Letting Go, And Embracing The Delights OfL’Academie

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To be accepted you must learn to accept the unthinkable…I awoke surrounded by softness and the heavenly scent of clean, fresh bedding. I stretched without opening my eyes, luxuriating in the feeling as the soft fabrics seemed to caress my very soul. I clasped my hands above my head and let out a loud groan of pleasure.But something was different. Wrong.I tentatively stroked the back of one hand, it felt so soft! My fingers! Everywhere they touched produced a tingle, overpowered with excitement and expectation. Nails! I had long nails! Oh god. Their tips showering sparks behind closed eyelids as I gently raked my bare, so so soft arms. This was different? Raising a hand to my face my senses just simply, well, ignited! I shuddered as my pointed nails stroked the ultra-smooth skin they found. Oh god. Tears began to roll down my cheeks. Who am I? Why was I crying!Why was it different? I felt so confused! Oh it feels so nice, my touches lighting a gentle rising heat which seemed to infuse my being with pure longing, glorious panty wetting longing.Where was I? Who was I?  A tiny part of my foggy mind cried “Wake up!” the voice thundering in my ears.But befuddled senses refused to obey – the wonder of my body still absorbed their every attention as my exploring hands felt luxurious silk and lace. I let out a sign, actually more a whimper to be truthful. That’s wasn’t me. That didn’t sound like me!The mists of sleep cleared enough that I hesitatingly opened one eye, despite my still wandering hands. Looking around, feeling safe in my cosy nest, I quickly realised I was no longer in Kanas. In fact, just where the fuck was I? The room was softly lit, a faint smell of vanilla and bubble-gum hovered in the air, the furnishings and décor exquisite in their out-of-focus detail. Trying to shake my head to clear the confusion I felt an unfamiliar sensation, I grasped at the earrings I was wearing. Earrings?    I then vaguely remembered a car. Two beautiful, delicious women and, and, oh. Oh. OH! The memory of sucking a hard cock swam into my senses. The sensation of her sheer nylons rubbing my cheeks as I bobbed up and down on her hardness, gentle manicured hands insistently applying pressure to the back of my head as she moaned encouragement. Her heavenly scent mixing with the musk of her sex as the tip oozed irresistible treats onto my eager tongue. Miss Sarah! I remembered something else. My bum. Oh my! Aunty Trixie? Aunty Trixie fucked my virgin pussy on the train! I thought I could still feel her present running out of me, the thought turning into a giggle. Giggle? And then a tongue, a wonderful enquiring tongue licking my aching hole, then a finger, two, three, a hand! Miss Cindy! My beautiful princess who had saved me from the train. Her hand, she’d put her whole fucking hand inside me! I couldn’t recall anything else. What happened! Where was she? I suddenly felt very frightened and very, very vulnerable.Turning I spotted a pink suitcase against the wall opposite. My suitcase! My precious gift from Miss Sarah! It contained the most wonderous schoolgirl uniform, complete with frilly knee-high socks, cute Mary Janes and the prettiest ruffled satin panties! As the memory of the St Trinian’s style dress swam before my hungry eyes I felt a strange sensation from my cock; the usual ‘lets get ready’ rise to attention was replaced by constricted pain, it was really hurting! With trembling hands, I reached down to touch myself, scared as to what kocaeli escort I would find. My finger felt something smooth through the lace of my panties, running my fingers further down I felt a hole in what I thought was hard plastic, then backup to the base and the jingle of a small padlock. What the hell!? Feeling further I realised I had on some sort of belt, where the buckle should be there were two metal loops, each with a tiny closed padlock, my encasing was firmly attached! Oh god! Please no! Thoughts of white slavers ran through the rooms of my panicked mind, slamming the doors as they went. I laid rock still in utter panic, daring not to move and discover something else amiss.But my traitorous hands reached further down, despite the silent screaming cries from my mind and felt something that wasn’t right! What the fuck! Fuck! My balls. They were gone! In their place was something, well something. I gently investigated and lighting shot through my being. Oh, oh god. Ggggoddddd! It was like every nerve had suddenly colluded and sent their charge directly into my very essence; a racking orgasm enveloped my world, every other sense being replaced by the never ending, soul wrenching sensation emanating from my massacred crotch. After what seemed like hours my vision cleared enough for reason to take back some semblance of control. I felt beading sweat running down my face, my body cold and clammy. Just what the bloody fuck was fucking going on!I started to pant, my head spinning. What had happened? Why couldn’t I remember! Bright stars and flashing lights battled for attention in my vision and I knew I was going to faint. But just as quickly the image of my lovely smiling Asian Princess came into focus, magically calming my shattered nerves.A desperate yearning welled in my heart; I needed Cindy, Miss Cindy. Tears began to form and flow freely. Their gentle wetness rolled down my cheeks as I turned onto my side and unconsciously cuddled a pillow. An unaccustomed heaviness pulled me over a little further until it gently came to rest on the sheet. What the fuck! My hand encompassed a sizable cup size, confirming my breasts were very real as the tingles threatened to make me cum again. I have tits?  Oh Jesus. My fantasy had come true, I’m a girl! But I’m not! But I am! An expectant finger sort and found an erect nipple, its sensitivity sending me over the edge into a deep well of nothingness as my senses exploded.The mind-numbing orgasm receded, leaving me shaking and totally confused. What was happening to me? Where was I? What had been done to me! Please. Please, I don’t want to play anymore. Please no more. Please. My tears rained down uncontrolled, soaking the heavily scented pillow that had so recently become my best friend.I dreamed. Very confusing, unsettling dreams. My wife? My children! My wife’s hate filled but stunningly beautiful face, swirled into being inches from my own, cutting me to the heart.”I need a bloody man, not a child!” she shouted, adding for good measure “you fucking SISSY! I wish I had never found out!”We argued a lot because of the pictures that magazine had printed. Pictures of me dressed in pretty lingerie pleasuring another crossdresser. My face was masked, but it was me. She had known instantly, her temper and hurt equally raised to inhuman levels and fired in my direction as each opportunity presented itself.We argued. Well she argued; I just took the abuse hoping it would stop. kocaeli escort bayan It was only later, after talking to anyone who would care to listen, that I concluded that she’d been deliberately goading me to react as she thought a male should. Her frustration drove me further and further into silence. But it drove her instead to abandon me for the comfort, conversation and real sex with ‘real’ men. She would take great delight informing me of each blow-by-blow encounter the day after, seemingly relishing my tears as she recounted the exact length and girth of each cock she had ridden. When she was feeling particularly cruel, she would even message me ‘live’ images and vids, showing me how much cum she had sucked from this ‘real’ man and did it turn me on? Did the ‘ickle sissy want the big dick for himself? Does the crossdressing faggot want to be ploughed as much as her pussy was enjoying this very second? Come on, answer me you pathetic excuse for a ‘man’! You bastard! You unmitigated bastard!“You have no fucking right to cry!” she would scream.I cried. Soul wrenching sobs that always seemed to goad her into greater and greater acts of revenge. My pleas that I had never wanted to hurt her being received with abject disdain and a slap around the face on more than one occasion.A warm glowing heat chased the painful dream back into the depths, as I slowly opened tear reddened eyes to a bright sunny world that was stranger and more frightening than ever. Uncurling from the foetal position my nightmare had driven me into I tried to take a better look at my surroundings, the new weight on my chest instantly reminding a fogged brain that I literally had no idea where I was or to be honest who I was.The sun was streaming through an elegant looking case window onto the room’s startling tasteful furnishings, elegant but not ostentatious. The walls were painted a subtle daffodil, the built-in wardrobes and stylish double chest of drawers in a complimentary shade. The dressing table, with its view of beautiful green parkland outside, was amply stocked with everything the feminine occupier obviously needed. An impressive array of nail varnishes in beautiful shades, makeup and other tools of the trade; hairbrushes, pedicure utensils, jewellery, lash curlers, etc.I laid there quite stunned wondering who’s room this was, obviously not a guy’s! I shook my head again to try to clear the cobwebs, only to be greeted by the gentle chink of the earrings. It was all too much. My eyes widened as I clocked the most disconcerting feature, the ceiling, or rather the total lack of it! I stared at a beautiful woman staring blankly right back at me laying in a huge wrought iron bed. I waved, she waved back. Oh god. I had heard that people had mirrors above their beds, even fancied one myself, but this was insane. It stretched unbroken from wall to wall. It was huge, like something out of a low budget science fiction film! It made me feel really self-conscious; the lady in the reflection looked like she was going to start crying, her red eyes looked so sad. When the realisation finally hit me, and feeling intensely stupid at the same time, I turned on my side. I couldn’t bear to look at myself. That was me apparently. A stunningly beautiful brunette, with long straight hair, pale soft skin, elegantly shaped eyebrows, expensive looking gold diamond earrings and dressed in an ultra-feminine satin babydoll nightie with an ornate lace izmit escort edging.The image of my full bust was to die for. Is that really me? Tears. Why couldn’t I stop crying!I gingerly turned back to the reflection and nervously waved again. Yes, it was me. Oh god it really is. I looked like a film actress, laying seductively on a bed waiting for her handsome lover to have his wicked way. My bed was also a little unusual, a Kingsize would be dwarfed by this handsome creation! An old-fashioned style wrought iron frame in white with easily enough room for 4 to sleep without suffering claustrophobia; more if intimacy was not an issue. Oh god, it was meant for groups! A now familiar pain emanated from below as my face warmed at the thought. The bed clothes that held me in their comforting embrace looked wonderfully luxurious too, bright pink painted fingernails unconsciously stroked the expensive fabric.I was startled by the first noise I had heard, a polite knock at the door.”Hello?” I asked huskily. My throat felt sore and painful. A tidalwave of recollection crashed through my now very focused and very clear mind.”Oh…my…god…” I whispered. Had I really deep-throated her cock? Had I really let that amazingly attractive blonde push her hand all the way inside me! Pain from below. I couldn’t stand it, I had to look. I stared at my uncovered body and I looked amazing. Not slim by any means, just on the verge of being considered plus size I was thinking but oh god sexy as hell. The tits! I definitely would!“It’s you, you dolt I quietly hissed,” still struggling to come to terms.I was wearing the most beautiful white and pink babydoll nightie, matching lace shorts and white lace stockings with pretty pink bows! My reflection literally beamed. But the reveal took all the courage I could muster, my encasing clearly visible through the panties, glinting in the sun light; I slowly drew the waist band down my smooth thighs. The ornately gold decorated deep satin belt came into view first, the design I realised matched my earrings! It had wide suspenders, with gold metal clasps decorated with sparkling diamonds, running from it to my stockings which I couldn’t resist stroking a little. The chastity device was beautiful. It was held firmly in place by little gold coloured padlocks, that were reflected in its ornately engraved surface. And it looked small! I could no way be considered big in the junk department, but this was tiny. About 2 inches maybe? What had been done to me! As I continued pulling down my knickers I literally cried out in shock. Withdrawing my hands so quickly they sprang back in place covering the mutilation my wide-eyes had spied. Oh god, oh god. Panic reclaimed it’s domain as my heart hammered, heaving breasts cruelly reminding me that my deepest darkest desire had actually happened!”Well hello to you sleepy head,” said a smiling Cindy who had entered the room unseen.I jumped screaming, my breathing making me feel like I was fainting again. Panting uncontrollably, I closed my eyes against the horror I had seen.I felt warm hands cupping my face and the gentlest kiss on my lips. Then a weight settled next to me and the comforting embrace of my Princess’s arms began to calm my shattered nerves.“Sssshh,“ she whispered, “everything is ok.”Her gentle rocking converting my wracking sobs into pitiful whimpers. I held tightly, my one connection that seemed real. Real, just what the fuck was real anymore.“Kasey, just relax” she said quietly.I couldn’t respond, apart from holding her tighter.“Kasey, relax. Right now.” she said more firmly.I loosened my arms a little, too scared to let go completely.“That’s better, I can breathe again. Look at me.” Her voice full of compassion.

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