Promises Kept; Feminization Achievement Unlocked.
This one is dedicated to my friend in Vegas.
He sent for me and I answered his call because I’ve always wanted a strong and dominant man to take charge of my feminization and show me my path, so he flew me to Vegas for his pleasure. To help get myself used to my feminized role, and to add a little to the front end of my blissful weekend being all girl, all the time, as soon as I landed I got my bag at the luggage carousel and went straight to a restroom stall. The only boy clothes I had were what I wore on the plane, and that was only my T-shirt and jeans. Under those I had a tight thong riding up my butt crack and rubbing my asshole, reminding me who and what I am. And, of course, I wore stockings held up by a garter. The TSA man didn’t look twice but I think he smirked at me.
I changed in the bathroom stall in a men’s room, putting on my wig and a dress and my heels, and doing my makeup as best as I could under the circumstances. I listened and waited for a quiet moment to open the stall door and walk out. I could feel the eyes on me as I walked in my skin tight minidress through the airport dragging my bag behind me. Out at arrivals I got a cab to my hotel where he had a room waiting for me under the name of Jessica. In my room I stripped down and dressed myself again, more carefully this time, and did my makeup. I lubed up my ass so I could enjoy that sexy feeling of my ass cheeks sliding against each other, and feeling like a hole waiting to be filled (which I am).
I had instructions that I was only to present myself to him as my fully feminized self so I made an extra effort to look pretty and feminine. I texted I was ready. When he knocked on the door I immediately got on my knees in front of it, looked down at the floor, and said, “I’m ready for you.” He opened the door to find me there, on my knees, completely feminized and fully submissive. He reached down, placed a finger under my chin, and tilted my head up so I was looking into his deep eyes. “I want you to maintain eye contact with me.” I looked into his eyes and nodded. Then he said, “I don’t know if you’re ready for me, but you’re gonna find out now.”
He told me to take his cock out and I did, fumbling a little with his belt while I continued to maintain eye contact. He told me to kiss his cock and I did, all the time staring into his eyes. I had one hand around the base of his cock and was cradling his balls with the other. “You look cute with my cock in your mouth,” he said, and I tried to smile while tonguing the sensitive tip. “Now put your hands behind your back, and keep your head on my cock where it’s supposed to be.” I held my hands together behind my back and he took my head in his hands. “Now I’m gonna explore the back of your throat, girlie, and you’re going to keep eye contact with me and keep your hands behind your back so they don’t get in the way of your training.”
His cock was already filling my mouth, in as far as it could go. The engorged tip was pressing at the back of my throat, now pushing harder, past my comfort zone. I couldn’t stop myself from gagging, my eyes from watering, and my mouth from drooling, but he just kept pressing his cock home, probing deeper and deeper. It was almost too much for me. I was trying to keep my hands clasped behind my back, trying to maintain eye contact, and trying to breathe with a cock stuffed down my throat. When I broke eye contact he slapped my cheek with his cock inside it; when I forgot and started to move my hand up as it to limit his pressing into me, he swatted them away. I was powerless and at the mercy of his cock. When I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, it happened. As soon as I felt his cock slip down my throat I knew that this was what I had been wanting, needing, and anticipating. He had brought me to the next level of my feminization. He could see the relief in my eyes as I adjusted to the feeling of a dick in my throat. “That’s right,” he said, “Your throat is for fucking, just like your ass.”
We both kind of relaxed a little, and he stopped moving for a minute. “I don’t want to cum too fast,” he said, “I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.” He started working my throat again slowly, gradually, and I felt his rhythm and responded with my body. I felt like an extension of his body, moving as he moved, following the lead of his cock. As he tensed up I could feel his orgasm was close and then his cock started to twitch as it poured a load straight into my stomach.
“How did that feel?” he asked after he eased his cock out of me. “It felt like love,” I said. “This is definitely something I can learn to love.” And I did learn to love it. In our long weekend together we alternated between him cumming down my throat with my lips pressed to the base of his cock, and him cumming in my ass, balls deep inside me so I felt like his cock was at the back of my throat from the other direction.
He dropped me at the airport with me all girled up and I could feel the eyes again on my long legs and I could see the heads turn as my heels clicked on the hard floor of the airport. With all that cum inside me I was feeling so confident that I went through security as a girl, showed my legal ID and didn’t care one bit what anyone thought about it. I flirted with every man I met, and they could tell by how I moved that I enjoyed being sexy. I felt sexy because I’d been fucked into pure girliness by a man who understood what I needed. He kept his promise and trained me to love deep throating.
