End of the Beginning, or the Beginning of the End?

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End of the Beginning, or the Beginning of the End?
For the next few weeks, ‘Babs’, my older transvestite submissive lover, and I continued to enjoy our S&M sessions together. The routine was always the same; she would turn up anytime between 10.30 and 11 am, change into her sexy lingerie and apply her make-up, and we would spend an hour and a half to two hours of naughty spanking and spunking. As she was preparing to leave one Saturday afternoon, I asked if in our next session it would be alright if I could be her Dominator, as opposed to her Dominatrix. ‘I suppose you could be in a male persona. You may have to do something special for me, though…’ she cryptically hinted at. ‘What would you like?’ I enquired. ‘I’ll tell you next week.’ she said.
Why did I want our next meet to consist of me as my male self? Well, to be honest, her lingerie and her immaculate make-up made me feel rather amateurish in comparison. Besides, I think I was genuinely attracted to her. Not the rather pleasant looking gent who would turn up in the morning, but the gorgeous creature who would sashay down the stairs half an hour later. But that was fantasy. He was probably married. Maybe had grown-up offspring. I was just his weekend secret. Maybe it was best just to forget about him… her?!
After what seemed an eternity, the following weekend arrived. I awoke at my usual time, but then I realised I didn’t have to go through the rigmarole of preparing for my female self. So I decided on a big fry-up, and a quick shower afterwards. The doorbell rang at about quarter to eleven, and I could see it was Babs through the frosted panes of the door. I opened the door and held out my hand and said, ‘Hello. I’m Daniel. Come on in.’ He cautiously shook my hand, and entered. I closed the door and ushered him into the living room, and poured us both a drink of whatever malt whiskey was in the cabinet that particular week. ‘Daniel, eh? God is my judge…’ he said, as he took a sip from his glass, eyeing me up and down. ‘Oh, from the Hebrew?’ I replied. ‘Well, I’m an atheist, and you can testify that I’m not Jewish!’ He laughed, and the tension that had filled the air dissipated. I wanted to ask him his name, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I asked what was his special request was that he had left hanging in the air from his last visit. He took a big gulp of his drink, sighed, and then said after we were finished with our usual session, he wanted me to take him upstairs, place him in the bathtub and give him a ‘golden shower’! I nearly choked on my drink! I had heard of such things, but I didn’t find it in any way arousing. In fact, it was a turn-off! His eyes were on me, watching my every reaction. If I was to tell the truth and admit I found the idea abhorrent, our sessions would come to an end. I took a large intake of air, and proclaimed, ‘It’s something that does nothing for me. But if that’s what you want, I’ll do it.’ He looked relieved. He finished his drink, and made his way upstairs to prepare himself.
I closed the blinds downstairs, and stripped naked. Although it was only a week since I had last dressed, the amount of stubble appearing all over my body was perturbing. I noticed hairs sprouting not only on my legs or chest, but on places that never had hair previously, notably my back and shoulders. Whilst I was worrying how hirsute my body was becoming, I heard the bedroom door open and Babs making her descent down the stairs, her case of toys and equipment being brought down for the party. She entered the room, today a glorious vision of white chemise, nylon and lace, her blonde wig at shoulder length, her make-up in softer shades of pastel colours. She wore lace topped white stockings, held up on suspender straps attached to a lacy white bodice, a frilly low cupped bra just above and some beautiful open toed white heels to finish off her ensemble. She placed the case on the coffee table and stood back, crossing her legs in front of her, her cock already filling with blood. ‘You look even more beautiful than usual!’ I blurted out. She smiled, her eyes on my own cock, which by now was rapidly hardening. ‘No knickers today?’ I enquired. ‘No point, is there? You can’t wait to take them off to spank my arse!’ ‘You know me so well…’ I answered, and I moved in to get a loving kiss before I slipped into character. ‘Shall we begin, then?’ I asked. ‘Yes… Master.’
I got her to lean over my lap and put her peachy bum in the air, before I brought my hand down as hard as I could. I had learned over the past few weeks that her pain threshold was very high, and there was no need to do any preparation work. Once more I brought my hand down on her rippling buttocks, and I could feel her cock twitch against my upper leg. Several more hard slaps, and her bottom was bright red and her cock was rigid. I got her to stand up, and I admired her hard member. ‘What do you say?’ I lowly growled. ‘Thank you, master.’ she replied with a cheeky little grin. I opened up a drawer underneath the coffee table and took out some black stockings. ‘Hands together, out in front of you!’ I ordered, and Babs obediently complied. I took one of the stockings and tied it firmly around her wrists, the other, I tied over her eyes. ‘Can you see, slave?’ I asked, gruffly. ‘Not much, master’, came the response. ‘You know what I want you to do now? Get on your knees, and you suck Master’s cock!’ I half requested and ordered at the same time. She sunk to the carpet one knee at a time, and her bound hands reached out in front of her, searching for my body, seeking out my engorged member. Her long, elegant fingers found my pulsating man-meat, and gently caressed the sides of my shaft, ever so lightly, almost like the fluttering wings of an insect. My cock twitched, then bobbed up and down slightly as she brought her tongue towards my penis tip, inquisitively searching for my bright red dome. The tongue found it’s mark, her fingers increased their pressure on either side of my shaft, and she gave me a gentle kiss on the slit of my cock head. She took only the tip in, swirling her tongue all around the ridge of my helmet, then took me out, giving my shaft a gentle wank with her bound hands. This continued for about another minute, my tip getting wonderfully tongued, my shaft being slowly masturbated. She then picked up the pace and with each bob of her head, more of my cock was devoured by her loving pink lips. Her tied hands cupped my balls and I felt the nylon that bound her stroke against my thigh, sending a tingle all down my spine and making the cheeks of my backside feel super-sensitive. She soon had taken me all into her hot, wet mouth, her tongue swirling all around my shaft. It wasn’t long before I felt the approach of my orgasm; the familiar tingle in my backside, the rising of my balls indicating my load was on it’s way. I held Babs’ head firmly, and roared and grunted as I filled her mouth with my spunk, my body jerking and my legs shaking uncontrollably. I watched her throat move as she swallowed my cum down into her belly, and I released her from my grip. ‘That just gets better every time you do that!’ I exclaimed, a little bit out of breath.
I untied her hands, then released her from the binds that stole her vision, and she blinked, her eyes adjusting to the light of the room. I went behind her, and unhooked her lovely lacy bra and placed it over the back of an armchair. ‘Why did you do that?’ she quizzically asked. I moved in close, and whispered into her ear from behind, ‘You’ll see!’ I moved my hands over and around her still reddened buttocks, slowly over her lower back with one hand, and over her lingerie clad belly with the other. As I looked over her shoulder, I could see her beautiful prick was fully engorged, dying to be touched. I grabbed both her nipples, and I squeezed them, slowly increasing the pressure, and gave them a forceful twist at the end. Babs’ cock bounced up and down, and I reached around to give it a gentle wank. She turned her head towards me and engaged me in a full on kiss, exploring my mouth with her tongue. Fuck it! I really want to suck her off! I always did, anyway. I moved around to her front, still engaged in a bout of tongue wrestling, her member still being wanked. I pulled away, sucking on her bottom lip, before going to my knees and kissing her purple headed cock. ‘Look in the case and find yourself a vibrator to stick up your bum while I suck you off!’ I ordered. She rummaged through and came back with a vibrator that more closely resembled a giant pen as opposed to anything that looked like a penis. It was black and gold, smooth and shiny and about six inches in length. She twisted the bottom and it buzzed into life. She stood before me and I started in earnest to fellate her big hard member, while she slowly inserted her shiny toy into her back passage. I could feel the buzzing sensation as my tongue worked it’s way around her member, and soon the whole thing was in her and she clenched her buttocks together, keeping it up there as my tongue worked her beautiful cock. Within minutes of bobbing my head back and forth, I tasted her pre-cum on my tongue. I picked up the pace and her breathing became heavier. ‘Oh, baby! I’m gonna cum!’ I readied myself for her orgasm. Her cock twitched in my mouth and her first jet of hot, thick spunk hit the back of my throat. Another shot filled my mouth, and another, before the cum seemed to thin and release itself in short, sharp bursts. I hungrily swallowed her cream down, and licked her deflating cock clean, making sure none of her precious seed went to waste. She reached behind and extracted the now glistening vibrator, turning it off and letting it fall to the carpet.
We both collapsed onto the sofa together, laughing and giggling, for no apparent reason; a sense of euphoria seemed to have swept us both up. The sexual contact was put on pause for a while as we sat there, caressing each other and coming in for the occasional french kiss. After about ten minutes of this petting, I asked what did Babs fancy doing next. ‘Oh, I got a riding crop this week from the saddlery down the road!’ her face lighting up and her cock slowly getting bigger again as she produced it from the case. She handed it to me, and I asked if she wanted to be a naughty girl or a naughty horse. Again, she giggled and said just to spank her bottom with it. I said I had never used a whip or crop before, so if I was being overly abusive, she was to tell me. She just looked over her shoulder and gave me that look before our first session got underway. ‘I know, I know. You know what you want, you know what you like..!’
It didn’t take long before I found the sweet spot on the crop, and Babs’ bottom was soon marked with bright red little squares from the coarse leather. Her cock was fully erect again, as was mine. I’d had a couple of frotting sessions in the past, and I loved it. I stood Babs up, and gently rubbed the tip of my penis against her own light purple helmet. Her eyes rolled up and she gave out a moan. ‘Oh, that feels wonderful,’ she sighed. I picked up the discarded stockings from previously, and encased both of our members in the black nylon. I wanked both of our pricks encased in the stocking, and Babs put her hand around mine, slowing the pace down so she could savour the sensation as our cocks touched and the feel of the nylon on our sensitive skin. She leaned in for a kiss. Then I picked up the pace again. Babs never took her eyes off our cocks; she was thoroughly enraptured. After a couple minutes more, her breathing got heavier, and her eyes glazed over. Her body started to convulse and shake, her cock twitched inside the nylon, and then I felt the hot wet fluid wash over my cock and soak into the stocking. That was the signal that started my own orgasm on it’s way; Babs’ cock was softening, but mine was looking more vascular, even through the black, damp nylon. And then I felt my testicles rise towards my abdomen, and I felt a hot jet of thin, runny cum deposit itself over both our pricks, and several little pulses more as it all seeped into the bedraggled piece of hosiery.
I released our members from the stocking, and we collapsed once again to the settee. One gentle post orgasmic kiss. ‘Will you take me upstairs now and do what we agreed?’ I could sense the urgency in her voice. I couldn’t understand why this was so important, but let’s get the deed done and out of the way. I took her by the hand, and gently, slowly, made our way up the stairs. She took off her shoes before she entered the bathroom, and lay in the tub still clad in her lingerie, mouth wide and eyes shut. Suffice to say, I fulfilled her wish, but something happened in that moment. She no longer was the gorgeous goddess or the sophisticated beauty I had in my mind’s eye. It was rather ironic, because I had enjoyed all of the kinky things we had previously participated in together, but this was a bridge too far. Things would never be the same again between us…

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