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Pegging startThis is a strap-on,” Doris said. She hardly needed to tell methat; the shape of the object and the harness she had in her otherhand told me more than I wanted to know. “I think it’s time youwere broken to a strap-on,” she told me. “I’ve wanted to do thisever since I got you into panties.””You aren’t putting *that* in me!” I protested.”No, I’m not,” she said. “You are.””I am what?””Putting this thing in you. It’s always best to start that way.That’s what Ann told me, and she’s been plowing Greg foryears. That way you have complete control over…well, overeverything. You can control how fast it goes in, and how deep.If I do it, I’ll have to force you, and that will hurt. A lot.”I could believe that.Doris had warned me before we were engaged that she liked to bethe dominant partner. I had been nervous; the thought of beinghenpecked didn’t appeal to me a bit. There had been a henpeckedhusband in our neighborhood when when I was growing up. The poorfellow had been a laughing stock, and it had almost put me offmarriage altogether.Well, I needn’t have worried. Doris is kind and loving, nevercritical, never overbearing. She’s in control, and she controlsme, but she does it in such a sweet way that I can’t resist. Shemakes me *want* to comply, to be led.But did that include having something that big up me? It was solarge. I said so.”It’s the smallest size they had. And once you’re broken, you’llbe taking much bigger than that.”She handed it to me. It was flesh-colored, molded of some soft andslightly flexible plastic. A fairly prominent crown, and littleblood vessels standing out along its length. It wasn’t the largestdildo I’d ever seen; actually somewhat less than life-sized, if myown equipment was anything to go by. Some of those I’d seen in toystores were monsters; this was a scant 6 inches long and only aboutan inch in diameter–actually a little under-endowed. But facedwith the prospect of having it in me, I thought it was enormous.I was nervous, but I was curious, too. The thought of being takenthat way by my wife was alluring. I had read about men being güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri hadthat way, and I had thought it must be a hot experience. I wasboth eager and reluctant: figure that out.I stripped down for her. “On your back,” she said. “Comes outcleaner that way, Ann says.” She had had me clean myself outbeforehand, but obediently I lay on my back. Doris gently applieda lubricant to my bottom and to the end of the dildo.Nervously, I touched the tip to the place where it was supposed togo. Cold. I felt myself tighten up. That would never do. Iwanted to show Doris how easily I could accommodate it. I wantedto make her proud of me.I pressed some more. Not nice. Strange, I had had my temperaturetaken back there. But a thermometer is tiny, not like this monster.”You mustn’t push. Don’t force it. Ease it in, Ladyboy. Press itgently. Make your bottom *want* it.”I eased off. Waited for my body to relax for it. The musclesloosened, and I tried to imagine them deliberately widening toadmit it. They did, a bit. I thought about her name for me,Ladyboy. That usually relaxed me; the name was like atranquillizer. Ladyboy.I wasn’t pushing at all, now. Just enough pressure to keep it fromslipping out. I thought about those lady boys in, where was it?Bangkok, that was the place. I had a picture of one. Sulky, c***d-like face, little hemispherical breasts, and…”something extra,”as they like to say. I pictured myself looking like that. As sooften, I wondered what it would be like to make a living thatway…? At that thought my muscles opened, a bit. And it slippedin, just a bit, using the opening and enlarging it.”There you go, Ladyboy. Now don’t force it. Hold it right thereand get used to the feel.”But now I wanted to go further. So I did force it, just a littlebit. And it moved in a fraction more. I could feel it there.Stretched a little more. Think relaxation. Think Ladyboy.My Ladyboy opening eased a bit more, and I pressed on–or in. Itwasn’t exactly pain, but it was more than discomfort. Graduallybeing opened. No, not just opened (I thought youwin güvenilir mi as I pushed itanother bit in), expanded was a better word.”Now, don’t tense up,” Doris said. “Ann said this was thecrucial point. Tense up and it will pop right out again. Staythere and get used to it.”I waited. Tried to relax. I didn’t think muscles stretched thatfar could relax. What to do…? What if I imagined my gut pullingon it, sucking it in…. Physically impossible, but…there…itsomehow worked. I felt the head pass the outermost ring of muscle.Now it actually did hurt. I felt not just stretched, but insanelyviolated, opened up beyond all reason, beyond what the body wasdesigned to take. I once heard of someone having a baseball batshoved up there. I could imagine now how that must have felt.But now I wanted more. There’s something tremendously sexy aboutbeing penetrated back there, and the sexy feeling was beginning totake hold. Ladyboy. That was me, Doris’s ladyboy, the girly boywho had been a girl for her in so many other ways.In some more. I could feel it inside, now. I hadn’t realized thatyou could feel down there, inside. But now, as I slowly, slowlyeased it further in, it seemed as if I could feel the littleirregularities, and especially the rim of the crown, as they slidsoftly over the tissues.And all the time, that wildly stretched feeling. I was beingviolated. ****d. Only I was my own r****t, r****g myself as thedildo advanced, slowly, gently, inexorably.”Watch out for the bend,” Doris suddenly said. I remembered theanatomical drawings she had shown me. Going straight in, and thenmaking a bend, almost ninety degrees, heading toward the back. Iwas going to have to negotiate that soon.”Ooooh!” I suddenly cried out.”Something wrong?” she asked.I gasped. “No. That was my prostate.” I hadn’t expected it tofeel so good. Being examined by my doctor had never been like this!”Well, something likes it.” I hadn’t even realized that I hadan erection. When a stimulus is powerful enough to draw yourattention from *that*…! I realized that it was perabet not only hard,but oozing.I felt another ring of muscles, further inside, being stretched.That’s it…in you go. Into Ladyboy’s lady ass. How right Doriswas; I couldn’t have stood it if she had forced me. For once, shewas actually giving up control; she had put me in charge of my owndeflowerment.Then…tbe bend…was that it? I seemed to be meeting resistance.I shifted the angle a bit. Was there any place for it to go?No…no… Maybe I’m not there yet. A little further…I was gladthe dildo was flexible. And…there it went. I had negotiated thebend. Does it get easier with time, I wondered. When Doris entersme, will she be able to manage that bend?Ah, but now it was sliding smoothly in, and the filled feelingsuddenly turned into a pleasant fullness. I’ve read so manystories in which the pain of being taken suddenly turned topleasure, and I had never believed it. Too facile by half. Butthat was what was happening to me. To say that the pain was gonewas an exaggeration, but there was something almost luxurious abouthaving it in me. Something actually luxurious about the continuingpain, the forcible way it kept me in mind of just what I was doing.More than just luxury; this was a sensual feast!I felt the molded balls on the end pressing me, and at the samemoment Doris gave a little cry of triumph: “All the way in! That’smy Ladyboy! Doesn’t that feel nice?” Yes, I had gotten it all theway in, and it did feel nice. Now, suppose I moved it out and in,as if Doris were…This is something you have to experience; I can’t describe it foryou. But as it slid in and out, as the crown and all the littlelife-like surface veins and irregularities moved over my tissuesand stimulated them, every detail was a new pleasure. Like sex;not as intense but longer lasting.”Honey Mistress…” That was my special term of endearment. Ididn’t have to address her as Mistress; she told me at the verybeginning that she thought that was “a lot of foolishness.” But Isaved it for special occasions; whenever she was controlling me inan unusually pleasurable way, I let her know by calling her HoneyMistress. “Honey Mistress,” I said again, “if this is what it’sgoing to be like when you’re doing it, you won’t have to ask me.I’ll be asking you. Begging you….”We were going to have to get the next size up, and soon….

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