Mistress Lea’s Feminization of Me

Lea has been a fixture in my life for years. She and my dad were college professors and had done research together. I knew her as Lea. She came for dinner every other month and, seated across from me at our mahogany dining room table with my parents at either end, she’d ask me about this and that and then she’d respond with “lovely,” or maybe she’d run her napkin under her lipstick and quietly thank me. I’d stare at her while she was talking with my parents. I was young enough that I could stare without realizing I was staring. She’d pause in turning her head from one end of the table to the other to raise her eyebrow at me questioningly in way that seemed to say simply, “Would you too?”

By sixteen, I no longer made a point of being at home for these dinners. One night, I walked in, stoned, something I almost never did, waved hello, and headed upstairs to my bedroom. Mommy had bought me a cherry four poster bed and I lay under the sheet in the chill early October air, gossamer curtains from both windows billowing into the room with music pumping in my ears. My eyes were closed and I was fisting my stiff penis, thinking about fucking Lea from behind, using her as an object of gratification while she purred inside like a leopardess, away she could at any moment turn and chew my head off. I mindlessly pumped my dick without approaching orgasm, just experiencing the sensations, mechanical and oblivious to all else. Flesh suddenly filled my mouth and I sucked it hard. Was that a nipple? I probed with my tongue and pushed it back out, instinctively cupping my tongue under it, falling into the rhythm of nursing. I could see nothing above me that made sense in the near black. I whimpered and whined, my rapidly mounting orgasm making my legs contort and thrash on the bed. It was Lea. It was Lea. It was Lea and I was cumming. A hand covered my eyes and a finger pressed to my lips. I nodded and shut my eyes and heard nothing but the music in my ears. When a car door shut outside, I looked down into the driveway and saw Lea motioning downward, which I interpreted as her directing me downstairs.

“Michael?” my dad called when I entered the kitchen. “Tell me how this sounds to you. I was telling Lea how you’d be taking college classes in math your senior year because you got ahead and she started talking about how she always wished she could homeschool a child. It’s only two classes, which isn’t a lot of college credit and what she could teach you could give you real head start when you go away in the fall.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” my mom said. “And something tells me Michael likes older women.” She smiled at me to dispel the weight of the statement. Dad was oblivious.

“It is. There are the hurdles they lay out for you in school that, if you go far enough, you can develop an understanding of the larger concepts that underlie it all. That’s how it is with computers. I assume it’s the same with math. She can show you some of that backdrop, that larger picture. I know you’re bright enough to learn. She seemed genuinely excited about it. Give her a call tonight.”

I called from the next room for safety. “Lea?”

“Michael.” There was an amused satisfaction to her voice. “Remember that finger on your lips. Keep remembering it.”

“Dad told me you wanted to tutor me.”

“No, Michael. Tutors help slow students keep up. I want to teach you. And I want to show you.”

“What do you mean?”

“How would you tell me the sine of pi over seven?”

“I’d need a calculator.”

“Do you know how it would answer?”

“It’d probably run a Taylor expansion, right?”

“Most likely. But that’s not correct, is it?”

“No, it’s just an approximation.”

“No, Michael. It’s not correct. The sine of pi over seven is a real thing. It is the length opposite leg of a triangle divided by the length of the hypotenuse of that triangle. The Taylor expansion offers a numerical value that roughly equates to the numerical value that could be obtained by calculating the sine, but that sine cannot be calculated. Math is hopelessly flawed due to the limitations of human perception. It’s also a pinball machine of sorts that just so happens to work. But if you ever say that in my house, I will fucking go out of my way to make sure you go to college a virgin. Finger on lips, Baby. Thursday. Four-thirty.”

“You should have let your mother dress you,” Lea commented when she saw me, staring down at my untucked T-shirt. She was beautiful at five feet with large breasts for a Korean woman. She shut the door behind me. “Take it out.”

I froze and stared at the floor ten feet off.

“Take it out. Your dick. I know you heard that time.”

Numbly, I fiddled with my zipper.

“Come here and sit and take care of yourself. You aren’t going to be a good student until you get some of your cum out.” Lea nudged my legs off the ottoman with her shin and sat upon it, hand moving on my knee, and smiled. “Look right into my eyes. Do you see that they’re happy, that I’m happy you’re going to lance your balls with my dick and spill your cum as an offering to my pussy? Look into them Michael. What do you know?”

“I’m you.”

“Yes, Michael. I’m inside you. You can’t tell the difference. You know it’s right and you’re scared it isn’t really so.”

“Yes, Lea.”

She pursed her lips and dropped her eyes to my dick, her fingernail now tracing patterns on my knee. “Mistress Lea.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“I want you try your very hardest to cum, Michael. But I don’t want you to cum until you completely accept that I am inside of you, sharing your mind and heart and body and soul, making them more and more mine.”

My hand thumped furiously.

“I didn’t see it well the night before. I’ve only seen one larger. How big is it?”

I grasped the bottom half of my dick with my left hand and put my right atop it, leaving about a half inch of shaft below the head to jerk off. “It was between four and four and a half inches when I was fourteen, measuring from the top. Probably closer to four. I really don’t remember.”

“It’ll be over eight by the time you’re twenty-four. Those things keep growing, you know.”

“Will you suck it?”

“Yes. Of course.” She said, happy I had asked and genuinely excited. “First, a question. Do you think you can stop me from sucking your dick?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Do you think you have any choices at all?” Lea licked and enveloped the head of my dick with her mouth. My hands slumped and her head sank lower.

“No, Mistress. I understand. I’m a slave to what I need.” I felt no pleasure. I felt nothing at all of Lea’s gentle, loving mouth. I just felt a sense of utter certainty as I chanted those words. “Yes, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. Yes, Mistress. Yes, Mistress.

Lea eventually rose and stared directly into my eyes. She was so obviously eagerly waiting for me to cum, which didn’t make sense to me. “I want that,” she mouthed as I continued to chant. I chanted faster and louder, hoping to cum, knowing it would be even better without either of us touching my dick. But I grasped it eventually, chanting. Still it grew soft in my hand. I let it go, exhausted and it came the moment it hit my thigh.

“Who are you?” Lea asked.

Hot, hot cum ran from my dick, covering my thigh, spilling down both sides of it. “Good,”

Lea assured me, her hand on my leg, fingers moving through her hot cum pool.

I closed my eyes. “I’m you.”

“You’ll always know it, Michael. I swear, you’ll always remember whenever you wonder. You do feel it’s wonderful, yes? Me inside you, knowing you, judging you. Do you see how eager, how desperate you are for my love.” Her voice was a gentle whine. A hand was touching my cheek and I opened my eyes. Mistress Lea was holding out a small can. “I bought a four pack of Red Bull. Zip up your pants, Michael. Finger on lips.”

“Thank you, Lea. Where do you want to sit?”

“Sit on the sofa with me. You know the definition of a parabola, right?”

“All points equidistant from a focal point and the shortest distance to a line that, in conjunction with the focal point, define the parabola.”

“Okay, now make up your own geometric figure.”

I began to speak aloud and, growing confused, would backtrack and forage ahead and finally said, “Two focal points and a line. The figure consists of all points such that the difference between the distances to the two focal points is equal to the distance to the line.”

“Now, tell me how this applies to the real world.”

“It doesn’t. I just made it up.”

“Exactly, we’re going the wrong direction. Mathematical models describe systems that already exist. You don’t contrive models for the sake of constructing the system. Okay, that’s five years of math right there. Let me see your eyes. I want to figure out exactly what color they are.” She placed her hand on my leg. She continued to alternate between conceptual lessons in mathematics and flirting with the ostentatiousness of a whore and the warmth. It gave me an easy sense of confidence and I began to push back, actively flirting with a woman for the first time in my life. “Remember what I said the other night? There are no appearances, no triangles to measure, only manifestations of appearances. A bit Zen, I know, but true. The real triangle is a lexical polygon drawn to the idiom of a triangle with angle pi over seven. The word is very much a word but the number of letters in it, in this case, cannot be counted. But it will always be the same word in any manifestation of it.” She had been whispering to me and after she fell silent, she leaned in and grazed her lips across my jaw. I turned my head. Her eyes were intent and smoldering. “I think I’ll have your virginity now, Michael,” she said in a quiet, hard voice.

“Finger.” She had dressed for the occasion and hiked up her black and white cheetah print miniskirt and pulled over her panties over her boots. She brushed my hands out of the way and tucked the corners of my cargo pants down into the fly, against the insides of my thighs. I felt the wetness of her pussy. “Big dick,” she grunted and slid upon me, my cum spurting towards her womb before our hips met. Lea stared down at me with cold, cold eyes and hard features that said, “I own you.” I was still hard inside her and pulsing but not sore. She brushed my cheek with the back of her hand. “That is your first lesson. Michael?”

“Mistress?”

“We have a minute or two.”

“Do you know me?”

Mistress Lea frowned, seeming somehow large, statuesque, concerned. “I’m entirely sure I do but I couldn’t tell you anything about you that you haven’t told me. I don’t know if I know who you’d become with me or if I have an instinctive sense of you.” Her forefinger brushed away the tear on my cheek. “An understanding of who you are that transcends the banalities of what you consider yourself to be. But I don’t think that’s it because there’s nothing about this that feels particularly profound. I just know how to behave to make you behave in ways that make me happy. And I enjoy behaving those ways.” I had grown slightly soft inside her and my dick was thundering with blood. “I can feel your heartbeat in my pussy, Baby.” She still wore the same concerned frown. She leaned forward very slowly and kissed me passionately, thrusting her tongue as far into my mouth as she could. In conjunction with the pleasure of her hot, wet pussy twitching around my dick, my eyelids fluttered and I moaned into her throat.

“Baby,” she smiled. Her hands cupped my face. She was so fucking wet. Her lips rushed forward to mine. “You hot fuck,” she wheezed from between clinched teeth, the tendons in her neck bulging out. My dick was alive inside her, pounding against the walls of her pussy a hundred times a minute. “Do you need permission?” She asked when her head stopped thrashing.

“I don’t make decisions, Mistress Lea” I whined.

“Good boy. You can go soft if you want, but you cannot cum. I’m going to take my time with your virgin dick.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself too me. Her tongue stabbed in and out of my mouth, fucking it like a dick while she rocked very softly atop me. Mistress Lea let out a soft whimper and began screwing me faster, mashing her hips against me higher. She coaxed my tongue into her mouth and then, locking lips, proceeded to nurse like a baby bird, sucking and tonging and biting. She pulled back, her hair a mess around her face and shoulders. “Do you want to lose your virginity, Michael? Are you ready now, Baby?”

I didn’t move nor speak and another violent orgasm overtook Mistress Lea, shaking her torso. I knew she wanted my cum but there was nothing I could do. I was so far away and I knew this moment was everything but I couldn’t be a part of it. I could feel her pussy twitching on my dick.

“Next one.” She was fucking my brains out. My balls were ready to explode from trapping my cum. The shaft of my dick had forgotten everything but the endless pleasure of her pussy. My body screamed for release, my mind screamed in bliss, and my soul screamed in endless, raving hunger. Her pussy began to spasm again. Mistress was kissing me. I was inside her and at peace. I had cum.

Lea stripped out of the rest of her clothes and literally scampered out of the room, fingernails trailing on the hall. I didn’t hear the microwave beep but still she returned with a pair of chopsticks a blue and white bowl of brown liquid with pools of grease floating on the surface and food underneath. She turned off the lights and sat on the coffee table, quite far back, with the steaming bowl between her knees. Mistress pulled something out of the bowl with the chopsticks and held it aloft. It dripped into the bowl. I tried leaning forward but had to slide off the sofa, my legs unfolding beneath the table, to reach it with my mouth. I whimpered at the heat, my eyes shut. I opened them to see a second morsel and Lea’s smile. The liquid inside it gargled in my throat as I held it at the back of my mouth, too hot to swallow. I took the next morsel more eagerly. “Good,” she said with a pleasant, reassuring smile. Air hissed out of my nostrils. “One more bite.” I took it, chest heaving at the spiciness and heat of the food. “You’re a good damned boy,” she smiled down at me, rose over the bowl and straddled my legs, standing on her knees, on either side of me, perfect at her height for offering me her breast.

I couldn’t make out anything in the dark. It was all backdrop There was me and there was Mistress Lea and there was an unending fucking void of need. I steadily pumped her breast in and out of my mouth, not even touching it with my hand, sucking very hard and doing my best to cup her nipple as opposed to just press my tongue against it when I expelled her tit from my mouth to immediately, needfully, shamelessly and ravenously pull it back in again. There was not enough. Even as a gushes of warm, thin fluid drained down my throat that were nothing but proof of something beyond comprehension, it was not enough. There was no way to fill the need. Trying to fill it the only way possible merely kept it at bay, and it was not the sensations or the power of the emotions, but the symbolism of nursing that kept the void from growing further. My dick rose and Lea shifted slightly. It pierced her labia and she grasped my head and cradled it to her but did not move her hips. I began to whimper and she said nothing, made no noise, just ran a single thumb back and forth on my scalp. My legs were in epileptic fits, milking some sensation from her hot pussy until she rose entirely off the head of my huge dick, soaked me in nectar. She rose further when she felt the first of my cum. Eight pulses splashed into her pussy and fell, drenching my dick in its own cum as it continued to erupt. “Say it,” she whined, tilting my chin.

“Goddess,” I gasped, astonished.

“Baby,” Mistress Lea sank on my screamingly sensitive dick. “I’d like you to come upstairs and climb on my bed, get on your knees, bury your head in the pillows, and offer up your ass to me. I want to show you what’s it’s like to get fucked like a woman gets fucked and to love it like a woman loves it.” She frowned slightly. “Understand why you want to offer up your ass to me.”

“I’m Mommy’s sissy.” I was blinking rapidly.

“Good boy, I’ve wanted this since you were eight. What do you think about? When you think about me?”

Strangely, I answered honestly. “I’d imagine you sucking my dick. I imagine you knocking on my bedroom door and then you suck my dick and I cum. Then I imagine eating your pussy. I imagine that and I cum. Then I imagine fucking. You’re on top. Then I imagine fucking you in the ass. Usually, I do something twice. It takes two or two days and then maybe I watch porn or think about a girl at school and then I come back to you.”

“How often?”

“The whole thing? Every week.”

“For how long?”

“Since I was twelve or thirteen.”

“Is this too much?”

“Yes. It’s much too much.” I felt half asleep, head bobbing with my words, eyes focused but everything seeming different. It was what I was looking at, but that didn’t make it real.

“I meant the questions.”

“No, I want you to know.”Lea smiled chirped. “Michael, are you saying I’m your archetype for female sexuality?”

“I don’t have any choices, Mistress Lea,” I said, unsure what answer to give.

“But you know the truth.” She leaned forward and we kissed. “You’re like a little bird, Michael. My baby bird who simply cannot separate me from everything that makes sense about love and sex. We’re synonymous, aren’t we, Baby? So when I feed you my pussy later, I’ll be feeding you the pussy that represents all pussies, the perfect home for your dick. Does thinking about eating my pussy make you hard? Have you ever left it out? Even once? Michael, when you lick my pussy, when I feed my little bird my pussy, when you taste the goddess you cum for, I want you these words in your head the whole time, repeating again and again. Are you ready to hear them?” She was sucking my earlobe. “Love Mommy.” Lea rose off me and picked up a throw pillow. She motioned me to follow her to the front door. She plopped the pillow down and I sank to my knees upon it, noting a couple walking a dog in the golden light of the setting sun. Lea’s fingers opened her pussy and her other moved to the doorframe. She was leaning against it. ” Now love Mommy.”

Mistress Lea stared ahead, into the street, unobscured to the world in the light that offered me a clear vantage point to the first pussy I’d ever seen.

“Don’t wear yourself out. Just swab the clit.”

I didn’t listen. I did my best to suction onto her shaved pussy without my god damned nose getting in the way. I kissed and lathered and and sucked and growled gutturally. My whines must have sent vibrations through her whole pelvis, they were so loud. I couldn’t cum. “Love Mommy. Love Mommy. Love Mommy. Love Mommy.” I needed to cum for Lea. The lesson wasn’t that Lea was Mommy. I was sure of that. Then it dawned on me that her pussy was Mommy, that I should love it. Something shifted inside me. I began to kiss instead of lick. I began to taste instead of rub. It was hot, erotic, sexual. It was foreplay. But I didn’t know for what until my dick began to throb wildly in my hand. Nothing brought it any closer to orgasm, but it responded.. Lea’s dick. Of course! I was to cum for Mistress Lea’s pussy, not for Mistress Lea. I began rocking my jaw against her pubic mound, fucking her pussy with my face. Almost immediately, I dutifully came and simply stood and placed a hand on either of Lea’s biceps and stared into her fierce, tilted eyes.

“Taste please,” she whispered throatily.

We kissed, drowning in the taste of her pussy’s nectar. “Does you want more?”

The fierceness didn’t leave her eyes, but she dropped them a bit before nodding in two jerks of her head, then her eyes fell away and to the side, her other arm rising to grasp the opposite side of the doorframe.

“Until I cum again?”

“Yes. That’s good baby,” She harshly gasped in a quiet contraction of her chest.

I noticed her breasts and paused to nurse before dropping to my knees, in love and making out with my own mother while masturbating furiously to the hushing sound of passing traffic. I looked up at Lea’s glistening caramel breasts and began to whine the word, “Mommy.” My passion soared as I filthily ate the Mommy, learning it was my Mommy. That it had been, that it had been since the first time I came for her, for Mommy. I had lost my Mommy and Lea’s pussy had taken its place. “Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.” I panted and whined and then I began to spurt. I shrieked. “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Some of the noise was muffled by my suctioning her pussy with my mouth. I spurted and spurted and screamed “MOMMY!!! MOMMY!! MOMMY!!! MOMMY!!!” I was no longer eating her at all. I was staring at her cunt. “FUCKING MOMMY!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!” Two huge streams of cum flew up, some over my shoulder, some on Mistress’s leg, and some on my face. I licked her leg clean. She was smiling down at me. Her tongue poked out and orbited her mouth. Chagrinned, I licked the cum from my lips.

“He’s mine!” Lea called over her shoulder and opened the door, placed her hand on my back to steer me in, slapping my ass very loud and very hard before closing the door. “Michael, baby. You’ve cum five times. I think we need to talk about getting you home. But Mommy wants her dick back first, so go upstairs. I’m going to get high. Not marijuana. Christ, I’m saying things.”

Lea’s headboard was in fact a very large mirror. She climbed on top of the blanket with me and stayed on all fours, motioning me behind her with her head. I slid into place, taken a bit aback by how non-sensual this seemed, and fed Mommy her dick.

“Feel your inhibitions melt away. Fuck your mother however you want. And don’t forget to make your Mistress cum.”

I set in on her like she was a sex toy, an object of gratification, a plaything, something to masturbate with while she purred like a lioness. She was fucking everything. This hot cunt, this needful vice, this slut bitch lady dominatrix hot fuck, not worth anything and everything that could be gotten in life to share being alive with, and to fuck and fuck and fuck. She was mine, whoring my own pussy, my Mommy to me, making my soul keen and beg and clamor to be even more possessed by my knowledge that I was inside my own fucking Mommy. I fucked her. I fucked her good. I fucked her hard. She was devouring my dick as I pounded her wanton slut ass, enduring its incessant attempts to coax my cum from me, and it couldn’t happen fast enough, as it devoured and nursed at my cock anew with each thrust. It was me. I was all this, the person that fucked Lea from behind like a toy, the person who felt false possession of her and needed nothing else, the person whose cock penetrated my Mommy”

“Do you love fucking me?”

I suddenly began shaking all over, spastically fearing my fucking Goddess, knowing to give her her cum but suddenly uncertain how. Not through such a crass act as fucking her, surely.

“I toy with men twice your age. You know that?” I had already seen her go through at least eight violent orgasms, enough that I’d stopped counting. It couldn’t just be the size of my dick. There must be something about how she responded to me. ” Do you know why I want so bad for you to own me, to possess me, to have me, for you to need me to be that person to yourself?”

“No, Mistress,” I said, understanding that my blindness to reality was becoming my submission.

“Your unbroken heart, Baby. It’s so beautiful. I want to care for it forever to see it’s never hurt.” I saw her smile. “I love the way you fuck your Mommy.”

I came instantly with a deep gasp.

“She’ll know if she sees you,” she said, rolling onto her back. “You’re learning, you know. You just don’t know what.”

“Lea?”

“Your mother. You must reek of my pussy, but you also look like an eight-year-old punch drunk from a pillow fight. Stay with me. I want a nap.”

I sank onto her shoulder. Mistress tugged at me until I rolled directly atop her, my head resting in hear hair and my mouth right at her cheek. Then she surprised me by wrapping both her arms and legs around me, closing her eyes, and immediately relaxing into deep, slow, even breaths and steady soft, whistling whines that seemed more like meows. This had never happened to me before and, even after sex, I didn’t feel comfortable enough to sleep in the same bed as Lea, much less nude, much less with her already asleep, holding me like a girl frightened by the thunder. I was still hovering a bit, afraid of waking or crushing Mistress. From muscle fatigue, I relaxed onto her. Her arms and legs shifted and resettled themselves, the meows unbroken. My instinct told me to say, “I know I can’t leave.” She squeezed me with all four limbs. “Your love is perfect, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know,” she whined softly, worried.

“I want to find out.”

“I don’t want you to know.”

“Then do you know the answer?”

“Yes.” I slid my arms up, hooking them under hers and she opened her eyes. She opened her eyes. They were pleased, proud. Lea nodded. “You can love me, Michael. I want it, and I wouldn’t tell you that at your age except I think you need to hear it to give yourself permission. And because it’s true. And because you must be so, so desperate to fall in love. You never have. I’m taking your heart even as I ask you to give it. I know that. And it turns me on so much and makes me want to be what you need so bad.” She smiled devilishly, and wiggled her pussy, wet on the outside, against my belly. “We know that Mommy will always love you. You’re feeling regret, regret you didn’t do what you told yourself you’d do. You made yourself mine without knowing it when you wanted a conquest or whatever you thought a conquest consisted of. But there is an upside to being mine.” Lea lifted her head and kissed me lightly. She seemed suddenly concerned and sad. Shaking her head, she said, “Love me, Michael. You have no choice.”

“There’s only an upside.”

“No, Michael. I own you. But I’m a woman and you’re a boy and it scares me. My mind’s so many places. I’m thinking that the only way I will ever welcome you back when you leave is when you fuck me. That’s not true, so you know. Christ, I said it. Don’t leave, Michael. You’re not allowed. I know what you want, Baby. I do. And I want it too, but I don’t know how to get you there. Michael, if there was a word that described a part of you completely accurately and you really like that part of you but that word wasn’t a good word, could I say it right now?”

“I nodded urgently, nervous.”

“Kiss me.” I buried my tongue in her mouth and as my passion began to ebb back into my own mouth, Lea hissed the word, “Sissy.” My eyes burned and I felt that I was coming out of my skin. But her mouth, her tongue, her kiss. She spoke with it for the first time, and what she told me was that I was perfect for her. The word stung, but it described exactly what I was, and I was very okay with that, so it might not be a bad word. I began to grow hard and struggled a bit to break free without breaking our kiss. “Do you need a leg to fuck?” She giggled.

“I want Mommy.”

“Oh,” she said mockingly. “Baby wants his Mommy.” She released me. Her five-foot stature was awkward momentarily until she glanced up at the mirror/headboard and then rolled over me.

“Am I a virgin till dawn or something?” I asked, smiling at her eagerness.

“You really don’t understand how this works,” she said, stuffing me inside of her and fucking me endlessly until I felt myself ejaculate but without orgasming, feeding Mistress Lea her cum.

I woke up after 3am and began dressing. “Do I get another lesson on Tuesday.”

“Saturday, Michael. 1pm.” She swallowed. “Michael, will you just fucking lie to me and tell me you love me?”

My back tensed.

“It is a lie.”

I crawled onto be and kissed her. “I’ve never felt this way in my life.” Our clothes came up, her legs raised and her knees were pinned to her shoulders and we fucked for forty five minutes, her violent, violent orgasms giving way to the pastel blur of Mommy. “I’ll always love you. I’ll always be yours.” I gasped on her shoulder. She didn’t respond

As I left the bedroom, I heard her say softly, “Isn’t it pretty to think so.”

Mistress Lea gave me a woman’s razor and can of shaving cream. “You’re your Mommy’s Sissy. I’m your Mommy. And I’m going to make you love it. Where was I? If you only see the symbols in the equations, you’ll never pass a certain point. In school, the equations are arbitrary, so it’s hard, but you need to have a conceptualization that allows you to understand why the equations are applicable. Take mixed distributes. Lay a multinoulli distribution with 6 discrete states over the roll of on top of six Gaussian distributions. No come with criteria for a value drawn from this mixed distribution and have the criteria determine to form a function, f. Now, forgetting inputs, suppose you have ten million empirically determined outputs to f. It might be possible to deduce the form of f and thus determine with original multinoulli distribution served as a component for calculating the sum of the dice. We are observing the value drawn probabilistically with a second-party family of functions. Now, would you like to see equations?

“Mommy, this is going to take two hours.”

“Hessians and Jacobians. Would you let me pay to get you waxed?”

“Why?”

“There were three dresses on her bed upstairs, a pair of fake tits, panties, garters, makeup, a pair of earrings, and a woman’s watch and bag. I need your ass.”

Mistress had me strip and lie on my side. She rubbed large amounts of petroleum jelly around my anus, stretching me one way and holding for over a minute or two until the muscles relaxed fully, retrieving more vasoline and stretching another She pulled pillows from the top of the bed and moved my head onto them. I had never experienced anything so erotic as feeling her weight shift behind me. She dolloped a large clump of vasoline onto my asshole and pushed it in with the head of her cock. She repeated and repeated until her ten and a half inch monster was all the way inside me I LOVED IT. I couldn’t get enough of her dick. “Fuck my tramp dickhole, mistress! Your little sissy loves your dick nice and good! Fuck me harder, Mistress! Fuck your slut as hard as you can! That’s exactly the way I like it! Hard, fat, and long!. Oh, God, can’t you see my Mommy raised a hot little piece of ass for you? Don’t you enjoy sampling what a hot little piece of ass my Mommy raised.” If Mistress Lea heard any of this, she gave no sign of it. She was somewhere else. Somewhere soft, a daydream. But in reality her hands were on my waist and she was pumping her dick in and out of my sissy fuckhole, fast and mechanically, my ass smacking on her hips above my whine. When the first orgasm overtook me, I didn’t know what to make of it. My asshole was pulsing around Mistress’s dick, faster and faster, tighter and tighter, until it clamped like a vice and I screamed and my dick squired on the mattress beneath me. The cum unwound me. I felt like I was no longer the helpless recipient of pleasure but the giver of pleasure too. “I didn’t even touch it,” I gushed.

Lea reached her hand between my legs and twisted the head of my useless girl clit and I went wild. I screamed and thrashed and blew cum all over her hand. “So much better.”

“Fuck me, Fuck me Mommy! Fuck your sissy!” I couldn’t even understand the words I shrieked. Her fingertips calmed me, coaxing out more and more cum. Two hours later, after soaking the sheets, I was largely numb to the experience. “I’m nothing but a receptacle for your dick,” I mewled, flat on my stomach now.

“You never were.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Baby, is there something bothering you?” she asked nailing my used ass hard and fast still.

“I still didn’t feel truly possessed.”

“Perhaps next time. But it will come later.” She was on top of me, knees between my splayed legs, fucking me violently. Christ, she looked hot in the mirror. She pulled up and out. “Michael, stand with one foot on the bed.” Lea was unfastening her dildo from the harness. She placed her hand on my back and stuffed the ten inch dick in me and fucked it in and out as fast as she could. My useless little girl clit came to attention and began to spray semen wildly while Mistress dicked my fuckhole. I never thought I could have so much in me. ” Your urges are handled, I think. Pick a dress. I’ll do your makeup. Then I’m getting you drunk. I want answers to certain questions. How long do you think you can lick my pussy? I have to know what to watch.”

Mommy was right. As she did my makeup as I sat, my well-fucked asshole and girlish, sissy submission told me I was hers and only hers. I had chosen a very nice half-black/half-chocolate leather dress that did wonderful things for my tits. I was told this dress came with four and a half inch heels with bands of black leather that wound up my calves, sheer black stockings and garters, and bruised plum panties with a lace front panel and stands that left my shit hole exposed with a large bow at the top in back. She blew-dry my hair forever, spraying and more mist until it swung over one eye. The makeup was very professional, something a lawyer would wear to work, perhaps, but with bruised plum lipstick that made it trashy.

“Michael, my house is wired for surveillance.” That didn’t surprise me. Her ex had been wealthy by any standard of the word and her home had to be six thousand square feet. The foyer was marble, black on the outside with a white circle in the center, all cut through by a scalene red triangle. There was only one small glass table on brass footings with two matching stools and a leather bench by the door. A staircase with white marble risers and black steps curled around one wall, perhaps twenty feet in the air to the third floor, which led to the second elsewhere. If I were going to hang myself, it would be in Lea’s foyer. “From now on, everything we do and say will be visible online to people who will watch. You will never know who, though you know some of them I think. We’ll have a cult following in no time. We premiere in twelve minutes act nature.” Mistress pulled out her phone and tapped at it.

“Mommy? Will they like it?”

Lea was blending my eye shadow with finishing powder. “They will love you. Just do as I do, talk how I talk, be who I am, and love being me the way you think you should. Baby, they’ll love you. Now fidget a bit. It’s cute.” She picked up the lip liner. “I am going to teach you how to suck dick one day, baby. After we get bored of screwing each other. Thiugh we’ll never get sick of it.” She drew my hair aside and her tongue passed between my parted lips momentarily. “I own you,” said the slightest graze of her lips on mine.

I eagerly darted my tongue into her mouth, desperate. “I know. I love it.” I stood and gauged my balance in pumps. “I feel like you should have me put books on my head and walk around the room.”

Mistress Lea merely tapped the lip liner pencil against the air in my direction. We headed down to the second floor and she began searching the library. My heels clacked loudly on the wooden floor. There was a second level above us with walls lined with shelves and a tight spiral staircase at the back of the room, connecting the two. Lea handed me two books and motioned me upstairs. Webster’s Dictionary and the King James Bible. I took care navigating the staircase. At the top, she handed me large hardback book with Korean lettering, numbers, and math symbols.

“My freshman calculus book.” She began counting as she walked. “Sixteen seconds to get around. I want three laps of no longer than twenty seconds that without letting any books fall. Remember, they’ll be watching.” She turned to the ceiling and to something I couldn’t see, said, “Don’t let your minds become dirty. He has been seduced quite thoroughly. His penis, I mean.” She chuckled. “He likely won’t be able to until tomorrow afternoon. We’ll try at 2:15am, by the pool. He’s shaved from the neck down and I’m dying to see him in the water that way.” She pulled out her phone again. “Sixty degrees tonight. Baby-boy, if you can shoot one strand of your cum out of the water tonight, I’ll suck your clit till it squirts at 8am, rain or shine, for a whole year, no matter where you live, no matter if you want me to or not. Actions have repercussions. If you fill my pussy with it, I’m home-schooling you for the next year. You won’t go in to school tomorrow, even. I’ll clear it by Monday. And then you can be a girl all the time. Wouldn’t that be great? And, to sweeten the pot, I’m going to seal it all with a pair of brand new tits. Yours. I won’t help you fake your death, but I know your dad won’t be able to look at you, so you’ll be all mine. And, I’ve already worked it out with your mother. We slept together once. Now I want those laps. You’re on the honor system. You always will be. I’m twenty minutes into an episode of ‘Sweet Home.’ I assume you can eat my pussy for an hour and twenty going at your pace? I hope so. It’s Korean and I’m not relaying what’s spoken. I’ll take pity on you and douche. I should have a jar of Nutella as well.”

“Mommy,” I whined.

Lea rolled her eyes. “Okay, let’s see you do your first lap.” The books fell off at the twenty-three second mark, just less than halfway around. “You’re on your own, baby. Love me more. Take it as permission if you’d like. Irrespective of any fetish or desire on your part, you will do as I instruct. You’re happier that way..”

I smiled ridiculously, picking up the books. “Can I get big fantasy stripper tits if I cum in you, Mommy?”

“They’re not clothes, Michael. They’re yours, a part of you forever, so you have to rely on who you are, who you think you are. Not what you want or what you think would look good. But that would make it easier for me to nurse while you fuck me. Input. Just input.”

Eating Mommy’s pussy was delightful. There was no straining desperation to accompany initial enthusiasm. There was no initial enthusiasm at all. Every time I strayed, her hand found the back of my head and returned me to her deliciously creamy fuckhole. She sat in a near split, like a runner stretching, I presumed for the cameras. Then she would scissor my head and lock her ankles behind my back. If it weren’t for the twitching inside her pussy, I would have almost thought this was for her own amusement. This was us teaching each other who we were to each other, how we fit together. Mistress Lea and I, Mommy and I, were developing a single identity, and we were exploring its corridors, promising and teasing, showing each other who we were.

“Nicole. I’ll name you Nicole,” she cried above the television.

I was Nicole, eating Mommy’s pussy. And Mommy was Mommy. She had always been Mommy. That she was now shorter, younger, and Korean meant nothing. Mommy had left me at some point and now I had found her again. Lea was Mommy, and my balls boiled with love for her. I smeared a fresh coat of Nutella on Mistress’s pussy. The jar had been full and was now nearly empty. I stared at her creamy pussy, licking the mocha from her caramel skin. Gripped by anxiety I didn’t understand, I panted hard. Mistress Lea’s hand dropped to my head but didn’t guide me to her, just strummed my hair. She slumped back far into the sofa. I tasted her, timidly and could feel her smile, aware that I knew what was to come. Her calves drew my mouth to the fiery tunnel to her womb. They scissored and locked behind my head. I went to work. I had at least twenty-five more minutes left. My scalp buzzed and my eyes rolled in Mistress’s nurturance. I hungered. I played at eating her pussy for the longest time. She must have cum so much that she was numb. Soon, her whole pelvis was rocking against my face. We had become something new. We were another face of her tutelage. We learned that I would lick her pussy with the casual, dumb enthusiasm of a farm animal when she wanted a slow, whimpering, wet, wet cum. And we learned this was my role, to provide what would please her best. Her legs fell away.

“I love my Nikki,” she roared. “Five laps in a row of twelve seconds. Take your time. I’m thirsty.”

I stared at her pussy numbly, in the haze of a daydream, only this was real. My mouth opened and my tongue licked Mistress’s pussy. She didn’t speak as I cleaned it.

“You’re the best, Baby. I’m so lucky to have you as a daughter. It can’t even be midnight yet. I know my piece of ass spent over an hour instinctively knowing how to eat my pussy. Something told you it would be best to kiss and lick it, your mouth taking down a circus tent once the show is over. I love it when you’re like that, when you let me run over everything you are but, even more, just know what to give me to put in place of you, whether it’s servicing my pussy or playing along with what you’ll discover is entirely true soon enough.” Mistress Lea spread her legs wide again, atop the cushions of the sofa. “You’re going to start stretching too.” She moved to floor and, pressing the small of her back flat on the carpet, she tilted her pelvis up and raised both legs straight up. Mistress let them fall to the sides until her knees and feet bobbled less than a foot off the carpet and her ass was presented straight up, cheeks slightly parted. “We should have time to work on it,” she said with a smile.

I returned to the library. By 2am, I managed to make It around the upstairs twice with out knocking the books of in twenty seconds a lap.

“I am so proud of you.”

Mistress led me down to the kitchen, then out back to the pool. A hand on my back stopped me. Then hands moved under my dress, unfastening my garters, pulling my panties off, pulling my stockings down. My dick swelled but did not get hard. I stepped out of the shoes while Mistress Lea unzipped my dress and it fell to the grass. Mistress picked it up and hurled it up on her back deck. When I saw the look on her face, I grew hard. Mistress Lea held my erection in her hand and whispered in my ear, “What would you like to do most with this, Michael, if anything at all? Do you want to do anything at all with it? Remember, my baby, you have to cum in Mommy’s pussy if you want to be my daughter.” She sank to the grass. “Hop in the pool at any time, but until you do, I’m going to play with your dick.” And she did. She didn’t suck it other than to run her tongue around its head a few times. She held it with both of her hands, which were smaller than mine, and jerked me off. “Do you want me to be the fantasy you can’t think of because you become too lost and confused, because you see that there is something forever wrong with life, a twist, a small rip that changed everything so that it’s all wrong in ways you don’t ever let yourself think about because you can’t bear to think what it might mean for things to be right. Which can never happen. Unless you have me to love.” I looked down at her numbly. “Oh. Well did you ever at least have us have sex in a car? Do you like nursing at my tits? I hope you cum on my leg, helplessly screwing it, while you nurse one morning. One early morning. Mommy needs her load, Michael.”

“Oh, Jesus,” I gasped and my dick pulsed several times.

Mistress purred and took me into her throat in one motion. She laughed when I ran from her to jump in the pool. “Cum for your Mistress, Nikki,” she cried in amused tones.

I was glad I didn’t. We would have loved it, but it wasn’t the terms of the bargain we’d struck. “Stay there. Stay there until I say, then come out when you want. But if you aren’t inside me in five minutes, you have to go back in the pool until I say.” She smiled. “You might be going home tomorrow after all, but there’s always Wednesday.” I watched Mistress strip off her clothes, her dark hair, caramel skin darker in the night, hairless, and her eyes. I had never noticed before but Mistress Lea’s eyes were slanted more than most Koreans. I liked it, these glowing amber orbs shining out of what I could perceive to be a hyperbole of the Asian eye skew. What would have been beautiful was genuine instead. Her eyes didn’t show emotion. Emotion poured out of them with assertiveness idiomatic of Mistress Lea. I didn’t see by her eyes that she was pleased enticed. Her eyes inserted the knowledge that she was pleased and enticed into me. “Relax,” Mistress Lea said as she walked around the pool. “You’re not going anywhere.” She did a standing dive into eight or twelve feet of water and surfaced to release some sort of apparatus that extended four feet into the water. It just consisted of two long arm supports that Mistress had placed her forearms in. At the end of each was a hand-grip and there was support and padding on the side to keep her forearms effectively in place should there be turbulence. I swam over to Dr Lee, Mommy, Mistress and wrapped my arms around her. She slipped from me like a goldfish and darted down. I grabbed the hand grips and floated in oblivion as Mistress Lea’s soft tongue gradually pressed back my foreskin, swabbing about my cockhead in a dance or massage while her mouth warmed me, sensual but not sexual. Then came the burning cold of the sixty degree pool as Lea rose for the surface. She took her place between the supports and wrapped her legs around my back. We instinctively shifted into position. “We’ll have to keep each other warm.”

I kissed her. I needed her. There was nothing to talk about only a desire to fuck that our bodies would not support. As we kissed, my dick, limp and pressed against her labia, began to warm. And her pussy heated. Initially, I held the support bars, but Mistress Lea nudged my arms off and I clung to her instead, floating in cold water, my dick just beginning to swell against the warming exterior of her pussy. When my penis pushed up enough to part her lips, Mistress Lea made a happy sound into my mouth and wobbled her hips, swinging me left and right in the water.

“Are you ready? This is you. Can you feel it? Can you find it? Michael? Is that you? Who are you?”

“I’m the form of the fulfillment of your wishes.”

“Good, good.” She nodded, hair plastered to forehead, in sixty degree water, with my dick slowly growing into her. It was the college professor in her coming out.

I began to fuck. I had thought I had passed through the inner labia but something was blocking me. Could she be fucking with me with her Kegel muscles? Were these the cartilage labia? Then something pushed back on my left, her right, there was a pinch on the head of my dick and I slipped through. Mistress’s eyes were saucers and she was nodding hugely. We began rock against each other. She talked, but I didn’t hear. My head bobbed with one word, “Nikki” repeating in it again and again. I pumped my cum into her womb, more of my soul to feast on, and barely made it to the grass before collapsing to sleep in the cold for as long as I could.

I woke in the dew at dawn with a blanket over me. Mistress Lea was cubby-holed at a teak counter on a barstool with brass legs bunched in the center and spreading at the bottom. The seat was white with decorative buttons and so was the small back. Gossamer curtains hung before the window the sun was rising in, shining off dust motes in the air and blinding me to Lea’s features. She wore a white silk blouse and long black skirt. And she drank from a white porcelain cup while working with her towerless Mac.

“Post modern,” I said. “I wouldn’t have thought.”

“Yes, my ex-husband’s postmodern bullshit art deco house. I’ve had to remove countless, pointless walkways over open-to-belows, have innumerably many pieces of sheet rock that formed walls at odd angles redone. And you don’t want to know the storage bill on the black leather.”

“Coffee?”

“I have tea. Consult the I Ching and I’ll brew you some.”

“I don’t know how to cast the bones.”

“Racist. Ask your question.”

“What’s my name?”

Mistress Lea smirked and gave me a page number.

“Shien Fu. What does that mean?”

“For God’s sake. Obedient Child.” Mistress Lea set a very large cup of tea before me. Suppose you have k-many discrete states where k is finite that x can assume. Define the probability mass function, P(x) as the probability x will assume the xth state. She retrieved a napkin and scribbled on it, Error! Filename not specified. Well? What you should at least be able to see is that with an empirical probabilistic distribution the probability mass functions act over, the answer does not involve a conditional. The empircal distribtion is just a snapshot, like a snapshot of reality. There’s no room for causality. When you mix inductive reasoning with empirical observation, it’s not that you’re not certain whether you proceed or bounce back the way you came. You just careen off at random.

“Can I play with your dick, Mistress?” I asked, my head in my hand.

Lea tapped her pen on the counter. “No, Michael.”

I raised my eyebrows “Can I eat your pussy then?”

“No.”

“Can I lick Mistress’s pussy while I play with my useless girl clit?”

Lea shifted on her stool. “But then the Extended Euclidian Algorithm?”

“Isn’t that just a greatest common divisor problem?”

“Get a throw pillow,” Mistress Lea said, standing to unfasten her skirt. Her legs fit beautifully over my shoulder as I masturbated, nude, before her, making out with her pussy. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “you are such a good boy. This is your purpose in life, Baby. So good.” Mistress Lea continued to speak, growing increasingly obscene. “My pussy is your confessional, isn’t it? You could tell it anything and it provides your penance, to feed it your cum like a good slut. Your cum, your soul, for me to feast on until there is nothing of you left, only your duty to pump your cum into my womb. Baby? Won’t it be hot knowing the head of your dick is inside my womb when you cum? It’s mine. All mine. You and all you entail. Your mind, heart, body, and soul. All your dreams, all your fears, your very knowledge of truth.” She braced herself with her hands behind her on the precariously rocking stool. In a soft, dispassionate voice, she said, “You can shoot your load if you need to. Mommy wants it.”

I screeched into her pussy and fired my cum on the floor.

Mistress put her hand lightly on my head. “Give in. “

It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel true. I knew it was and that the flaw lay within me, so I kissed her pussy once more, long and slow, telling myself to trust it. I gradually understood that allowing my will to be enslaved was not what I thought it was. I would never be Lea’s slave, despite my submissive nature. I would be her pussy’s slave. Being its slave would be my reward in time, for trusting Mistress Lea, for trusting myself.

“That’s enough, Baby,” she cooed, sliding her legs from my shoulders. “Do you need to fuck?” I shook my head fervently, lost in a haze, some sort of flux, knowing the truth but afraid to embrace it for fear I was mistaken. But it was the truth. Mistress must have sensed this. “Michael, this is exactly what you want. I mean that. What you want right now is true. Accept it. Tell me what you know.”

My head cleared and I blinked. “You’re my love, my mommy, my everything. Your pussy is my mistress. It binds me, every part of me. I ache in fear and longing to belong to it but I’m not certain enough it is so to believe it.

Lea began unbuttoning her blouse. “We’re going to have a talk. Go sit on the sofa upstairs.”

She joined me, nude, and straddled my lap, clasping onto me with my dick inside her. She didn’t move, just held me for the longest time. “Whose dick is inside me?”

“Yours.”

“It was always mine, since before you were born. I’m your Mommy now. It’s an extension of me. It belongs to my pussy.”

“This doesn’t feel right.”

“But is it true?”

“Yes. I think so. Yes, you said so. It must be.”

“Michael, when you fuck me, you worship me. You render until me what is mine, a penitent propitiating my pussy by offering me orgasm with my own penis, an inextricable part of you. It enslaves you. Doesn’t it, Michael?”

“I am a slave in chains before my goddess.”

“What are these chains?”

“Your penis, Mistress.”

“My pussy is frightening. It’s dark control of your soul demands you submit.” Her lips grazed my ear. “So helplessly. And love it” I began to cum. “so helplessly.” She stood. “I am your Mommy now. My pussy is your Mistress. It owns your soul. It controls your soul. That will help you obey me. You obey me by choice, but you do obey.” She smiled and cupped my cheek with her hand. “Obedient Child.” Mommy dropped to her knees and sucked my dick to half-hard erection and then orgasm, drinking my cum. “Like any good mother would,” she said with a smile. Go! Shower! Pick out another dress and I’ll do your makeup. I’ve called your school. You’re staying with me because of a coronavirus scare at home and couldn’t catch a ride in.”

“What about my parents?”

Mommy waved her hand dismissively. “I’m taking you to Carthage to see the original scrolls Euclid devised geometry from.”

“The Romans sacked Carthage.”

“We’re going anyway. Egypt, Michael. There’s two weeks of clothes in the closet. Pack six days. We’re swinging through Dubai to get your breasts first.”