Secrets Pt. 11

Emily and Penny kissed and then Emily began tracing Penny's tattooed patterns around her body with a finger. "These are sexy. I've never even considered getting tattooed. Too permanent."

Her touch tickled, and Penny enjoyed the loving feeling. She decided that she too was curious, about Emily's own fetish. She'd never been into latex, or a big fan of butt plugs, either. Especially for long-term wear. She began questioning her about her passions. Fair is fair, after all.

Emily went into more detail of her love for the kinky clothes and how they made her feel. And with more prodding from Penny, she moved on to try to explain why she enjoyed her anal plug and all that it entailed. The full feeling, the arousal as it moved within her, and even the feelings of internal expansion and the release that the enemas delivered.

Penny admitted to enjoying the occasional ass fucking she received from her Mistress, who was very good with the various strap-ons and vibrators in her extensive toybox. She explained that to her anal is also a very submissive and humiliating process. But one that she does on occasion, enjoy.

"Mistress always enjoys it a lot more than I do." Penny said. "I think she really gets a kick out of using her dildo on her male slaves' asses. To them it is really humiliating, especially when she milks them, too."

Emily had never heard the term, or the process, so Penny explained, "you can make a guy cum by massaging his prostate with a dildo up his ass."

"Wow, Kathy have you ever heard of that?" Emily asked.

Kathy, who had been half listening, and almost dozing, mumbled, "milking a man?"

"Yes."

"I have, but I've never done or seen it." Kathy said.

Penny giggled. "Mistress had me watch on several occasions, it made it even more humiliating for the poor guys. In fact, it's very effective on guys in chastity. They can get so horny and in need of release that a milking is actually good for them. But it's apparently not nearly as good as a real orgasm."

"And you don't have to unlock their cages." Kathy added.

Daphne was laying there listening in horror. And when Kathy mentioned not unlocking a chastity cage, she got really nervous.

"That would seem mean. Keeping a guy locked away, and never letting him really cum."

"It is torture." Penny answered. "Although gay guys take it up the ass, straight guys don't usually enjoy it. And then add to that the ruined orgasm of cumming while still locked up. It can drive a slave insane."

Everyone was silent for a few minutes, as they thought about Penny's point. Daphne was especially nervous. And then Emily made it worse!

She broke the silence. "Dave and I used to do each other in the ass. When we were both fitted with the catheters, that was our only option. We both wore plugs and cleansed ourselves with enemas, too."

"Emily!" Daphne said, angrily.

Realizing what she had done. Emily apologized, profusely. "Oh God, I'm sorry Daphne dear. I didn't know it was a secret."

Kathy chuckled. "It was. Daphne never told me about that. And we've never tried it."

Daphne was mortified. She'd never been comfortable with those adventures with Emily, and certainly didn't want to talk about them now, with Kathy, and certainly not with Penny, who she didn't know all that well.

Emily feeling worse, rolled over in place so she could snuggle up against poor Daphne. She hugged and kissed her, and whispered how sorry she was.

Daphne had a difficult time responding positively, to her attentions. But eventually she relaxed and kissed her back. She forgave her, but was still embarrassed. She was glad that the conversation had petered out and that Penny and Kathy were on the other side of the bed.

They all laid quietly, after that, at least for a while. Kathy and Penny understood that Daphne wasn't happy, and they gave Emily time to make amends with their lover.

When Emily and Daphne seemed to settle down, Penny feeling a little devilish, brought it all back up.

She turned to Kathy. "So, you've never milked him?" she asked, in a whisper.

"Force her to ejaculate?" Kathy asked, casually. "No, we like her cock, too much. And I think it would be mean."

Of course, Daphne overheard. She relaxed when she heard Kathy's answer.

Penny chuckled. "Mistress had one sub guy who she toyed with. She kept him locked in a cage, like Daphne's for a couple of months. It drove him crazy. He was always so horny, he'd do anything. And I mean anything! The poor guy's balls were so full he'd cry and beg to be let out so he could cum."

Penny paused, as she thought about those events. "She'd periodically, once every couple of weeks, milk him to give him some relief, so he wouldn't flip out."

"And what did the guy think about that?" Kathy asked. She was sure that he would have hated it.

"Oh, he liked it, and hated it. He really wanted out of the cage, and to poke his thing into a pussy. But it did solve his problem with sperm build up -- 'blue balls'. He complained that the sessions were nowhere near as good as real sex."

"Penny." Emily said interrupting, "I didn't know you had such a mean streak in you." And she reached behind and slapped the girl on her tattooed ass.

Penny squealed and then giggled. "I was just saying. Daphne just might find it exciting. She does like being locked up. You told me. She told me."

"Well never you mind." Emily said.

But then Kathy spoke up. "I think we might need to try that." Kathy said as she pushed herself up on her elbows and looked past Penny and Emily to eye Daphne, speculatively.

Daphne was terrified. She hadn't enjoyed it in the least, when Emily had used and abused Dave's ass hole. He'd only gone along with it for Emily's sake -- because she'd enjoyed it so much. She certainly didn't want to revisit those times, and she absolutely didn't want to be kept locked up for months and milked.

When Kathy saw the look on her face, she giggled. "Don't worry, lover, I was just kidding - I think."

"I wasn't." Penny said, and she laughed. "I'd be happy to try it out on Daphne, here and now. Show you all how it's done."

"No use trying it now. Daphne's balls are empty and her cock won't be ready for hours." Kathy said.

"Yes, unlike you girls I'm only one and done." Daphne said. And for once she was happy with tat situation. There were certainly times when she wished she could be multi-orgasmic like her lovers. But in this instance, she was pleased with her limitations.

"So, some other time?" Kathy asked, gently.

Daphne didn't want to answer. She hated the idea. But she was in no mood to argue.

When she didn't get a response, Kathy prompted him, "well?"

Daphne sighed, "If you don't mind, I'll pass on that game. Thank you very much Penny." She said sarcastically.

Kathy and Penny both chuckled.

"I'm too tired to argue." Kathy said, ending the discussion. But Daphne realized that the idea was still on the table. Kathy hadn't crossed it off the list. Damn!

They did all settle down to try and sleep. Shifting around to get as comfortable as they could. There was still a certain amount of caressing and groping going on but it was gentle and slow.

Penny found that she wasn't really ready for sleep. Although tired, she was still to wound up from all of the fun and sex. She found herself thinking more about Daphne. Whispering, she broke the silence. "Daphne dear, Of the three of you, I understand you the least. Would you mind answering some questions for me? Please?"

Daphne, sighing, rolled onto her side, and propped her head up on an elbow so she could look past Emily. "I guess." She whispered, back.

"If you'd rather not, I understand. It took me a long time to be able to talk about my sex life. My submissiveness, and being a sex slave to my mistress."

Daphne didn't really want to talk about herself. She barely understood her life as it was. But she had listened attentively when Penny had confessed to her fantasies, so she gave in, and nodded her assent. "It's okay."

Penny smiled. "Thanks." She said as she leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Well, I don't understand your fetish, and I'd like to." She paused for a moment, thinking, before she continued. "I mean, I understand that you love wearing women's clothes, but if you wear them all of the time, doesn't that mean you are trans-gender. You want to be a woman?"

Daphne didn't answer, because she really didn't know how to explain.

Penny could see that she was having a hard time, so she spoke up. "I know you're not into guys. You're not gay, you love women, not men. But did you always want to be a woman? A lesbian woman?"

Emily was listening in, curious. She was wondering the same thing, but hadn't ever wanted to put Daphne on the spot, like this.

Kathy was also listening to Penny's questioning, and it made her nervous. She felt pangs of guilt, as she thought about how she had actually been the driving force behind converting Dave to Daphne. Remembering back, she knew that Daphne was in fact her creation, and that Dave had never really expressed an interest in crossdressing, let alone being a transgender woman.

She did believe that Daphne was content with her current form. At least that was a good thing. And it did make her happy. She did listen intently to what her lover had to say for herself.

Daphne continued to lay quietly, thinking for several more minutes. Trying to figure out what to say. How to describe her feelings. It was really hard...

Finally, she began to explain, as best she could. She took a deep breath and dove in.

"Frankly, when I was younger, did fantasize about crossdressing, or being a woman. But I never dreamed of actually trying it. It just seemed too impossible. But then I met Kathy and everything changed."

She stopped to take another deep breath. Penny, and the other two, waited patiently for her to continue.

"I always thought of pretty women, like Kathy and you and Emily, had a feminine power over men. Guys, like Dave, like me back then, couldn't resist them. Their sexual power, their bodies, looks, sexy clothes. All of that. Allowed them to control the men around them. Get them to do anything they wanted, by offering the one thing that motivates every guy. Sex."

She looked at Penny to get some feedback. Penny was smiling quietly, and nodding encouragingly, so she continued.

"Back then, I would do anything to keep a woman happy, and get laid. And I was always jealous of that power that women had over me. And the women who I built a relationship with, the women I loved, seemed to sense that, and I let them take advantage of that power over me. And I loved it.

"Before Emily, my girlfriend introduced me to chastity and controlled my cock. And Emily took it farther with the catheter and butt plug. But I didn't mind."

Daphne paused, and reached over Penny and took Emily's hand, squeezing gently to let her know that he still loved her.

She appreciated her lover's sentiment. She knew she had pushed Dave too hard, and was relieved that there was no resentment.

"When I met Kathy, I fell deeply in love with her, and when she introduced me to crossdressing, I was shocked and uncomfortable, but also fascinated. I don't know if it was really a fantasy of hers, or just a game she liked to play, like when she was younger and working on her sister. But it brought my old, suppressed fantasies to life and I began enjoying it. It really turned me on.

"So, I went along with it. And slowly came to really enjoy it. So here I am!"

Daphne took another deep breath and rolled back onto the bed, closing her eyes. "I'm not really sure what I am, now. A crossdresser, or a transgender woman. I guess I'm whatever Kathy wants me to be."

Kathy then made her move. She crawled over Emily and Penny and laid on top of her lover. She hugged her and kissed her passionately and single-mindedly, and she was crying a bit, too.

Emily and Penny shifted over to give them more room.

Penny felt bad about her role in bringing about this emotional catharsis. She hadn't meant her questioning to bring out so much emotion.

Emily, looking at her, could tell that she was distressed, so she gently kissed her, and tried to reassure her. This is a good thing, she thought. Daphne needs to come to terms with who she has become. She also couldn't help but think that this would help get rid of Davie, too.

Kathy finally broke off the kiss and laid her head on Daphne's chest. "I love you. I never intended to force you into anything. Like you said it was a game for me. One I really enjoyed, and still enjoy. And I know I can be demanding and dominating, at times, and I know that you're a bit submissive, so I can see that this was kind of ordained. But I want you to know that if you don't like the way this has gone, and is going. We can call it off, and I swear I will still and always love you."

And she kissed her again. And they both enjoyed it.

When they came up for air, several minutes later, Daphne whispered. "I don't want it to end."

Kathy sighed, and Daphne hugged her and they kissed again. And then Daphne rolled the two of them onto their sides so she could lean up and look at all three of the girls in the bed.

"I do love being Daphne, and I love you, Emily. And you too Penny. I want this sex, and the life I live to continue, forever." And she smiled, and laughed, delightedly.

And all four of them pulled themselves into one big and crazy hug, as they lay and rolled around together on the bed. And they kissed and giggled, as they did.

And their antics lasted for a while before they began to break it up. They were all tired, and they all needed trips into the bathroom.

When they reconvened, cuddling in the bed, no one had the energy for anything but sleep.

When they awoke, Penny departed, early, before breakfast. She just pulled her dress on and headed out. It was almost as if she was embarrassed by the previous night's orgy.

As she kissed everyone goodbye, she did beg for a repeat performance. And they all agreed that they'd like that.

Later, while Emily was in the bathroom, giving herself her morning enema. Kathy and Daphne talked about the night's escapades.

"You're not really going to let Penny milk me, are you?" Daphne asked, timidly. "It doesn't sound like fun to me."

Kathy could see that her lover was concerned, afraid really, but she had spent some time thinking it over, last night before she fell asleep, and the thought had intrigued her. Especially after Daphne's admissions that she was happy with her fem life.

She had decided that she liked the idea. It sounded like be fun, in a bitchy kind of way.

Daphne had always been into the whole chastity and denial thing. She'd played with that fetish since her days as Dave. Kathy had reminded herself that he had actually designed the rules -- no sex during the week, to make it more enjoyable on the weekends when he allowed himself release.

So, she thought, if she could keep Daphne locked away for even longer periods, by granting her relief via milking, it would be an extension of his own kink, and it would also give her even more control over their cock. And that was something that she enjoyed. She did love Daphne's cock, and being fucked by it. But she had become increasingly captivated with the control she was able to exert over her lover. Her girl with a cock.

"Oh, come on lover, it would just an experiment. It won't hurt you. And I think it might do you some good."

"How so?" Daphne asked, skeptically. "Kathy, I've done everything you've asked me to do. Look at me! Why would you want to torture me like that?"

"Daphne, it's not torture. You know how wonderful your orgasms are after a little abstinence. And you know how wonderfully horny you get, and how obedient and beautifully feminine you act when you are horny from being denied. I think it would be a great experience for you."

She then leaned in and kissed her, and hugged her, but Daphne didn't respond. She was to upset by the proposed plan.

"And besides, I won't be the one milking you, when the time comes. It will be sexy Penny."

"Oh, that makes it all better." Daphne replied caustically.

"Well, it should. Just think about that sexy little slave girl working on you. Giving you all of that attention, and getting you off. I know you like her, and are turned on by her tattoos. Think about what it would be like if you did a sixty-nine, like that? What the view would be like as you ate her, and she pumped a dildo into your ass."

When she stopped and looked at her lover, she could see that her description had, indeed gotten her interested.

Daphne couldn't deny her fascination and love for Penny. Her tattooed body was kinky as hell. And her sex slave lifestyle was also a turn-on. But she was truly frightened about the implications of being milked to some sort of unfulfilling orgasm. And she was truly afraid of long-term implications. If Kathy decided she liked it, she just might lock her cock away and milk her, indefinitely. Daphne didn't want their routine to change. She was used to it, and she liked it. A lot.

Their routine didn't change. The three of them spent the rest of the weekend as they usually did. Hanging out and making love. And the following work week was dull, and filled with their jobs and normal chores.

Several times they talked about Penny, and the fun times they had had with her. And they all continued to agree that they would be happy to spend another night with her in their bed.

They also discussed Penny's tattoos and piercings. They were sexy and kinky, and disconcerting too.

Emily, in particular hated the 'My Slut' tramp stamp. And Daphne agreed with her. It would be a difficult thing to live with. Emily wasn't thrilled by her ringed clit either. "It would drive me crazy. Especially if it reduced the sensitivity of my clit. It's my most favorite part."

"Mine too." Kathy chuckled.

"Mine too." Daphne added, and they all laughed.

"Hey, wait a minute. Your cock is pierced, just like Penny's clit." Emily said.

"Hey, that's right." Kathy laughed, as she patted Daphne's crotch. "You and Penny have that in common. Perhaps you should be tattooed like her, too."

Daphne stopped laughing when she heard Kathy's comment. Could she be serious? The thought of having hearts tattooed on her nipples and her crotch covered like Penny's was really scarry. But it also made her cock swell. Damn! What the hell's wrong with you? She thought.

"That's a definite, no." she said. Clearly against the idea.

"Ah, you're no fun. You'd look just as sexy as Penny."

But that was thankfully the end of that discussion. Daphne was very much relieved.

When Saturday rolled around, in the afternoon they met up with Penny for a movie and dinner at a casual restaurant, nearby. She looked as good as ever, and the four of them had a great time. But all the while they were excited about the night to come.

And it was as fabulous as the last time, until it started getting late and Daphne hadn't yet been unlocked. When she pointed that fact out, Kathy told her she wouldn't be unlocked, that night Daphne became angry.

"If you want to get off, you have to ask us to milk you." She explained, and Penny chuckled. Emily, not a fan of the idea, just shook her head.

"Yes. I'll show Kathy and Emily how it's done. In case they enjoy it." Penny said, happily.

Daphne was frightened and pissed. And she made it clear. "No. I don't want to be milked like some cow, or some sex slave. That's not fair." She knew she was whining like a child, but she couldn't help it. Actually, she knew that she was screwed. Or actually not screwed, as the case may be -- not funny.

"Oh, come on, it won't kill you. You will get off. It's just for demonstration purposes. We want to see how it works." Kathy explained, trying to downplay the whole thing. "And don't forget, we're depriving ourselves of your wonderful cock. You know how much we love that thing. We'll have to settle for dildos, until you agree to cooperate."