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THE TRAINING OF A TRANSSEXUAL…PART 2
BY MISS PISS
Mia and I met in the most casual and boring of all places that you could meet somebody, a grocery store. She was in the produce section at the vegetable aisle, suspiciously keeping herself slightly secluded from customers around her. I thought that she was a strange woman, extremely timid and mysterious. But I couldn’t get my eyes off her; I was seduced into her mystical trance. Why you ask? Because she was so fucking weird. I noticed how she caressed the carrots with her slender little fingers, so sweet and gently, as if she was searching for some secret pulse in them. She squeezed the zucchini and closed her eyes in solitude, so tenderly and gracefully, her mouth making a tiny grin. I casually went towards the broccoli. She plucked a brussel sprout and smelled it, kissed it, and rolled it against her smooth belly from under her shirt, sticking out her tongue a little. She fondled an eggplant; I stared at her closely without her noticing. Her lips quivered. She smiled. She looked like a kid in a candy store, happy and delighted as she put these vegetables in her grocery cart. In all honesty, she looked extremely horny. Fuck, what a strange woman, I thought. And it only felt stranger by the fact that I was keeping my eye on her like a hawk. I could have walked away or minded my own business, but no, I wanted to stay. How unusual it was to see somebody act like this in a grocery store of all places, showing random, casual perversion. It’s rare to find such human behavior in this setting. I wanted to embrace the opportunity. But I tried to keep my distance, not wanting her to notice me. Even at her side, though, she still didn’t feel or see my presence. She was in her own world of the perverted.
After the vegetables, she walked towards the fruit section. I followed and eyed her attentively. I admit, the more I watched her, the more I felt like some pervert myself watching some bizarre porn film in the making. Don’t ask me why I was turned on by it. There was something erotic about being her casual stalker for that moment, observing her every strange, horny movement.
Her palm wrapped around an orange. She licked her lips, closing her eyes for a second. Oh what dirty thoughts must have been forming in her head. I wondered. She put the orange in her cart, and then traced her fingertip along an apple, nibbling her bottom lip and letting out a light moan. Was she turned on by the shine, the shape, the size, and the touch?
Afterwards, she plucked a grape. Instead of eating it secretively like a normal person would, she pressed it softly against her chest. Her nipples perked up through her shirt. My pussy throbbed and moistened. I’ve never been turned on by vegetables, fruit, or any inanimate object for that matter. So why the fuck was I getting turned on by watching this eccentric woman getting horny over fruits and vegetables? I didn’t know why and frankly I didn’t care. Before I could get any hornier watching her, I built the courage to say, “Excuse me ma’am, I see that you are an expert on fruits and vegetables.”
She gasped, startled and instantly embarrassed. She blushed. She was back on planet Earth.
“I mean…um…” I paused awkwardly. I hope she doesn’t think that I’m referring to her fruit and veggie fetish. I sure hope my statement didn’t point out the obvious.
“Yes,” she replied. Her voice was shy, soft, and almost trembling.
“I…like fruits and vegetables.”
I nodded. Then she made a sparkly, giddy laugh to break the silence. I chuckled as well. She was such an interesting, fragile, but free spirited creature that somehow seduced me with her strangeness, and with that strangeness came a sense of comfort once we started communicating for the first time. When she started talking about fruits and vegetables in a matter-of-fact manner, it sounded as if she was in the verge of crying, either with excitement or with immense nervousness. Then she casually changed the conversation into other things: where she came from, where she works, her favorite recipes, her favorite music, just the simple introductory things. We clicked immediately. Because of her, I spent time in the grocery store longer than I expected to, forgetting that I had other errands to run. They weren’t that important. Mia was well worth my precious time.
After we met, we kept in touch and met each other as frequently as possible in other boring places, such as laundry mats, Wal-Mart, the bank, and the park. Meeting each other was always exciting and tantalizing. I loved hearing her tell me stories of her life and vice versa. Hearing her speak touched my heart every time, and that personality, so fresh and vibrant, made my day. She always looked, acted, and sounded like a child, maybe not from this planet, but in a planet where she was overwhelmed by her own senses and didn’t know how to gain release from it. I loved everything about her.
As cheesy as this sounds, the more we got to know each other, the sooner the magic happened. I secretly fell in love with her romantically and sexually. She felt the same and kept it a secret too. Every time I looked into her hazel-green eyes, I saw a mischievous, child-woman, in wanting and yearning for a new thrill in life that she has never experienced before. We wanted that in life and we found that feeling in each other. We didn’t know for sure what it was that we both wanted. What we wanted for sure, at first, was friendship. We became the closest of friends. Even though we met every week or two just chatting, going out to lunch, and chilling with each other, the lingering thought of the first time I met her at the grocery store was a constant reminder that my sex life was going to be converted into something more meaningful, powerful, and emotionally fulfilling.
Before we knew it, we revealed each other’s love and then became lovers. We were in lust for each other and openly admitted that we wanted and needed each other. We wanted to feed off each others quirkiness and kinkiness. But first, we started things slow. We acted like virgins waiting for their perfect little flower to blossom before the fun begins. We savored the simple things: kissing and holding hands in public and saying sweet things in each other’s ear. When at home, we cuddled while watching TV, sucked on each other’s breasts, bathed and showered together, and slept in the same bed with clothes on and sometimes naked. We didn’t go further than that. We just savored the whole romantic bit. That never got old. But very soon, we wanted to make love and fuck. I thought Mia, who’s shy, conservative, and traditional about love making with a man or a woman, would plan for us to have our first session in a hotel room. I could imagine it clearly: candles in the bedroom, petals of roses in the bathtub, the scent of perfume in the air, and the heavy fumes of our sex melting into it as we made hot, steamy love. Girl, I had it all wrong. She had it all planned out and kept it all so secretive, which made my body all the more bottled up with my horniness. It was ready to explode and so was she.
The special moment took place on a regular insignificant day. She took us to the park in the evening. By that time, it was empty. It was supposed to rain. The sky was dark and cloudy. We could hear thunder and lightning. I hoped that the weather wouldn’t ruin what looked to be a very hot and steamy evening. Something about the smell of the storm brewing above us was romantic as well. Mia was carrying a paper grocery bag. What was inside it, I didn’t know. I was curious of the contents inside it. She held my hand warmly, looking at me from time to time. Pure ecstasy and wickedness burned in those eyes.
“Where the hell are you taking us baby?” I asked.
“You’ll see…” She squeezed my hand.
We kept on walking on the moist grass. We headed towards an area with a few benches and lots of trees. We stopped at a tall and skinny tree that was alone and secluded. The moment we stopped in front of it, Mia dropped the paper bag and slid her hands under my dress. She grabbed my ass, cupped my cheeks, and squeezed them like two juicy melons. She smacked it nice and hard with her sharp hand, making me yelp orgasmically. Meanwhile, her wild and wicked tongue massaged against mine, dancing madly and passionately. Mia was a beast. Before I knew it, her hands clawed off my dress eagerly, forcing it to slide to the ground. I hurriedly took off her dress as well while sucking on her sweet tongue and teasing it with my tongue ring, moaning and groaning viciously through our mad kiss. We were both completely naked, our breasts to breasts, horny and uncontrollable. As you already know, this isn’t the first time that I had made love to somebody in public. What she was going to do made my past experiences look like child’s play.
“Press your back against this tree, now!” she commanded after we parted from our kiss. I never heard her voice sound so demanding before; it startled me, but in a good way. She sounded cool, loud, and confident. Most of all, she sounded dominant. It fucking turned me on.
I pressed my back against the tree. It felt hard, rough, and cold.
“Put your arms in the air. Press it against the trunk, press it firm and hard.”
I did as she ordered immediately. The raging, horny fire in Mia’s eyes intensified. I was in immense awe. Even though we’ve talked of our domme/submissive fantasies with each other, I couldn’t imagine Mia being the dominant one with her timid voice and her innocent, non-threatening demeanor. Before my eyes, I saw a surprising transformation. Suddenly her voice and attitude was powerful and stern enough to make me do what she says without question, even making me quiver at the knees.
“There you go,” she smirked, eyeing me like a hawk that just caught its mouse. “Close your eyes.”
I obeyed. I heard the sound of rustling leaves in the air. The air itself was becoming misty and filled with the scent of rain. I heard lightning and thunder. Seconds later, rain plopped lightly on my head, gradually soaking my hair once it started to pour.
“Don’t you move,” Mia snapped, licking the drops of rain that trickled to her lips.
Without moving or thinking, I waited with anticipation. My hands were shaking. Her warm breath cooed against my ear lobe. Then I felt a soft substance pressed against my rain soaked wrists. It took me seconds to realize that she was tying them against the trunk with a rope of some sort. She must have tied the rope at least fifteen times or more. In no time my wrists were restrained so tight against the tree that the only movement I could make was the wiggling of my trembling fingers. The feel of the bark stung and tingled my skin. The rain made it all the more itchy and uncomfortable.
“Tight enough for you,” she said sweetly, pulling the rope hard enough to make me squeak. My eyes shot open. The stinging rain trickled into my eyes. They felt slightly bloodshot. I looked up. I couldn’t see what Mia had done to me. My thoughts ran wild. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I’ve been restrained before by the typical novelty hand cuffs or with my partner’s bare hands on the bed or in a chair, but never have I been restrained and tied up this way, in this environment, outside in the pouring rain. I felt like some voodoo sacrifice.
Mia glared at me mischievously; she was ready to raise such wonderful hell. She was soaked with rain, but it didn’t seem to faze her. She was at one with nature. Hot earth mother. Her hair wild and her attitude a powerful lioness. Dominant. Sexy. In control. More than ever I was under her hypnotic trance. She held a dark blue rope in her hands, swishing it back and forth as she stood in front of me.
“You look so fucking helpless already,” she laughed. “Try to escape.”
I took that as an order. I roughly jerked my body left to right. I groaned like an animal that was just caught in a trap. The rope didn’t unravel a bit. My wild movements only made my wrists chafe against the tree bark.
Mia smacked my right cheek and spit at my face. Her mark left a sharp, tingly sting. It aroused me. Her spit dripped down along my freshly smacked cheek, cooling down the faint heat that rose from my skin. It aroused me even more.
“Bitch, are you trying hard enough?” she shouted.
I nodded quickly.
“I can’t escape…” I whined.
“Call me Madame Hunter…”
“I can’t escape Madame Hunter,” I breathed lightly, looking straight into her eyes. “You captured me. I am your prey.”
“That’s right,” she smirked, pinching my left cheek. “And I can do whatever I want with my prey.”
She pressed her nose against my smooth hairless armpit. She sniffed it eagerly. Her tongue slivered all over my pit, licking the beads of sweat. It felt so strange; it made my body shiver. The tip of her tongue flicked rapidly against my pit after she tasted my sweat. I laughed and squirmed. Then she nibbled into my armpit. Her pearly whites bit down hard into my flesh. I screamed.
“Ah! That hurts Madame!”
“Shut up!” she shouted. I obeyed, wincing and whimpering.
She went to my other armpit, pressing her tongue firmly against it and using the tip to tickle me. I laughed and squirmed. To top it off, she bit down on the flesh of my armpit again, rougher and harder than before. I screamed louder, feeling the pleasure in me igniting. Then she stopped. She didn’t say a word. She went behind me and tied the rope around the base of my breasts, making them bulge out. She created a harness that was perfectly held together at the front while she tied the rest of the rope at the back of the tree trunk, tugging me harder into it as she made stubborn, beautiful knots. It kept the harness together in one piece. I was completely stunned at how quick and intricate she performed this bondage on my breasts without even looking at me from the front. By the time she was through, my breasts were the size of ripe, round oranges, forming a light tint of blue in minutes. I tried to move my body. The rope was so tight. I couldn’t move, period.
After she bonded my breasts, she quickly wrapped the rope around my waist intricately, creating a cincher-style spider-web like pattern. The rope held me even tighter and harder against the trunk of the tree. My stiff back felt the sting of the rough bark, my stomach pressed down by the tight rope, my wrists already pounding with pain, and the inside of my armpits throbbing and stinging from Mia’s rough bite, which left a rosy-red medium sized welt in each pit. The hardness of my nipples only intensified with not just the bondage alone, but by the cold air as the rain poured harder. I couldn’t move. My eyes were close to tearing up. I panted loud and heavily. I was somewhat scared, excited, but thrilled at the intense sensations of being tied, slapped, spitted on, and bitten to the point of no escape. Only my legs had the freedom to move. My feet stayed firm on solid ground. The sight of me aroused Mia. I could smell her cunt in the cool wet air, all moist and dripping with lust.
“What a beautiful bondage you are…” she smiled sweetly. “I created a work of art.”
She kissed my hard nipples and licked it, swallowing them into her hungry mouth. I groaned and wrapped my legs around her waist, moving her towards me. Her slightly hairy pussy smacked against my smooth and naked pussy. She devoured my breasts like a juicy apple while rubbing her wet fingers against my pussy lips, teasing them playfully. I made sharp squeaks from time to time. I squealed the more she got into it. My nipples never felt this hard and intense. The lapping and circling of her tongue and the way she lightly nibbled them made me explode into an instant orgasm.
“Oh honey, you came already? What a slut you are. I’m just getting started…”
She patted her fingers against my pussy lips, my cream covering her fingertips. She slid two fingers inside of me with such ease, adding a third for equal measure. I moaned louder than I ever moaned before. I had a burning itch to move and unrestraint myself. My wrists were stinging. My arms were growing tired and weak from being held up for what felt like such a long time. It was the best of all sensations. I loved the pain, the humiliation, the suffocation of sweet release. Mia, the dominating bitch. She knew it, felt it, and took advantage of this newfound high.
“Mmm…honey…you feel so good inside. So warm and fucking tight.”
She finger fucked me until I came again. When she pulled out, I was throbbing. Her fingers glistened with my creamy juices.
“Open your mouth.”
I obeyed. She forced her cum-covered fingers into my mouth.
“Suck every drop my little whore!”
I sucked her dirty fingers clean, tasting every gooey drop of my pussy juice. She pulled out of my mouth and sniffed her fingers.
“That’s a good girl…you sucked it clean. I can’t even smell your cunt on my fingers.”
She caressed my wet hair and my cheek, eyeing my breasts and my nipples. She pulled something out of the paper bag: a bunch of small wooden clothes pins. My eyes widened. My heart thundered. I knew exactly what she was going to do.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this torture, my slut?”
“Yes I am!” I panted. Was I truly ready? I had no choice.
She clamped the first wooden clothes pin onto my left nipple. I closed my eyes and screamed. A surge of pain thundered through my body, but seconds after an electricity of intense, hot, stinging pleasure flowed through my veins and into my nipple. She slid three slippery fingers into my creamy hole again. She pumped them in and out of me slowly. With her other hand she clamped on another clothes pin onto my right nipple. The pain once more surged into it. I was shaken up from head to toe. The highly charged sensation was mind-blowing.
“How does it feel my dear?” said Mia, circling her finger around each clamped nipple.
“I-incredible…Madame…”
“Ready for more…”
Before I could react, she clamped ten clothes pins on each breast, around my nipple area, slowly at a time. I screamed in soft agony with each pin she clamped onto my flesh, all twenty of them. Oh the hot, fiery pinch and the thunder of pain! Tears ran down my face. It hurt so much. But I couldn’t tell her to stop. I had no choice but to endure.
I was almost afraid to open my eyes and look down when she was through. When I did, I saw that each clamped part of my skin was dark red.
“Oh my fucking God!” I shouted.
I was going to explode. The pain was killing me softly. My mind as well as my body was being taken over and fucked senseless.
“You love this, don’t you my pain slut?” Mia grinned wickedly.
“Yes Madame Hunter, I love it!”
The clever bitch; she managed to still pump those three fingers in and out of me with such speed and agility while the other hand had done its devilish scheme. I moaned and whined from the pleasure and the pain. Then I started to cry.
“Aw, my little pet. You’ll get used to the pain soon enough…”
She kissed my lips. Then she went down on her knees, my crotch at her face. Every inch of my body was pounding. She pulled out her fingers and slid her wild tongue inside of my tight little cunt hole, thrusting and plunging into it in a way that a man had never done as well before. My pussy tensed up like a closed fist. She crammed that tongue in deeper and deeper. My hole tightened around Mia’s tongue, not wanting to let go. I couldn’t contain myself. I was releasing my pussy cream in seconds and seconds, filling her mouth up like an overflowed fountain. My intense bondage and torture eventually was too much for me. I released not only loads of cum but a stream of pee into her mouth. I never peed in anyone’s mouth before, nor had any desire or fascination with golden showers. I was so embarrassed.
“I-I didn’t mean to pee in your mouth Madame!”
“Oh!” she squeaked. “Mmm…what a lovely surprise! I wasn’t expecting to make you so wet and horny that I’d make you pee. Your pee tastes so sweet and delightful. I want more.”
“But I don’t think I can pee again so soon…” I whimpered, feeling like a helpless pup.
“You will!” she barked. “And I have the perfect thing that will help…”
She took out a cucumber from the bag. It was 8 inches long and 5 inches thick with lots of firm, medium sized bumps all over. My eyes widened. The thing was just so fucking huge.
“Have you ever been fucked by a man with a dick as long and thick as this cucumber?” she asked.
I shook my head.
“No, Madame, I haven’t. Not even close.”
She read my eyes; she knew that I wasn’t ready for it.
“You’re going to take it all in slut…”
She eased the tip into my hole. It burned and stung a little because of its massive size. She forced it into me mercilessly. I breathed in and out slowly, still afraid, nervous, and more than anything, overwhelmed with Mia’s dominant fire that could scorch and destroy an entire forest. I felt so fucking lucky that she was scorching and destroying mine.
She pushed 3-inches of the cold cucumber in me. I screamed. She slid an inch more into me, no matter how much it hurt. The cool, bumpy feel of it sliding into my stubborn little hole was overwhelming, intense, but incredible. My cunt hole slowly began to stretch.
“You like it, my slave. You love being fucked by a cucumber, don’t you?”
She pumped this huge vegetable in and out of me rapidly. Before I knew it, I felt seven inches of the cucumber crammed into my throbbing pinkness.
“Oh God!” I shouted.
“Cum for me!”
She was so impatient. She wiggled the cucumber up and down faster and faster, ramming it against my pussy walls, making my legs kick with madness. I felt so fucking stuffed, stretched, and fulfilled. Once more, I couldn’t contain myself.
“Here it comes Madame Hunter!”
I exploded loads of cum following a heavy stream of pee. She quickly pulled the cucumber out of me and crammed her lips against my cunt hole. She swallowed and gulped every drop of my juices. Her mouth engulfed my pussy and my clit, slurping every bit of my golden nectar and cum that was left behind. She couldn’t get enough of me. She gripped my ass cheeks and spread them wide. My pussy hole made a wet, clink sound as a sign that it was gaping wide open, inviting Mia to look inside of the darkness.
“Oh honey!” she groaned.
She used her fingers to stretch my pussy wider. It made a light, whistle sound each time I flexed my muscles. She quivered with excitement.
“Oh god, what a huge gaping cunt hole!”
She put her nose into it, sniffing it like a dirty whore.
“You smell so fucking good…”
She pulled out her nose and then slid her tongue inside of my hole about an inch deep. I groaned and moaned with ecstasy. She swirled it around in a slow, circular motion and flicked it up and down rapidly. Oh god, it felt so good.
“You taste so fucking delicious, my love…”
“All for you Mia…” I whispered.
I looked down at my lovely girl, absorbing everything: her eyes, her face, her skin, her inner-dominatrix, her outer-beast woman, and her true love for me. What bliss. Watching her tease, suck, and play with my gaping hole was such a turn on. I never had true emotions like this before, this feeling of another body being a part of me, and me being a part of this body, together, completely whole.
“I love you Isabelle…”
She kissed my clit, and then stood up slowly, trembling with pleasure. She held the cucumber in her hand, tapping the cum glazed tip of it against my lips. I bit into it, tasting my salty juices. She kissed my lips eagerly, wanting to taste the juicy cucumber as well.
For the rest of that evening, after she unrestrained me from her bondage web, we made love in nature for hours. We went at it on the grass, on the benches, and against the trees. We were wild and free, our tongues the dancers in the dark, our rain drenched, sweating bodies the angels of the night.
And that, my dear Stella, was the start of our beautiful, sexual relationship.
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After Isabelle told her story, I’m not going to lie; I had never felt my panties so heavy with cum and my dick so hard; it nearly seeped and ripped through the fabric.
“I want to meet this mad woman!” I grinned.
“You will,” smiled Isabelle, who was so wet as well that I could smell the strong, sweet odor of her pussy. “Well, the reason why I came here today was to ask you something.”
“What’s that?”
“Mia and I are going to live together in a rental home. We want you to live with us.”
I was ecstatic. I wanted to instantly say yes, but my mind stopped to think. It wasn’t that I didn’t feel comfortable living with two girls, and two horny ones at that. It wasn’t about the money. It wasn’t even about the fear of living on my own and having ultimate independence and freedom. It was my mother. I didn’t want to leave her. The ultimate hell I endured while I was away at college was not being able to see her everyday. It was hard for her too. We have always been inseparable. I was afraid that moving out for good would untie that sacred ribbon. Isabelle looked into my eyes; she read me like a book.
“Your mother will be fine Stella,” she reassured me. “And you will be fine without her, at least while you’re away. It will be a new adventure for all of us.”
“A new adventure eh?”
“Yes. And if it makes you more comfortable, there will be an extra person living with us, a man that is. His name is Victor, he’s French.”
“Ooh lŕ-lŕ, a French man,” I grinned. “Is he cute?”
“I would say so.”
“Does he have a girlfriend?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Do you think he would be comfortable living with a gal like me?”
“He knows a little about you already, he’s looking forward to meeting you.”
“Alright then,” I smirked. “Let’s do it. Let’s all live together.”
For the first time in my life, I was excited for a journey, this journey of being part of the real world outside of my home, outside of my comfort zone, outside of my mother’s raw, wonderful presence. I was ready to take on the world as a real independent woman. I didn’t know where my future would hold living with my dear friend, her eccentric, kinky girlfriend, and this beautiful stranger that I knew nothing about. But what I knew for sure was that this newfound freedom was going to train me to become somebody brand new. I could feel it.