I wasn’t there.  But, with the research I’ve done, I think this is pretty much what happened to a pretty TV in TO.

     With a gentle nudge from the cute and convincing phone girl from Georgia, an 18-month sex-periment by two Canadian strippers helped one of their slaves suck himself into the hereafter.

     Most of you know about my good friend, Pamela.  She’s from Guyana and she’s gorgeous.  She has a stripper friend named Gina – also gorgeous (a goddess even) but also damn devilish.  Damn, damn, damn devilish.

     Gina’s not my friend really (I’m fucking afraid of the hypnotic bitch), but she is an interesting study.  She’s appeared and disappeared in my stories before, and I am working on one that will give you all a good picture of her pulchritude and power:  Her Sin-Significant Non-Significant Others, sub-titled, Gina, the stripping spider, preys for your pricks.

     About 1½ years ago, Pamela was also a well-paid TO stripper (actually, she usually worked only weekends in NF because during the week she is an immigration agent in TO). 

     Now, maybe you don’t realize this, but many American men have this fantasy to have a stripper girlfriend.  So, this wing-tipped executroid waltzes into the Sundowner on Lundy one lazy summer afternoon.  A Friday afternoon.  $800 later, he’s in love with Pamela.  She’s hard-bodied black with a Rasta accent.

     It will be another $8,000 during the next year, and at least another $80,000 during the last six months.

     Pamela likes wealthy white American men (attributes ranked in order of appearance).  So she kind of falls in love with Mr. Wing-Tipped – hell, he’s a good tipper and she has to make the new house payments by herself now that the black drug-dealing BF moved out.

     Being sort of black herself, Pamela feels she’s entitled to tell nigger jokes, this being her favorite:  “Why can’t a black man be given a blow job?”  “Because a black man won’t take any job.”  She’s laughed so hard after each of the 10,000 times she’s told it.

      Little did she (or he) know at first that soon he would be determined to prove this joke to be false – a phallic falsification.  Because of his indoctrination (when Gina gets involved, and Mr. WT goes to Mr. Slave and then to Ms. TS).

     To cut a long story short, Gina helped cut Mr. WT’s long cock short.  She seduced Pamela away from him, leaving him in that weak rebound condition that makes men so malleable to Gina’s kinky meanness.

     The transition into willful sissy went fast after Gina and Pamela introduced him to a good after-hours face-fuck by one of the big black (redundant, I know) male strippers from the bar below.

     Mr. WT was Mr. Slave every weekend for Gina in TO.  During the week, he was feeling funny about feeling fine with all this.  Some calls to Kimmy at everythingphonesex dot com (no-taboo list at kimmy4phone dot com) brought him the critical support he needed.

     Before the first call to Kimmy, Gina was prepping her slave for a slow de-cocking (which happened inch-by-inch month-by-month – I saw the results!).  Fortunately, when he called, Kimmy was in full support – even offered to help prune the Georgia peaches, as it were, or so I am told.

     With subliminal kicks in the head(s), Mr. WT Slave was easily eased into the sleazy world of the most extreme.  “Kinky” doesn’t come close to what Gina is into – de-cockings, de-ballings, death, dismemberment, membership in her secret society and in the Canadian Automobile Association.

     Very early on, Mr. WT Slave was willing and nearly able to be castrated, cooked, and cannibalized.  Kimmy had a place in Georgia that would be perfect, according to recordings we have heard of the Mr. WT Slave conversations with her.  To help, she would slice and dice – and then make jewelry out of the phallic parts (testicle ear rings, cock head necklace, tanned ball sac cut into little leathers for a sexy string bikini).

     I’ve actually had chat room conversation with Kimmy (from the night desk at the TO Star), and I am convinced that she is sincere in her absolute support for the extreme.  From what we know, there is even a package en route to her right now – Mr. WT TS Slave’s balls, which she will have gold plated for ear rings (as she was promised) and with a ball sac to start the mini-bikini construction.

     In the final weeks, Mr. WT TS Slave made video tributes to those who assisted him into extreme reality.  Kimmy is praised almost constantly (she deserves those parts going her way).  Each of the big-cocked boyfriends he’s had in the last 18 months is praised, as if each had 18-inch colossal cocks and a softball-sized bag of hard balls.

     He showed off his collection of cum and piss.  Joked that it was hard to save it because he always wanted in on him and in him.

     We heard his last conversations with Kimmy, so encouraged that she had helped three before manipulate themselves into self-suffocation and/or chopping off cock and/or balls for a final blissful bleed.

     We heard him promise to call Kimmy on that Saturday night when he would coat himself in his cum and piss collection, band off his balls, tie himself onto cement blocks he would throw off the bed edges just as he swallowed the hugest black dildo he could find.  With Kimmy’s kind words, he knew he could do it all.

     Then we heard him cry – both with displeasure, and with very great pleasure.  He would not be able to call Kimmy after all.  His dream to be face-fucked to death by a real black cock was going to come true, now that Gina was convinced that he was really, really ready.

     Everything went pretty much as he and Kimmy had worked out.  The balls were banded and he was bound tightly with his own constriction invention.  But no fake dildo in this scene.

     While his balls were dying, to be the great golden gifts for Kimmy, three naked black dancers entered his bedroom (all on tape).  Two held his mouth to prevent a gag or biting reflex, I presume, and the third (and hugest of huge) climbed on top.

     Mr. Ms. WT Slave TS had the biggest smile as the biggest hardest black cock forced its way deep beyond what the average trachea could take.  Motionless for what seemed to be 10 minutes, then a slow face fuck of the smile-frozen motionless face.

     The box was already labeled, ready to have the banded package prepped and packaged to ship to Kimmy.  Gina was actually kind of kind in the end, because she appears to have followed his every wish.

     Then again, she’s got the tapes.  Power, pulchritude, and priceless masterpieces of piece-removing art.