Laura's Girl

For many men success in love is as easy as falling off a log. Not for me. I'm the sort of guy women don't pay much attention to: medium height, on the slender side, nerdy, very shy and very lonely. In fact girls rarely gave me a second look. They tell me I'm too nice. They just want to be friends. What they mean is I don't measure up to their standard of a real man. I tried to force myself to conform to my last date's expectations of "macho" but failed miserably and only made a fool of myself.

In this despondent state of mind I had about concluded that I had no chance of happiness; I was a botched human being, an offense against nature that should never have been conceived, doomed to be alone for the rest of my time on earth. The thought of putting a quick and efficient end to my existence was somehow comforting. 'Out, out, brief candle', as the Bard put it. Or perhaps videotaping my consuming a bottle of concentrated lye, followed by a slow agonizing death, and having the tape sent to my last date. That would be more fun.

So progressed the slow slide towards the sleep that knows no waking, until...

Until the day I met Laura. Or I should say, she met me. As I strolled with my melancholy ruminations one evening along a lonely stretch of Oregon beach, the distorted red sun touching the horizon and sinking into the ocean, I was aware of the sudden presence of someone beside me.

"Hi!" said the pretty girl in a sexy black one piece swimsuit, looking directly and pleasantly into my startled eyes. "I'm sorry if I scared you. I'm Laura". She was a raven haired brunette about my height, a vision out of some torrid forbidden fantasy miraculously come true.

"Oh, that's ok, no problem", I fumbled and stumbled. "I was just dreaming".

"About what?" she asked. This was certainly the most forward girl I had ever run across.

"Oh, my rotten social life, but maybe that just changed for the better" I countered. "I'm Art, by the way".

After a very few exchanges of pleasantries, to my utter astonishment she invited me to her place. I felt a slight weakness in my legs and a twinge of excitement down below in my Speedo, like maybe I finally got lucky. A faint voice even deeper down inside me sounded an alarm. It is as if she is determined for some reason to have me. The odd thing is, this girl is a world class looker. She could have any man she wants. Why me? Is she a psycho in the form of a babe? Or maybe teasing guys is a pastime with her. That's it! She'll lead me on and just when I'm desperate for sex she'll reject me and make fun of me. Like all the rest of them. Well what the heck, I'll play along just to pass the time.

She sure appeared harmless though, and darned cute with her smooth athletic body and fresh natural face. After we arrived at her beachfront house and went inside, she moved to embrace me. Both her hands to my rear. Wow! We kissed. Her passion seemed about to ignite; mine certainly did! She moved one hand to the front of my crotch and started rubbing me through my bikini.

"Hmmm, that feels good, you don't waste any time do you?"

Then without warning she moved abruptly to the side and behind me; she grabbed my left wrist and twisted it painfully behind my back in a sort of martial arts way, bending my little finger and forcing me to drop to my knees then flat on my stomach to avoid having it broken.

"You got that right, my darling" she says.

Looks like my first theory was correct, says my inner rational voice to the other part of my consciousness, the terrified part. She held onto my finger with one hand, reached into her fanny pack and rapidly pulled out some leather covered cuffs and locked them onto my wrist with a snap.

"Other hand!" I did nothing; I was too shocked to do anything.

She bent my finger back until I cried out and brought my other wrist behind; she shackled that also. Now the pretty swimsuited girl is straddling me squeezing my waist with her powerful thighs still holding my finger. She let go of my hand and I panicked and tried to stand up.

"Don't struggle, dear, and you won't get hurt"

After a short period of thrashing about, the unexpectedly strong and active girl on top of me had turned around and managed with some difficulty to restrain both my ankles in cuffs linked together with about a foot length of thin but strong chain. These ankle cuffs were as I now realized, linked to the wrist cuffs. She had hogtied me and I was helpless.

"Last but not leash, get it?, leash, here is your tether". She fastened to my neck a leather collar to which a much longer chain was attached.

"We'll just get you downstairs and let you stay like this awhile to let you get used to being under my total control".

She was indeed in total control of me; I was truly frightened for the first time in my life. I panicked again, tried again to throw her off, break the chains and gain my feet. I struggled in vain, strained in a frenzy as she patiently waited for me to become exhausted. At length she got up off me, and dragged me by the link chain towards the stairs that led down to her basement.

"Stop it! Let me go. You've gone far enough with this!" By this time she had half carried me, half dragged me, bumpety bump down the stairs and to the center of a carpeted room. Here she unlocked the link connecting the ankle and wrist cuffs.

"Careful, darling, don't get too excited....this will be your home from now on, dear". Had she prepared this room to be my prison for life?!

I again resisted and tried to get back up the stairs, she pulled hard on my leash and I knelt to the floor for more leverage. She moved in for a swift kick to the front of my bikini. I folded up on the floor and almost blacked out with pain.

"Like I told you darling, we can do this the easy way or the hard way".

As I lay on the floor incapacitated in agony she produced a small shiny plastic cylinder, about an inch long and an inch diameter. She rendered me helpless again by linking my cuffs, pulled down my Speedo, took hold of my penis and stretched it out, forced the tube over it right down to the base, (ouch, there are sharp spikes in there!) then pulled the bikini back up to cover it.

"Sorry but this little item is necessary. It's called a Kali's Teeth Bracelet, KTB for short. As you no doubt noticed, the little plastic teeth bent forward easily to install, but once the device was on they clicked back in place and that's where they will stay. I designed them carefully to cause maximum discomfort when you get hard without permanently damaging your little thing; that was a drawback of older models. The teeth will swiftly stop any erections you may have and prevent you from coming all over my nice clean carpet, my darling".

"And don't waste your strength trying to get out of it" she laughingly blurted out.

After I had writhed on the floor a few minutes more recovering from her attack I began to take in my surroundings. The room was well lighted, comfortable, and rather unusual. A kitchen, a bathroom, and a floor mattress lay in close proximity to a thick steel loop mounted solidly in the wall. Laura padlocked the end of my 20-foot leash chain to this loop.

She dragged me into the bathroom, pushed me into the tub and chained me to a railing.

"Now the fun begins, JANE. That's your name from now on. You're my very own femmy girl, all mine. And I must say you're a natural, with your long hair, cute face and skinny body".

She took an aerosol can from the cabinet, pulled down my bikini and sprayed the contents all over my body. A few minutes, and she wiped the gooey substance off. Before I realized what was happening I had been rendered hairless from the neck down. Shower, rinse, dry. I was completely demoralized, and hung my head down, sobbing with fear. Laura took no notice and showed no sympathy with my plight. By this time all remnants of arousal had long since dissipated, pushed aside by a rush of terror as if I were a Roman villager on the receiving end of an unexpected social visit from Attila the Hun.

Laura went into another room and returned with a box filled with ...feminine garments? She took out a blue two piece bathing suit and a short white pleated tennis skirt from the box.

"Put them on, Jane" she directed in a menacing tone, unlocking the ankle chain.

Knowing it was hopeless to resist, I did as she told me. She moved in and secured the skirt at the back; it too had a built-in locking fastener! Then she relocked my ankles. Very methodical, this girl.

This was followed quickly by large skin colored objects she called breast forms.

"What the hell?" I whimpered.

She glued the forms onto my chest with adhesive from a tube. They jiggled and wiggled from side to side as I shuddered nervously. I said large, right? As in size D. I know because she told me the size as she waited for the glue to dry. Their weight felt strange on me, almost throwing off my sense of balance. Next she put me into the bathing suit top. I noticed she was extremely careful to have me under her control at all times with at least two out of the three available restraints.

"See, darling Jane, I am not sadistic (ha!). You have at hand all the necessities of life; everything you need. Except freedom, but most people in the world don't have that. Life after all is just a choice of prisons, and I am choosing for you. You have food, water, bed, bathroom, washing machine, even a computer all within reach of your tether, no phone line of course. And you will keep yourself clean and presentable with the depilator spray or I will punish you. I will whip you until you bleed. Just in case you're thinking of jumping me, I don't have the keys. And even if you killed me (fat chance), you couldn't get loose and would die of starvation, so don't even think about it, Jane".

With this macabre rejoinder, Laura removed my handcuffs, leaving the ankle and neck chains on.

"What do you want with me? Why are you doing this to me?" I asked in a weak and tremulous voice.

She did not answer, but left the room. "Well, here's another nice mess..." the old Oliver Hardy line came to mind at this moment. Here I am, bound and made up as some guy's wet dream, the captive of some insane female serial killer, with perhaps only minutes to live in her mad fantasy scene; she'll make me eat her off, then strangle me with her whip. That's it.

She kept me in suspense for a long time; I don't know how long. Laura strode boldly into the room clad in a black bikini. It was an ordinary looking bikini except for one very unsettling feature. Her tight spandex panty had an artificial penis about eight inches long mounted in it and jutting outward in front from her pussy, bobbing to and fro as she walked.

"I am going to penetrate you now, Jane. Then you will really be my girl", she stated matter of fact as if she were saying "I'm going to wash my hair now".

"Like hell you are!" I shrank away from her in terror.

"And I will enjoy this, you see this is a double headed dildo. It goes in my pussy and I have a good time; the other end goes in your femmy pussy. I will take your ass and I will break you".

Now her voice turned ugly, her face distorted with hate for the first time.

"I am going to crush your male ego into tiny little pieces whether you like it or not". She bit the words off in an angry staccato.

"When I get through with you, you will be my obedient little femmy girl. If you fight me you will painfully regret it".

Laura approached me warily, ready to pounce. She faked a move to my left then grabbed my ankle, levered and flipped me over face down on the floor. Bound and restrained hand and foot as I was, there was no possibility of preventing her taking me. After a short and rather one-sided wrestling match with me yelling objections she hauled off and slapped me hard. Taking advantage of my shock she stuffed a pair of nylon panties in my mouth and secured them by tying on a nylon stocking. She was holding me around the waist; she let me struggle for a moment longer and then in one movement she swung me round so that she was facing me.

Again she slapped me hard across the face and threw me down so that I was sitting on the floor. I immediately tried to get up; she slapped me again, this time on the other side, back down. She reached her hand under my skirt and hooked her fingers under my bikini. I tried to yell again and twisted my legs. We wrestled together. She obviously loved this part of the action. She pulled the bikini down and tried to yank it off me, but I used the opportunity to try to scramble away. She grabbed me again and threw me to the floor. As she did so she made another tug and my bikini came off. She ran her hands down between my thighs and tried to pull them apart. For some seconds we fought, as she worked on prying my hairless legs apart.

Finally she forced an opening and attempted to insert her dildo. I could tell she felt powerful as an Amazon being between a boy's legs like this, even if they still resisted her. She pushed forward but I squirmed a few inches and she missed her target. We did this several times as she gradually pulled my legs apart and pulled up my skirt. Finally, she was at my opening.

She lubed her dildo (let us be thankful for small blessings) and quickly found the right spot; she spread my legs using hers and after my several frenzied attempts to evade her, she entered me forcibly; the cold lifeless thing slid into my body. I remembered her warning but could not overcome my own instinct for self-defense. I bucked, thrashed about and tried to scream; the pain was terrific. With each thrust I twisted and moaned and even heard myself squealing. Yes, squealing. Laura pushed all the way into me as I arched my back and twisted from side to side struggling against the invading penis. What was worse, my own penis, imprisoned by the merciless KTB, began to swell from the fucking, bringing a fierce pain to rival what was taking place in my ass. I gasped and kicked and struggled even harder. At long last Laura had me fully impaled, and I gave up in exhaustion. "Mmmmmmmpfffff!!!" was the only comment I could make on this state of affairs. I was defeated, deflowered, defiled and there was no longer any reason to resist.

"My, my, you are so tight, but we are taking care of that little problem, are we not? I lubed you not to be kind, but to preserve you against injury and infection for as long as possible for my future use..." she taunted me as she began to pull out of my ass, then push in again; her rhythm increased, in a few minutes she was ramming into me; I gasped and groaned in the same rhythm as my breath was pounded out of me.

"How does it feel, getting raped like a defenseless woman, Jane? Feel good?"

Laura fucked me this way for a whole hour, and at intervals she stiffened, shuddered and moaned on top of me, having at least five orgasms. My insides, and my member, felt like the classic fire and brimstone hell. She at last finished her brutal rape and I wept tears of pain and humiliation.

As she lay on top of my traumatized body, her penis still embedded deep in me, Laura finally spoke again."To answer your question, you are here for my use, it's that simple. To put it bluntly I happen to have an insatiable appetite to... hurt males. I love to rape their minds and souls as I rape their bodies; I love to see them writhe and twist in agony after I have bound and penetrated them, to hear their muffled cries for mercy. Sometimes I masturbate them as I'm fucking them. If he curses or calls me a name I fuck him dry. At first I ventured out at night in search of my prey, ambushing, tying up and fucking an inattentive, vulnerable male if and when he happened along. And naturally because of his big macho ego he's too ashamed to tell anyone. What would he have said? That he was raped in the ass by a GIRL? And that I forced him to come at the same time? I don't think so! A perfect setup for me! But that's gotten to be too much like work. My desires have grown to the point where I need round-the-clock availability of male ass on demand, and that, Jane darling is where you come in."

With that Laura pulled out, removed her bikini bottom, flipped me over on my back and still straddling me, moved her crotch closer and closer to my face.

"Now for some real fun. I'm going to get in your face real often, like THIS!" I turned my head to avoid mouth contact with her sex, she slapped me hard again, and covered my face in her wet pussy, and pressed hard. I felt as if she was trying to suffocate me. I figured I had better do what she wanted. Not being too familiar with such aspects of sex, I guessed and just started to tongue her, and hoped for the best. It must have satisfactory, for she gripped me hard and shuddered before she let me come up for air.

Laura stood back and seemed to enjoy watching me as I slowly pulled up my panties and smoothed my skirt, lying on my side in terrible pain, shivering and trembling, humiliated and mortified, looking down at the floor in a combination of embarrassment and disbelieving shock from her cruel treatment. It was at least an hour before I had calmed down sufficiently and regained enough strength to stand up.

After she left my panic returned and I strained and bucked violently against my neck chain without success. I must have been a sight as I paced back and forth in a rabid fury, breasts bouncing in my swimsuit bra and my short pleated skirt flipping like a schoolgirl's from side to side on my hips and hairless thighs. I began to search for a tool to cut the collar or break the chain that held me, but Laura had been thorough in her preparations. I rifled the storage drawers and cabinets; alas, they contained only dull plastic and rubber utensils; no furniture was available to wrap the chain around for leverage. I collapsed on the floor in exhaustion and cried in a kind of dull despair.

Every evening Laura would arrive with her implements, ready for any tactic I might try to defend myself.

She strode into the room wearing her dildo-bikini, carrying a bullwhip in her hand and a black throw-net draped over her right shoulder and arm.

"I have brought a couple of toys just to make things harder for you and a little easier for me, dear. I am the matador, and you are the bull, I mean cow". When I shrank back against the wall, pleading with her to spare me, she carefully gauged the distance, wrapped her whip end about my ankle with a painful snap and dragged me out into the open. Before I could free myself and scramble away, she flipped her arm out from her body, casting her edge-weighted nylon throw net like one of those Hawaiian fishermen. It instantly spread out in all directions so that I could not even begin to move away before it fell on me. I tried to toss the net off, but Laura kept throwing additional sections of it on me to further entangle me. I struggled desperately in the tough net, only to become enmeshed more and more hopelessly, making useless any attempt at resisting her.

"Oooh you don't know how hot you are dressed in a miniskirt and thrashing around all tied up like that".

Only then did she run and throw herself onto me. She wrestled me until she had me even more tightly bound in the net, and the only resistance I could offer was a feeble series of jerks. When she had made sure that I was completely helpless, on my back and unable to move, she calmly mounted me and raped me through the net. She stared into my eyes, mocking me as my body went stiff with pain. This time she indulged in the added torment of reaching down and giving me some hand action to make me hard, the last thing I needed at that moment. Once again the KTB did its baleful work. I tried to scream but could not. What horror will she invent next?

From time to time Laura wearied of the sameness of my appearance, and for her amusement made me dress in an almost endless variety of feminine outfits. She would bring these with her and throw them in my face with an order to "put this on" and the threat of a whipping if I disobeyed. A white tennis dress, a black one piece spandex bathing suit, a schoolgirls' plaid skirt and sweater, a cheerleader outfit, a ballerina's tutu, a maid uniform and a slinky nylon nightgown were among the attire she forced me to wear. Although I was fully aware that Laura's intent was to humiliate me to the max, and she was certainly successful at first, I gradually accepted them as in some way compensating for the rough treatment she gave me. Why? Funny you should ask. They felt so soft and smooth against my skin! Were they beginning to have some weird effect on my mind? I mean, what's going on when you start having dreams in which you are dressed in these clothes and getting seduced and laid by a woman taking the active aggressive role?

I spent days, weeks struggling against the terrible chastity device which held me firmly in its grip. When not being raped by Laura I tore at the light but strong KTB that bound and controlled my sex, tugged, bucked and thrust in horny frustration. I rubbed against the kitchen doorway, I humped the mattress edge. Try as I might to find some way around the device, erections were extremely painful. I could not come and could not get the thing off. I'd read it's possible to come without having an erection but was unable to 'pull off' this feat. Many times I gave up, only to begin again when my desire for sexual release became too powerful to resist. Once while Laura had got on top and was about to penetrate me, she became a bit careless, omitting her usual precautionary ritual. I managed to grab her around the waist and climb on top of her and rub my crotch area against her ass for a few seconds as if I were fucking her. She instantly tossed me off and gave me a terrible whipping as I cowered in agony, then left the room and returned hiding something behind her back.

"I have something for you that I'm sure you'll enjoy" she commented with a sarcastic note, and pounced on me, pinning me down. "Arms behind, Jane!" She didn't wait but wrenched my arms behind me and stuffed them into what felt like a stretchy cloth tube of some sort. Then the lights went out.

For the next six hours she kept me in the strong multilayer black nylon spandex sheath that forced my arms tightly together behind me and extended up over my shoulders and head. I think she said it was made from long-leg bicycle shorts, my arms contained in one leg and my head in the other. One pair was not strong and secure enough. Laura used three! Even if you are a bondage enthusiast, without experiencing this punishment you cannot know how horrible it is to be bound in this way, in a dark, hot and sweaty skin- tight prison, your arms bent into an unnatural position and your breathing partly obstructed. I tried lying on my left side, my right side, my back, my front, sat upright. This last gave the least discomfort, but I expended energy to do it. So I just kept changing positions, eventually realizing that I would never find comfort while confined in this restraint. The heat and sweat and desperation that I felt only increased. My self-discipline gave way; I struggled in frenzy against the elastic that contained me and the cycle of agony began all over again. This panic-inducing sheath was truly designed to drive its victim into madness; the whip was nothing compared to it. When Laura finally stripped the awful thing off me I felt reborn. Arms useless, but fresh air! I hyperventilated and cried myself to sleep.

After this suffocating claustrophobic torture, as might be expected my rebellions nearly ceased. However the inescapable and relentless desolation of my existence began to close in on me like that evil black shroud; it was this aspect of my captivity that rapidly became more overwhelming than any other. I cried more and more easily and frequently. Over and over again ad nauseam, I played the silly video games on her computer trying to numb the pain and boredom of my existence. If only Laura had loaded chess software!

One day as I collapsed to the floor in despair after yet another losing contest with my chastity device, Laura slowly shook her head.

"You know Jane, I'm really pissed at you getting all sweaty in your sexy girly outfits. When will you give up hope and finally admit that my KTB has mastered you and stop resisting me?" she remarked.

"I'm sorry, I'm so frustrated I can't help it." A concise enough answer. Tears rolled down my face.

I have to admit being raped by Laura eventually became less painful and a more and more interesting but still exasperating experience. As she fucked me I became aroused in a kind of pervasive inner way but was always prevented from having a "male" orgasm, to my continual frustration. She had mastered the art of keeping me constantly "on the edge" of coming, without an erection, almost the very thing I had tried to achieve on my own! Is this what female orgasms are like? To avoid going crazy I taught myself to enjoy this limited state of arousal as if it were the real thing. Instead of merely stoically enduring her rapes I began to respond to her thrusts by rocking motions of my own. I expected her to disapprove my getting some pleasure, but oddly enough she purred her delighted approval.

After three months of this strange ordeal had passed I began to my surprise to look forward to Laura's daily visits. Was it just my imagination or was she mellowing? As I lowered my resistance to her, she took notice of this and became steadily more gentle, even bordering on loving, apparently forgetting her vow to break my ego. She no longer whipped me, although she still netted me into helplessness before the rape. She became slightly more considerate of my feelings and in return I began to try to satisfy her in every way I could. At first when she made me lie on my back, got on top and presented her pussy to me and forced me to lick it, it simply turned me off. It nearly made me vomit. However she was patient with me. After her persistent, gentle suggestions I began to lick her to several orgasms each time before she strapped on her dildo and fucked me.

However it could not be denied that my overall mental and physical condition was deteriorating, I was losing weight off my already bony frame, I was increasingly claustrophobic, still depressed and unable to sleep properly.

One day, something happened; the whole atmosphere was different. Laura arrived without her 'toys'. No net, no dildo, only her ordinary one piece black bathing suit. My eyes went wide, but I was silent. A thought something like 'Why awaken a sleeping rottweiler?' passed through my consciousness. She stopped and looked searchingly into my eyes, took my head in her hands and kissed me hard. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her and kissed her. She returned my affection. All the stress of the past months released as I clung to her and sobbed into her shoulder like a terrified child with its mother; she held me and comforted me rubbing my back in little circles.

"Laura, I don't know how to say it without sounding ridiculous, but I'm so lonely. I'm lonely and...I love you".

"I know, and I love you too...it's ok, it's ok, darling, let it all out, I won't leave you alone anymore".

Astonishment filled me at this last statement and she noticed. She gave me a tight squeeze and looked me in the face with her big grey eyes. She was weeping just as I was; it was the first time I had ever seen her show a tender emotion. I thought a moment then took the courage to say something I would never dream of saying to a girl in normal circumstances.

"I know this is going to sound crazy like some pop-psych thing, but remember when you told me in no uncertain terms that you were going to break my ego and replace it with a femmy girl? Well, the funny thing is, I now know Jane was hiding there deep down inside of me to begin with. Did I tell you I had dates with girls before we met, Laura? Nothing ever came of it. They knew I was different, and they rejected me".

A gentle, radiant smile lit up Laura's features like sunlight breaking out after a storm. Then she spoke to me as to a true love.

"I know now what I was really looking for, and it wasn't what I said before. I'm not ashamed of my feelings anymore either. You could have become totally sullen and resistant, fighting me every step of the way. But instead you have become sweet and concerned with my needs in spite of the terrible way I have treated you. You see, once years ago a man raped and beat me and left me for dead. After that violation I was so filled with hate that I had to revenge myself on men. I had to hurt them and humiliate them. I was blinded by rage, I didn't see that you were you, not a 'them'. It finally dawned on me how sad and lonely you were. At first I tried to steel myself to keep on hurting you; now I realize I can't bring myself to hurt you any more. You should have hated me. I expected it. I wanted to wash away my guilt with it. I would have used that to justify what I was doing but I never saw it in your eyes. Fear and pain, yes, but never hatred. You are different, my darling Jane. So wonderfully different. It's as if you sensed and understood my trauma and made allowances for that. I didn't see why that was but now I realize it's because not only did you have a very strong feminine side deep inside you yearning to express itself, but that you loved me! I know it's not nearly enough to say this, but I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry".

She too was sobbing now. She held me tightly; we rocked gently back and forth, and I distinctly heard that small voice in my mind accepting Laura's apology in spite of my harrowing experiences.

"It's ok, it's ok, it's all right" she assured me. "And there's more, Jane. I know now that what I've always been looking for is what's different about you. More and more I love you for who you are. More and more the real you, the feminine side of you, turns me on. I don't know if that makes me a lesbian or not, and I don't care".

I now held on to her for dear life, in fear that she would leave me alone again.

We dried each others tears. She put her arms round my waist.

"What's the first thing you'd like to do?" as she seductively patted my cheerleader-skirted rear, her hand again moving in circles, massaging me.

"Give you one guess" I said.

It occurred to me at that moment that this was surely one of the most bizarre courtships in all history, and that it was from my point of view the most startlingly revelatory of my own inner nature. With rising joy I knew for certain she would now release me from her slavery of chains and the torment of the chastity and we could begin a more normal relationship, free of collars, leashes and KTBs. We would then do what I had fantasized about: Laura would have me lie on my back and she would ride me for hours controlling me until at last I came inside her, both of us enveloped in ecstasy.

For a second, several emotions including puzzlement chased each other across her face.

"No no, my girl, I am sorry I can never let you go. I must keep you leashed and in your chastity device, since you are no longer a boy but my girl now. But I won't leave you alone anymore. I will stay with you and I will love you, gently and tenderly, as a girl should be loved".

"I was hoping......". My heart fell. No, actually it collapsed; I was crushed by this unanticipated shock. Again I wept bitterly on her shoulder.

"There, there, now sweetie". She hugged and comforted me, rubbing my back. "You are still my femmy girl Jane, after all... no, don't worry, I won't use the sheath on you any more, at least not for minor infractions. And I promise I will take you out every day for good food, fresh air and exercise dressed in your feminine finery. With some hidden but effective restraints on you, naturally".

I trembled at the thought of what "hidden restraints" might be. Then the truth flooded into my brain. Having my lover, my soulmate Laura with me made up for all of that. You must have had some odd intuition about me; you must have read me when you first approached me on the beach, without consciously knowing it. You said I was a natural, remember?

An overwhelming enlightenment as blinding as Zen satori took possession of me at that moment. Of course. Everything made sense for the first time. All the details. The fine features, the long hair, the sexual passivity (at eleven years old my nonplussed mother thought it necessary to inform me that the man always pursues the woman; an idea I found incomprehensible and indigestible), the preference for pet cats over dogs, the response to crossdressing. It all fits. Between the legs I was male; between the ears I was female, or at least half female. To the greater world, a defective creature, an outcast, an outsider. But you accepted me for what I am. Yes, Laura, I will always be your femmy girl. That will be my solace in the life of chastity and chains that lies ahead of me. When I looked at my old life head on, what was it but a living death?

As these thoughts crystallized, I knew truly that I was Jane, Laura's girl, now and forever.

Laura saw my acceptance of my fate registered in my face, giggled maliciously, embraced and kissed me for what seemed eternity. Then she went back to fetch her diabolical throw-net and infamous double headed strap-on dildo.

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