Chapter 8

I slept well, although dreams of Grant Bowers sitting on my chest after beating me up continued to haunt my dreams. It seemed my subconscious had never forgotten his fist breaking my nose and the intense pain I felt. Towards the end of the night, the dreams morphed into those of dominance, and my school bully became the handsome man from my message. I woke up with my hand around my slender 6+ inch cock and about to cum. I managed to get some tissues over its head before I messed my sheets, and I fell back asleep, confused about why I seemed to want my bully to dominate me.

The week passed quietly as I immersed myself deeper into my emerging feminine personality. I’d even taken to wearing my ‘chicken fillet’ bra enhancers daily. My dick spent more time taped away or inside my gaff than hanging free, and I began researching ways to make my cock and balls smaller. However, I asked my aunt about ‘bottom gender reassignment surgery, and she was horrified.

“No!” Aunt Liz exclaimed when I told her what I wanted. “I want you to keep your cock. In fact, if there were a way to make it bigger, I would encourage you to do so.”

“But you called it an ugly thing that you never wanted to see,” I confusedly protested.

“And I do not wish to see it or even remember that you have one, Dylan,” Aunt Liz answered. “But you remember me saying I liked my girls using strap-ons on me?” I nodded. “I also giggled and teased that you had a built-in one. Plus, little one, although I want nothing to do with the useless male at the end of it, I enjoy cocks. I hope you will become my ‘dick girl’, and I can taste your semen and have you fuck me when I’m horny.”

Who in their right mind is turning that offer down? Instead, I researched ways to make myself look more feminine that wouldn’t affect my libido or my ability to get an erection. I continued to refine my makeup skills and dressed to accentuate what little shape I had. I continued working on my degree whenever new units arrived, but I was as advanced as they would currently let me be. My aunt had allowed me to use her gym, and I worked out daily, trying to add some shape and size to my skinny bottom.

Saturday night came, and I was in a bit of a tizz trying to decide what to wear. I’d completed my makeup and had my walk-in robe open, searching for the right outfit to impress our guest when Aunt Liz swept into the room. “You’re in for a treat tonight,” she informed me as she handed me a black, rubber-look latex singlet and placed a thick collar around my neck. Then, to my shock, my aunt knelt and peeled away my tucking tape, freeing my cock and balls. Next, my Mistress took my swiftly inflating cock in her mouth and sucked me to complete rigidity. Then, before I knew what she was doing, Aunt Liz placed a rubber cock ring around my shaft’s base and my balls, holding the two apart.

“Perfect,” she said after I’d pulled the latex singlet on. She took me by my cock and led me downstairs.

To my surprise, Kate was already standing in our kitchen, leaning against the bench in the corner with a glass of red wine in her elegant hand.

Aunt Liz released me and then glared at me as I stood there shielding my erect cock. “On your knees before your Mistress,” she hissed.

I guessed she meant before Kate by where my aunt looked, so I moved across to kneel before her. I tried to hide my erection, but Kate laughed throatily and said, “Leave it out, honey. It looks like you have a delicious morsel for me to eat later.”

I tried to ignore my rampant erection as I made dinner, but it was difficult when every time I looked at Kate, she’d lick her lips and smile. In my addled, horny, and overwhelmed state, it was lucky that I was only making a basic chicken Caesar salad. Searing Moroccan spiced chicken slivers after adding fried bacon bits to shredded cos lettuce wasn’t a task that was too taxing. Nor was poaching eggs and adding them and parmesan cheese.

After mixing everything together, I set the table, removed a bottle of white wine from the fridge, opened it, poured three glasses, and bade the others to help themselves. I moved to take my usual spot beside Aunt Liz but was sent around the table to sit beside Kate. Kate’s hand surrounded my throbbing shaft as soon as I sat. I looked at my aunt, seeking guidance, but she ignored me and engaged Kate in a conversation. I didn’t know what else to do, so I concentrated on eating my salad and following the conversation. They were talking about investment finance, which was something I knew very little about.

Kate explained how she’d taken over running their new consultancy firm while her husband was in Europe, drumming up support for his new business. He’d taken their daughter, Krissy, and by her comments, Mrs Muggleton not only approved of her husband and their daughter being intimate, she actively encouraged them to be. I hadn’t read as far as Krissy’s deflowerment yet. I was currently reading ‘Four Days with Kath.’, where Kate’s rape had been confessed to her husband, and their marriage was struggling under the weight of her confession.

We’d all finished eating, but Kate showed no sign of releasing my rampant erection. Instead, she winked at my aunt and stood, dragging me up with her. She led me up the stairs and to my room, where she encouraged me to sit on the edge of the bed. Then, Kate knelt and swallowed my entire cock in one practised swallow. Her fingers slid along my taint and rimmed my tiny dark star. Of course, I climaxed almost immediately. I’d been on edge for nearly ninety minutes, and it was a miracle I hadn’t gone off in her hand before now.