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Fond Reflections
The morning sunlight softly broke through the darkness to awaken Prissy from
his slumber, and in the middle of that state half way between dreamland and
reality, he softly reached down to caress himself. The touch, even though
familiar, still brought pleasure. He allowed himself to enjoy the touch and
the feel of his soft naked skin. Naked not only from the lack of clothing, but
also from the lack of hair around his groin and upper legs. Hair that hadn't
been allowed to grow around his "privates" since his training began 4 years ago
and he was renamed from his masculine name to one more suitable for training.
He thought back to where this all began. How did his life evolve to the point
where he was now?
Reaching back into his memory, he recalled the first experience he had sexually
when he was about 10. He remembered the stable boy, he must have been 17 or
18, sharing his "girlie" magazine in the hay room of the family stable. He
recalled how his little "wiggler" (training hadn't allowed him to refer to his
genitalia in any form of masculine term in years…thus, he had a "wiggler" and
"dingles") started growing and straining at the zipper of his blue jeans. Oh
that felt good! It wasn't long until he discovered the joy of that feeling
more regularly. Being an only child and living in the rural part of East
Texas, he didn't have anyone to play with except himself. He gave a whole new
definition to "playing alone". At the end of school, he would race home to his
empty house and begin the afternoon's "playtime". Sometimes he would strip and
play indoors naked until just before 5:30 when his mother would come home.
Then, grudgingly, he would dress and welcome her home as the dutiful son. Some
days, he would allow himself to be bolder and would roam the uninhabited forest
around his house in the nude. It was during these lovely spring and summer
days that he first learned the satisfaction of being nude outdoors. A feeling
that he stills enjoys. He felt his heart beat quicken as he felt, in his mind,
the exhilaration of the soft wind caressing his young skin. The touch of the
field grasses kissing his bare bottom and rubbing between his legs as he walked
through the open fields.
As time passed, Prissy grew older of course and he found himself trying new
areas of pleasure. He discovered that he loved the touch and feel of his
mother's lingerie. He learned that the feel of the soft fabric against his
skin made his wiggler grow just like looking at the Playboy magazines he found
in his parent's closet. Prissy had never really thought about his parents as
sexual beings, but obviously they were. He even found his mother's dildo once,
but at that age didn't know what the phallic toy really was. Even then, he
noticed how much he loved the intoxicating scent it had. Then one day he tried
on some of his mother's undergarments. Oh my! He could hardly contain himself
as he slid the soft, sexy, form fitting panties and slips on his body. His
emotions were running crazy as his little wiggler started growing and he
squirted his boy cum with only a few simple strokes. Heaven had been found!
His fascination with lingerie led him to two places. First, the local Eckerd's
Drug store and second, the laundry room of a newly built apartment complex a
short bicycle ride away. At the drug store, he "acquired" "girlie" magazines
for his fetishes. At the laundry room, he found a source of panties and
assorted frilly under things in all sizes to wear and enjoy. The fact that
some lovely lady had already worn them only added to his excitement. Prissy
now started his own "wardrobe" which he kept in a small hideaway in his
favorite wooded area. Hour after hour was spent dressing and undressing in the
outdoors. These events always culminated with a final orgasm, which left
Prissy spent and his wiggler satisfied for another few hours. He would always
pack his wardrobe in plastic and stow it safely away, hidden from view and from
the prying eyes of anyone else that might venture into the safety of his nude
kingdom.
Prissy also found lovely enjoyment in riding around the growing area with no
underwear on and his pants unzipped. He took great care to make sure that,
when he rode around, his wiggler was sticking out of his pants, hard or not.
He loved the feeling of the sunshine and air on his privates. He would go
"peeking" as he came to call it. His wiggler would "peek" out of its little
cave and grow with excitement each time it got to see the outside world.
Prissy would often ask himself "why his little friend should be kept locked
away from the rest of the world?" and gave it the opportunity to be free each
and every time possible. The simplest tasks always included "peeking". Taking
out the trash was done peeking. Riding his bike was done peeking. Shopping
was done peeking when possible.
It was during these times that Prissy first started toying with cock and ball
torture, even though he didn't know that there was actually a term for it. He
would tie items on his wiggler and let them pull it or weight it down and
stretch it. He also started decorating his wiggler with paint each day during
the summers. Depending on his mood, he would paint his wiggler red or green or
blue. Prissy had joined Boy Scouts and loved the outdoor activities. The
Scouts also cultivated a love for Indian lore and Prissy would strip naked
outdoors and imagine that he was a brave who was hunting in the woods. He
loved the inner peace he discovered by removing all of his clothes and getting
"back to nature". It felt so natural. He felt so alive! He would imagine
that another tribe had captured him and he would torture his wiggler and
dingles in different ways, as they would have done, to feel the pain and
pleasure gained from it. He loved the deep purple his wiggler would turn when
it got excited and grew while tied. He also enjoyed the immense hardness that
it developed during these games. Harder than anything, yet soft at the same
time. God that felt wonderful! He would tug and twist it. Pull it down and
tuck it between his legs and feel the strain against his groin. Marvel in the
feelings of pain and pleasure. Little did he know that later in life he would
beg for that feeling at every opportunity. To have a Mistress administer these
things to him made life complete.
Prissy's nudity games and love of being naked grew and grew. He started being
more and more daring until he was caught on several occasions. Once when he
was 12 or 13 he went riding on his bike, peeking of course, to where he worked
for his grandfather. It was a small business along a highway with a smaller
rural road running behind it. During working hours, in the summer when Prissy
worked, he would slip across the road to a small wooded area where he had a
"stash" of lingerie and magazines. He got so excited by dressing in the
lingerie and then putting his male clothes back on over his panties and
returning to work. His little "secret" kept him aroused constantly and
"forced" him to work peeking whenever possible. If the customers, mostly women
coming in to pay their gas bill (it was a small butane distributorship), would
have ever known that his wiggler was peeking out from under the counter, I'm
sure that they would have had a mild reaction to say the least. Anyway, one
Sunday, Prissy got exceptionally bold and removed all of his clothes, except
his tennis shoes, and crossed the small road over to the office. He moved from
hidden location to hidden location and moved several hundred yards away from
his clothing. He waited until the coast was clear and then ran across the busy
road into a small field and lay down to soak up some sunshine. After about
thirty minutes of basking in the sunshine, Prissy decided to move back to his
magazines and look for some photos of ladies who enjoyed being nude outdoors
just like he did. He loved those shots best because he felt a kinship with
those ladies, a common spirit of being alive and naked for all to see. They
were always so pretty and looked so happy and they always made his wiggler jump
with anticipation for the feelings it was eventually going to experience. As
Prissy safely made his way back to his clothes, he took a slightly different
path which caused him to have to walk along the small road for about fifty
yards or so until he reached the place that offered the easiest entrance to
where his clothes and his "ladies" were waiting. He stopped and listened for
approaching cars. They were always easy to hear as they approached with their
tires singing on the road. (There was a small hill just about where Prissy's
entrance to the woods was which blocked a complete view of the road for a long
distance) Prissy climbed down off of the small-elevated dirt bank onto the
road and started walking back to his clothes just as a car topped the hill
driving very slowly. Prissy nearly died! He literally jumped back up on the
bank to seek a sanctuary. His worst nightmares came true when the car came to
a stop right beside his location. Much to his alarm, a small old woman got out
of the car and started yelling at him to come out. Prissy didn't move. The
woman, dressed in her Sunday church clothes, eventually got tired of waiting on
Prissy and got into her car and drove away. He waited, heart pounding like a
bass drum, for a few minutes and then made a mad dash for his clothes.
Needless to say, his sexual excitement had taken a severe beating and he
dressed and got away from that location as quickly as possible. He couldn't
help but wonder what would happen next. His worst imaginings came true the
following morning when the same car pulled up into the drive at the small
business. Prissy nearly fainted! He made a dash out the back door to hide
until the woman left and he was sure that his secret was "out". He later found
out that the woman had come in to speak to his grandfather, but to this day his
grandfather has never mentioned the event or the conversation he had with the
woman. Prissy's grandfather died several years ago and took that meeting and
its contents to his grave with him. Prissy still wonders what, if anything,
was discussed that day.
Prissy also found another pleasure at an early age when he found his mother's
douche bag and started playing with it. He would fill it and watch the liquid
come squirting out of the nozzle and out of curiosity began to wonder what this
apparatus could be used for. He eventually stuck the nozzle into the only hole
he had, his "boy pussy". Goodness that felt unusual, but nice. He started to
enjoy the feeling of something being stuck up his pussy and also started
douching himself on occasions. Again, he had no idea that this had a name in
fetish circles. He was just experiencing his body and the pleasure he could
give himself. Something he would continue to do for decades to come.
Sometimes alone, sometimes under the command of his Mistress.
These pleasures and others flooded his mind as his slumber slowly washed away
and he came back to the reality of the day. He thought of other times and
adventures in his life that had brought him to his particular station in life.
Surely his fascination with the feelings of raw sex had driven him to the
training he so desperately sought and needed in order to feel all of the things
that a trained sex slut slave should be. He longed to provide the stronger
sex, females of course, with a human toy to please their every whim. The ache
to fulfill this destiny consumed him nearly every day.
He slowly stretched and tried to feel every nerve in his body come alive. His
former Mistress, Mistress Patricia, had taught him many things during his
feminization training. One of which was to be constantly aware of his
sexualness. She did this by administering several changes in his being.
First, she made him shave his pubic hair and the tops of his legs to make him
feel more like a young female. She made him adopt a hygienic pattern to
include daily douches and using a tampon during his "cycle" each month. He
also started wearing panties daily and has for the last four years. She even
got him used to shopping for his own lingerie at Victoria's Secret. He also
shopped at some other stores where the female staff quickly realized that he
was shopping for himself. They would actually help him try on lingerie and let
him parade around the store to see how it felt. These ladies were wonderful
and he realized just how much he appreciated them for accepting him as he truly
was.
At first his training was difficult, but now he has even started enjoying it.
She also trained him to always use the toilet in the feminine position and even
to use the ladies room when ever possible. Prissy only uses pink towels now.
Finally, she trained him to wear a collar that has a bell attached to it on his
wiggler. This serves as a constant reminder that Prissy is but a toy for
female's amusement. The bell can be heard all of the time and constantly
reminds Prissy of his training and his place in life.
Prissy made his way to the shower and let his thoughts scamper to his current
Mistress, Mistress Shy. Her guidance since Mistress Patricia moved away has
been a godsend. She has given him a whole new direction and offered a firm,
but sincere affection that many Mistresses never realize. He slowly adjusted
the water to a warm sensuous spray and stepped in to feel the water cascade
across his body. He wanted to prepare himself especially well for tonight.
Mistress had informed him to avail himself for a "special" surprise. He didn't
really know what to expect but was told to take extra care so that he wouldn't
disappoint her. That was something he would never try to do. He valued her
approval more than anything.
As the day slipped away, he counted the ticks of the clock until 7 p.m. and the
time that Mistress Shy had ordered him to leave to come to her side. He
couldn't help but feel the anticipation start to grow within him. He had never
been ordered to "appear" for her in such terms. Even though they had "trained"
on many occasions, he knew tonight was to be a different night. His gut told
him that his life would change after tonight, why he wasn't sure…he just knew
it would.
He gathered the items Mistress Shy told him to bring with him. An assortment
of dildos was at the top of the list, followed by several outfits of lingerie,
along with his leash and collar. He noticed his hands trembling with the
excitement of the unknown. Only Mistress Shy held the key to fulfilling this
anxiety. Would she allow him to know release tonight? His mind raced with the
thought of what she had in store tonight. The time had thankfully come for his
departure, but his struggle was just truly beginning.
Mistress Shy had told him to dress in stockings and tat pants with a garter
belt and a g-string. She topped off the outfit by having him wear a red padded
bra that matched his tat pants, garter and lacy g-string. She also commanded
him to not wear a top over the bra so it was eye poppingly noticeable. She
also told him to bring other outfits and he knew he would change at sometime or
another. He had to leave his apartment and drive, dressed in his lingerie,
along the freeway to her location over 30 miles away. He had done this many
times but never while the sun was still up. With the change of the seasons and
daylight savings time, he was dressed, in all of his glory, for all to see,
walking down the sidewalk to his car in his apartment complex. Would his
neighbors see him? If so, would they scoff him or just act appalled? Would
his landlord evict him? His mind raced from thought to unpleasant thought. He
literally floated to his car and at last was inside the "safety" of his small
Oldsmobile. Safety? God, the car was almost all windows. Being smaller than
most cars, it was one of the easiest to look into as he drove. He could only
imagine the thoughts of the men and women who saw him as he drove to his
beloved Mistress. In a few minutes it would all be over and Mistress would be
proud of him. That one thought electrified him to complete the command.
As he made his way to her house, Prissy actually began to relax and just "let
it happen". He started to feel accustomed to his "choice" of apparel and to
hell with anyone who didn't accept it. They obviously had the problem, not
him. As he turned the corner and turned into her driveway, Prissy couldn't
help but notice a few unexpected cars parked along the street in front of
Mistress Shy's home. A bolt of fear shot through him as he realized that there
would be unknown guests for the session tonight. He longed for the soft touch
of his Mistress to show him it was safe. He shook with a myriad of emotions
that only Mistress Shy could wipe away. He pulled into the driveway as she had
told him to do and went to the back of the house. There, as instructed, he
removed his tat pants and revealed himself to the world. He had "decorated"
his wiggler with pretty pastel ponytailers to constrict it. He had grown
accustomed to wearing these on a daily basis, so much so that he felt naked
without them. They were as much a part of his attire as a shirt now. He
walked as daintily as possible to the kitchen door and heard the noises of a
distinct party. Laughter, conversation and music only added to the atmosphere.
He reached out to turn the handle and felt his knees go weak.
It was at that very moment that Mistress Shy opened the door from the other
side. "Hello my pet. My don't you look absolutely ravishing tonight!" Her
words were like a brush that painted away the anxiety that Prissy had felt up
until now. She was his Mistress and he her slave. Nothing became more clear
to him now than that. Her soothing touch made him totally melt and he fell to
her feet.
"Now honey, get up. It's okay. Everything will be fine. Tonight you are
going to be the center of the party, No need to fret".
Prissy was always amazed at the way the Mistress saw directly into his soul to
touch the nerve that needed caressing. Prissy rose to his feet and placed the
bag of toys on the kitchen counter. Mistress took him by his wiggler and
walked to the counter. There she reached into the bag and dug out the leash
and snapped it to the ring on Prissy's wiggler collar. With a whirl, she was
off to the living room, leash in hand, Prissy in tow less he loose his wiggler
and anything that might come off with it. "Everyone, everyone… this is
Prissy. Prissy is here to give us whatever we want tonight, aren't you dear?"
At that moment Prissy knew that in his wildest dreams he couldn't have imagined
what was to happen next. Tonight he was going to become the ultimate sex slut
toy for a room full of strangers, or risk embarrassing Mistress Shy in front of
her friends and loosing her forever. His only reply was to courtesy and say
"Yes Ma'am."
The room erupted with applause and Mistress Shy beamed her approval. Prissy
slowly allowed himself to look around the room and saw that, surprisingly, the
makeup was almost all female and a few males who were on leashes, on their
knees at a woman's feet. He quickly counted about 30 women and about 5 males.
He was amazed at just how alluring all of the women were. They seemed to all
have crossed into another realm as they wore the sexiest of outfits. Some in
see through nighties, while others were in catsuits and leather bodythongs.
The site of all of this raw female sexual heat was almost enough to make him
beg to serve. He had always known that females possessed a power over males,
but that power was manifesting itself into a tension that could have been cut
with a knife.
As his head reeled with the need to fulfill his deepest yearning to satisfy his
Mistress, she turned to him and spoke softly, "Don't disappoint me now, my pet.
I've gone to a lot of trouble to invite my friends tonight and I've promised
them a party they will never forget. You won't forget tonight either Prissy.
Relax and accept everything as it comes, or cums, (she giggled) and before long
you will truly crave another gathering like this". With that she dropped
Prissy's leash and he stood there alone. She turned to the room and said
"Who's first?" She then walked over to her favorite easy chair and sat down to
observe the festivities.
As he watched her sit down, Prissy felt a tug on his wiggler and he was drawn
to a stunning lady who was wearing only a see through nightgown and high heels.
She was about 35, blonde and her figure was without flaws. Her ample breast
stood firm, nipples erect and her hips swayed with a walk the exuded sex on
each step. She walked Prissy around to a ledge near the dining area and a
crowd gathered. She sat down and lifted her gown revealing a soft blonde bush
that smelled like a flower garden. She playfully tossed the fabric over
Prissy's head and with a sudden firm movement, grabbed his head and thrust it
into her waiting pussy. The crowd yelled it's approval as she said, "Let the
games begin" with a flourish of her hand. Prissy knew his job and was soon
lapping away at her soft flesh with the vigor of a puppy dog. He wanted to
make his Mistress proud and make all of the other ladies present envious of
Mistress Shy and her slut pet. He started his tongue at the outer folds of her
love canal and slowly but deliberately caressed her with such loving strokes
that within minutes he could tasted her juices start to flow. Like nectar to a
honeybee, Prissy felt revitalized by the fact that he was giving her pleasure.
She grabbed the back of his head to cram it into her even more as she squirmed
and writhed on the padded ledge. The smell of sex filled the room and Prissy
was aware that he must have been only the first male to be sent "diving".
Moans of pleasured females filled the room and he was awash in sensory
overload. He felt his wiggler strain against the soft lace of the g-string and
longed for some sort of release. Just then he felt a hand begin to remove his
g-string. Feminine fingernails scratched their way down his bare ass and
tugged the lacy covering from him leaving him even more available than he was
before. His wiggler jumped involuntarily and as his bell jingled, female
giggles and laughter filled the room. He redirected his attentions to the job
at hand and renewed his work to complete the blonde's trek to pleasure. Her
rhythm and grinding began in earnest as he sensed her move closer and closer to
release. He felt her pussy start to spasm and convulse as he glued his mouth
and tongue to her canal in hopes of lapping up every drop of her cum. The
taste of pussy juice was a wine that he had grown to crave and he was about to
get the first of several doses that tonight held in store.
He worked feverishly on the blonde and felt a knowing finger probe his pussy.
He knew it was unmistakably Mistress Shy. She worked her finger in and out of
him with a practiced skill that he'd grown to cherish. As she lubed him up,
his mind wanted to beg for her to use the strap-on dildo that she loved to fuck
him with. The way she fucked him was animalistic and he loved it. He felt a
touch move up to his exposed pussy and suddenly he was being filled with the
lovely feeling of the dildo. He allowed a gasp to escape from his lips into
the blonde's pussy and she shuddered also. As he started to move to the
ravaging he was receiving, he started to take notice that this didn't feel at
all the same way that it normally did. The feeling was warmer and both hard
and soft at the same time. Prissy concentrated on the feeling welling up
inside him as he fucked his pussy back toward the intruding phallus in his
rapture. He bucked back against the pleasure he was feeling while trying to
bring the blonde to completion. Suddenly he could stand it no more and stole a
quick glance over his shoulder. To his surprise and delight, Prissy had just
lost his cherry and was being fucked by a real cock. Oh how he had waited for
this night! He was brought back to reality when the blonde thrust her aching
pussy onto his nose and started bucking like a wild horse.
Prissy savored the actions all around him and as if that wasn't enough,
suddenly he felt lips curling around his stiff wiggler. He had never
experienced the total explosion of senses that was erupting through him. He
was on the verge of orgasm when a soothing voice whispered into his ear, "Pet,
I haven't given permission to cum yet have I? Don't disappoint me!" The sound
of Mistress Shy's voice was unmistakable and he knew he had to gain control.
She spoke again and said "My pet, do you love the taste of Mistress Kitty? She
is a very special friend of mine and I want her pleased before you cum. Do you
understand?" Prissy nodded slightly and picked up the pace on Mistress Kitty's
throbbing pussy. She was wiping her box all over his face now and he struggled
to keep up with her gyrations. She was truly going mad with lust and he could
see why Mistress Shy held her in close regard. She was here as a special guest
and was going to receive a special servicing at Mistress Shy's command.
It was at that moment that Mistress Kitty started screaming to the howls of
approval from the gallery, the gallery that Prissy had totally forgotten about
while wrapped in his own world of total sexual bliss. Mistress Kitty bucked
once…twice….and a final time, and with that she let loose of a creamy
orgasm that almost choked Prissy. He had always been able to bring ladies to
successful orgasms, even to ones where they shot out juice, but he'd never
gotten a gusher like this. He swallowed and swallowed as she emptied her
thanks into his waiting slurping, craving mouth. His own cum was reaching the
boiling point when he felt the thrusting in his pussy gain momentum. He
squeezed his pussy muscles as tight as he could and he heard the familiar groan
of a male about to explode, only this time it was him that was milking the seed
from that hot cock in his pussy. He concentrated as hard as possible on the
lovely love tool in his cunt and thrust back with as much lust as he could.
The feeling started to grow as he felt the cock growing and getting hotter
inside of him. He felt his passion grow as he knew he was about to feel the
joy all females feel when they control a males penis and know that they truly
hold his pleasure between their legs. His pride grew and he squeezed one long
last time as he felt the cock explode its hot load into his tight, waiting
pussy.
As his intruder collapsed and fell off of him, he felt his face being enveloped
by another set of female legs. With a single statement, "Keeping licking
little slut. I'm Next and the party's just beginning" Prissy found another
fresh pussy to suck to orgasm. No sooner than he'd gotten a good motion going,
he felt another hard cock in his pussy. Suddenly, he knew how sex starved
sluts feel during a gangbang. He didn't care what happened next. All he knew
was that he wanted to feel all of the raw animal sex that a sex toy could feel
and he was surrounded by a group of the horniest, sexy people he'd every been
around. They were strangers when he walked in, but as the night progressed, he
gave them all everything they wanted and they would know every inch of his
being.
Tears of joy welled up in his eyes as he tried to think of a way to thank
Mistress Shy. She truly owned him now and he would never, ever be able to
repay the debt of pleasure she was showing him tonight. He could never repay
it, but he would give his last breath in an effort to show her his gratitude,
no matter how long that took.