Bottom Kim

She so hoped he liked it…she had done it all just for him. She loved to make this man feel special, and she knew better than any “ordinary” woman what a man wants and needs. Nor did she particularly need this strict and explicit instructions on how to dress and what to do: she knew, because she was a man too, after all.

But, oh, the joys of being turned into a woman by this man! He had guided her thru so much so quickly. She was already his lady, his girlfriend, his cum-slut, his sissy whore, his toy. And she had been the one who had opened up so much for him. She had made him feel dominant, powerful, and capable of bestowing pleasure and inspiring lust.

She had worshipped his cock from their first meeting a few weeks ago, even before they met. She had fantasized about it, had masturbated while looking at pictures of it. The first time they met she had given him a beautiful blow job. It was slow, sweet, and long. They had both been nervous about meeting – they were both “virgins” in a sense. She had been so sweetly submissive, patiently mouthing his cock, savoring the slow awakening of his manhood. She loved the feeling only cocksuckers know – the feeling of feeling the cock with her mouth, knowing that SHE was making it harden. He had caressed her cheeks and played with her hair. She had still been too embarrassed, too intimidated, too submissive to look into his eyes as she blew him. But they still had made the connection, and they both knew it. After he exploded in her warm, wet mouth, they both were on the verge of tears, tears of ecstasy. And that was just the beginning…

Now he had her bound and helpless on the bed, and he began to explore her body. He brushed his fingertips gently over her lace-clad thing, her hips, her waist (pulled tight by the corset she wore underneath the body stocking, her arms. He toyed with her toy titties, which made her wish for a moment that she had a real pair of really big ones for her master to suck and bite and play with.