Path: not-for-mail
From: Incest Man <familyincestfamilyincest@yahoo.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.d,alt.sex.stories.hetero
Subject: "My Fantasy" ch.1 (cons, tg, pd, mild bd, Mff)
Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2005 10:25:47 -0800
Organization: http://groups.google.com
Lines: 502
Message-ID: <1132511147.868799.183830@g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: 213.184.235.124
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1"
X-Trace: posting.google.com 1132511153 2110 127.0.0.1 (20 Nov 2005 18:25:53 GMT)
X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 20 Nov 2005 18:25:53 +0000 (UTC)
User-Agent: G2/0.2
X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; ru-RU; rv:1.7.12) Gecko/20050919 Firefox/1.0.7,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe)
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: g14g2000cwa.googlegroups.com; posting-host=213.184.235.124; posting-account=iMbkYAwAAABEzvBc57qWV1UoWr6vHxuA
===================
http://www.incesttabooo.com/myfant.html
My Fantasy (cons, tg, pd, mild bd, Mff)
Disclaimer
********************************************************************
This story contains consensual sex between an adult male and a minor
female(s), if you are not of legal age to read this or find this
type of story objectionable read no further.
********************************************************************
My Fantasy
Chapter 1
Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Joe, at least it was
before I met Mark. When I met Mark, I was a slightly overweight
28-year old male. We met at college I was just entering after being
in the Army, and Mark was working in his doctorate. Mark was in his
early thirties about six feet tall, slim and muscular. Over the
course of a semester we became good friends. Then one day he asked
me for my help in one of his projects. He explained that the
project was simple enough for me, because the only thing I had to do
was sleep. He explained that his doctorate thesis involved a
machine that allowed a doctor to see the dreams of his patients.
The experiment started with me taking a sleeping pill, otherwise I
could not have slept in the middle of the day. As the pill started
to take effect, I could feel Mark attach some electrodes to my head.
Soon I was off to dream land. When I woke up everything was
strange, I was in a different room, and my body felt strange. The
room I started out in was bright, and had large windows, the room I
was in now was more like a dungeon, and I was strapped to an
examining table, which I was not before. When I looked at the
straps, I noticed something that sent a shock through out my whole
body. I had a different body, I had breasts, and I had a pussy. As
I started to struggle with the straps, Mark walked in.
"Hi Joe or do you prefer Josephine," he said
"What the hell happened to me?" I asked.
"I'll explain, but first I have to warn you that young ladies do not
talk like that, next time you will have to be punished. See I lied
to you about my thesis, my actual experiment was about transferring
a person's mind into an android body to be used in cases where the
mind is sound but due to disease or accident the body is injured."
"But why me and why the body of a girl?
"You were the perfect subject; You have no family to come looking
for you. And I have a little secret. I am a pedophile, which is
why you are in the body of a girl. You are now have the body of a
11-year old girl. You are five feet tall, weigh about 80 pounds,
and wear a size ten. I have a full wardrobe for you. You will be
attending private classes that will train you to act like a young
lady. I will monitor your progress, and when I get an
unsatisfactory report you will be punished accordingly."
"Wow, thanks."
"Thanks? You mean you are not mad at me?"
"Mad at you, you have just made my deepest fantasy come true."
With that said he came over and remove the straps, when my arms were
undone I reached up and gave Mark a hug and a great big kiss.
"There are some clothes over on the table, go get dressed."
I walked over to the table there was a pair of pink nylon panties, a
pink training bra, a white dress with flowers on it, a pair of white
socks, and a pair of pink shoes. While I was sliding on the
panties, Mark asked me "So you really like the idea of being a young
girl?" "Oh yes, Mark. I love it." "You will not call me by my
first name anymore, young lady. You will refer to me as daddy!" He
practically yelled at me. In a meek voice I replied, "Yes Daddy, I
am sorry." I could see the look of shock on his face because I was
already starting to adapt to my new body.
As I admired the fit of the panties, how they molded themselves to
my body, how they hugged my hips, and the silky feeling to the
fabric on my skin, Mark explained about Samantha. He explained that
Sam was an earlier model android, and that her body would not grow
older like mine, and she was stuck as a nine year old girl, and how
Sam had a problem adapting to her new body, that she had basically a
discipline problem. Now was his turn to surprise me. He said,
"Because you seem so enthusiastic about being a girl, I am making
you an assistant teacher of Sam. You will be in charge of her when
not in class, reporting to me if she is disobedient or un- lady
like, and at night you will tutor her on that days lesson, and on
occasion you will assist in her punishment. But for you to keep
this position, your behavior must be better than perfect, I will
give you one week of leniency, after that if you make one mistake
you will be punished severely."
Then I noticed that it was starting to get a bit cold in the room,
because I was still only wearing my underwear. Picked up the
training bra, I read the tag. It said that it was a Juniorform bra,
and one size fits all. "Daddy, do I have to wear this, I really
don't need it yet." "Yes you must wear it," was all he said. So I
tried to put it on, but because I had never put on a bra on before I
could not figure how I was supposed to get the back snapped
together. After a couple of futile attempts Mark came over and said
"Here, like this." He put it on me backwards, snapped it closed,
then shifted it around so the closure was in the back. Then he had
me put my arms through the straps and adjusted them for a snug fit.
As he adjusted the cups, his fingers brushed across my puffy nipples
sending tingles through out my body. I slid the dress over my head
and let it fall over my body. I enjoyed the feel of the cool,
smooth cotton on my skin. I then put on the shoes and socks. The
shoes were a little tight at first, but I soon got accustomed to
them.
"Now for a little tour of the house, you are not allowed to in any
of the rooms alone, except the rooms that I will show you."
First we went into the Bedroom. It was empty at the time, obviously
there was room for three people to live comfortably. There were
three identical sets of beds of a four-poster bed, a chest of
drawers with a mirror, and a wardrobe. "Beautiful aren't they, and
everything is hand made from mahogany. You will be awakened at six,
you will be bathed and dressed by seven." From there we went to a
small dining area. "You will eat breakfast and lunch here." Then
he showed me the Library/Classroom. I was amazed at the amount of
books. The only place that I had seen more books was at my college
library which is the best research library in the state. In one
corner there was a couple of desks and a blackboard set up for
class. "You will attend class from seven-thirty to noon, and from
one until three. Every hour you will have a ten minute break when
you can use the bathroom or a drink of water. From noon to twelve
thirty you will eat lunch." After lunch you will sunbathe for 20
minutes either outside or on a tanning bed during inclement weather.
Continuing we went to the gymnasium. It was full of gymnastic
equipment, and a window that overlooked an olympic sized pool.
"From three until four-thirty you will have physical education, on
even days you will have a gymnastics instructor work with you, and
on odd days you will work with a swimming instructor. After that
you will free time, and prepare for dinner that is at six sharp.
Dinner is a formal occasion daily, so you will be clean and dressed
on time. After dinner you will have free time, except if you need
punishment. Lights out at nine, at that time you must be dressed
for bed and in your bed. Only on special occasions will this
schedule change."
Then he led me to the basement into what looked like a dungeon,
there were various devices for holding a person in what appeared to
be very uncomfortable positions. The walls were lined with a myriad
of paddles and whips of all different sizes. "This is the
punishment room, here Sam and you will be corrected for any
improprieties that occur during the day. Because you are to assist
in the reeducation of Sam, you will also assist in her punishment.
You will watch her nightly punishment, and participate when
directed."
Leading me upstairs and out onto a large patio, he started to tell
me a little about Sam. He told me that she had an average build for
a nine year old girl, even though she was really a 34- year old
male. Her table manners were horrendous, she can't dress herself
and fights with anyone who tries to dress her, and the way she
walks, talks, sits, and acts are not the way a nine year old girl
should. No matter what we do nothing helps.
As we walked on to the patio, I noticed a pretty little girl, naked
as the day she was born, lying on a lounge chair with her legs
spread, fiddling with her cunny.
"Samantha! Stop that immediately, stand up and come over here and
meet your new older sister Joe. Joe this is Sam. And Sam, that
will be ten lashes tonight to be administered by Joe for your
indiscretion. When not occupied during your daily activities you
will answer to Joe. Do you understand?"
"What ever."
"That is twenty more, ten for an un-lady like answer, and ten more
for not calling me Daddy. Now try again."
"Yes daddy," she said with a little curtsy.
"Joe see how she responded that is how you are to do it as well."
As the little escapade between daddy and Sam occurred, I took the
time to look Sam over. She was a couple inches shorter than I, with
long red hair that was slightly curly and hung down between her
shoulder blades, bright green eyes, a cute button nose. She had no
chest to speak of, but she had the cutest pink nipples ever. She
also had no hair on her pussy, so I could see her little cleft.
"So I see that you have seen the front of Sam, not it is time to see
what the results of her punishment look likes." He then grabbed
Sam's arm at twisted her around so I could see her bottom. It was
crisscrossed with several welts. "Ember what this looks like,
because if you make too many mistakes your ass will look like this
too."
Walking up came a beautiful blonde woman, daddy introduced her as
Mistress Jenna and said, "you will address her as mistress of
Mistress Jenna. Today is a special day for the rest of the day
until dinner, Mistress Jenna will instruct you on the basics of
being a girl with Sam as a model. Jenna take control of the girls."
"Girls follow me" she said as she went in to the house. "Since the
model is nude we shall start by showing you some of you new clothes,
what they are for and how to put them on. Because you wore
underwear before you already know how to put on panties, but be
aware that there are many different styles such as: bikini, thong,
brief, and g-string and fabrics including: cotton, nylon, silk,
polyester, and many others. " When we reached the bed room Mistress
Jenna told me to take off my dress, and had Sam put on a pair of
panties. She chose a baby blue pair of cotton briefs.
"The lesson will begin with pantyhose and stockings. Sam go pick
out a pair of pantyhose, and a pair of stockings. " Mistress Jenna
went over to my dresser and got a pair of pantyhose and stocking for
me to use. "The difference between pantyhose and stockings are that
pantyhose cover the area that the panties cover and do not require
any garters to hold them up. Sam, put on your pantyhose, and DO IT
RIGHT or else." I sat there as Sam slowly bunched up the hose into
a small pile and inserted her feet in the pile and gently pulled
them up until they were on. "See how she was careful with her
fingernails so she did not put any runs in her pantyhose. Now you
try." I tried to emulate Sam's motions, but in spite of my
carefulness I put a run in them. Mistress Jenna got a disgusted
look on her face and said, "You better be more careful. The
stockings in your wardrobe have build it garters so you will not
have to worry about them."
"Now we continue to bras, you will start wearing a training bra,
there are front closures, back closures, and some strapless in your
wardrobe. Because you are already wearing a bra I will not have to
teach you how to put it on. Now on to dresses." We went into a
large walk in closet. "Your dresses are on the left hand side, and
Sam's are on the right side. The dresses near the door are to be
worn during class, the dresses in the middle are for dinner, and the
dresses away from the door are for special occasions, and are not to
be touched unless told to. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress." I replied.
"Good. Sam take a dress and put it on. Watch her and see how she
only unzips it enough to put it on so she can still reach the
zipper, and zip the dress up without help." She explained as Sam
put on her dress.
She then led us back into the bed room. "Sit down in front of the
mirror." When I sat at the desk, it was the first time I saw my new
self. I had strikingly blonde hair it was short only shoulder
length, but straight. I also had baby blue eyes, the kind that
would break any man's heart. Mistress picked up a hair brush and
started to brush my hair. "Watch what I'm doing, you will be doing
this from now on. Stand up. Sam, at the mirror, and apply your
makeup." I watched as Sam put on a little lipstick and some blush
to her cheeks. "Now you sit and put on your make up." I sat down
again and applied a pretty pink lipstick and a small amount of
blush. "Good, you will get better with time." Mistress said.
Then she led us into the bathroom. "Now for the final lesson for
today. Sam use the toilet."
"But Mistress, I don't need to."
"I said do it NOW!"
"Yes Mistress"
I watch as Sam lifted up the skirt of her dress and carefully pulled
down her pantyhose and panties. Sitting on the toilet, she spread
her legs and started to strain with the effort to pee. After a
couple of minutes she let out a small spurt of pee. Then she took a
small piece of toilet paper and wiped her cunny. Done she pulled up
her panties, and pantyhose, then flushed the toilet.
"Today's lessons are over and it is time for dinner."
She led us into a elegant dining room. There was a huge table in
the middle of the room. Daddy was sitting at the table already
waiting for our arrival. He pointed to the chair on his right and
motioned for me to sit there. While sitting I remembered watching
girls from my past smooth the back of their skirts when they sat
down, so I mimicked their actions. Once seated, I clasped my hands
together on my lap, while I waited for dinner to be served. Sam on
the other hand, did not smooth her dress, sat with her legs spread
apart, and with his elbows on the table.
Soon the first course arrived, it was small garden salad. I took my
napkin and placed it on my lap, then selected what I hoped to be the
proper fork and ate the salad using small dainty bites. Sam did not
bother with the napkin, did not bother to use the proper fork, and
shoveled the salad into her mouth. The rest of the dinner went the
same way. Me trying to be the best young lady I could while Sam was
the worst she could.
After dinner Sam and I went to our room to prepare for punishment.
That involved taking off all of our clothes, and putting them in the
dirty laundry baskets. The only thing we were allowed to wear a
pair of slippers during punishment. Then taking out our night
clothes. I picked out a pair of white cotton briefs, and a matching
white nylon night shirt with lace on the front and neck.
When we were done we reported to the dungeon for punishment.
Because I was the oldest I was first to be punished. I was to get
five strokes for ruining my pantyhose with a run. Daddy picked up a
paddle about the size of a ping-pong paddle. He brought it up to my
bottom, and rubbed it a little while, saying it was for me to get
accustomed to its feel. Then he raised his arm and brought it down
hard on my bottom. It felt like a thousand needles had hit my
bottom. "That one does not count, because you did not count it for
me." Daddy said.
He then smacked me with the paddle again. "One daddy."
"Good, that was better. Because of this and you excellent attempt
at dinner the rest will go to Sam."
He then tied Sam to what looked like a saw horse with padding on it.
She was tied so that she was laying the length of it with her arms
and legs attached to the legs of the saw horse. She was in a
position that I could see her poop hole. He picked up a
cat-o'-nine-tails and started to whip Sam. As he continued, I could
see Sam's bottom turning red. Then half-way through daddy stopped
and handed me the whip and told me to finish. I was amazed at Sam,
she acted like nothing was happening to her. Taking the whip I
started to work on her bottom, after five good whacks, I decided to
change tactics. I let the whip land across her tender poop hole.
At that she let out a scream that could have been herd for miles
away. By the time I was finished she was in tears. After I
finished daddy came up with the paddle and said "this is for your
appalling behavior " and applied ten more whacks right in the center
of her bottom. Then he put some cream on Sam's bottom. He
explained that it was to sooth her bottom, and prevent any
infection.
"You now get a hour break to recover before you learn what our
special nights are. Report to my room at exactly eight thirty." We
went back to our bedroom, where I looked at my bottom in a full
length mirror. It was slightly pink from the two smacks I got. Sam
jumped on her bed and sobbed into her pillow, she was mumbling
something about teaching us all. I went over to her bed and forced
her to sit up. "What did you say?"
"I said I'm going to teach you and those other two monsters, someday
I'm going to break out of here and tell everyone about you."
"Look at you, you are a nine year old girl. Who would believe you
if you told them the truth. No one. They would either bring you
right back here, or put you in a loony bin where they would use
psychiatrist and drugs to help you, and when that did not work they
might use elector- shock therapy or do a lobotomy." After I said
that I let her go.
I left our room and went to daddy's room. I knocked lightly on his
door and he said come in. "You are early. What do you want?"
"I wanted to talk to you about Sam, and ask you a few questions.
First when we returned to our room Sam said she was going to try to
break out. And when we were being punished, I noticed that spanking
her had almost no effect on her. I read a book a while ago where a
princess had the same problem. It was solved by adding sexual
stimulation during her punishment. That way her body equated the
stimulation to pain, sort of like Pavlov's dog. Then when she was
punished, she was aroused, but not allowed to reach climax. Which
proved more brutal than the punishment she received."
"That sounds like a good idea, I'll think about it. What book did
that come out of?"
"It was The Sleeping Beauty Saga by Ann Rice."
"What did you want to ask me?"
"I wanted to ask if I could grow my hair longer to about as long as
Sam's."
"Ok if that is what you want to do."
Just then there was a soft knock on the door. "Come in Samantha."
Sam came in and quietly closed the door, walked over to the bed and
sat down next to daddy. He bent over and kissed Sam on the mouth.
While he was kissing her he began to play with her tiny nipples.
Finished with the kiss, he said. "So planning on escaping and
threatening us again are we." Then he gave her nipple a vicious
twist. Sam winced with the pain, and said "that bitch told you
didn't she."
"She told me you planned to escape, but I already knew about it.
She just proved where her loyalty lies. Now, undress me."
I watched as Sam carefully undressed daddy. She neatly folded his
clothes and placed them in a pile. This was the first time I seen
daddy's peter. It was huge, still mostly soft it was at least eight
inches long and two inches around. He guided Sam's mouth to his
peter. She slowly worked up and down on daddy's peter. It slowly
grew until it was completely hard at twelve inches long, and two and
a half inches around. After a couple of minutes Sam had daddy's
entire peter in her mouth, as she bobbed up and down. Watching her
expert mouth on daddy's peter, I started to get a tingling feeling
between my legs. I moved up behind Sam and started to lick her
cunny. I had never tasted a girl before, and she tasted like sweet
candy. I licked to the top of her cunny, and found the little bump
that was her clit. I started to lick and suck her tiny clit. Every
now and then I would lick across her cunny lips down to her poop
hole. It tasted different from her cunny, but it was great. She
started to respond to my licking, I could taste her juices running
from her cunny.
Daddy lied down on his back and Sam sat on top of him. He rubbed
his peter on her cunny a couple of times before sinking the head in.
He worked his peter in and out of her tight cunny. It stretched her
cunny lips obscenely around its great girth. I bent down behind Sam
and licked her poop hole. I tried to insert my tongue into her poop
hole, but it was too tight. So I snuck my finger into her cunny to
scoop up a little lube. Then I inserted it into her tight poop
chute. It was incredible, it felt like I had placed my finger in a
vice, and I could feel daddy's peter through the thin membrane that
separated her poop chute from her cunny hole. Soon she was
thrusting back on my finger and daddy's peter. When I felt her poop
hole start to loosen I added a second finger. While I continued to
finger Sam's bottom, I maneuvered myself around so I could suck on
her breasts. I started by licking around her tiny nipple. I then
placed a kiss on her nipple. I sucked her rubbery nipple into my
mouth, and rubbed my teeth across it. I tightened my grip on her
nipple and pulled on it. Sam was really beginning to respond to my
actions. I think daddy was beginning to enjoy it as well.
Just then daddy flipped over slamming Sam into the bed. He roughly
pulled her up by her hips, so she was on her hands and knees.
Placing his peter against her poop hole, daddy plunged his peter
half way in Sam's poor poop chute. Sam cried out from the painful
intrusion. After a couple of strokes daddy's peter was buried to
the hilt in Sam's abused poop chute. I wiggled my way under Sam so
I faced her cunny. With a better access to Sam's cunny. I started
by licking her clit. I licked around her cunny, and stuck my tongue
into her cunny hole. The taste was a little different than the
first time. I could taste a little blood in her cunny. Daddy was
sure rough when he put his peter in there. But I continued to lick
the walls of her cunny. Taking her clit into my mouth, I began to
scrape my teeth across her sensitive button. All of a sudden daddy
start to yell "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"
As he pulled his peter out of Sam's distended poop hole, I watched
it as it slowly shrunk its normal size. I quickly ran my tongue up
to her puckered poop hole. I licked at the mixture of cum and poop
oozing out of Sam's hole.
"You seem to like that." Daddy said as he had Sam sit up, while she
straddled my face. "You will eat everything that comes out of Sam's
asshole, while Sam drains my cum out of her ass. If you miss a
drop, I'll fuck your virgin asshole right now without any lube."
I spread Sam's bottom cheeks, and put my mouth on her poop hole. I
sucked on her poop hole and felt it open as a glop of cum and poop
dropped into my mouth. The taste was strange, I experimented
tasting my own cum before, but the mixture of cum and poop was
something new. I can't say I liked it at first, but I also can't
say I hated it either. After A couple more glop's, I stuck my
tongue up Sam's poop chute, too clean her insides. Even though she
was a little looser because of daddy's peter, her poop chute was
still tight, and hurt my tongue, but I cleaned her out.
When I let my lip lock on Sam's poop hole, daddy sent Sam back to
our room. "I am impressed with your performance tonight. Your
incentive was pleasing, and I believe that it was with your aid that
Sam was more responsive than she has ever has been in the past."
"Requested to speak freely, daddy." "Granted."
"It would help if you were a little more gentle when you make love.
It seems to me that the only thing that concerns you is your
pleasure, and not the pleasure of your companion. Not only would
Sam be more responsive, but it might just be what she needs to
improve her ways."
"I will think about it. Not return to your room, bathe and go to
sleep. And be ready for tomorrow, it will be your turn."
"Yes daddy."
When I returned to the bed room, Sam was finished with her bath.
She had just finished putting on a light green pair of cotton
panties, when she came running up and kissed me.
"What was that for?"
"It was for helping me back there. No one has ever been that gentle
with me since I came here. And I wanted to thank you."
"I will make you a deal. I will try to make sex with daddy better,
if you help me by trying to be a better little girl. I know you can
do it, I saw you get dressed perfectly before. What do you say?"
"I will try the best I can."
"That is all I can ask for."
I took my bath, brushed my teeth, brushed out my hair, and put on my
panties and nightie. While I slept I dreamt about how it would feel
to have daddy's peter in all of my holes.
Tons of xxx stories? >
http://www.incesttabooo.com/myfant.html