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Mrs. TownsendIt is our anniversary and I sit naked on our bed. When I awokethis morning I was told to shower and to shave every inch of my body, torub lotion and powder on myself so that every inch of me was soft andcaressable. I have done as I was told; I am very obedient. By now thecherry red polish on my toes and my fingers are dry and shiny. My lips areglossed the same color. My eyebrows are plucked and shaped, my lashescurled, my face powdered, my cheeks blushed, my shoulder-length haircombed. I am so excited I want to touch myself, to give myself somerelief, but I dare not. I hear the car enter the driveway, the engine die,the door slam. It seems like hours before I hear the house door open andclose, then the footsteps on the stairs. I look in anticipation at thedoor as my lover enters behind an armful of packages.The packages are dropped on the bench at the foot of our bed,forming a ziggurat leading to my lover’s face. This is only fitting, forshe is the goddess whom I worship. Her eyes sparkle and a broad smileparts her lips, glossed a deeper red than mine. Her eyes peruse me as shestraightens up, obviously pleased with what she sees. She is wearing anavy blue pantsuit, a white shell, and navy blue pumps with two-inchstacked heels. A single strand gold necklace, a gold-band wristwatch, andsmall gold stud earrings complete her outfit.She starts with the middle box. It contains a thong-and-bra set inlilac. I lay on my back with my feet in the air as she slides the pantiesup my legs as far as they will go. I stand and she pulls them over myhips, making sure of their fit in the crotch. She now holds up the bra..I step into it, resisting the urge to kiss her thou our lips are onlyinches apart. She steps behind me to fasten the bra. She opens the nextsmaller box. It is a pair of seamed stockings, in lilac, and a garterbelt, lilac flowers on a lilac background. She places the belt over thethong, closing it in the small of my back. I recline on the bed again withone leg in the air. She carefully rolls a stocking down to mid-thigh,making certain the seam is straight. Satisfied, she releases my leg as Iraise the other; she repeats the process. She steps back as I stand sothat she can adjust and fasten the straps of the garter belt. She issquatting before me and the fragrance of my perfumed skin conquers her.She buries her face in my crotch, pushing me back on the bed. My thongbecomes darkened as her lip gloss covers it, until she finally pulls thecrotch aside and licks me to orgasm. She continues to lick me until Iorgasm again, then licks my juices until I am clean again. Placing thethong in place, she trails kisses down the inside of my thighs from crotchto the top of my stockings.”See what you made me do?” She mockingly accuses me. I am leaningback on my elbows, looking at her. She was now kneeling between my spreadlegs, her hair mussed, her lips a smear, her makeup smudged. I merelysmile. “You’ll make this up to me later,” she threatens, standing. Shewalks to the packages again, opens another one, and removes a full slip,also in lilac. I stand and raise my arms as she slips it over my head. Itreaches just below my knees, with the bottom two inches being lace. Thetop of the bodice is lace, and there are lace bordered side ventsthree-inch deep on each side. She guides me to our floor-length chevalmirror so that I can see myself. Instead I look at her looking at me, herface a mixture of lust and pride, longing and accomplishment.She returns to the boxes. She takes out a bateau-necked shell, inlilac. As I put it on, she opens the largest box. It is a traveling suit,burgundy. The full skirt reaches to mid-calf. The shoes came next, a pairof burgundy-and-white wing-tip pumps with three-inch heels. I sit to puton the shoes but she insists on doing it. She kneels before me, graspingfirmly my ankle as she shoes each foot. Her hand travels up the seams tothe back of my knees and I lay back, awaiting her pleasure. She moves herhands along the top of my thighs, pushing the skirt higher. At the top ofmy stockings she stops. I hear her breathing, then feel my skirt beingpulled down. I look up to see her standing, looking at me. “In due time,”she murmurs, “in due time.”She returns to the packages. From the second largest she pulls ahandbag, burgundy, and hands it to me. Inside is a clutch with creditcards and identification for me as Joan and a make-up kit. Now only thesmallest box remained. She hands it to me. I slowly unwrap it, carefulnot to tear the wrapping. It is a jewelry case. I open it, revealing apair of pearl stud earrings and a single-strand pearl necklace. As I putthem on, she combs her hair and fixes her make-up. She looks at me in themirror, “We have a long drive ahead.” I put on my jacket, grab my handbagand sashay downstairs to the car. She follows me, locking up the house.Turning, she is surprised to find me waiting by the passenger-side door.She comes over and opens it. “Milady,” she intones, bowing slightly. Isit down, swinging my legs in ladylike. As she gets behind the wheel andstarts the car, she turns to me and says, “Just you wait, my pretty,” andpulls out of the driveway.The road she chooses is a familiar one. This is the one we took onour first weekend together. A now paved centuries-old wagon road, itfollows one of our state’s rivers. A freight train of a seemingly endlessline of cars slowly snakes its way along the opposite bank of the river. Isit with my legs crossed, right over left, reclined. She places her handon my right knee, sliding it down by shin til she reaches the hem of myskirt, then caresses my leg to the top of my stocking. She traces circleson my bare skin, acting nonchalant as she keeps her eyes on the road. Imimic her, keeping my gaze out the window, wondering if the train will everend. Her fingers trail down to the crack between my crossed legs. I raisemy right leg, giving her access. As she fingers the skin of my left leg, Ilower my right leg, trapping her hand. The car swerves as she has to useall her strength to pull her hand free. It takes both her hands to regaincontrol of the car. I turn my head away to hide my smile, suppressing agiggle. She grabs a handful of my skirt, making sure to grab a garterstrap. She pulls and lets it go, the snap causing a sharp pain. Now it isshe who is smiling–no, smirking.We drive for over three hours, longer than our usual daytrips.Finally, she pulls into the driveway of a former estate and we drive forfive minutes through woods without any sign of buildings or people. As weround a curve, the old manor house appears, a large four-story edifice ofgranite and tall windows and chimneys at each end an two in the middle.She pulls into a stall for visitors. “We’re here,” she informs me, gettingout of the car. She exits the car and comes to my side, opening the doorfor me and extending her hand. I swing my legs to the ground, take herhand, and stand. She closes the door behind me. She offers me her arm,and I take it. Together we stroll into the building. At the registrationdesk, she gives her name. For all of its nineteenth-century ambiance, thisestablishment is a paragon of high-tech efficiency. Behind the high oakcounter computer monitors flash their messages as banks of TV monitorscover every inch of the grounds. The desk clerk asks for her car keys, andto my surprise, she surrenders them without a word. A look from the clerkand a valet materializes and escorts us to a booth in the dining area. Ithas a view of the grounds in front of the building: a flat, manicured parksome three hundred yards deep. Ours is the only car in the visitors’section. The only people I see are workmen tending the grounds and valets.The valets all wear the same uniform: a long-sleeved dress shirt, necktie,a tight-fitting vest, pants. I notice the colors are different. The pantsare all black, but the shirts could be either white, lavender, taupe, orblack. The ties match the vests in color, but are either stripes, dots,paisley or print. And the vests are either red, gold, tan or gray. Ourvalet returns with coffee and crab meat salad, one of my favorites. He iswearing a white shirt, a gray tie with white stripes, and a gray vest.Looking around the dining room I notice all the valets wear white shirts,striped ties, gray vests. Only their ties are different. As I look aroundthe room I saw a thirty-something woman wearing a black column skirt, awhite blouse, a gray vest, a black-and-white pearl earrings and necklaceset, and stiletto-heeled black pumps enter, carrying a clipboard. She madedirectly for us.”I hope madam finds everything satisfactory,” the woman inquires ofupon arriving at our booth.My mate looks at me inquisitively. I answer by stuffing my mouthwith crab. She smiles at the woman. “Everything is satisfactory.””May I sit down?” she asks, more a statement of her intention thana request. Almost imperceptibly she snaps her fingers and our valetreappears. The woman looks at him, then at a chair at the nearest tablethen proceeds to sit in the empty space outside our booth. The valetswiftly moves a chair beneath her. The woman sits without looking to seeif the chair was in place. “I am Iris, lane mistress for Stepford Lane,”she informs my mate, looking only at her. “I am sorry to interrupt yourmeal. I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know I am available atyour convenience. When you are ready, please have the desk contact me andI will escort esenler escort you to your cottage.” Standing, Iris extended her hand to mymate. After they shook hands, barely touching palms, Iris looked at me,then back at her. “Your companion is truly beautiful,” she stated, thenturned on her heels and strode out of the dining room. The chair in whichshe sat was already back at its table. I look outside; our car is gone.As we finish our lunch, she explains to me what the Estate is. Forour anniversary she has booked a stay for a week, in which I will betreated as a woman of leisure on vacation at a spa. Well, we’ll both betreated as women of leisure, but this vacation is really for me. I am tobe known as Mrs. Townsend and she is to be Mrs. Randall. She has plannedactivities for me for each day in keeping with my status, while leavingenough time for me to pursue any other activity I might like. Finished, westroll toward the foyer only to be met by the valet, who escorts us to awindow bench while he informs the concierge to contact Iris. As we lookout the floor-to-ceiling windows, we watched a valet drive up in a motorsurrey, with fringe on the top. Just as my mate and I marveled at thismodern version of a nineteenth-century carriage, Iris appeared behind us.Again, she addressed only my mate. “Your cottage is ready. If you wouldplease come with me, we’ll see if everything is satisfactory to you.” Sosaying, Iris turned on her heels and strode toward the door. Like minionsfollowing their mistress, we followed her outside and into the surrey.The valet drives pass the park, where a narrow drive leads towardthe river. About every two hundred feet is a cottage, complete with picketfence, set away from the drive. Iris reviewed the conditions of our staywith my mate. My mate has selected a week’s vacation for the two of us atthe Estate. We are to have a cottage to ourselves. There was no usage ofprivate vehicles at the Estate. If we want to participate in any Estateactivities, we had only to call and a valet would pick us up, take us tothe event, and return us to the cottage. Otherwise, our privacy wasrespected. We were not to intrude on the other guests, nor were they tointrude on us. Meals could be served at the dining room at the manorhouse, or could be sent to us. There were other services which my mate hadrequested which would be furnished at the appropriate time. The nature ofthese services was not revealed to me. After passing about five or six ofthe cottages, the valet turns into the driveway of one of the cottages withflagstone walks and driveway.The valet scurries to the door of the surrey, opens it and extendshis hand to Iris, then does the same for us. Iris leads the way up theflagstone walk, followed by my mate, holding my hand, trailed by the valet.At the front door, the valet again hurries to open it. Iris enters first.My mate lets me enter before her. The inside of the cottage is quaint.The door from the drive opens into a small kitchen. Next to the kitchen,filling half the cottage, is the living room. On the far side of theliving room are two bedrooms separated by a bath. As we stand in theliving room, I am not aware of there being two bedrooms. The entirecottage was furnished circa the 1950s, with pleated skirts on the couch,loveseat and chair, lace curtains, and other period furniture, including alounger with a roll arm at one end. I swirl as I look around me, my skirtflying out and up. When I look at her she is beaming, happy that I am sopleased by her surprise. She comes to me, places her hands at the sides ofmy face and kisses me. The kiss is broken only by the sound of Irisclearing her throat. In our revelry we forgot about her and the valet.”I’m glad the accommodations please you,” she smiles. “If you needanything, please ring me.” So saying she turned to leave, the valet againplaying lackey and rushing to open the door.As the door closes I again look around the room, unable to believewhat I see. When my eyes come back to her, she is sitting–no, lounging-onthe lounger, her head resting on the roll arm. She places one foot on thefloor and the other along the back of the lounger. The invitation isunmistakable, without my seeing the come-hither look in her eyes. I go toher, dropping to my knees at her foot. Without further invitation orinstruction, I began kissing her leg, starting at the knee, and raising herskirt as I kiss my way to her crotch. Her aroma signals her arousal beforemy lips feel the wetness of her panties. I trace the edges of her pantieswith my tongue as I caress her lower leg. Teasing, I try to place mytongue inside her panties without removing them, then continue to trace theoutline of the panties to her raised leg, which I kiss from crotch to knee.I start to retrace my kisses when she grabs me by the back of the hair,pulls the crotch of her panties aside and mashes my face into herwomanhood. I know that she wants to come at just this moment-no foreplay,no romance, just satiation. I tongue around the base of her clit in acontinuous circle. Her legs tense with her orgasm as she pushes her hipsinto my face, pressing my face into her crotch. I rub my face from thighto thigh, knowing her clit is too sensitive for even the soft touch of mytongue, but also knowing that she needs continued contact and movementagainst her pussy when she is in the throes of orgasm.She runs her fingers through my hair as her orgasm subsides.Placing them at the side of my face, she pulls me up and kisses me,enjoying the taste of herself on my lips. Breaking the kiss she looks mein the eyes and then kisses my cheeks. Pushing me away she stands, takesmy hand and leads us into her bedroom. We quickly undress, she removingeverything, me leaving on my bra, garter belt and stockings. She sits onthe bed, her legs over the edge, waiting. I drop to my knees again,knowing that I will be spending most of the afternoon worshipping her sex.She has her second orgasm as I wash her pussy with broad licks of my tonguefrom her ass to her clit. Her third orgasm comes with her legs across myshoulders as I tongue her perineum and kiss the bottom globes of her ass.The fourth comes as I wallow in the folds of her pussy. And after eachorgasm, she pulls me up to kiss me, to share her aroma and her taste on mylips and tongue and cheeks.Now she needs penetration. She breaks the last kiss and pulls meon top of her, leaning back on the bed, raising her legs until her kneesare even with her breasts, but splayed, opening up the lips of her pussy.I enter her without guidance, my path eased by her juices. As my hips meethers she contracts her vagina, locking me into her. I lay upon her, notmoving, letting her body guide me. She wraps her legs around me, pulls mylips to hers, slipping her arms under mine to hug my shoulders. Runningher tongue inside my mouth, she milks me with her cunt. I come quickly,having spent hours pleasuring her without relief. She continues squeezingme until I become hard again. She now nudges me in the small of my backwith her heels, and I start to pump her. The rhythm is slow, with lots ofgrinding against her pussy. This is for her, not me. After many minutesshe comes for the fifth time. I remain still, deep inside her, until herorgasm subsides. In her afterglow, I pump myself to my orgasm.She hugs me to her as I grow soft. With a shift of her body I amout of her. She guides my mouth to her breasts. The nipples are hard, theaureoles flush. I take one into my mouth and suck hard, knowing that shecan have another orgasm just by nursing me. It takes several minutes, butit comes, not as intense as when I ate her. I stop sucking and lick aroundthe breast until she subsides. I repeat this with her other breast. It isnow evening. We have been making love for hours and I have one lastservice to perform. I drop to my knees again and began cleaning themixture of our secretions from between her legs. I do not touch herclitoris, for it is too sensitive, and this service is not to give heranother orgasm. She lazily runs her fingers through my hair as I lick.Whatever our intentions, I cannot lick her pussy without her coming andjust as I nearly finish she raises her legs, presses my face to her, wrapsher legs around my head, and comes again.Chapter 2The next day I rise first and fix our breakfast. She tells meabout my schedule. There is a morning class in deportment. She does notthink I really need it, but there are some things about being a woman Ihave not perfected. Since we’re here, why not take advantage of the class.The surrey arrives at 9:40 a.m. There are about five other transvestitesin the surrey when it reaches us. The ride to manor takes about fifteenminutes, and the surrey picks up another four. I try not to look at theother women, but I do. Five of them are passable as women, one could usesome work, and the other three would always be men in drag. I am veryhappy that I am the prettiest one. The class begins promptly at 10:00 a.m.Punctuality is one of the standards of The Estate. The class is conductedby a Mistress Ivana. She speaks in that clipped English accent affected byEuropean ex-patriots living in the British Isles. I am unsure whether ornot she is a real woman. She is quite taken with me, however, and uses meto model and demonstrate the various techniques and mannerisms of a truewoman. The others are advised to walk like me, talk like bahçeşehir escort me, sit like me,cross their legs like me, remove items from their purses like me, be likeme. When the class ends, I feel like the Queen of England, no punintended.After the class, we spend the next half hour in the restaurant,practicing what we have just learned. Trying to be magnanimous–after allI am the queen–I try to help the three least passable ones to act likewomen without being camp. One of them resents this, as does two of thepassables. At 11:30, Mistress Ivana ushers us into the surrey for thereturn to our cottages. She pulls me aside and compliments me on my lookand my deportment. She hopes my stay is pleasant and that I would bereturning for other weekends. I thank her, believing that this is justpublic relations on the part of staff. At my cottage, Mistress Ivana walksme to the cottage door, which she had not done with the others. She handsme her card and solemnly intones: “If you are not pleased with all thearrangements by the time your stay ends, please call me before you leave.”I am somewhat confused by this statement, but keep the card. MistressIvana then exchanges air kisses with me and returns to the surrey.Mrs. Randall has prepared lunch. This is very unusual. Since Ibegan living as a woman, meal preparation has been one of my duties. Shesays that she has all the experienced with female drudgery to last alifetime, but I need both the experience, and to make up for all thoseyears being served by the women in my life. I haven’t been served by thewomen in my life, not that there had been that many, but I enjoy mealpreparation. The meal is simple: fruit salad, seafood salad, crackers,iced tea. I wonder if she even prepared it.During lunch she asks about the class. I tell her everything, myelation various obvious in my expressions and mannerisms. She is veryhappy that I am happy. She explains that the surrey will pick me up at twop.m. I am to go swimming at the pool. In the meantime, she would like tocum again. We go to her bedroom where she undresses completely, theninvites me to do the same. I am somewhat disappointed. I am enjoying TheEstate, and would like to remain en femme as much as possible But she wantsmore than my mouth. She wants to feel my skin against hers, and soon weare locked in full body contact, legs entwined, tongues dueling, lipslocked, hands all over each other. We move to a sixty-nine, but soon sheis kneeling at my side, concentrating on my cock. She wants me to fuck herman-to-woman with an urgency I have not seen in her. She knows my cockbetter than I do, and soon I am a man again. She quickly flops on her backand pulls me on top of her. I enter her and ride her slowly, thinking shewants this to last. She wraps her legs around me and command me to rideher hard. I pound her as best I can, but rough sex is not my style. It isalso not hers. Soon we are back into our regular rhythms, and both have asatisfying orgasm. Or at least I think so.I shower and enter my bedroom. Laid out on my bed is a deep blueswim dress and matching beach wrap, a broad-brimmed straw hat, straw totebag and cork wedge sandals. I finish dressing just as the surrey arrives.She compliments me as I walk to the door. I am the only passenger in thesurrey. At poolside, I find a lounge chair and sun myself. Inside my totebag she has included sunscreen, a make-up kit, a new book by one of myfavorite authors and a swim cap. I decide to forego the sunscreen, divinginto the pool and swimming its length after fifteen minutes. When I cometo the stairs, a valet is there with a towel and a hand. As I remove thecap and shake my hair out, Mistress Ivana appears from nowhere and smilesat me. Very ladylike she comments, then strolls toward the field house. Igather my things and move to a lounge in the shade of the field house andread. After about an hour more, I realize that I am bored. There is sucha thing as too much leisure. I tuck my hair into the swim cap once moreand swim the length of the pool twice more. As I climb out of the poolthis time, I spy Mistress Ivana at the balcony of the manor with a mandressed more stylishly than a valet, but somehow dressed the same. Icannot see his features clearly, but he seems to be well-built andnice-looking. They wave in my direction, I wave back.When I come back from the pool she is sitting in the chaise lounge,reading. She looks up as I enter, smiles, and returns to her reading. Inmy room I find an outfit laid out for dinner: a royal blue sheath withmatching high heels. A triple-strand gold necklace and gold earrings areon top of the dress. Affixed to the dress at the left shoulder is a silverpin, circular, about one inch in diameter, bisected by a wavy band. Nextto the dress is a half slip, pale blue, hemmed in lace. On top of the slipis a garter belt and seamless stockings. The belt is pale blue, thestockings natural. Beside the slip are a bra-and-panty set, the pantiesfull cut briefs, the bra padded, the set pale blue. I pull off theswimdress and wrap myself in a robe to do my make-up.When I am finished and dressed, I enter the living room, fullyexpecting to find her similarly prepared. She is not. She has notchanged–not her clothes, not her position, not her book, not herexpression. She informs me that I am going out to dinner, not her. Mydate will be arriving in about fifteen minutes. Again I am confused, andagain she explains. As an attractive woman of leisure, I will often be thedinner companion of men. I need to adjust to this part of my life, and Icannot if the only person I have dinner with is her. She has arranged forone of the escorts to take me to dinner, just as if I had a date outside.I should conduct myself as the lady of breeding and accomplishment that Ihad become. She would wait up for me like a worried mother, and expectcomplete details afterwards.I was in shock. While I now knew I could live my life as a woman,and be accepted as such by the world, I wasn’t as certain that I could passas a woman socially. True, I have mastered the mannerisms and deportment,even the voice, but to go on a date with a complete stranger and carry itoff? Well, not with a complete stranger. The man was a paid escort, andhe did know I was biologically male. But this was a major step. She saidthat she promised to help me become a woman when we agreed to thislifestyle for both of us, and this was another step into womanhood. Shewas right. If I was to live my life as a woman, then I would have toexperience dating as a woman.At six sharp the doorbell rang. She insisted that I open it. Atthe door was a very handsome man, somewhat younger than me, and slightlytaller than I was in my heels. He introduced himself as Jeff, and said Imust be Joan Townsend. I stated that I was, invited him in, and introducedhim to her. She rose and came over, and shook hands with him. She saidshe was very, very pleased to meet him, and hoped he would show me a goodtime. He replied he hoped he would too.We left, Jeff driving a two-seater into Estateville. I hadexpected the dinner to be at the manor, since Estateville also serves thesurrounding county, and travelers on the state roads. Jeff assured me thatI had nothing to worry about, except maybe jealous women. We had dinner atthe town’s Italian restaurant. Jeff regaled me with the history of thecounty before The Estate was established. Afterwards, we walked around thetown where he pointed out various landmarks and recounted their histories.As I became more comfortable with him, and confident of myself, I askedabout him and The Estate. He had been at The Estate about ten months, andwas chosen by my companion to be my date. He had seen me at the swimmingpool. He was the man with Mistress Ivana, and was greatly impressed by mybeauty, grace, and style. He took this occasion to complement me on mychoice of clothing from the swim dress to my evening clothes. I did notell him that my companion had selected them all. By 8 p.m., we wereholding hands as we walked. By 9 p.m. he had his arm around my shoulder.This being a rural county, we decided to call it an evening.Jeff escorted me to the cottage door, and I was unsure of what todo next. Before I had to decide, the door opened and she invited us in.She sat on the chaise lounge, indicating the loveseat for us. She askedseveral mundane questions about our date, like a mother questioning herdaughter and her boyfriend after their first date. Jeff answered most ofthe questions, since I was not familiar with the places we went. Afterabout fifteen minutes of bantering, she looked at me and asked, “Did youenjoyed yourself?” I answered yes.. She then looked at Jeff and asked,”Would you like to take Joan out tomorrow?””Very much, madam,” he responded.”Then you should pick her up at 7 tomorrow evening.” Turning tome, she continued, “Joan, a lady escorts her date to the door.” With this,Jeff stood and looked at me expectantly. I rose and walked him to thedoor. As I was about to open the door, she spoke again. “Joan, sinceyou’ve enjoyed Jeff’s company, and will be seeing him tomorrow, don’t youthink you should kiss him goodnight?”I had never kissed a man before, and the dilemma I thought she hadresolved she now imposed. I looked at her in bewilderment, hoping for someguidance, only to be met with a quizzical smirk, her knowing what I had todo and wondering how I would handle başakşehir escort it. I felt Jeff’s arms circle my waistand as I turned to face him I turned right into his lips. Somewhatstartled by the contact, I instinctively drew back but by then Jeff waspulling me into his body, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was notunpleasant, and I relaxed and let him kiss me, ending up with my armsaround his neck. As he held me I could feel his cock growing in his pants.I broke off the kiss, somewhat surprised and very pleased that I could havethis effect on a man. I opened the door and saw him out, leaning againstit once I had closed it. Looking at her, I saw that the smirk had become aself-satisfied smile.Chapter 3When Jeff escorted me to the cottage after our second date, Ididn’t hesitate to kiss him goodnight. Only after we finished the kiss didshe open the door and invite us in. I wondered if this was justcoincidence or had she been spying on us. Again, we sat on the loveseatwhile she reigned from the chaise lounge The questions were the same as theprevious evening: where did we go, what did we do, did we enjoy ourselvesand each other. I was expecting her to tell me to escort Jeff to the doorand kiss him goodnight when she shocked me with her next question.”Jeff, would you like to fuck Joan?””Yes, madam,” he answered, looking directly into my eyes. “I wouldlike to fuck her very much.””You know she’s a virgin, don’t you?” she continued.”No, I didn’t, madam,” he responded. “That only makes her moredesirable. I would be honored to be her first man.”He was looking directly at me while he said all of this. I wascompletely dumbfounded by this conversation. I looked from Jeff to her,hoping she was playing some sort of verbal practical joke. She wasn’t.Turning her gaze from Jeff to me, she stated, “Joan, Jeff has entertainedyou for two nights now. He’s taken you to dinner, dancing, and romanticwalks. Not only have you said you enjoyed his company, but your kissoutside the door shows how much you enjoyed Jeff. A woman who has receivedsuch pleasure from a date is expected to return that pleasure, and thatmeans more than a few kisses.” I said nothing because I didn’t know whatto say. Jeff had a broad grind on his face, bordering on a leer. She roseand walked over to me, took my face in both her hands and kissed me.”Since this is your first time, I’ll be with you.” Turning to Jeff, sheimplored, “Remember, you are her first.”She took my hands and pulled me to my feet. Leading me by thehand, she took me into my bedroom, Jeff literally bringing up the rear.The bedclothes had already been turned down with the pillows placed in thecenter against the headboard. In the middle of the bed was aspecially-shaped pillow, wide and high at one end, tapering and lower atthe other. By the time we reached the bed, Jeff had already removed hisjacket and tie, and was unbuttoning his shirt. She sat in the bedsidechair, looking at me, waiting. Jeff had finished with his shirt and hadremoved it. He stepped behind me and undid the back of my dress. Iremoved my jewelry and my dress as he finished undressing. When I was downto my lingerie, I hesitated. She gestured that I should continue. I saton the bed to undue my garter straps and roll down my stockings, takingthem off along with my shoes.While I did this, Jeff went to the night stand and opened a smallcase that was not there when I left. When he turned around I saw that hehad a condom on his dick and a small packet in his hand. Naked, I climbedonto the bed on my hands and knees and waited for him. He came up behindme and I felt his hand on my ass. I tensed as something went into me, butit was too small to be his cock. Next I felt something cool and slipperyand I realized that he had inserted some type of lubricant into my ass.Then I felt something larger enter and twist just inside of me. Jeff hadplaced a finger inside of me and was spreading the lubricant around myopening. Anal penetration had never been part of our lovemaking, and Ifound the feeling was quite nice. Jeff pulled his finger out and just as Iexpected him to penetrate me, he told me to lie down on the odd-shapedpillow, on my back. As I did so, he climbed onto the bed and positionedhimself between my legs. The pillow raised my ass several inches from thebed while lowering the rest of my body. Jeff placed his hands underneathmy knees and gently pushed my legs back toward my chest. Without touchinghimself he lined his cock up with my asshole and speared me with onethrust, going in all the way to his balls.I had expected some discomfort, even pain, but felt only thefullness of him. He released my legs and lay full on top of me, kissing medeeply. He didn’t move for about a minute, letting me adjust to him, thenbegan twitching his dick inside of me. He placed his forearms on eitherside of my head, and began to pump, pulling out until just the head wasinside then plunging back in to his balls, which I could feel bouncing offmy ass. His tongue continued to ravish my mouth just as his cock wasravishing my ass. Instinctively I brought my legs up to give him betteraccess, pressing my thighs against his sides. I wrapped my arms around hisshoulders to pull him into me. The whole sensation–Jeff’s kissing, thefeel of his body on mine, the pistoning of his dick in my ass–waswonderful! I don’t know how long Jeff fucked me, I was so lost inpleasure. Suddenly, he plunged deep into me, and stiffened on top of me.I knew he was coming as I felt the twitching of his cock as he shot hisload. I felt fully like a woman, having drawn a man’s seed with my body.We had stopped kissing and our breathing was now ragged. Jeffbegan to kiss me again as his dick wilted. Giving me a long French kiss,he pulled out of me and sat on the side of the bed. I had been so wrappedup in being fucked-the anxiety, the anticipation, the act, and theaftermath-that I had forgotten about my mate. As I languidly looked aroundthe room, my eyes locked with hers. I reached out to her and she came tothe bed, sitting on the side opposite Jeff. “How do you feel?” she asked,taking my hand.”Like a real woman,” I replied. She bent over and kissed me. Igrasped the back of her head and pulled her to me, hungrily kissing herback. She broke off the kiss, running her fingers down my body to my ass.Kissing me again, she inserted her forefinger, running it around myopening. The pleasant sensation caused me to jerk, my thighs closing andtrapping her hand. She sat up and looked at Jeff, who was now standing bythe bed.”Jeff,” she addressed him, “did you enjoy yourself?””Very much, madam,” he replied.She pulled her hand free of my thighs and placed it on my cock,which was lying flaccid against my stomach. She placed her palm against myballs and her index finger along the underside of my dick. “Would you liketo fuck Joan again?” she asked. My cock jumped when she asked this. Ilooked at Jeff and saw he was becoming erect again. Looking at me, shestated, “It’s best if you get fucked again right after losing your cherry.”As she spoke, Jeff removed another condom from the case on thenight stand and dressed himself. She remained on the bed holding me asJeff climbed between my legs again. As he placed the head of his prick atmy hole she released me and shifted so that she was sitting by my head.”Just put the head in,” she instructed him. He followed her direction,inserting only the head of his cock, then moving it in circles around mysphincter. She gripped my dick harder, giving me a finger massage. Aftera while, Jeff began stroking in and out of me, first shallow, then deeper.I raised my legs again and Jeff grabbed them, pulling them against hisbody. She bent over and French kissed me, now masturbating me, while Jeffwas beginning to fuck me with full strokes. After several minutes I came,my come spewing all over my belly. Jeff kept pumping me for several moreminutes before he also buried his cock in my ass and came.She cradled my head in her lap, cleaning me with tissues while Jeffwilted a second time and pulled out of me. Jeff climbed off the bed andremoved the second condom, standing by the side of the bed for furtherinstructions. She looked at his spent manhood and concluded that he wasliterally shot for the night. “Jeff, we wish to thank you for yourservices.””Would madam be requiring my services tomorrow?” he inquired.”No,” she responded. He looked very disappointed.”Does madam mind if I get dressed?” When she answered no, Jeffgathered up his clothing and went to the bathroom. She kissed me again,lightly, and told me to put on a spa robe and my mules. I did asinstructed, standing up just as Jeff came out of the bathroom.”escort Jeff to the door, Joan” she commanded.I walked him to the door and gave him a kiss without prompting. Heplaced his hand on my ass, rubbing my crack. I could feel him risingagain. I broke off the kiss, then thanked him for making a woman of me,and kissed him again. As I opened the door, she said, “Jeff, I will informIris how very pleased we were with your services.” Jeff brightened at thatand I ushered him out the door. As I walk to my bedroom, she opens herdoor fully, indicating that I am to spend the night in her bed. I am verythankful for her understanding and thoughtful way of completing mytransformation into womanhood.We spent the next couple of days lounging around the Estate-meswimming, us playing tennis, having lunch, going for walks. I evenrepeated some of the anecdotes Jeff told me. We plan on returning to TheEstate on our next anniversary, and I will be fucked when we are there. Itis the only time I become a complete woman as anal sex still is not part ofour sex lives, and there is no man in our lives otherwise. I will alwaysremember Jeff, and I look forward to our next anniversary.

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