied and I had
hid the copy I left the room and locked it behind me and went to sleep in the
second bed of the spare room, where Alison was also sleeping.
Chapter 3: The Trap In Motion
The following morning Alison and I were up and about before Max rose, I prepared
for him a fresh orange and added the correct dosage of the agent that carried
the retrovirus. It had, fortunately been designed for oral ingestion for ease
and lack of pain. As we heard Max stirring Alison left the room so Max would not
know of her presence.
Max emerged wearing my pink satin bath robe and rubbing his eyes, "errr...
Natalie, where are my clothes?" he asked, "I really need to get to work!"
I put on a fake panic, "Oh god I'm so sorry, last night I think I accidentally
spilt some coffee on them, I just put them in the wash!"
Max, the poor dear looked a little panicked, "Don't worry, I have a suit you
could use for the office, it should fit and it is a trouser suit so it shouldn't
be noticed." I suggested.
Seeing no other option, Max reluctantly agreed and I took him to my bedroom once
more, I think Max was too embarrassed about the previous night to mention it!
Once in the room I started pulling clothes out for Max, first I chucked him a
pair of frilly pink panties. "I can't wear these!" max protested.
"Look, yours are in the wash and those are the least feminine I have at the
moment, besides who's going to see them?" I reasoned. Reluctantly he pulled them
on. I next pulled out a white blouse and the suit trousers and handed it to him.
"Relax, it's just a plain blouse, no-one will notice the way the buttons are
done up, well not when you have the jacket on anyway."
Max pulled up the trousers and did them up, they just fit him but were a little
baggy around the hips, well they would soon fill out! Once he had finally put on
the blouse after fiddling with the 'backwards' buttons I handed him the jacket,
which he put on.
I then handed him a black coat, when he was about to complain I butted in,
"You'll need that after all it's cold and you left your jacket at the club, and
here's your wallet too." He just put the coat over his arm and stuffed his
wallet in a pocket.
"Now come and get a drink before you leave, and don't forget to return for your
clothes after work!" I said, leading him to the kitchen. I think he began to
relax when he saw his relatively male looking reflection in the mirror.
When he was seated in the kitchen I gave him the doctored orange juice, he
rapidly downed it in one go, "Damn, that's good juice!" he swore, then moving
for a kiss I gave him a light one on the cheek. As he started to move away he
began to sway and collapsed on the floor.
Alison came running, fearing he had laid me out cold, "Oops, I forgot it knocks
the subject unconscious for fifteen minutes!" I said sarcastically.
I pulled out of my pocket a small case containing a syringe with the hair
removal syrum and injected it into max. With that done Alison and I sat him in a
chair and I rushed off to my room and came back with a load of cosmetics and
hair styling stuff.
I first put on a fairly heavy coverage foundation to give Max flawless looking
skin and a little blue eyeliner and shadow as well as a little coral lipstick
and some black mascara. With that done I styled his relatively short hair into a
slightly but not too feminine style, I was laughing at the way he looked. I then
set about my last task, to pop outside and remove the mirrors from the Jag,
thankfully I had maintained the Jag myself and knew how to remove them.
After a few more minutes Max woke up and left for work, I heard him cursing at
the fact that his mirrors had apparently been stolen. He left with no idea of
how feminine he now looked.
Alison and I went to the sitting room and set-up the video of the previous
night, ready for when and I was sure he would come rushing back as soon as he
saw himself in the nearest mirror. Once that was done I pulled off the blonde
wig that I was still wearing and put it away, brushing out my own hair.
Predictably just over half an hour later max stormed back in, I am just thankful
that I left the doors open. "What the fuck did you do this to me for you crazy
bitch!" He stormed.
Calmly I just played the tape for him while Alison sat calmly in her chair and
watched also. Max fell into shocked silence as he watched him and a blonde bimbo
in a bedroom, "but how...."
"Simple, you belong to us now, unless of course you want this tape leaked. And
don't bother with physical violence there are three other copies ready to be
distributed if anything should happen to either of us!" I finished, just as the
scene where Max was being done with the dildo.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Max demanded.
"Why?" I said, "It could just be because I find you particularly offensive, but
I have to be honest here, it's not just that, I have a score to settle with your
wife and you will help me do it!"
"Claudia?" Max asked, "And what if I tell her all about this?"
"Oh, you don't want to go and do a stupid thing like that, trust me the tape
would be shown to more people than just Claudia!" I said, menacingly.
I chucked Max his clothes, "Now go and clean up and wear these if you must, I
need my suit back. And remember NO tricks".
As he stormed off with his clothes I turned to Alison, "My god, the virus is
working already, he's already lost a little of his definition!"
After Max had cleaned up and changed he left in his car, looking extremely
angry. Alison and I promptly split our side laughing. "That was priceless!"
Alison said, in-between laughs.
"I must remember to call him back tomorrow morning, we don't want him losing too
much weight!" I said, finally calming down.
"Are you sure that's not too long?" Alison asked, "It does seem to be working
quickly."
"He's a big guy, that will be about the right amount of time." I said
confidently.
"You know, I still don't think this is such a hot idea, using Max to get at
Claudia!" Alison said, "It just seems wrong!"
"He's not exactly innocent either remember, think of all the women he's used!" I
pointed out.
"Well, I'm still not sure!" Alison said and changed the subject.
Later I headed into town to do my food shopping, then when I least expected it I
ran into Claudia in the local Tesco's. "Well, we do meet each other in the most
unlikely of places!" I commented as I came to stand next to her.
Claudia just gave me the cold shoulder, "So are you happy with wossisname?"
"His name is Max, and yes I am very happy. He's everything you weren't, he's got
a good body and he has no desires to.... do what you have!" Claudia virtually
gushed, I could tell she was crazy about him and that made what I was going to
do all the more delicious.
On my way home I picked up my mobile phone and rang the number for my parents
company, "Hello, I would like to speak with Max please" The receptionist told me
that he was not to be disturbed, "I don't care, you tell him Natalie is on the
phone and I won't be kept waiting!" I said hotly, trying to put the fear of god
into the receptionist, and from the sound of things succeeding too.
"Yes, what do you want?" Max said, in a very hostile manner.
"I suggest you modify your tone, I expect you to address me with respect and
call me Mistress Natalie or just Mistress from now on, unless of course you want
the tape leaked?" I said in a very even tone.
I could her the intake of breath on the other end, "Yes Mistress Natalie, how
may I help you?"
"That will do for now, but your attitude needs further attention!" I said, "I
want you at my place tomorrow morning at eight o'clock exactly, not a minutes
earlier or later!"
"Yes Mistress, may I ask a question?" Max asked.
"Very well, but make it VERY quick!" I said.
"I've been loosing a lot of weight today, very quickly?" Max asked worriedly,
"and all the hair has fallen off my body, how am I going to tell Claudia?"
I smiled, it was working "Goodbye Max, see you tomorrow at Eight!".
"But..." I hung up on him while he was in mid sentence.
When I got home Alison helped me in with the shopping, "So, have an eventful
trip?" she asked, noticing my smile.
"I ran into Claudia, it seems she's still, even after being married to Max for
five years, totally crazy about him!" I said, "I also phoned Max at work and it
seems the virus is working well too!"
"How did he sound?" Alison asked, intrigued.
"Well, a little scared for one thing!" I said.
Alison, still seeming a little unsure sighed, "I don't suppose it's too late for
me to change your mind?"
"Things have gone too far now, we have to continue." I said, beginning to feel a
little unsure myself.
The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully, I had to go to work for the rest
of the day, after all I still had work to do. Finally time came for me to head
home, so I grabbed a Chinese takeaway for Alison and me and went home.
Finaly when the morning came Alison and I were ready for Max's appearance. At
eight on the dot Max arrived, getting out of his Jag he was a funny sight to
behold, all his now ill-fitting clothes were hanging off his body. "Come on in,
muscle man!" I said, both Alison and me started laughing.
We led Max to my bedroom, "Strip!" I commanded.
"I can't.." Max started to protest.
"What did you say?" I asked Max in a menacing voice.
"Sorry Mistress." Max said, and reluctantly started to strip to his underwear.
Alison looked at me questioningly, "I have decided that Max should refer to me
as Mistress Natalie or Mistress from now on, it just seemed proper!" I smirked,
"And what do you call my friend?" I asked max
Max was silent, "You WILL call her Mistress Alison!" I said.
"Yes Mistress Natalie!" he said, sounding humbled.
"You know, I think I could get used to being called that!" Alison said, smiling.

Max was now stripped to his underwear and we saw he was wearing a pair of black
lace panties, his smooth and hairless body plain to see. "My max, what pretty
underwear!" I said, enjoying his embarrassment.
"I had to sleep in my office yesterday, I couldn't return to Claudia with my
loss of body weight, she loves my well build body!" Max said, "When I woke up my
underwear did not fit, so I had to a pair of my secretary's panties she left in
my office after we errr..... had sex."
"Well Max, they suit you perfectly!" I said, starting to laugh. I then pulled
out a tape measure and started taking his measurements and worked out the sizes
he would need. "This just won't do, you still need to be a size or two lower.
You will phone in to work sick and stay here." I said, matter of factly.
Max seemed puzzled by my remark about his sizing, but reluctantly went to my
phone to call his work. "The phone doesn't work...... Mistress" He said, almost
forgetting the mistress.
"Of course, we can't have you making sneak calls can we, I have to enter a pin
number first!" I said and took the phone and dialled he pin number and his work
number, "there you go, the number is dialled."
Max took the phone and reported in ill and then hung up. "Err, can I use your
loo Mistress?" he said, still not used to calling me mistress.
"Of course, down the corridor on the left." I told him as he rushed off, I
tossed him the same robe he had used yesterday morning as he left.
"Oh dear, I forgot that the removed body mass comes out that way, silly me!" I
said, smirking.
"Your evil!" Alison giggled, "When do you go to work today?"
"I don't I've booked the rest of the week off!" I said, "I need to supervise my
new slave after all!"
Max soon emerged from the loo, wearing my robe and looking a little flushed,
"I've been like that all yesterday!" he groaned.
"Of course, where else is the excess body mass going to be released!" I said, as
if he were an idiot.
"Do you have any male clothes I could wear Mistress?" Max asked hopefully.
"Male clothes, what would I be doing with them?" I asked.
"Well, for now that robe will have to do!" I said.
"But it's satin, I can't wear it I'm a man!" Max complained.
"Well, wear it or wear nothing. I'll just take you to my other spare room where
you can rest, you look tired!" I said, and led him to my other spare room. "The
room used to be occupied by the last owners teenage daughter so you will have to
put up with the feminine decor!"
"You will stay there until I say you can leave or you need the loo!" I ordered.
As I walked back to the sitting room with Alison we began to chat, "I don't get
tit, one minutes your being hard on the bloke, then you sound almost nice to
him, what's with that?"
"Merely trying to keep him off balance!" I said, "I also have a new gadget
coming tomorrow, just for max!"
Alison smiled, "What is it?"
"Ah, wait and see!" I said mysteriously.
"How are we going to make him accept female clothing?" Alison asked.
"Well, we won't and that is all I'm going to say for now." I said.
About four hours later we went to check up on Max, After measuring him again I
gave a satisfied smile, "There much better, very pleasing you will now fit a
size 14 skirt and a size 16 top or dress! Not to mention an hourglass figure!" I
said, much to Max's bewilderment, "Drink this!" I told him, handing him a
bottle.
Max seemed extremely hesitant, "But...."
"You will drink it if you don't want to get any slimmer!" I said, then seeing
his bewilderment I continued, "It will stop you loosing weight you idiot!"
Hearing this but sill not sure Max drank the contents of the bottle. "God,
that's disgusting!" he swore.
"I will hear no more swearing off you Max!" I threatened him. Max knew exactly
what I meant and cringed a little. "Right I'll now order some new clothes for
you." and I left him in his new room.
Lowering myself into a chair in the sitting room I picked up a couple of the
catalogues I use sometimes and the phone and stared ordering some clothes for
max.
Chapter 4: Max's New look
The next day three packages arrived for me and I went through to the dining room
with them and found Alison sitting down eating breakfast. "What's in the
packages?" she asked.
"These two have clothes for Max, the money for which I will get back from him,
plus more!" I said, "And the third is the little gadget I told you about!" I
said, unpacking the gadget, "This gun type assembly injects an implant into the
base of the brain stem, then with a remote control I can give positive or
negative stimuli to said subject, simply put pain or pleasure!"
"I thought you were going to get those drugs to make him more submissive?"
Alison asked.
"I was but the contact wasn't able to get them, but managed to get this for me,
it's a painless process so can be done during sleep." I explained. "I'm going to
teach Max to prefer women's clothes, when he goes to put on the male clothes
I've ordered for him he will get varying degrees of discomfort or pain,
depending on how far he goes." I explained, "When he goes to put on the female
clothes I got him he will get varying degrees of pleasure. It will also be
absorbed by the body in around a years time."
"When do we inject it?" Alison asked.
"Tonight, when he's sleeping." I said, then tomorrow he can make his.....
choice!" I said. For the rest of the day I made max do various household chores,
clean up, do the ironing and make dinner. Surprisingly Max turned out to be a
good cook!
That night I quietly entered his room, thankfully he was sleeping on his front,
with the back of his neck wide open. I pulled out the injector assembly and
placed it at the base of the skull, thankful that the soft padded velvet
covering of the front would not rouse him and pulled the trigger. There was a
soft whooshing sound and I pulled it away. The only sign of the implant was a
slight incision that would be healed by morning. Well, according to the
instructions that is!
The following morning Max appeared in my pink dressing gown rubbing his neck, "I
think I slept funny, my neck is really sore!" Max said, "I really need to get to
work!"
"Not today, anyway I have laid out an outfit I ordered for you in my room." I
said.
Max went to my room, while Alison and I went to the next room to watch and
record on the camera. Max entered the room and saw on the bed a mans suit and
underwear, next to it was a black square necked sleeveless top with a silver
dotted pattern and a short black satin mini skirt as well as a pair of black
satin and lace panties, garter belt and stockings.
Over the speakers we could hear Max's voice, "Must be the suit, there is no way
on earth I will ever choose to wear those girls clothes!" he spat in disgust and
moved for the male clothes, I increased the negative stimuli and saw a wave of
pain and revulsion cross his face and he looked like he was going to be sick. As
he backed away I lowered the negative stimuli, he once again went for the male
clothing and I once more increased the negative. Max grabbed his mouth and ran
for the bathroom, we could hear him throwing up.
"Aren't you being a little harsh on him?" Alison asked.
"Well, we can't have him wearing those horrible male clothes now can we, after
all we do want him to learn to prefer women's clothing!" I said.
"Well, that is true..." Alison said uneasily.
Max had now returned to my room and once more was going for the male clothes, so
once more I increased the negative. "What's his learning curve, a flat line?" I
muttered. Max was now moving away from the male clothes a little and brushed
against the black mini skirt so I gave him a burst of positive stimuli. This
obviously shocked him as he jumped back.
Max once more moved towards the male clothing and I gradually increased the
negative stimuli, I wasn't even at half power when he withdrew from them.
"Blimey, I think he's learning!" I said. Max now moved to pick up the black
panties and I slowly began raising the positive stimuli, obviously wanting more
positive stimuli I increased it a little when he put the panties on to reward
him. He was looking very embarrassed as he looked around to see if anyone was
coming.
He then put on the garter belt and put it on, then followed with the black
stockings. I once more increased the positive level, wanting him to want to put
on more of the female clothes. I have to say he looked quite odd, a flat
chested; skinny and hairless male wearing women's lingerie. Max then gingerly
picked up the black mini skirt and I once more raised the level, so he then put
on the skirt and I raised it a little more. Max then, almost eagerly picked up
the top and pulled it on with only a little hesitation. I raised the positive
only a little bit this time.
Max now fully dressed saw a few pairs of shoes on the bed also and automatically
went for the men's shoes and I gradually lowered the pleasure level until he
pulled away, this was repeated a few times until he went for the black patent
leather ankle boots with 2" stiletto heels. Putting them on I increased his
positive stimuli higher still.
He now moved to the full-length mirror, I gave him a much-raised level of
pleasure while he looked at himself in it. There were conflicting emotions on
his face, disgust at what he had put on, but at the same time a feeling of great
pleasure about how he felt. I lowered the positive stimuli to a much lower
level, where it would stay for the rest of the day. Although I would reward him
with temporarily raised levels as rewards and lowered levels, even pain as a
punishment.
Alison and I stopped the recording and entered my room while Max was still
looking at his reflection in the mirror. "MAX WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" I
yelled at him and enjoyed his shocked and scared response, "The suit was for
you, I was going to wear them out tonight!"
"But, But....." Max stammered.
"Well if that is how you would prefer to dress then that is how you will dress
from now on!" I said, pretending to be angry, "What do you say Max or as I think
is more suited to you now Hannah?"
"No, I want to wear men's clothing I really do!" Max said desperately, "and the
names max!"
"Very well, you will get another chance tomorrow. But today you are Hannah and
will remain dressed as you are!" I said, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Max just gave me a stony look, staring defiantly. "Alison, get the tapes!" I
threatened.
"Yes, I understand." Max said in defeat, blushing brightly.
"I beg your pardon?" I said.
"Yes, I understand mistress!" He cowered.
"Now sit at my vanity, if you're going to be Hannah today you are going to look
like a Hannah!" I ordered. Max sat at my vanity, "Turn to face me!" Max turned
to face me and I began thinning his eyebrows into a thin feminine arch. I then
as with the previous morning began putting make-up on him, finally I had put on
the same coral lipstick I had used the other day and a light smoky brown
eyeshadow. I had also used a lengthening extra curl black mascara and a little
blusher. To top it all off I styled his hair in a feminine style. Finally I
painted is fingernails with a pale pink fast dry nail polish.
With everything done I turned him to face the mirror. Max gasped at his
reflection, he looked every inch the girl with the exception he had no breasts.
"Now little Hannah, you may proceed with cleaning the house and then make us
some lunch!"
As Max or should I say Hannah unsteadily walked off in his new ankle boots I
turned to Alison, "Well, it seems we are going to be adding a few more tapes to
our collection!"
"Hmm, I have to say he looks VERY cute in that outfit!" Alison giggled.
I then heard a ringing coming from the pile of clothes that Hannah had come over
in that were still heaped in the corner of my room. I rummaged through and found
his mobile phone, looking at the caller ID I saw it was Claudia calling. I just
pressed the button for rejecting the call and turned the phone off. I retrieved
the rest of his belongings from his clothes and put them in the recording room
and locked the room after me.
I returned to the sitting room and joined Alison on the sofa, reading the local
paper. Hannah was busy hoovering the carpet, whenever he came within reaching
distance I gave his ass a stroke or a pinch to emphasise his situation, which
only made him more embarrassed. "Oh by the way Hannah, we have a taping of you
getting dressed this morning. I wonder what people would say if they saw you
dressing in women's clothing and apparently enjoying it?" I teased him.
Hannah's eye's opened wide in horror, "You better not!" Hannah blurted out
loudly and aggressively.
"Watch your mouth!" I said angrily, "It seems you need to be taught a lesson!"
"What do you mean?" He demanded.
"That's it, were going to do the very last thing you want to do, were going
shopping!" I said, grabbing Hannah's arm, "And remember to address me as
mistress and in a more respectful tone!"
I pulled Hannah to the hallway, stumbling in his unfamiliar heels and chucked
him a black vinyl coat that only just came to his knees. "Put that on, NOW!" I
ordered.
Hannah saw no choice than to obey me, fearing what I might do. "Alison, would
you put the jag in my garage please?" I said, tossing Alison the keys.
"No problem Nat, have fun Hannah!" Alison teased.
"Get in my car!" I told Hannah in a voice that would not be messed with, "and
don't try anything, otherwise both tapes get leaked."
"Yes Mistress Natalie" Hannah muttered meekly.
I decided to make Hannah sweat a little, as I was going out of town I drove into
Letchworth and parked up in the centre. "Now wait here while I go to the bank,
and watch your behaviour or we will go shopping here!" I menaced him. I doubt he
would have had the courage to leave the car anyway, looking how he did!
I returned to my car to find a group of lads standing by the car chatting Hannah
up, he was just giving the occasional answer, too scared to say anything else.
Feeling the devil in me I pulled out the remote control and started to increase
Hannah's pleasure level, his discomfort was plain to see, the lads just thought
they had embarrassed 'her'.
I then walked up to the car and climbed in, "I see you've take quite a liking to
my little brother!" I said to them, enjoying both their response as well as
Hannah's."
"Oh man, you mean the chick's a guy!" one of the lads exclaimed.
My response was simply to pull open Hannah's coat and pull the neck of his top
open for them to see. Hannah tried to resist and I whispered to him "Resist and
your punishment will be worse!". Although Hannah still struggled, but I
prevailed and his flat chest was revealed.
I drove off as the group of lads started seriously making fun of Hannah and
calling him names. As we drove off I lowered he positive stimuli to the previous
slightly raised level.
"You will pay for resisting me Hannah!" I told him angrily.
"What do you mean?" Hannah asked, sounding slightly concerned.
"What do you mean........" I prompted.
"Huh?" Hannah said.
I gave Hannah a quick slap on the head, "Mistress, remember!" I shouted at him,
"You WILL learn how to address me properly!"
Hannah sat in silence as we travelled. "Oh do stop pouting Hannah, it's not
becoming of you!" I said, taunting him. We eventually arrived a town called
Stevenage and parked in a multi story carpark.
"Do you want me to wait here Mistress?" Hannah asked hopefully, trying to avoid
what I had in store for him.
"No, you're coming with me!" I said, "and remember all it takes is one phone
call and the video's get leaked!"
Chapter 5: Punishment
Hannah reluctantly got out of the car and followed me, obviously Hannah wanted
to take the route that would lead straight outside so I took him down in the
glass lifts. When we got to the bottom we exited into a very busy mall, Hannah's
eyes opened wide in terror at the sight of all the people.
"Remember what will happen if you disobey!" I muttered to him, "Now follow me!"
We walked through the mall, Hannah's eyes were constantly looking around
fearfully. "Come on Hannah were going into Miss Selfridges!" I said and lead him
into the store. As we walked around I held up various clothes against Hannah,
getting some idea of how he would look in them. After a short time of looking I
had handed Hannah a short burgundy skirt and matching jacked as well as a
midnight blue velour strappy top. Finally I had Hannah sit down to try on a pair
of black patent pumps with a 3" heel.
"May I help you ladies?" an assistant asked.
"Yes, can my friend try on a pair of these in a size eight please?" I asked,
handing the assistant the display shoe.
"Of course, I'll be back in a moment.
Hannah in the mean time had gone stiff with fright, "Come now it's not that
bad!" I teased him.
"It's not that, that woman who just came in the store, I slept with her!" Hannah
said, terrified "What if she recognises me?"
"If you calm don't you won't have that problem, or do you want me to call her
over?" I lightly threatened him.
Hannah managed to force himself into a calmer state as the assistant arrived,
"These shoes should complement the outfit you chose perfectly miss!" she said to
Hannah.
I started to chat to the assistant, "My friend wanted a new outfit but didn't
know what to get so I offered to help him out today!" I said, giving Max a
warning look about defying me.
The assistant choked momentarily upon hearing the last bit, "You mean she is
a..."
"A he, yes Hannah here is really a man." I told the assistant.
"Well, he certainly makes a very pretty girl!" she giggled handing Hannah the
shoes to try on, "Would you try these on..... sir!"
Red faced, Hannah took off his ankle boots and pulled on the pumps. "A perfect
fit!" the assistant said.
"Thank-you, we'll take them won't we Hannah?" I said, "Tell the nice assistant
what you think of them!" I ordered him.
Not wanting to defy me Hannah did as I said, "I think there wonderful!" Hannah
said, going a bright red.
"Thank-you, I just wish more men had as good taste in shoes as you!" she said,
making several nearby girl's giggle.
We got ready to take the shoes as well as the clothes to the checkout, "Won't
these cost you quite a bit mistress?" Hannah asked.
"Me?" I asked, "You're buying them!" I said, handing him his credit card.
"But they'll know..." Hannah protested.
I just waked my mobile phone in front of him and he meekly headed for the
checkout. "I'm sorry Miss, this credit card is for a Mr. Max Marshall." the
assistant said.
"Go on Hannah tell her!" I ordered, "Otherwise you might get arrested for credit
card fraud!"
Hannah reluctantly spoke, "I'm Max Marshall!"
"I don't think she heard you Hannah, say it out loud!" I told him.
Hannah then, obviously scared spoke in his normal voice, which all would be able
to hear "I'm Max Marshall, that is my card!" When the cashier giggled at this
Hannah cringed and blushed.
"I'm sorry for the mistake... Sir!" she said and rang the clothes through and
swiped Hannah's credit card. After Hannah had put his signature on the print out
we left. When Hannah took the bag with his new clothes I raised the level of his
positive stimuli a bit.
"Are we going now Mistress?" Hannah asked hopefully.
"No, we still have the matter of your extra punishment for your behaviour in the
car!" I informed him.
"But I thought...." he began.
"That revealing what you are in the shop?" I said, "Heavens no, that was just
for this mornings indiscretion!". I have to say, I really enjoyed seeing
Hannah's discomfort!
We headed out of the shopping mall and through the town until we arrived at a
beauty salon, "This is the last part of your punishment!" I said, and dragged
Hannah inside.
"How may I help you ladies?" the beautician asked when we entered.
"Yes, I'd like to book my boyfriend in for the works, face; manicure and
pedicure as well as a hair styling." I said.
She was obviously a little taken back by this, "And where is your boyfriend?"
she asked.
"This is him right here" I said, motioning to Hannah.
The beautician looked and Hannah and began to giggle at Hannah's obvious
embarrassment. "So what was it you wanted again?"
"Facial, pedicure and manicure, a full make-over and a new hair cut." I
confirmed.
"What sort of hair style do you want?" she asked me.
I picked up a fashion mag from the table by me and flicked through, "This one
will do!" I said, handing her the magazine.
"Very well, Lorianne will you get this gentleman ready please!" she said to
another beautician and Hannah reluctantly started to walk off.
"Can you call me on this number when you're done please?" I asked, handing her
my mobile number.
"No problem!" she said.
I walked over to Hannah just before I left, he was for the moment alone "Just
remember, tell nothing and do not resist or your life is over!" I said
viscously, giving him the impression that I would go through with my threat,
which I would do.
"One more thing, can you get Hannah dressed in his new outfit when you're done
please?" I asked Lorianne when she returned, handing her the bag of Hannah's
purchases.
"Sure, no problem!" Lorianne said, "he's not a willing subject is he?" she
asked, "Oh, don't worry, I did the same with my boyfriend when I caught the
bastard screwing around with another woman!"
Chuckling at that I left Hannah to his fate, leaving him on a slightly raised
level of positive stimuli. I did a little browsing and shopping for myself and
went to get some food. About three hours later I received a call from Lorianne
saying that Hannah was ready. When I arrived back I was met by a very attractive
young lady, I almost couldn't believe it was Hannah. His make-up was done
perfectly, he had a deep pink lips and a light brown, almost bronze eyeshadow as
well as thick black eye lashes. As requested Hannah was also wearing the clothes
I had him buy.
"Well Hannah, thank the nice lady for making you pretty!" I told him.
"Thank-you for making me Beautiful!" Hannah said, blushing. I once more handed
him his credit card and had him pay. Lorianne handed me the carrier bag with the
clothes and shoes Hannah had worn to the shops. I also put the coat in there
too.
Hannah looked at me questioningly when I did that, "You won't be needing that
coat with that jacket!" I said, "Besides you want to show off your new outfit
don't you!" I put my hand in my pocket and raised his positive stimuli to a high
level when I said this, making Hannah blush.
It was plain to see that Hannah was a male, his flat chest was plain to see.
Every time he got a whistle or was even teased about is I kept on giving him
quick bursts of positive stimuli. I wanted him to learn to enjoy the all the
teasing we was to get.
As we walked through the mall back to my car Hannah seemed very self-conscious
of his heels clucking on the floor. Just at the last moment I decided we would
go to the food court. I gave Hannah a little money and told him to get himself a
diet coke and me a white coffee with sugar and went to sit down. From where I
was sitting I could see that Hannah was getting a lot of teasing in the cue, I
had the remote out and giving the positive bursts each time this happened.
Hannah obviously wanted to run but with a warning look from me his shoulders
slumped a little.
One lad walked up to Hannah and spoke to him, "Hey girlie boy how about a sweet
kiss!" he said and pulled Hannah into a brief kiss. During this I raised
Hannah's pleasure levels to their highest yet, making his legs go a little
wobbly. The man then just laughed, grabbing Hannah's ass as he left. I then
gradually raised the positive level a little more and began to lower it again.
Eventually Hannah arrived and handed me my change. "Enjoy your kiss?" I asked.
Hannah blushed, extremely embarrassed that he had apparently liked k