The days spent in his care were blossoming my identity within me and before long, I found myself less and less attached to the image which I immediately associated upon meeting someone, that of their gender.The days spent in his care were blossoming my identity within me and before long, I found myself less and less attached to the image which I immediately associated upon meeting someone, that of their gender. It mattered less when I would mount myself upon someone, and I found myself grinding my ass against a woman's pubic mound, as if to fuck hir penis. Occasionally I would have hir satisfy me by strapping on dildoes of all sizes. "But it was not completely fulfilling. At night I would dream of my cock slowly shrinking into my body, pulling upward until my testicles sucked right into my body. A female friend then came over to me and knelt in front of me, slowly licking my brand-new cunt, and I felt my legs moisten from my new hole, dripping in a patch below me. And the first sensation of blood, thinking that my skin had split inside of me, feeling my muscles cramp and then relax as sie stroked me, took care of me. But this was not my skin breaking, and I was not being damaged: there was only the slow drip of my blood from between my legs and the knowledge that this was my first period. "That dream tremendously shaped me. I woke up expecting to find my penis gone, but there was only the sight of my semi-hard cock withering away as the last vestiges of the dream left me. Like a power released in me, I felt the desire to take my master in my hands, to fuck him until he had come, and to continue fucking him until my own orgasm came shaking across my body. "He awoke, and saw the look in my eyes, and realized the period of his mastery of me was coming to an end. He slowly rolled himself onto his back and I threw my leg over him, and pressed myself into the warmth of his neck. |