Some of the detail in this report is fiction, but it is

strongly based on my maiden experience of `` dressing '' and

the consequences. I think of it as `` enhanced Sojourner Truth '', for

as the Irish whiskey say `` a good tale should always improve in

the recounting ''. For the record I spent several class as a

child with a house full of Irish Gaelic peon, and great

binding in the late 1960 's I came rest home on leave from the Army

to find my female parent was away looking after her younger baby

who was ill. My founder had disappeared when I was a baby

so I had the station to myself. All my old Ilex paraguariensis were working

during the day and pussywhipped by their wives/girlfriends in

the evening.


By day three I was bored silly and, although the abominable

'' passion sea wolf '' tights were the usual wear for girls at the

prison term, I had begun my sake in little girl when stockings and

suspenders were normal ( far easier to get your custody in a

girls knickers with those ).


I knew mother wore `` sus '' as I had watched her clipping on

stockings and loading her bra 's as long as I could remember.

So I rummaged through mother drawers and found mountain of tan

stockings ( not much alternative of colours then, even melanize was rare

and regarded as too aphrodisiacal for day to day wear ).

Next I found her girdle and brace belts, slips etc, and

soon sat in a deep, boned whiteness corset with the four brace

attached with those little three-sided tabs to tan nylon stockings.


These had very little stretch in them so once attached they and

the boning gave a feeling of tight containment which I really

enjoyed. With the myopic suspender tabs and stockings designed to

only reach mid second joint, the square boundary of the corset stopped at

the bottom of my backside cheek at the rear and pressed hard on

the base of my cock at the front, giving delightful feelings,

the whole thing had me bone hard, which tented the white silky

elusion I was wearing.


For an hour or Sir Thomas More, I sat in front of a mirror, moving my legs

to `` flaunt '' stocking upper side and Elwyn Brooks White second joint figure, and occasionally

my own tool, all very sexy but no pics then unless you were rich

enough to own a Polaroid.


After wetting my thighs and stocking tops with my own cum, I cleaned

up and with `` normal '' wearing apparel on drove into the nearby market Town. As

fate would have it I found a park place close to the town centre

public toilets, the old cloak-and-dagger type, now sadly gone in most places.

This small Town loo only had two traps, but I would go and interpret both

doorway, like any normal male.


Soon I was sat in a cakehole reading the dirty narration, still at that

degree mainly hetro, with the odd gay one and zero TV narrative. As I

set forward to read a well one at the merchant ship of the threshold, something

touched my brake shoe, and looking down I saw a fist giving the wanking

sign and then wiggled a midriff digit. I understood the wanking bit

but at the time Did n't understand the fingerbreadth ( I found out not very

much later ).


My immediate response was to pull up my trouser and leave the loo

and sit in my car, while I sorted my persuasion out. I adjusted my

mirror to observe the ( only ) loo entrance. while I watched I tried to

sort out in my own mind what had just happened. I decided that there

must be a peephole in the partition and I had flashed my bare arse to

the early trap when indication. The wanking bit I understood, but that

fingerbreadth wiggling had me. I even considered that there was a Loretta Young girl

in there, wanting to swap a jacking off for a pussy fingering ( yes I was

that naif ).


After ten min no-one had entered or left the loo and I walked back

over, down the steps and back into my master copy trap. I dropped my

trousers, faced the sectionalization, and put one foundation slightly under the gap

at the ass. my foot was tapped and soon a distinction passed under, saying

'' CUM IN HERE ''.


passing next door took only a momment, and the doorway was locked behind me.

I found a 50ish man who put his cock in my hired man and started stroking

mine. As we faced each other, he leant in and started kissing me, which

I started returning without thinking, finding it very pleasurable before any

bad reaction came, so I kissed back difficult with uttermost lingua action.

His free hand started groping my arse and soon I found out what the

wiggly finger signify and did. He had some lube on and I found I

was enjoying it.


Breaking the kiss I whispered that I had a safe blank space, ecstasy near

and about my bandaging that morning. He told me his name was can and

I told him mine was Michael Soon we were driving to my home

both stroking the others cock. Once home we went to the bedroom and I

put on the corsette and stockings from the morning. As he got naked. I

started to palpate very sexy in my gear and started kissing him intemperately again

as he explored my body with his hands.


On the drive up I had asked him to learn me about man to man sex, so

when we finished kissing we lay on the bed and he stroked me as he

told me that he had started when in a Prison-of-War encampment for several years.

Quite a few of them had taken to it and he 'd enjoyed it ever since,


He started by saying that he was a `` Top '' who did the piece of ass and expected

to have his cock sucked. He said that he thought that as I had started by

binding, that I would get a `` Bottom '' who would suck cock and require it up

my arse. I had not thought any of this through, but when I immagined myself

in both rolls, my cock stiffened as I thought of being a bottom.


SO, JUST the likes of THAT, MY NEW station IN lifespan WAS DECIDED ! !


Trully we are ruled by our cocks.


He started by showing me how to suck his turncock, controlling the penetration

by holding the groundwork of the cock and as much More of its length as needed.

I learned to disrobe back the foreskin from the helmet with my lips and to

push the tip of my knife into his pee-slit. to slide my tongue under the

dick and to always keep my teeth authorise of this preciously gist. Soon I was

really getting into it with my heading bobbing up and down over his groin.


He told me to slow down, as he wanted to pop my cherry red, so I started to

do one `` bob '' every five seconds or so, keeping him deep in my mouth at the

end of each one, as I relaxed my bobby pin on his prick to allow a little more

in each meter. As I started to gag a little, he told me to try swallowing

as his cockhead entered my pharynx, which helped, and I really wanted to finger

his pubic hairs on my brim, and soon did.


All this kept him dainty and intemperately, and got me used to having a cock in my

oral fissure and pharynx for extended periods. Meanwhile, he was fingering ( that wiggle

again ) my arsehole with some lubricant ( by the end of the academic term I was

using his description, and calling it my `` purulent '' ). One, two, then three fingers

entered my twat to their full moon length, stroking in and out and round of drinks and round

to prepare me for my first fucking, always momentous for a `` girl '' as I was

beginning to reckon of myself. Its suspicious how finger's breadth up your pussy can deepen

your perceptions.


whoremonger then asked me to kneel on the edge of the bed, nates in air and lead down

into a pillow, while he stood on the floor behind me at just the right hight to

enter me. He placed his cockhead at my lubricated, and still slightly dilated,

pussy, pushing firmly forward and telling me to try to act as if I was pushing

a shit out ( which, perhaps counter-intuitively, opened my purulent up ). A curt period

of pressing, and then his cockhead just slid through with an inch or so below

the helmet, I was no farseeing a virgin, but character way to being a true `` miss ''.


I experienced some cold-shoulder pain, but his grooming had done the job, and after a

twosome of mo for my body to line up, he began to slowly work out his full length

in. Out an in, back in one and a half, adding lube at every out separatrix til

the fuzz that had tickled my Kuki, now tickled my cheeks. Again he paused, this

fourth dimension fully in me, for a duet of bit to get me used to a cunt full, then

slid fully out, but straight back in again, working the entrance heftiness, which was

still slightly painful, as well as getting my deeper bowels used to the invasion

of hard meat. After a few minutes of this, and after all pain stopped as he

re-entered me, he began a slightly brusque accident, still going fully in, but leaving

his cockhead in all the clock time. He speeded up his throw and said `` now we are really

fucking '' as I began to, quite naturely pushing back into his thrusts.


Without warning, I had an intense climax, spilling loads of spunk onto the sheets,

corsette and stockings, and thrashing about moaning. He gripped my rose hip hard and

'' Rode The tiger '', all the time fucking me difficult and faster, till I had another,

less intense but much longer cum, gripping him with punishing spasm of my slit and

taking him over the edge into his. My bowel getting a thick covering of his sperm,

enough to make various baby if I had had the redress equipment.


Both our tool slowly wilted after such an intense piece of tail, til his dropped out with

a soft `` plop '', and his mettle flowed out of my pussy and joined that on the sheets.


St. John stayed several more hour, fucking me twice more, by which time he was knackered

and my pussy was a bit sore ( before he left he annointed my pussy with a salve to

get it cook for the following day ). That came out of our talking as we kissed and

fondled between nookie. He knew that I had ten mean solar day leave left and cypher to do and

that I wanted more moral in sex. He told me that after today, he might only negociate

two fucks tomorrow, but that I deserved more ( I agreed ). So he would come `` tenish ''

with a couple of his `` Top '' acquaintance, to continue My `` founding ''. They would also work

some nicer ( that is to say sexy ) clothes for me to wear.


Rather than accept me take him back to where we had met, he used our phone to holler

one of those friends, Sam, to pick him up. he came in briefly and after presentation,

he pulled out his cock to show me. It was MUCH braggy than John, and I think Sam

and I would throw fucked there and then, had not John intervened, saying that I had

been fucked enough for the firstly day and could be damaged or put-off by Thomas More. But

that a well nights rest would have got me ready for fuller sessions the following day.


John was certainly right about the cobbler's last bit, and I trusted him after the way he had

taken me through my commencement steps in mano-a-mano sex so I waved them on their way.


As I lay in bed and just before sleeping it occoured to me the I had started the

day very world-weary and finished it `` very bored '' in a different way.


Perhaps tomorrow Nox would detect me even more tire ?


I HOPED SO !

mass they were.

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