0 comments/ 51109 views/ 7 favorites Conversation with Gabriella Ch. 01 By: stacey_lynne Gabriel prefers to be called Gabriella at night and on weekends when her real preferences come to life. Olga is his wife. Daniel, virile, strong, and masculine, was forced to become Danielle. Gabriella sweetheart, you made my heart skip a beat earlier this week. I had posted some pictures for you to admire. Immediately you recognized them as being Danielle's! The first major change in my extra-marital affair with Danielle had been the joyful discovery of her eager willingness to succumb to forced cross-dressing. The next turning point was her grudging acceptance to have her expose herself for all to see. And with that came the dialog you and I started having about your very intimate desires and fetishes. And how you were recognizing Danielle as she stood in abject nudity before your very eyes. It became apparent that she and you would be good friends and that you already knew exactly what she looked like and what she most feared and enjoyed. The time had come to invite you and Olga to come down for a long weekend, and I would arrange for you two to attend one of my "parties" that had so piqued your sexual curiosity. But I did make it very clear from the outset: Olga would be passed around and I wanted to make absolutely certain you understood that and that you accepted it. The last thing I wanted was a husband to suddenly get jealous on me, turning cold, limp, and flaccid. We talked a lot about it to make sure you were willing. And when I felt absolutely confident, you and I made our plans. Your flight down was uneventful, actually quite thrilling for you, even if Olga did seem at times a bit distant. She had other thoughts on her mind, and so did you. You checked into the hotel I had reserved for you, rested a bit, and then showered and dressed for the occasion. By the time you arrived other guests were present. Usually it is mostly women who show up with their respective subs in various states of attire and training, but for the occasion we had also invited gentlemen so that Olga could be properly entertained while you were otherwise engaged in the sexual activities planned for you. We all gasped at how pretty you were, so impeccably dressed in a nice blouse through which your bra could be discerned pushing out, fluffy skirt, high heel shoes and stockings. After the introductions, Olga made good friends with the people while you and I talked a bit about what to expect and what I wanted from you. Occasionally you would steal a glance over at Olga, marveling how well she was getting along with her newly found admirers. They had sensed her eagerness and were wasting no time with her. One was holding hands with her while they chatted with a couple. A handsome gentleman approached her from behind and started to caress her lovely ass. She smiled not missing a beat in her conversation, as if getting her lovely ass caressed socially was a common occurrence for her. He tried to get his large hand into her trousers but the waist was too tight. Again, without missing a beat in her conversation with the couple, Olga unbuttoned her slacks very casually, and his hand slipped in easily. He seemed to struggle just a bit and then Olga squinted just slightly, a bit smile coming to her face. The gentleman had penetrated her and she took him in just as casually. Whether his finger was into her lovely ass or all the way into her pussy no longer mattered. All that mattered was that Olga was penetrated, holding hands with another man, and having a nice time with the other couple. You smiled, feeling happy of how she was carrying herself, and genuinely proud of her. You were ready! Above all, I had told you, Amanda would be bringing Danielle shortly. Danielle would be blindfolded and she would not know what to expect. She had been told that a "very special guest" had been invited and that she would have to be on her best behavior. That was all she knew. And I had asked you in addition to all the other instructions I had given you, to please not say a word. I did not want her to hear a man's voice and suddenly get cold feet on me. You had agreed, more than thrilled at the opportunity to partake of one of my "parties". Just as expected, Amanda drove up with Danielle. They came into the foyer and Danielle was blindfolded. She stripped leaving the bare minimum on: her bra and matching panties and garter belt, stockings and a very nicely matched slip. As Danielle made her way into the room, your erection got rock hard: Danielle was the very woman you had always wanted, if not to be, at the very least, to have as your own. We held hands as I walked you over to her. You started to tease her, guiding her hands over your very own lingerie, being very careful not to let her hands stray to your sexuality. Danielle was loving every touch of you. And your hands were all over her muscular body, tweaking her nipples, reaching into her bra to further arouse them. But men being men, you really could not wait to start on the purpose of your vacation. Danielle's beautiful cock could be clearly seen and felt pushing in vain against her slip. You took a few steps back to look at her and smiled. How well you knew what was happening! As usual, I had cut a small slit at the bottom of her panties and had pulled her cock through it. The slit was cut in such a place at the base of her testicles so that her cock could not get up. Danielle, as you so well knew, was not allowed to get it up. And the slit was tight. The result was that Danielle's cock was always pointing down, unable to get up, and since the slit was very small and tight, unable to move in any direction. You smiled, happy to see her, ready to start! I led you close to her. Your hands gently caressed her legs, working their way up. As far as Danielle knew, you were "just another woman" having a good time with her this evening. You took a very deep breath. Time was rapidly approaching. Your hands worked their way up her slip and landed very gently on her cock. Danielle almost melted away in happiness, moaning and smiling. She tried to reach out and touch your sexuality but I moved her hands away. She tried then to touch herself alongside with you, and again I moved her hands away. She was all yours! You closed your eyes. You had seen so many pictures of her in panties that you knew EXACTLY how her cock looked from all directions. Now, with your eyes closed, your fingers were delicately touching, feeling, probing; confirming what your eyes had long known. Your fingers moved all over her cock. Gently, you tried to raise it a bit. The slit was too tight. Danielle was not allowed to get it up and it just made you happier. You felt her getting very wet, taking some of her wetness to your mouth to taste. Your inquiring glance led me to reassure you. Danielle wets a lot with pre-cum; it is almost a constant stream. Nothing to be concerned about, it is just another marvel of hers. Your fingers gently and smoothly pulled back her foreskin as far as it would go and then a bit more, lubricating them with her own pre-cum wetness to allow them to glide effortless over her glans. Your fingers felt the holes were she had her piercings, which I had removed for the occasion, leaving just a small pearl-topped stud for decorative purposes on the underside of her shaft. Danielle's beautiful cock over which you had masturbated so often admiring it in its skimpy, colorful, attractive panties was yours and all yours now, finally. All your years of cross-dressing, all the years of frequent and incessant masturbation in women's lingerie, all the times you had ejaculated into the women's panties and bras you wore could not have prepared you for the supreme beauty of this precious moment. It was all yours to savor. Gabriella, you were extremely aroused and it showed! A woman came over to you and asked you to kneel on the floor. Now with Danielle's cock at eye level, I took off her slip. Your body almost went into convulsions seeing that beautiful cock you had so long admired in pictures right before your very eyes! You were touching it and holding it and wanting to do everything and anything to it! The woman slipped off your panties, letting your own erection leap out. She started to caress it, watching you as you caressed Danielle's. And then the woman did something unexpected. While stroking you with one hand, she took your hand in her other hand, and guided you to Danielle's. You understood, without a word being spoken, what she wanted you to do. She would stroke you however she wanted. You would have to do exactly the same with Danielle! This woman was obviously an extremely experienced Dom. She knew just what to do with you to get you to the very brink of an orgasm, deny you it, and take you back down. Over and over again, she played with you taking you up and down. And you were learning to do the same thing, at the same time and pace to Danielle. If you had thought you knew how to masturbate before, now you were really learning. And you were a quick learner indeed! I was very proud of you and your behavior. Of course, I was not alone in being so proud of you. As you looked up and around, you saw that everyone was looking at you. Even Olga, who was straddling a gentleman lying on the floor had paused her up and down thrusts, laying her entire weight on him while he impaled her deeply, and was looking at you in admiration, smiling at how well you were doing. You smiled back at her. You were totally oblivious that your wife was fucking another man at that very moment, before your very eyes, in full view of a lot of other people. All you cared about was Danielle's cock in your hands, trapped in her panties, not allowed to get up. You smiled at Olga and she smiled again, encouraging you to continue. Another gentleman came over and placed his own cock near her face. She turned to suck him and resumed her thrusting on the gentleman on the floor. A woman started to fondle her breasts and by now you knew that Olga was gone. You had Danielle all to yourself, the other woman helping you out. This could not last too long. The woman smiled at you and nodded. Her hands departed from your cock. You looked up at me and I too smiled and nodded. You had my permission. Slowly, carefully, with no rush and a dedicated, focused mind, you set about to work on Danielle's beautiful cock as you best knew how. You had to prove yourself this evening. Stroking her just perfectly, your two hands moving at different pace and firmness, you moved them impeccably, tightly, just right. It happened. It just had to happen. You made it happen. Danielle entered a massive orgasm! Gabriella sweetheart! You did it just perfectly! Gabriella, you were superb! Danielle tried almost violently to hold back but you were too good for her. Your hands were just right and your mind was in the perfect frame! Danielle was having a massive orgasm, her entire body shaking and quivering powerfully! Intermittent, powerful shots of ejaculate splattered on the floor. Since Danielle is not allowed to get it up, the shots went down instead. You tried to pull her beautiful cock up, as you had seen me force her to do with her hands in the pictures I had posted for you, but this slit was too far down and too tight to allow any movement in any direction. And since the slit was too tight, it was impossible for her to have a complete orgasm. You knew that; you understood her misery and wanted to help. But I was too good for that, I had planned things so that you would not be able to relieve her. Danielle was never allowed to have a full orgasm. That way, she was always ready for another and another, all night, for my pleasure. But you had been too much for her. She collapsed on the floor. Tenderly, carefully, so very gently, you knelt over her. You took her still semi-hard beautiful cock in your mouth, gently lapping the sperm that remained. And while you were totally focused on Danielle's beautiful cock trapped in her panties, you felt hands roaming yours. You really did not care who did what to you. All you wanted was to nurse Danielle's back in your loving mouth. Your tenderness was soon shattered. Two women tossed you on your back and pinned you against the floor. Olga straddled your face. Her pussy was dripping. She shoved it against your mouth. You could feel globs of ejaculate dripping out of her pussy and into your mouth. You started to lap them up, taste them and swallow them. The marked difference in tastes led you to understand that while you had been pleasuring Danielle for your own enjoyment, Olga had fucked a few other men, they had poured their admiration for her deep into her pussy, and now it was you, her loving husband, who would have to clean her up. Your deepest fear all along had been Olga filled with other men's ejaculates, and now she was serving it to you by the ladle-full. You went at her with all your might, as best you knew how to, with all the love and devotion you have for your lovely wife. Licking and lapping Olga made her really happy, two women fondling her breasts. You could see that her nipples were hard and dark and raw: she must have really had them tormented while you were enjoying yourself with Danielle. Two or more hands went straight to your own cock while others were still roaming your body, rubbing your lingerie all over you. You tried to pump, to thrust; to do anything you could think of to ejaculate. The women were just plain experts and had you all over the place in desperate anxiety. You realized your legs were being raised up high and spread apart very wide. Another woman's finger slid deep up your very tight ass, pressing against your prostate in perfect synchrony and harmony. Even if you had wanted to climax now, there was no way you could have done so, such was the expertise these Doms had over you. All you could do was devour Olga and let the women do their thing on you. Olga started shaking and screaming. You were eating her and she was having yet another of her multiple orgasms that evening! The women looked at each other and nodded to one another. They gripped you expertly and pumped you ferociously. There was nothing you could do now. You were all theirs. There was no holding back now. It was useless. Gabriella sweetheart, how powerful your orgasm was! Streams of your ejaculated burst forth! Some hit the opposing walls! They just kept at it expertly, even the one fingering your ass and pressing your prostate and massaging your testicles firing away at all nerve endings. And you kept ejaculating again and again! When you were finished, exhausted and totally drained, you realized that Olga too was collapsing over you. Hoarsely she moaned in your ear, for all to hear, "Gabriella, you NEVER climax like this for ME!" We all joined her laughter. You had performed admirably. The time had come for you to go back to the hotel. You dressed slowly, almost with nostalgia, your feminine apparel ideally suiting your present mood. Tomorrow would be a new day and another party had been planned for the evening, with other people, in another location, with another "theme". You were very quiet. It was Olga who broke your silent train of thoughts, "Gabriella, I would like to get to know these gentlemen a little better. Would you mind if I spent the night with them and you go back to the hotel to recover?" You were too stunned and too exhausted to even realize that she was asking you a question. You saw that she had reached into the bowl and helped herself to a handful of condoms. Olga was obviously intent on having a night of active anal intercourse as well. You were too numb to understand what she was saying and doing. I had to jump into your marital conversation, "Olga dear, why don't you and your friends go to the hotel instead, and Gabriella can come over to my place and sleep with Danielle and me. Would that be OK with you?" Olga grabbed my hands, kissed me smack in the mouth, and happily thanked me for the idea, adding, "So we meet again tomorrow at 7 pm, right?" I laughed, "Yes, Olga, and don't worry. Gabriella will be in very good hands. I mean that literally and figuratively!" Everyone laughed with us. We were going to become very good friends, weren't we, after all, Gabriella darling? Conversation with Gabriella Ch. 02 Gabriel prefers to be called Gabriella at night and on weekends when her real preferences come to life. Olga is his wife. Daniel, virile, strong, and masculine, was forced to become Danielle. Danielle excused herself. She could not sleep with you and me that night since she had to catch the red eye flight to go home to her (sexually useless) wife. I was genuinely sorry: she would have really enjoyed being with you, and you would have needed her next to you at night. But family commitments come first, and we need to be understanding at times, no matter how unpleasant reality might be. She dressed for her flight back, kissed the women good night (thanking each of course for such a pleasant event), and Amanda led her to the foyer, where the blindfold was removed, and drove her to the airport. You and I drove home. You were quite nervous and it showed. In part, of course, you were thrilled that your lovely wife had gone out on a group date, the first time she was actually dating (that you knew of, at least) since you had been married. That gave you a sense of personal fulfillment and pride, knowing she was going to learn sexuality in a way you were physically incapable of sharing with her. You smiled when I asked you about it. Your lovely wife had been the most prudish woman one could imagine. In bed, she always wore a nightgown, lifting it up when intercourse was to be had. She hated being kissed "down there" and actually found it revolting to even contemplate kissing you "down there" either. When she went into the bathroom, even to pee, she closed and LOCKED the door! Needless to say, you never showered together. For her, sex was a matter of something done in the dark, covers on top; the sooner it was done, the better. And here she was tonight, active and wildly available to any and all takers! The other thing competing for your attention was the night ahead of you. It would be the first time you would be sleeping (openly, that is) with another woman, AS A WOMAN. Granted, I would try to make things easier on you, I would try to set you comfortable, but you would be like any woman on her first date. You were going to be judged by your performance and you knew I would be a very stern judge. You swallowed hard: you had prepared yourself for this moment for months and now your moment was arriving. We got home, went inside and promptly undressed to get ready for bed. Face and hand lotions to smooth our skins. Brushing our hair. Brushing our teeth and flossing perfectly. In short, all the things a woman does before heading to bed. Your eyes kept roaming my nudity as I moved about the bathroom. Your erection had returned and I could see that you were happy to be there, fully exposed, getting ready for the night. And when all was done, we went back into my bedroom. On the bed, I had laid out our respective apparel for the night. Each one of us would be donning intimate bedtime apparel of the finest satin: panties, soft nighttime bra, and negligee. You were practically leaping out of your skin! We kissed and fondled each other intensely. Just as your hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts in your hands, feeling my legs and thighs, rubbing all over, so did mine all over you, almost lamenting your absence of breasts, making it up with eager squeezing your nipples. Your hands went between my legs, and I parted them wide so that you might finger me as deeply as you wanted. And so did my hands play with your swollen testicles and erection, having the most marvelous time with you. You did not know what was arousing you more: being together in bed, or being together in bed with both in satin, you being immensely feminine! You rolled my on my back, spread my legs, and lay on top of me. Our bodies rubbed together deliciously as satin rubbed against satin. Your fingers felt my pussy, wet and open, and you started to try to penetrate me. I pushed you off gently, taking a firm hold of your erection in both my hands, nibbling you ear, and whispering, "Only my husband is allowed inside." If you were to be disappointed, I immediately showed you that there was a lot more to do! We played with each other, our hands doing the most exquisite things to one another. We ate one another. We kissed and you fingered me as much as you could. And when we were both ready, we lay on our sides, very close, facing one another, and masturbated together. What a lovely orgasm I had! Watching your face as you had yours, pouring your ejaculate into your panties, you were showing me just how much you appreciated being together, how you had so often masturbated in women's panties in preparation for this moment! We soon fell asleep, your now flaccid cock in my hand; your ejaculate filling the room with its aroma. As you started to fall asleep, tightly held in my arms, your face between my breasts, you started to understand the irresistible infatuation Danielle also had for me: unbridled passion and yet penetration denied. You too, sweet Gabriella, would in time fall for my spell. I would see to it that once you were in my claws, you would have no exit. We were awaken the following morning. It was Olga, your lovely wife, all chirpy and happy about the unforgettable evening she had last night, wanting to know if you slept well, and let you know that she would be "tied up all day." You chatted for a while and when you hung up, I had to explain that she meant that literally. We laughed at how naïve you had been, not realizing that she was now starting to learn all about bondage! Amanda came over and as soon as breakfast was done and cleaned after, we started a very busy day. It is the kind of day that all subs hate, but it must be done and it must be done right the first time. Basically, we needed to teach you self-control. A lovely sub like yourself cannot possible go around ejaculating left and right, at the slightest touch. We took turns stimulating your beautiful cock to the very verge of an orgasm, and taught you how to get it back down quickly. More than once I saw tears in your eyes as you tried so hard to control yourself. It did not matter: you had to learn. (Much later on in our relationship you will be taught how to ejaculate on demand. But there is ample time for that.) Then I had to determine your level of tolerance to pain. I know it is not important for a sub, but a Dom must know at all times her sub's pain level so that she can take the sub a notch higher if needed as part of training and discipline. There was no love, no affection, and no sympathy in this part of the morning. It was all business, all training and working on you. By late morning, you were totally exhausted. You were physically drained. And emotionally you had been so humiliated that you thought you had lost all self-esteem. You needed some rest. I sat down on the sofa, and gently had you lie on my lap. Opening my blouse and unsnapping my bra, I started to breastfeed you. You sucked on my nipple avidly. It felt so reassuring in your mouth! What you did not know, what you could not know, was that for me it was very exciting, too. Every first time is very arousing. A man breast fed for the first time does not know what to do, how to roll his Dom's nipple in his mouth, what to do with the rest of her breast, what to do with the other breast. And I just let the sub fumble along, uncertain and totally clueless what to do. It is so much fun! Amanda took advantage that you were so busily entertained and soothed by my breast to take care of your beautiful cock. She rubbed warm aloe oil all over it and deep into the skin, restoring its natural beauty and soothing the skin, raw from all the training. She took care that your glans was gently but completely covered in warm oil. Very gently, she poured a few drops of warm oil into your pee hole so that it too would be nice and smooth inside. And finally, she had you raise your legs and relax so that she could also oil your ass. After all, you were going to have a very busy evening later on! The afternoon was just as busy as the morning. You had to model an incredibly large assortment of intimate apparel. All sorts of colors and styles, all exactly your size, were laid out. One by one, you had to model it completely for us. As you put it on and walked around modeling, Amanda took pictures. She took hundreds of pictures of you in feminine lingerie. And yes, sweet Gabriella, all the pictures were full-body and including your face. Maybe they would be cropped later, before posting; maybe not. That was none of your business. All you had to do was model for us. Turn this way, turn that way; raise your legs, cup your breasts, hold your beautiful cock in both hands, bend over. And please, do not waste time between sets. You had to work extremely fast. After all, our plan for that night was that you would be a model at the party. You would be modeling lingerie, and the women present would comment on you and what you were wearing. And since you would be blindfolded, might as well start knowing what each piece looked like on you that afternoon. That evening, blindfolded and modeling, you recognized some of the women's voices as having been with us the night before. But a lot of the ones that were making the most comments were new voices. You tried to imagine what they looked like, how they were looking at you dressed as a woman, how you were looking to them. Amanda had a thin, metal pointer and you could feel its tip touching you here and there while she described the pieces you were wearing. Of course, at times she would lead you over to a woman who wanted to take a closer look. Or who just out of curiosity wanted to lower your panties just a bit to take a better look at the throbbing of your beautiful cock. Every now and then, a woman might even reach out, have you kneel and bend over, pull your face towards her, and make you lick her wetness. You really needed to be on your best behavior and I kept a watchful eye just to make sure. When the modeling portion was over, the women gave you a nice round of applause. True, you had much to learn still, but for your first time, you had been OK. The second part of the evening, the one subs dreaded because of the humiliation involved, was called FOR COMPARISON PURPOSES. Still blindfolded and in feminine apparel, you had to stand in the middle of the room. A woman would bring her sub next to you. Everyone was invited to compare your two cocks, freely and out loud so everyone could hear. Yes, there was a lot of laughter, too, and you had to expect it. Length was one criteria; girth, another. Texture and ridges, veins and skin, hardness and angle of erection were all commented upon. At least, Amanda had done an excellent job earlier that afternoon lubricating your skin so that it was smooth and pliable and delicious just to look at. Just as you were getting used to it, you heard the door open and lots of laughter. Loudest of all was Olga's. Your heart skipped a beat. During the hard work throughout the day and during your modeling lingerie all evening, you had almost forgotten she was out on a group date. And she was back! You felt so happy you almost wanted to rush over to hug and kiss her. But I held you back. Pretty girls, after all, must show modesty and self-control. Olga was going around the room, introducing herself to everyone, introducing her date as well. And you were standing in the middle of the room, dressed like a pretty girl, blindfolded, not knowing what to do. Discretely, I put your beautiful cock away, nicely tucked into your panties as best I could get it in without touching it too much, lest you explode all over everyone. Finally Olga came over to you. She kissed you on the cheek, just like a wife normally does to her husband. Casually she asked you if you had a nice day. You nodded. She was being so nonchalant about it all! "Just another day at the office," you thought to yourself. You wanted to ask her how HER day had been but you were scared. You knew what her answer was going to be. And you dreaded to hear it. Her laughter broke your train of thought. She was laughing as she told the women, "I want to introduce my date to my husband!" We all laughed at the precious irony of it all. With admiration, we saw Olga lower her date's trousers. The enormity of his cock drew a gasp from the crowd. She led him next to you. You could feel the tip of his cock press against your panties. You were terrified. It felt like a huge cock, the cock of a real man, the kind of man your wife really deserved. It was the huge cock you had denied your wife and the one that was pleasuring her so intently this weekend. You trembled with fear, humility, and sheer insecurity. Olga lowered your panties also, and let your beautiful cock spring out and up. You were hard and solid. Gently, she moved her date's body and yours so that you were aligned, front to front. Your two cocks were like swords, poised at an angle, touching one another. His, huge and powerful; yours, beautiful in its relative smallness. Cameras flashed to capture that perfect instant. Olga took both cocks in her hand. Hard, really hard, she held them together. Then the other hand made sure that the two shafts were touching along their entire lengths. In Olga's hands your two cocks were trapped together unable to move apart, cock tips pressing against each other's bodies. Olga laughed, "Girls, are we ready?" Everyone laughed, agreeing. Olga started to move her hands, her grip still fierce on your two cocks. You could not move apart, nor could you move in any direction. Olga was pumping your two cocks at the same time, trapped together. Her hands moved apart and slammed together again and again. She was doing what she wanted. It still is not clear, even watching very carefully the video of your performance that evening, who started to climax first, if it was you or Olga's date. In the spirit of friendship and fairness, it was decided that they had been simultaneous and therefore called it a tie. The fact is that soon both of you were ejaculating ceaselessly, her date splashing your panties with his; you splashing his pube with yours. And when both of you had finally finished spurting your very last drop, Olga scooped both ejaculates in her hands, brought them to her mouth, toasted to the health and happiness of all the women there, and gulped both ejaculates at once. The women broke into applause. You had never looked so pretty, Gabriella darling! You were standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by admiring friends, clad in the finest lingerie. It suited you so perfectly! You stood poised like the pretty girl you are, your legs quivering just like a woman's after a happy climax. Standing in front of you, Olga's tall, muscular date seemed like a prince approaching the delicate princess that you were. Your panties seemed almost to sag from the warm ejaculate he had just splashed upon them. Even though you were blindfolded, you could sense all eyes upon you. You blushed, so pretty and so delicate. You were wonderful, darling! Olga went off with her date and some of his friends for the rest of the night. You and I drove home alone later that night. When we got home, I sat on the bed and breastfed you. After all, you had performed admirably. You had made me proud. You had much to learn. But I could see that you were an eager student and a respectful sub. Gabriella, sweetie, you had come a long way. The long road ahead for you was swathed with promises of success and happiness. That was all that mattered. Conversation with Gabriella Ch. 03 Gabriel prefers to be called Gabriella at night and on weekends when her real preferences come to life. Olga is his wife. Daniel, virile, strong, and masculine, was forced to become Danielle. The following day, all day, was devoted to training you for the evening ahead. It would be the last evening together and we were going to a very nice party. Actually, it was a dinner party. "What will be served for dinner?" you had casually asked as you were being trained. "You, sweet Gabriella, you will be eaten for dinner." The reply made you spill a few droplets of ejaculate. Really, it was not much that came out, but as in all instances, premature ejaculations must be dealt with immediately and unequivocally lest the sub think that she can get away with it. The dinner party actually was a sequel to your session of modeling feminine lingerie the night before. All women and the few males that were allowed to voice their opinions had voted the various outfits you were modeling and how they made you look. The top five were selected. Basically, you would be made to parade around the room in one of them. Women might look at you; women might play with you; women might tease and/or torment you; women might force you down to savor their wetness. When the time was right, you would be spread out on the dinner table (legs and arms wide apart, of course, for easy access to your most private parts) and that course would be served on your body. Yes, Gabriella sweetheart, your body would be the dinner table upon which all women would serve themselves. You would feel their hands roaming over the lingerie covering your body as they took this and that to put on their plates. Additives would be under your apparel: salt and pepper packets would be tucked under your bra so that a woman would reach in for them, fondling your nipples in the process. Serving utensils, metal and always chilled after every use, would be tucked into your panties for easy access. Or perhaps a woman might ask you to raise your legs so that she could have you hold her glass of wine between your knees while she served herself a little something to nibble on. In short, Gabriella sweetheart, you would be the meal. The most interesting variation to this entire meal was your attire. Each matching set of intimate apparel was selected because of color, cut, and shape to meet a specific theme: BRIGHT, LIVELY COLORS; LOW CUT:Appetizers BOLD, DEEP COLORS; FULL BODY:Main courses EARTHY TONES; NO-NONSENSE STYLE:Side dishes FLOWERY PATTERNS; LOOSE-FITTING:Salads And then would come my favorite of all: seeing you in very tight, skimpy lingerie that clung to your body, revealing nothing yet baring all in plain view, in festive colors:DESSERT Yes, Gabriella sweetheart, you would be the dessert table. By now, your erection would be freed and out in the open, rising nicely into the air, throbbing incessantly. It would be the ideal location to cover with thick whipped cream in which to dip berries, orange slices, and other fruits before savoring. Or even a woman might want to smother a banana in the whipped cream covering your beautiful erection, comparing the two, and then having to make the hard choice of which would better pleasure her in penetration, either the banana or your beautiful cock. That would be the opening for the final moment of triumph. Each woman would get to ride you one or two thrusts. Sitting upon you, one by one would carefully guide your beautiful cock into her pussy. When it was just perfectly in position, she would lower herself (slowly or quickly, her choice) up and down one or two times, moving off, and making room for the next. Thus, each woman could claim that she had fucked you, Gabriella sweetheart. "The final ride?" you asked at the very end of the party. That, Gabriella sweetheart, that last ride, the one that lasts forever, belonged by all rights to Olga, your lovely wife. And as she rode you with reckless abandon, all hands were upon her body sitting atop you and upon your own body, flat on the dinner table, clothed in perfect femininity. That, Gabriella sweetheart, was to be the first of many glamorous climaxes you were to have over the coming months of friendship with us, dressed and serving as the perfect woman, starting with Olga, your lovely wife, as she set you out on your own to a new and marvelous life. Conversation with Gabriella Ch. 04 Gabriella, a delicious cross-dresser, finally succumbs to my desires; her wife is set free among other men. And since I had already caught Gabriella flirting with my true love, Amanda, I made it a point to leave her out for the time being. Let her stew and see what she missed for being indiscrete. This is a fantasy, only a dream and a fantasy. Needles are EXTREMELY DANGEROUS, and in NO WAY does this story encourage their use for sexual arousal and/or gratification. Your very attractive wife and you were strangely quiet on your return trip, each lost in thought. The dinner party the last day had left your small lovely cock with a tingling sensation, almost as if it had a will of its own, trying to get hard all by itself, for no apparent reason. Your testicles were so sore and so swollen from all the slapping around that I had even given you an inflatable ring that you could sit on for the next few days to keep them out of the way. Your wife had a distant, beautiful smile upon her face. Her nipples were still very raw and too tender to the touch, so much so that even her bra bothered her, so she had stopped to get some soft cotton pads to shield her nipples from any further contact. Her nice pussy and ass were still wildly dilated, her pussy still aching a bit, her ass still with that lovely after-glow, making her squirm every so often in her seat. It had been your attractive wife's insistence that the two of you spend a long weekend with me, and she had every reason to be highly pleased with the results. She had been reading our correspondence and at some point suggested you come visit. At first you were concerned that she had gotten a hold of your password and had entered your realm of sexual fantasy. But she was open about it, accepting your need for further stimulation, and started to talk with you very frankly and nicely about it. When she first mentioned her desire to come down, you started producing excuses, each more lame than the first. You indicated you had work to do. When that failed, you reminded her of social commitments she and you had made, which she promptly shrugged off. You weakly mentioned something or other about the cost, which she laughed off, reminding you that was why you worked so hard, to save for quality vacations. But in all fairness, the real reason for your reticence came through loud and clear when you and I would talk. You were very apprehensive about what I was going to do to and with you, and you were seriously concerned that your inability to perform sexually would in some way alter the driving force behind your training. In the end, as is always the case, your attractive wife prevailed and you had no choice but to accept my invitation that the two of you spend three days with me. She was so happy you had finally succumbed to her wishes that she even stopped taking her birth control pills in eager anticipation that "something just might happen, something really special, something truly meaningful." The days preceding the trip had your lovely wife in frenzy. She had her hair re-done, had a complete pedicure and manicure, had her legs and armpits waxed and her pubic hair trimmed just right. She fretted back and forth selecting the clothes that would enhance her natural curves, making her even more appealing than she normally is, picking out items that would not be too revealing because every woman knows that hidden mysteries make her even more desirable. She also packed a very small, overnight bag explaining as she put it smiling prettily, "Just in case I spend the night outdoors." For you, she packed only a toothbrush and a pair of comfortable walking shoes. She knew that you really would not need anything else. After all you were going to be stark naked at all times, and if it was chilly you and I were to take a leisurely stroll on the farm, I could lend you a nice wool scarf to wrap around your neck and shoulders. Anything else you might need, you and I could always head into my closet and improvise. And she also did not bother packing your pajamas. After all, she already knew that at night you would be securely strapped eagle-spread on the bed. She did however pick up mid-week a couple slender catheters so that I could insert them deep into your pee hole so that you would not be waking me up in the middle of the night to go pee. When you arrived, you were trembling. Your moment of truth had arrived. There was no turning back. You quickly scanned the friends already there, awaiting your arrival. Amanda was noticeably absent. I had already told you and repeated that I did not want Amanda there. Since that would be your first [of many] visit, it might be best if we did not ask Amanda to join us so that you don't develop any confused feelings of affection to divert the attention from your obedience training. You had really hoped I was bluffing, but you realized there was no bluff. Amanda was pointedly not invited. Your wife immediately took to the other guests. There was a variety of men and a few women. They women were much younger than your wife, hovering over her, eager to learn from a more experienced and mature woman like your wife, so attractively clad and coiffed. The men had all been told that it had been decades, if ever, since your wife had been properly pleasured and instructed that they should go on her with unbridled eagerness, no-holds barred from the outset. There was a secluded area on my farm by the river where they could go off and let their imaginations roam wild all over her. With our Southern hospitality she would be made to feel right at home, even better than at home since she could really be pleasured properly. They were all ready to go as soon as I packed their picnic lunches and camera for them. I even took out a large box of condoms, but your wife managed to catch my eye and steal a no-no glance, so I put them back on the shelf. You and I waved at them as they all walked happily away, laughing, arms in arms, hands already starting to roam freely over her. You had expected to be stripped naked and abused physically and emotionally from the start. But I really needed to do some last minute shopping so we went off together. The first stop was a lingerie boutique. With all the preparations for your visit, it was simply something that had not been done. You squirmed about sheepishly as you helped me select exactly what I was going to model for you during our three days together. Black lace, matching panties and bra would be nice for the first moments. Then we picked out together some livelier patterns and bolder colors for the following days. And once you had paid for that, we went to another shop so that you could help me select a three pairs of shoes. Invariably, all three had very high, pointed heels and extremely hard, pointed tips. After all, you knew that those tips and heels would be working their ways on you. A light lunch completed our shopping spree and got you ready for the first of your three days with me. When we returned home you quickly undressed completely. Wearing only the black-lace intimate apparel we had picked out together, I started on your almost immediately. Injecting saline solution into your scrotum swelled up your testicles just right. I started to slap them around hard, bang them, and kick them to determine your level of tolerance to intense pain. Once I had determined that, I would take a slight break so that I could rest, drink lots of water, and pee into your mouth, then download the pictures from the camera and free up space on the memory card. I would then resume where I had left off, constantly seeking to increase your level of endurance to intense pain, your willingness to take additional physical and emotional humiliation. (After all, since you have so stubbornly and adamantly refused to pose totally naked for me all these weeks, no matter how many times I have ordered you to, I had no choice but to take my own set for my own viewing pleasure.) And yet, somehow you felt supremely psychologically at ease. Since I know that your small cock cannot service any woman properly, you also know that I have no preconceived notions, no expectations whatsoever about your sexual prowess's, so you had no fear of failure. It simply could not happen. All I needed was to push you to the limit and just beyond, to explore and exploit your fears and inhibitions, and to discover new ones for my pleasure. Throughout the next two days your wife and friends would come and go as they pleased, sometimes stopping just enough to see your progress, other times just for nourishment or additional items they needed. It was evident that being outdoors, with all the fresh air, nature and scenery, and exercise was doing wonders for them all. With all her copulation and bisexuality, your wife was glowing; her face was radiant, her eyes were positively sparkling. You admired her how pretty she looked, so happy and totally relaxed, feeling very good about her body, her femininity and her sexuality. Even sleeping outdoors in the cabin with the friends made her feel in touch with her nature. She was not really a new woman: she was her usual self once again after decades of sexual neglect. She was happy and you were even happier for her. I had already prepared a set of rewards for excellent responses to your training, and severe punishments for insubordination. I worked very hard on your testicles and on peeing frequently and abundantly into your very thirsty mouth. Needless to say, I was completely ignoring your very small cock. It was simply not interesting. As a matter of fact, I did not touch it at all and forbade you sternly against masturbating. Yes, to be honest, you did have quite a few premature and quite useless ejaculations, and those were immediately and severely punished. But just to make sure your small cock just might be ready just in case I might need it at some point, I did make it a point to slip into your mouth a pill for erectile dysfunction, forcing you to swallow it with my pee. You were constantly as hard and as erect as a man with such a small cock can reasonably be expected to be. Your crowning moment came on the third and final day. You thought your testicles would not be able to take much more. Slapping them around hard, banging them, injecting them to get them ever bigger, and kicking them with the pointed shoes all had their desired effect on them. It was so enjoyable for me! Your chest was red from all the fun I had with your very masculine nipples, awakening them to new sensations. I strapped you spread-eagle, standing straight against the wall. A strap around your waist made sure you would not be able to move at the last minute. The only thing that mattered now was your cock, so small and so lovely, bravely rising up after three days and nights of pills and arousal. I placed the camera on a tripod, focusing on your very small cock, displaying it in living color on the TV on the wall in front of you. I reached out for a book "ACUPUNCTURE FOR PLEASURE", a new and deluxe edition whose title barely hinted at its contents. I had placed a bookmark exactly where I wanted to start so that I would not waste valuable minutes searching for that specific page. The book came complete with a dozen sterile, ultra-thin needles, and illustrated instructions on their use. You boldly struggled to free yourself from the bonds that held your muscular arms and powerful legs in check. It was in vain. I was relieved. Having you exactly how and where I wanted you, I took the first needle. You started to pee standing out of fear of what you knew with certainty was about to happen. All you did not know was what it would feel like. The first needle went in. At first I was really sort of nervous and unsure about how to go about inserting it into your small cock. But in it went, and before you knew it, it was all the way in, save for the last few fractions of an inch. The book told me exactly where to put it and at what angle to force it in. The second and third needles went in, and by the fourth, I was really getting quite good at it. You were staring in disbelief at the TV in front of you, seeing how deeply each needle went in, and somehow marveling how good you were starting to feel. But your staring at the TV would be interrupted constantly: after all, you had been trained to stare right into my eyes, no matter how painful I was tormenting your testicles, and your small cock would not be an exception. Soon, eleven of the twelve needles were in their proper place. It was at that moment that your wife and friends returned after a long morning of vigorous exercise and robust copulation outdoors in fresh air. One of the girls remarked as she stared at you, "He looks like such a lovely, cuddly porcupine!" Everyone laughed at the very accurate description of your small cock. Except that your wife, looking positively beautiful, stepped up close, took a long look at you, and remarked, "Nay. I would say more like a powerful cactus!" Now everyone laughed with her. She always knows exactly what to say, always finding just the right words! I smiled at her and interrupted my acupuncture to kiss her lightly and straighten a strand of her covering her sparkling eyes. Your wife smiled back in genuine appreciation, spontaneously adding, "I wonder what it would be like to fuck a cactus?" Now everyone was laughing. Your lovely wife had really bonded well with the men and women alike, true friendship and a touch of affection joining them now. Tears were streaming down your cheeks. You felt proud of your wife and happy with your three days of physical and psychological torment with me. But above all, you felt unparallel pride in that your wife had compared you to a phallic symbol as tall, wide, and massive as a cactus! She understood and blew you a kiss as they all went out for the afternoon. Now I had you all to myself again. Only one more needle remained. The book explained exactly what to do and how to do it. As you stared at the TV in absolute admiration, you could see how carefully and attentively I was following the instructions in the book. I pulled your skin all the way back. The book said very clearly to "then pull it even further back, as far back as it can go and then pull it back slowly even a bit more. The skin is very elastic and can yield even more than normally expected." The book was correct. I had never ever pulled back the skin so far back, I thought it might rip, but no, it did go back even further. The book said, "hold it in place and let the male feel fretful." I did, and sure enough, you were getting sweaty and very nervous that your skin might just rip apart and peel your small cock open like a banana since it was my first time trying that, on you or on anyone else for that matter. Then the book continued, indicating to find a certain, specific and tiny spot, at the topside of your small cock, right at the very base of the glans to the immediate right of the smaller, throbbing blood vessel. I looked very carefully and very closely just as you were watching on the TV in front. I really made a concentrated effort to stare exactly, to scrutinize the glans of your peeled-open cock. I found it! The last needle went in. Slowly. Very slowly and by now very self-confident of my newly acquired skill, I inserted that ultra-thin sterile needle into the base of your glans. The book said to "insert it so that just half an inch protruded, even if that means (in case the male has an abnormally small penis) that most of the needle is inside and emerges out the other side. Once in place, let the male become accustomed to its presence." I followed the instructions exactly. On the following page, the book presented a marvelous discovery for me. "Very slowly and very gently, start twirling the needle in place. Make certain the needle does not move from side to side or up and down. Simply twirl it." As I did what the book said I was staring at you. I had the certainty you were going to heaven, if not already there. As you described it to me later in the week when we spoke, you said, "It felt like a million tiny, lubricated fingers sliding effortlessly over and inside my cock, a million tiny fingers glossing over my cock inside and outside, a million tiny fingers willing me to climax." But the book was also clear that "the correct placement of the other eleven needles would prevent an actual climax from occurring. Continue the slow and even twirling of the twelfth needle as long as desired." Which of course I did A glance at the clock told me that soon all good things must come to an end. Just as the book said, I started to pull out very gently the first eleven needles, one by one. You felt a mixture of relief that they were coming out and nostalgia that they were leaving your small cock. Only the last one remained. Just as the book said, I resume twirling it slowly and very evenly. At this point, it is best if I just simply let you talk about it, quoting you exactly as you reported it to me so respectfully (as you have been trained to address me) later that week when we spoke, "Mistress Stacey Lynne, Fantasy Of My Dreams And Owner Of All My Orgasms, a most marvelous orgasm ensued. It was absolutely the LONGEST orgasm I have ever had, going on and on seemingly forever, IN SLOW MOTION, on and on, IN VERY, VERY SLOW MOTION." When I thought you were finished (there was no way of really knowing, since your small cock was still having contractions and convulsions long after the last drop of a huge ejaculation had come out of that tiny pee hole of yours), I undid the straps and you fell to the floor, legs weak and wobbly, arms limpid, eyes gaping, mouth so parched I had to pee right into you, out of fear you would dehydrate. Your wife and friends returned later that afternoon. She was kind enough to help me get you dressed up for the first time in three days. The girls helped your wife pack her things, promising "to keep in touch and let's do this again soon, it was so much fun!" Two strong men helped you to your car, letting you into the passenger side. It was obvious you would be in no condition to drive for a few days, so your wife took the wheel. In a moment of genuine affection I offered her the book ACUPUNCTURE FOR PLEASURE. She politely demurred, smiling prettily and almost whispering, "He is all yours now. It is best if you keep it. It will keep him coming to you." It was the truest expression of tender, feminine love, words that only two women can understand what they mean. I was touched by her unbounded kindness. I smiled but could not find the words to reciprocate the erotic love she had just uttered. She simply nodded that she understood. She was silent as we all kissed her good-by. For her, it had been a long weekend of self-discovery, of unending copulation and bisexuality, of incessant anal and vaginal intercourse, and of abundant oral sex. For me, it had been a wonderful experience of testing the limits of your endurance. Simply put, you had no limits. I could do whatever I wanted to and with you. And in time I would. For Amanda, it was a week of eager anticipation. She finally was allowed to view the pictures and videos even before I posted them all on the Internet for everyone to admire, and heard your voice as I forced you to talk about it over the phone. For our friends, it was three days of finding the joys and pleasures of being with your wife outdoors. And for you, you ask? That, sweetie, does not really matter at all.