It all started very innocently. I saw her in the supermarket, as many others did. But I was the only one to talk to her. It came out before I could stop myself. "Excuse me Miss?"

She looked at me with those beautiful Asian eyes, a little smile, but not dismissing me. "Yes?"

Her voice was beautiful, melodious, perfectly fitting in that beautiful body. I had no clue what to say next, but I knew silence would be worse than anything else. So I blurted out, "Could I please make a picture of you?"

Not a terrible question actually, if you considered the way she looked, like a fashion model, in her red leather skirt with matching top. The way she raised her eyebrows was so cute, I instantly fell in love. "Why?" She asked, "what would you do with my picture?"

"Eehhmm.."

"Are you going to post it online?"

"No, ofcourse not."

"Send it to your friends?"

That was part of my plan, I have to confess, but I just said, "No."

"Then what", she insisted.

"I'd just look at you every now and then, you're so beautiful!"

From all the stupid things I could have said, this was at least the right answer. She smiled sweetly. Then she asked, "Just look?"

I could feel my face turn red, I felt she was seeing right through me. But somehow I knew an honest answer right now was a must, or she'd be done with me. "I may perhaps play with myself while looking..."

I saw interest now in her eyes. A smile formed on her face. "You would masturbate over my picture?"

I had no way of denying, but it sounded a bit harsh the way she said it. "Yes, Miss."

"And you would not share my picture online or with friends, so they can masturbate on me as well?"

"No, Miss." I knew this was between her and me now.

"Okay. You can take my picture. But under one condition."

"Anything!" It came out of my mouth before I could consider the possible consequences.

"Anything? Very well. You can take my picture. But anytime you look at it I want to know. Anytime you masturbate over my picture, I want you to text me, so that I know you're thinking about me. And when you cum, I want you to tell me. Will you agree to that?"

Oh my God, she's crazy! Why would she care. But when I looked in her eyes, saw the little smile light her face, I knew she was serious. Maybe I was a perv, wanting to jerk off on the picture of a complete stranger. But she was a perv too, getting off on knowing I did. And that just made it more interesting.

"Okay, I can do that. But I don't know your number." She had a full laugh on her face now. "Make your picture and text it to me, so I know what you see when you jerk off on me."

She took a pose, and it was seductive right away, her mouth forming a small kiss. I knew instantly that I would imagine her lips closing over my member, and I felt myself getting hard already. Not sure if she noticed it, as I fumbled getting my phone from my pocket, and that hopefully distracted her. The shot I took was perfect though, I knew it right away. I was going to show it to her, but she told me to text it and she gave me her number.

Her phone chimed and she looked at the picture. "Nice!" She said, "remember our deal." She typed something on her phone and I saw her text come in on mine. "My name is Yen" it said, "with a Y. What's yours?"

I smiled now, standing next to this goddess, I texted, "I'm Ray. Thanks for your beautiful picture!"

That's how we left. I knew I would text her later, as I had a serious itch to scratch.

For the whole day I thought about Yen. I didn't dare to look at her picture as I knew my hard-on would not disappear anymore. But when I was finally in my bedroom I pulled her picture up and texted her I had done so. Her answer came back right away, "Enjoy. I want to know as soon as you came." I sent a smiley face and went to work.

I'd love to say I were more romantic, but looking at her image again, after a whole afternoon of denying myself, I was hard in seconds. I pumped hard, and just from the thought her pretty mouth would perfectly fit over my member, I shot my load on the towel I had put down. This might have been a record, even for me, and I was almost embarrassed to text to her that I had already cum, less than two minutes since my previous text.

Her answer came back instantly. "Send me a picture of your cum"

I laughed, realizing she was just as crazy as I was, but I made a picture of the goo on my towel and sent it. Seconds later her reply came, "Nice!!" and a smiley with her tongue out.

Later that night I did it again and she asked for a picture of my dick after the act. I could hardly refuse that, given the fact I had fantasies of it being in her mouth, and the GIF she sent back was exactly that, a woman's mouth inhaling a dick. Perhaps it was her mouth, but I didn't dare to ask.

When I went to sleep I pulled her picture up and set my phone on my charging stand and turned off the auto shut-off feature, so the picture would remain on while sleeping. I texted her about my setup and she was pleasantly surprised. She texted me a voice message and in a very sexy voice she told me to sleep well and dream of my new friend Yen. I put it on repeat and listening to her voice I fell asleep with a smile on my face, while her image was watching over me.

I typically don't remember my dreams, but this night it was as clear as water. Her image, her voice, her mouth on my member, and I woke up with a raging hard-on. I barely managed to text her I was awake and going to jerk off, when I shot my load over my bare belly. I just knew she'd get a kick out of it and I made a picture of my cum covered front and sent it.

It was like she had been waiting to participate, as she started writing how she would love to lick my belly clean and then clean my member as well. I grew hard again and told her so. She sent a voice message in which all she did was moaning. But it was enough for me and I came again. It was the first time that I started questioning if I perhaps was too infatuated with her.

Within a few days things had gotten more intimate. We'd both installed an app on our phones that allowed us to video chat while masturbating. She participated as much as I did and the way she lifted up her leather skirt, so I could see the garters holding her stockings, then rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy, was often enough for me to get off, though I tried to hang in as long as possible so we'd cum together.

She needed me to hang on longer and she came with a solution. We met at the supermarket again, this time at the parking lot. She gave me a box and told me to unpack it at home and install the app that came with it. Then she kissed me and it was better than anything I had expected. Our tongues found each other and she tasted simply exquisite. I think she wondered just like me if at some point there was more for us than just masturbating together.

The box contained an artificial vagina that connected to my phone. When we connected to our chat I saw she had something in her pussy, a piece of pink still sticking out. Somehow the parts were connected now and so were we. When I pushed into the fake vagina I could hear her moan, and I could feel wetness around my dick. Whomever invented this thing needs to get a significant award, as it felt so freaking real.

I could still pump in and out but the walls closed around me, sucking and rubbing and teasing me with vibrations. It didn't take long still for me to cum but this time I took her with me. I could see her ejaculate her own cum past the pink intruder and I felt moist squirting along my own member. Her yelp was the most sexy sound I ever heard from her mouth.

When we both came down to earth, she asked me to lick her clean. It's one of those things I'd never done with a woman, after the fact I mean. Eating her out before the deed I actually thoroughly enjoyed. But I also knew that if we ever had real sex together, she'd expect me to clean her as well. So I pulled the device off of my member and put my tongue at the entrance. Her reaction was immediate and I pushed in deeper, knowing that somehow she felt it.

I was rewarded with a taste of my own cum, but it was mixed with whatever was in this artificial pussy to mimic her moist. And it was not as bad as I had expected. If this is how she would taste I would not disappoint her. And my licking and sucking made her cum again, shooting more fluids into my mouth.

Later I had to rinse the device and refill it with a bottle that came in the box, but from now on I ate her out, before and after the main deed. She typically came three or four times now against my one, but that's how sex goes, I knew that from experience.

She wanted to do some experimenting, so one day I had to just put the artificial vagina over my member, then do nothing. She worked on her clit, and with a few fingers in addition to her pink intruder, she made herself cum. I was shocked by the motion around my member and feeling "her" moist and "her" squeezing, she managed to make me cum.

From that day on I would only hold the vagina down, while she did the work and her moaning triggered something in my brain, and I sort of knew that she could probably make me cum, just with her voice. But it was not enough for her.

The next time I saw her she had a smaller box for me, and we spent kissing for ten minutes in her car. When she moaned in my mouth I couldn't help but cum, right in my pants. Later at home I found a pink device in the box that was very similar to hers, except mine went into my rear. And it was perfectly in tune with hers, whatever she felt in her pussy, I felt in my rear. And when she came, I came, both in my dick and in my rear. And when I licked her clean I could feel like it was my tongue cleaning me back there as well, and when she came I came with her. Without my dick being involved at all.

Things would never ever be the same, as technically I was fucking myself now, even though she was still the proxy. And soon after it was not my dick in control anymore. It was the touch perhaps that we needed, but our pussy would come first and take my dick over the edge. I had different orgasms, matching Yen's, and at some point it no longer included my male member. I was totally under her control and enjoyed every minute of it.

My next present replaced the artificial vagina. She called it a cock lock, although I did not see any lock. Not until a ring clicked behind my scrotum, did I become aware it wouldn't come off again. And I didn't care.

It was then that she started giving me certain clothes to wear. It started with a leather skirt and rubbing it over my skin while she made me cum, added an extra level of intensity that fed straight back to her. The harder I came, the harder she came.

Next she added a corset and a bra. Stockings and high heels. And the vitamins she gave me made my nipples more sensitive and added to both our pleasures. She had told me to quit my job, so I could stay in female gear all day, while she paid my bills and everything else. She scheduled sessions for me to get rid of all my body hair and one day my testicles were removed and my scrotum was as smooth as the rest of my skin.

I didn't need my scrotum anymore, as I would cum just from her voice moaning in a certain way, still taking her along with me. I had moved in with her now, to save some costs and no longer depending on external tools. I would eat her and it was even more satisfying than expected, feeling what she felt at the same time. I had taken up on the domestic duties in her home, cooking and cleaning, wearing the leather maid uniforms she loved on me so much.

I had a few more surgeries, one making me a complete woman, the rest to make me more beautiful. I sometimes participated when she brought men home, finding the pleasures of having my own vagina, or cleaning hers after he'd taken her. But I preferred our sessions together, our orgasms linked, her voice making me cum. I still celebrate the day I saw her in that supermarket, perfect in her red leather, the same supermarket where I still shop, in my own leather. And I see the same men from the past now ogling me.