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                      Making of a Mistress



                             WARNING



This story contains sex among consenting people not generally

considered to be legal age. See "About Making of a Mistress" for

the reasons why. If this offends you, stop reading now. The

author suggest that you view this story totally as a fantasy, and

use it only in consensual adult role playing.



This article also contains a strong female domination theme. If

this offends you, you are reading the wrong newsgroup.



                                          E-mail always welecome.

                                          Mule



                              -=o=-



                      Making of a Mistress

                            Chapter 3

                           SUSAN AGAIN



Ken said that he was glad he caught Susan in an embarrassing

sexual situation. It confirmed her real orientation towards boys.

She was a "doer" rather than just a "looker". She wasn't

satisfied unless she could actually play with the real thing. He

commented that she needed a "safe" boy to play with. Susan didn't

need to be told that! She lamented that some girls were lucky,

they had younger brothers to experiment with. She had nobody. He

was quick to correct her. He said that she now had an older

"brother" to play with. He wanted to play with himself with Susan

watching since he started living in the house, but didn't know

how to bring up the subject. Now, he said, they had the perfect

arrangement.



Susan asked him when they could start, and he answered by

standing up and revealing his half erect cock sticking out of his

fly. Susan took him by the hand, and lead him downstairs where

she had him quickly erected to his full 7 inches. She made a

comment about how wise he was to take his penis out when he was

talking to her since there plainly wasn't enough room in his

pants for it. She suggested that he would probably be more

comfortable if he took them off.



Ken complied by getting completely undressed. This was a rare

treat for Susan since she usually didn't make her boys get

undressed due to the danger of having to do a quick coverup. At

most, she would have them pull down their pants and underwear,

although she usually worked through the boy's fly.



Susan enjoyed her close up view of Ken's body even more than

those she caught of him coming out of the shower. In addition to

a simply gorgeous cock, Ken's muscular frame accentuated his

maleness. His large chest tapered into a narrow waist pointing to

a triangle of pubic hair which nicely outlined his sexual organs.

>From the back, Susan noticed he had strong legs ending in very

cute buns.



Due to the late hour, and Susan's mother coming home from work,

they didn't have as much time to play as they desired. Susan

would have loved to have continued fingering him. She groped for

the words to ask him to do what she wanted to see most. Somehow

asking him, "Play with yourself," didn't seem to be the right

wording. Ken put her out of her embarrassment by asking her if

she wanted to see him "jerk off." She gulped a simple "yes," and

sat on the couch while Ken knelt in front of her and masturbated.



Susan felt so honored. She saw herself as a queen with her humble

slave kneeling before her offering her his greatest gift. Susan

watched as he approached orgasm. His already enlarged cock seemed

to grow even bigger and harder. It certainly got fatter and

redder. His breaths began to come in gasps, and his entire

essence seemed to be wrapped up in his one hand. She knew that

getting a boy to this point would make him extremely vulnerable,

and she wished she knew how to get that power. She had a tough

time deciding whether to watch the reaction on his face or what

was going on with his penis. Finally, with a groan, Ken let off

with numerous jets of creamy white come right at Susan's feet. It

was the most exciting moment of her young life.



She thought of Ken's masturbation, and the depositing his come at

her feet like a cat who brings his mistress a mouse as a present -- 

perversely pleasant, and the ultimate in flattery. As she sat

there looking at the pools of semen between her sneakers, Susan

knew that this was something every girl should see, and she

wanted more of it.



                              -=o=-



When Susan saw Ken (all of him) again on the following Monday,

she had a new proposal. She told him that since she was

satisfying his fantasy, he should consider satisfying hers. (As

if she weren't getting enough already). She told him that she had

an imaginary playmate, a younger sister, in fact. She would teach

her sister all the things a girl should know. (She didn't tell

Ken that she considered one of the jobs of a big sister is to

show her little sisters what boys looked like). She proposed that

if Ken would switch his role from big brother to little sister,

she would give his penis all the attention it deserved.



Ken agreed to this, and his training (or a Susan put it, his

"feminization program") began immediately. She decided to start

him off at the beginning. She treated him as her new-born baby

sister.



Getting some of the supplies she needed wasn't all that

difficult. A trip to the supermarket had her well stocked with

baby powder, baby oil, bottles, bibs, and just about everything

else she needed except diapers. Her mother had some old diapers

from when she was a baby, but they were way too small.



At first she used towels, but then decided to make her own

diapers on the sewing machine. The "pattern" was unbelievably

simple. She had a pink bonnet that fit well enough. (Homo sapiens

are born with disproportionately big heads, their bodies sort of

grow out under it as they mature). She also had a night shirt

left over from a couple of years ago on Ken, it made a nice

dressing gown.



After she diapered him, she fed him his bottle. Ken was always a

good milk drinker as any athelete should be. He sucked his bottle

(or "bot bot" as he later came to call it) hungrily. Ken actually

enjoyed the way she hugged him as she rubbed her hand on his back

and patted it to burp him.



As he usually did in the afternoon after he ate, Ken had some

very normal biological needs. Susan waited for him to wet and

dirty his diapers. Ken, of course, obliged.



The two of them would break out of role play enough for Ken to

walk to the bathroom for his cleanup and bath.



Susan gave him his bath, making sure that everything was clean.

Ken palyed his part well enough, splashing around, and getting

Susan wet. Finally, she had him lay down as she applied the baby

oil. She divided her time equally front and back gently working

one of her fingers into his anus as she rubbed the oil into his

cute buns. She wondered how much the average mom spent rubbing

oil on her son's penis. She was sure it wasn't the 15 or so

minutes she spent.



In the following weeks, Susan engaged Ken in all kinds of little

girl's games. He was taught how to play house, was the naked

guest of honor at a tea party, and soon learned the names of all

of Susan's dolls. Of course, Susan took time out often during the

play to have Ken jerk off for her. Susan had no problem

commanding him to do so after the first day.



One of the most memorable points during Ken's training was the

day she and Ken played "dress up". They found a large selection

of women's clothes in the garage, and it provided Susan with

hours of fun. She was thoroughly amused watching Ken struggling

into a girdle and bra. Most of the clothes simply weren't built

for his physique. There was quite a noticeable bulge in front.

Susan learned quickly that bikini panties were out of the

question. Even the large, full-sized panties could barely contain

Ken's erected cock. Short shorts were totally inadequate as were

mini skirts. No matter how he tried to adjust them, his penis

stuck out somewhere.



Susan did find one outfit for him that fit rather well. She would

have preferred extremely feminine underwear, but had to settle

for plain while nylon panties (she found a pair of extra large to

hold his penis), and panty hose. She selected a grey and red

plaid, calf length skirt (on Ken it was just below the knee), and

a silk blouse with plenty of lace. She did up the wig they found

into a hair style that went along with Ken's features nicely. She

gave up on trying to teach him how to use makeup, so she wound up

applying it herself. She was extremely satisfied with the

results. Ken looked very pretty. She was disappointed that she

couldn't find any shoes to fit him. It would have been a scream

to see him tottering around in high heels.



Susan decided that classic fashion was not what she wanted in a

look for Ken. If he were to be a little girl, then he should look

like one. The wig was redone in pig tails, the frilly blouse was

turned in for a plain light blue sleeveless one, and the skirt

replaced with a denim mini skirt matching the blouse. She added

some frilly tennis panties that did nothing to hide his sex

organs. They barely kept in his testicles, and helped keep his

penis standing straight up. They did accent his rear end nicely.

The skirt was so short that it merely draped down either side of

his penis.



Susan later supplemented the outfit with pom-pom socklettes and

light blue sneakers bought from a large women's shop. It was

exactly what she wanted; quite sporty yet very feminine. It gave

her a good view of his ass and penis (she loved to watch the way

it bounced up and down when he danced for her or played hop

scotch or jumprope), and he didn't even have to drop a stitch for

her when he masturbated so they could keep that activity

spontaneous.



While he was wearing his female apparel, Ken was the perfect

little girl. His every movement was in accordance with the sex he

was trying to portray. Even out of drag, in his regular clothes,

Susan noticed a subtle feminine gracefulness in his movements.

She was quite happy that he was starting to think like a girl.



- Mule



























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