Mistress Nona and the Girly-Boy
by jason combs
© 1998 All Rights Reserved
Photos By: Efrain Gonzales - www.gonzoscene.com / firstname.lastname@example.org
I had, from my very beginnings, a perverse interest in female underclothes. I tried to convince
myself that it was quite normal, given the magical areas that the silken bras and panties
covered. What man wouldn't enjoy inhaling the musky delights of worn panties that came off a
beautiful woman or the perfumed halters that held and caressed her most perfect breasts. And if
I used the underclothes as receptacles for my seed, what was the harm? It was akin to fucking
because her juices (on the panties) mixed with mine at the moment of climax.
I did spend a lot of time masturbating and when I got old enough, I graduated from the 'white
bread' sex magazines like Hustler, Playboy and Penthouse to the hard core world of authentic
pornography; real fuck scenes and not the contrived ones in the super slick magazines.
I spent a lot of time at adult book stores; buying five or six publications at a time and then
rubbing myself raw to the images that appeared on the pages. When I tired of them I'd go and buy
five or six more.
One afternoon I was on Eighth Avenue, a favorite haunt of mine when I was out shopping for jerk
off material. I passed by an area in the store devoted to fetish and was drawn to a display that
celebrated female dominance and male submission. The cover of one of the magazines flaunted a
tall, beautiful, long haired woman dressed in fish nets, spiked heels and bustier. Her buttock
cheeks were exposed and she was looking over her shoulder and smiling into the camera's eye.
Before her, tied face down to a bondage table was a man that had on a bra and panties that were
pulled down slightly exposing a myriad of lash marks that criss crossed his flesh like the
canals on the planet Mars. Transfixed, I studied the photo and my cock filled with blood.
I purchased the periodical and scurried back home, not willing to wait another second to
Her name was Mistress Nona and she was a true lifestyle Dominatrice. She collected slaves like
some people collect stamps and when I read on further learned that she enjoyed intense sexual
arousal from abusing men. Her pussy was pierced with the Hope Diamond and it was explained that
it's simple animation against her flesh as she worked over a submissive got her off over and
It was however, the vision of the man dressed as a woman that most enraptured me. I wasn't aware
of it then but my proclivity for cross dressing was at it's infant stage.
As I explained earlier, I masturbate to photos and rarely interact with real ladies. Mistress
Nona though, her image and her words, took me over completely. I called her and asked for an
interview. I told her how much her pictorial enthralled me and after only a few questions, she
knew more about my libido than I did myself. She recognized my latent desire to be turned
into a woman and that anything she wanted me to do for that franchise would be acceptable.
Still believing I was a staunch heterosexual I made my way to her apartment (dungeon, though I
didn't know it at the time) and soon found myself kneeling before her, stark naked and
terrified. She was more beautiful than her photos and as regal as any god.
"You enjoy the concept of female underclothes?" she asked, more statement than question and
walking around me in inspection. "You would like to wear them while being fucked up the ass or
sucking on a cock?"
"Certainly not!" bristling noticeably. "I adore them because they are in such close proximity to
the female ass, pussy and tits."
Mistress Nona suppressed a giggle and touched my burgeoning erection with her booted foot. "See
how it throbs when I simply uttered the words? Dressed as a woman and taking a dick up your ass
and down your throat."
"No Ma'am!" I grunted. "I'm a real man not a queer."
Using her foot, she pinched my cock against my inner thigh. "You are whatever I tell I say you
are and it's 'Mistress', not ma'am. Look at me."
My eyes were downcast, hypnotically watching her leather boot and my purple hard-on. I rose to
her gaze and I shuddered once again at her beauty. Fish net stockings, revealing black bustier,
a thong that disappeared between the perfect globes of her ass and a half smile that lit up the
"Put these on." she said, adjusting her panties as she spoke and pointing to some female
clothing on the table. I liked to believe that her piercing gold ring was igniting her lust and
her panties had to be moved to free it up.
I tried to resist but my words trailed off and I slipped into the underclothes; spikes, ball gag
and wig. My erection seemed to become more intense, making me question my own sexual
orientation. Mistress Nona looked on, enjoying my discomposure.
My dick looked ludicrous, snaking out from the edge of the panties and my thick entanglement of
pubic hair completely framed the dainty under garment.
"This will never do." She purred, "too much fur. Come into the bath and I'll denude you. We'll
make it baby-smooth. I think your future boy friends might like that.
"After she removed my underarm growth I was tied (face up) to a bondage table and physically studied. Pokes and
prodding's and pinching to establish my tolerances and to exact little gasps and pleas for
mercy. Mistress Nona was aroused and made no effort to conceal her lascivious lust. Her subtle
movements activated her clitoral piercing and as her loins heated up, so did her assaults.
When this began to bore her I was released and then dressed in a red vinyl skirt and black top.
I was tied to hooks on the wall and once again, explored. She felt every part of my body and
concluded her inspection by grasping my cock and balls thru the skirt and painfully squeezing
them. With all my self-worth drained , I begged between sobs for a modicum of gentleness; a kind
word or sweet caress.
Then, the actual attack. I was once again released and bent over the bondage table. My arms and
legs were secured and my face buried into the vinyl covering. She ran her hand over my ass the
way one might pet a dog and I trembled beneath her touch. She leaned forward and it looked as
though she were about to kiss my buttocks cheek so I hiked it skyward. My adoration for her was
greater than anything I had ever experienced before and having her lips touch any part of my
body was an unimaginable gift.
Her teeth buried themselves in my flesh and I yelped like some Saturday morning cartoon
character. She laughed hoarsely, carnal desire lowering her intonation to almost a growl. "Tasty." she
laughed, slapping the imprint of her attack.
Mistress Nona kneeled next to me and balanced herself on her high heels by gripping one ass
cheek and striking the other with open hand. The pain was profound but because I could focus on
the curvature and softness of her posterior, the torture was secondary. I craned my neck and
became entranced at the vision and expertise of this wicked beauty.
I began to sob. Not from the agony but because of the magical adoration I felt for Mistress
Nona. It was apparent now that she could do whatever she wanted to me and I would rejoice in the
anguish. If she wanted to turn me out as a cock sucking transvestite, then so be it. As long as
I could come back to her and help her satisfy her sadistic devils, then all would be acceptable.
If she wanted me dead,,, that too would be accomplished.
The beating ceased when my buttocks were red and swollen enough to enchant Mistress Nona. I was
aware that she was moving her lower torso as she struck me and I figured her Hope Diamond was
doing it's job also. I painted mental pictures of the flavor and the dampness that inundated her
thong. I'd have sold my soul to suck on it, jerk off into it, to worship it as my new and my
She was perspiring lightly when she stepped in front of me. Her venus mound was only inches from
my face and she was grinning with a spent satisfaction. I wondered if she had climaxed. I hoped
that she had.
She locked me in her gaze and made a production of pulling on a pair of latex gloves. Knowing
how terrified I was of anal intrusions, she wanted to make sure that there was no doubt as to
what was about to occur. Besides physical torture, psychological torment fed her lust devils
She stepped to my rear and it took an eternity before I felt her pull my cheeks apart and then
another eternity before burying one finger deep in my anal canal. The finger fucking was almost
pleasant at first but when she added one and then two and then three more fingers, I squealed
like a child and begged her to stop,,,, and then not to stop. Once again, I could feel the
movement of her lower torso vibrating against the table. That luck Hope Diamond was once more,
kissing paradise. "You are enjoying this, are you not?" she asked, underlining each word with a
violent thrust of her hand. "If I brought in a slave with a ten inch cock you would let him fuck
you, right? You would let him fuck you because it would please me to watch."
I could only grunt my response. "I'll do anything that you tell me."
She bit my buttocks again directly across from the first assault. "You say this now but when you
get home and you jerk your desire away, you will rethink your situation and be afraid to come to
me. It won't work however, because I'll be in your thoughts every second of every day. You'll be
back, wiggling your ass like a forty second street whore, ready to suck and fuck anybody I tell
Mistress Nona pulled out of me, purposely making the pain blossom. She untied me and told me to
sit up, legs hanging over the edge of the table.
"You may masturbate now as I tell you of your new regimen. Use your panties to sop up the
Climbing out of my underwear, I mauled my dick and let my eyes float all over her body. She
rested one hand on my leg and mussed my hair with the other.
"From now on you will only wear female underclothes; bra, panties and hosiery. When you come to
me I want you fully dressed as a slut and I want you to keep your underarms and pubic area free
of fuzz. Our next interaction will introduce you to strap on dildo fucking. I'll show you how I
want you to respond to men as they impale you.
You will learn to walk and talk as a female and you will only refer to your ass as a pussy and
your cock as a giant clitoris. You will let your hair grow so we can go to the hairdresser
together and I can introduce you to my friends as my fag slave and see if any of them want to
use you. Your life as a man is over."
copyright © 1998 Mistress Nona
I moaned in agreement and detonated. The dainty panties were soddened with my spend and I
murmured a 'thank you Mistress' as I slumped backward.
She brought out two dildos, one massive and one small. "Here's the deal.
"she purred. "If you wait for me to call you, I'll use this one to deflower you with. If however,
you can't wait and you call me, I'll fuck you with this one." Her eyes went glassy and she stroked the
ponderous rubber cock like a beloved kitten.
I stepped out into the afternoon sun and told myself I'd never go back. I was a man, not a cock
sucking fag. By the time I reached my car I had rethought my decision. "Hell, I could take the
little dildo. Though it was longer than her fingers, it was thinner and having her grip my hips
and press her breasts into my back would be incredible. I wheeled my auto out on the
thoroughfare and her vision slid easily across my mind. My cock grew to it's maximum. I pulled
the wet panties from my pocket and pressed the coolness to my brow.
I found a pay phone three blocks later and made the call. "Mistress Nona, can I come back now
and resume practicing to become a woman.
She laughed heartily and I could hear the arousal in her intonations.