I went to the house of Lady Arachnes upon my twenty-first birthday. I had been a boy up until that point, and rumor had it that the lady made boys into men.
I strode past the gates right up to the door of her entrancing house, shaded by willow trees on all sides. I raised the heavy brass knocker and pounded three times on the tall mahogany door. I waited a few seconds until the door quietly opened.
"Come in." A voice beckoned.
I strode in, seeing my greeter at the far end of the foyer. Lady Arachnes herself. As she moved closer to me I saw instantly the most strikingly feminine features I had ever seen; her face mature yet ageless, her lips pouting, sensual and deep red. Long red hair fell behind her in a loose braid, and her body was covered by a thin robe of white silk, revealing curves that the women of my village would kill for. She walked forward and slid an arm around my waist, pressing her body against mine. My loins had fluttered upon first seeing her, and now my cock straightened beneath my trousers.
"Good, you're ready to begin." She tossed her braid behind her. "Take hold of it. Follow me."
I followed her past the foyer, into the large room at the end, seemingly the only other room in the house. She loosed her hair from the braid and it spread around her back, and her breasts hung free as as she shed her robe. My erection throbbed wildly and she motioned for me to disrobe, fumbling as I took in her beauty. Her nipples were almost as red as her lips, and from the waist down her skin was black as ink, and shiny. She turned and on her spherical black buttocks were red markings, resembling an hourglass. I felt drawn to her of power that was not my own. She did not speak, merely motioning.