
LISA'S DREAMGIRL

A Story by Deena B

CHAPTER ONE

*** LISA SUBMITS TO ALINA'S PLEASURE! ***

While  watching  the tube one night, my wife queried if there  was  one 
friend of hers I'd be most likely to have an affair with, who would  it 
be?  I  knew immediately, but feigned no response. Lisa is  a  beautiful 
Latina, not die for gorgeous, but definitely good looking woman.  She's 
5'7" tall, about 150 lbs. well exercised. She has pert breasts, a  nice 
full bottom and luxurious legs, usually hidden in tight tapered jeans . 
She  loves high heels, and has many pairs. She's one of my wife's  best 
friends.   Which  makes  it  all  the  more  difficult  for  me  as   a 
crossdresser,  the man inside me screaming for her body and  the  woman 
inside me, Alina,  her  clothes. I'd love to play  a  dominant  TV  and 
often fantasized for quite sometime having her under my heel, 5" patent 
leather spiked heel that is.

I  went  by her house one day to do some minor repairs for her  as  her 
spouse is a total clutz. The work required repair of a wall inside of a 
walk-in  closet  in her bedroom. I'd asked the week before  for  her  to 
clear  out the closet in advance. We hadn't heard from either  of  them 
all week, so I hadn't confirmed the work was to be done, but they  were 
only  a short drive from our home, so I'd make the visit anyway. When  I 
arrived,  I noted her new car, a birthday present from her husband  was 
absent, and his old clunker sat in it's place. He knew she was home  and 
he   never   used  her  car  and  he  was  ALWAYS  home   on   Saturday 
morning. Nevertheless,  it might leave time for a chat with  Lisa,  away 
from  his  ever  jealous gaze. The inner back  door  leading  into  the 
kitchen area was open, and the screen door ajar. Out of courtesy I rang 
the  bell,  but no one answered. I could hear noise and  music  playing 
inside,  so  someone was home. I called her name, but  no  response.  I 
figured she might be busy on the phone or something so I walked in  and 
set about making my presence known to play it safe.

Their  normally meticulously clean home was in mild disarray.  A  large 
pile of mail and newspapers lay on the kitchen table, and a large  pile 
of  dishes filled the sink. Various take-out food boxes were  scattered 
around some with food still in them. I noted too that clean laundry was 
piled  high,  dumped rather, on the dining room table,  including  some 
very lovely lingerie, causing a slight twitch or two in my groin.

She  was sitting on the couch in the den with a blanket wrapped  around 
her  like shawl around an old woman, head down, disheveled, crying  and 
quietly whimpering. I stood at the doorway for a few moments, unnoticed. 
I  could  not  imagine what had happened and decided not  to  guess.  I 
called  her  name very softly and very slowly she looked up. 

"Oh  no, I forgot you were coming over. I guess this must be  Saturday, 
huh? I must really look like hell...." Her nightingale sweet voice  had 
been  reduced to gravel. "I meant to call you but this has been  a  bad 
week..."  She broke off again, and turned her head back down  into  the 
blankets. I sat down near but not next to her and tried to comfort her, 
she and I had had brief moments of close friendship  from time to  time 
with  her seeking my advice. I asked her what happened, and where  Phil 
was.  Still  hunched in the blanket, all she would say is that  he  was 
gone,  as if to say 'and not coming back'. "It's all her  fault..  that 
bitch wrecked my life...", she cried and squeaked, pulling the  blanket 
tighter.  She asked me to excuse her for a moment, pulled  the  blanket 
around  her  and walked out. I waited in the den,  wondering  what  had 
happened.  Perhaps I should call my wife, from experience I knew I  was 
just  no  good  with  crying women. I wondered  aloud  about  what  had 
happened. I'd always wondered about Phil, why he seemed to take  little 
notice  of  his  wife's  charms, perhaps he had  had  an  affair  or  a 
mistress?

A  few minutes later she returned, trudging along with the blanket  and 
no  longer  crying. Her eyes were reddened, her color  was  poor,  skin 
tone almost faded looking. She looked as though she hadn't had any food 
in  days  despite  the  empty containers  piled  in  the  kitchen.  She 
indicated  she  did  not want to talk about her troubles  and  then  as 
though  nothing  was  wrong, she directed me to  the  closet  upstairs, 
refusing  to  share with me the details, saying she'd be OK. I  figured 
when  she was ready to talk she would, and the work would take all  day 
anyway.  As she walked up the stairs, she clutched the rail, not  as  a 
guide but for support, using it to pull herself up. 

"Lisa,  is  there  anything I can do for you? Do you need to  go  to  a 
doctor  or something?" She stopped and turned to answer, declining.  As 
she turned back to head up, she slipped and fell backwards towards  me. 
I caught her, and helped her up. She could barely stand. 

"I  don't really want to ask but if you could help me get to the  guest 
room,  I would appreciate it, I guess I need to lie down." I was  glad 
to comply, easing her up each step to the landing. There was no rail on 
the  landing  itself, and she almost collapsed when she reached  it.  I 
caught  her again, and insisted I carry her. She protested but put  her 
arms  around  my neck. I pulled her to me, one arm under her  back  the 
other  under  her legs. Despite the circumstances her  body  felt  good 
close to me. 

I helped her into the bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the bed while 
I peeled back the bedcovers and propped up a pillow. When I thought  of 
getting her into bed, this was not what I had in mind. She finally  let 
the blanket go, revealing that she was only wearing a black full  slip, 
leaving  nothing to the imagination. It was short, and the way she  sat 
showed just a hint of pubic hair, just enough to take the slack out  of 
my jeans. I tried not to show my arousal, turning so that she could not 
see  my erection. I tucked her in, and she mumbled something about  not 
having  eaten  in days, just as I suspected. She quickly dozed  off,  I 
made  my  way downstairs, back to the kitchen and decided to fix  up  a 
little  something  for  her. The cupboard was  virtually  bare,  but  I 
managed to find some standard breakfast fare. I soon returned, she was 
awake again and very surprised and greatful for my meager cooking.  She 
sat  up to eat, pulling the bedcovers around her waist,  again  showing 
her  pert breasts through the fabric of her slip. She ate quickly.  When 
she  was  done she appeared composed again, and even  smiled  when  she 
thanked me. 

I left her in there, returning the dishes etc  to the kitchen and  then 
returned to upstairs .I went all the way upstairs to the master bedroom. 
I noted that most husband type things were missing. They had their  ups 
and downs from time to time, but had never indicated they might part. I 
could  hear  her  all the way up the stairs, when  she  started  crying 
again, but then finally stopped. I wanted to comfort her but she either 
didn't want to or couldn't talk. I made several more treks up and  down 
the stairs with my gear on the last trip noting she was sound asleep. I 
then  turned to the closet. It was full .... full of some of  the  most 
sensuous  clothing  and  footwear I'd seen in a while. It  was  quite  a 
collection,  ala Frederick's. Pumps, mules, slingbacks, open  toes  and 
spectators, all with incredibly high heels. There was lingerie in  silk 
to leather, and a full collection of mini-skirts. I was in heaven,  but 
even fully knowing that she was down stairs, that I would hear her long 
before she would reach the upper floor, I had to resist. 

Alina  had  other plans. She spotted a pair of black patent  open  toed 
sling  backs in a corner, next to a large metal filing type box with  a 
pad  lock, unlocked, hanging from it. I slipped off my work  shoes  and 
cotton  socks,  leaving them such that I could slip them back on  in  a 
hurry if necessary. I only wished I had on my nylons. 

Lisa's feet , my wife's feet and mine were almost the same size, hers a 
perhaps  a  tad  larger than my wife's. However,  my  wife  only  wears 
"sensible"  shoes.  I had tried to get my wife something racier  a  few 
times,  always  getting the size wrong and spoiling the  surprise.  She 
mentioned  that I should get Lisa to try them on first if I  wanted  to 
give  them  as a surprise, since they had shared shoes  before.  I  had 
purchased  this exact pair for my wife a while back, after spending  an 
hour one evening almost drooling watching Lisa model them. I had  hoped 
at worst my wife would relegate them to the back of her closet, and I'd 
have access to them. Instead, they ended up here. 

I  slid into one, and then the other, my hot pink  toenails  sweetening 
the  view.  The four inch heels perked up my buns, and as I  turned  to 
look  in the full length mirror inside the closet door, that  old  black 
magic  had me in its spell! I pulled the door in behind me,  trying  to 
see  if  it  would lock or something. No luck. I  decided  to  take  my 
chances  hoping I would hear her in time. Eventually, I had  taken  off 
all of my male clothes, adorning myself with her outfits. I found  some 
silk stockings (real silk for this lady) and a garter belt that fit and 
slid  them  on. I looked around to see if there was  anything  I  could 
sneak  out and borrow, as I became rock hard listening to the click  of 
Lisa's  heels under MY feet. I lost track of time, trying on her  shoes 
and  skirts.  Three hours had passed. Then I heard the sound  of  water 
running, realizing she must be up and my little excursion would have to 
end. I slipped off everything and then put my pants and the pumps  back 
on.

Curious,  I  carefully  opened the filing box,  to  find  a  outrageous
surprise.  Supposedly a real white bread couple, I found a box  of  sex 
toys, mostly various forms of strap-on dildos, an enema bag with a bard 
plug  and  a  dildo type adapter, and number of 8  x  10  glossy  color 
pictures  of  two  very striking women, one with a  dildo  strapped  on 
plunging into the other one. Just then, I heard her come up the stairs, 
my dick shrinking like a balloon with the air let out. Like  lightning, 
I  put everything back as I found it and made towards the door...  with 
the heels still on. Panicked, I quickly kicked them off into a  corner, 
hoping  I could fake her out from coming inside the closet.  MY  shoes, 
were  outside.  She pulled opened the door just as I  was  pushing  it, 
causing me to fall.

She apologized profusely, surmising that I must have been measuring  or 
something. The only thing I had been measuring was my waist against her 
leather pants! I sat on the bed, nursing my nose which clonked  against 
the floor. She had cleaned herself up, gotten dressed and put on  make-
up,  looking  like the Lisa of my fantasies. She  carefully  looked  me 
over,  her  luscious  pink lips only a breath away  from  mine  as  she 
inspected my injury. I told her I was OK. She seemed back to normal, my 
pain brought her out of her miseries for a moment, so I asked her  what 
was  wrong. She was direct "You would have to have been born female  to 
understand  what I'm going through. And sweetheart, though I  know  you 
care, you just don't have between your legs what I have between mine !" 
I was shocked at her graphic response, but I pried further. 

"Just what do you mean?"

She stood up, and stepped away towards the closet. She was now  wearing 
a tight pink angora sweater, so tight her nipples were discernible  in 
the  fuzz, her standard injected blue jeans and white  stiletto  heeled 
pumps. She leaned back against the closet door, placing her right  foot 
up  against  the  door behind her in what was to  me  a  very  striking 
pose. She  asked if she could confide in me absolutely. I told her  yes, 
that whatever she had to say would stay between us. She began:"Well  at 
best, you might know as a man what it would be like to be with  another 
man, but not what a woman feels with another woman."

What  did  she  mean? She gave no indication that she  was  other  than 
straight and they had talked openly about sex before. Was she  bisexual 
or a lesbian? Is that why Phil isn't here - did he find out and leave? 

She  turned her head away from me and stared out the window. "My  lover 
broke off our relationship and out of spite she told him....I told  him 
I  couldn't  help it, I had a girlfriend before I had a  boyfriend.  He 
went  away on business at  the beginning of the week and  cleared  out. 
But if he can't accept me, it's better that he's gone."

She started to cry some more. She moved toward me and then leaned over, 
hugging and pressing herself against me. 

"I  mean,  to a certain degree you do know how I feel,  because  you're 
attracted  to  women, but you don't know how it feels  to  see  another 
girl  and feel the cream run in your panties at the sight of  her.  And 
there's  nothing  I can say about the feeling of having  another  woman 
inside  you,  even if the dick's fake." She pulled  back  and  blushed, 
putting  her hand over her mouth in realization of the secret  she  had 
just told. She was the girl in the picture! I began to feel on the edge 
of something, and decided when the time was right, I would go for it. 

She began to ramble on about the circumstances and how she had been the 
dominant  one  in  their B&D scene, and felt she had gone  too far  and 
pushed  her  girlfriend right out. Now with her husband gone  too,  she 
felt she had nothing. She was vulnerable and wanted to be consoled. She 
felt a total failure, having lost her husband and her lover at the same 
time.  I  tried  to talk about it, telling her  I  empathized  and  how 
sincere I was in wanting to help her...that things would get better.  I 
had  never dealt with anything like this before so all I could  provide 
was  cliches.  The  one  thing  I made clear to  her  was  that  I  was 
sincere. At  the same time, there was a pounding throb in my pants  like 
never before.

Then she said things I'd only dreamed of hearing. "Look, you don't know 
what  I'm dealing with because you've never been there. Don't  tell  me 
what  you  think  you  know  about  me  without  having  walked  in  my 
mocasins. If  you  think you can walk around in my heels, then  we  can 
talk." 

"Do you mean that figuratively or literally.. ?," I said with a tone of 
levity. 

"Literally!  Look,  I know this sounds really kinky, but if  there  was 
some way we could change bodies or something then I would feel like  we 
could  talk  or something. In the meantime, maybe you  could  get  some 
perspective  by  wearing my shoes for example, -it's  not  fun  wearing 
heels  all day, but I do it.... you men need to  realize what it  takes 
for  me to put that look in your eye for example."

I  figured the door was open, whether she was for real or not,  and  if 
she was offering me a chance to try on her attire, WITH her blessing, I 
was not going to pass the opportunity by.

"Well  if we're talking sincerity, why stop at shoes, why don't I  just 
dress up and be you ...." She cut me off.

"You couldn't be me if you wanted to, and besides, since I'm baring  my 
soul  anyway...." she paused and looked straight at me. She  turned  to 
the closet, opening the door and pondered. "... you would have to  know 
what it is to make love to another woman AS A WOMAN !!" She walked into 
the closet, her back toward me.

I thought I would come right then and there, but I didn't and I  didn't 
faint either. She blushed, and mumbled " If only I had a girlfriend who 
understood  to confide in....." She came back out of the closet with  a 
and empty suit bag, and the open toe pumps I had had before. She  again 
was  muttering something this time about going to visit her mother  out 
west. Then as a testing gesture, she kicked off her pumps at my  feet, 
and  dropped the other pair on top of them. She looked intently at  me, 
then  back at the shoes. She turned away, going back into  the  closet. 
Stepping over the line she had just drawn I slid the white pair on, and 
walked  over to the closet door, heels clicking. She heard  the  click, 
and  without  turning around to look handed me a pair on nylons  and  a 
garter belt. "You'll need these to go with those." 

She  then pushed past me and pulled away sharply, and walked  into  the 
bathroom,  slamming the door behind her. I had blown it, messing up  my 
chance and our friendship. I heard the sink running, then the shower. I 
took  off her pumps, picked up my shoes and headed for the stairs.  She 
came  back out in a few moments just as I hit the top stair.  I  turned 
back, in her hands were two big globs of Nair foam. 

"The  only  hair  on my body is on my head, so lets go  if  you're  for 
real." I moved towards the bathroom to strip, but she blocked my path.

"Here  and  now, or never ...." I took off my shirt and  looked  at  my 
sparse  chest  hair.  I  kept it trimmed to a minimum  to  go  with  my 
brassieres,  but left just enough to keep my wife from complaining  too 
much.  As I looked further down, she said "Balls, butt and all!"  As  I 
took  off  my  clothes,  she looked on  with  disinterest,  showing  no 
interest  at  all  until she smeared the foam on my  bottom.  Then  she 
rubbed it in, really really well. Erect, I walked into the bathroom.  I 
was showered off, then bathed in sweet bath salts. She shaved my 
face,  and  then my moustache. She trimmed my hair,  and  inserted  hot 
curlers  in  it. She gave me a facial, then covered my face  with  some 
kind  of towel. I felt her starting a pedicure, and heard her  sigh  as 
she  rubbed a finger across my already done toenails. She took off  the 
towel  and smiled, commenting on my color choice and assuming my  wife 
had done it as some sort of kink. I didn't let on. 

She  spent  another  hour on my  face, plucking  my  eyebrows,  applying 
foundation, eyeshadow, lipstick, lipgloss, then press-on nails. She then 
left me to finish setting and went back into the bedroom. I could  hear 
her  in  the closet, going into the metal box. She  maneuvered  in  the 
bedroom  for  quite a while, returning in a stunning black  silk  pants 
suit  with 5" spike heeled black patent leather pumps, the silk  outfit 
clingy in all the right places, and taut across her ass. She took out 
the curlers and brushed out my hair. She turned me around as she  walked 
in so that I faced the mirror.

"Pretty  girl?"  she pointed to herself. I nodded. Then she  took  her 
finger and pointed to the mirror in front of me. I had been made up  as 
her twin, but with sluttier tones.

"Time  to  get dressed..." She took off her blouse, revealing  a  black 
long  line bra with the most wonderful lace cups. She slinked  ever  so 
slowly  out of the pants to reveal string bikini panties, a black  silk 
garter belt, real silk stockings and those fuck-me-till- your-cock-falls-
off pumps. She had a great tan with no tan lines. She removed each item 
and put it on the dresser. The sight of her breasts was greater than  I 
ever  imagined.  B-cups of succulent wonderfulness,  a  sweet  mouthful 
each.  I was so fixated on them, full of both lust and jealousy that  I 
had  not noticed that she had removed her scant panties. And  that  she 
had  a  vibrator in her pussy. She said "Now you are scented  all  over 
like  me,  except here", she pointed to my stiff cock.  She  wiped  the 
gooey  vibrator onto my prick and balls. It was still hot  from  inside 
her.  She then slowly and so sensuously began to put her lingerie  onto 
me.  First, the panties, with her intoxicating fem scent were  slid  up 
onto  my  waist, hardly containing my erection. Then, the  garters  and 
stockings, from her body to my body. As she slithered on each item, her 
breathing became more labored. 

She slid each pump gently onto each foot. As a final touch, she reached 
up inside her pussy with two fingers, rapidly rubbing her snatch for  a 
few seconds. She removed her hand slick and sweet, dabbing some on  the 
toe of each pump and the length of each heel. She then gently licked it 
off, quietly purring that it was what she had her lover girl do to her. 
I felt like a truly sluttish, with her licking down there. The  leather 
was so thin and exquisite I could feel every subtlety of her mouth. 

"And what does a slut like you do?"

"A  slut like me needs an enema while pleasing her  mistress'  girlcock. 
And the slut only gets what she wants after her sweets run down her leg 
and into her pumps" She walked out quickly, as I stopped to admire  Alina 
as  never before! A few minutes later I followed and saw the  enema  bag 
hanging from a bondage frame in the room. Heavy restraints issued  from 
each corner, and she was strapping herself in. She stood in only a pair 
of 6" sky high white patents, in marvelous contrast to her tanned  skin. 
Her excellent ass jutting towards me.

I  clicked my way across the room, and grabbed a cheek in each hand.  I 
popped  my panties off, freeing the only part of me that  still  felt 
male, ready to play the cockbitch to the hilt. I rubbed the panties  on 
her snatch and she winced and moaned. She was on fire, hot and feverish 
sweet sticky dribblings working their way down to just above her  right 
heel.  I  soaked it up with the panty fabric and used it  to  lube  her 
anus.  I  put  my  fire engine red  fingernail  against  the  bud.  She 
squealed. I clicked forward, placing my dick at same point. Her ass was 
virgin,  but  welcoming, after the first thrust. She frothed  in  lust, 
looking into a mirror on the side, watching my girlcock slide into  her 
backside, towering in HER high heels. Her sphincter pulsed and throbbed 
as she moaned low and deep with pleasure.

I  pulled  myself deep inside her, and reached underneath  to  feel  my 
prick  buried  to  the hilt in her ass through her cunt.  As  I  gently 
rubbed,  she  screamed even more pleasure. I kissed her back  and  neck 
softly,  remaining motionless inside her backdoor. I whispered "Man  or 
woman?"  She  only moaned. I asked again, she moaned louder.  I  pulled 
my prick out so that only the head remained. "Woman ...Wooooommmmaannn"

I stroked in "Woman", and back out "Woooooommmmmaaaannn". I wiggled the 
head  of  my prick around in her sphincter and reached  for  the  enema 
nozzle. It smelled of alcohol, then I noticed an empty wine bottle  and 
a half empty rum bottle on the floor. I quickly pulled out.

I  hung the enema bag a notch higher, so the potent mixture would  race 
into  her bowels for maximum effect. She rocked back and forth  on  her 
heels awaiting my next move.

"Please put your she-meat back inside me mistress...  PPPllleeaasee"

Her  sweet juices ran like a river, the insides of her legs  slick  and 
wet  ,  her pussy lips hung down visibly engorged. I placed  the  enema 
plug into her ass, and let the liquid flow. 

"No mistress....no please no ....I'm begging No.....NO NO NOOO NOO "

She  literally  screamed in pain, confessing loudly that only  now  she 
knew  the  measure she had previously dealt, now  administered  by  the 
woman  she had created, wearing what she had last loved her  lover  in. 
She wanted to be fucked hard and long by a woman with a real  penis. She 
needed cock and tits, perfume and strong hands, high heels and  balls. I 
rubbed  my  she-meat on her pussy lips as the bag continued  to  drain. 
Knowing that she loved the taste of her own juices, I clicked around in 
front of her, and pulled up her hair so that her mouth opened wide.  It 
was beautiful seeing her well made-up face with my tool ramming in  and 
out.  As  I  looked down, I could see the gold and pink  tones  in  her 
perfectly  blended  eyeshadow,  the red lip gloss from  her  mouth  now 
coming  off  on the base of my shaft, and further down,  my  sexy  legs 
sheathed  in  HER OWN black silk stockings, and just a glint  of  shine 
from HER pumps, the ones she had been fucked her girlfriend with.

Again, I abruptly pulled out. The enema bag now empty, I reached  under 
her belly, now full to bursting, massaging her tummy like a Puppy.  She 
purred quietly. She was thoroughly drunk, with wine, with rum, and  with 
the cock of the girl she was falling in love with.

I  rubbed  my prick on her ass again, around the enema plug  which  she 
could not remove.

"Pump  me with your pumps mistress, let me hear them click as you  pump 
me.. Please give me your sweet hard-on...your girlcock.."

I could no longer resist. I grabbed two pillows from the bed and forced 
them trough the frame into her belly, creating even greater pressure on 
her full insides and even more sensitivity.

I  slid  into her sex sheath, her cunt a waiting frothy  home  of  joy, 
exceedingly glad for my hardness inside her.

"Pump me with your sweet glorious penis Mistress"

I  stroked  the most tender vagina I had ever, and none was  ever  more 
wanting and desirable. She met me with each and every stroke, our heels 
clicking  as  we stood rocking on the floor. "Girl penis  is  the  best 
penis,  girlcock  does it best." She chanted. I pounded  in  again  and 
again,  each time slapping my balls against her cunt lips,  harder  and 
harder.  "I love your girlcoooooccccckkk" She came, arching her ass  up 
into me, and holding it there. She kicked up her legs and wrapped  them 
around my back, squeezing hard. I reached underneath, giving her clitty 
a  gental  squeeze  and she came again, arching even  tighter  into  my 
groin,  finally  releasing the liquid candy in an  explosion  from  the 
prick  of  the  woman  she  now knew she  loved  and  could  not  live 
without......

END OF CHAPTER ONE


CHAPTER TWO

Lisa plots revenge against her lesbian ex-lover!




                     ******* CHAPTER TWO ********

           Lisa plots revenge against her lesbian ex-lover!

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I  had come harder than ever before, our mixed nectar flowing  out  of 
her thick and heavy. She still held me inside her intensely preventing 
me from going soft, and savoring the glow of her own climax. I reached 
up and released her hands. She reached behind me, pulling me close  on 
her  back,  cooing softly still rocking her bottom  against  me.  Time 
passed, and my legs were getting weak from making love in heels for so 
long.  I  tried to pull out, but she  just backed into  me  harder.  I 
pressed  my back against hers, and attempted to arch my bottom up  and 
away  to  release  myself from her sex, her  limberness  defeating  my 
attempt.  I  finally  began to peel myself from her  back,  our  sweat 
acting as a seal between us, and stepped away. She moaned in pain  and 
disappointment,  hissing like a radiator as I finally  removed  myself 
from her depths, clutching hard to her bonds, realizing for now we had 
stopped.

I bent down and released her lovely feet stopping to apply light kisses 
to  each leg and ankle as she was unshackled. She continued  to  caress 
my  back  and  shoulders as I finished. When she was  free  she  turned 
toward me, then gently traced the outline of my lips with her tongue.

Suddenly,  she remembered her fullness, the enema still  retained.  She 
caressed my bottom, then tip toed quickly to the bathroom, closing  the 
door  behind  her. I fell to the bed exhausted,  wondering  what  would 
happen  next. Had I simply been a some sort of release for her, a  one-
time thing while she was down and needed someone? If so, I was going to 
be  forever greatful. And goodness, what inner secrets of my own I  had
exposed! Would she keep this just between us?

It was getting late, and I was exhausted. She had been in the  bathroom 
for  about a half hour or so, so I decided it would be safe to  take  a 
nap.  Just in case, I with great regret took off her clothes and  layed 
them  neatly in a chair, and put my own back on, the moment of  fantasy 
seeming to pass. I went to the mirror and removed the makeup. I decided 
against  the nap and sat back down on the bed to wait for her  to  come 
out.  Maybe she was waiting for me to leave? As I mulled over  my  next 
move, I somehow drifted off to sleep.

I  was more tired than I thought. I awoke hours later, it was now  much
later than I was usually out for much of anything. She told me my  wife 
had  called, and said she had told her that the work I had planned  was 
going very poorly so I would stop and be home within the hour. She  had 
cleaned  up everything, the rack slid back into it's spot in the  wall, 
looking  like the frame to the bookcase. Ingenious I thought!  All  the 
clothes  were put away, and she was wearing curlers, no makeup, and  an 
oversize  bathrobe, looking terribly housewife. I stood up, put  on  my 
work shoes and etc and went to walk out. She said she would walk me  to 
the door, I spoke nary a word.

I approached the door and she stopped me. " I just want you to know  I 
really enjoyed our little scene up there.... it wasn't all just sex. I 
wanted  you  for a long time, ever since that time you had me  try  on 
those shoes for you for your wife, remember that?" I nodded, still not 
speaking.  "  I saw your reaction when you asked me to try them  on  - 
when  you  opened  the box you had this look in  your  eye  that  said 
everything,  that this was much more for your than for her. I  enjoyed 
that  evening too, but I figured that was all you wanted." She  paused 
and looked away from me. "Phil and I never got along very well, but he 
did  love me and provide for me. Our's I guess was more a marriage  of 
convenience  at times, like sometimes we were just  roommates...  with 
his 'business' trips and all, hell we were pretty much just  roommates 
at times." 

She rambled on for a few minutes more, about how much she enjoyed  our 
evening,  but how I was just not Rebecca, her ex-lover,  although  the 
idea of crossdressing, although she never thought about it before, was 
quite appealing. She said she liked being the submissive for a  change 
too.  She  spoke  so  matter-of-factly about  it  all  and  with  such 
frankness. Then the end came, with her talking about that if this  had 
been  another  time  and another place... the  ships  passing  in  the 
night.... this was fun but it wouldn't be right... etc. I continued to 
nod  and  shake  my  head  appropriately,  all  the  while   extremely 
disappointed in the final turnout and trying not to show it. She  said 
perhaps  in  the future we might talk, but not now. We said  our  good 
byes and I made my way home.

The little woman was already asleep, making it easier to get cleaned up 
and  de-perfumed.  I  then remebered a discussion  we  had  about  open 
marriage a long time ago. She wanted me to feel free, oddly enough, but  
to remember where I lived. We both had other lovers right up until days 
before our wedding, but not since. The whole conversation felt strange, 
but  we agreed, that should the matter ever exist, we would  not  bring 
our  new  partner  home and no more than for a  weekend.  Inside  those 
rules,  life became interesting. Two weeks after that, she told  me  of 
going to meet an old college boyfriend who now lived in a nearby  town. 
She asked me directly about our previous conversation, did my  opinions 
still  stand  in the face of reality. Not knowing exactly  what  I  was 
committing  to,I said yes, thinking she must have caught me looking  at 
the  sexy little pixy at the checkout counter at the supermarket.  When 
Gina  returned from her visit, she was quite horny. It wasn't  until  I 
entered  her  that I realized what she had meant earlier.  Reality  was 
quite  a shock. I felt repulsed at first, then settled in to enjoy  her 
randiness. She was an animal and literally wore me out.

I  settled into bed, the memories of the day still vivid. I  carefully 
pulled  the  covers  up, trying not to wake her. When  I  finally  had 
settled,  she  turned  over to me in the bed and reached  down  to  my 
crotch, wrapping her fingers around my length. "So did you enjoy her?" 
I was in shock! Just how much did she know? She was aware that I liked 
to  crossdress,  but  opposed to it. All she  liked  was  mostly  very 
straight-laced  sex. She squeezed and pumped me slowly as I let out  a 
low moan. " Whatever then, just as long as she left me enough...." She 
pumped harder and faster, wrapping her mouth around the tip as I came.  
Afterwards  she  kissed me lightly on the cheek, and rolled  over  and 
went to sleep. I soon slumbered also, happy but confused.

The  next day was as if nothing had happened, except that Gina  seemed 
exceptionally   pensive   and  moody.  Nothing   unusual...   and   no 
acknowledgement  of  the previous day's events whatsoever. I  went  by 
Lisa's  late in the afternoon to collect my equipment. She  was  gone, 
and had had my tools piled up in the garage. I collected my stuff  and 
departed.

She went home to her mother's for several months to sort herself  out. 
When she returned to town, my wife made note that she was back and had 
sold  the  house and moved into a townhouse. She also  said  that  she 
might stop by for dinner in the near future.

She had been back about a month when I first saw her. She was crossing 
the  street  and even from a distance looked different.  Her  normally 
vampish attire had been replaced by a very businessy look, her flowing 
hair in a tight bun. I tried to call to her to say hi, but she was out 
of earshot and drove away before I could get closer.

Months  passed, and each time I saw her, she was out of range,  except 
for  one  occasion. I barely noticed her as I was going into  a  store 
through a revolving door. She was again dressed very severely. She was 
headed out as I was headed in and by the time I managed to get  around 
the  aisles to the exit side she was gone again. It was like  she  was 
out  of  Star  Trek and had a cloaking device. Either that  or  I  was 
hallucinating!

During those same months, Gina and I tried many other sexual  avenues. 
We  rented  several racy videos, some of everything. The  only  things 
that seemed to appeal to her were secret rendesvous types and  sapphic 
sex. The former we had already tried, and the latter, even though  her 
body  was  enticed,  she  found mentally  repulsive.  She  found  mild 
interest  in  so called `she-male' movies, but only the  she-male  was 
with  a  female.  Our  sex life was good, and she  found  a  few  more 
'college  friends'. We tried swapping with some friends of  ours,  but 
that  turned out dismal.My hopes of having another time line  the  one 
with Lisa were growing dimmer by the day, it now having been a year. 

A few days after the revolving door encounter, Gina announced that she 
would  be coming over for a small party we were having. I was  gleeful 
inside, perhaps there was another chance?

The  days before passed slowly, and I found myself daydreaming of  her 
to no end at work, reliving each moment of that fateful day.

The  night  of  the party, the other people we had  invited  were  all 
couples,  and she was told she could bring a date. They were the  last 
to  arrive. He was a business associate, more an escort than  a  date. 
She  was  slightly  less severe in her attire,still in  a  dark  sharp 
business  suit, and her makeup was warm and friendly but not  sexy.  I 
did  note  however, that she had on the same open toed  black  patents 
from a year ago. 

The party was in full swing, our guests out in the yard dancing on the 
patio.  Gina  was  at  her finest as she loved  to  entertain.  I  was 
relegated  to  the  barbecue for a while, and when  I  went  into  the 
kitchen, Lisa and Gina were chatting away about shoes .

"Gina,  you should really try something like these. They would  really 
look  good on you and when they start to hurt, you can always  put  on 
something  lower.  Girlfriend you need to 'dress-up' your  look."  She 
looked right at me as she spoke. "Lisa, it's just not me... I've never 
liked  high  heels. Perhaps the same style in a  lower  height..."  At 
that,  Lisa took off her right shoe and handed it to her. "Look,  see, 
it's  not  that high, I'll bet even your husband could wear  them."  I 
nearly dropped the tray I was carrying. 

My  back was to them and I pretended to be preoccupied with the  food. 
Lisa  walked  up behind me, and tapped me on the  shoulder.  I  turned 
around  and she held the shoe inches from my face. "Is this  too  high 
for  you,  I  mean if you were a girl would you  wear  something  like 
this?" Before I could answer, Gina spoke up. "Lisa he's not a girl and 
he  doesn't  know what its like to be a girl so there's  no  point  in 
asking him. Plain and simple, what is between his legs is not what  is 
between  ours." She was a little graphic for her but I thought  I  was 
safe.  "Well  if he walked a mile in my mocs, or in this  case  pumps, 
then he might get an idea... besides, in my opinion femininity is from 
the  heart, not the crotch - it's a matter of the way  you  think...." 
She  trailed off, turning back to talking to Gina directly. I  made  a 
quick exit, the tray hiding the buldge in my pants.

As  we all sat down to eat, the topic seemed to be gender in its  many 
forms,  and Lisa led the discussion. I actually  participated  little, 
although  when any issues that crossed or mixed genders came  up,  she 
always  asked my opinion in a toying way. Gina seemed to ignore  this, 
and I always had my mouth full or was talking to someone else. If  men 
wore  skirts.. if men had to wear makeup.... why can a girl wear  guys 
clothes  and that's ok but if a guy wears girls' clothes....  why  are 
the  costs  of  some basic items for women so high  in  comparison  to 
men.... it went on throughout the evening.

Lisa  dropped  off  her escort and returned to  help  clean  up.  Gina 
insisted  that she wouldn't as for tonight she was a guest. She  began 
to jump right in anyway. Gina went upstairs to get her something  else 
to wear while cleaning up, leaving me alone with Lisa in the kitchen. 

"I  need a small favor, would you be a dear and go out to my  car  and 
get my other shoes, the height on these are getting a bit much."   She 
slipped off her pumps and handed them and her keys to me. "I'm  parked 
right around the corner." Drooling, I complied. " I really need to get 
those  fixed too," she muttered to Gina as I left.The cool  night  air 
quickened  my pace. I found her car, and the other shoes on the  front 
floor.  Since I had a minute, I took the time to admire both pairs  in 
the  small  privacy of her car. It was late, the only lights  on  were 
street  lights, all the neighbors appeared to be in for the  night  or 
asleep.  I  climbed into the passenger seat, and was bending  down  to 
remove  my  own  shoes to try hers on. I slipped on  the  cute  little 
flats, smooth supple pink leather with a black ribbon bow and the hint 
of  a heel.As I bent down, I saw a note addressed to me taped  to  the 
underside  of the dashboard. I placed the keys on the dash and  turned 
on the map light.

"Just  as I figured! If I read you right, you have my flats on.  Don't 
you  just love the little ribbon? I have several pairs like them.  I'm 
glad to share them with you. I really like that... Mistress!"

I stopped right there. I read it again "I like that ... Mistress!" The 
word  `Mistress'!?!?!?? I read on, "In any case, I am in need of  some 
more  REPAIR  work, something really HARD, I need to combine  a  man's 
strength  with  with a woman's touch. Call me in the morning.  I  will 
talk  to your wife so you won't give yourself away. If you are  really 
interested,  you'll  note  that my left pump is in  need  of  a  minor 
repair.  Return with them into the house and offer to make the  repair 
for me. Bring them with you tomorrow."

I almost came. I crumpled up the note and quickly tucked it under  the 
seat.  I  could  hardly  think straight,  my  heart  raced,  my  chest 
pounding. I fondly rembered our last moments together, the joy and the 
wondering. I closed the car door and  began to walk away, enjoying the 
quiet  click  of her flats on my feet as I approached the door  to  my 
home....... HER FLATS ON MY FEET? 

I had locked myself out of her car ... and my shoes IN her car. Here i 
was  only a few feet from my own front door. I stood at the steps  and 
panicked. The porch light came on and the door began to open. I  moved 
right  up to the step, putting my (Lisa's?) toes right up against  the 
bottom  step,  hopefully out of view. "Turn the light  off...it's  me" 
Lisa  and Gina stood in the door way. They had been concerned,  I  had 
been  gone  over  45 minutes. The light went  back  out.  They  stared 
incessantly, beckoning me to come inside. I had to think of  something 
and  fast, but I dared not move, no matter what things  appeared  that 
they  might  be. "I uh.. well I stepped in something out  here  and  I 
don't  want to bring it in the house, I'm going out to the garage  ... 
I'll deal with it in the morning..." 

The door closed, and I quickly slipped off her flats and padded out to 
the garage  on the still warm driveway, to the LOCKED garage door. 

Now what? I went behind the garage and made some noise, then went sock 
footed  up  to  the house.Lisa and Gina were  in  the  kitchen  again, 
continuing  the  gender  discussion.  I handed  her  the  flat  shoes. 
"Thanks.  I almost forgot how it's turning cool at night now.  I  hate 
stepping  into  COLD shoes," she slipped them on to her feet  ever  so 
slowly..enticingly...over  the sheerest of  black stockings over  well 
manicured  fire engine red nails. "but I guess these must have  stayed 
warm  from  the  sun..." She looked dead at me.  I  responded  to  her 
comment  as I had left " You know, I saw what you commented  on  about 
when  I  went  to  your car. I could fix this for  you  now  if  you'd 
like..." I put the ball back on her side of the court, this seemed  so 
unreal and confusing, I didn't want to embarass myself outright.  "Why 
thankyou  dear for noticing. I won't be needing them anytime soon,  so 
whenever you can get to them... not tonight." 

I nodded, almost incapable of speech, and headed to my workshop in the 
basement.  She then turned her back to me and faced Gina over  at  the 
sink "That's quite a guy you have there, so observant and  considerate 
too,  almost like a girlfriend I feel so safe and  comfortable  around 
him...."  They continued to chat, muffled though by the floor above. 

I closed the door behind me, and turned on the light. I freed  myself, 
stroking tenderly and admiring her token. How much easier it was  when 
I  wore skirts, no zippers or belts or.... strange I thought,  neither 
one of them made any comment suggesting that anything was amiss on  my 
little excursion. I slipped them on, loving the contrasting  sight  of 
what  was between my legs and what was on my feet, the height  pushing 
my  bottom up and forward. It felt fantastic, my climax  impending.  I 
moved  slowly  and  quietly. All I could hear in my  mind  was  Lisa's 
moaning,  imagining my hand to be her gripping wetness. I didn't  hear 
her in reality til she was at the door.

She shouted up the stairs to my wife up in the bedroom. " I didn't get 
dessert  before, going to take some home...." With that  she  entered, 
shocking my hardness away. She locked the door behind her, and I  said 
not  a  word.  "After dinner, you notice I refused  dessert...  and  I 
always  have  dessert even when I diet, unless I  can  have  something 
better,  like maybe girlcock?" She knelt down, and wrapped  her  sweet 
lips  around my member, moaning quietly but deeply, her hands  holding 
the  my  heels.  In no time, I was about to come.  From  nowhere,  she 
slipped  a  condom on the tip of my prick and pumped me  to  excellent 
completion,  filling the end. Quickly she slid it off, tied  the  end, 
and slipped it inside her right bra cup. She stood up, kissed me  deep 
and  passionately, tongue riding the inside of each lip.  She  stepped 
back, and whispered "dessert?" pointing to her left breast. I heard my 
wife  heading down from the bedroom to the floor above. As much  as  I 
wanted  to  nibble her nipples, I shook my head - I dared not  now.  I 
kicked  off her shoes, and placed them on the bench beside us,  zipped 
up my trrousers.

She   stood  up  straight  now,  and  turned  to  walk  but  sort   of 
staggeringly,upstairs.  As she opened the door, she stopped and  spred 
her  legs a short bit. She just stood there for a couple  of  seconds, 
then  the  most  wonderful  thing  happened  something  I  had   never 
expeienced a woman do before, never seen that level of arousal - as  I 
peered,  three  large  distinct droplets fell to the  floor  from  the 
center  of her skirt, three drops of fresh hot nectar that had  flowed 
from her insides til her panties could contain them no more. She began 
to  walk up the steps and suddenly grabbed the hand rail bending  over 
as  if in pain. I stepped  up behind her, as to catch  her.She  closed 
her legs tightly, pushed her bottom hard against me and held the walls 
bracing  herself  as her orgasm overtook her. She bucked  hard,  as  I 
wrapped  my  arm  around her waist. I could  barely  support  us  from 
falling backward down the stairs. She turned over her shoulder to look 
at  me, face screaming but mouth silent. After a few  more  convulsive 
minutes, she subsided and recomposed herself, as so did I. 

Without  a hint of what had just happened, she and Gina picked up  the 
thread  of  the previous conversation. I slumped into a chair  at  the 
kitchen  table, hardly able to stand and still  terribly  aroused."Did 
you  read  today's paper? I saw a great sale on  ceiling  fans."  They 
chatted  on.  "Gee,  if  I didn't know you two were  had  too  good  a 
friendship for it, I'd have thought you were down there getting hotsy-
totsy. I mean we have an open marriage but we don't bring any of  that 
home.... and girl if you want to get somebody in trouble around  here, 
just let him come home all hot and bothered. I can't stand it, hell if 
she's  gonna  start  soemthing  let her finish  it,  I've  got  enough 
household  chores......  Lisa if you plan to fuck him, fuck  him  real 
good  so he won't want any more, understand?" Lisa didn't  blink,  for 
her  Gina might just as well have been talking about  the  man-in-the- 
moon. "I'll be sure to remember that.", she commented non-chalantly.

The  conversation  eventually swung around back to the  ceiling  fans. 
"Gina,  would  you mind if he came over to install one for  me?"  Gina 
said  tthere would be no problem at all, 'could keep him all  day  and 
all night as long as you don't send him home for me to cook for  him'. 
I  sensed a definite plot, but if there was one, Gina had not  let  on 
from her end.

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                             the next day

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I  was  awakened  by the sensation of my mrs climbing on  top  of  me, 
catlike and wet . We made love for a good long hour, like she couldn't 
get enough. I arose early with her still clingy and rosy from our days 
greeting.   As  I  packed  my gear I  realized  Lisa  had  never  even 
mentioned  her keys last night. After calling her first I made my  way 
to  her  new  place. I had a little trouble finding it,  but  she  was 
outside waiting when I pulled up. She hopped in, with no hint of  last 
night's note in our conversation, and directed me to the store she had 
spoken  of.  She was dressed in uncharacteristically loose  jeans  and 
sneakers,  hair  in a pony tail, sweatshirt for a  top,  looking  very 
Saturday morning teen.

This day felt very odd. All day long, all I could contemplate was  how 
and   when  I  could  get  back  inside  her  pants,   literally   and 
figuratively.  She  also  kept asking what time it  was,  as  she  had 
forgotten  her watch. It really got to be annoying, and  she  appeared 
very anxious and distant just before each time she asked. When we went 
to  the  local  mall we separated for a while. I had  nothing  to  buy 
really, and decided to just window shop. I met her back at one of  the 
food stands, a Mexican place, for lunch. We had already picked up  all 
the hardware for the ceiling fan, and she had purchased lots of  other 
odds  and ends for around her new place. She talked little  about  the 
past  year revealing only that she and her husband had  been  divorced 
finally,  calling her lover in as a witness just to make it harder  on 
her. I found out her ex-lover's name was Rebecca, that she still lived 
in the area. She said that Becky wanted them to get back together  now 
that  'he'  was  gone, but not a snowball's chance  in  hell  of  that 
happening. Lisa said only held contempt and resentment for the both of 
them, her two exs, and was moving on in her life.

Relative to last night's splendiferous events, I might just as well be 
talking  to  my  sister, or even a wall. Maybe she was  one  of  those 
strange  chicks who had rare moments of intense eroticism followed  by 
long  periods of "Sweet Polly Purebread". She genuinely blushed as  we  
passed by a lingerie store on the way out. 

If  she  was  going to be presto-strange-o, I was not going  to  be  a 
victim. I made plans for an excuse in case things were as now when  we 
got back to her house. It was getting later in the day, and not a good 
time for me to start a project. Perhaps that would get me out.

Disappointed  in the outcome of the day, I headed back to  her  place, 
tired  of the company, and tired of driving around. As I pulled in  to 
her  parking  lot,  I saw what appeared to be my  wife's  car  swiftly 
leaving   the other end. We had other friends in the complex,  but  we 
always  visited  them  as a couple. A lot  of  strange  little  things 
happening.   Then again, maybe it was me. Going around rock  hard  for 
two days can make you think funny.

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She beckoned me inside once we had unloaded all her purchases. I  left 
my  tools and equipment in the truck, preparing for a quick exit.  She 
closed  the door behind us. I went in to use the phone, to  call  Gina 
and  add  to my excuse for an early departure, but she was  not  home. 
Lisa  puttered around in the basement for a while, chit-chatted  about 
everything else except the fan, and seemed disinterested in why I had, 
so I thought, come by so far as the legitimate reasons. Maybe she  had 
just  been  lonely..? I went back outside to retrieve  her  pumps  and 
return them to her.

I  looked them over in the daylight as I walked back in . Somehow  the 
allure was gone. She had gone upstairs, the television was on and  the 
stereo  could  be  heard  faintly  in  the  background,  from  up  the 
staircase.

As  she came down, I saw she had changed, radically! She was a  vision 
in pink . Her hair was still in a pony tail, but now on the right side 
of  her head and tied with a strip of lace. She now had on  makeup  in 
pink,  light  brown  and  gold  contrasting  hues,  lips  au   natural 
slithering  with  clear lip gloss. Around her neck was a  wide  patent 
leather  choker.  She wore a stretch lace halter style top  with  bare 
midriff,  revealing  the tan lines on her pert  breasts,  her  nipples 
perched  out hard and straight. Her stomach was taught and  flat,  she 
had  been  working  out.  She hadn't  really  lost  any  weight,  just 
redistributed  it - to all the right places. She wore a  miniskirt  of 
diaphanous material in an overlapping petticoat style, so short it was 
that it was more of thought for a miniskirt than a garment, just below 
her crotch. It was so light and whispy looking that mere  conversation 
might  puff it up above her waist. At the end of her legs, which  were 
tanned,  silky  smooth ,she wore no stockings, but mesh  nylon  anklet 
socks  and pink patent leather pumps, to match her collar, with  ankle 
straps and at least a 5" heel.

Again,  I was speechless, so she spoke first. "I'm very nervous  about 
saying  this,  so please don't interrupt me or say  anything  until  I 
finish,  OK?" There was only one part of my anatomy capable of  speech 
at  that  moment,  and it had already made it's  intentions  known.  I 
nodded in consent to her request.

"I don't quite know how to say this or quite how to put it, but I'm in 
love  with  you....  Alina.  You see, I've come  to  realize  that  my 
preference  if  you  want to call it that is  definitely  towards  the 
female gender, but I realize too that there are those such as yourself 
who  have  in a certain sense both genders co-residing in  one  single 
gender  body. I suspected as much, like I said before, before we  made 
love.  I  want  for  perfume and lace,  smooth  legs  and  long  hair, 
pendulous  breasts  caressing my own while being  filled  wherever  it 
feels  good with a real cock, not some bitch getting her rocks off  on 
me  with  a dildo. I sensed that you liked it, not just  as  some  sex 
scene, but well.... as a part of you come alive. For me, my thing with 
Becky was me trying to substitute myself as what you can be in  Alina. 
Back  then,  I just didn't want to accept the submissive part  of  me, 
which  is  the real me. I hate being in charge, I'm a follower  not  a 
leader. I want to belong to you, body mind and soul."

This  time I had to grab the railing, her conversation and her  lovely 
enticing appearance too much. She grabbed my hand, and turned  around, 
leading me up the stairs slowly, one step at a time. Her bottom was  a 
picture  unto itself, the hem of the skirt bouncing up with each  step 
revealing  the two perfectly formed hemispheres of her hairless  buns. 
At  the  top of the staircase, she asked me if I wanted to  change.  I 
removed  my  clothes, intoxicated by her loveliness,  aroused  by  her 
submissive request.

She  told me whatan honor it was to her for her Mistress to  wear  her 
clothes, and how much she enjoyed seeing them on me. Item by item, she 
slowly removed them from herself, and placed them one by one, lovingly 
onto me. When she had finished my makeup,my nails and my hair, she sat 
at  my  feet, lightly caressing my legs, admiring  the  transformation 
with  great  joy. A single tear of happiness slowly  rolled  down  her 
cheek.  As  it fell to the floor, she  got up and  went  to  re-clothe 
herself. I felt wonderously powerful, towering in her heels, and stood 
up to admire myself in the full length mirror.

Shortly, I entered the bedroom, her bureau layed out with all sorts of 
sex  toys,  dildoes,vibrators, butt plugs, oils, creams...  a  virtual 
cornucopia.

She  had  placed  herself on the bed in what must  have  been  a  very 
uncomfortable  position.  Her  hands  were  tied  to  the  head  board 
together, and her legs to the cross bar at the top of the foot of  the 
bedframe, leaving her legs up and extended, exposing her bottom up  in 
the  air almost a foot. The only part of her actually on the  bed  was 
her  shoulders.  She was already in pain, I, Alina would  provide  the 
pleasure.

On  the right front corner of the bed hung what appeared to be a  sort 
of IV bag, but opened at the top to allow liquid to be poured in.  The 
tubing had the standard regulator attached, and at the end of the tube 
was  some sort of mechanism for positioning it. I quickly  figure  out 
this  was for dripping... whatever onto wherever. Taking my  cue  from 
previous  experience, I quickly clicked back over to the bureau  to  a 
bottle  of rum. It was already warmed. I emptied it into the  IV  bag, 
and set the mechanism up to drip just above her mouth. I adjusted  the 
rate  to a very slow pace, about once per two seconds and set  on  the 
edge of the bed to watch. She savored each drop like a dehydrated  man 
in the desert, extending her tongue to meet each drop. To make it more 
interesting, I sped it up a bit... and blindfolded her. 

I  took  scissors  and lightly touched the  cold  metal   against  the 
hotness  of her inner thigh. Her panties her slick and  soaked,  quite 
drenched already after just these few minutes. I cut them off,  wiping 
all  around her crotch like towel. I had plans for these panties.  Her 
pussy  was  already beginning to foam, her juices  running  thick  and 
forming  on  her  lips  as she tried to  pull  her  hips  together  to 
stimulate  herself.  I brushed my fingernail against her  clit  softly 
causing  her  whole  body  to writhe violently in  its  bonds  as  she 
continued to lap at the dripping rum. I then moved back to the IV, and 
wrung her own juices into it, slowly lowering them into the  solution. 
After  a good few minutes, she recognized what I had done.  I  removed 
the  blindfold in the same manner,her eyes now wide realizing she  was 
drinking her own juices. As I faced the foot of the bed, I saw she had 
set up a camcorder and that it was running. 

I clicked my heels down to that end of the bed and without lifting  my 
skirt,  I kneeled on the bed and penetrated her deeply,  grabbing  her 
delicious  rump and pounding in repeatedly. Oddly the more  I  pumped, 
the  more  she relaxed. I realized she was staring at  the  camera.  I 
looked right into her eyes, now that the rum was gone, pulling  myself 
on  top  of  her, grasping her tightly. "Count  my  strokes  Lisa,  or 
Mistress  will  stop..." I slowed down again "1" long pause  "2"  long 
pause  "3" several rapid strokes "44444" I stopped as she had  failed. 
It felt so good, it was difficult to do. "What's so interesting  about 
that  damn  camera?"  She looked terrified. I sat  back  up,  removing 
myself then poising at her rectum. As she shook her head, I slowly fed 
myself  into  her  writhing bottom, all the  while  rolling  her  clit 
between  my  thumb  and  index  finger.  I  stroked  in  "What  is  so 
interesting...  " and out again "about that damn camera?" She  was  so 
taken she could only shake her head in reply, first hard to the  right 
then hard to the left alternating on each stroke, fully absorbed.

Suddenly there was a loud crash from the adjoining study. I jumped up, 
seeing the cable from the camcorder lead into it. As I entered,  there 
was Becky........


                          END OF CHAPTER TWO
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CHAPTER THREE

Lisa gets even with Becky, to Becky's delight... at first!




