Chapter 12
Alan and George had already arrived at their pleasure before they had to withdraw with their sex limp and incapable of further ejaculation. The girls who had not had their moment of supreme joy gathered around and traded off among themselves. They employed the false dildos that were found in the desk drawers and they were in the throes of exultation. When I saw them all coupled like that I thought: Among those who are perverse, their coupling and coming depends on what they see and hear and this is what stimulates them and gives them their delight. When they are frigid, the group helps them rid themselves of their complexes.
I felt that mv conclusions were correct when I understood that the wealthy Mrs. Bayer spared no expense for that matter of valuable time in the pursuit of all sorts of extravagant feast of sensual pleasures.
Was she acting in this way simply because she enjoyed pleasing her guests or was it because she needed this atmosphere to stimulate her erotic exploits?
After a dinner which was full of the most delicious of servings, caviar and oriental tid-bits, champagne pouring out on every occasion, the party took on a victorious glow. Everyone was invited into the immense park which Madame Bayer was very proud of.
"Truce, my friends. I know we are all tired. But I have a new game and I hope it will amuse you all. Usually in order to find the delights of the flesh, we complicate matters. You will all agree to this. Thus, every time we add a man or a woman, we add on to the number of partners at our disposal and that changes the tone of our relations together."
She continued her philosophising:
"What I propose is that we completely upset this habitual procedure of romantic adventures and increase our sensual offerings by first of all changing ourselves."
I didn't understand what she was driving at, but George, with writer sense and quick wit, seemed to catch the patron's idea in flower.
"Bravo Corrine!" George let out. "You've just discovered Copernicus's theory, or rather it's Kants theory of eroticism. Instead of our sex rhythms turning to thoughts of others it ought to turn around ourselves."
Madame Bayer smiled.
"And that's why, I propose that we disguise ourselves. We shall cease to be what we are habitually, either man or woman, in order to take up the opposite sex and concede to that. We will be forced to feel what the other person feels like when he is undergoing love."
This proposal was received with much ado and excited approbation from the guests. Corrine led us all into a little house in the park where she opened a wardrobe that was bursting with men's clothing. imitating the other models, I undid my dress and stripped myself of the frilly things women wear to don a male shirt and put on pants. I put on a tie and wore men's shoes. Even a hat covered my long hair and I chose a cane and some gloves in order to have the appearance of a dandy.
I looked in the large mirror which spread on the north wall of the house and then turned around to face my companions. I almost had to put my hand over my mouth when I saw the change in my fellow mannequins. What a transformation.
Seven of the models were dressed as handsome young men and all in a different manner as thouh they came from different social classes. PiCadilly was mixing with Berkeley Square and a stevedore was right next to a bum.
Madame Bayer was dressed as a Naval Captain in blue, white and gold. That officer pleased me with his intelligent eyes burning with mischief and malice. He had a lovely mouth and his attitude was paternal, and nonchalant at the same time. I grew hot just looking at him or rather her.
But I dominated my sentiment by remembering that I was a male and not a female now. I therefore should be attracted to the opposite sex, the weak sex and the only two of these that we could find was George and Alan.
George was displayed in a crinoline dress right up to his neck to keep his hair from showing and he or she was gifted with a full-blown bosom. A red-head fit snugly over his head. She was wearing nylons with high heeled shoes.
It was curious to see him in this attire. He appeared as a domestic with a certain flair and not without freshness and vivacity. There was a new personality in this new disguise. There were some faults, lack of personal hygiene which proved touching and the transformation contradicted the George who was assured and pompous.
She or he was heavily made-up like a child who had just robbed his parent's toilet cabinet.
As for Allan, he must have certainly had the habit of dressing up as a woman, because he passed in front of me with the air of a grand lady, probably one of the gentry of London. He wore a flower dress and his wig was blonde and curly. His smile .gave him the authenticity of a true English lass.
George sidled up to me and in a hoarse voice resembling that of a street walker he said:
"How about it, mister?"
He must have really thrown himself into the role for I felt that he believed himself to be a woman.
He, or rather she, approached me and planted a kiss right on my mouth.
"You're handsome, fellow"-George told me all the time trying to get used to his high heel shoes.
"You're rather a delicious little gal" -I retorted trying to imagine how I really ought to feel as a male in order to justify the get-together, as well as conform to my adapted personality.
It seemed to me that I had to learn to be audacious like a male and take all the initiative of one.
"You please me a lot, George," and I took "her" in my arms. I remember that "she" had breasts and I felt them up a little. Then my hand slipped down her thigh. George returned the gesture and his hand went into my trousers and he exclaimed:
"Why you lack the most important part of your sex?"
Somewhat confused, I recalled that I had forgotten to attach a false prick around my waist. When I returned with one, my partner began to press it in "her" hands without any misgivings.
"Now you're a real man," George whispered tome. "Do you see how I am?" I said to my companion.
"Oh, I've never felt such a marvelous instrument."
It was not exactly true for he had possessed Alan, but he had never before been fucked in the ass.
Right at that moment an astonishing spectacle filled our eyes. Corrine was garbed in naval dress and equipped with a rubber prick and was screwing Alan in the ass-hole. Alan was ever so dainty in his disguise as an English lady.
A false man taking a false woman. This couple had an air about them as though all were quite normal. And for that matter everything was alright, for the two were perverse and now they were reversing roles and this new change was in effect exactly what they were all about. Corrine was the male and Alan the female.
"You're marvelous at making love, my handsome officer!" cried Alan who responded to the phallic member of his partner-wife.
"I love your little ass, my darling," replied Corrine always on the attack.
Madame Bayer gripped his hips and pushed the instrument in as far as it would go. Mr. Bayer had the mentality of a female for his traits were pretty to behold and his voice was the cooing of a dove. He often got mad and hysterical and showed himself to be a real member of the weaker sex. He was dressed in his true aspect.
"I would like to have some fellows like you," she sighed.
Three of the mannequins, dressed up as men, approached Alan seductively. They began to kiss him all over and feel him up. One of them put the false dick in his hand and in this way Alan was led to believe he was being humped by a flock of males.
I wasn't really taking in the spectacle for I was holding George very tightly. He was behaving like a girl burning with desire. Dear George was molesting my ass and slipping his hand over my false cock.
"Do you know?" "she" said with a heavy tough voice, in spite of "herself" "That I've never been plugged in the arse. I'm asking myself if that is what I want. The disgust of having your ass-hole penetrated must be a myth or either a result of bad education. I didn't feel any pleasure with Alan and yet if I let a woman, that is a man, do it... Well...You know, I'd like to try it. Now that you're a man, you can possess me, for a change."
Having finished his little speech with which he hoped to convince himself, he turned his back and lifted up his skirt and let down his panties. Before me were two hairy cheeks sparkling under a lazy light.
" Let's imitate Alan and Corrine" -he said. I didn't question this, since my partner was just right for my taste.
A little further in the room, Corrine thrilling with pleasure, bellowed like a bull, as she plunged into the anal region of her beloved husband. I wanted to follow suit and I had the chance with the lovely whore in front of me.
I wet the phoney cock with some saliva and slipped it in the crack in the back of my companion. George let out a bewildered cry filled with pain.
"Ouch, take it easy. Don't forget I've never made love in this manner before!"
The idea came into my head that I was devirginizing George and that his rear-end was young and innocent and had never been bruised. This thought heightened my excitation.
I used all my strength in holding the wirey hips of female George and pressed into him with all my force. My "partneress" let out a howl of delight.
I had the sensation that I was having my revenge as well as the revenge of many other women who might have hoped for the same thing. I had fallen into the hands of this perverse man, who was now disguised as a wanton female and now he was under my rule.
My joy doubled and I hastened to the charge. Shaken, George let out a fart, but he didn't try to escape my assault. He seemed to be dizzy and upset by the sensations he was receiving.
"It's terrific! I never thought it would be like that."
I didn't know what he meant by this for he kept mumbling with his extreme suffering and agitation. But he began to express his feelings.
"But it's wonderful. I never knew you could receive such pleasure in being a woman and for once to abdicate from manhood. To let yourself go and have no will and no force and let someone else be occupied with giving you pleasure."
George described exactly the sensations I have had dozens of times during my erotic career.
He defined the essential of the pleasure-seeking female. He understood the assurance and sharp force felt by the slave who was now taking her turn in plowing into her detested partner. It was his fault that she had given in so easily to this perversity. And now she was punishing him for it. She was the male, the brute and she loved it this time.
George leaned how to have humility and realize the power which obsesses the male. He was reduced to the role of a prostitute. The tables had turned and he was forced to submit. But still he was hungry to be dominated.
While I was giving the spiritual writer the experience of what it is like to be a female, Corrine and Alan were wrapped around one another like a couple of beasts. Madame Bayer must have had the habit of hugging and caressing her feminine husband for they did not have any real spurts of joy together. They were already calling many models for help. The models, forever eager, come to the scene. A scene which resembled a "comic-tragedy," filled with clowns and human torture.