I am taking off my clothes, very purposefully, with a man chained in front
of me. He is like a dog, naked, on his haunches, his legs spread slightly.
He makes an ugly sight, this naked man, with his sex hanging between his
legs, the dark pubic hair, the dark body hair. He is a hairy dog, he has
not shaved, and I am his dominatrix.
I have slipped on a crotchless leotard which is flesh-colored. I think
the point of this, is that the man is not allowed to see my flesh directly.
There is some kind of dream logic to this. Yet, he can see my penis! Only my penis is he allowed to see in the real flesh! I am exposed, and very
erect. I look so big! It sticks out so very hard! My pubic hair is actually flickering at the edges like flames.
I have a bra on under my leotard, and the lace can be seen. I can see myself
in my dream, and I am wearing very good make-up, with full red lips, and
eyeliner, and dark blue-black shadow. There is no doubt that I am his she-male dominatrix.
I point at him with my penis. I am inches away from his mouth. I stand
in front of this human dog and I tell him, "I am beautiful, and that makes you cry with desire. But I also have a penis, and that will make you scream."
I walk back and forth in front of him. His eyes follow me as, strutting, with my swaying hips and large, erect penis, I torture him with the contradictions of sex.
I am very angry. He must have disobeyed me or something. I have no idea what the reason is, only that I am enraged. I clap
his ears with my hands. I sink my penis into his mouth, and leave it chokingly
deep in his throat. I begin to gyrate in a dance that will make him gag
and roll his eyes.
He must see that there is nothing on this earth that is more powerful/sexual
than a she-male! Look! My eyes see through your
soul. My lips can kiss and make you mad for more. My curves are as tempting
as a snake. My breasts make you hungry to suck. And I have a punishing
erect penis! I have it all!
I begin to walk slowly backward, un-holstering my penis from his mouth.
He is drawn toward me, tempted, his mesmerized face nods up and down as
he gathers this visage in...the curves, the beauty, the penis! His mouth
is open; he looks foolish, like a zombie. His eyes are very wide.
My anger is enormous. I grab him hard by his hair, yank his hair back,
pull his neck back, make him stare up at the ceiling with his mouth open.
I stuff my scrotum into his open mouth and gag him that way; my penis is
the length of his face, hard as a lead pipe, smashing down on his nose,
right between his eyes.
"I have everything," I hiss.
My scrotum is frothy wet from being in his mouth. Now I want his tongue
up my hole. I clutch his hair and ride him.
I come from this, but gasping like a woman. As I cry out, I begin to spurt
heavily. There is white stuff on the tops of his feet, and a bit of it around
the floor near his feet. He is falling backward, falling against the wall.
He collapses face first to the floor.
I am still erect, and I strut like a fashion model, up and down, impatiently
waiting for him to wake up. I am plotting all the things I can do to him.
I think he is an anal virgin, and I will take him that way. I want very
much to kick him between the legs and see what happens. I want to slap his
face with my penis.
Suddenly he looks up at me.
He expects me to recognize myself, that it's me, but it isn't.
"You arenot me," I tell him. "I am me, standing here!"
My eyes are blazing, I look incredibly sexy, my face is so white and my
lips are so red. My body is lithe. And I have such a glorious penis and a
beautifully rounded and shaped scrotum.
"I am so proud!" I cry out, righteously. "It's on the calendar!"
I see a calendar with the pages moving, like they do in a movie to denote passing time. Yes, it is some kind of holiday, or Mardi Gras, or the 5th of November or something
for she-males. It is some kind of Legal Holiday, and I am allowed to do
this! And only on this day, I can make my pubic hair come to life, animted, looking like flames.
Now I am outside the room where the naked man is.
I open the door, and there is nobody in there at all. It is a newly constructed
apartment with a wood floor and traces of sawdust on it. The walls have
been freshly painted. My name is on the bell. Sunlight is wonderful from
the big windows in the living room.
I am wearing a yellow dress with large buttons up the front, and a wide
black leather belt. I have a blonde wig. I am wearing very nice pumps.
"This is my new home!" I say.