May 24th, 2010 | 
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my cock slowly shrinking into my body, pulling upward until my testicles
sucked right into my body. A female friend then came over to me and
knelt in front of me, slowly licking my brand-new cunt, and I felt my
legs moisten from my new hole, dripping in a patch below me. And the
first sensation of blood, thinking that my skin had split inside of me,
feeling my muscles cramp and then relax as sie stroked me, took care of
me. But this was not my skin breaking, and I was not being damaged:
there was only the slow drip of my blood from between my legs and the
knowledge that this was my first period.
"That dream tremendously shaped me. I woke up expecting to find my
penis gone, but there was only the sight of my semi-hard cock withering
away as the last vestiges of the dream left me. Like a power released in
me, I felt the desire to take my master in my hands, to fuck him until
he had come, and to continue fucking him until my own orgasm came
shaking across my body.
"He awoke, and saw the look in my eyes, and realized the period of
his mastery of me was coming to an end. He slowly rolled himself onto
his back and I threw my leg over him, and pressed myself into the warmth
of his neck. I whispered in his ear about the dream, and I could feel
his arousal growing underneath me. Grabbing a condom, I quickly
maneuvered myself onto his cock, watching the release and acceptance
flow over him as I let myself be transformed.
"I was wrapped in the moment. He rested a finger under my soft
cock and began to massage it, stroking from the base to brush the tip of
my penis, which slowly began transforming under his touch. He reached up
and cupped my breast, bending forward to circle my nipple. I rocked back
and forth on his cock, feeling a surge of change, power and love
radiating from me. I grabbed his arms and thrust them to the bed,
clamping myself on top of him, thrusting harder and harder upon his
body. I felt myself for the first time claim him as if a woman, not as a
man: I was not his slave riding on top of him, pleasing my master,
hoping and waiting for my cock to start shooting warm come all over his
belly. My cock disappeared from my mind as I stared into his eyes, I
felt as if it had shrunk, I could feel the stroke of his hair upon me as
if to tease the lips of my cunt, to stroke my clitoris. I felt the
transformation move out through my body, my sweat in beads across my
erect nipples, my skin rippling in waves, my back arching.
"That night, I became a master: I learned the control of my body,
the control of my mind, more certainly than anyone had ever dominated my
body or put commands into my mind. I knew for certain that I could not
top anyone if I hadn't first the strength, the certainty, within myself,
to know boundary and limit, and to break such boundary and limit with
the strength of imagination."
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