The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 23 - Surprised In The Straw

Kelly’s voice had risen to an anguished wail on that last sentence as she flung her head forward, her long blonde hair flopping over her face and her shoulders heaving with emotion. There was nothing I could say. Only those of us who have experienced the same irrational desire that you cannot understand or explain and turns the world that you know upside down can realise what she had been through. I got my cigarettes out again, making a mental note to stop and buy some more packets from the first shop that we passed on the road later. Kelly raised her tear streaked face to accept the lighted cigarette that I offered her and took a couple of puffs before continuing her story.

“It was towards the end of the summer term in ‘Forty Three and the Town had been collecting clothes to sell for some reason or other. It might have been for Overseas Parcels, War Bonds, Victory Loan Bonds, Wings for Britain or even the Spitfire Fund; I can’t remember now. Anyway, they were being sorted at our school into piles by size, sex, and types, outer or undergarments, shoes or miscellaneous. People were giving everything including toys, books, personal items and household goods as well as clothes and the tables were all full.

I hadn’t gone home on the School Bus with Michael because Pa had gone into Calgary to get some supplies and to see Grandma and was going to collect me in the Pickup on his way back. To kill time I was helping my teacher, Mrs Greenaway, sort through some of the stuff when Mrs Ramsay came in with another bag. She and Mrs Greenaway went off for a chat and I was left alone with her bag. The Ramsay’s had four daughters, all older than me; in fact Brian had been going out with Jenny, the eldest, before he enlisted, so the bag was full of girls’ clothes in various sizes. Even now I can’t explain what came over me but, as I handled these dresses, skirts, blouses and underwear, I started to tremble and sweat, I felt dizzy and my mouth was dry. Suddenly I wanted to try these on, to know what it felt like to have them against my skin, to fix a bra around my chest, to pull stockings up my legs and clip them to suspenders and to walk in a skirt. I also had an erection and it was so painful. That’s when I took the fateful step. I quickly put aside all the clothes that I thought would fit me, including the older girls’ underwear, and then ran around the tables pulling out some other nice clothes that I had seen and I hoped were in my size. I also grabbed shoes, including some pairs with  heels, packets of stockings, a couple of blonde display wigs from the ladies hair parlor on Third Avenue, a hair brush and mirror , a small box of make up, some costume jewellery and a pair of rubber bra inserts, still in their box, that I have no idea who donated. Having selected all the things that I could think of that my Ma used, I crammed them into a spare sack with the clothes and put it outside the door. I tidied away the remainder of the Ramsay’s clothes and went to tell Mrs Greenaway that I wasn’t feeling well and was going to wait outside for my Pa. I was dripping with sweat and shivering with excitement now and my teacher was most concerned but all I wanted to do was get away with my precious bundle. When Pa came, I slung the sack into the open back of the pick up and almost passed out with relief when I saw the school building dwindling into the distance in the wing mirror on my side of the cab.

Pa had no sooner applied the brake when we reached home than I was out of the cab, lifted the sack and had raced off to conceal it behind a pile of bales of straw in one of the barns where I thought it was unlikely to be found. All through doing my chores, washing up and then eating supper all that I could think of was the contents of that sack but fortunately, Michael had received a letter from his parents and no one noticed my distraction. Afterwards the others settled down to listen to the radio and I slipped out to explore my cache. In the cool barn I stripped off naked and then began my selection of clothes from the sack, discovering for the first time how awkward it is to put on and secure a bra. Knickers are not designed to hold male genitalia, especially when swollen with excitement, and that took some adjustment before I felt comfortable. The matching white suspender belt was easy enough but I had never experienced anything before like the pleasure of rolling stockings up my legs and clipping the suspenders to the welts even if the leggings were too long and I had to fiddle with the length of the suspenders. I stood up and, for the first time, felt the pull of the suspenders on stockings that sent a tingle all the way down to my toes. Without female hips to rest on, the waist band needed to be settled in the right place across my flat stomach to stop it sliding down. I was learning as I dressed; each garment a new and wonderful experience. I opened the box of bra inserts, tucked them into the cups and then looked down at my new bust and beyond. I gulped, this was happening to someone else, that wasn’t my body that I could see. I felt as if I was floating away as I dropped a slip over my shoulders and then stepped into a purple and white floral design summer frock and did up the few buttons at the bodice over my rapidly beating heart. I picked one of the wigs, long and yellowy blonde, and gave it a couple of tentative strokes with the hand brush. At last I put in on top of my own short cropped hair, it felt hot and stray strands tickled my face and my shoulders until I applied the hand brush again. Now I could pick up the mirror and look at myself. I did not know the person that I saw.  A stranger with long hair and a frightened face but it was a sixteen or seventeen year old girl that stared back at me. I was so happy! I put on some cheap gilt earrings and similar necklace and bracelet and then experimented with various hair styles with the hand brush and mirror until I was happy with one that I thought suited me. The wig was old and the hairs were stiff and brittle, many coming off or breaking as I brushed but I did not care. I decided that I would only apply some lipstick but, again the experience was unbelievable although the visual result makes me shudder today, I buttoned a white sweater around my chest and then sat down on a bale to strap a pair of white shoes, with one inch heels, onto my feet. At last I had finished. I stood up and took a few tentative, swaying steps, enjoying every sensuous moment of the restrictive bands and straps on my body, the smooth sliding of the stockings on my legs and the cool breeze between my skirted legs when I moved. I tried a twirl, staggered and sat down again with a bump. I picked up the hand mirror and looked at myself from various angles and distances, amazed at the transformation I had undergone. Finally, I propped up the mirror on a bale opposite to me and just sat staring at the girl in the reflection and trying to make sense of the thoughts, emotions and feelings that whirled through my mind and body. Only one thing was certain; this is what I wanted and I never wanted it to end.

My erection had subsided and I sat there at peace with myself, unaware of the passage of time until a noise jolted me out of my reverie and I gasped. A voice nearby called out my name and I got to my feet, seeking somewhere to flee but it was too late. Michael came round the stacked bales and confronted me. In the fading light I saw confusion and then recognition pass across his face. “Kelly, is that you?” he stammered. “How long have you…?” I couldn’t answer, just hanging my head in shame. To me amazement, Michael cupped my face in his hands and said “Kelly, you are beautiful”. He kissed me on my lips; my knees buckled and I had to fling my arms around his neck to stop myself collapsing in a heap on the floor. Then, I was responding to his kiss and his arms were around my body, pulling me harder against him. When we broke for breath, I laid my head on his shoulder, my confused brain racing and my heart beating wildly as he stroked the tresses of my wig. We sat down on the bales and he drew the story out of me; I couldn’t explain my feelings to myself so I don’t know what sense he made of it but he listened and he didn’t laugh, chastise or sneer at me. Instead; he kissed me again, took out his kerchief and wiped the lipstick off both of our faces and said that it was getting late so I had better change back as I couldn’t go into the house looking like that. Michael and I shared my bedroom because he had had nightmares when he arrived and didn’t want to sleep on his own in Brian’s room, so we had both seen each other naked but now I felt very shy about undressing in front of him. When I got down to my underwear, he told me take out the bra fillers and to just put my shirt, trousers and boots back on and take the sack of clothes in with us so that I could dress up again properly later. It felt strange to look like a boy again as we repacked the sack which Michael smuggled upstairs while I said goodnight to Ma and Pa.

We laid everything out on my bed and I tried to do a better job of the makeup in a bigger mirror and used the shorter blond wig this time. Michael stood behind me, his hands on my bare shoulders and every now and then his fingers would dig in and I could see him gulp in the mirror. I stood to get the blouse and skirt that I had selected but Michael stopped me. He was blushing and seemed in great pain but he put his arms around me and caressed my body, touching the bra straps and my false bosom, stroking my buttocks and putting his fingers under the clips of my suspenders as we kissed. I felt his tongue push my lips apart and I almost broke away but he held me tight until I responded with my own and I felt my nerves tingle as the tips touched. When Michael broke off the kiss, he looked me in the eyes and told me how lovely I looked; I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh and my own penis stiffening in my knickers. Living on a farm I knew all about the sexual act but nothing of sexual gratification and human emotions, I was a few months short of twelve and puberty was just begun. I knew that my penis got stiff if I touched the end and during the night while I slept but little more than it was used for reproduction. My awakening was about to begin.

He whispered in my ear that I should lie on his bed and I frowned at him and started to tremble. I knew that bed was where sex happened but I didn’t know what he wanted to do because I didn’t have the right female parts. He shushed my protests and I did as he wanted. I lay back on the bed, with my head on the pillow, and watched Michael strip naked, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. His penis was long and hard, with veins sticking out, the root and his dropped testicles covered with curly dark brown pubic hair. Now I was frightened; as he got on the bed beside me, I started to tremble again and he put his arms around me until I calmed down. Then he got to his knees and stroked my body and bare limbs, making my nerves tingle and my body temperature rise. He leant down, kissed me and our tongues fenced for little while until he knelt back up again and began to masturbate his penis. I had no idea what he was doing but was fascinated and felt my own twitching in my groin. Almost in a dream, I pulled my slip up my chest, put my hand in my knickers and inexpertly copied what he was doing. With his free hand he pushed mine away, tugged my knickers down a little more and began to pump my shaft for me. I was soon writhing on the bed, gasping for breath because the tight band of the bra was restricting the expansion of my chest and not understanding the strange feeling in my groin. Michael was breathing harshly too as his masturbating hand moved faster but then he stopped, took my hand, wrapped it around his penis and closed his hand over mine as he resumed rubbing. Suddenly, I felt his penis pulse and twitch beneath my fingers and he groaned as a white liquid began spurting from the top of the glans and onto my bare stomach. Then, I felt the most exquisite pain in my smooth round testicles which moved up my penis, my hips jerked on the bed and to my astonishment, my own semen was splashing in the same place, although some of it was flung a bit further on to my slip and my bust. The pace of Michael’s hands slowed as he squeezed more drops out of both shafts. I still felt pain but it was a different sort, more as if a sore or sensitive spot was being touched. I felt sweaty and slightly depressed and ashamed of what had happened but I had never experienced such a feeling as I had while I ejaculated. I wanted to do it again straight away. Michael released my hand and my penis and sat back on his heels, his chest heaving and his eyes closed. I reached up and trailed my fingers again the clammy skin of his stomach making him shudder. Michael used his fingers to stir together the pools of our semen on my stomach and having sucked his fingers, dipped them again and offered them to me. My initial reaction was disgust but I opened my lips for him to insert the digits. I smelt cornflower moments before my tongue swept the sticky substance of his fingers and I swallowed, tasting something warm salty and gooey. We did this several times as if sealing the bond between us and then Michael leant forward and licked up the last drops, making me giggle and squirm as his tongue tickled me. He reached over to put out the bedside light and snuggled down beside me. We kissed and hugged, rubbed our bodies and legs together, oblivious to smears from our damp genitals. As sleep claimed us I told myself that whatever had happened, had been because Michael thought of me as a girl and I felt a great wave of emotion. That was when I fell in love with him.  



                               

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