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Subject: REPOST: France 3/3
From: bruona@mail.portup.com (B. Ruona)
Date: Sat, 26 Apr 1997 08:43:33 GMT
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Modeling lingerie in France
part 3 (of 3)
Whilst Madame spoke on the phone she kept glancing at me and I feared
that I might be the subject of the conversation, I dearly hoped that I was
not going to be humiliated further but realised that if that was her
intention I was going to have no say in the matter.
Just about noon, the door opened and Margerite showed a lady into the
lounge, Madame greeted her with a kiss and introduced me to Doctor
Goulez. It appeared that she had come for lunch then she was due to
examine me! ! The colour drained from my face at this news.
"Don't worry Jeanette, Madame just wants me to ensure that you are in
good health. I've looked after the family for many years and I'm sure you
hold no surprises for me." Lunch for me was rather a fraught affair but I
was plied with wine that relaxed me somewhat and I joined in the
conversation. After coffee she said, "Right Jeanette, let's go and check
you out!"
We went up to my bedroom where they sat on the sofa and watched whilst
Margerites brown fingers divested me of all my clothes, cache sex and
after applying solvent my false breasts. I stood before them a boy of
almost 17 years of age with a hairless body, a beautifully made up face,
soft coiffured hair with a pretty pink bow in it and pierced ears with
delicate pearls fastened in them.
My skin was as usual bright pink as she gently took my flaccid organ in
her warm hand and caressed my scrotal sac with the other. Despite my
humiliation I gradually began to respond. "Now cherie tell me how it all
began, your love for the feminine life, that is."
I told my story from the very beginning all of three months ago. As I did
so every time that my erection started to subside she would manipulate me
until it returned. When I had finished my tale I was trembling at her soft
insistant touch.
"Tell me Jeanette do you like this?"
"Oh yes doctor," I admitted, "Very much."
"Better than making love with Brigitte?" I was shy in front of her mother
but replied, "No, no that's so beautiful." She picked up my discarded
panties wrapped them around my shaft and stroked me quite hard. "How
about this Jeanette, do you like this?" I didn't need to reply, the soft
material and her incessant rubbing was incredible and I started to come in
an enormous orgasm pumping away with my hips into the delicate frilly
panties, a moan of ecstasy escaping from my lips. They smiled at each
other, a look of success and delight on their faces. Margerite wiped me
off and Doctor Goulez asked if I'd enjoyed the enema that I'd been given
that morning. Again embarrassed at such a personal question I hesitated
slightly and without warning, she squeezed my scrotum lightly, "I want an
honest reply Jeanette, it is important to gauge your exact reactions if I'm
to make a diagnosis and unless you want me to hurt you badly you will
speak now."
I hurt from her action and no longer hesitated, "I felt ashamed at having
it done to me especially in front of Madame, but I admit that in a funny
way there was a sense of enjoyment in the actual process. "
Again that answer seemed to please them, the middle finger of her hand
holding my testicles stroked me between my cheeks and pressed against
my anus. I wriggled at this touch on such a sensitive part of my anatomy
but she just increased the pressure on my scrotum forcing me to allow her
finger to enter. "That's better, Jeanette," she murmured as I open my legs
wider, "Now come on over to the bed."
She removed an article from her bag it was about 2 dm long, round about
3 cm across and with a gently rounded tip. I was made to lean over the
bed, my buttocks in the air, I guessed what was about to happen and
pleaded with them. "Don't be silly, cherie," said Madame Charlotte, "I
can always get the rest of my staff to hold you down! "
I capitulated and lay there shaking as my cheeks were parted and it was
pressed against me. My muscles tensed but Doctor Goulez stroked my
buttocks gently and whispered words of comfort to me and I gradually
relaxed. Despite having been masturbated only minutes before I found
myself becoming erect, my penis touching the cool satin coverlet on my
bed. She slipped her other hand between my legs saying, "Oh yes Jeanette,
you really are very receptive, you are enjoying this aren't you? " Her
light fingers fluttering along the length of my hard penis and all I could
do was to shake my head in a futile attempt to contradict my body's reply.
The instrument was taken away and I was laid out on the bed, my shaft
jutting upwards, tears were rolling down my flushed cheeks. All three
looked down at me with expressions of satisfaction on their handsome
faces. Madame turned to Margerite and said, "I think our little she-male
requires some assistance perhaps you'd be good enough to oblige." She
walked over to the wardrobe and returned within seconds carrying a pair
of frilly panties in her hand and once again I was masturbated to orgasm.
I was exhausted both mentally and physically and just lay there as the
Doctor rubbed my nipples with a cotton wool ball that was wet with a
liquid that made them go numb. I watched as she prepared syringe and
injected into each of my tiny nipples a small amount of colourless liquid.
She turned to Madame Charlotte, "There my dear it will take about three
to four weeks but then our little Jeanette will be the proud possessor of a
pair of lovely breasts with delicate sensitive nipples!"
"And I have heard from dear Agathe that little Jeanettes late mother was
very well endowed, with heavy double D tits, large aureolas and
protrudent nipples, and that runs in the family, doesn=B4t it, doctor?
I moaned deeply at hearing this." Oh no, please no. I'm a boy I admit I
like wearing dresses and sexy lingerie but I don't want to be made into a
girl, please, please."
"Don't worry Jeanette the hormone that I've injected into you is very
localised and will only affect your mammary glands. You'll still have full
use of your masculine equipment as you know Charlotte."
"Yes, indeed Jeanette and it will only last for about six months then its up
to your Aunt whether you are confined to womanhood or you revert back
to being Jens."
"Six months," I cried, "but what about school? "
"That's all been taken care of cherie, your aunt has employed Brigitte as a
governess for you. She will give you all formal education, we others will
work hard letting you find confidence in your new role as a girl"
I was shattered by this statement and could offer no more resistance as the
doctor gave me a local injection of collagen to enhance the fullness of my
lips. Margerite slipped a soft negligee about me and drew light
diaphanous panties up to my waist. I was in a mild state of shock and
drifted into an uneasy slumber as the drapes were closed and they left me
to my dreams.
CHAPTER SIX
Margerite awoke me about 7 p.m. gave me my bath. My false breasts
were again affixed to my chest. She tweaked the pink nipples saying,
"Well mamselle not long before you have your own to play with, eh?"
She giggled and dressed me in Marie's kid leather basque which was a
ultra-feminine gorgeous glossy turquoise thing with lashings of white
lace. No cache sex just pretty turqouise Brazilian-style tangas in the same
glossy kid skin encasing my powdered genitals, leaving my buttocks bare
white stay-up silk stockings and knee-high turquoise boots with 12 cm
spike heels. She made me up rather glamourously a turquoise eye shadow
blusher mascara, eye liner and pale pink lipstick that matched my nail
varnish.
As she fastened a turquoise satin bow to the back of my hair the door
opened and in came Madame with the prettiest girl who from her looks
just had to be Brigitte's sister, Marie. She was and greeted me with a kiss
on each cheek and finally planted a long one on my carmined lips.
Madame Charlotte dismissed Margerite saying that Marie could finish
helping me to dress and that it would give us an opportunity to become
better acquainted with each other.
"You look beautiful, Jeanette, such delicate features can understand how
my sister fell for you," she ran her hand over my protruding ass. "A
gorgeous figure too darling, that I understand will soon be added to." She
spoke in that lovely sexy accent just like her mother and sister. "You like
wearing my pretty lingerie cherie?
She was so disarming and sympathetic I felt so close to her and gushed.
"Oh yes, Marie I just adore it. It is so pretty I find it to be so soft and
sensuous it makes me feel like a princess." She laughed, not at me but
with me. "Yes cherie, maman always did insist on buying the prettiest
scanties for me. I too love the feel of leather, satin and lace it feels so
good on one's body." She knew exactly how I felt, it was wonderful to
have someone to confide in. We chatted happily for some moments and
then she helped me into an elegant turquoise dress that floated dreamily
over my sensitive skin: the bodice showing off my trim figure and the
wide satin ribbon about my waist emphasising my tight corseting. To
match my pearl earrings a four strand choker about my slim neck and she
spritzed me with perfume just everywhere.
"Darling Jeanette, shall I ask maman if I can sleep in my old room tonight
with you?" I was overjoyed, "Oh yes please Marie, yes please." She
laughed happily and taking my hand led me downstairs to join Madame.
"Stand here by my chair, Jeanette," she instructed. Her hand tightly ran
up the inside of my leg, she took no notice of the fact that the staff were
in the room, her fingers worked their way to the tops of my stockings and
played with the second hide of the tight tanga. It was obvious that she was
demonstrating her control of me and my acceptance of it. Marie smiled
understandingly at me, she looked glorious. Her breasts with erect nipples
pushing out her opaque white silk blouse, her shapely legs crossed
revealing frilly white petticoats under her full black velvet skirt. Her
black silk stockings had a diamante design on her lovely ankle and her
black patent shoes showed a scarlet polished nail in the peep toe.
"I think Marie is getting jealous cherie you'd better go and join her."
I now stood alongside her and not content with playing with the soft
leather of my undies she boldly caressed my genitals. "Do you like this
cherie? " I gulped as I felt her nail run down the whole length of my shaft
from head to base.
"Oh Marie oh yes, yes please." I could feel my legs beginning to turn to
jelly. "Now stop that girls," said Madame, "I'd hate to see Jeanette have an
accident."
During dinner Marie broached the subject of sleeping with me and
Madame acquiesced but said to me, "Are you sure Jeanette because I will
not let you change your mind later." "Yes Madame I'm positive I won't
change my mind."
"Very well girls, I'm sure you will be able to find something to occupy
the time. Now if you've finished, I've got a couple of erotic videos for
you."
We sat in the lounge, Marie and I on a sofa, her arm about my shoulders
and as I started I recognised the set for it was my bedroom. Suddenly as
the door opened and I walked in followed by the doctor I realised what
the video was of my examination that took place only that afternoon. I
was horrified but had to sit through it again. The camera must have been
behind the dressing table mirror.
Marie was marvellous, she stroked me and said how much she liked me
both as a girl and a boy. I was so relieved when it had finished and then
Madame put the next one in the machine. Again it was the bedroom but as
the door opened this time Marie could be seen entering with Margerite
who proceeded to help her to undress. A black satin dress showed her
clad in a gorgeous slip lavishly embellished with lace and ribbons. She
must have known she was on film because she kept striking sexy poses.
Her slip was then removed leaving her clad in black stockings,
suspenders, bra and panties.
Margerite unclasped her bra and her purple lips then kissed those firm
breasts and nipples, it was so erotic I felt myself harden. Margerite then
knelt at her feet removed her shoes and silk stockings and her suspenders
from under her panties. She kissed the fabric at the V of her thighs and
rubbed her cheek against her, Marie all the time was pinching her nipples
and rubbing her large firm bosom. Her panties were slowly pulled down
her legs revealing a tiny black lace G string tied with a satin bow on each
hip. Marie's voice came clearly over the sound track, it was laced with
naked sexual undertones, "Please Margerite please do me, now."
Margerite's brown fingers released the tiny bows and the whisp of lace
drifted to the carpet. I caught my breath for there was a full set of
masculine sex organs!!
I found my head being turned and Marie's lips met mine. Without
thinking opened my mouth passionately and our tongues met. Madame
spoke as we parted, "What do you think of my youngest daughter,
Jeanette?" I couldn't think straight I was partly repulsed but I was so
attracted to this beautiful sexy girl that was holding me in her arms.
"Doctor Goulez entered the sex of girl on the birth certificate as I'd never
wanted a son and I brought Marie up as a daughter and she loved it.
Didn't you darling? "
"Yes maman, I've no regrets. I feel I have the best of both worlds, don't
you Jeanette?" I had at last found my voice.
"I'm not sure I'm so confused, my feelings for Marie and what has been
happening to me in the last few months, I don't know." And disolved into
tears. Marie held me to her bosom and said to her mother, "I'll take her
off to bed the poor thing is overwrought."
She sat me at the dressing table and removed my makeup, then my boots
and dress. By now I'd calmed down and watched as she removed her
blouse and skirt. Her proud breasts pressed up against me, my slip rustled
against her frilly petticoats and her lips kissed mine slowly pushing her
tongue into my mouth. Our sweet breath mingled, I was still unsure and
was very much the passive partner. She carefully removed my kid leather
basque and dressed me in a turquoise nightgown and soft loose frilly
panties. She joined me on the satin bedsheets clad only in a pair of
diaphanous silken panties, she knelt astride my thighs I could feel our
genitals touch through the layers of soft material. She moved gently on
me bending me over so that her breasts touched my parted lips. There
was a whisper of satin on silk on skin. I suckled on her breasts and
fondled them tenderly as I'd done with Brigitte, her hand reached
between my legs rubbing gently and I just had to respond. She was
insistant but not overpowering and soon we lay side by side, each holding
each others sex in our hands both of us aroused.
Our scents mingling with the heady odour of sex, she lifted the hem of
my gown up to my waist and starts to take off my panties. I raised my
buttocks willingly to enable her to do this. She slid down the bed and ran
her mouth and hot wet tongue up and down my rampant organ, she kissed
my lower belly, thighs and testicles. "Oh Marie please take me please," I
begged hoarsely. Returning to my penis she soon brought me to my
climax. She raised herself and kissed my lips. She gently turned me over
onto my face, placed two satin covered pillows under my belly and
kneeling between my thighs she spread my cheeks and placed her organ
against me. I stiffened but she gently caressed me through my nightie
rubbing the satin erotically against my hairless body, I relaxed and
moaned into the satin sheet as she made love to me. Slowly she rocked to
and fro whispering words of love and affection faster and faster. Her
other hand reached around my waist clasping my slowly hardening organ
through my gown.
Pumping away she timed our mutual orgasm to perfection. I screamed
girlishly in ecstasy as I flooded into the satin and lace of my nightdress.
We lay clasped to each others bosom. We were both satiated and despite
the sticky mess in my nightie I soon drifted off to sleep.
I awoke next morning to find Marie wiping me down with a soft warm
wet cloth. She was dressed in groin high red boots made of the thinnest
possible leather, and lovingly continued with encasing my feet and legs in
a similar outfit. The leather had no lining, first it chilled and squeezed
m=
y
legs, then it suddenly felt like a part of my body.
Her penis was jutting out prettily and I reached over and shyly took hold
from washing but was so beautiful I rolled over to the edge of the bed and
held it.
The door opened and I tried to tear myself away but she held me tight. I
looked up to see Margerite smiling at me. "Not bad for a novice," said
Marie to the maid. I blushed hard. "Take off your panties Margerite,"
ordered Marie. Oh God what next?
With a grin from ear to ear she reached up under her skirt and removed a
pair of white lacy knickers. She rubbed the warm scented crotch around
my lips wiping them. Marie lifted Margerite's skirt and frilly petticoats
up to her waist revealing yet another transvestite! Her equipment was
much darker than her golden brown skin, much smaller than Marie's or
mine, just 3 or 4 centimetres, but definitely male. Marie took my hand
and placed it on the rapidly hardening penis and said, "Come on darling,
let's see you satisfy Margerite."
I fondled the hairless testicles and toyed with her, I wouldn't say
willingl=
y
but obediently. Marie was now caressing me softly. When she had
finished she knelt at the side of the bed and kissed me saying, "Would you
like me to fellate you mamselle?" "Oh no," said Marie, "I think our little
Jeanette would like to make love to you," "Certainly mamselle," and she
stripped off her clothes and joined me on the bed clad only in a white
basque and stockings the half cups revealing small but pert brown breasts
and almost violet nipples.
She laid on her face her derriere sticking up sexilly, Marie made me
kneel between her thighs. Margerite sensing my hesitation wriggled her
hips deliciously and pushed back onto me. My hands cupped her breasts, I
felt Margerite's breathing as movements in my cock. When I started to
ram her asshole I heard a wonderful whispering creak from the leather of
my boots, and enjoyed a delightful orgasm, just as the leather got hot
from my movements and I felt it's wonderful smell increasing.. I
collapsed on top of her quite satiated.
It had been quite an experience as had the last few months and I am now
proud to tell you how my breasts grew into - well, not DD:s as my
mother=B4s - but proud B-cups, thrusting upwards and outwards, and how
Marie lovingly gave me the ultimate piece of jewelery, a diamond-
covered platinum flower, 4 cm in diametre, functioning rather like a
washer - she pulled my left nipple through the center hole of the flower
so that it stood out against the brownish pink of my large aureola, then
she pierced the nipple horizontally near the flower and inserted a rather
big platinum ring which holds the flower firmly and keeps tugging a bit
in my nipple as the three 15 cm platinum chains fastened to the ring
dangle with my movements. It is not permanent, but I love to use it.
CHAPTER SIX
After six months, of course, Aunt Agathe decided that I was to be raised a
woman and trained towards sexual relations with men, I stayed for a few
years with madame Charlotte, who had my young body trained to
perfection in women=B4s work-out, swimming and jazz dance until I became
an alert, lithe, pliant and proud cat-woman, and introduced me to the
hectic social life and the handsome Latin men at the Cote d'Azur.
Since I was tall, extremely long-legged with a dancer's floating walk,
sported Nordic features and had a model=B4s build, Madame Charlotte fixed
me up with one of the local fashion houses. Now, by 20 years, I am a
fairly well-known model here in Southern France, have occasionally
worked for a Paris fashion house, and do quite a lot of modelling for
magazines and advertising. Last week I did the Durand lingerie catalog,
and yesterday this dark handsome business executive-type repeatedly
asked me to marry him and kissed my hand, neck, eyes and lips in front
of the camera as we did the deodorant TV-commercial.
My fetish for boots is still on, I love to have my legs strictly encased in
leather, and I have made spike heel boots more or less a trademark. In
private, I quite often wear blue or red boots with faded skin-tight jeans,
gentlemen I meet adore the way the high heels make my pelvis tilt
forward and exaggerate my tight and muscular butt, so they actually can
not keep their hands off it, I am always happy when I feel the strong
hands of strangers caressing my buttocks in crowded buses and trains.
I have got a wardrobe filled with more than 50 pairs of boots, most of
them with 12 cm heels, a few up to 15 cm, so there is always a matching
pair avaliable to all my leisure and formal wear. I have them in all
possible lengths, cowboy style, knee-length and amazing loin-hugging
groin-high.
I still love Marie, and occasionally meet her, but somehow I have started
to focus my life on impressing men, men with money, men with power or
just those men with wonderful muscular bodies that hang out on the
beaches.
And I am made to excite and fascinate them, in the poshest streets, on the
ballroom floor dressed in a revealing gown, at the beach dressed just in a
string tanga, with Marie's platinum flower sparkling and reflecting
sunshine from my naked bosom.
And it is remarkable how few hang-ups these tough Latin men have, they
treat me every part a lady, they are gallant and observant. What is hidden
between my legs is no secret, not to them, not to my agency, not to the
photographers or fashion houses.
Rich and successful men adore me: I am tall and beautiful, I certainly
look as if I cost a fortune in designer clothes, jewellery, sports cars,
fur=
s
and dinners. As I walk by their side through the doors of the Monte Carlo
casino, it is obvious to everyone that they can afford to court the most
beautiful lady on the Cote d'Azur.
Well, I am a she-male, but they really do not care. It even brings an extra
dimension to some of them, wealthy men love to dominate other men, and
having sexual power over a divine and radiant young and healthy boy
with firm and silky tits, dressed in high heels and lingerie is the ultimate
kick for many of them.
I mean, guys making a ritual of slowly disrobing a woman, fondling each
part of her as it is revealed - it is quite to be expected. But with me,
almost every time I get laid, they indeed flatter me by also putting each
garment on me again, at a leisurely pace, kissing and caressing my tanned
skin. My collection of exquisite corsets and basques in hand-decorated
leather or embroidered silk is growing rapidly, just because my lovers
enjoy the ceremony of personally decorating my stunning body with its
dual messages.
And the rich and mighty accept my giant clitoris, even carefully and
patiently caress it and bring me to climax, before seeking their reward
between my breasts, in my moist mouth or my tight asshole.
I feel so alive on my back with a strong man thrusting deep into my
abdomen, my silk sheathed slender legs cramped around his waist - he is
offering me his wonderful semen, his source of life. And as I digest and
assimilate the semen through my throat or intestines, I also feel that I
absorb a little part of each man's strength, his virility is building a yet
stronger femininity in me.
But my attitude to men may be changing in the future:
=46or the next six months, I have a series of photo jobs for a tyre company
as a spoiled millionaire's daughter biker broad displayed with a lethal
black MC between my legs. They paid me quite a lot extra for the
"disadvantage" of the image I had to put on: I had to work out for quite a
while to build up some muscles, not much but definitely athletic.
My hair is now cropped to 1 cm and bleached almost white; it gives a
remarkable contrast to my tan. I am dramatically made up and wear
"artificially worn" absolutely painted-on black leather pants that cling to
the crack of my ass and even make the contours of my knee-caps show,
not to mention my well formed false female parts.
Just perfectioning the image took a few days: The image director showed
me how to baby oil my legs and butt and saturate the pants with oil to get
the correct adhesion, tried the pants on, but had to remove them and
shave my groin to get the paper-thin leather absolutely slick. Spike-heel
boots of course, a "worn" strapless leather brassiere, also thin and oiled,
and occasionally a heavy black leather jacket, very short, it shows 20 cm
of my tanned flat tummy. I wear only one thin and oiled leather glove
that goes well past my right elbow, while my left hand sports 4 centimetre
false enamelled and jewel-covered nails.
A few tings came up during those trial-and-error days of perfectioning:
My tits did not come out right in the first pictures, they were the right
size, but there was a need for extra depth and shadow. The solution was
obvious, my nipples were injected with a chemical causing them to swell
and harden to the size and shape of baby-bottle nipples. It is just a
temporary effect, the injections have to be renewed every week, but I was
handsomely paid for the extra annoyance. A new form-fitting brassiere
had to be ordered, and the result is really quite spectacular. Even the
photo crew people, who have seen literally everything through their
view-finders, keep pestering me in a friendly cameraderie way to be
allowed to suckle on the tits through the smooth leather.
The first thing I came home that night, I stood in front of my full length
mirror and put my wet lips to my left nipple. I felt the taste of the oily
leather and the mouth filling form of the nipple so strongly, that even the
nipple itself was numb from the injection, the sensation in my mouth
made me orgasm immediately.
Among the drawbacks for the image director was that fake jewellery did
not come out good. They had to provide me with 300,000 francs worth of
genuine stuff, mostly diamonds and platinum, to get the correct reflection
of rays of light, expected from a millionaire's offspring. As I could put
up full insurance, I was allowed to use the jewellery whenever I cared.
And now and then, I require a different spectacular bodypainting,
supposed to appear like a big tattoo, covering my entire arm, all over the
belly, or between my shoulderblades: Serpents, dragons, battle scenes,
eagles and mythical patterns, extremely detailled and colourful.
The paintings are artist's originals, they are applied by hand by Igrassi,
the famous Italian, whenever a new series of photos is to be made.
I really fancied my new image, and have staid in the outfit for a couple of
weeks now, going shopping and attending parties.
My beautiful well-trained body, towering over almost all men, since 15
cm heels lift my now 180 cm quite a bit, became the focus of all male
attention and all female envy. All activity stopped, wherever I came; a
cat-like walk, athletic appearance, a lot of exposed young female skin and
slender muscles moving through oiled leather, taut nipples, spike heels. A
fortune in diamonds and an Igrassi original on the right side of my belly,
disappearing below the leather on my hip! I am used to attention, but
suddenly I am the hub of the world!
Oh God, six months like this... I certainly will enjoy it, and the men of
the Cote d'Azur will never forget.
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