May 24th, 2010 | 
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playing with the boundaries of your new power in a safe space. In many
ways, what I am suggesting at this point is not so much a new set of
abilities, but a new way of looking at your established and innate
abilities."
He rose from the couch, grabbed one of the cushions which were
scattered around the strikingly bare room, and placed it next to hir.
Slowly he removed his clothing, revealing his hairless, slightly muscled
chest, his firm, well-shaven legs, and a beautiful cock. He tossed the
clothing aside and nestled himself into the cushion. Sie stared at each
motion, feeling the rhythm of his every move. Sie immediately realized
he was presenting himself before hir, that he was allowing hir to become
comfortable with every inch of his body.
And sie immediately wondered how he could ever become female: his
body bordered on androgynous, but it was so hard for hir to forget the
sight of his cock, the way his skin sloped downward from his belly to
the cock in a way which sie never experienced a woman's genitalia.
He looked into hir eyes, and knew hir thoughts: sie needed to be
punished, brought under the spell of hir obedience. He reached out his
hand and grazed hir cheek with a soft stroke of his finger. Sie watched
the breathing of his chest, the slow rolling of his navel underneath his
broad chest.
"I want you to imagine how I was in those first days of my
mastery", he said, leading into the description of his origin. "It was
wondrous, those first few touches of bondage, the feel of being tied to
my master's bed. He would whip me after I was bound and secured, marking
long lashes across my back which would burn with the ecstasy of pain and
release. He would mark me until I broke into sweat and tears, and then
release my legs and come up behind me. I would feel the cold twinge of
his condom as he pushed his cock into me, and he would lay upon my
reddened back, the drops of sweat and the short puffs of his moans cool
against my heat. What a tremendous release, to abandon myself inside my
new found bisexuality, to revel in this contact with another man, to
feel myself filled as only I had filled others previously.
"We would have big parties in which he would have me sold to
various groups of people. He would watch as I was ordered to fuck, to be
fucked, by men, by women. The days spent in his care were blossoming my
identity within me and before long, I found myself less and less
attached to the image which I immediately associated upon meeting
someone, that of their gender. It mattered less when I would mount
myself upon someone, and I found myself grinding my ass against a
woman's pubic mound, as if to fuck hir penis. Occasionally I would have
hir satisfy me by strapping on dildoes of all sizes.
"But it was not completely fulfilling. At night I would dream of
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