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Diana the Gurl Another beta trait is the need to be submissive....especially in the presence of an alpha-male. You want him to know you'll be eager do what he commands, like a good little gurl/ "That's my gurl...cup your bra Diana...you love how pretty it is...how does it feel to know you'll aways be wearing one?...yes...like that...move those big tits up and down...I know a doctor who will make them larger through augmentation...yes we'll give you nice big breasts gurl...once and for all that will end any thought of you returning to being a boy...." His words were turning Diana on making her feel quite submissive. "Pull your panties down a little baby...let me see your hands near your chastity cage...yes that caged little gurlie cock...I bet its already started to happen...you've found it doesn't get hard all the time like it use to...see how I made just the small part of the pee-hole on the head stick out from the cage...it makes it look like a t-gurl clit....spread your legs push it forward I want some close-ups of that." Her femininity had taken over Diana enjoyed posing like a woman. "Aright spin around...show me that beautiful butt of yours...arch your back Diana...lift it up." The back facing the camera on her knees Diana turned her head and put her chin near the shoulder...a coy come hither look ....Diana shook her hair pouted her lips letting the shimmering lipstick be highlighted. Reaching back the single hand undoing the hooks letting the bra fall to the bed. "Good ...very good ...work with me baby...you're going to love having bigger tits" ...the camera kept flashing its lights. ..."bend at the waist ...lift that butt, use your fingers ...I want to see you sliding that plug in and out of your boi pussy...all that lube we know your wet...make like you're begging to be fucked....yes like that...now pull it out....look towards the headboard close your eyes and shake your ass." A moment later Diana's head lifted off the pillow feeling the cock sliding in. Thick-fingered strong hands went to the slim waistline. It was happening ...remember when we just spoke on the trappings off femininity ...those times when a transitioning t-gurl thinks on what it would be like to be taken by a real man. Diana felt the power of a real man's cock...it seemed to touch all of the area inside her It slipped along at a steady pace...not too fast...not too slow. The head felt like some kind of spark activating new nerve endings. Once they were awakened they were begging to be touch again and again and again...and the only thing that could do it was Paul's huge hard cpck. She was entering a new territory...a new world in fact...part of her was unsure of what she should do...the boy had always been the one doing the thrusting. Diana realized she wasn't supposed to 'do' anything...except be the gurl and take the fucking. A quick glimpse she saw how her breasts were moving up and back. It made her feel so feminine. His hand reached out...to give a tweak to the luscious nipple. They'd become so sensitive to the touch. It was a revelation to go from men's nipples which can't take much of a squeeze without hurting to now have them quite malleable and squeezable. The skin of her bubble butt rippling on every thrust inward...Diana absorbing it like any woman...his hand kept going back to caress her big breast. She like'd how the nipple could take every squeeze, every tweak. Suddenly she felt a new wetness. Looking down she watched as the precum dropped off her little clitty... spraying out...sending Diddy precum to the bedsheet. Diana wasn't sure what to do so she stopped tweaking and just shook her big breasts. A quick glance back she saw Paul had his eyes closed so near to erupting. Closing her own eyes Diana concentrated on tightening the hole of her entryway every time Paul pulled the dick nearly out. "Oh fuck gurl...damn you feel tight....yeah like that...keep it up." The man's hand reached down...flicking the clit he heard Diana squealing...the warm cream giving a t-girl climax. When Paul thrust the cock in as far as it would go he held it there and gave it a count...one Mississippi ...two Mississippi. The 'three' Mississippi did it. The stud Master exploded his hot yummy semen spewing like some kind of volcano of hot lava-jazz. It brought Diana's mind to a whole new place. She had just made a real man come inside her....and love the feel of wetness as much as any woman might. Paul slapped her ass..."You did good Diana...you have a bright future as a transgendered woman honey." The next daybreak Diana lay in bed. Next to the budding t-girl was Master Paul... the snoring sounding like he was sawing logs. Reality has a way of bring one back to reality. Diana let her mind pull up her choices. She could slip out of the bedroom and somehow make her way back to the rectory where her Mercedes was. Yet another choice was more compelling. She could stay and fall further down the rabbit hole of her developing femininity. Truth was the sex with the hung stud the night before was the best she ever had.... Yes she had taken on the role of a submissive trans-woman...yes she had welcomed a cock inside her for the first time ever....yes, thanks to the butt-plug she still had the cum from being bred like a woman still within her. Yet the more she thought about it the idea of turning trans the more he felt it had a high appeal. In just her panties she turned back to face the man feeling the way her big D-cups moved on his thin frame. Diana let her hand slide up the hairy chest until it reached the stud's face. When Paul opened his eyes he saw Diana staring back at him. Diana put a kiss to his lips...."Bless me father...for I am about to sin." A short chuckle from the real man, intelligent enough to be quick with a quip replied. "Lead me not into temptation ...for I am sure to follow." Letting Paul see her do it Diana put a fresh coat of lip-stick on. She slinked her way down the length of Paul's body before stopping at the crotch. Pulling the boxer-shorts off she flung them to the floor. There it was... the beautiful sight of the man's huge hard cock. Her eyes widened as her hands began fondling the big ball-sac. "Oh what a gorgeous cock Master." She whispered it quietly. Diana's tongue slid out the tip running across the upper lip. Once more she opened her mouth as wide as she could make it. A moment later the lips slid down the hard dick. With a deep masculine resonance Paul Grunted..."Ugggg....damn you were born to suck cock Diana." A short time later, out of the shower Diana had discovered a room with a closet full of woman's clothing and lingerie was just down the hallway. It just felt natural to make the man breakfast after how he'd made her feel delightfully feminine. A pair of shorty-shorts ...and the tres tres chic look of a vagabond in a peasant top of soft chiffon ...Diana padded her way to the kitchen. Her hair in a sloppy bun she kissed Paul on the cheek when he entered some 45 minutes later. Putting the dirty breakfast dishes in the sink starting to clean them ...being domesticated was beginning to feel part of what being a gurl was about. Paul spoke "I have a vision for you." It was something a minister might say as though dispensing the wisdom of the Devine. "Living here in my home you'll act as a maid ...I want you to become thoroughly domesticated....one day you'll be the perfect gurl."' "Yes Master Paul." "I also want you as a part time receptionist at the business. You'll be interacting with people...men and women so we have a lot of work to do to sort you out into a proper passable gurl." "I understand Sir....ummm...what about my job at the hardware store." "What's your work email...your boss's?" The man's fingers punched out loudly on the keyboard moving quickly like some journalist desperate to get his copy in the hands of his editor. 'Dear Fred...due to some personal matters I will need to take a leave of absence. Pardon the short notice...thank you for your consideration in this matter. Diana.' Paul smiled ...'Now you're not working for him...you're learning how to be a women and a working-maid and a receptionist all the while obeying your new Master." The man pulled Diana to sit on his lap....both smooth-shaven legs dangling on the side. Her weak arm across the shoulder she felt so girlish sitting like that. A quick hit to the keyboard pulled up a page...'Fet-luv'...the worlds largest BDSM community site....over 10 million members. Two more clicks had her looking....'Diana TG bottom....'relationships: single..D/s relationships: owned...orientation: trans-gurl evolving, men only please....active: live the lifestyle when possible...looking for: rope bondage, events, swingers and BDSM parties. Master Paul had built a whole profile on the site. When he clicked the picture section it populated with images from a few when Diana was a man to the previous night. First at the office on her knees sucking the dick in heels, bra and panties to the photo-session of Diana in the bedroom that included a video of the fucking. Being put on a social media site changes someone. Especially when they are being turned pretty-trans. Diana realized it was an open declaration of her status as a submissive t-gurl. Public access through free membership she understood anyone could see her. "It will reinforce your feminine persona to know anybody can view you honey....you're just a gurl now." Suddenly they heard a series of clicking sounds...."Hey look at that doll-face...you've only been up a short time and you're already getting views." Paul paused before kissing her cheek..."I want you in a bikini...time to start working on your tan lines...nothing says I'm a woman quite like the tan lines on the skin from a bra bikini top and a tiny thong bottom piece." It came out in a soft lilted voice and feminine manner..."Yes Master Paul, Sir" Submissive and obedient, the way a gurl was meant to be! |
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mmmmm very hot 
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