HIS GIRL (part 2)
by webb025@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the
legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male
sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.
You should read part 1 of this story before reading this part.
It's been about a week since my adopted brother William, or Master
William as we call him out of respect to his dominant personality
(not to mention his total command over our family), used the force
of his will to change me from Tim, the boy everyone thought I was,
into Tina, the girl I always wanted to be (at least I think I did),
and made me his girlfriend. While I am not allowed to wear my
natural girl's clothes to school, where I have to remain disguised
as a boy, I've been spending a lot of time with Melissa and other
new girlfriends who are helping me feel like the delicate,
emotional real woman I am. It's a bit hard for me to be the
vulnerable girl when I'm 6'5" and 220 pounds of muscle, but it's
what I am, and I can't help it.
I love shopping with my new girlfriends, and learning more from
them about what guys are really after in a girl. They're giving
me tips on how to dress, how to walk, what to say, how to do my
hair, and how to be really seductive with a guy. I hang with them
alot now. I spend almost no time other than at practice with my
football teammates, since they don't know I'm a girl just
disguised as a boy. I also don't want them making plays for me,
because I want to remain true to Master William.
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I got home this evening, all excited about a sexy new top I
bought, and eager to model it for Master William. I came into
the house through the kitchen door, where my parents were sitting
around naked as usual, and went towards William's room where I
now also lived. The door was closed, but I heard the bed creaking
loudly and cries of passion inside. I threw open the door, and
there on the bed under Master William was my identical twin Jason,
wearing MY cheerleading outfit and MY makeup. Furious, I ran in,
dragged Jason out from under William and onto the floor, and
started pulling his hair. He wrestled with me, and we rolled
around a few times, with him using his superior male fighting
skills, and me biting and kicking. William was obviously amused
by the situation -- just like a man! -- but he eventually said,
"You both should stop," and of course since we knew he was right
as always, we did. We sat next to each other on the floor and
looked expectantly at William.
"Sorry, Tina honey, you must have spent a lot of time shopping
and got home real late, and I was horny and needed some hot girl
lovin'. The point is, you two are physically interchangeable to
me. For my purposes, Jason, you could just as easily be the girl,
and Tina, you could just as easily be required to report to your
team's locker room for nonstop punishment." And of course it was
true. I felt a sympathetic twinge in my throat and asshole, the
parts of Jason that were regularly violated by anyone at school
with a cock. Or vibrator, broom handle, doorknob, flashlight, or
even just long fingers.
William continued, "You both should realize you're lucky I was
sensitive enough to figure out which of you would make a better
girl, and which of you would make a better punishment slave.
So I want you two to kiss and make up." And with that, Jason
looked at me oddly, grabbed me firmly around the waist, and
started to deep-kiss me. I was surprised, but then I remembered
that Jason was still a regular heterosexual male, although his
continual punishment regimen didn't allow him time to be with
a woman. So maybe he was getting extra horny and was taking it
out on me, the only female around that was his age, even though
he knew I was the property of William. The Master didn't seem
upset, however. He even seemed to be pondering ideas he got
from seeing this. I didn't like that; I didn't want him
thinking sexual thoughts about anyone but ME. His girl.
****************
For the next few hours, we just did normal family activities.
William and I made out several times, or rather William
totally dominated me physically, the way I like it, while in
his room Jason impaled himself on a series of larger and
larger dildoes. William confided to me that once Jason's
holes were sufficiently stretched, those toys weren't going
to produce enough pain to satisfy his punishment needs, so
he would need to bring friends by to torture him. William had
generously offered that if any of his visiting friends wasn't
naturally nasty enough to perform the torture, he would hook
the friend up for a session on the multimedia box and change
him into a truly mean-spirited sadist. Then Jason would get
what he truly deserved and desired.
When we were all truly satisfied and worn out, Master William
reminded us it was time to perform our most important task.
"OK, guys, it's reinforcement night. Each of you has to take
a turn on the multimedia box, Jason first. Mom and Dad have
already done it. Don't forget! Every Monday and Thursday. It's
vital to your lives!
"Oh, and don't forget to remind your quarterback that tomorrow
is one of his reinforcement days. Not that I think he'd forget,
since it's his 'prime directive'. But tell him that I said he
should buy and bring a large wooden paddle so that after his
reinforcement time, he can learn how to properly use it on
Jason in his room. Tell him I'll make Jason's ass itch
intolerably until it's been properly paddled. Then Brad can
pass the knowledge on to others in the school, and the paddle
can hang in the locker room for anyone to use."
When it was my turn, I went back into the den for my multimedia
session. By now it was almost pleasant to hear the sound from
nowhere. Master William has promised that soon he'll get a
smaller version of the box that will attach easily to our
laptops. Then we can reinforce ourselves anytime, anywhere.
We can even bring it to school and help out friends with it,
once William teaches us how to use it properly.
*****************
It was a few nights later. Master William and I were curled up
in his bed, spooned to each other. Although we were dozing off
after a particularly rough sex session, I was still horny, and
was trying to decide whether to grab William's crotch and try
to start something, when there was a meek knock on the door. It
was Jason, looking miserable. "Master William, I can't sleep. I
wasn't punished enough after school today. The captain of the
freshman football team was supposed to paddle me in front of his
teammates while I begged for more, but he was absent today."
He held up a pair of his football cleats. "Could you please
stomp me with these cleats until I can sleep?"
Master William looked doubtful. "I know you need your punishment
to sleep properly. I made you that way. But I don't really fit
in those huge cleats, and I don't weigh enough to do the right
amount of damage anyway. But you know who fits on both counts?
Your sister Tina." I perked up. "Tina would probably really
enjoy delivering your due punishment," he said, and as soon as
he said it I knew it was true. I began to get excited, and my
clit rose.
"In fact, I did prepare for a situation like this. Tina, why
don't you go into the closet and get your new girl boots with
the spiked heels? Also, I bought you a present, which you'll
find behind the boots. Bring it out." I went to the closet and
got the boots. It had taken a bit of Web searching to find a
pair of girl's boots in men's size 14, but I found them on a
really kinky Web site and had them express shipped. Leaning on
the wall of the closet, behind the boots, I saw a brand new
leather whip.
Master William went on: "Jason, to help you through this, I'm
appointing your sister to be your Mistress Tina. It's only
right that you obey both me and her. And you should find it
exciting to be punished by a woman, since you're a healthy
heterosexual male, for now at least. What do you think?"
Jason began to see the greatness of William's plan. He got
excited and started to beg, "Mistress Tina, PLEASE punish me
so I can sleep. I want to feel your spiked heels on my back,
and feel the taste of the lash." At first I didn't know what
to do. I've never been a dominatrix before. But a few words
from William set me right. I stuffed my big feet into the
boots and cracked the whip a few times. I told Jason, "Lick
my boots clean and I might notice you enough to punish you."
Jason gratefully dropped to the floor and began to lick my
boots eagerly, awaiting his painful reward from my whip.
Obviously, Master William was enjoying the scene. "You know,
I could make Jason into 'Jezebel', a bad girl, then turn you
both into horny lesbians. I could watch a lot of hot girl-on-
girl action between you two, and when I got tired of that I
could make the two of you have a "cat fight" to compete for
my affections. What do you think?"
Despite the jolt of excitement that hit both of us when he
said that, because after all he IS Master William and his
ideas are naturally important to us, neither of us really
liked the suggestion. Jason begged, "Please don't make me
into a girl. I am a guy through and through. Even though
I'm in constant need of painful punishment and humiliation,
I want to stay a guy." Then I said, "And please don't make
me compete with Jason for your affections. I'll do anything
to be your girl, to be the best girl I can be. I'll change
myself any way you like... hot clothes, new makeup, ribbons
on my clit, high heels, breast enlargement, whatever you
want, so long as I'm YOURS."
Our generous master acceded to our requests. "Oh, OK, stay
the 'natural' way you are. Now get to work. Tina, I want to
see stripes on Jason's bottom. And Jason, I want to see
Tina's boots so shiny that I can see my reflection in them.
And then I won't turn you both into super-powerful lesbians
in total lust with each other. Or if I do, I'll have you
forget the whole thing and turn you back to 'normal' when
I'm done playing with you."
And so I became my brother's leather girl disciplinarian,
Mistress Tina. I knew that to do it properly I would have
to spend some time Web surfing to learn the best techniques
and to order the best torture equipment. Using the
multimedia box, I could also help Jason's visiting friends
in punishing him the most effective way. (And maybe program
some of the cuter guys to flirt with me at school...)
*****************
Another week went by. Practice ended early, and I went
home expecting to perfect my whipping technique on Jason's
needy ass. I went through the open door of William's room
(even though both he and I now live there, I can't think
of it as anything but HIS room), and what I saw made me
jealous. There was William lying on his stomach on the
bed doing homework, and there, digging his long tongue
into William's perfect ass, was Brad Johnson, our
quarterback. While William seemed to be ignoring the
whole situation, Brad was clearly totally into it, probing
and swirling, eyes closing whenever he "dug in". I cleared
my throat, and both of them looked up. Brad jumped off
William's back and onto the floor.
Brad sounded ashamed. "Tina, it's not what it looks like."
So he now knew that I was secretly Tina! "I'm not gay, you
know that, I'm strictly all about the ladies. It's just
that I've always wanted to suck the ass juice out of a guy,
and if I asked random some guy at school, no one would
understand. So William here was nice enough to let me suck
out his ass. That's all.
"But speaking about the ladies, I never really noticed how
FINE a woman you are, I never saw through your disguise.
But now it's like seeing you for the first time, and...
WOW!"
I couldn't help flirting with him with my eyes -- I mean,
Brad has the CUTEST face, and he was looking all smitten,
and even though William was RIGHT THERE, I'm only a normal
girl with regular girl desires -- but I had to say, "Well,
I'm flattered, Brad, but I really belong to William. I'm
HIS GIRL."
Brad looked disappointed. "By the way, Jason's going to be
a bit late getting home. The soccer team has him chained to
one of the urinals in the locker room, and every member of
the team is 'feeding' him."
Oh, I thought. I guess I'm going to have to check his
breath when he gets back, and if he smells like soccer
boy pee, I'm going to have to punish him for that.
"Well, Tina, if you and William ever break up, you know
I'll be waiting, babe. I'm single and in desperate need of
a hott chick." Brad talked like he was joking, but not
really, if you know what I mean. He got dressed and left.
I grinned at my beloved William. "Well, I guess we have
some time before I need to start my duties with Jason.
Wanna fool around?"
What he said next broke my heart. "Tina, hon, I've been
thinking. Maybe this exclusivity thing is not for me.
I've loved you as my very own girl, but I've discovered
that I really enjoy having my body appreciated and
worshipped by other people. I've promised Brad my ass
juice whenever the team wins a game, and I think
everyone will benefit. And I've had my eye on Richie
Jergensen, captain of the basketball team. He's what,
6'9", 270, and has a reputation as a real ladies' man.
Well, what if he were to suddenly realize instead that
he's a real lady? I mean, his pecs are the size of
your fists. And you know from your sore nipples that
I'm a breast man."
I was crestfallen. "William, please, I've tried to
please you in every way, I've tried to make myself
truly your girl. Are you going to dump me now for
someone just because they're taller, stronger, more
athletic, and has bigger breasts? What's going to happen
to ME? Don't you have any feelings for me anymore?"
William ruffled my hair. "Don't worry, babe. I'll make
sure you're very happy. I've already found a candidate
to be your steady guy. He's athletic, he's got a real
cute face, and he's a total top, the way you like 'em.
At least he WILL be a total top when he's done with his
third multimedia session, when he gets here this
evening."
"No, William, please. I want only you. I want YOU!"
William scowled. "Oh, quit whining or I'll make you the
bitch of that gang of 13- and 14-year old Latinos at the
junior high."
Just then, there was a knock on the back door, and my
newly broken heart fluttered once again with
anticipation. William said, "OK, this is Quinn. He's a
freshman on the wrestling team, so he's got a good body.
And before I started working on him, he was meek, shy,
and retiring. But by the time I'm done with him tonight,
he'll be ready to stomp you into total submission." And
with that we went to the door.
When it opened I was surprised at first. Quinn was really
short, like 5'3", and looked like an elementary school
student of about 12. But when he spotted me, he leered at
me like a piece of meat to be taken to the butcher. "Wow,
William, I see what you mean. Your sister is a real BABE!"
And despite his looks, the commanding tone behind his
high-pitched voice started to turn me on!
"OK, tiger, wait until you've done the multimedia device
one more time," suggested William, escorting Quincy into
the den and hooking him up.
When Quincy had the headset on and began listening to
the sound, William turned to me and said, "Now he may not
look like much of a he-man, but he'll look like it to you
when we're through. After all, you're not everyone's idea
of a beautiful girl either, until they learn the real you!
Then they see the true delicate feminine beauty through
that overmuscled 6'5" disguise.
"So go back to my room and wait till we're done. In the
meantime, if Jason shows up, you know your job." And he
shut the door to the den.
I went to the room, my head full of jumbled emotions. Up
until a few minutes ago, I thought I was making myself
into the perfect woman for Master William. Then, while I
was heartbroken to hear that he longed for a girl-
transformed version of the basketball captain, my clit
did twinge with a bit of excitement when I first saw
Quinn at the door. Although William was dumping me, at
least he was thoughtful enough so that I wouldn't be
alone for long!
I did homework for awhile, but Jason didn't show up.
Maybe one of the soccer players had taken him home to
work him over privately. Those soccer guys don't get
much respect from the football team, so I could
understand why they would enjoy taking out their
aggression on one of the stars of the team.
Finally, William brought the still-dazed Quinn into the
room. As Quinn shook his head and tried to absorb his
recent multimedia experience, William told me, "Now, I
think you should naturally feel however Quinn tells you
to feel." And of course that made sense, since I was
about to become his. At William's statement, my mind
immediately opened to whatever Quinn wanted me to become.
William asked, "Quinn, what do you like to do with a
girl?"
Quinn smirked at me. "William tells me you like to cuddle
with him. Well, I'm not really about cuddling. I'm more
the skull-fucking type. I also like women to be into my
feet, to want to lick them clean when they're hot and
sweaty, to serve under them, to get excited by my smelly
socks. William says he can tune you up so you'll think
about them all the time.
"And someday, I hope we can get rid of our disguises
and I can show you off to the whole school as MY GIRL."
And you know what? At that very moment, SO DID I!
We were all enjoying the moment, when there was another
knock on the door. William opened it: it was Richie
Jergensen, the basketball captain. Evidently William had
planned the events of this evening all along.
I'm big, but as Richie swaggered into the hall in his
muscle shirt, ducking his head so he would fit under the
door, he hulked over me. And what biceps! If I hadn't
known from William that he was about to become "Regina",
I would've wanted a crack at him!
Richie scratched himself under his left armpit. As he did
so, the muscles in his long right arm seemed to ripple.
"Hi William, hey Tim." Then he noticed Quinn. "Say, what's
that freshman twerp doing here?"
Quinn flashed a furious expression, and it looked like
he was about to attack Richie, which would have been a
real short fight, but William restrained him, and with a
few whispered words calmed him down and pulled him
aside. William spoke in a low voice, but I could hear
what he was telling Quinn.
"No, dude, don't do it. Give me some time with the guy.
How would you like to see him in a frilly pink dress,
cleaning out the inside of your grungy sneakers with
his tongue? I can make it happen for you, guy. Just go
into my room and get to know Tina better."
Richie was getting impatient. "Well, what about that
new multimedia thing I've heard so much about? Let's
see it!" So he and William went into the den, and
Quinn and I into William's room to get to know each
other better. Or rather, for me to learn about serving
Quinn's desires, because that was clearly the way this
relationship was going to go. But that was OK, as long
as I got to be completely HIS GIRL.
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[The End, unless there's real demand for more. But I
have other stories more in need of working on. Let me
know what you think.]