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The crack of a whip sounded through the room, each little snap of leather hitting flesh followed by a gasp or a moan.

It was just another night at the weekly kinky house-party that one of Christy's friends hosted. Christy leaned against the wall near the doorway to the "dungeon", which was actually an attic room above the host's workshop. The room was crowded, and kept warm enough for those who wanted to wear their bare fur by the body heat of the occupants. Christy, as a snow leopard, tended to stay near the cracked-open door where it was a little cooler. She was still wearing a knee-length black skirt and Pink Floyd t-shirt for now, but given her thick fur, even nude she could overheat easily.

Her long, spotted tail flicked slowly back and forth as she watched the scene playing out in front of her. A stocky badger was chained to a kind of wooden frame in the middle of the room, and a curvaceous wolf was expertly wielding a long bullwhip. The tip flicked against the badger's back with perfect accuracy, delivering exactly as much pain as intended. He was leaning against his restraints, keeping very still, but he twitched and moaned with nearly every blow.

He was completely nude, so other reactions were also visible--he was definitely enjoying the experience. The wolf was wearing a short dress and Christy was fairly certain she wasn't wearing underwear beneath it, so the view there wasn't bad either. The snow leopard was enjoying being a voyeur for now, but her tail continued to flick restlessly. She wanted to play tonight. She was currently single, though, and hadn't brought a partner. None of the people she usually played with seemed to be here tonight, either. Just her luck.

Well, perhaps she'd eventually run into somebody that she could lay claim to for the night. The party hadn't been going for very long, so there was plenty of time to meet someone. Meanwhile, at least there was a show to keep her amused. She licked her lips and shifted just a bit, her eyes coming to rest on the badger's rampant erection. Yes, the view was quite good indeed.

The whipping scene was wrapping up when somebody slipped in through the door and took a seat in an empty chair next to where Christy was propping up the wall. He was a housecat; jet black from his ears to his toes, but with a splash of white across his throat and chest. He wore a pink button-down shirt and black slacks, surprisingly dressy for an event where people usually wore either casual clothes or elaborate fetish outfits. But the open collar of his shirt revealed a different sort of collar nestled beneath it, the thin black leather band showing stark against the white fur there.

He glanced over at her and smiled. "Evening. I like your shirt." His voice was a light tenor, almost feminine. His features were a bit androgynous as well.

Christy felt a flick of speculation go through her mind. He'd been a good six inches shorter than she when he walked by to take his seat too. Though that wasn't wildly unusual, Christy was quite tall. "Thanks! A Floyd fan, huh?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"What's your favorite song?"

The cat considered that. "It's really hard to choose just one, there are so many. Echoes, I guess, if I have to pick."

"Old school, huh? I kinda like Learning to Fly best, but the early stuff is great too."

"Learning to Fly is a good one." He nodded.

"I'm Christy," she said, sticking a hand out.

The cat got back to his feet and took it, his grip firm, but his hand just a little smaller than hers, his fingers slender. "Jake. Good to meet you."

"I haven't seen you here before. This your first time?"

"Oh no, I used to come constantly, but life has been busy lately. I haven't had much free time. I love it here, though." He shot a sideways glance at the central play space, where a vixen was in the process of stripping down before starting some no-doubt fascinating performance. "It's a lot of fun."

Christy chuckled. "That it is." Jake sat back down, tucking his tail around him neatly. Christy looked him over again, considering. He was wearing a collar, so he might not be free to play. But then again he might be. There was only one way to know for certain. "So, does that collar mean you have an owner?"

Jake looked up at her, seeming a bit surprised by the blunt question. "Ah... Yes it does. But he doesn't mind if I play with other people. We have a fairly open relationship."

Christy tilted her head. "'He', huh? You're gay?"

Jake smiled. "Nope. Bi."

"What a coincidence, so am I!" Christy grinned.

Jake chuckled. "Is this your way of suggesting we do something together?"

"I was hoping to find somebody to play with tonight. So yes, if you're game."

"I might be. What kind of 'something' did you have in mind? I'm pretty much just a bottom, just so you know. I don't do the dominant thing. And, ah, I'm not really here for sex. Just other play."

Christy nodded. She was a little bit disappointed that sex wasn't on the table, but for a first time that wasn't surprising, really. His being a bottom didn't bother her one bit, though. And speaking of bottoms... "How do you feel about being spanked?"

Jake's ears flicked. "Uhm. I like it. A lot."

"Well coincidentally I like spanking people. A lot." Her eyes ran over the room, but all the play stations were full. Looking down at Jake sitting on the chair, though, she decided there was no reason to wait for one to open up. There were no rules against just starting a scene wherever you were. "Why don't you get up and get those pants off," she said.

There was a sudden tension in the air, and Jake swallowed hard. Only moments ago they'd been two strangers, casually discussing something that might happen. Now, all at once, they were sub and dom, top and bottom, and that power exchange sent a spark between them. "Y-yes ma'am," said Jake.

Christy smiled. She loved getting called "ma'am", for more reasons than one. She watched as Jake stripped off his pants. He was wearing plaid boxers under them, and he glanced over at her after setting the pants aside. "Those too," she said, and he nodded and pulled them off as well.

He had a jock strap on under the boxers, the gray elastic contrasting clearly with his darker fur, which pretty much confirmed the suspicion that Christy had been harboring. The jock strap would be holding a packer, a rubber cock meant to make the line of his pants look right, because otherwise it might be a little too obvious that he didn't have one.

The jock strap was a good look, though, and Christy was the last one on the planet to complain about that sort of thing. She dropped down to sit in the chair Jake had just vacated. "Bend over," she said, patting her lap. Jake swallowed again, but obeyed, lying across her lap. She could feel the slightly soft bulge of his packer just pressing against her leg. With a smile she ran a hand down his back and out along his tail, then settled it on his rump. The jock strap left his cheeks completely bare, and she rubbed one of them slowly.

She could hear Jake's breathing, steady and even but just a bit faster than normal. His body was faintly tense as he lay across her lap, no doubt anticipating the first blow. Well, it would be rude to leave him hanging for too long. Christy grinned and pulled her hand back, then delivered a hard, sharp spank. Jake yelped, twitching on her lap. Her grin broadened and she hit the other cheek just as firmly. That got another yelp. She rubbed the spot where she'd just hit, feeling the sleekness of his jet black fur and the warmth of the flesh beneath. It would be warmer still by the time she was done with him.

Lifting her hand again, she began a steady series of lighter slaps, gentle smacks that would barely sting at all. He drew in a breath at the first one, then let it out in a long sigh as she worked over his rump, warming each cheek up in turn. The lighter blows would get the skin warmed and the endorphins running, which would let her hit him harder and longer than if she just whaled away right from the start. To keep things exciting, though, she sometimes delivered a harder smack. Each of these made Jake gasp and twitch in her lap.

He was very shortly panting hard, and as she slowly increased the intensity of the spanking, his gasps and sighs began to turn into moans. Each slap of her hand grew harder and harder, and each seemed to make him moan louder and louder. He started to squirm on her lap, his hips twitching, pushing the packer against her leg. His moans were having an effect on Christy too. Her own breath was a bit faster. There was something oddly arousing about the feeling of the fake cock pushing against her leg. It was soft, not being meant to mimic an erection, but still, the contact was stirring her own arousal more than a little.

She wondered if Jake could feel that. Did he already know or guess before they began, that she was the other side of his own situation? Or was he only just now realizing it on feeling her cock rising in her lap, pressing into his belly?

Christy didn't let that thought distract her too much. She hit Jake harder, each slap now separated by a good long pause to let him anticipate the renewed pain. The sharp cry he let out as she hit him hard was as much a whimper as a moan. She suspected she was starting to push his limits a bit. But she wasn't ready to stop yet, and he hadn't told her to, so she hit him again, even harder.

"Ah! Fuck!" He jerked, his tail lashing. She didn't give him time to recover, though, but hit him again, on the same spot, as hard as she could. He hadn't had time to even draw a breath, so a strangled whimper was the only sound he made, though his whole body jerked again in pain.

She went back to softly rubbing his rump. It was heated indeed beneath her hand. He went limp, panting hard, his head hanging down on the other side of her lap.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"I... Uhm..." His voice was dazed, breathless.

She chuckled softly. "Still good? My hand is a bit sore, but I've got a few more spanks in me."

He let out a little whimper. "I... I don't know..."

She stroked his fur still. "You want to take more, don't you? You want to be a good boy for me, I know. It hurts, but you still want it."

Another whimper, but also a nod. "Yes ma'am."

"Just a few more, then. Ready?"

His breath started coming faster again, and he tensed, then relaxed with an obvious effort, blowing out his breath in a deep sigh. "Yes."

"Good." She hit him again, hard, on the opposite cheek from before. He gasped, then let out a long, whimpering moan. She paused for a long few seconds, then hit him there once more, even harder, wringing a sharp cry from him, and then without giving him room to recover, delivered a series of hard blows, back and forth from one cheek to the other, in a steady one, two rhythm. Each one made him cry out, and the cries started to verge on being screams, he was obviously now being pushed to the very limit.

One last blow, as hard a she could, and he did scream that time, then went completely limp, faint sobs coming from him, when she finally stopped.

She stroked his rump and his tail and along his back gently, soothingly. "You did good. You were such a good boy."

"Th-thank you ma'am," he said, his voice trembling.

Christy continued to pet Jake softly as he slowly relaxed, his breath returning gradually to normal. He started purring as she did, and she smiled warmly. Though the now-relaxed mood hadn't quite relaxed her completely, she was still more than a little turned on. Reducing a man to sobs and whimpers always had that kind of effect on her. She licked her lips as Jake lay still, purring softly on her lap.

"Jake?" she said at length.

"Mmm?" His voice was a drowsy murmur, not entirely coherent.

"That was a lot of fun. Thank you."

"Mmm, yeah. Thank you."

She chuckled, then gave her hips a little wiggle, rubbing her erection against him. "You're very fun to play with. And there's something else I would like to do tonight. I know you said you weren't looking for sex, though. So it's fine if your answer is no."

His breath caught, and his ears flicked back and forth uncertainly for a moment. "I... Uhm..." Suddenly he slid off her lap, crouching on the floor beside her for a moment, looking up at her. He licked his lips. "I think the main reason I don't look for sex at these parties might not apply. Most people looking for sex here want a guy that has a cock. I... er..."

Christy grinned. "You don't, but I've got enough for both of us."

His ears flushed red, and he nodded. "Uhm. Yeah."

She rose and held a hand down to him. "Downstairs to the private room, then?"

He took it and let her pull him to his feet. "Yes." He gave the little pile of shoes, pants, and boxers a glance then, and Christy grinned. "Just shove those out of the way. I see no reason to not parade you through the house. In fact you might as well take the shirt off too."

His ears blushed crimson again, but he ducked his head and said, "Yes, ma'am." A few moments later he'd unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. He wore a chest binder under it, a tank-top-like garment of black nylon fabric that barely stood out against his dark fur, though the v-line where it cut off his white bib was obvious.

"Good boy." She gave him an approving look, then beckoned for him to follow her. She put a little swish in her step, and a glance over her shoulder confirmed that he was staring at her rump as she walked out the door and down the stairs from the shop attic to the house proper.

The halls and rooms inside were crowded too, though here people were chatting and eating snacks, just socializing in between scenes, or in many cases socializing and nothing else. There were folks in bondage gear, and a few wearing much less, but otherwise it was like more or less any house-party. Though nobody was drinking; booze and kinky play didn't always mix terribly well.

Christy continued, aware of the eyes that followed her and the near-nude Jake trailing behind her. They reached the spot where a pair of bedrooms were available for more private play. Both doors were currently open, though one room was definitely occupied. Some people didn't necessarily care about privacy, they just wanted a play room with a bed. She could hear--and to some extent see--the sexually charged scene going on inside.

Fortunately the other room was empty, and she went in with Jake still following obediently at her heels. Inside she turned and looked at him with a sly smile. "So, shall I close the door, or leave it open?"

"Oh geez." His ears flicked again and he swallowed, looking at the door. "Uh, open?"

"You want everybody to hear how I make you scream, hmm?" He smile turned to a broad grin.

His ears went a little flat, but they were also blushed red again. "You are evil."

"I am a sadist. Which you just love even while you're blushing and squirming, don't you?"

He gave a little cough. "Uhm. Yes..."

She chuckled. "That's why you're so much fun." She reached out and hooked her finger under his collar, using it to pull him in close, and gave him a hard kiss.

He made a soft sound of surprise, then kissed back just as hard. His hands slid around her waist, and she put one hand on his back in turn, but kept the other holding his collar tightly, twisting it a little to half choke him. He whimpered into the kiss and pressed closer to her.

She pulled back from the kiss, and gave his collar another, harder twist. He shuddered, struggling to draw in a breath. When she released him a moment later he gasped in air, his whole body trembling. She kissed him again and he moaned into the kiss, pressing to her instantly, obviously very much turned on.

"God I love messing with subby little boys," she said when she'd pulled back again.

His ears went flat again and he made a little whining sound, but he was also smiling a bit. She chuckled, then pulled her shirt off. "I think I'm wearing too much clothing," she said.

"Oh definitely." He licked his lips, looking at her.

She grinned and pulled her bra off too. Her breasts were small, but they were also all natural and she was very proud of them. When she stepped close again, Jake's hands went straight to them, cupping one in each. They made a perfect handful. He squeezed gently, and she made a soft sound of pleasure. "Just a moment..." She pulled from his grasp and swiftly stripped off her skirt and panties too, leaving herself nude. His eyes flicked down to where her cock stood up out of its sheath, a thick pink shaft that came to a slender point, tipped with small barbs. He licked his lips again, and she smiled at the effect she was having on him.

"In the bed, boy," she ordered, and he jerked his eyes away from her cock and immediately went to obey.

"Yes, ma'am."

He lay on his back, and his tail was twitching in agitation that no doubt meant a certain amount of nervousness. Christy certainly understood that. The first time with a new lover could often be fraught, and being transgender often multiplied those difficulties. It was one of the reasons she so embraced her dominant streak. Being in charge made her feel much more secure about taking a new lover.

She paused for a moment to fish a small object out of the pocket of her skirt, palming it. Then she practically pounced on him, and her other hand went to the jock strap that he still wore, groping it lightly. He let out a tiny moan, lifting his hips to that pressure and she smiled. The other reason she embraced her dominance was that making people react was just so much fun.

There were a few practical realities to address first, though. "So, my good little boy, before I screw your brains out, let's talk about what I can and can't do to you."

He gave a little shiver, but nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"First of all, I assume I can indeed screw your brains out. As in penetrative sex. I have a condom." She flashed the small object she'd palmed with a grin.

"Ah. Yes, you can."

"Good. What about oral? Can you take it if I facefuck you? I don't want to hurt you if you're one of those people who can't."

His ears flushed again. "Yes. I'm still working on not gagging, some, but...yes."

"I'll try not to overdo it, then. And if I want to insult and humiliate you, is that okay too?"

"Uhm. That depends on what you mean by 'humiliate.' I'm not into, uh...peeing and things like that."

"Nah, I just don't want to ruin the mood if I call you bitch, or cunt or whatever."

"Oh, no, that's, ah, I like that kind of thing. Call me whatever you like, during the scene. Just, uhm... 'Bitch' and 'cunt' and even like...'cuntboy' are fine, but 'girl' isn't."

"Got it."

"Is there anything I shouldn't do?" he asked.

She gave a little shrug. "I don't think you'll be calling me 'master' since you said you already have one. No guy terms. But you know that, I'm sure. Other than that, be a good little boy and obey my every command, and I think we'll be fine."

He licked his lips again. "Yes ma'am."

She held out the condom to him. "Let's get started then. I'm sure you know what to do with that. Give me some attention while you're at it."

"Yes, ma'am." He took the little packet, but didn't immediately tear it open. Christy lay back on the bed, spreading her legs apart, and Jake moved to kneel between them, reaching out to trail his fingers up the length of her cock.

"Mmm. Good boy," she said encouragingly. He slid his hand down and cupped her balls, massaging them in his hand, and leaned in to nuzzle along her shaft. The feel of his soft fur against her was very good. She reached down and stroked his head gently as he continued. He sighed softly, nuzzling up and down more, and bending further to lap at her balls. She made a little sound of pleasure, and he lapped all over them, even venturing to take one into his mouth for a moment.

Eventually he lifted his head and sat back, taking out the condom packet. He tore it open and tossed the wrapper aside, and put the condom over the tip of her cock. He paused, then with a smile leaned over and rolled it the rest of the way down with his mouth, sliding his muzzle over her. She moaned softly, her hand going back to his head again, fingers tangling in his short black hair. It felt wonderful as the heat of his mouth closed around her.

He was able to completely unroll the condom, taking her slowly all the way, until his nose was pressed against the soft white fur of her belly. Then he pulled back and began working at her, rubbing his tongue firmly along her cock. She had the thought--not for the first time, either--that she was very glad that modern felines didn't retain the grooming tongue barbs of their primitive ancestors, or this would be a great deal less fun. Given his earlier assent, though, she was about to make it even more fun. She tightened her grip on his hair and forced his head down, making him once again take her all the way. He made a muffled sound of surprise, and a shudder ran through his whole body, but he put up no resistance whatsoever, eagerly sinking down in response to the pressure of her hands.

She held his head down, keeping him there, and he stayed without protest for a long, long moment, his tongue caressing her eagerly. It felt absolutely amazing, and she couldn't keep from moaning as he worked at her. Eventually, though, he started to resist, pushing back against the pressure of her hands. She knew he must be desperate to breathe by now, but she held him down for just a second longer, then let him pull free of her.

He drew in a gasping breath, but then immediately lowered his head and took her tip into his mouth again. He caressed it with his tongue while panting hard through his nose, catching his breath, but unwilling to stop servicing her while he did so.

"Mmm, very good boy," she murmured, and he made a little whining sound and gave a wiggle of eager pleasure at her praise. She pulled his head down again, and he took her in deep once more, another shudder going through him as her cock filled his throat. She held him down even longer this time, until he started fighting, before finally letting him up. He knelt there, gasping, for a longer moment, but once again willingly took her cock back into his mouth before he'd even finished catching his breath.

This time she didn't pull his head down all the way once he was breathing more easily, but instead simply held it in place, lifting her hips to thrust into his mouth. She didn't go quite as deep, and she went slowly at first. He let out a muffled moan as she started fucking his mouth. His eyes were tightly closed, an intense expression on his face, his whole body trembling as she thrust into him. God but his reactions were great. "Such an eager little bitch boy," she said, somewhat breathlessly, and he whimpered again in response.

She started going faster, pushing deeper, and he gave another shudder, no doubt struggling not to gag as she repeatedly forced her cock into his mouth.

Christy kept that up for some time. The way he shivered and whimpered was amazing, and the feel of his mouth on her cock felt great, but she knew she was unlikely to get anywhere that way. Eventually she let go of Jake's hair, letting him sit back. He was panting hard, his expression somewhat dazed. She smiled at him and sat up in the bed. "You're a pretty talented little thing, boy. But I think it's time to really make you my bitch. Time for me to use a cuntboy's little cunt. I bet you're wet as hell."

His eyes went wide and his breath caught. She could see that conflict, the tension between humiliation and desire, flooding through him.

"Is your cunt wet, cuntboy? Hmm?" Her voice was demanding, insisting on an answer.

He drew in a sharp, shocked breath, and then stammered, "Y-y-yes ma'am."

She pushed him over onto his back and ran a hand over the flatness of his chest binder, then down the soft fur of his belly, halting at the jock strap. "Time for this to come off, then."

He gave a jerky nod and said, "Yes ma'am," again. He was tense all over, in a mixture of nervousness and desire, as he pulled the elastic contraption off. The soft pink packer tucked within came with it, revealing white fur growing thinner over the pink lips of his pussy. Christy didn't even have to touch him to tell that he was dripping wet. She did anyway, though, reaching down to grope him, sliding her fingers along his labia. He moaned softly. "You're absolutely soaked, little cuntboy. You really are an eager bitch, aren't you?"

Jake only whimpered in response, and Christy chuckled. She straddled him, leaning over to give him a heated kiss, her cock pressing against him. She could feel his wetness, the slickness of him obvious even with the condom still on her, and she was eager to be inside him, but there was no reason to rush. She ground her hips against him as she kissed him. He kissed back with matching passion, his arms going around her.

With a soft, sadistic laugh she sat back again and caught his wrists in her hands. He drew in a sharp breath as she pinned him down, rocking her hips slowly, teasingly. He whimpered and tugged at his wrists helplessly. His breath was coming fast, and she knew he must be on fire with need by now. She went still for a long moment, just holding him down, doing nothing else.

He opened his eyes and looked up at her, another whimper escaping him. The sound was confused. "Ma'am?"

"Do you want something?" she said, with laughing innocence.

He swallowed. "Please, ma'am..."

"Hmm?" She raised her eyebrows, just still still, holding him, her cock pressed against him.

Another whimper. "Please... I want you..."

"You want me to what, cuntboy?"

He shuddered at that, his breath catching again. That word seemed to have quite the effect on him. "T-to take me. Please..."

She gave a little wiggle of her hips, grinding her cock against him. "You want me to fuck your cunt, cuntboy?"

Another sharply indrawn breath. "Y-yes! Please!"

"Say it. Say what you want."

He swallowed hard. "I..." His head rolled back and forth on the bed, almost a negation, but the little whimper he made was just as needy as ever. "I... God..." He was almost hyperventilating, nearly unable to say it.

"Go on. Say it, boy." Her voice snapped out, sharp and hard.

"Ah! Y-yes ma'am. I... I want you to fuck my c-cunt. Please!"

She didn't answer with words, but instead lifted herself, shifting her hips to line the head of her cock up with his pussy. He was so incredibly wet that she sank in easily, without any resistance at all.

"Ah god yes," he said as she entered him. His moaning voice sounded like he was just about to come already. She was closer than she would have thought possible herself. She had some difficulty coming quickly, it usually took a long time, but the intensity of his reactions had turned her on quite thoroughly.

"Mmm. My eager little cuntboy," Christy murmured. "All mine." She ground her hips against him, pushing in as hard as she possibly could, hearing his helpless moan. She still held his wrists, and she only tightened her grip on them as she pulled back and started thrusting in. She didn't hold back or take it slow. She was well past that point by now. Instead she pounded into the smaller feline, taking him roughly, using him hard. He lifted his legs, locking them around her, pressing into every single stroke. His head was thrown back, his eyes tightly closed, and his moans were rapidly growing in both pitch and intensity. His hips were lifted to her, his pussy clenching down around her cock, his whole body tensing.

His head pressed back into the bed suddenly, a shudder going through him, and the cry he let out was almost inaudible, for he had no breath left to make it with. Christy halted for a moment, simply resting with him as he shuddered beneath her, the wave of his climax passing over him.

Only for a moment, though, and then she began to thrust into him again. He gasped, writhing under her. She laughed breathlessly and speeded her thrusts, seeking nothing but her own pleasure now. After a moment she let go of his wrists and slid her arms under him, holding him tightly to her as she thrust with animal abandon. He whimpered as she took him roughly, but his arms went around her too, his hands gripping her shoulders, his claws pricking through her fur there.

She put her muzzle to his, kissing him deeply as her pleasure built. This was the moment she wanted most of all--the intimacy, the physical bliss, the knowledge that she'd brought him pleasure too, the building towards fulfillment. She felt his body beneath her, writing and squirming, the firmness of his chest against the softness of her breasts, the contradictory feel of his hot, warm pussy around her cock, his arms locked around her, their tongues meeting and twining--and it was wonderful beyond belief.

Panting hard, she pulled from the kiss, burying her muzzle against the side of his neck. "Ah, yes," she moaned, her voice breathless. And then finally she was there, the building pleasure within her peaking, sweeping over her, and with a low growl she came hard, hot seed spilling from her. In that moment she was heedless of the condom, and of anything and everything else. All she knew was that she was filling up the cat beneath her, putting her very essence into him. "Yes!" she cried, "Mine!" and Jake gasped and gave another profound shudder beneath her as he felt her climax within him.

Then the moment was past and she relaxed, panting, atop him. His clinging hands turned to soft caresses, holding her to him. She nuzzled warmly at the side of his neck, and he began purring again, a deep sound of contentment. They lay together thus for a long time, until finally her softening cock slipped free of him, leaving the condom inside him still. With a sigh Christy extracted herself from his embrace and pulled out the condom, knotting it off before it had a chance to spill its contents everywhere.

She rolled over, dropping it in a trash can that sat near the bed, then rolled back to lie beside Jake. She became aware of the sound of voices coming from the open door, and felt a little thrill at the thought that those without had no doubt heard all that they'd done.

When she spoke now, though, her voice was low, pitched for Jake's ears alone. "Thank you," she said softly. "I enjoyed that a great deal."

He kissed her cheek and let out a long, happy sigh. "So did I. It's so good to be able to do that with somebody who understands that, well..."

"That nothing we did makes you a woman? That nothing we did makes me a man?"

"Yes. Indeed." He sighed softly. "So many guys don't seem to get that. I can get all the cock I want, but mostly I get approached for that kind of thing by straight guys. Which just... Ugh. I'm a man, dammit. If you're straight, you don't want me, by definition."

"I have similar troubles at times." Christy nodded. "Though I think I get more of the guys that just... I don't know. See me as a walking sex toy. Some people watch too much 'tranny' porn."

"Hah. No kidding. I'm sorry you have to deal with that."

Christy shrugged. "That's just the way thing are. But every now and then I get a happy surprise, like you."

"Indeed." Jake was silent for a moment, then he hesitantly added, "I kinda have to ask... I am pretty sure I heard you say 'mine' a couple of times in there. You do remember that I have a Master, yes?"

Now it was Christy's turn for her ears blush red. "Aheh. Yes. Of course. I get possessive in the moment, sometimes. But I know you're not really mine."

"Not like I am my Master's, anyway. You're quite different. But that's part of why he lets me play. There are things he isn't interested in giving me."

Christy nodded. "I can understand that."

"This was definitely one of those things. Oh yes." Jake let out another happy sigh, and she couldn't help but smile. Though a faint frown creased her forehead after a moment.

"You can't be saying that he doesn't fuck you."

Jake chuckled. "Maybe I could! There are all sorts out there. But no, he does. He's just gay as hell, and prefers to have me be as masculine as possible. We mostly do anal. And he'd never in a million years call me 'cuntboy.'" His grin turned a bit embarrassed, but it didn't go away. "So while I can't be yours in quite the same way, well... I wouldn't mind doing this again."