Chapter 6: Finding New Depths

I met Sophie and Sandy in front of the gallery and we grabbed a cab. We arrived at an upscale house in Pacific Heights, one of the nicer neighborhoods in the City. The door was answered by an young Asian woman in her 20's wearing a sleeveless black sheath dress accented by a string of pearls. Sandy and Sophie did a cheek 'air kiss' and I shook her hand and introduced myself. We followed her into a large entertainment room which was decorated in the unique San Francisco Victorian style. I was really beautiful! Over on one wall was a self-serve wet bar. The girls were introducing me. The women in the room were a cross section; there were upper management/CEO types, a couple lawyers, a very butch looking woman with a crew cut and a leather jacket, one girl who was goth, a few who looked like house wives, the 'off beat' artist genre I've grown used to from the gallery, etc. I made my way over to the bar and poured a glass of a very good vintage Burgundy. On one end of the room was a huge fire place with couches and chairs formed into a conversation horseshoe. One woman was sitting by herself, watching the fire and nursing her drink. She piqued my interest. I made my way over and sat down in a chair kitty corner to hers.

“Enjoying yourself?” I asked

“Oh, sort of. I'm not much into these types of mixers. I haven't seen you here before.”

“Sophie and Sandy invited me. They wanted for me to meet their friends.” I replied.

“Sophie and Sandy are really sweet! I love them!” She said with a smile.

“I'm Zoe by the way.” She offered her hand. I shook it. Zoe was wearing a nice pair of jeans, a shoulder less black shirt with a mock turtle neck. Her nipples were pierced and her rings were quite obvious, pressed into the tight ribbed cloth of her shirt. I found them really hot! She wore a pair of black suede flat boots with the 'slouchy' uppers. Her hair was styled in a black, long bob. Her makeup was minimal, eyeliner, mascara and a light red lipstick. It looked like she was doing some gauging with her earlobes. She had a ring in center of her lip, a septum piercing and a ring in her nostril. I liked the nostril ring. She was pretty.

“I'm Kirsten.” I responded.

“So, you're Kirsten.” she observed. She looked at me, not undressing me but getting a read on who I am.

“You're very passable. I had to look deep. You have minimal brow bone, slender wrists and almost no Adam's apple. Those are always a give away. I was a little taken aback.

“I'm a little taken aback. You have me at a disadvantage.” I replied, uncomfortable that my 'cover' have been pulled.

“I'm a good friend of Greg's. We talk often. I didn't mean to embarrass you!” she offered as she put her hand on mine.

“He mentioned the other day that he's wants me to do your PA and Guiche.”

“Okay, this makes sense now.” I said with a degree of relief.

“How long have you been body modifications” I asked.

“About 5 years.”

“You like your job?”

“Yes, I do. It's gratifying to help people find a new consciousness.”

“What do you do?” she asked.

“Right now, I work for my mother at the Segmore Gallery. I'm an aspiring artist trying to put together a portfolio for entrance in to the Art Academy.” I replied.

“So how do you like working at the gallery?” she inquired.

“I deal mostly with shipping and receiving, do the books and help arrange artist showings.”

“Do you like dealing with artists?”

“For the most part no. Most of them are self-absorbed, pretentious, arrogant pricks as are a large portion of the collectors!” I kind of spat out. Zoe let out a belly laugh that lit up her face!

“No, what do you really think???” she said sarcastically.

I laughed too.

“I'm sorry, it gets wearing after awhile.” I interjected as I took a sip of wine.

We chatted about various topics, authors, fashion, poetry, etc. The conversation wound down to a pause.

“So are you ready for your next piercings? She asked.

“Yeah, I think so. Is the PA or Guiche painful?” I asked.

“Not at all! Mine weren't.” She answered ask she dug out a pack of cigarettes from her backpack. She lit a cigarette, coyly waiting for my response, watching to see if I would put the pieces together. She was a He! She saw the look on my face.

“Surprised?” she asked.

“Yes, actually!”

“Oh you would have figured it out!” she said touching my hand.

“So how long?”

“I started HRT when I was 20, so about 8 years.” she answered as she took a drag on her cigarette. I always thought the idea of a woman with a cock really titillating!

“Have you given it any thought for yourself?” she inquired.

“Just in passing. I've been so invested in everything else in my life. My mother asked me about it not too long ago. I know she would certainly support me if I did.” I replied.

“You need to give it serious thought. Whether you know it or not, your a woman. Just think about not needing fake tits and rubber hips. Really looking feminine and feeling like a woman. How old are you?”

“I just turned 20.” I answered.

“Your in the prime zone. Much longer and testosterone is going to ravage your body. Your bone structure will change, as will your voice. I can give you the number to my doctor if you like.” she added.

“I'm going to give it some serious thought. Are you going to fully transition?” I asked.

“I'm not sure yet. I kind of like being 'in between'.”

“I think it's really hot!” I added.

“Well, maybe I'll have to show you sometime.” she replied with a seductive smile.

The evening wound down. I lost track of the girls. We found each other and went home. I told them about Zoe and they both knew and liked her. Zoe had given me her card. I called Zoe the next day to make a piercing appointment. She said that she had an opening at the end of the week, late in the afternoon. She said we could go out for a bite to eat after. Friday came and I went to her shop in the South of Market district. It was a small tattoo and piercing place where Zoe rented a space. She explained the PA and Guiche and got started. The PA was interesting. She slide a tube with a large glob of antibacterial ointment that had a large hole about an inch my urethra. An odd but enjoyable feeling. As she handled my penis, I became erect which was a little awkward. Zoe quelled my fears saying that it would actually make the piercing easier. The sharp going through was a pinch more than anything else. Greg had told her what jewelry he wanted. It was a curved 10 gauge barbell with a small ring on it, like a CBR on the rear ball. The Guiche was a little more involved, but proceeded without a hitch. Per Greg, she put in a curved 10 gauge ring with on the base of the scrotum. I was her last appointment for the day. We walked over to a little bistro a couple blocks away. I could feel the Guiche and it was a little uncomfortable walking but I was acutely aware that I liked getting pierced. We ordered food, talked on various topics. I liked her energy! She was a very genuine person.

“So can you give me the 411 on Greg?” I asked her.

“What do you want to know.”

“Who he is, his background...you know...the goodies. He's kind of quiet.” I laughed.

“Okay, I've known him for about 6 years now. I met him through the D/s scene. He likes young men who are CD sissies. You've figured out that part. He wants dedication and loyalty. He has kind of a different view of slaves. As you have probably noticed, he doesn't make you call him 'Master'. He's not into humiliation. Once you get into the scene a little deeper, you see how other slaves are treated. Some Tops put there slaves in dog kennels, make them eat out of dog dishes and slap them across the face. I think the best description for what he wants is a 'body ****'.”

“How do you mean?” I asked.

“He doesn't care who you fuck. He is more focused on you signing on with another Dom. That happened with his last sub. It hurt him, but he would never show it.” she said.

“Do you think he likes me? Jesus, listen to me, I sound like I'm 15!” I said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah! He has definite plans for you! I'm willing to bet the next step is going to be a collar and then you'll get a butt plug harness!”

“Butt plug harness, that sounds intriguing.” I commented.

“Have you two ever...you know...” I asked slyly.

“You mean have we fucked?” she said in a matter of fact tone.

“I guess those would be the exact words.” I replied.

“No, were not each other's style. I'm a Domme.” she smiled.

“Wow! I just got an erotic image of you in leather boots and black nylons, exotic makeup and a hard cock!” I said.

She smiled. “Well, you never know” she said with a devious smile.

“All you need to do with Greg is keep being a swishy-sissy-slut, wear a lot of makeup and demonstrate unrestrained willingness, a touch of tease and you will enter world of unearthly delights!”

“That sounds incredibly tantalizing!” I answered lost in thought.

“Something else that might give you some insight to Greg; he's likes a series of science fiction, fantasy books called Gor. Look them up. There's a real BDSM angle to them. They are entertaining.”

“Okay, I will.” I said. I stopped at a bookstore on the way home and bought the first 3 of the Gor series.

The next day, Sophie came over after work with her camera and took pictures of my new piercings. The 10 gauge barbell moving against the inside of my urethra was incredibly stimulating! I downloaded the photos to my computer and sent them to Greg for his input. He was very happy. My cock is kind of average, I guess. I measured it once and it's about 7” and 3 1/2” in circumference. The head was nothing spectacular. I really liked the addition of the PA. I wondered what it would look like with a big ring. Sophie never had a problem with me being naked. She wasn't a 'castrating' lesbian. I spoke with Greg and he didn't want to see me until my piercings were healed. I was disappointed! I took a bubble bath and started dinner. Julie came up about 7 and we sat down to dinner. We talked about our day and I told her about my new piercings.

“You plan to get any more?” she asked.

“I'm not sure, it's kind of addicting. I'm thinking of getting a nostril ring. I like the way they look.” I answered.

“How are your nipples doing?”

“There healing quite well! Their sensitivity is off the charts!” I said with a bit of excitement.

“You thinking of getting yours done?” I asked, closely watching her expression.

“Actually, it has crossed my mind. One of our clients mentioned that she had hers pierced and it re-ignited her marriage. Her husband is very turned-on by them and she said the sensitivity is unbelievable!” she answered.

“Give it some serious thought. Barry did a great job with mine!”

We ate in silence for a moment.

“You think Teri would like it?” I asked coyly. She looked up at me, not sure of how to handle the question.

“It's obvious mom. I think it's great! After dad, you deserve some love and kindness.” I offered. She smiled and touched my hand. I pressed no further. We finished our meal and she said she had to go back down to the gallery

I took care of the dishes and realized I was home alone on a Friday night. Sophie and Sandy were off doing something. I decided to dig into one of the Gor novels. The first in the series was called The Tarnsmen of Gor. They weren't great literature. The prose is overwrought and the characters 2 dimensional. The did kind of have a hook because I immediately started the second. Aside from the misogynistic attitude, the female **** angle was kind of turn on. Upon waking the next morning, I had a raging hard on! I had on a pair of aqua panties on and my cock was pressed against my abdomen. Gently rubbing the nylon against the ball of the PA sent shivers into my groin! I fixed breakfast for Julie and me. We ate in relative silence and she finished, kissed me and rushed down to the gallery. I was acutely aware of how horny I was. About 11 that morning, Jeff called me out of the blue. We hadn't seen each other in about 5 months and wondered if I was interested in hooking up. He also wanted me to meet his new boyfriend. He was quite closed off at that time. Referring to a boy friend sounds like he has bloomed a bit. He was one of the few guys from my crowd that liked having sex with me being cross dressed. He and his friend Darrel would be by at 3. I was assuming that Jeff had told Darrell about what kind of boy I am.

The guy's arrived around 2:30. I was wearing a pair of lace top stay-up stockings, a pair of black lace panties and my black satin kimono with Japanese floral embroidery. I had a bit of makeup on.

"This is Darrell." Jeff said introducing us.

"Hi" he said. I saw the look of surprise in his eyes. Darrell was dressed hip-hop. He had kind eyes and I judged him to be safe.

“You guys want something to drink?" I offered. The both opted for beer. As I walked to the refrigerator, I was doing my best mince walk. As I returned, I casually loosened the tie on my robe and it fell open. I sat down I crossed my legs and immediately saw Darrell squeezing his cock. My kimono fell away enough to see on of my nipples.

"Are those new?" nodding toward my nipple.

"About 4 months old now. They healed fast. They're ready for play." I said with a seductive smile. I asked Darrell what he did. He said he worked at a record store. The sexual tension was really getting thick. I noticed Jeff had a large bulge in his pants.

"Why don't we go into the bedroom and relax a little" I suggested.

We got into the bedroom, Jeff sat on the bed and took off his shirt while I almost tore off his pants. I liked Jeff's cock. It was about 8” with a thick shaft and small head. I took him into my mouth and proceeded to rub my tongue stud on the head and shaft. I think Darrell was a little taken aback! Jeff pulled his dick out and had me lie down on the bed and he slid off my panties. He saw my cock.

“How many piercings do you have?” he said in surprise.

He lubed up my ass and stroking balls deep, Darrell was finally undressed and beside my face. I turned and stuffed his cock in my mouth. This was my first black cock and it was beautiful. He was about 9” long with a round head and smaller glans ridge. My legs were hooked on Jeff's arms with my ass thrust up almost vertical. Darrell was straddling my face, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. He and Jeff were kissing. I could feel that Jeff was getting ready to cum and he pulled out, trying to make himself last as long as he could. I rolled over and had Darrell sit against the bed backboard. His cock was rock hard! I slowly pushed it into my throat and had my lips and nose stuffed into his pubic hair. I put his hand on the back of my head and he figured out what I wanted: grab my hair and face fuck me! He started slowly working my head up and down on his dick, only stopping to let me breath. He was constantly groaning! I could tell how turned-on he was because he couldn't get me to gag! I had Jeff working my ass and I was giving world class head! I was in heaven! We all stopped and took a breather.

“How deep can you go” asked Darrell with stunned curiosity. I opened the drawer on my night stand and pulled out the 2' dildo.

“Watch” I straightened cocked head back, straightened my throat and pushed ¾ of the dildo down my throat and held it there for about a minute. Both of them were kind of speechless seeing the large lump in my throat. I then laid down on my back with my head at the foot of the bed. I indicated Darrell to come over. He place his cock in my mouth and slowly pushed it into my throat.

“Oh God!” he exclaimed. He went on for about 3 minutes, sliding in and out and stopped, not wanting to cum. Jeff was caressing my legs, running his tongue all over my cock and scrotum.

“I want both of you in my ass.” I whispered. They liked that idea.

Darrell laid down on the bed and I straddled him, easily sliding him into my ass. Jeff got into position from behind and put a generous amount of lube on. He slid in two fingers and guided his cock in. It was a glorious feeling! The 2 cocks had my ass stretched to my orgasm point! They just rocked back and forth, that's all that was needed. I imagined the feeling of cocks rubbing together in a tight, slippery hole must have been over the top! Darrell was hitting that g-spot and I could feel cum dripping out of my cock. Jeff reached around and gently played with my nipples and rings. That was it! A long string of ejaculate was draining out of my dick! Jeff started quick, short strokes and both he and Darrell had and explosive orgasm! We all just collapsed into a 'sandwich' with me in the middle. The both went soft and pulled their cocks out. A giant load of warm goo drained out of my ass. I was beyond satisfied.

“You know how to fuck Kirsten!” Darrell said short of breath. I just smiled.

“What's happened to you since the last time I saw you?” Jeff asked.

“Loss of inhibitions and getting honest with myself.” I said looking at him.

“I'd say so! I do like the new you!” he added.

“You know, I would appreciate if word didn't go too far. If you do talk, just don't mention me by name.” I asked.

“We've been friends for a long time. You know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you!” Jeff said with sincerity.

We went into the living room where Darrell suggested we smoke some bud that he had. We talked for about an hour and they said they had to go. I kissed both of them and Darrell said he would really like to do this again. I told him we'll see what happens. I had a considerable amount of cum slowly draining out of my ass. I prepared a antiseptic enema made with peppermint oil and vinegar to clean myself thoroughly. I don't like taking chances. I showered and put on my pink sweats, poured a glass of wine and made a sandwich. I sat down watched TV, enjoyed the buzz I had going. Thinking about the events of the afternoon, I had satisfied something I wanted to do for a long time: a threesome. I immediately thought of Greg. I realized that the whole time I was with Jeff and Darrell, I was wishing that Greg was watching. What has this guy done to me? I thought to myself. He was constantly on my mind. His cock was like opium, I always wanted another 'fix'. After while, I became absorbed in a good Bogart movie and relaxed.