My Life as a Shemale Part9 - Sex Stories

My Life as a Shemale Part9

... she was right, it didn't hurt as she slid it in carefully. I could feel it going in deeper and deeper until the handle got to my butt cheek. "Ok now I will open it slowly, it will have to be wide enough for me to see inside you". I could hear a sort of 'clicking' sound behind me and feel its effects immediately. The three prongs of the tool spread away from each other, spreading my anus more and more. It was getting to be painful when she started over stepping the size of my now favorite butt plug I would shove in there regularly now. I hoped that I had not caused any damage to myself or even that she could tell that I was doing that, that was embarrassing to me. More clicking sounds came from behind me and I wondered if it would ever stop, I must have a gaping hole by now and i was beginning to worry if I would ever be tight again. The pain made me whimper and she tried to soothe me, "Almost done". She was right it was a few more clicks and then it stopped. She pulled over a tray table and got a cotton swab and what looked like a spatula and went to work on my hole. The pain was persistent but at this point not getting worse, then she came around the table to get something else when she noticed something that I hadn't - a raging hard on. She didn't say anything and went back behind me, a minute later she was done and started to close me back up. "Just lay here for a few minutes and then yo can get back to class". She came back around and made a few notes, then she pulled ...

... up a stool to face me. "Ok, you are looking good Danielle, the scars have completely healed and from what I can tell you will have no lasting effects from what happened. I also noticed that you had an erection during the procedure, that is not very worrisome given what you had been through, your brain may actually accept pain and pleasure as the same thing. It may go away, it may not. Either way, I want you to be careful, some people get into sado masochism or simply called BDSM to satisfy their sexual needs and can hurt themselves very badly and in some cases die". If you have any more questions - ever - you can talk to Tim or me" Even though she seemed very nice, I felt i needed to get out of there. I thought I knew why Tim had not told me about this, it was a reminder to be on my toes if i wanted to get through this. I didn't like it but I learned the lesson. The days past and school work was becoming already that, work. Studies took up most of my time, I enjoyed knowing the answers. The boys stopped hitting on me less and less, they apparently didn't like 'smart' girls. But I also turned them away, but I was being kind about it. I did miss Mike, I wished he would have rekindled our former relationship. I have him as a thought in my mind when I masturbated, the day he took me like a man in the back of the park, forcing his way into me. His cumming dripping from my gaping hole, such pleasure. I did see him around every so often, we did go to the same school but different ...