August 7, 2003

Erotic story: (With kind permission from Chrissy of call-for-pussy.com)
Fantasy: Lesbian, Masturbation

A few days passed before I saw my mysterious neighbor again.  Since that day where she had performed for me, I had not been able to stop thinking about her.  I found myself drifting into a state of mental arousal every time I had a moment free at work, and spent hours fantasizing about her.

But it was more than than sheer physical attraction..  I was thinking about the control I had had over her and it was that control that was the real turn on.  An incredible turn on!

I was beginning to feel agitated at work and people of course immediately assumed I was having boyfriend problem and kinda let me be.  If only they know it was not a boyfriend I was thinking about but a potential girl slave!

As a very sexually woman, I had had always used sex toys (I had quite an assortment of dildos, and various other bits) to enhance my sexual experiences and sex toys were also part of the sex games I had with my boyfriend!

I had originally bought the dildos for my own enjoyment, but as I went through several relationships with various men, I soon realized that however macho those men acted in public, they always loved it when I used one my dildos on their very own arses, from time to time, surprising really since some of them were really homophobic and yet quite willing to let me fuck them in the ass with a cock looking object! (But that's another story all together!)

And so, sex with my then boyfriend of course also involved the occasional 'anal stimulation' where I would lubricate his butt hole and insert dildos of varying sizes.

It had been 4 days since I had met my neighbor. 

As the days past I was beginning to act more and more aggressively during sex with my boyfriend, always wanting to limit foreplay to he bare minimum (it never took my boyfriend very long for his cock to rise up!) and moving straight to anal stimulation, HIS anal stimulation!  On the fourth night, as I was about to use one of my dildos on his arse, I told him I would love to actually fuck him in the ass, with a strapon attached to my waist! 

I was really being really harsh with him, talking to him in an uncompromising and commanding voice, surprising myself at my own behavior, not caring at all about how he would respond and expecting him to object vehemently to my new behaviors!  But no.  The boyfriend seemed completely at ease with being dominated and treated like a slut, which is what I had just told him he was, even ready to let me fuck his sorry arse with a dildo!

I had needed a reason to order a strapon and now I had one. I went to an online store, ordered one, told him about it, and tormented his arse with bigger and bigger dildos to increasing delight!

The more I dominated him, the more he seemed to like it! It was an incredible feeling, a mixture of control and a growing amount of contempt towards, him, as I was discovering that my boyfriend, that hunk of a man who had whipped of my feet and was always acting so macho, was indeed nothing other than a sissy, a panty boy, a submissive little slut put on this earth to be dominated. by me!  Not once did I tell him that I had actually bought the strapon for somebody else, and that the first time I intended to to use the strapon was not with him, but with that other person!

One thing was certain though.  My relationship with my boyfriend had changed.  I was no longer the sweet, submissive, highly fuckable babe that I had always been!  I had become the leader in this relationship.  I had taken charge, was doing exactly as I wanted and was astounded that he was going along with it.  When he objected to my new aggressive behavior, I would reach towards his cock, play with it for a while until it was nice and hard and then instruct him to bend over in front of me, on all four.  I would then kneel behind him, use a dildo to screw his arse while masturbating his dick from behind and telling him to be patient, soon he would be fucked in real time, as soon as my strapon arrived. Whereas I would act nice and sweet whilst arousing him, I soon reverted to be downright hard and bossy, enjoying this mind over body control feeling that I was having.  Not once during these days did I let him fuck me, nor did I ever orgasm in front him.  No. I was keeping this for my neighbor.

A week went by until a parcel arrived at the front door.  I had anticipated this moment for what seemed like ages, and I was soaking wet when I started to open the package.

It was the strapon.  Glorious and big.  I had actually visited several dominatrix forums and asked around as to the best strapon on the market, and the advice I had received was right on the money.  I had in my hand a strapon that felt real! 

It was a double headed strapon in that one end was protruding from the harness, whilst the other, on the opposite side was intended. you've guessed it. to be inserted in the wearer's own vagina.

I couldn't wait to try it on and when I did, it felt wonderful.  The thought of a cock attached between my legs was incredible.  Moreover, the thought of what I would do with that cock and to whom was even more incredible and as I began to mimic the masturbating movement that a man does on his own dick, I soon realized that the other side (the side that was inserted snuggly inside my vagina) was also moving, and that in fact I could actually fuck myself!  The orgasm that followed was indescribable!.

The strapon was a revelation and brought about another change in my mental transformation.  Whereas the clothes I chose had always been feminine, I started to change my complete ward rope and instead of going to work in a dress for example, as I had always done, I started to wear 3 pieces suit, making me look quite stern and dare I say "dangerous".

I soon bought a couple of leather trousers, and even begun to wear my strapon underneath, which was a completely satisfying experience!  This would maintain me in a state of semi-permanent arousal, and often times experienced earth shattering orgasm, even when in public.

I was discovering a whole new me.  There was nothing I couldn't seem to do wrong as far as behaviors towards men (and women) were concerned.  I remember sitting in this cafe, having a bite to eat all by myself when this couple, a man a woman sat not far from me.  As they started to talk, the man would often look at me, quite persistently until I got up, moved up to their table, sat myself next to them and before they could say anything, moved his hand right on to my trousers where the only thing he could feel was the cock of my strapon.  I forced my hand on his, making it move, all the time looking straight at his wife/girlfriend.  They were both gob smacked and as the woman started to talk I interrupted her abruptly telling her to fucking shut up!

She looked at me in awe, nearly frightened and said nothing.  I asked her if she wanted to know what her husband was touching and she nodded that she did.  I took her hand and moved it towards my crouch until it rested on my strapon. She didn't retract it! I pressed her fingers until they kind of reached around the shaft of the dildo and then move her hand up and down, using my own hand as a guide.

She was masturbating me whilst stroking my artificial dildo, which was fucking huge and she could see that it was having an effect on me!

"You wish his was that big don't you!" I whispered to her and as she say yes, I came with the most violent orgasm I had experienced in a long time.

It took me a long time to recover and still her hand (and his!) had not moved away from the strapon!

I then got up and without a word went back to my table where I continued to eat.

I was enjoying my new life, I was enjoying my new me and couldn't wait to meet with my neighbor again!

Follow up on next update.

Story contributed by Chrissy. You can visit Chrissy's web site by clicking here.
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