The Device

By DX

Copyright, 5/2025, all rights reserved.

 I met my old lover at a tech convention.  

 As I set up my booth, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, up the row of fellow merchants, and there she was.  It was the curves I remembered, her muscle wrapped amazon legs that went on forever, and the sweep of her battleship breasts.  At first I thought it must be someone else, but it was her, and I instantly remembered the press of her soft lips, the warmth of her body against mine, and the raging heat of her loins as she enveloped my turgid member.

 Like a zombie, I made my way up the row, dodging the press of other merchants scrambling to set up, and walked up to her.  

 Her perfume wrapped me like a warm blanket.

 “Hello, Claire.”  I said, trying to be all cool as she turned.  “It’s me…”

 “Mack!”  She squealed and launched at me.  

 “You remembered… Umm!”  She planted her wonderful lips against mine and suddenly it was twenty years ago when she was an impetuous mustang and I was a goofy kid struggling to keep up with her thunderous charge.  She held me, and I felt her all too familiar breasts against my chest.  When she parted, I gasped.  “I thought you wouldn’t recognize me.”

 “Oh, my Mack!”  She blinded me with her smile and pressed her lips against mine again.  “You haven’t changed!”  She exclaimed as we broke.  “How are you?  No wait!”  She touched my chest.  “You are wonderful!”

 I let out a laugh.  “I’ve a few more miles on the odometer.”  I took her in.  “You look wonderful.”

 She gave me a side glance.  “Do I?”  She reached down and brushed her hand subtly against my fly and felt for my stirring member.  “Oh, yes!  I’ve still got it!”  She took my hand and held it up.  “No ring?”  Her eyes flickered.  “Excellent.  Is it too early to make dinner plans?”

 Desperate to take some control back I laughed nervously.  “So what have you got going here?”

 She glanced dismissively at her booth.  “We’re selling As Seen On TV crap.”  She sneered, glancing at the items being put on display.  She then looked up at the man behind the table.  “Oh, Mack,”  She said remembering.  “This is my boyfriend.”

 There I was, one arm draped around her waist, her arm around mine, and the boyfriend right there.

 I shouldn’t have been surprised.  Claire was intelligent, charming, and explosive in bed.  Her beauty was disarming and cutting.  Her smile could flay a man’s soul.  Of course she would have a boyfriend.  

 Claire never slept alone.

 Trying to act as if I wasn’t just making out with his girlfriend, I held out my hand.  “Hey, I’m Mack.”

 In the din of the convention all, I could barely hear his response.  “I’m George.”  He grinned at me.

 I saw his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

 He clasped his hand in mine and I gave it a congratulatory shake, a bit of; man to man, you got a hell of a woman and I envy the fuck you are about to receive, but his grip was a little lackluster, and I might have over done it.

 He was clean shaven, his hair a little thin, and a bit of baby fat to his cheeks.  He wasn’t a bad looking guy.  He was young, younger than me by a decade at least.  Claire and I were the same age, so I guessed that his dry toast aura magically changed to a hopped up street racer full of youthful exuberance in bed.  Let’s face it, if he didn’t, Claire would chew him up and spit him out.  Claire wasn’t one to waste time and was unapologetic.  If you didn’t measure up, she moved on.  Claire was a radiant lighthouse of seething sexuality, guiding many to her rocky shores, and there was always a line to take your place.  

 I decided not to make things any more awkward.  “Well, I gotta go finish setting up before the crowd comes in.”  I glanced at Claire.  “I’ll see you… ulp!”

 She planted her lips on mine, and her tongue flashed in.  I gently pushed her back, cognizant of her boyfriend standing right there, and broke the kiss.

 I went back to my table, my lips still warm, and yes, my cock still stirring.  When you were with Claire, you were with Claire.  When you were not with Claire, she was a free, sexual, and very wild spirit.  She was a goddess, with long curly hair, suave skin, and polar icecap eyes.  

 It was a little weird for her to be that open in front of her current boyfriend, and I couldn’t help but fantasize they were on the way out and she was thinking of rekindling an old flame, but it was just that: Fantasy.  Claire didn’t need a middle aged couch dweller like me anymore.  She needed a stallion.

 I grinned, and decided to live vicariously through George.

 “Go get ‘em, kid.”  I whispered my encouragement.

 But as the convention began, and the crowd shuffled in, I couldn’t help but peer up the row and watch Claire work her magic.

 She stood in front of her table like a temple of beauty, beguiling customers in.  She didn’t have to sell anything.  She left her aura to do that.  She only had to smile, admire someone’s watch, or tie, and they would linger, and then buy something as an excuse to stay a little longer.

 At my table, I handed out some pamphlets, explained the tech, and got some positive nods, which was to be expected.  My goal was to get my name out there and hopefully drum up some future business.

 As I talked to one potential customer, I noticed Claire walk over and pick up my brochure and carefully began to read it.  This caused other potentials to slow as they passed, step back, and pick up a brochure.

 Then she began her magic.

 It took her less than a minute to grasp the tech, analyze the market and customer base, learn the lingo, and line them up.

 I was starting a new side gig.  In the city were hundreds of manufacturers operating machines built during the industrial revolution that currently ran held together by bent paperclips and a prayer.  I had dumped all my savings into a fabricator that when programed properly, could take a hunk of metal, steel, iron, aluminum, and carve it into whatever you needed; meaning I could produce replacement parts for hundred plus year old machines.

 I had spent all day with casual glances and handed out four pamphlets.  Claire had them signing up and placing orders in minutes.

 By the end of the day I had to stop taking sales as I was now on six month back order.  

 I blinked, stunned.  “I owe you dinner!”

 She smiled devilishly.  “George is securing our booth,”  She looked at my table.  “and you don’t have any actual merchandise,”  She looked up at me, her blue eyes peering through her long lashes.   “Walk me up to my hotel room and let me change.”

 I looked abashed.  “Oh, I think I’m going to need adult supervision.”

 “Why?”  She leaned slightly and showed off her cavernous cleavage.  “We’re both adults.”

 I glanced nervously up the row where George was.

 She leaned close.  “He can get his own adult.  I already told him I was going to fuck you.”

 I blushed.  “I should get condoms.”  I murmured in a half joke.

 Claire almost laughed.  “I know you, Mac.”

 We made out in the elevator.

 She took my hand, slipped it under her skirt, and plunged my fingers up into fiery snatch as she sucked deep on my tongue.  The doors opened for another floor and we unhitched and stood there while someone boarded.  They took one look at us standing against the back of the elevator, and decided to take another car.

 We went at it when the doors closed again.

 On her floor, we ran to her room giggling like teenagers.  Once inside, we stripped off our clothes before the door closed.

 Claire grabbed me, pushed me down in to the chair and quickly mounted me.  She slid her glistening snatch against my throbbing manhood before sliding me deep within.  She shuttered, her nails digging in, and I felt her warm tunnel spasm.

 “Don’t move.”  She commanded, and rocked her hips ever so slightly.  She leaned forward with her pendulous melons and pressed her nipple into my mouth.

 I sucked like a starving man and she came hard as her powerful body clenched tightly against me.  She screamed like a thunderstorm.

 “Oh, fuck!”  She panted, shivering.  “That was… fuck I missed you.”  Shuddering, she climbed off me.  “Give me a moment, let me finish you.”

 I opened my mouth to speak, but she shushed me with a kiss.  

 “You be quiet now.”  She whispered.  “Oh, I needed that.”  She shifted to her knees and held my cock.  “Just as I need this.”

 I felt her lips ring around me as her talented tongue went to work.  She slowly nodded her head, pushing just to the point of gagging, and I clutched the arms of the chair as I felt my wave build.

 Her lips, her hot tongue curling like a lizard, her soft cheeks like a cave to the center of the Earth, Claire touched the all the points using the map she had made of my dick so long ago.

 I grunted like a raged bear as I came.

 I laid back in the chair, amazed and stunned.

 Claire got up, a little shaky, and glanced at me with a dubious look, her cheeks a little bulging.  She gave me a casual side glance, then slipped over to the door of her connected suite and opened it.

 Sitting on the edge of the bed was George.

 She walked up to him, grabbed his face, and pinched his jaw until it opened, then threw her mouth over his.  When he gagged from the sudden, salty brine she spat into his mouth, she held onto him.  “Don’t you dare spit it out.  And don’t you swallow it!”  She barked.  “Hold it on your tongue.  I want you to taste a real man’s cum!  You hold it there until I come back.”

 She came back into the room, and closed the door behind her.

 She was smirking.

 I didn’t know what had just happened, but I was hard as a rock.



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The Perfect Bride
By DX
Copyrighted 8/2024

Adam signs up for a three month stint as a perfect date, but Barbra might have other plans.
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Announcement

By DX

A woman announces to her husband a few changes in their life.  She makes him legally sign over his life and become her personal, cock sucking sissy faggot!  

Femdom, sissy, permanent chastities, surgical implants!

Copyrighted 7/2017, 5/2023, all rights reserved.

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His face was emotionless as the lawyer laid each form before him, and explained in absolute detail what they were for.  First, was signing over his savings, bank accounts, 401k, everything in his life with value, to me.

His hand trembled as he picked up the pen.  His eyes flicked up to me, and then to the form, before he scrawled his signature quickly.

He signed his life away.

I made him wear a suit and tie.  I don’t know why, maybe to make it all so official.  It would certainly be the last time he ever wore a suit again.  

The next forms took the house out of his name and put it into mine.  

Then the cars.  

Mine.  

He signed until he had absolutely nothing.

Fifteen years of marriage had culminated to this.

I thought he was going to cry as she set out the divorce papers.

We were normal in the beginning.   Man and wife and future bright.  We were happy too.   It was our third year, or maybe forth, when it began innocently enough; rabbit fur cuffs and velvet paddles.  We giggled as we tried to figure out who got to tie up whom.  Gradually, rabbit fur graduated to leather, then rope, and then steel.  The paddle changed from friendly spanks and blushing bottoms to bruises, then welts, then contusions seeping blood.

Somewhere in there it was no longer who was going to tie up whom.  It would be me doing the tying.  I announced it embarrassingly, “I want to tie you up.”  And then I did, following the pictures from a Shinbari ‘how-to’ book.   Seeing him helpless was a distinct turn on; flopping around on the bed, trying to lick my pussy while trying to stave off my cat-of-nine tails, was an absolute thrill.

I switched to handcuffs.  There’s a reason why the cops use them; quick on, quick off.  No wasting time dealing with yards and yards of rope.  I’d come home from work, drag him into the bedroom, cuff him spread eagled and sit on his face until he made me come or he suffocated.  A few times I did grind my pussy so hard into his face, cutting off his mouth and nose, that he ‘whited’ out.

We went from a couple hours on the weekend to whole weekends.   After a while, bondage and beating his ass became the normal.  When he complained, there were more beatings.

Year Six, I think it was, I announced I was canceling our vacation plans.  I cuffed him, spanked him, and told him he would spend the next two weeks pleasing me.  He agreed, still thinking it was just our little sex game.

At the time I did too. 

How wrong we were.

I announced he would wear a French Maid’s outfit.  He cooked, cleaned and serviced me and I laughed out loud as I watched him through the front window as he took the garbage out to the curb and had to explain to our neighbor he had lost a bet.  He whined at me when he got back in so I gagged him, cuffed him, and put him in the trunk at the end of our bed.  Asphyxiation was a real threat so I let him out after a while, but made him sleep on the floor while I sat in bed with my lap-top and ordered a cage on-line.  It would be big enough for him to stay crouched in but I could leave him in it for longer periods.

Although the vacation had ended, I still demanded he do all the cooking and chores.   I did imply it was because my job was so demanding (and it was), but also mentioned I was the main breadwinner, ooooh, another deadly strike into his dwindling ego.  I bought him ‘how-to’ videos to improve his domestic skills and demand he study them carefully.  His response was to become passive-aggressive, which I did not tolerate for a second.  I locked him in his little cage all weekend and fed him only watery broth until he begged to be let out, promising to do better.

Sometime after that I announced he would do something about his body hair.  He had scrawly, sporadic body hair that I thought was rather unkempt.  “If I have to shave my body, so do you!”  I wanted him clean and smooth and to help facilitate that he would start taking natural herbal feminine hormone supplements as well as shaving.  I told him he would look hot and man-sculpted.  “All the guys are doing it these days.”

I didn’t want him to be a woman, as if that is some, demeaning thing, but I didn’t want him to be a man either.  I didn’t have a plan as to what I wanted because I didn’t know what I wanted.  Neither of us did.  I guess I wanted to break down his psyche to make him more pliable and certainly less argumentative; and when I say, argumentative, I mean whiny.  I sincerely didn’t think the supplements would do anything but I thought the mental idea of it would mess with him.

And that was where I was getting off.  Messing with him.

The more ‘not fun’ it was for him, the more of a turn on it was for me.  I didn’t understand it then and I don’t think I fully understand it now, here in the lawyer’s office.  As he scripted every letter of his name on the divorce documents, I could see hidden in the tiny wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, the twitch of pain like my riding crop leaving red ribbons crossing the back of his skinny thighs.  He was getting nothing.  No stipend, no alimony, and no liability, meaning he couldn’t come back and sue me later.

Who could imagine it would come to this?  Back then we still thought it was a game that would only go so far.

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

The female supplements actually worked.  His body hair thinned noticeably and he didn’t have to shave as often.  I flattered him by telling him how much I enjoyed his look and announced I had made an appointment for him at a salon.  “It’s a man thing now.  It’s how men look their best.”  It wasn’t until we had arrived that he realized it was the first in a series of sessions in electrolysis to permanently remove his body hair.  All of it.   He protested but I told him they were already paid for.  Besides, what did he need body hair for anyway?  “On you it only looks stupid: a throw back to Neolithic man.”  

His face was beet red as the clinician started on his balls!

I struggled not to laugh as he looked so much like a sad, little boy.  Once we got home I rewarded him by chaining him to the bed and giving him a slow hand job, stopping each time he was about to climax before letting him finally come in a whiskey glass.  I then gagged him with a funnel, added a little water to the glass, swirled it to get it mixed, and poured it down his mouth, forcing him to swallow his own cum.  I announced from then on if ever he came he would swallow his semen.

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