The Perfect Beginning Ch. 14

Literotic asexstories – The Perfect Beginning Ch. 14 by KimberlyGirl,KimberlyGirl
This is the 4th installment of an ongoing story about Michele a and Tim. For sure, it is a disturbing relationship and is in no way intended to describe something healthy or ideal. Emotional sadism is central to it all. If this bothers you, this is not the story for you and I suggest you venture elsewhere.

What makes the story interesting to me is what takes place in the minds of the characters. Without words and ideas and the feelings that go with them, it’s all just mechanics and honestly, that’s not so interesting to me. Simple, pure fucking is a great thing to do. I don’t need to read about it. Perhaps when I was verrrrrrrry young, that alone would have intrigued me. Now…yawn. This is a dark, emotional journey. I hope you enjoy it.

The following preface is cut and pasted from installment II. For a more comprehensive understanding of their world, you can venture back to the first installment. Read it or skip it.

This story takes place in a very male dominant society, one which is even more patriarchal than our own. Our hero, Michele, is enchanted by the discovery of her own sexual super power. Poor, lucky Tim, on the other hand comes to realize that he falls under Michels’s spell, he does not measure up to societal expectations. These two young people are discovering and becoming as they grow together as a couple.

Psychological conflict and tension are central themes in this saga.

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The story has been formatted to meet the publishing requirement of our host and I am hopeful the necessary kinks have been worked out.

A more complete preface can be found at the beginning of the first installment and if you did not read it, it could be helpful to do so. Here are some of the contextual parameters of the fictional world the story takes place within.

* People are legal adults at 18 years of age.

* People usually live to about 2,000 years of age.

* The cultural norm has almost all legal adults living with their family of origin until they turn 200 years old.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 are treated as and referred to as children when they choose to continue living with their parents.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 often behave much as we would expect teenagers to behave here in our world. They are kept in a state of arrested emotional development.

* Young people between the ages of 18 and 200 years customarily consume “blockers” which prevent them from having sexual feelings or impulses.

* Often young people will begin to “date” around 160 yers of age and while they are expected to continue to take their blockers, some will surreptitiously stop taking them while a few will stop responding to them.

* Age and masculinity are revered in this world. Everybody looks up to their elders and few seriously question the patriarchy.

All characters in the story are over 18 years of age.

It is customary for those below the age of 200 to demonstrate their status by wearing clothing which signify to others that they are off limits. They would wear what we would think of as children’s clothing. Remember, an 18 year old and a 1,900 year old would look exactly the same age, so children’s clothes are very useful for signaling to those over 200 years to abstain from any romantic or sexual pursuit of another who was deemed of an inappropriate age.

Lastly, sex is not technically illegal for people between the ages of 18 and 200 years. It is considered profoundly taboo. Adult-children (18+) do have sex but it is kept very quiet. Some parents punish their children for engaging in this sinful pleasure and adult-children almost never tell-on one another in this regard, even those who might not like one another. Adult children live by a code and violation of said code subjects one to complete ostracization. Almost none experiment until they are well over 160 years old.

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Over the following years, they met as infrequently as once a week and occasionally, though not usually as often as four times a week.  The rate of meeting was based on Michele’s domestic/personal needs as well as the “break throughs” that Michele and Krista saw them making with Tim in his therapy.

****

“You are a unique and very, very special person!  You have within you a boy and a girl.  You are both Tim and Kimberly and that is wonderful!”

****

He stood naked on the coffee table with his hands clasped behind him and his legs slightly spread.

“Naughty…Naughty…Bad…Little…Boy…So…Very…Dirty…”

Between each single utterance, Krista brought the wooden ruler down hard on his erection.  Her left hand rested on his lower stomach at the base of his erection, used to bend his cock at the root such that it was perpendicular to his lean, hard body.  She smiled gleefully with each swing of the ruler and relished the sharp smack as it infused terror into his mind and pain into the boy’s hard penis. 

He cried out and begged but it went on and Krista drank in his fear, pain and submission with wide eyed relish!  She loved what she was doing and was confident she could actually cum from striking his cock.

If I can just make him cry!  

She’d give him a rest and allowed him to go flaccid, and then she’d change her manner utterly.  She’d allow the boy to put on his panties once more and become Kimberly.  Kimberly was treated to nothing but sweet kindness. 

“Darling girl, what ever is the matter? You seem so upset. Here, come with Ms. Krista to the couch. Come here pretty girl.”

With Kimmy in just her panties, the two snuggled on the couch. While gently brushing Kimmy’s body with fingertips, Krista gave her the most slow and gentle kisses. They were loving and “chaste” tongueless kisses intended to sooth the traumatized girl and considered a normal aspect of Kimmy’s therapy.

Instantly, Kimberly would become aroused and it was encouraged.  As though calming her seven year old daughter, “Yes, good girl. It’s okay, Kimmy-girl. You are very, very loved and you will always be taken care of.”

Krista would oh so gently rub her over her little, sissy rhumba panties and her erection was acceptable…as long as the panties were on.  “Look at you,” she encouraged. “What a good girl!” The gentle kisses were so moist and were fed to Kimmy between each sentence. Krista’s words were so loving and encouraging and her tone so hypnotic, it made Kimmy want to be the best little girl in the world.

Nothing felt better than being a good girl.

Suddenly Krista pulled down Kimberly’s panties and “discovered” Tim once more.  “Oh no you don’t!  How dare you…”  Back on the table, “Naughty…Naughty…Bad…Bad…Boy!”  And it continued.  And the tears did come.  And so did Krista!

****

“It’s almost nothing really; little more than vitamins,” said Krista as she poured the contents of the small vial into a glass of water.  “If I’d wanted to, I could have slipped it into your water and you would have never known, but there is no need.  All it does is take just the slightest edge off.  It will simply relax you so that you can concentrate on what we are doing and get the most out of it.”  

What Krista gave Tim was a new and powerful designer drug called Psyzine.  Psyzine was engineered and produced by a small team of lady chemists, physiologists and neuroscientists at UCBS who were immediately under Felicity Drake, the university president and member of The Ladies. 

The entire project was kept in house, top secret and fully owned by Felicity and her sister Millicent.  Their only client was the the Porschean government who paid handsomely for access to the drug they used to turn certain foreign nationals to their way of thinking.

It was particularly effective with interrogations and with long term use, turning civilians into spies. There were a shocking number of foreign dignitaries under its influence all of whom were brain washed into representing Porschean interest abroad.

Felicity and Millicent were especially eager to see just how the drug could be used to reprogram Tim.  The possibilities were most intriguing to the Scion Sisters or the SS, as they were referred to in elite circles.

Psyzine worked to make those on it both highly suggestible and profoundly, sexually aroused.  The direct effects of the drug would be gone in less than ninety minutes after it was administered and he’d have little or no conscious memory of what transpired while under its influence. 

What made the drug so potent was that although he’d not remember his time under its influence, he could be profoundly affected while in its grip and its full spectrum, mental effects were long lasting and if reenforced, became permanent. 

The chemists called it Hypnotica-9 because with the right amount of therapy, suggestion, guidance or hypnosis, call it what you will, one could fundamentally reorder another’s instinct or nature.  It produced a “cloud nine” sensation and there were nine scientists who were instrumental in its development. 

Krista smiled warmly as he swallowed it down.  “Just relax honey, we’ll begin in about ten minutes.  Consider it a nice break from your house work.”  

The truth was that she’d been slipping it into his water from the beginning but she did not want to continue in this way.  Risk of being caught by him could damage his trust in her.  She realized it would be best to be up front out it.

****

“Kimmy, honey, I want to go back to your childhood.  Let’s go back to when you were very, very young and your Aunt Claudia began touching you.  Do you remember that, sweetie?”

“Yes,” came Kimmy’s response.

“Of course you do.  How could you not?  It was such a formative event!  It has so much to do with who you are today.  And if we can be honest, one girl to another, it felt good, didn’t it?

Kimberly “remembered” just as Krista created the memory for her.  Not only did Kimberly remember Aunt Claudia touching her, in that moment, she felt herself as an eighteen year old again.

“Yes,” came her breathless response. “Really, really good.”

“Aunt Claudia took you off your blockers and it felt so amazingly good. Do you remember?”

Again, “Yes.” And again, he “remembered.”

Krista had worked with Kimberly on her early childhood persona.  This helped Kimberly better understand how she’d become the older girl that she now was.  She’d always embraced her sense of femininity.  She knew who she was at her core.  She was pretty, delicate and fundamentally submissive. 

Unlike Tim, Kimmy was not really ashamed of her submissive nature.  As a young girl, she learned it made her valuable to the important women in her life.

When Aunt Claudia touched her, it felt amazing.  Sex was exciting to Kimmy even as one so young.  When Claudia taught Kimmy how to pleasure a woman it became the most important thing in the young girl’s life.  Pleasuring a woman was not just the most thrilling things the girl would ever do, it became her primary purpose in life.  It became a sacred duty.

Claudia and then other women and girls taught Kimmy that her purpose in life was to be of service to others.  For a girl like her, it was the most virtuous ambition and it was explained to her that it was almost like joining a convent. 

****

Kimberly laid on the couch naked; she was soon to be just a tiny bit less naked.  Tim’s cock was rock hard.

“Is my little Kimmy-girl comfy?”

“Yes, Ms. Krista.  Thank you, I’m very comfortable.”  The psyzine was in full effect.

“You have a cute little, girl body.  Is Kimmy a good girl?”

“Thank you.  I really want to be, Ms. Krista.”

“Excellent.  You always want to be cute, don’t you Kimmy?”

“Oh yes, Ms. Krista.  I really, really do,” said most earnestly.

“You know, Kimberly, the hallmark of a well turned out girl is her sense of fashion.  The right clothes make all the difference.  They define what kind of girl you are and even when you don’t talk, they speak of it aloud to the rest of the world.  We already know you are a good girl.”

“Thank you, Ms. Krista.”

“But there is a little more to you than that, isn’t there Kimmy?”

Kimmy knew there was a whole lot more inside but was a little frightened to say as much so she looked on expectantly.

With an inviting smile, “Isn’t there a little bit of a sexy girl in there too?”

Kimmy smiled in kind and nodded in agreement.

“You’ve always been this way, little girl.  Ever since you and pretty, pretty Aunt Claudia began playing your touching games.  Ever since she began touching your panties.  Ever since she taught you how to pleasure a woman. 

“Anyway, you’ve always wanted to be noticed.  You’ve always enjoyed being watched and admired…like a pretty spring flower or a summer butterfly.” 

She watched as Kimmy’s face went deep red. 

“But that’s not all Kimmy.  You’ve always wanted to be wanted and desired. From as far back as you can remember.  You want to be sexy.  You’ve always wanted to be noticed, admired and sexually desired…by women.  And you’ve always enjoyed the touching.”

“Oh yes, Ms. Krista.  I do…so badly! It feels pretty.”

“That’s a girl!  Yes, it feels pretty.

“Kimberly, good girls get special things.  Kimmy likes girl-touching.”  Sitting next to him, Krista happily handled his erection and slipped the shiny, pink Barbie mini skirt over the head of his erection and down to the base of his rigid shaft.  The tight elastic constricted over his erection unintentionally serving as a cock ring.  “See how pretty?”  

“Yesssssss!  Oh my, it’s very pretty.”  And it felt good!  Kimmy loved the tight constriction.

“Yes it is pretty.  Girls have so much fun.  I can see that Missy loves this.” 

She then slipped on the matching pink halter top higher on his cock. 

The elastic bit into his cock wonderfully. 

“Isn’t that lovely?  Don’t you love the faux fur trim running along the base of the skirt and halter?  It’s so precious; it’s so little girl sexy!  Don’t you feel lucky to be a girl?”

“Yesssssssss,” Kimmy said breathlessly.  

“I thought you’d like it, pretty girl.

“You see, on the outside, you are a proper girl. But on the inside, you want to wear clothes like these that show off your little body and make women want you. Isn’t that so?”

“Oh my goodness, yes!” said with breathless urgency.

“Secretly, you are dying for them to know you’d do anything to please them.”

“Yes.”

Just then his cock contracted and large drop of precum formed on the head of his erection.

“Oops!  Now that is not very lady like.”  She quickly scooped up the drop with her fingertip.  “Now what shall I do with this?  Oh, I know.”  She proceeded to gently rub it onto Kimberly’s lips.  “All pretty girls should wear lip gloss. 

“Bad…Bad…Missy-Girl!  Between each utterance she gave Missy the softest little pat which only made her push out another drop of precum.  “Oh look, some more lip gloss for Michele’s pretty girl!”

This time Kimberly pursed her lips and she savored the dreamy sensation of “Michele’s” creamy finger on her lips.

“You can be such a naughty girl!” Krista said sweetly and encouragingly as she once more “spanked” Missy.  “You naughty little sex kitten.”

Her next finger-full slipped right into Kimmy’s mouth.  “That’a girl, suck gently.  Suck like a girl…suck like a cute, little kitten.”

****

“Tim, so wonderful to see you.  Come right in.  Did you just come from working out?”

“Thank you, Ms. Krista.  It’s good to see you as well.  I just came from karate.”

“Karate, really?” she made as though to be impressed.  And then, “Did you wear your cute, little pink belt for all the tough karate men?”

“No, Ms. Krista.”

She laughed as his face turned crimson.  “I’m just teasing.  God, but what if they knew?” she said almost wistfully.  “Now that would be something!

“Now, be a good boy and head on into the parlor and drink your water.  I’ll be in momentarily.”

*

“That’s a good point, Tim; why don’t we explore that a bit further, shall we?” as though she’d need his consent.  “What if they did know?  Do you think all these tough men would want a dojo geisha?”

“No, Ms. Krista.”  He sounded terrified. 

Is she going to tell them?

“Well of course not.  You would disgust them, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Ms. Krista.”

“And for good reason.  You should be ashamed.  Deeply ashamed.  Damningly ashamed.”

Now smiling brightly, “I think it is important for us to explore these well founded and completely justified feelings of inadequacy, rejection and shame.”

****

Sitting across the desk from Krista, Kimmy was dressed as though she were going to church.  She wore Mary-Janes, white leggings, navy blue, pleated skirt, a long sleeve white blouse and wore her hair in pig tails.  She was dressed the way a six year old girl might after rummaging through her closet in an attempt to look grown up.

Smiling across the expanse, “We’ve been talking a lot about value, personal worth and self esteem. 

“To review, Kimmy, where does this come from?  From where to we derive our self worth?”

Though sitting straight and smiling, she could not help but play with her pig-tail.  It was her nervous habit she’d had since she was a young girl.  “From our accomplishments … and skills, Ms.”  It felt so good to know the answers.

“Good girl.  Yet as we review your accomplishments,” Krista supplied the air quotes, “it’s clear to see it as a rather short list.  You dropped out of school at 14; again, for the recored, why was that?”

“I…I was not very good at school, Ms. Krista.  It was just so hard for me.” 

Krista had helped Kimberly remember how hard it was to concentrate on all those complicated ideas.  And with all those cute girls in the classes, Kimberly did not have a chance. 

All she could remember from her classes was day after day of playing with her pig-tails while staring at other girls and just getting horny.  Numbers could be just so confusing and she could never focus long enough to write a paper.  She failed every test. 

“Kimmy, the whole purpose of school is to show you how smart you are, to compare you to all the other students and to help you know your place in the world as a grown up.  And where did it show you your place was?”

“At the bottom, Ms. Krista.”

“What chance does a girl like you have of ever having a career that pays anything above slave wages?”

“None.”

“That’s right, none.  There is no career for a girl like you.

“Then how do you ever expect to be seen by anyone as a woman?”

“I don’t know.”  The girl felt her anxiety swelling.

“The answer is simple: you are not a woman and you never will be.  You are a girl and it’s as simple as that.  A girl is all you will ever be.  Make the most of it. Luckily for you, there is a place in the world for a pretty, well behaved girl. You can still be of value to others.

“What do you think would happen to you if Michele left you?  What would become of you if she cut off her love of you and kicked you out of her home?”  

Kimmy began gently shaking, “I…I don’t… Did she say something?”

Krista was so mentally disciplined and it was at times like these that she really had to remain focused.  Seeing Kimberly and Tim respond to their conditioning was profoundly erotic to her.  She did not bother suppressing her smile as she watched Kimmy become visibly agitated.  She knew Kimmy was having a difficult time breathing and focussing her attention.  She could see the tears welling in the girl’s eyes as she responded to the training and conditioning Krista had subjected her to.

That she could do this to a man aroused her beyond imagining. It was arousing, thrilling and fundamentally wicked. Its wickedness was her favorite part.

“No, no, it’s alright, baby-girl.  But we both know don’t we?  There is nothing for you and nowhere to go.  Going further, what skills do you possess?”

“I’m good at cleaning and keeping a house in order … and I’m getting better,” she said encouraged.  “And I can cook a little.”

“Let us be clear on this, Kimmy, Michele can always hire another house-girl.  I’m not saying that what you do is not important, because it is.  But anyone could do it.  You need to do better than keep a house, you need to keep a home. 

“When Michele is not there, you need to not just be like Little-Susie-Homemaker, you need to become her. You need to love being Little-Susie-Homemaker with all your heart. In your pretty, little girl heart, you have to love being a serving girl. Keep your station.

“There are only two other things that keep you in your position.  One is the way you look.  When you are not working on Michele’s home, you need to make yourself pretty.  You must always be aware of your appearance, little girl. 

“Make her want that cute, little ass of yours.  Everyone knows that a girl like you, a low girl, gets her value from her looks.  Be pretty.  Shake that money-maker and for goodness sake, keep that adorable bottom of yours in shape.  I can’t stress this enough, young lady: how you look is absolutely essential to you keeping your position.  Always, always, always be aware of your appearance. You should be thinking about your body and how it looks almost constantly.  At the very least, it always needs to be in the back of your mind.  Does my butt look good? How does it look to others? How will they judge my appearance. Repeat the question.”

“How…how do I look to others? Am I pretty enough? How does my butt look? But…but, Ms. Krista, what if I’m not?

“Very good, Kimmy! What if you are not pretty enough? That is exactly what you should be wondering. This question will always haunt you. And that’s good as it should. This question will motivate you to make sure your pig-tails are just right and your skirt is on straight. This question will help you do those 20 extra minutes on the exercise machine and to push yourself as hard as you can while doing it.

“This self doubt, which is natural for a low girl and even healthy, is what will compel you to keep that little girl ass of yours in top shape. ‘Does my butt look good in these shorts?’ is the question you will be asking of yourself all the time. Every time you enter a room with other women in it, you will be asking this question of yourself. And the thing is, it might not be. So try harder.

“Remember, you need her to want you.  You need this. Always it comes down to how you look.  Always, always, always.  I hope I’ve made that clear?”

“Yes, Ms. Krista.”

“Clothing is absolutely essential.  You need to look pretty at all times.  You are nothing if you are not pretty.  Never, ever forget that.  Always the question should be, ‘Do I look pretty enough?’ or ‘Am I alluring enough?’ ‘How does my butt look?’

“Always be perky…but not too perky; that can be irritating too.” 

Krista greatly enjoyed sowing the seeds of uncertainty, indecision and confusion into Kimmy’s mind. 

“Be pretty at all times, otherwise… Well, I’m a little scared for you.  You are a good girl and I don’t want to see you out on the streets.  How you look, your attractiveness and…  I hate to say it like this, but I think it best to put it in blunt terms just to be clear, even if it is rather crass: being “fuckable” is your greatest asset.  Pun very much intended. 

“You simply have to be desirable to other women and Michele in particular.  Yet to be clear, to other women as well.  Michele wants a nice piece of arm-candy.  She wants to show off her pretty, little girl-thing.  Make her proud.  Always be fuckable.  Always.  You need to be fuckable or…you’re…nothing.

“And that brings us to your only other skill: sex.  You need to be good at sex.”

“But how?” she asked with unconcealed desperation.

“Calm yourself, young lady.  Michele has shared with me that you have some natural skill in this area.  Good for you.”

“But how do I get better?”

“A lot of what I can tell you, you already know.  Always think of Michele’s physicals needs.  Never make her feel pressured for sex. 

“And be a ‘good girl.’  I happen to know that she likes good, prim and proper girls.  So look the part of the good girl until she’s ready. 

“I think you already know that you are there to serve.  Sexual servitude is your higher purpose.  Be prepared to serve at all times.  I’d tell you to be eager in this purpose, but I know you already are.  Beyond that, I’d just say, be ready, willing and able to do anything she wants.  Anything.  Anytime.  Anywhere.  This needs to be fundamental to who you are as a girl. You are a low-girl.”

****

Kimberly laid out on the couch wearing the most delicate and showy, lace lingerie. 

She stared at a photo of Michele as Krista held a pair of Michele’s worn panties over Kimberly’s mouth and nose all the while running the length of Kimberly’s sex with the most delicate fingertip.  “…that’s how perfect it is.  That’s how perfect it is when a girl experiences the love of a woman…This is the feeling of perfect love…Only between a woman and a girl…How lucky you are to be a good, good, pretty girl…”

****

Kimberly was pitched over Krista’s lap adorned in a skimpy, little French maid uniform.  Her skirt and layer upon layer of taffeta were pulled up and out of the way to reveal Kimberly’s white, silk panties. 

The two were wrapping up their session.  “…the perfect sexy, little girl-maid.  Always feminine, always attentive, always demure.”  And while continuing to gently rub Kimberly’s bottom over her panties, “Always the coquette.  Are you a coquette Kimberly?”

Kimberly’s eyes were half lidded and glassy.  She looked as though she were under the influence of some heavy narcotic.  As always, Krista administered his dose of Hypnotica at the outset of the session.  Resistance, as they say, was futile.

“Kimberly…?”

“Yes, Ms.  I mean…I know I am.  That is, at least with women I am.  I’ve always been this way…even when I was a little girl.”

“This all started with your very pretty, very loving and very, very powerful Aunt Claudia.  Do you remember?”

“Yes.”

“You are a good, little, lezzy-girl.  So desperate to be wanted, desperate to be desired.”

“Yes, Ms. always.  Is that bad?  Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, young lady.  You can’t help yourself.  You can’t help that you are a little sex kitten.”  She tickled Kimberly’s pantied bottom.  “You cute, little sex-kitten.”

Kimberly squirmed sinuously and giggled.  

“Who’s little sex-kitten are you?  To whom do you belong?”

“Ms. Michele’s.  I belong to Ms. Michele.  I’m her sex-kitten.  I want always to feel her collar and her short leash.  She’s my owner and I love her.”

Krista paused and smiled at the camera, smiled at her closest friend and partner.  “And there is nothing wrong with you being a lezzy-girl.”

Kimberly smiled dreamily.  The sensations on her bottom were exquisite and her therapists assurances and affirmations were so comforting.

“Yet your designs to seduce women even when you were a little girl were quite wicked.  Imagine that, at 18 years of age! Very naughty!” she said as though speaking to a very young girl.

“Oh no, Ms.  I’m sorry.”

“Young lady, you should be ashamed of yourself.  Of course there is nothing wrong with your feelings and desires.  And there was nothing wrong with you feeling strong sexual desires as a very, young girl.  Yet it was very naughty to be trying to seduce grown women when you were so scandalously young.  Strumpets get punished, young lady.”  

Kimberly felt her crotch being massaged and held her breath. 

“Imagine those grown women seeing you as a sexy, little girl.  There you are pretending you did not know your little skirt was flipped up showing off your pretty little girl bottom and your white cotton panties. 

“And you understood what you were doing to these poor women.  You were developing but you pranced about, posing and showing off your hot, little body as often as you could.  Bad girl!  You knew they could not touch you, but you led them on as often as you could with your tight, little eighteen year old body.”  

As her crotch was massaged, Kimberly remembered all of it.  She felt guilty because she knew in her heart she was a little strumpet.  Almost constantly she tried desperately to entice pretty women.  She was so needy for sex and validation.

“I…I just wanted them to like me.”

“Ms. Michele will not tolerate a harlot in her home.  There is nothing wrong with your desires.  And there is nothing wrong with you being a little lesbian whore inside your heart.  But that is where it must stay, young lady.  In Ms. Michele’s home, you are to know your station at all times. Look pretty, but all your coquettish desires and charms must be clothed in propriety.  Only when Michele signals you are you allowed to show her what an eager whore you really are.  Do you understand, girl?”

“Yes, Ms.”

“Next session we will review how you successfully seduced your tutor.  But for now, you will be punished for forgetting to curtsy when you first presented at the beginning of our session.”

“Yes, Ms.,” the girl said out of breath.

In the softest, breathiest tone, “Bad…Bad…Bad…Little…Girl.”  

The spanks were so wonderfully soft, but Kimberly knew not to cum.  “Good!” she all but squealed.  Good was short for, “I want to be a good girl so please stop spanking me or I’ll cum in my panties like a bad girl.”

Krista waited for a moment and began anew.

*

Working on Kimberly-Tim became Krista’s very favorite thing to do.  Playing with Tim’s mind got her more aroused than anything else in her life.  Nothing trumped turning a man into a girl.  Nothing.  It was supremely arousing.  

Urges crept into her consciousness from some dark recess and emerged as cravings and then morphed into dark obsession.   She wanted to kill Tim and experienced many orgasms while fantasizing about doing so. 

She did not want to physically kill him, it’s just that she so got off on the power of killing him psychically or spiritually.  She wanted to joyously torture and slowly murder his masculinity.  She wanted to smile gleefully, triumphantly while looking him in the eye as the lights went out and his sense of manhood died forever. 

And she knew she could do it.  She visualized her pretty, little hand over his mouth, while with the other, she pinched closed his nose.  As his realization set in and he was beset by the most essential struggle, eyes large and wild, her orgasm over took her. 

Another image was a bit more physical.  One she particularly enjoyed had her taking his back as they wrestled.  She managed to wrap her legs around his torso, feet meeting at his crotch.  One of her arms snaked around his neck and choked the life from his masculinity.  Occasionally, she’d kick one of her powerful legs back, striking her heel sharply into his balls. 

That image alone was enough to make her cum.  But she usually held off.  As he weakened, she released her choke hold and let him recover a little.  “I’m going to kill you now.”  She visualized his eyes going large with desperate fear.  She’d repeat it many times to drink in his fear and to savor the taste. 

Eventually she’d choke him out.  This drove her over the edge. 

Another scenario had him wrestled into exhaustion and powerless before her.  With him positioned on his back, she stood over him, one foot at each side of his head.  She’d look down and they’d stare into each other’s eyes. 

Fear and defeat rendered him utterly beautiful to her.  His expression was one of abject pleading.  Krista was a predator.  She maintained eye contact all the way down until she sat with his face buried deep into her pantied crotch. 

Using her ankles, she pressed into the sides of his head to keep him face up and in position as she settled comfortably onto his face.  His struggles and eventual convulsions, stimulated her entire crotch, from her perfect asshole to her pretty, little clit.  Her orgasms were exquisite.  

In every scenario in which she killed Tim, he’d come back to life as Kimberly, submissive girl slave.

Of course she couldn’t kill Tim as Michele preferred Tim to Kimberly.  Yet she knew eventually that she’d kill a man and turn what was left over into a docile, little girl. 

Krista realized she was a manhunter and within her was a very unique sort of homicidal killer.  She was a spirit taker and she longed to take and destroy the male soul…one after the other. 

She always tried to have a submissive boy or girl lined up to take care of her after a session with Tim.  She just needed relief.