Submission is a Powerful Thing

 

I was just 22, living on my own, and had already experienced more in the forms of alternative lifestyles than I'm sure all of my friends combined! Exposed as a panty boy teen crossdresser of sorts, submitted to a real Dominatrix, and now had two experiences being a cocksucker to a stunning Transexual, it was all adding up to quite the mental conundrum. 

Anna's panties and pantyhose made their way in my boxes of things moved to my apartment and at some point after my second visit with Diamond, I began to turn to them again on occasion as probably a reminder as to how powerful the lure of Women still were to me, as I wasn't sure if my shemale cocksucking escapades was signalling a shift in my baseline sexuality or not? Anna's panties on my face as I jerked off again brought back all those feelings of being drawn to the essence of a Woman from youth and all the wonderful things it signified. Now mixed in with those feelings was suddenly once again curiosities of BDSM. I had written off my first and only experience with Mistress Morganna as something that perhaps just wasn't for me, yet Her invitation to serve Her at Her dungeon was quietly creeping into my thoughts on occasion. Moreso, when I would discover a new edition of Kinky Times magazine, no doubt!

 

Being regularly reminded as to how much better my second visit with Diamond was than my first, I started to wonder if perhaps a second visit with Mistress Morganna, this time in Her fully equipped dungeon would be an experience that far surpassed the first in a standard hotel room? By now over 3 years had passed since that experience and I had begun to be more educated on the many different aspects of what BDSM entailed, although by no means an expert by any sense. I wasn't sure when I would attempt to try again, but as time passed, I felt that familiar pull that had led me to Anna's panty drawer, and then to my knees sucking Diamond's cock. What I wasn't fully aware of was now, all the ingredients had been assembled for what would ultimately become "Devina". 

Now it was a matter of slowly figuring out a recipe and to experiment on what worked with what and how much of each made for the best dish. Once assembled in the right order, all that was needed was a little heat....