Hello Angel Faces, nice to see you again.  So here I am posting up chapter 2 and reporting that I will be here alllll weekend to take your calls. I actually might lay in the sun too. I have a sweet patch of grass in the backyard that beckons me to tan my white skin. Too bad you are not here to slather me in coconut sun tan lotion and make me margaritas!

I’m loving the participation in the formation of this story! Right on! Now you all, for the most part, voted that I make Daniel my wife in the long run. This time, I turned the focus to his penis. What shall I do with it? Well, you can read and then vote here, or vote on my poll at enchantrixempire.com.  Just look at the polls there and find mine for Chapter 2.

Been loving the calls as of late and wow, the sissies have been coming out in droves since I started writing this story!  Love it, love it, love it.

Now I have a recipe for bread pudding calling my name. So I’m gonna jet.

Below is Chapter 2 and the Novella is simply called Daniella.

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Chapter 2

It All Comes Back Around

I stood still. My heart pounding so loudly, I could hear it in my head. My thoughts raced as movies flashed through my mind at high speed to past memories.   I had seen this exact scenario so many times in my past, but, with clients or boyfriends I had known I wasn’t going to spend my life with.  When I had met Daniel, he hadn’t struck me as the type that would cross dress and I decided that I would not bring this into our relationship frightened of his response to it. Usually I was so good at picking up the signs of men who had that kinky edge to them…..

I quickly stood straight up and placed my hands on my hips and gathered up my emotions. Stoic. I finally answered him, “Well, sweetheart, my class was cancelled and instead, I thought I’d come home and give you that slow, deep blow job for being such a wonderful man…”,  I paused, then narrowed my eyes. “It seems that maybe I didn’t have a man after all”.

Slowly, I turned on my heel and walked down to the guest bedroom and opened the closet door to find the big black canvas bag I thought I would never touch again. I lifted up the carpet to find the hidden key to the lock that dangled off the bag. I placed the key in the lock and turned and opened up the bag and peered inside. Grabbing the shoulder strap, I picked it up. Metal clanking on metal.

I opened the door and Daniel was starting to take off the delicate clothing he had put on when I had left.  “No. Leave it all on”, I said sternly.  “What?” His look of shock prompted me to smirk. “So, Daniel – it seems I don’t know you very well after all, and here I thought we knew one another so well. How long have you been dressing like this?” He paused and stared blankly at me for a moment as if taken aback by my sudden cool demeanor and interest in his kinky hidden lifestyle. “Well, I’ve been dressing in women’s clothes since I was in college….”, he trailed off.

I knelt down and unzipped the bag and shuffled through it. All that bondage gear brought back memories. So many memories. “Well, my sweet lover”,  I walked across to him with a leather wrist restraint. “I have a past too”.  I grabbed his right wrist and picked it up. In defense, he pulled back and I squeezed it tight, looking directly in his eyes. I slid the leather restraint on and quickly tightened. Yes, I still had it and was still quick at it too. “This is not the first time I have seen men prancing about in panties and women’s delicates….”. I slid the other leather restraint on his left hand and slowly lifted his arms. “Slide back against the headboard of the bed”.  Quietly and obediently, he did so. Walking to the side of the bed I lifted his arms and locked them together; securing them to the brass pipes. “See? Now isn’t this better, my little angel?”,  I said playfully with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

Little by little, I stripped out of my tight shirt and my yoga pants. I peeled off the sports bra and wiggled my hips out of the cotton white thongs. As I sauntered over to my top dresser drawer, I pulled out a pair of sheer white nylon panties and a pink tank top and put them on.

“Don’t I look delicious, Daniel? My nice pussy peeking through those sheer panties. I look so playful and girly, don’t I? Is that what you like too? Being girly?  Say it, Daniel”.   He laid in silence. Beads of sweat forming on his brow, eyes wide.

I picked up the panties I caught in his hand earlier.  “Tell me, Daniel, what were you doing with these? And I want you to not leave out a single iota of information or this relationship is over and I will be rushing to tell my girlfriends and your friends about what you are really like…”  I then climbed onto the bed, got on my hands and knees and pointed my pussy and sweet ass that he had drooled over in the past in the direction of his nose. “I know you love my scent…”.   I looked back at him and heard him breathe deep. His cock becoming erect, I saw a hint of moisture soaking into the panties already.

“I find myself in a unique predicament, Daniel. I love your money, your work and I love our sex life. But, now, every time I look at you, I’m going to think of you more and more like a girl. I’m not sure you can go back to being the Daniel I once knew….”  For the first time in awhile, he spoke. “What?”  “Don’t you think you should be more like Danielle now, and not Daniel? Don’t you think you should be more like my girlfriend now?”  Before he could answer, I turned around and got off the bed and faced him.   “Look at you. You still ache for me, you still want my body. But, Danielle, you can’t have the best of both worlds”.

I took my hand and softly felt his hard erection through those soft panties. Then, I squeezed his cock hard enough for him to let out a gasp. “I bet you are going to miss me sucking this, aren’t you?”  A look of defeat washed across his face. “What are you saying, Cecilia? Are we over?”

A smile stretched across my face.   “Oh Danielle. We’re over with being a man and a woman. It’s more like ….”  I paused and put my finger to my chin, looking up into the corner of the room.   “It’s more like you are going to be my girlfriend. Say it, Danielle, say ‘I want to be your girl, Cecilia’”. His eyes widened, his hips shuffled in the bed. I swear I could see his erection bulge further, pulling the panties so tightly and taut around his hips. A wave of feeling in control rushed over me. I had missed that.

“I want to be your girl….”, he said timidly.  “Well, in that case, we are going to have to do something with that …. thing”, I said, pointing to his erection.

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Should Cecilia put a chastity device on Danielle? Thus, allowing him milkings whenever she says he can have them?

Should she make him simply tuck it back?

Should she ignore it all together and cuckold him?

Should she make him focus more on being a girl, forgetting he ever had a penis to begin with?