My First Cd Slut-Training Me

First meeting. It began with an invitation from my master of the time to suck two cocks for the first time ever. The bad news is, it was the last time I was to suck two cocks, so far. I am new to cocksucking.

The good news is that months later I would be sitting down over coffee with a cross-dressing personal slut whose cock I have sucked when we were both being submissive to my favourite cock, to discuss personal slut training fully clothed in his apartment - he was "dressed" and I was clothed comfortably. If I passed the test, the introductory meeting, I was told, we will proceed to the bedroom for my first lesson. He tells me it will take more than just sucking cocks to be a slut. Some of my training, he tells me, will be one-on-one and some of it in group sessions.

I am to be trained to be a personal slut, Mistress said. Maybe. I am told I am a good cocksucker. I hope I will also be a good fuck, a good slut, a good personal slut, a good personal slut to share as Mistress wishes.

Mistress describes himself as a CD slut-in-training to my previous favourite cock to suck of three I have pleased, thus far. So I am to be the student of a student, who I discovered has much more experience as a slut than I then knew.

A time was set.

I arrive a few minutes late. He is dressed elegantly in black dress and heels, white necklace resembling pearls, red fishnet stockings, makeup making him more feminine as is his manner of speaking, pleasant and putting me at ease but certainly not immediately.

We chat over coffee for possibly fifteen minutes. I am not exactly relaxed but excited, my CD Mistress preferring his female name and amused when I say "Please, you can call me Cocksucker." My cock stirs when s/he does. Telling me what it means to be a slut. He asks if s/he is my first crossdresser. We will begin, s/he said with a sensual massage. I am dressed in a fashionable sweatshirt and jeans.

Very soon it is obvious Mistress is very turned on by my appearance, our conversation, my openness, and I by hers. But somehow something isn`t quite right.

We go to the bedroom, my first time with a CD, knowing soon my first bi kiss will follow as I had promised, both of us ready for my first bi sex with a cross-dresser. I am invited to take off my clothes while Mistress prepares, leaving the room for a moment to take off dress and heels, revealing lingerie. Returning, s/he was very close. A whiff of perfume.

Naked now, beside the bed, my nicely cut cock and balls shaved and hanging, dangling heavily, ready, I put my hands behind my head so, I say, s/he can inspect me, running his hands over my body, my cock rising as he tweaks my nipples while stroking my body, cupping my balls and pulling gently on my cock in quick moments. Leaning in to kiss me, my first bi kiss, my first CD.

I am invited to lie crosswise on the bed, a pillow for my head to look down to watch myself being pleasured, a sheepskin mat for his knees. She plays with my body, my hands, as instructed, behind my head. Stroking my body, kneeling between my widely spread legs, sensuously, his hands moving over me, up my sides, caressing me. He leans forward to kiss my belly, the first touch of his lips causing my cock to stir. He kisses and licks my belly wetly as my cock grows. His hands move up, over and through my slightly hairy chest, tweaking my nipples then rolling them between thumb and forefinger. and, moving up, sucking my nipples, first one, then the other. Erotically. My cock becoming fully erect.

Leaning back, his hands are stroking my inner thighs when he asks me to put my legs over her shoulders one after the other as s/he is licking and kissing them. S/he is sucking my toes and fondling my fully erect shaved cock and balls. I tweaking his nipples, touching his body, stroking while being stroked. It is erotic, sensual, and not quite right.

S/he licks and then sucks my fully erect cock, tongue first licking the length of my shaft, taking first the head of my cock into his warm wet mouth and sucking my cock, differently and more sensually than I have sucked cock. It is wonderful and wrong and not quite right. What am I doing, I keep thinking. Too quickly I fill his mouth with spurts of precum and cum. S/he swallows. I wish we had kissed, shared my cum, I thought. Then, as my cock subsided, "Dear god what am I doing" echoed in my brain, though unsaid. Remorse.

It continues for a few minutes more. And I tell him this isn`t working, it is me not him. I knew then that it isn`t bi sex that is appealing but other things in my life that I am running away from and this is deflecting rather than addressing it. No fear, just wrong. He says, it is okay if you want to stop.

"At least you can say you have had your cock sucked by a cross-dresser," Mistress smiles, knowingly, as I left.

We have tried once. Will we try again?

Time passes. Three months.

My second lesson is later today, early afternoon. Sensual touching. Coffee and soon after I will be naked, slut training. At the end of my lesson, if I perform well, I will be allowed to suck his cock, my wrists tied behind my back, vulnerable. I am promised a big load in my mouth, a big load of his cum to swallow if I do a good job sucking his cock.

I am excited.

I prepare myself physically and mentally for anything. If I am to be a student slut I must learn to give myself, to do everything I am asked. I am going to be a slut. I am going for slut-training.