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By *eka OP TV/TS 18 weeks ago
Manchester |
Part six
Meeting Lucile
After running my tongue diligently, attentively up and down, slowly, purposfuly up and down. Up and down, and along either side of her perfect. Tracing the edges of her perfect, perfect female sex. My warm and eager, moist, hungry tongue lavished by the promise.. the promised land of tasting the juicy quim that i hoped lay to taste inside her.
Stood as she was, thise toned to high heaven legs spread just so infront of... above me. Still, and constantly frightened by this entire situation i had somehow gotten myself into. Did nothing, not a jot! To deter my submissive sensual delight. As, eventually, and encouraged by her increasingly regular, slightly audible, yet ever so slightly slight, murmours of pleasure. After one long, expert lapping lick either side of her most intimate female beauty. My sissie tongue having softly licked all the way down to the most private part of Mistress Lucile's sex... The tasty forbidden slip of flesh between the bottom of her magical pussy and her now twitching bum hole. I , and rather bravely all things considered, brushed my tongue lightly over the tight star of her sumptuously pursed arse hole. Then let my tongue force its way delicatly, yet deeply inside her. My new Mummys lips widened with a welcoming ease. Silmultaneously we let out a sighing groaning moan of pleasure. She was so wet. I licked with deliberate slowness all the way from the base of her pussy to the top. Repeating this motion a half dozen or so times. Lucile was so juiced her juices dribbled down my chin. At which point i sucked on the hood of her sex. Drawing further gasps of increasingly heightening pleasure. From the both of us. Sucking and suckling on her female hotspot, i then expertly began to lick the under of her hood. Licking lightly over and over and round and around, and over and over her 'spot'. Until her thighs tensed and shivered as Mummy creamed heavily onto my worshiping, adoring tongue. Her thighs seemed to lead her entire body into a rousing chorus of twitching and gasping. Gently pulling my tongue ever so slightly off as she orgasmed. Blowing and breathing on her intimate femininity as she spazmed at my 'personal' service. The helplessly subby nature of my soul rendered as pleased with pleasuring her as i had ever been pleased sexually before. Ever!
Still kneeling before her. Between those magnificent thighs. Lucile eventualy composed herself. Helpless but to find myself staring longingly up into her eyes. The silence was eventually broken by..
'You good sissy aren't you my giirl. Now open your mouth wide for Mummy.'
I knew what was coming next and with shame i cannot deny my delighting in positioning myself as ideally as possible. Allowing my new and f*****g beautiful Mummy to gush what must have been several pints of her pee down my throat and all over my face. Yes, yes i loved it, embarrassed to admit trying to swallow as much of her ever so slightly off transparent liquid as she relieved herself.
Without much further 'a do'. And now completely smooth. Shaved, groomed as severely as a high class working lady, on a busy Saturday night. I dressed in the brand new 'attire' Mistress Lucile had laid out for me. Which comprised of brand spanking new, barely black, silk hold up stockings. Which fealt absolutely amazing over my freshly moisurised, succulently smooth legs. Oh, all this after she had, had me cover myself in baby oil whilst she smoked and poured me several heady cocktails of God only knows what! A tiny pair of black silken lace panties, fresh from the packet, and a brand spankingly new matching corset. With slits to slide those 'chicken fillet' type fillers in. Giving me, once Mummy had fixed me very tightly in. An ample enough, and reasonably natural cleavage. Which i loved, yep, i loved every single moment of. The scent of her sex and pee still enveloping my taste and smell all the while. Whispering in my ear more than twice, seemingly enjoying all this even more than i was... that i would soon enough have some real boobs of my own... so long as i continued to be her 'good giirl'.
Next a pair of, and i swear 7 inch high heeled, with a 3 inch platform, patent black stilletoe heels, heels/ankle boots. Which the straps of Mistress Lucile took time padlocking... yes padlocking, with the teeniest, tiniest padlock i ever dared dream.even existed shut. Around my ankles. Fixing me in to the loudest pair of 'porn shoes' surely on earth! Married to the corset, forcing my entire body to contort into a never before known female posture. I remember Mistress then passing me a piece of paper, a form to sign, i remember too feeling abruptly and confusingly wooosie. I remember too her fastening a patent black, 2 inch thick collar around my neck. Increasing even more aggressively the female posture i was now hopelessly taking on. A pair of over the elbow fingerless lacey gloves i then struggled to adorn...
Next thing i recall was waking up lay on a bed. Music playing. The faint humming buzz of voices. And an irritating brrrzzzzing on my left thigh. I think i dozed back off to sleep....
To be continued.....
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