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"Ooohhhh Fuck Uh... Oh take... Oh take it girls..." Darren hollered this time as his cock erupting between us... Yet with Patti sensing this imminent moment and timing herself just right, she place her hand along the underside of Darren's exploding cannon, pointing him directly at me, at my face where his first powerful volley leapt form his depths with speed and force, hitting just below my bottom lip and chin splattering hard across the left side of my face.
The blast of his molten, hot -- core temperature cum hit me with force and surprise, sending me reeling back but not before being hit a second time, where again his lava-hot cum slashed up and across my neck and cheek, leaving hanging gobs or cummy-rope dangling and clinging to my face, neck and even in my hair...
"Uhhh... Ohhh Oh yeah... Of fuck that was good...Uhhh good girl's... Both of you..." Darren went on, his cock still twitching and spurting and with my face covered in his dripping wetness Patti came back kissing at my cummy lips, licking at me like I was covered in frosting all be it a very different type of frosting... Together we stayed like this with Darren looming above us with our lips and tongues slipping and sliding up and down his still thick yet not as rigid, slowly deflating cum coated shaft...
Savouring him together, enjoying his earthy, manly tasting seed passing it back and forth between our mouths and lips in the process of making a very slippery, cummy mess of ourselves -- and him...
He was softening some as he panted above us, out of breath but very much still in the game, holding our heads close to him as he rested his bare ass on the desk edge, letting us taste him and clean him... It was a touching moment as far as I was concerned. Patti and I had pleasured Darren together, sucking his cock and tonguing his ass until he came -- all over my face... and quite honestly, I felt proud for doing so...
I didn't seem to mind one bit as Patti and I mopped each other up licking, tasting and swallowing Darren's cum together -- Like I said, it was a touching, special moment. One that would mark the beginning of things to come...
This was the start of my new life and the closing of my old, forgotten self... Up until now, it had all been practice and pretending, getting me ready to make this transition, and now -- now that the ink was drying on the contracts I had signed, just as a film of Darren's cummy seed was drying on my cheek... We had sealed this deal; I had taken a vow and made a promise that by the time I'm married to Patti... 'Dale-Horn' and his existence will be taken away -- along with his clothes and his life -all bagged up and stuffed into the donation box in the back parking lot of the Green Grocer... It was a fitting end to not only my old life but also my old career...
***
Three days later, Darren gave me the okay to hand in my notice at work, seems his guys did know their way around a contract because as it was explained to me, I was costing the company a fortune and they were more than glad to pay out my full pension rather than pay me the high union wages I was pulling down...
At this point however, money was becoming much less of a driving force, so it wasn't a huge concern for me as it may have been at one time... But now thought, just about everything is different isn't it..?
That's not to say that Patti and I were rich, it was just that the way we had everything laid out. Money for me, just didn't play too much into my life anymore. I was becoming a kept man -- or woman I suppose, I wanted for nothing and I was okay with living this way...
I was free of the Green Grocer and seeing how they didn't want me there anyway, I was only scheduled for 3 remaining 5-hr shifts, but I only showed up for two of them... and on that last day -- they didn't even call looking for me...
In the mean time, I had been going through some training with Carol in the big house, Patti even showed me how to drive the golf cart so I didn't have to walk the distance to and from the our Gate-House up to where Carol had me working which was mostly 'maid-stuff, cooking and cleaning -- and in that big house, there was going to be a lot of cleaning...
Working there at the house and not in public, I was enjoying the freedom of wearing more feminine clothing all the time, mostly I wore plain skirts and light blouses when working, with my hair pinned up and my make-up light.
In the mean time however, as things at home progressed with the wedding plans, Patti came to me telling me she had been speaking with Ms. Walsh -or 'Rachel' as she had taken to calling her, becoming rather friendly and familiar with my former high school teacher.
"Oh God I almost forgot all about her... Is it for that interview she wanted with us about that study thing she's doing..?" I asked, trying to be vague as Patti and I sat snuggled together on the couch, her in a pair of cute flannel one-piece pyjamas and me, dressed a little more girly in a floral nightie, my face still made up from the day and now with my toes and finger nails painted a bright red, I looked every inch the woman coming to the end of her busy working day, dressed in my night clothes and settled in with my significant other by my side.
"Yeah there is that, but when she was talking to me she made me an offer I couldn't refuse..." Patti answered yet hearing her, I couldn't help but feel nervous...
What did my -somewhat crazy -but still gorgeous teacher want from us..? What other than an embarrassing interview about how Patti and I plan to live our lives in a cuckold-sissy relationship? My radar was up as I dared to ask Patti to elaborate.
"Oh Christ, I'm afraid to ask... Wh-what did she offer..?" I said to her...
"Well... You know how she's working on this book about behaviour in people and how society has changed the modern day roles of both men and women..?" Patti asked and to be honest, half of what she said went right over my head... I mean, I understood the premise but it all sounded to be a bit much... I shrugged sort of asking "Ahhh... Yeah?"
"Okay, so she asked me if she could work with us, teach us the finer points of this lifestyle based on what she has been studying over the past 20 years, it's called FLR..." Patti went on but I was lost with that last part...
"Okay, I'll bite...Wh-what's FLR..?" I asked, but again I was afraid to know...
"Female-Led-Relationship silly! She's become an expert in the field and she wants to mentor us while documenting our progress... We'll even get a credit in the medical journal... Isn't that cool..?"
Now I was really worried... I knew that Ms. Walsh was a little 'too' interested in our relationship -- me especially -and as much as I did like and adored my former English teach, I was starting to question her motives and where she wanted us to go and how 'involved' she wanted to be...
Of course, I did know that Patti and I were not on equal footing, she had laid this out between us on that night where all of this began -- oh so long ago...
It was the night in my parent's bed when she 'coerced' me into her spare pair of pantyhose, giving me my first ever blow-job -- sucking my little dickie and telling me that if we were to ever be together... This was how she wanted things, with her taking the lead; it was either this or nothing... It was her-way or the high-way...
But we know how that ended... With me getting it wrong in thinking I was watching her there in that bathroom, on her knees, sucking her ex-boyfriend's cock when it was just a case of mistaken identity. One that left me believing I had no choice but to walk away resulting in a 15-yr wedge being driven between us.
Yet with this gulf of time passed and gone, when we picked up where we had left off, Patti had once more iterated this sentiment, and I had agreed wholeheartedly that she would be the dominant partner in our being together.
"Yeah... I guess but umm -when are we supposed to meet up with her..?" I asked, reservedly agreeing that this was a good thing -- to have my former teacher -- teaching us the finer points of Patti taking the lead in this 'FLR' lifestyle.
"She's coming here tomorrow afternoon for our first meeting, she wants to observe and teach us in our normal surrounds -and then later, on our next visit, she's invited us to spend a night at her townhouse where she said things will get much more intense..."
Hearing Patti answer I couldn't help but feel myself going a little cold with a chill of fear creeping up my spine, wondering how weird things will get with Ms. Walsh leading the way...
I guess this is something I've already been living with for the majority of my life... Starting with my Mom, there has always been a female lead in my life... I just didn't know what to call it --or that there was even a name for how we were going to live and exist.
It was true though, from my earliest beginnings, from my Mom to Patti -- to Gwen, and then back to Patti... I had never been 'in charge' of any relationship I'd ever had with a female, and that too would extend to Ms. Walsh back when she was my teacher, where she was very much in charge -- and as things were looking, my long run with woman dictating my life? It didn't appear life-long beat-male status was going to be changing any time soon...
I knew I'd have no choice or place to argue... I knew that this was going to happen -even more than I knew I'd be marrying Patti that coming October... I gave in without whimper...
But then I thought of something...
"Umm... Will -- will you want me dressed for our second session? When we go to her place..?" I asked sounding a bit sheepish, but feeling the need, I went on, trying to explain...
"I haven't really been out in public like this... I mean I haven't needed to, not since I started working for Carol... So I was just wondering if..."
Patti looked at me a little funny... "Well, yeah, of course... What else will you wear..?" She asked, rhetorically I'm sure... Because she was right, I didn't have anything 'but' female clothing to wear, so I needn't bother replying...
"This is who you are now...Gabby-girl..." She finished in more of a statement, smiling and looking quite happy -- while me... I still struggled because it seemed that no matter how hard I tried to let go of my past and accept everything new --at times it was still a tall hurdle I had trouble getting over...
"You know we donated the last of your male clothes, your work stuff, even the ones you had here, so yeah... You'll be dressed as a girl... Unless of course you want to ride in my car naked..? Because I'd be okay with that..!" Patti said to me reminding me that after my last shift in work -- or the one I didn't bother to showing up for, she and Mom had bagged up my black jeans and my work issued t-shirts and stuffed them into the same donation box Mom used to dump the rest of my male clothes -- which in all irony is located in the back parking lot of the Green Grocer...
I feared this moment... Going public -or 'coming-out' is what it really was...
Up until hearing this news of us becoming more involved with Ms. Walsh, I'd managed to dodge this situation by staying within the confines for the Lynch estate, or on the two occasions I had ventured home hiding myself behind a scarf and sunglasses as Mom and I went to collect more of my things, packing and moving my stuff either into storage or off to the local Habitat place where just about all of my furniture ended up... Even my TV...
"No -- I understand... I know how it is now... It's just that I haven't been out in public much, but I suppose it will be like Mom driving me home to help her pack...I just ran from the car into the house without anyone seeing me..." I answered, conceding when really all I wanted was for her to know my fears and that I still might not be 100% there -- not just yet...
***
Later, Patti had me going down on her again, after we had shared a shower and I was temporarily released, taking my cage off entirely "Just to shave you in the hard to reach places -and to give you a good cleaning..." As she had said... But I didn't care about her reasons... I was out and it felt so good, no matter how fleeting it may have been...
"Mmmmm... Oh yes Gabby, your tongue is so nice flicking my clitty-ring so gentle, just do that baby... Mmmm... Oh that feel good..." Patti moaned as I lay between her tented knees, face down in her dewy wetness, dragging my tongue slowly up and down through her parted, aroused nether-lips, letting my tongue flick back and forth across her piercing as I was learning she liked it that way.
"You're gonna be a good girl for me and Ms. Walsh when she comes over right..? You're going to look sooo pretty for her like you wanted to all those years ago..." Patti said to me as I continued licking her wet pussy, with her somehow believing that I've had this long held fantasy of dressing for my teacher -when in reality, it wasn't quite like that...
In my long held visions of my lovely, sweet and caring English teacher -who I did indeed have a crush on. Oddly enough though... I had never really envisioned any type of 'sex-scenario' with her...
It was strange when I thought of it... Back then, I was so enamoured with Ms. Walsh that I could never imagine her in such compromising positions, like picturing or fantasizing about her going down on me or with me on top, fucking her... I guess I just had too much respect and admiration for her, and my thinking of her in any salacious, sexual manner would have been rude and inappropriate...
But that was then...
***
And this was now...
Now, I was all grown up -- an adult... All be it -- in that blossoming, that growing and maturing... I had emerged not as 'fine young man' -but rather as a 'sissy-boy beta-male' who was destined to live in dresses and skirt, panties and pantyhose... Made-up to look pretty and not to forget, locked up as well...
And yet, one more worry came to mind...
I was already reserved and reluctant to sit and listen to Ms. Walsh, and Patti where together I knew they were going be ganging up on me, taking this FLR thing to its utmost under the guise of 'teaching' us her ways...
But then, as Patti had me snuggled in with her -after finishing her off, making her cum -- sucking her clit 'like a cock' as she always insists on saying... I thought of Ms. Walsh and how she and Patti would deal with my being locked up and kept chaste for so long... It had been nearly three weeks since Mom showed Patti how to milk my prostate prior to locking me up in this plastic-penis-prison and I had to think --or at least believe that at some point I would be subjected to this again... Being milked that is...
Yet in thinking about it... I wondered if I'd be faced with the horror and humiliation of having this performed on me by Ms. Walsh this time... Or Patti at least, with Ms. Walsh at her side -- or maybe all three of them if they were to include Mom in this 'mentoring session'...
Part of me feared this notion -but on the other hand, I was also beginning to feel like the thought of gaining relief, it was starting to become much more of a driving force in my decision making... In other words -- I was getting desperate...
***
Up the next day and heading to get dressed after coffee and toast with Patti, I was surprised when she turned to me handing me yet another new outfit to wear...
"Oh wow! Capri pants!" I cheered at seeing what she had for me and I was quite pleased indeed...
"Yes...I thought you might like those... See? Now you don't have to be so worried about going out in public at some point... I could have made you wear your pretty pink party dress again but I thought I'd be nice to you for our first home visit with Rachel..." Patti commented, knowing I'd like to wear trousers for a change -- even if they were a pair of cream coloured three-quarter length Capri pants, tapered and with a cute tailored cuff...
"Oh and here... I want you to wear these underneath..." She went on, turning Back to me this time and handing me a brand new, unopened package of pantyhose in the same tan colour... I had to stop for a second... It was such a flash-back moment for me...
"Hmmph..?" I questioned, catching Patti's attention...
"What..? Don't you like pantyhose anymore..?" She asked, but I knew there was more to this.
"Oh no, I love pantyhose but I was just wondering are these symbolic in any way..?" I asked then, and seeing her face change, I knew they were -and I also knew that she had a motive of some kind hidden up her sleeve.
"Well, yeah smarty-pants... They are symbolic... so 'Hmmph' yourself..." She answered then, sounding playfully annoyed as she went on to explain...
"If you must know, I want you wearing them so that we can start right from the beginning with Rachel, telling her everything about us -- so I thought it would not only be a nice touch to have you in similar pantyhose to the ones I had you in that night, but they will also be a great visual aid for her... You know? To gain a better perspective of our beginnings..."
Telling me this, of her plan, I knew I had it right after all, this wasn't just me being given a new pair of 'tan-coloured' pantyhose; there was more to it... I didn't mind so much, not anymore, that's why I asked if they were symbolic because even I felt it -- and I even understood the importance of what Patti was trying to do... What she was trying to portray to Ms. Walsh...
Stepping into a fresh, clean pair of plain white satiny panties, full panel in front and back that felt really nice, my chastity cage however, it was making quite an evident and unsightly 'hump' in the front, giving Patti cause to sigh her dislike... But what could I do? I mean, they were to ones who put me into chastity, locking me up in this ugly plastic cage... So any dents or bumps or unsightly humps were their problem, not mine...
Regardless, we ignored the problem and moved on as I sat on the bed opening the new package of pantyhose and like I've been doing this all of my life, expertly rolling them down, getting them ready to slip my pointed toes in and smooth out the silky-soft nylon, drawing them up my legs, the sensation never changing or going away... New or old, putting on stockings and pantyhose, that feeling of delightful titillation, it will always tickle my psyche, my skin and even my soul...
Standing and shimmying myself into the tight fitting control-tops, I had my back turned when Patti said to me...
"Mmmm Oh baby...Your ass always looks so good in pantyhose, you should wear them for me more often, you look so sexy that if you don't get dressed soon, I'm liable to pull out the strap-on and do you right now!"
Turning my head and looking at her over my shoulder I batted my eyes at her in a playful way, trying to entice her because yeah, sure -- it had been quite some time, but I would have let her fuck me...
Thinking I was ready, I stepped to the long mirror after strapping my feet into a pair of very tall wedge heeled sandals Patti had for me, I had to believe what she said, I looked 'quite smashing' because with my Capri's on and my pantyhose showing from the ankle down, my toenails painted bright red and easily visible through the open toe shoes... I also thought I looked 'quite smashing' if could say so...
Wearing a light coral-salmon coloured top under an equally light grey coloured cardigan -and with the scarf around my neck that Patti insisted I wear, I couldn't help but do a few more turns for the mirror -- somewhat nervous and afraid, I did however love how I looked once the package had been put together... Quite smashing indeed...
"Oh wow Gabby... You are to die for..!" Patti commented in a sexy, teasing voice as I turned to her, ready to say the same of her after seeing how she had dressed for this first meeting with Ms. Walsh... And quite honestly, I had to do a double take...
