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This (true) tale of forced feminization is being posted by request.
It is Copyrighted material and is presented solely for your reading
pleasure.
You must be 18 or over to read it ... This story contains a great deal
of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read -
delete file.
Please e-mail me any comments! I would like to do another one and if
this is well-received ...I will!!!
A NEW DAWN ARISES By: Dawn (A TV in NC)
THE ARISING
To celebrate my transformation and to increase the effect of my
feminization, Mistress Lynn decided a name change was in order.
"What's a good name for a useless, slut French Maid," she asked
herself aloud. "I shall call you Dawn. I think it's appropriate
because you are at the dawn of a new way of life." Another belt was
strapped around my waist. It had a number of loops. My mistress
attached the wrist restraints to the strap. This allowed me limited
use of my hands. "Just enough freedom for you to get this house
clean," she explained. "Here's your list of cooking and cleaning
jobs. I'll inspect all the areas and if they're not satisfactory your
ass is mine, literally." She showed me where all the cleaning things
were and gave me a simple menu to prepare. It looked to be enough to
serve four or five people. Mistress Lynn had returned to the living
room to watch TV. After about an hour of steady work, I was summoned
to the living room. She had removed her boots and was relaxing. "My
feet are really sore, be a honey and massage them for me," she said.
I took her foot into my hands and began massaging her small stockinged
feet. I worked on each toe, her ankles and her arches. I repeated
the process on the other foot. "Now my calves," she commanded. I
slid my hands up her calves and kneaded the firm flesh. When I looked
up, I found my self staring directly between her outspread thighs. It
was like being offered a glimpse of heaven. My mistress caught me
staring. She used her free foot to kick me back onto the floor. "Eat
your heart out bitch," she laughed. "I may give you a sniff of my
pussy later. But first, you have to prove yourself to me. Get your
ass back to work" I returned to my chores. She, once again,
called me back. "Dawn darling, squat down in front of me. Here, hold
my ashtray in one hand and my drink in the other. I'm tired of
reaching to the table," she ordered. I complied immediately, not
knowing the torture she had in store for me. While I was squatting
and my hands were full, she would run one of her nylon-covered legs
under the skirt, up the inside of my thighs and work her toes in my
crotch. I knew I couldn't take too much of that and keep my balance.
She would pause long enough to use the ashtray or take a drink and
then begin the torture again. "Don't spill anything or you'll be
punished severely," she warned as a foot wormed itself inside in
elastic leg bands of the panties and rubbed my swollen, throbbing
member. I was helpless against her advances. The ankle
restraints kept me from spreading my feet so I could keep my knees
together. So, I was forced to spread my knees in order to keep my
balance. She had me where she wanted me under her total control.
Finally, I could not keep my balance and fell on my petticoat-covered
ass, spilling her drink in the process. "Clumsy bitch," she
proclaimed. "You screwed up and spilled my drink and soaked my
carpet. It's only fitting that you get screwed as your punishment.
Your virgin cunt is mine now slut!" She commanded me to clean up my
mess and return to the bedroom. I cleaned up the spilled drink and
hurried quickly to the bedroom. Mistress Lynn was awaiting my clumsy
arrival. She roughly pushed me onto the bed. I watched her
disconnect the clips from each other, momentarily freeing my hands.
But not for long. Mistress Lynn quickly secured new clips from the
corners of the bed to the basic restraints. She repeated the same
procedure with my ankles. My mistress then stepped back to view her
spread-eagled slave. "It's useless to fight your restraints. I'm
going to remove your gag soon so that I can hear your cries of
pleasure when you surrender your virginity. For your own good Dawn,
be a good little girl and do as your told," she said. All I could do
was humbly nod my agreement. Mistress Lynn then knelt between my
spread legs and smiled wickedly. As I looked up at her, I could see
my reflection in the ceiling mirror. She, instead of me, was truly in
the dominant position and was about to do things to me that I only
fantasized I would do with another woman. Her hands reached down and
slowly lifted my skirt and petticoat up my legs, exposing my crotch to
her view. She spread the skirt and petticoat back across my chest and
then began running her hands over my thighs. Occasionally her hand
would brush over my love-juice soaked panties. I had been brought to
the peak of excitement so many times that my panties were literally
sopping wet with pre-cum fluid. "The hotter you get a virgin the more
receptive her cunt becomes," whispered the domina. "You're one hot
little piece. "It's time to remove your gag. Soon you'll be begging
me to rape your cunt and I want to hear every scream," Mistress Lynn
stated. She then untied the gag and removed the dildo from between my
teeth. I was once again able to move my jaw and I felt that I should
thank my mistress. But, I remembered her rules about speaking. So I
remained silent. She held the rubber cock poised in front of my face,
barely an inch from my lips. "Let's see if you can get my prick wet
enough to enter your hot pussy. Open your mouth and suck my cock,"
she commanded. I slowly opened my mouth and she slid the cock slowly
in-and-out of my pursed lips. She remarked that I had a real blowjob
lips and would probably be the hit of any party. "You've got the
sucking part down real well. You need some practice with your tongue.
We'll work on that later," she scolded. The dildo was slowly removed
from my mouth and I was surprised at the popping sound it made as she
pulled it from between my lips. The mistress then returned to her
teasing. This time she ran the cock along the inside of my legs and
across my crotch. My nerves were in a frenzy. My cock/clit
wanted to burst. My chest swelled and low moans escaped from my lips.
The more I moaned the more she teased. Suddenly, she stopped and
climbed off the bed. My body immediately began to arch against the
restraints. "Please don't stop," my brain screamed. My reflexes
echoed my thoughts. I had become putty in her hands.
THE DEFLOWERING
"Lift your cute little ass in the air," she commanded as she
stood menacingly over the bed, her feet spread slightly apart. I
lifted my but up as a sacrifice to her, offering my crotch to her to
with it as she willed. This, I knew was my ultimate surrender. It
meant more than any words I could utter. My mistress slid a pillow
under my ass cheeks and remarked that my clit was really swollen.
"You look like you would like to cum. Is that true Dawn," she asked.
"Oh yes, Mistress Lynn," I replied. "Yes, what?" "Yes,
mistress, I would like to cum." "Why?" "Mistress Lynn, I'm so hot.
My cock is about to explode." "But, you don't have a cock," she
scolded me. You must be talking about your clitty" "Yes mistress. My
clitty is about to explode." "Explode where?" "In my underwear."
"Where?" "Into the panties." "Whose panties?" "My panties." "So!"
"Please!" "Please what?" "Please mistress, let me cum." "Say
that Dawn's pussy is on fire and she wants to cum." "Please mistress!
Dawn's pussy is one fire and she wants to cum." "Who is Dawn?" "Dawn
is your slave." "Who is Dawn?" "I am Dawn, my mistress." "What is
Dawn?" "Dawn is your slave, Mistress Lynn." "Is Dawn my little panty
slave?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes mistress, Dawn is your little panty
slave and she wants ... no needs ... to cum, please!" My mistress's
face took on a stern expression again. I knew immediately I had done
something wrong. The smack across my face proved it. "Dawn, when
will you realize that what you want is of no concern to me? You are
going to lose your cherry today because it is my wish, not yours,"
she explained. "Now that you have irritated me, I have decided that
you will not cum. I will still fuck your virgin hole until you scream
for release. I will tease your clit until your senses reel. But, I
will not allow you to cum. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress," I
replied. She walked to her closet and brought some things to the side
of the bed and laid them out within her reach. "White is for virgins.
There's no need for virgin-white panties to cover your quivering slut
cunt," she said as she took a pair of scissors and cut the panties at
each side. She pulled the panties out from under my ass checks and
pressed them against my mouth and nose. "Smell and taste your juices,
bitch." Suck those juices from your panties crotch." Of course, I
obeyed, sucking in the juices from the panties. They were soaked with
pre-come fluid. Next, she picked up a long wooden bar that had
straps attached at each end. "This is a spreader bar," she said.
"This will help keep you spread wide so that I have a clear, open shot
at your hole. It will keep your legs as far apart as I want for as
long as I want." Mistress Lynn attached one end of the bar midway up
one thigh. She then freed the opposite ankle from its restraint and
began spreading my legs apart. I thought I would split before I was
spread far enough for her to attach the other end of the spreader to
my thigh. The bar forced my ass even higher, as I was rocked further
onto my back. I also began to realize that I had only one hole that
could be penetrated. Mistress Lynn was right -- it surely was my
virgin hole. She must have noticed my fear and concern because she
began torturing me with those magical hands of hers. "Your clit is so
swollen Dawn. But, your pussy is still not wet enough for me to ram
my cock into. Let me give it some help," she offered. She held up
the jar of Vaseline I had brought and unscrewed the top. My mistress
then spread a small amount of it onto her hands and began spreading it
between my upturned ass cheeks. She wormed an oiled finger into my
hole and began wriggling it around inside. My muscles locked on that
finger and a moan of pain and pleasure escaped my lips. She used her
other hand to play with my throbbing cock, slowly bringing me rapidly
to the brink of an orgasm. Mistress Lynn held me at the plateau for
what seemed to be forever. She would stop her fondling at just the
right instant or would remove her finger whenever she noticed my ass
start to sway or try to press against her hand. I lost control and
began to plead with her, "Please mistress. Don't stop. Let me cum!"
Instead she stopped completely. She reached to the floor and strapped
a harness around her waist. She was facing away from me while she
attached something to it. When she turned around, the dildo that had
spent so much time in my mouth was attached to the harness. I just
knew that cock would split my virgin hole open. "Do you really want
to cum Dawn? How badly do you want to cum?" "Oh, mistress. Please
let me cum. I'll do anything! Anything!" She crawled back onto the
bed. She moved between my spread thighs until her knees touched the
spreader bar. The cock was perched barely inches from its target. To
my surprise, she lifted herself up and squatted on my chest. The cock
now rested against my cheeks, brushing across my lips whenever she
moved. "Would you like to have my cock, Dawn?" "Yes, Mistress Lynn."
"Yes, What?" "Please let me have your cock." "How would my little slut
like to have it." "Any way you desire, mistress." "Would you like to
lick it?" "If would please you, my mistress." "Maybe you would rather
suck it?" "Please mistress, let me suck it." "Would you like me to
screw your tight little hole?" "Please fuck me with it. Please let me
have your cock! She teasingly brushed her shaft against my chin and
across my cheeks. I found myself reflexively licking my lips and
pursing them in anticipation. What a slut I was becoming! Mistress
Lynn began lowering the latex penis between my lips. She totally
controlled the action. She would sometimes pull out and slip just the
head between my lips, then suddenly forcing its entire length back
into my mouth. "See, I told you that you would get better with
practice. You're becoming a real cock sucker," she giggled. "Let's
see how well you can do with your tongue." Her cock retreated from my
mouth and placed it barely between my lips. "Use your tongue, Dawn,"
she commanded. I stretched out my tongue as far as it would reach and
began to lick the head of the shaft. Mistress Lynn then slapped my
face with her cock, forced it between my lips, pulled it out, made me
lick it and slapped me again. "I can be a cock teaser too," my
mistress said. All of this excitement was bringing me closer and
closer to an orgasm. She probed my hole again. This time she slipped
in at least three fingers. I began crying for relief. "Actually,
Dawn, you're still not ready. Your tight little hole still needs
loosened some more before you can handle me." The mistress used a
small vibrator to warm me up. "They call this the ultimate squirmy,
Dawn. You'll just love how it squirms and rotates in your pussy just
like a real cock." She rubbed some lotion on it and slowly worked it
into my hole. I gasped as she slid it deeply into me. The gasp was
replaced with moans of pleasure when she turned on the vibrator and
started working it in and out, readying my hole for her ever-erect
cock. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmm!" My moans gave me away. She knew I was
ready. So did I. My legs were high in the air. The spreader bar
offered my mistress unimpeded entry. I watched her oil her cock and
then rub more in and around my hole. The time had arrived. She
shifted position and began lowering herself on top of me. One of her
hands slowly guided the instrument of my deflowering to its awaiting
sheath. The other hand covered my mouth. I swallowed hard ... took a
deep breath ... closed my eyes and offered myself up to her, straining
my ass up to meet her. The blunt end of the dildo began to force its
way past my tightly clenched anal opening. Her hand over my mouth
forced the screams of my rape back down my throat. Ever so slowly,
the dildo entered my hole. "Aaarrrggghhh!" I had to gasp for breath
with every movement she made. As my muscles began to relax, the pain
began to subside and waves of pleasure began to wash over me. Once
she had managed to bury the eight inches of latex cock deep in my
hole, she stopped moving. I could feel her groin pressed against
mine. She began to withdraw as slowly as she had entered me. "Relax,
Dammit," she yelled. Don't tense those pussy muscles. Relax!" She
removed her hand from my mouth. The hand now encircled my throbbing
cock. Once again, she buried the dildo deep within me and slowly
withdrew. "Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!," I moaned absorbing the impact of
her strokes. My mistress laughed in triumph. She roughly buried it
again and started to slowly rape my virgin hole. As my insides
stretched and adjusted to accept its intruder, a soothing warmth
began to spread through my veins. This wasn't too bad after all. The
sensations continued to grow from mildly stimulating to downright
arousing. My ass started to sway in a rhythm trying to match her
every thrust. Abruptly, she stopped her assault on my hole. She
withdrew the cockhead and rested it against my rectum, poised and
ready to invade again at her will. "Don't stop, mistress. Please
fuck me. My cunt is burning for you. Please shove your cock in and
out of my pussy. Don't stop, keep going," I implored her. In
response she penetrated me again and picked up the tempo of her
thrusts. "Are you ready to cum, slut?" "Oh yes, soon, very soon my
mistress!" "Beg!" "Please, mistress, please!" "Beg!" "Please fuck me,
mistress. Please make me cum. I'll do anything." "Anything?" "Yes,
my mistress, anything!" "Would you like me to play with your swollen
clitty?" Her hand began to pump my dick. "Oh, yes mistress, please!
Please play with my clitty while you fuck my hole!" She stopped
abruptly. "What do you want me to fuck," she asked? "My hole,
Mistress Lynn. Please fuck my virgin hole." "You mean you want me to
fuck your pussy." "Yes, please! Please fuck me!" "Fuck your what?"
"Please!" "Fuck your what?" "Pussy." "Whose Pussy?" "My pussy."
"That's much better. Beg me for my cock, you whore!" "Please!
Please, Mistress Lynn. Fuck my pussy!" "Is your pussy hot, Dawn?"
"Ohhh yessss!" "How hot?" "Very hot!" "Talk dirty to me bitch. Tell
me how hot you are. How badly you want it," she commanded. "Ohhh
... yes! Please fuck me my mistress. Fuck me long and hard. Your
cock feels so good in my steaming pussy, pounding my insides. Rape my
cunt. Please! Please! I beg you, my mistress. Please fuck my
cunt!" My mistress seemed pleased. Her fingers snaked around my
member. She slowly massaged it up and down, first gently, then with
almost reckless abandon. "You really do want my cock buried deep in
your pussy, don't you, you slut! You love the feel of my cock!" "Yes
my mistress. My cunt is on fire. Please stuff your prick deep into my
cunt. It's so big and swollen inside me. You're tearing me apart
with that cock of yours," I moaned. Whipped into a frenzy, my ass
arched to meet my mistress's every thrust into my hole. Her hand
manipulated me with every stroke. She took me to heaven, then hell,
and back to heaven. "I'm burning up inside. You're setting my
insides on fire. I can't stand it." The feeling of fullness in my
hole was soon replaced by the feeling of fullness in my member. The
pressure built and built. "Oh, my God. You're fucking me crazy.
Fuck me. Fuck my burning pussy goooood," I moaned louder and louder.
"That's it Dawn, scream your lungs out, you little slut. You're now
going to cum harder than you ever have before. It will be the most
intense orgasm of your life. Above all remember your promise that
you'd do anything if I made you cum," my mistress stated. "I
remember. Please! Please! Let me cum, I'm going to explode." My
mistress buried the dick deeply into my bowels and pumped my member at
the same time. "I feel it coming! Don't stop. I'm so close. Oh,
yes. Oh, my God. Oh yes! Yes! Fuck faster! Faster! Ooohhh, I
need it soon bad. Oh, Ooohhh Ahhhhh! I'm coming!
Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!" The orgasm was so strong, so long and so intense
that I don't remember screaming or moaning. I fainted from its
intensity. I awoke knowing that my life would never again be the
same.
THE AWAKENING
I awoke alone in the bedroom. My restraints had been removed.
So had the French Maid outfit. A note was taped to my chest. After
finding a lamp on the night stand, I began reading the note. "Welcome
to womanhood, you hot little bitch. I'm sure your cunt and clit are
both very sore from our little workout. I assure you it was nothing
compared to what awaits you. There are fresh clothes laid out for you
in the dressing room. Prepare yourself carefully after you take your
scented bath and remove all your hair. The only hair I want to see is
the hair on your head. Be sure that all your cunt hairs are gone.
There's nothing sexier than a smooth crotch. After you've dressed,
secure the restraints to your wrist and ankles. I'll adjust them when
I return. Don't forget your promise to do "anything" if I would let
you cum. You will pay for what you promised in the heat of your
passion. By the way Dawn, you do take beautiful pictures. You looked
so peaceful sleeping with your full lips wrapped around the dildo and
a vibrator crammed up your ass. I'm sure your "ex" would get a real
charge out of seeing them. The door is padlocked. I have taken your
clothes and car to a friend's house. We will be back about 9:30 p.m.
You had better be dressed and prepared to serve us. Remember, our
wish is your command. Your mistress Lynn" I painfully rolled over to
check the clock. Every muscle ached. My hole felt as if a hot poker
had been jammed into it. I groaned with every movement. The light
from the desk clock cast an eerie glow in the room. I noticed that my
slashed panties were balled-up next to me on the bed. The maid's
outfit was now hanging on a hook on the door. I ran my hands across
my body. The corset was still cinched tightly. It felt like a second
skin now. Each movement on the bed caused my stockinged legs to brush
together, once again awakening feelings of excitement. The spreader
bar laid threateningly on the floor next to the bed -- a vivid
reminder of my lost virginity. It was now 8:45 p.m. Only 45 minutes
remained before my mistress returned. I found my way to the bathroom
and drew my bath water. A bottle of scented liquid sat on the sink.
I emptied a capful into the tub and settled-in for a luxurious bath.
A feeling of total relaxation enveloped me. A razor and hair removal
creme caught my eye. Could I actually shave myself smooth? How would
I be able to face people? The thought of experiencing the wrath of my
mistress erased my doubts. I began the task of making myself
presentable for Mistress Lynn. After toweling myself dry, I entered
the dressing room. My evening attire awaited. It consisted of a
scarlet red corset, falsies, black nylons, red pumps, red slip, red
mini-dress and the red panties I had purchased earlier. I handled
each delicate article carefully. After hooking the corset in place, I
inserted the falsies. Their texture against my nipple seemed to keep
them in a constant state of arousal. Next came the stockings. I
carefully smoothed them up each leg and attached the garters.
Stepping into the panties, I swooned with pleasure as the material
rested against my clean shaven crotch. Dawn was, once again, taking
over my personality. I began feeling like a school girl getting ready
for her first party. The red slip barely covered my ass cheeks.
Next, I smoothed the red satin mini-dress in place over my sexy
lingerie. A black wig of cascading curls topped my head. I soon
found myself posing in front of the full-length mirror. My mirror
image excited me thoroughly. My cock throbbed in my panties and I
felt myself getting wet down there again. A little makeup would help,
I thought. I experimented with Mistress Lynn's assortment of makeup,
mascara, eye liner and lipsticks. I didn't do that bad of a job. A
little on the slut side. But, that's how I felt at the moment anyway.
Mistress Lisa
The sound of feminine voices outside the room snapped me back to
reality. After unlocking the padlock, three women entered the room,
my mistress, a beautiful tall blonde and another woman who remained in
the shadows of the dark hallway. I lowered my head as Mistress Lynn
approached me. She cupped my chin, raising my face to meet her gaze.
“Not a bad job,” she said. “That dress and your makeup job could
earn you a few bucks on any street corner. Something, however, seems
to be missing.” The blonde beauty beckoned my mistress to her side
and whispered something in her ear. Mistress Lynn immediately stalked
toward me and slapped my face. The sting brought tears to my eyes.
What had I done wrong? “You stupid, useless cunt. How dare you
embarrass me in front of my friends. Can't you follow a simple order?
Where are your restraints?” I could only whisper that I was sorry
that I was so stupid. I quickly fastened the restraints to my wrists
and ankles. “You're sorry all right. You're going to be even
sorrier later. Punishment will come soon enough. Tonight, our
pleasure comes first.” Mistress Lynn than asked her two friends who
wanted to inspect her slave first. “I do,” said the blonde. The
third lady remained in the shadows watching my every move. “Dawn, I
want you to meet Mistress Lisa. I'm sure you remember her from
Victoria's Secret. She's the one who picked out your panties for you.
You will obey her as you obey me. Do you understand?” “Yes,
mistress.” The blonde beauty pulled me into the bedroom, leading me
to a spot on the floor marked with a piece of tape. “Stand over that
spot and spread those legs, cunt.” I centered myself over the spot,
my legs spread as far as possible . The domina then attached my ankle
restraints to two clamps on the floor. “Raise your arms over your
head.” The wrist shackles were then attached to two ropes hanging
from the ceiling. When they were pulled tight, I was stretched into a
jumping jack position. Once again, I found myself helplessly
spread-eagled. She reached into her bag and pulled out something that
resembled a riding crop. “You'll become familiar with this little
toy of mine from one end to the other,” she sneered. She traced the
handle along each cheek. “Lynn tells me you're an excellent cock
sucker. Well, I prefer to have my pussy eaten. There's not too much
difference. First, let's see how well you can work your little slut
mouth.” Mistress Lisa firmly pressed the handle between my lips.
They opened and began sucking the handle in. “You're a natural deep
throat artist, aren't you? Show me how good you are with your
tongue.” She slowly pulled it back out of my mouth and held it about
two inches from my lips and commanded me to start licking. My tongue
darted out. It snaked up, down and around the handle, caressing it
fondly. I repeated this flicking process over and over again. “Not
bad, you whore. Your mistress has taught you well. Does cock sucking
and pussy eating turn you on? Don't answer. I'll find out for
myself.” Because of my spread-eagle stance, my skirt and slip had
ridden high up my thighs. A hint of red panties peeked from beneath
the skirt. “I certainly have great tastes in panties. I love how
they fit so snug on you cute little tush. It's a shame I didn't get
to see you in the white ones. Oh, well! Like Lynn says, 'white is
only for virgins.' And there's no virgin in this house. Is there
Dawn?” Before I could answer, Mistress Lisa again pressed the crop
back between my lips. With her free hand, she reached down and cupped
my crotch. “Those cute little panties are really soaked. And that
swollen little clit keeps jumping in my hand. I bet you'd just love
to have me ram this handle into your hot, tight little hole.” She
removed the handle from my mouth and pressed it firmly against my
hole. The panties were pressed into my ass, mercifully keeping the
handle from invading my already sore butt hole. Stepping behind me,
she caressed my ass cheeks and pulled my dress up to my waist. With
one swift motion she pulled my panties down to my spread knees. The
crop swished through the air and then it found its mark. I felt a
sharp sting as it landed across my naked flesh. Smack! Smack!
Smack! The crop found its target again and again. My ass jerked
uncontrollably as she whipped my ass with the riding crop. “That's
the pain. Next comes the humiliation.”
Stepping out
She unfastened my imprisoned ankles and had me step into the red heels
and tightened the straps around my ankles. She placed a bracelet
around my ankle. “This is my gift to you. Wear your slave bracelet
proudly,” she said. My wrist restraints were removed and she led me
toward the door. I balked, earning an immediate slap. “Stand out on
the porch and wait for me,” she commanded as she pushed me out the
door. The cool night breeze played a sweet rhythm on my stockinged
thighs. My knees weakened. I had to lean against a porch post for
support. The porch light came on. The three women inside waved to me
from a window. The moisture that had formed on my panties from my
excitement felt cold against my cock. My ass cheeks clenched tightly
from the breeze. I prayed no one would pass by and see me. The door
opened. Mistress Lisa emerged clad in jeans, windbreaker and a
baseball cap. Her long tresses were hidden under the cap, giving her
a manly appearance. “Ready for our date, Dawn? I hope you're not
the kind of girl who doesn't put out on the first date,” she
whispered. She took my hand and led me to her convertible. The top
was down. She opened the passenger door for me . As I slid onto the
seat, she fondled and pinched my ass. “Nice buns.” It was hard
keeping the skirt pulled down. The seats were vinyl. My butt slid
every time I moved, exposing my moist, pantied crotch to the summer
breeze. The mistress pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the
interstate on-ramp. “Slide over here. Don't be shy,” she intoned.
I slid closer, so close our thighs touched. Primly, I pulled my skirt
down in a vain attempt to cover myself. “It's a little late for
modesty, Dawn,” she said. Her hand reached between my clenched
thighs and roughly forced them apart. Expert fingers began massaging
their way to my crotch. “Spread those thighs and pull your skirt up.
I want these horny truckers to be able to see your sweet little
panties when they pass us. Put you heels up on the dashboard and
recline your seat a little. If you don't do it, I'll drop you off
right here,” she warned. I complied as fast as she could bark out
each order. My facial color had to match the red of my panties. I
was embarrassed at being displayed so openly for everyone's view.
“Lick your fingers. Slide them into your panties and play with your
clit.” As soon as my hand dipped behind the wisp of satin material, I
heard an air horn blast and a trucker shout, “Hey bitch, how about
letting me put my meat there in place of your hand.” I wanted to die.
Mistress Lisa laughed aloud at my shame and humiliation. “I want you
to play with yourself with one hand and rub my crotch with the other.
I brought you on this ride so you could please me, not yourself .” I
moved my hand to her crotch and began massaging. To my surprise, I
felt a bulge in her jeans. Could Mistress Lisa actually be a man?
How can she possibly have a hardon? I continued to rub. “Open my
pants. Pull down the zipper. You've given me a hardon with all that
rubbing. It needs taken care of. Give me a blowjob. Now,” she
commanded. “Put some of that lipstick on my dipstick.” After
unbuttoning her jeans, I could feel something straining to escape. A
rubber cock sprang out and pointed itself directly at me. “Suck me
off, cunt.” “Yes, mistress.” I pulled my legs down off the dash and
knelt on the front seat. My head lowered into her lap and began
sucking and licking the dildo that had become a large part of my life
lately. My mistress laughed as drivers honked and waved as they
spotted my head bobbing up and down on the cock. “Disconnect the
cock from its holder. Eat my pussy. Suck my pussy lips. Lick my
clit until I cum,” she breathed heavily. The dildo was easy to
remove from its harness. I laid it on the seat and returned to the
object of my attention. “Ummmm, that feels so good,” she moaned.
She spread her legs wide for me so that I could better bury my face in
her pleasure palace. Her womanly aroma quickly filled my nostrils. I
was so wrapped up in pleasing her that I could no longer hear the
horns or yells. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. The
erect little nub pulsed hotly against my tongue tip. “That's it. A
little faster. Oh! Keep licking that spot. You're getting better.”
Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. They squeezed the sides of my
head as I thrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. I
thought my tongue would come loose at its roots as it continued to
dive into the depths of her seething cunt. Suddenly, her ass lifted
high of the seat and her pussy continued to grind hard against my lips
and tongue. Her thighs literally locked themselves to my head. She
tensed. Strained. Tensed. Squeezed. Moaned. Tensed. Strained.
Screamed aloud and crashed back into the seat. “Oh God, that felt so
good!” My mouth was filled with her juices. Her thighs finally
released my head from their vise grip. “Not bad, bitch. Not bad at
all.” I was amazed that we were still on the road. She had more
control than I had. Mistress Lisa commanded me to zip up her jeans
and help her straighten up. After gaining her composure, she reached
in to the glove box and pulled out a jar of Vaseline. “Take this and
lubricate the dildo really well. You might want to grease your love
hole too. You see, For your reward, I'm going to let you home with
that cock buried in your tight little twat.” I spared no grease,
remembering how hard it was to initially take in the rubber cock,
especially the massive head of it. Lifting my ass of the seat, I
wormed a greased finger into my hole. The muscles tensed around it
and I imagined the discomfort awaiting me. “Pull your panties down,
Dawn. I'll hold the cock in place on the seat while you lower
yourself on it.” Panties pulled down, I raised my ass at least a foot
into the air. While still driving, she slid the dildo into place.
“Start lowering yourself. Take just a little at a time. Do you feel
it going in?” The end of the dildo bounced against my hole and slowly
worked its way inside. I nodded that I did. As soon I did, she
slammed on the brakes. I lost my balance and slid immediately down
the length of the greased shaft. It was totally buried in my hole.
“Aaaaaiiiieee,” I screamed in pain. “Shut up, bitch!” The pain
was soon replaced by an almost pleasurable feeling of fullness. The
pain returned, of course, every time we hit a bump or made a hard
turn. “Pull up your undies, you shameless slut. Cover those legs.
Have you no pride at all? I thought I was taking out a nice girl.
Wait until I tell your mistress what a bad little girl you've been,”
she laughed as continued down the road. Once we left the interstate,
she wound her way home along only unpaved gravel roads. Every bump
caused me to moan in pain. Every moan drew a snicker from my date.
“How does it feel to have a cock imbedded in your twat,” she
exclaimed. “It's soooo big and soooo hard inside me,” I moaned. As
we pulled into the driveway, Mistress Lisa told me to exit the car
like a lady, go inside and wait in the bedroom while she discussed my
conduct with Mistress Lynn. I exited the car in as prim and proper a
manner as possible. After smoothing the skirt on my legs, I began my
walk up the driveway and onto the porch. My heels clicked loudly as I
walked quickly to the door. My thighs rubbed together and my muscles
strained against the cock buried in my hole. The door was unlocked
and I went directly to the bedroom, closed the door and awaited my
fate.
Mystery Mistress
“That Dawn is one hot piece of ass,” exclaimed Mistress Lisa.
“With a little more discipline, she'll make a first class she-male
slave.” She told her friends everything that happened on our
‘date.’ “You should have seen the reaction of those truckers when
they saw Dawn, her dress hiked up, and her fingers buried in her
panties. I'm still surprised there were no accidents. That reminds
me. Dawn still has the dildo buried in her cute little ass. She must
be in agony.” There was no mercy in Mistress Lynn's voice when I
heard her laugh and exclaim, “Let her suffer for awhile. She
deserves it.” “Should we allow Mistress Ellen to have her turn with
Dawn now,” Mistress Lisa asked her partner-in-pain. Mistress Lynn
agreed. She told her friends that she would first prepare me for my
next encounter. ”My little bitch slave better be kneeling at the
foot of the bed when I walk through that door,” she shouted. I
immediately dropped to my knees. The door burst open. There stood my
mistress, still dressed in her leather outfit. In her heels, she
towered over my kneeling, quivering form. “My friend Mistress Ellen
will soon join us. I have given her total freedom to use you as she
pleases. She is so beautiful that you are not worthy of the honor of
viewing her beauty.” she said and placed a thick blindfold over my
eyes. “You will not touch her unless she commands you to do so. She
will probably only allow you to use your mouth on her. Understand?”
“Yes, mistress.” “Kneel on the bed , pull down your panties, and
stick your useless ass in the air so that I can remove that cock from
your hot, tight pussy.” Her hands slowly spread my cheeks. Then,
without warning, she roughly pulled the prick from my hole.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!” “Did that hurt my poor baby Dawn?” “Yes,
Mistress Lynn,” I whimpered tearfully. “Good! Now, roll over on
your back and lie still.” Leaving me to my pain, my mistress left the
room to summon her partner. A few moments later, I heard two sets of
heels clicking their way down the hall and through the doorway.
“Mistress Ellen, I present you my humble slave Dawn. She is yours to
do with as you please,” announced my mistress. “Mmmm! Not bad.
Not bad at all,” the newest voice sounded sweet, and vaguely
familiar, to my ears. It seemed as if an eternity had passed before
there was any movement or sound in the room. I realized that Mistress
Ellen was performing a visual inspection. I felt like a slab of meat
on a hook in a butcher shop. “I want her bound spread-eagled. I
want total control over this selfish bitch,” my third mistress of the
day said, her voice never higher than a loud whisper. On came the
ankle restraints. My mini-dress began to ride up as my legs were
forcefully spread to secure the clamps. My arms were roughly pulled
over my head, spread and hooked-up to the remaining clamps. “Don't
you think it would be fun to arouse this bitch so that she gets an
idea of what I expect from her,” asked Mistress Ellen. “Great
idea,” remarked Mistress Lynn. I felt someone climb on the bed and
kneel beside me. My dress had one long zipper in the front. It
extended from the bottom all the way up to the neckline. Mistress
Ellen began to slowly work the fastener down the length of the dress.
Her hands explored my exposed flesh as she worked her way down. She
shifted position and lodged a knee firmly between my outstretched
legs, placing pressure against my crotch. She reached into my corset
and pulled out my falsies. I almost fainted when she first sucked,
then bit my hardened, extended nipples. Her hands returned to the
zipper, inching it ever so slowly to the bottom of my dress. She
jerked the zipper free and spread apart the dress, exposing my
corset-clad body. “Something that small should be called a shirt,
not a dress,” she whispered. My slip barely covered my panties. She
bent down and kissed the small strip of flesh peeking out from between
the end of my corset and the beginning of the slip. When her lips met
my flesh, a soft moan escaped my lips. My hips arched up, desperately
trying to keep in contact with her warm, moist lips. “Ooohhh!
Mmmm!” I moaned. My thighs began squeezing the knee lodged against
my pelvis. She pushed it even more firmly against my pubes. Stroking
the softness of my belly, her every caress created tiny explosions of
ecstasy in my brain. Her fingers then began tracing a circular motion
across my hips. “Ummmm!” My body squirmed and twisted to maintain
the contact. Her deft fingers moved firmly, lower and deeper beneath
the slip into my soaked panties. “Oh! Ohhhh! Oh, my goodness!”
The soft purring moans coming from my lips quickly turned into a gasp
as her soft, light fingers brushed across my groin. Velvety fingers
encircled and the squeezed my bloated organ of pleasure. She removed
her hand and leaned back on the bed. My body screamed for her to
continue. ‘Lets get these out of the way, shall we. Lift your buns
so I can gather it around your waist.” I raised myself and thrilled
to the touch of her hands working the slip up my flesh. Her nails
grazed my inner thighs, then my crotch as she inched the fabric to its
resting place. “Your panties are really soaked. I'll bet you would
love for me to play with your clit and slide something into your hot,
tight little pussy.” “Yes, oh yes, yes, my mistress!” I try to
spread my legs even wider to allow her free access. My thighs and
cock were on fire, begging for attention. She rolled my panties down,
exposing my member and ass cheeks. She tickled my erection with her
fingers. “Oh Jesus! Oh ... Ohhh ... Ohhhhh!” I moaned loudly,
filled with a sense of urgency. The moans came, not from my throat,
but from my very soul. Mistress Ellen slid lower on the bed. Her
lips alternately kissed and bit the sensitive insides of my thighs.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” I screamed aloud. One of her fingers began to
circle my hole, slowly working its way in and rubbing gently against
my sex-charged internal membranes. “Oh, please, please, oh my God.”
The finger retreated. I arched up hard, straining to recapture the
exquisite feeling of penetration. Somehow, I knew at that moment that
I had just used up my allotment of pleasure. I became desperate.
Frustrated. But, also resigned to my disappointment. After all,
wasn't I told that I would be the giver of pleasure rather than the
receiver? “Look at this Lynn. I think this slut is starting her
period. There's blood on my finger.” “Why so she is. I guess it's
time for a feminine hygiene lesson. Do you have any tampons?”
Mistress Ellen says that she has super absorbent ones in her purse.
“I guess we'll have to put the first one in for her,” says Mistress
Lynn. One of my mistresses rubs Vaseline around and inside my hole.
I feel a plastic tube being forced into me. She pushes in and then
pulls back, leaving the tampon resting snugly in place. I can feel
the string resting on a thigh. My panties are pulled back into place.
I can feel the tampon spreading inside me, gently pressing against my
inner walls. Mistress Ellen climbed back onto the bed and straddled
my chest. “Didn't Lisa say that Dawn was an expert cock sucker and a
decent pussy eater,” asked Mistress Ellen. “I think I'll give her a
little practice time. There's nothing better than a little head to
end the day.” Her nylon covered legs crossed over my shoulders as she
positioned herself over my face. “This is the reason for your being.
You were put on this earth to please your mistress and her friends.
There is no other reason. Seeing that you have no cock to speak of,
you must become an expert with your tongue. Feel honored that we
allow you to worship us,” said Mistress Lynn. While she talked, I
could feel her settling in for a long oral bath. Her stockings
brushed against my cheeks with every movement, sending waves of
excitement coursing through my veins. The heady aroma of her crotch
made me swoon. She dipped her pussy closer to my face. My lips
twitched with desire to kiss and spread her lips with my tongue. I
got my wish. Her groin pressed against my lips. They immediately
opened and began to pay homage to her temple of love. She moved my
head from side to side, pressing my lips against the exposed skin of
her thighs. I returned to the object of my affection. My tongue
teased her exposed labia through the soft net of her hairs. I flicked
at it with my tongue back, forth, back, forth -- gently licking,
moistening the inside of the most sensitive part of her thigh. “How
do I taste, Dawn,’ she asked. Her breath was quickening. I knew I
was beginning to please her. “You are delicious, so delicious.” She
grabbed my ears and repositioned my face. “Shut up and eat me,” she
breathed heavily into my ears. My lips closed around her swollen clit
and sipped. I felt her womb contract. I fell in love with her cunt,
gloried in it. I was drinking her juices, getting drunk on her sex.
“Keep sucking,” she screamed. “Suck, Suck , suck it out!” I
knew she was close to coming . I wanted that for her. To please her.
My mistress was wet and open to me. My tongue slid through her smooth
passageway and outlined her clit, rising and pulsing in passion. My
lips and tongue went wild inside her. I probed, dwelt, licked, sucked
her juices until she screamed in pleasure. She began to shudder. I
was certain she would cum any instant. But abruptly she lifted
herself off my face. “I want to be fucked. I need something in my
pussy. Mistress Lynn would you put the two- headed dildo in Dawn's
mouth for me?” “Of course, my dear.” A thick cock-head was placed
between my lips. “Suck it in and hold it tightly in your mouth you
slut,” Mistress Lynn commanded. Mistress Ellen impaled herself on
the dildo in one swift vicious motion. Her clit rubbed against my
nose as she settled into place. Each time she moved herself up and
down the shaft, her clit came into contact. I could feel and taste
her juices flowing. It seeped between my lips and clenched teeth,
oozing down my throat like nectar. Her orgasm was magnificent. I
felt it build. Felt her expand. Then contract. Expand. Contract.
She moaned uncontrollably. When she finally neared her climax,
intense spasms and contractions racked her body. It melted with
relaxation and her breathing returned to normal. Sated and exhausted,
she climbed off my face. She pulled the dildo from my mouth and
climbed off the bed. ‘Now for your final humiliation, Dawn,”
Following those words, Mistress Lisa removed my blindfold. I fainted
at the sight of the woman who had just ridden my face to a total and
complete orgasm. It was my girlfriend. She now had the last laugh,
and the strongest orgasm of our relationship.
Lessons Learned
When I regained my senses, all three mistresses were sitting on the
edge of the bed. I was still spread-eagled. My jaw was sore from
holding the dildo between my teeth while my former girlfriend rode
herself to the peak of sexual pleasure. I looked up to the mirror.
They were right. They had humiliated me totally. I had said things
and done things I knew I could never repeat to my anyone. I had been
reduced to their subservient slave. “Well, good morning Dawn. I see
you had a good night's sleep. I guess we really wore you out. You
slept like a baby,” Mistress Lynn said softly. Gone were their
leather ensembles. The sensuous bodies I had come to appreciate were
now covered with jeans and loose-fitting shirts. “How did it feel,
bitch? Now you know what it feels like to be brought so close to an
orgasm that your body began to melt, only to be denied because your
partner climaxed first and selfishly left you hanging,” said
Mistress Ellen. I began to understand. That's what this was all
about. I had to admit she was right. “It took me a while to set up
this session. Mistress Lynn gave me two alternatives. I could let
her lure you here just to humiliate you. Or, I could have her train
you to be my slave forever. I want you back, but only on my terms.
So I asked her if I could help in your training. As you now know, she
was more than agreeable,” Mistress Ellen said. The women then pulled
out a photo album. It contained dozens of photos of me. Most were
taken while I was asleep, stretched-out in my lingerie. A good
number, however, were action shots taken while I was blindfolded.
They must have had them developed at one of those one- hour processing
places. “Pretty good stuff,” Mistress Lynn remarked. All I could
do was drop my head in embarrassment. “I'm going to keep my copies
next to my night stand,” said Mistress Lisa, “They're so sexy. I
might masturbate myself to sleep at night while looking at them.”
What did Mistress Ellen plan to do with her copies? “I have two
sets. One of them stays with Mistress Lynn in case I need them. The
others? I might share them with some of your friends.” “Oh, please,
no,” I implored my mistress. “I'll do anything you wish. Please
don't show them to anyone.” She had me where she wanted me. “If you
keep me happy and satisfied, this will be our little secret,” she
said. She then began to list her conditions. I would become her love
slave. All my male underwear will be thrown out when we returned
home. The only male clothing I would wear would be those essential
for my job, and an occasional social gathering. I would have to
accompany her to purchase my new wardrobe to make sure everything fit.
Everything would have to be tried-on at the store. We would only have
sex when and how she wanted it. She would control if and when I was
allowed to satisfy myself. I would move in with her as her roommate,
not her boyfriend. I would be responsible for all the cooking and
cleaning. She would handle all business matters. I would be enrolled
in a fitness class. “It's either that or a tummy-tuck,” she said.
“Do you understand and agree?” “But, Mistress.” “The way I see
it, you have no other choice.” “Yes, Mistress.”
Heading for Home
"Good, now Let's get you ready for the drive home. I'll, of course be
driving." "Yes, Mistress." My restraints were removed. I was told to
bathe and change for the trip. I began to undress. They didn't leave
the room. They just sat and watched. "Let's help her," suggested
Mistress Lisa. "Why not," quipped Mistress Lynn. All three of them
approached me and began to remove my clothing. Their hands probed,
pinched, fondled and slapped as they removed each garment. I was
their plaything. The game was really fun for them. It was becoming
exciting for me. "My God, her clit is swelling again. Doesn't she
ever get enough?" Mistress Lynn ordered me to take a cold shower,
rather than the hot bath I was really looking forward to taking.
Naked, I retreated to the bathroom. The cold water sent shivers
through my veins. It awakened me. Awakened me, I realized, to a new
and exciting life with Ellen. I loved her more at that instant than I
ever had. I was hers, mentally and physically. After toweling dry, I
entered the dressing room. My new attire awaited. It closely
resembled the leather ensemble Mistress Ellen wore last night. As I
picked up each piece and held it to my face, I realized it was her
clothing. It smelled sweetly with her perfume. The smell of her sex
also permeated my senses. The only article missing was her crotchless
panties. They were replaced by the black satin ones I had bought at
the store. I put on the leather bra. It was underwired. The falsies
awaited me on the table. They were soon sitting in place, pressing
them against my aroused nipples. Next, I slid the black nylons up my
shaven legs, waves of excitement overtook my senses. I hooked the
leather garter belt around my waist and attached the garters to my
nylons. The belt and nylons provided a stark contrast to my white
exposed crotch, now framed by my sexy lingerie. I pulled the panties
on and thrilled to the material sliding against my skin. Another
mini-slip awaited. Once again, it barely covered my buns, stopping
about mid thigh. The leather miniskirt came next. The material hung
over the slip, pressing it against my skin. I covered my bra with the
satin blouse and tucked it into my skirt. Mistress Ellen entered the
room then and complimented me on my appearance. "It's going to be
hard to keep my hands off you on the way home." You're one sexy
looking bitch. If only you knew how to use makeup. That, my little
slut will be one of your first lessons. I'm sure my beautician will
be glad to help, if I let her have you for a night." She began
applying the makeup, also applying polish to my toe nails and finger
nails. My eye lids and lashes were paid much attention. A short
black wig replaced the longer one. My mistress stepped back to
inspect her work. She smiled and called in her friends. “I hope
nobody tries to steal this hot cunt from you. She looks good enough
to eat. Eat me, that is," said Mistress Lisa. "I told you she was
trainable, said Mistress Lynn. "You did a remarkable job, Lynn. I
don't know how to repay you," Mistress Ellen said as she embraced her
mentor. They kissed each other long and hard. They sucked each
other's tongues as if they were stiff phalluses. I heard Mistress
Ellen begin to moan with pleasure as Mistress Lynn cupped Ellen's
crotch , lowered her zipper and slipped her hand in her jeans.
Mistress Ellen eagerly ground her pelvis against the invading hand.
They parted, breathless. Mistress Lynn looked and me and said. "I
hope you now understand the power of pussy. We don't need a cock to
satisfy us. You, however, would go crazy if there were no pussy for
you to worship." The women said their farewells. They were rather
passionate ones at that. A lot of kissing and feeling. "It's time to
go, honey. Get my bags and take them to the car," my mistress
commanded. I stopped in my tracks, bags in hand. If I walked out the
door into the awaiting daylight dressed like this, the neighbors would
surely see me. They knew a man had pulled-up in that car yesterday.
They would know. "Move your ass, slut. We have a long drive ahead of
us. Besides, I may want to stop at a rest area so that you can
freshen my sweaty pussy with your mouth," laughed Mistress Ellen. I
carried out the bags and put them in the trunk. When I tried to go
back into the house, the door was locked. My mistresses waved at me
through the window. My options were limited. I could stand on the
porch and wait or I could wait in the car. I chose the car.
Clumsily, I dropped the keys and they slid across the porch. My heels
clicked loudly as I rushed to retrieve the keys. In my haste, I
forgot about the short skirt. When I bent down to pick up the keys,
my skirt rode up to expose my pantied rear to the passing neighbors.
Mistress Ellen finally came out. She was still laughing at my
embarrassment. Taking the keys from my hand, she unlocked the door,
opened it for me and closed it after I settled into the seat. I
tugged my skirt down. The plush material of the seats swallowed my
nylon encased thighs. My juices began to flow again. I felt the
first small squirt of fluid begin to spread across my panties. She
climbed into the driver's seat and we began our journey home.
A "Hitch" in our travel plans
We stopped at a rest area about half way home. Just as Mistress Ellen
pulled into a parking space, a convertible wheeled in beside us. It
was Mistress Lisa. She smiled and waved at us. She was dressed in
cut-offs, T-shirt and that familiar ball cap. "Hi roomie," she yelled
to Mistress Ellen as she climbed out of the car. The two of them
hugged each other and headed toward the rest room. "Come along Dawn,
honey, It's time for a pit stop," my mistress shouted over her
shoulder. I looked around the area. It was filled with tourists and
truck drivers. Slowly climbing out of the car, I was careful to pull
my skirt down and began the long walk to the rest rooms.
Instinctively, I went toward the men's room. "Dawn, honey, aren't you
going to the wrong room?" Mistress Lisa held the ladies room door open
for me. All the stalls were occupied except one. Ellen entered it,
forcing me to wait my turn. Finally, Mistress Ellen emerged from her
stall and ushered me into the toilet. "Hurry up sweetie. We need to
get home soon so that you can cook dinner for me and Lisa. Did I
forget to tell you? She moved in with me last weekend." I locked the
door behind me. I could hear two more women enter the room. The
realization that I couldn't urinate standing up struck home
immediately. That would surely give me away. Lisa flushed the toilet
in the adjoining stall and whispered to me that she would be waiting
for me outside. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slid my panties
down to my knees. The seat was cold against my rear as I sat down to
pee. Finishing my business, I flushed, pulled up my panties, smoothed
my skirt and left the stall. The rest room mirror brought me back to
the reality of my plight. The woman staring back at me in the mirror
offered no semblance of manhood. My heels caused me to stumble across
the tile floor as I began to leave. Just then one of the women came
out of her stall. Seeing me stumble, she remarked, "Drunken slut."
When I reached the curb, I noticed that Mistress Ellen's (my) car was
gone. Lisa motioned me to get in her convertible. "Ellen went on
ahead to get your room ready and start planning your new wardrobe."
She told me to drive because I needed to learn how to drive in heels.
Working the pedals was more difficult, especially in a short tight
skirt. Thankfully, it had an automatic transmission. I carefully
backed out and guided the car onto the interstate. Mistress Lisa slid
closer to me and whispered in my ear, "Doesn't this remind you of our
last date Dawn?" I nodded that it did. It took all my concentration
to keep the car on the road. I couldn't afford the thought of getting
pulled over by a cop. Not dressed like this. Mistress Lisa had ideas
of her own, however. She put her arm around my shoulder and slipped
her hot, moist tongue into my ear and then began to kiss and nibble on
my ear lobe and neck. "Ooohhh! I moaned through clenched teeth.
This response spurred her on. "I see I'm getting to you again. Keep
your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel. I'll take care of
the rest." Her hand slipped between my legs, slowing inching its way
up my trembling thigh. My thighs instinctively separated, giving her
free access to my crotch. I jerked when her cool fingertips reached
the exposed flesh above my stocking tops. "Concentrate on your
driving, Dawn." "It's hard, Mistress Lisa." "It's hard you say. Maybe
I should feel for myself." She slid her hand higher and cupped my
crotch. "It certainly is hard Dawn. You're certainly an easily
excitable little lady." Her hand continued to play over my panties
material. Suddenly, she squeezed my bulge tightly. My scream was
lost in the wind as it blew past my face. "Sorry, Baby! I just
couldn't resist." My eyes filled with tears as I fought to keep
control of the car. "Oh, look Dawn. There's two girl hitchhikers.
Let's stop and pick them up." I looked ahead and couldn't believe my
eyes. I had never seen two more beautiful ladies hitching a ride.
"Pull over Dawn," Mistress Lisa commanded. I pulled off the road and
the girls quickly ran up to the car." One of them asked, "Going as far
as San Antonio?" "We sure are. Hop in," offered my mistress, "let me
crawl in back so that you can have some room to stretch your legs,"
she told the taller of the two girls. The girl who sat beside me was
a tanned, long legged goddess. Her name was Marty. She was wearing a
denim miniskirt and a halter top. "I'm sure glad you girls stopped.
We had to turn down at least a dozen creepy males that almost tried to
drag us into their cars," she explained. Her partner in the back
seat, Etta, laughed and proclaimed, "It wouldn't have done them any
good. We're lesbians and have no use for men. I hope that doesn't
shock or bother you." I swallowed hard and continued to concentrate on
driving. Mistress Lynn giggled and said, "It takes a lot more than
that to shock us. Isn't that right, Dawn?" I nodded in agreement.
"You have to excuse Dawn. She's awfully shy. A hot little bitch.
But shy," explained Mistress Lisa. Marty's eyes widened. She gazed
at me and said, "Maybe I can help her break out of her shell.
Besides, I get really turned on by chicks in leather." Meanwhile -- in
the back seat -- I noticed that my mistress and Etta were locked in a
tight embrace, kissing passionately. Mistress Lisa caught me looking
and winked back at me. Marty slid closer to me on the seat and began
running her fingers on my neck. Her hand was soft as silk. Darkness
had settled in and the evening breeze helped cool down my boiling
blood. "Pull into the next rest area," Marty whispered into my ear.
Five minutes later we pulled into an almost deserted rest stop. I was
careful to pull into the darkest, most secluded area. I stooped the
car, turned off the lights and awaited Marty's next move. The
passionate moans coming from the back seat seemed to excite Marty even
more. She placed her fingers under my chin, turned my face to meet
hers and kissed me gently. My lips parted immediately. Her tongue
wiggled it way past my slightly parted lips. "Mmmm," she purred.
"Ooohhh," I responded, sucking her tongue deep into my mouth. Her
hand began to rub and knead my false breast through my blouse.
"Please don't let her find out," I prayed silently. Not yet, at
least. She dropped her hand into my lap. In panic, I clamped my
thighs tightly together. "This is no time for passion cramps," said
Marty. "Open up those legs and let me play with your hot clit. I
can't wait to bury my fingers in your hot, moist hole." She pinched
the inside of my thigh. My reflexes were good. Too good. My legs
parted immediately. Marty was easily able to snake her hand into the
opening. Her tongue worming its way in and out of my mouth caused me
to forget about her intruding hand. Continuing our French kissing,
her hand snaked further up my nylon covered leg. She eventually
reached the crotch of my panties. They were sopping wet -- first from
my Mistress Lisa's teasing and now from Marty's exploring. I moaned
loudly as she gently ran her hand over the rear of my panties, cupping
my ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider. Marty pulled my panties down
from the rear. I raised my ass off the seat to allow her to pull them
down. I felt the satin material slip over my knees and quickly gather
around my ankles. I was quickly reminded of my ankle restraints. Her
hand then swiftly worked its way back under the skirt and found its
way to my crotch. First she rubbed. Then stopped abruptly. Her
hands quickly grabbed my swollen cock, squeezing hard. "Well, well,
what have we here?" How would she react to this discovery? Mistress
Lisa interrupted her lovemaking with Etta long enough to whisper an
explanation to Marty. She giggled and whispered something back to my
mistress. Marty removed her hand from my crotch. She smacked my face
and informed me that I would pay dearly for my deception. "I'll bet
you'd give anything to cum, wouldn't you?" "Yes. Please!" "Tough
shit, bitch! You're going to eat my pussy until I tell you to stop."
She slid across the seat, pulled her skirt up to her waist and
beckoned me to begin. "Get your face between these thighs and start
licking." Even in the dark, I could see the treasure awaiting. Her
pussy was framed between her outspread legs, bulging out the crotch of
her panties. I crawled across the seat and nestled my face in place.
The aroma of her sex filled my nostrils. She arched her hips toward
my face and moaned aloud as I began sucking her still pantied crotch.
Humping at my face, she squirmed uncontrollably as my tongue lapped at
her pussy. I sucked her clit through the panties material as she
screamed at me to continue. Her thighs squeezed my cheeks as I licked
and sucked her to her first orgasm. Marty pulled off her drenched
panties, grabbed my head and forced my face back into her groin. I
went back to work. My licking and sucking brought her to a series of
intense orgasms. The sounds from the couple in the back seat assured
me that the action back there was just as hot. "Let's switch places,
Etta," a sated Marty yelled to the back seat. I repeated my oral
worship with Etta, eating her to multiple orgasms. Her shaven pussy
helped create a strong vacuum as I sucked greedily on her throbbing
clit. I buried my tongue deep in her pussy, causing shivers of
pleasure to rack her body. Her juices flowed freely down my chin.
Meanwhile, my mistress and Marty engaged in a hot sixty-nine session
of their own. Finally, all three women were satisfied. They
rearranged their clothing, lounged on the seats and commanded me to
drive them home. My mistress sensed my frustration. "Sorry Dawn.
Ellen would be mad if she heard that I allowed you to get off. Maybe
she'll let you satisfy yourself later." "Yes, mistress." We dropped
our passengers off at their apartment. It was only about two blocks
from our home. "Drop over this weekend," Marty invited my mistress.
"Bring that little slut slave of yours too. We need a maid to serve,
and service, us." "Sounds great," responded Mistress Lisa as she
climbed into the front seat, patted my thigh and told me to drive on
home. "See all the fun you're going to have now that you are one of
the girls," she giggled. After we pulled into the apartment's parking
garage, Mistress Lisa had me get the luggage and carry it to the
apartment. When we entered the elevator, there were two people in it.
My mistress seemed to know them. She smiled and talked to them as the
elevator began its climb. "Who's the new chick?, one asked. "She's
our new roomie." The other asked my mistress, "She's not one of those
dyke bitches that we see here sometimes, is she?" "Actually, Dawn here
will be anything we want her to be. She'll do anything we tell her to
do, if you know what I mean," Mistress Lisa explained. Both smiled
knowingly. "How about a preview?" "Ok! Dawn put down the bags and
let my friends to check you out." I set down the bags and stood in the
middle of the compartment, hands at my sides. "Nice ass!" "Good
legs!" "Check out those lips." "Blowjob lips if I ever saw any."
"Small tits." "Who cares. Nobody fucks tits any more." "Could lose a
little weight." One of then pulled me close. Hands squeezed my ass
cheeks. I tensed at the touch. A hand slipped under my skirt, into
my panties and rubbed over my crotch. It gripped my tool and
squeezed hard. "Swollen clit. Turns on easily." I remained frozen in
place, not wanting to respond to the blatant advances. The other one
then took my hand and made me lower his zipper. He forced my hand into
his fly, making me grip his prick. That was the first time I had ever
touched a dick other than my own. I let go as if I were shocked.
"Don't worry honey. Soon you'll be wrapping more than your fingers
around my rod. Just wait till I force it between your lips or up your
hole." The hot words and my hand wrapped around his organ caused it to
swell to a size the astonished me. I shuddered at the thought of
having to do anything with it. "Lisa, call us when you have broken
this slut in," he sneered. They left the elevator laughing at my
embarrassment. Finally we entered Mistress Ellen's apartment, my new
home. I was directed to place the bags in Mistress Lisa's room and to
return to the living room. "You must be worn out," said Mistress
Ellen. "You better get a good night's sleep because all us girls are
going shopping tomorrow. I already called your boss and told him you
were ill." She then lead me to my bedroom, the smallest of the three.
She opened the closet to unveil a small collection of dresses, skirts,
blouses and sweaters. No slacks or shorts. The dresser drawers were
filled with a wide variety of lingerie items. There were no men's
clothes in sight. "I saved you a couple suits, a few shirts and some
shoes and socks," she said. "The remainder of the time, you will
always wear dresses and skirts. That way, we have easier access to
your hot crotch." She reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a
small nightie set and handed it to me. I stripped out of my leather
ensemble down to my panties. They were soaked. My mistress handed me
ruffled panties and a bra to wear under the nightie. I skinned the
soaked panties off and replaced them with the dry ones. Next, I
fastened the bra over my falsies and slipped on the nightie. They
both gave me a quick kiss good night and tucked me into the queen size
bed. I was swallowed in satin. I began to relax, hoping for a good
night's sleep. It was not to be. I could here the sounds of their
lovemaking as if they were in the room with me. Licking, sucking,
moaning sounds pierced my senses. I slipped out of bed to see if I
could catch a glimpse of their hot action. Mistress Ellen's door was
ajar and I could see the bed.
MAKING UP IS HARD TO DO
I awoke from a deep sleep to find myself alone in my new bed -- in my
new home. Sunlight flooded the room. Stretching out, I felt the
ruffled panties draw tighter against my crotch. The lace trim of my
nightie tickled my legs as I gained full consciousness. It was truly
a woman's bedroom, complete with dainty curtains, stuffed animals and
the scent of lilac. I climbed out from under the covers and checked
out the room. A quick check of the closet and dresser confirmed that
I wasn't awakening from a dream adventure. A look in the mirror
erased all doubts. It presented the vision of a woman who needed a
shower and a shave. I removed my nightie, bra and panties and began
to run the shower. I alternated hot and cold water in order to clear
my senses. The reality of my situation began to seep into my pores.
The weekend was not a dream. The pain in my butt served as a physical
reminder of my lost virginity. I heard the bathroom door open.
Mistress Lisa had entered the room to tell me to hurry up because they
were waiting for their breakfast. "Get your sweet little ass in gear,
Dawn. Put your clothes on. I'll help you with your makeup." After
toweling myself dry, I made my way back to the bedroom. My clothes
were laid out and waiting for me. A waist cincher was the first
object to catch my eye. It had four garters attached to it. I
tightened it around my waist and was startled to notice that it held
in my tummy and caused my hips to flare, presenting a more girlish
figure. Next came the front fastener black bra and breast inserts.
They felt and moved as if they were a part of my skin. The stockings
came next. I rolled them slowly up each leg and fastened them to the
garters. My newest set of panties matched the cincher. I pulled them
up my legs and crammed my bulge into the confines of the lycra cage.
A short, slit slip covered my undergarments. My outfit consisted of a
dress with a teasingly tight bodice that softly shirred into layers of
ruffles that got shorter in the back. It was made of taffeta with a
black zipper that ran the length of the dress. About that time
Mistress Lisa returned to see if I was ready for my first makeup
lesson. "You look absolutely stunning. Are you ready to complete
your transformation?" "Yes, mistress." I followed her into the
bathroom and took a seat in front of the large makeup mirror. She had
me shave closely before taking charge. "We need to soften your look,
Dawn." She applied an ivory foundation, plus what she called a
concealer to my cheeks, nose and chin. "That should help even out
your ruddy complexion." Next, she applied pale mauve shadow on my
eyelids, camel on my brow bones and soft grey liner along my upper
lash line. "That really shows off your deep set eyes." Black mascara
darkened my lashes. "Just a few finishing touches and you'll be set."
She whisked soft berry blush powder onto my cheekbones and did my lips
with rose lip gloss. A short wig was set into place. "All set!
Check it out Dawn, honey." I looked so much like a sophisticated woman
that I truly didn't recognize the face in the mirror. My mistress
interrupted my fascination by shouting at me, "Quit being so vain,
bitch. Get you ass back to your room, put on your shoes and get
busy." The shoes were sitting next to the bed. They, of course, were
high heels with an ankle strap. Before entering the living room, I
practiced walking around the room so that I could learn to keep my
balance. Finally ready, I smoothed my clothes, took a deep breath and
entered the room to meet my dominating roommates. They were lounging
on the couches reading the morning paper. I immediately made my way
to the kitchen where I found a pink frilly apron laid invitingly on
the table. With a shrug I looped it over my head and tied it tightly
into a big bow behind my waist, smoothing the skirt down in front. It
made me feel as the maid there were making me and I settled down and
prepared them a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. A
pitcher of hot coffee topped of the meal. After serving them and
washing the dishes, I was beckoned to the living room. Mistress Ellen
informed me that they would be out for awhile and that I should
complete the list of chores that I would find on the coffee table.
"Yes my mistress. I'll take care of them immediately." Mistress Lisa
nudged her partner and asked her, "She looks so lovely and domestic in
her new pinafore apron, but, perhaps it's time for another reminder of
her enslavement to us. What do you think?" They quickly attached
wrist and ankle restraints, leaving me just enough freedom to perform
my assigned duties. They inspected my shackles, blew me a kiss and
left the apartment.
Unexpected guest
I made the beds, dusted, vacuumed and cleaned the bathrooms as rapidly
as possible. I didn't want to face the consequences of having them
get back before I was finished. My mobility was severely restricted
by my restraints. The sound of a key being turned in the door lock
caught my attention just as I was putting away the vacuum cleaner. I
quickly moved to the center of the room to greet them. To my surprise
and horror, it was not them. It was one of the people from last
night's elevator ride. "The girls told me you might like some company
while they were gone," said the intruder. My visitor presented
me a bottle of wine and two glasses. Walking directly to me, the
stranger said, "My what a pretty maid, apron and all, in style for
your housework. Judging from those restraints, you're not fully
trained yet. That's OK though. This will give us some time to get to
know one another." Pulling on the wrist restraints, my visitor guided
me to the couch. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Don't you
think a welcome drink or two is appropriate?" I plopped down on the
cushions. My dress began to rise up my legs and my apron was being
rumpled. I immediately tried to pull them down as far as possible.
The stranger sat across from me. Despite my efforts, there was no
doubt that I was presenting an unobstructed view of my panties covered
crotch to this intruder. I picked up my drink from the table. In my
nervous state, I downed it in one gulp. The visitor quickly refilled
my glass. The alcohol quickly entered my system and a strange warmth
began to spread throughout my body. "I'll bet you would love to have
me remove those restraints," my would-be seducer stated, pouring my
third glass. I nodded my consent, afraid to speak. Enjoying the
alcohol warmth and the attention, I settled down some and began to sip
at my drink. I noticed that my visitor hadn't sipped a drop. If the
object was to get me drunk, it was succeeding. The drinks were
loosening me up and making me feel giddy and a bit bold. "I wonder if
I can turn this mysterious person on," I thought to myself. "I would
be a lot more comfortable with them off," I replied, spreading my legs
a bit wider as I spoke. My uninvited guest crossed the room, knelt
down in front of my silk covered legs and began taking off the ankle
restraints. Hands brushed their way up my legs as each ankle was
freed. The warmth began to concentrate in my brain -- and my crotch.
The visitor climbed onto the couch next to me. Our thighs came into
contact, sending electrical charges to my brain. My thigh
instinctively pressed harder against my seducer's. Next to be
disconnected were my wrist cuffs. "Now that I freed you -- how do you
intend to repay me?" "Let's have another drink and discuss it," I
replied , holding out my glass. I couldn't believe it was me teasing,
flirting like a brazen hussy. It seemed to be having an effect.
Reaching for me, slim hands grabbed me pulled me onto my visitor's
lap. As I squirmed to get comfortable, I could feel a bulge against
my rear. My guest's lips sought out my receptive mouth. A long, slim
tongue slipped between my pliant lips. "Ooohhh!," I groaned into the
invading mouth. I was drunk. Drunk from the alcohol. Drunk from
passion. There was no holding back I was about to act out my role as
the slut I was trained to be. Besides, I doubted my guest would let
me hold back. "Ooohhh, yes! Yes! That's so good," I breathed heavily.
"Let me help you get more comfortable." My fingers tentatively began
to open shirt buttons. Wickedly, I ran my fingers across a smooth
chest, stopping only to pinch nipples. I became somewhat confused. I
was sure that my visitor was a man. But, this one actually had little
titties. While I pulled off the shirt, a hand had dropped to my
stockinged leg, sliding slowly up its silky smoothness. Smooth
fingers continued to inch higher. In an attempt to slow his progress,
I began to lick and kiss his neck. He continued to caress my
legs. I slid lower on the couch and began to bite and suck on his
nipples. His hand left my legs only long enough to force my hands to
his belt and fly. I ran my hands over his pants. Squeezing and
rubbing his erection, I couldn't believe I was actually playing the
role of the slut. And I didn't care about the consequences. I was
going to get off, no matter what I had to do. "Let me help you," he
whispered softly. My guest forced me sit up while he removed his
pants and shorts. My hands flew beneath my skirt and began stroking
my erection through my panties. My legs were spread wantonly. The
hem of my dress barely covered my hands. "Please hurry! I'm so hot.
Hot for you. I want to make love to you now," I panted. I was losing
control of my senses. I heard the pants hit the floor. Next came a
pair of bikini briefs. My eyes moved up the outspread legs before me.
"Oh my God! And all this time I thought...! Oh, Wow," I gasped in
disbelief. He was not a he after all. He was a she. And she was
wearing a dildo attached to elastic straps. It was eight inches long
and a full three inches around. Her latex manhood stood proudly in
front of her. It presented an imposing sight. The cock was longer
and wider than the dildo I had been trained on. Ripples of fear
racked my body. "Fooled you. Didn't I!" She laughed aloud. She
quickly reached down pulled my hands out of my panties and pulled me
to my feet. I had trouble standing. It didn't slow here down any.
She quickly pulled down the zipper on my short dress. It was soon
laying on the floor next to her pants. She reached in front of me and
began pulling off my slip. I was too weak and too drunk to resist. I
actually raised my arms to help her "unwrap" her prize. All I had
left on was my bra, waist cincher, panties, stockings and heels.
The next thing I knew she had forced me down to my knees and was
guiding my face to the shaft. "Show me how hot you are for me, bitch.
Slip those hot lips around my rod, you little cock sucking whore!" I
had no choice but to part my lips and take her cock into the confines
of my mouth. I gagged at her size. Her false erection completely
filled my mouth and my saliva coated it. "Get it good and moist,
Dawn. You never know where else I might want to stick it. Maybe,
later I'll bury it in your tight little hole." Clamping my mouth
tightly on her tool, I reached between her legs, under the harness and
fingered her clit. I could sense that she was nearing a climax. I
withdrew her dick from my pursed lips and began kiss and lick her
thighs. My mistress had taught me well. The mystery guest began
bucking and moaning. "Ohhh yes, I feel it building. Mmmm! Ugghh!
Ohhh! Oh fuck! Yeahhh! Mmmm! Argghhhh!" Soon, her juices doused my
face. I gulped down as much as I could. She wouldn't release my face
until I licked her crotch dry. Fully satisfied, she looked down at
me smiling. "You sure give great head, Dawn," she said as she
stepped away and broke my contact with her crotch. There was no way I
was going to let her leave until I got off somehow. "Please fuck me,"
I whispered up at my visitor. "What?" "Please fuck me." "I don't
understand what you want, Dawn. You have to explain it to me."
"Please bury your cock deep in my pussy. I want your prick in me so
deeply. I want to hump your big dick and pound my snatch up and down
on your rod!" I begged. I took her hand in mine and lead her to my
bedroom. "Why should I fuck you? I had my orgasm." Desperately, I
climbed onto the bed on all fours, lowered my panties and offered my
ass to her. The sight of my cheeks swaying and wiggling in front of
her brought her back to life. I knew then that she wouldn't
disappoint me. Positioning herself behind me, she grabbed my hips and
began to push her cock into my tight anal passage. My muscles
squeezed tightly on her fake erection. "You see that blowjob really
got my cock wet. I can't believe how easily it slipped into your hot
hole, Dawn." "Ohhhhh! Oh Jesus," I moaned into the pillows. She
fucked my hole slowly at first and then with wild abandon. Quickly,
she reached around my hips and her hand slipped into my panties.
"Just as I thought. You're all wet and begging for release aren't
you?" "Ooohhh! Yes. Please, yes. Help me cum. Rape my hole." "How
bad do you need it bitch?" "Really bad! My clit is on fire." "Beg,
bitch," she commanded as she wrapped her hand around my member and
began to pump it in rhythm to her fucking motion. "Please fuck me
hard and make me cum. I'm begging you." She fucked my ass long, deep
and hard, while expertly bringing me close to my release. "Mmmm!
Yeeessss! Give it to me! Uuuuhhhh!" My hips bucked in time with
hers. The friction of the dildo against her clit was also taking its
toll. We both lost control at the same time. "Mmmm, yeah, I'm
getting off again," she screamed as she stroked deeply in my hole.
"Ugghh! Mmmm! Ugghh! Mmmm ... yes, please give it to me, give it to
me," I pleaded. My rapist continued her assault asking, "Gonna come
for me baby? Wanna come with my stiff cock pumping your tight little
pussy?" "Yes," I moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Ram your cock into my
cunt!" Her hand pumped my dick harder and faster. My entire body
quivered. Quivered from her stroking my cock and from her strokes in
my hole. "Come for me, Dawn! Come for me now," my mystery fucker
screamed. She pumped me swiftly. My balls tingled with my come,
preparing to shoot. My cock throbbed frantically in her hand. I
closed my eyes as I felt my release building. At that instant, her
hips bucked wildly as she approached a climax. The room was filled
with both of our cries of ecstasy. I collapsed on the bed with her on
top of me. My visitor unstrapped the dildo and climbed off the bed.
She left her instrument of my rape buried in my hole. My panties were
filled with my cum. She forced my hand into the moisture, pulled it
out and made me lick and suck my fingers. Noticing that I was
contented, my partner quietly left the room. The thought that my
roommates would return before I could clean up scared me.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the energy to do anything about it. I
closed my eyes, relaxed and awaited their return ..... and my
punishment.
Paying the price
Mistress Ellen stood in the doorway, holding my discarded clothes in
her hand. "I see Kim welcomed you to the apartment complex." Mistress
Lisa entered the room next. My restraints dangled from her hands.
"Who gave you permission to remove your restraints? It seems that you
still have trouble following orders." I tried to explain what happened
and that their friend was the one who removed the ankle and wrist
cuffs. all my explaining seemed to have no effect on them. "You
disobeyed me and must pay the price. It's a shame too. I was just
beginning to trust you. Perhaps you need a stronger reminder of your
servitude," stated Mistress Ellen. She instructed me to pull down my
drenched panties and lay across her lap. With trembling fingers, I
followed her direction. My panties were down to my knees and the
dildo was still sticking in my hole as I stretched across her spread
legs. My member slipped between her spread thighs. Immediately, she
clamped her legs together, trapping my penis. Mistress Lisa removed
her belt from her jeans, doubled it over and handed it mistress
Ellen, who began spanking my bottom. Every time I moved or cried out,
she'd spank me even harder. The whipping seemed to last an eternity.
Whenever I moved, the pressure on my penis was similar to being snugly
crammed into a hot cunt. This caused me to squirm more. This, of
course, increased the intensity of my spanking. The mixture of pain
and pleasure was becoming unbearable. Finally, she stopped. She
rolled me off her lap onto the floor, pulled the latex cock from my
ravished hole -- and laughed at me. "Don't think you're off the
hook." Mistress Lisa reached into my lap, grasped my erection and
pulled me to my feet. "We're going to have to do something about
this," she said while squeezing my member. "I think I have just the
thing." She produced a cock and ball sheath. While Mistress Lisa
kept me erect, Mistress Ellen set about attaching it. She placed my
balls in the pouch and then placed my penis into the sheath. Her deft
fingers laced it up the front of my cock and tightened the fasteners
around my covering. A roller buckle in the back locked it all into
place. There was a D-ring attached to the device. "That's in case I
want to attach a leash to lead you around. Or maybe I might want to
add some weights. In case you have any ideas about taking it off
yourself, forget it." A small lock was attached to a connection
behind my balls. "Once it's locked on, it stays on until I decide to
remove it. Understand?" "Yes, my mistress, I understand. "Good! Now
pull up you panties and meet me in the kitchen. In case you haven't
noticed, it's supper time." My panties barely held in my sheathed
crotch. I put on the rest of my clothes and made my way to the
kitchen. I prepared their meal and was forced to eat alone in the
kitchen. I did the dishes, cleaned the counters and entered the
living room to see what else was expected of me.
Working Girl
"You need to shower and shave. Tomorrow is a work day," explained
Mistress Lisa. "You'll find a set of clothes in your closet to wear.
Remember, though, you'll be wearing your lingerie under your suit.
Special lingerie at that." They also had to work the next day so
everyone retired early. Alone in my room, I removed my clothing and
slipped into the ballet length night gown awaiting me. It had a lace
bodice with a low scooped back that released into a full sweep of a
skirt. I slipped the hipster panties over my still sheathed crotch.
Fortunately, it had a opening that allowed me to pee. I slipped into
the bathroom and relieved myself, then crawled into the bed and slept
like a baby. The alarm rang at 5:30 a.m. They both came into the
room to ensure I got up. "I know you didn't take your shower last
night because I didn't free your tiny cock and balls," smirked
Mistress Ellen. "Come here and I'll release you. I held up my
nightie while she pulled down my panties, inserted a key into the lock
and loosened the straps. The release of the pressure made me feel
weak. My knees buckled, but, I managed to keep my balance. I took a
quick shower and returned to my room to dress for the office.
Mistress Lisa called me back to the bathroom and applied a light coat
of makeup on me and just a hint of blush. "Just to remind who and
what you are," she said. Mistress Ellen handed me what I was to wear
under my suit. It was a white satin and lace bustier that hugged me
like a second skin after she fastened the hook and eye front closures.
She removed the bra straps, but not the garters. White lace topped
stockings covered my legs. I attached the garters and pulled on the
matching panties. The outline of my lingerie was barely visible under
my T-shirt and dress shirt. I pulled on my slacks and put a pair of
socks over my stockings. The shoes actually felt strange after days
in high heels. They drove me to work in my car and dropped me off in
front of my office. "Pick you up at 5 p.m. sharp," they shouted as
they drove away. Unfortunately, the girl I was currently dating
arrived at about the same time. She was visibly upset when she saw me
climb out of the car. "Wasn't that Ellen driving your car?," she
asked. I told her that Ellen's car broke down and asked for a ride.
"She offered to make a few stops for me, so I let her use the car." "I
thought you said you were through dating her," Kayla stated. "Believe
me, Kayla, I assure you that I'm not dating her." Kayla accepted that
and walked into the building with me. As we started to climb the
steps to the third floor offices, she stopped me on one of the
landings and kissed me passionately. "Missed you this weekend," she
said. "I especially missed your cock." She rubbed her hand on the
front of my trousers. I swelled quickly to a pulsing erection.
"Ooohhh, it feels like it missed me too. Maybe I should take it out
and give it a welcome home kiss," she said reaching for my zipper. I
pulled away quickly, reminding her that we were due at a meeting in
five minutes. She knew I was right. However, she told me I would
have to make it up to her at lunch. Concentrating on work was
virtually impossible. It was impossible to ignore the feel of the
stockings caressing my legs and the panties rubbing against my member.
It strained hard against the silky fabric. So hard, in fact, that I
had to spend most of the day behind my desk hiding my arousal. "How
was I going to handle Kayla," I wondered. About an hour later, Kayla
walked through the doorway, closed and locked the door, and announced
that it was time for me to show her how much I missed her. In
seconds, she was stripped to her bikini panties. She sat herself on
the edge of my desk and spread her legs wantonly. I sat back in my
chair to admire the view. "My pussy really missed you this weekend,"
she said. "Are you sure you were away on business?" "Believe me, I
was busy almost every waking minute." "Let me tell you how I spent my
lonely weekend." She started by saying that she had visited her folks
Friday and Saturday. "I got really lonely and horny Sunday evening.
Seeing that you weren't around to help me, I decided to take care of
myself." Her face took on a dreamy look as she began describing her
activities They included a vibrator, dildos and masturbation. While
she was talking, she would rub herself through her panties. The more
she talked, the larger the wet spot on her panties grew. "And then I
inserted the vibrator," the words trailed as suddenly put both hands
between her legs, opened her mouth and moaned, "God, how I needed your
dick!" She then leaned back on the desk, pushed aside her crotch
covering and buried two fingers in her cunt She was soaking. Her
fingers pumped in and out. Her juices began to drip down her leg.
Seconds later, she started to shake her head back and forth. She
crammed her free hand into her mouth and let out a scream, literally
convulsing as she reached her climax. After a brief rest to catch her
breath, Kayla sat back up on the desk and stated, "That should have
been you inside me." She stretched out and placed her legs on my
shoulders. I had no choice except to focus on her crotch. Kayla
locked her ankles behind my neck and literally pulled my face into her
crotch.I knew what to do with my mouth. I surely had enough practice
over the past few days. She reached her first orgasm in seconds. I
wouldn't stop. I kept eating her, first through her panties, then
with them removed until she begged me to stop. "Wow," she exclaimed.
Her nude body was stretched out on the desk. I could see her loins
tremble from the intensity of her orgasms. I knew I wouldn't have to
perform any more this afternoon. I helped her off the desk and into
her dress. With shaking legs I carried her out of my office, a glazed
look on her face. "Maybe I should let you go away more often. I just
love these welcomes," she said huskily. My panties were soaked from
that sex-charged hour. Kayla hadn't discovered my secret. I wondered
how long I could keep it from her. Mercifully, quitting time arrived.
As promised They were waiting for me at the curb.
True Confessions
Mistress Lisa stepped out of the car to allow me to sit between them.
As I slid over on the seat, one of them asked how my day had gone. I
responded that It went just like any other day at the office. "I have
trouble believing that," said Mistress Ellen. "I saw you going into
the building with that slut Kayla. And I do know that you date her.
Used to date her, that is." "Whatever you wish, my mistress." "Did
you tell her about your weekend?" "I told her I was kept busy, my
mistress." "Good answer." Mistress Lisa joined the conversation.
"Knowing that cunt Kayla as well as I do, I'm sure she hit on you
didn't she?" I explained, in detail, her lunchtime visit. "That bitch
better stay away from my Dawn or I'll have to take drastic measures.
Did you enjoy yourself with her Dawn." My silence gave me away. "I
guess I'll have to see for myself," said Mistress Ellen. She reached
into my lap, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my zipper and felt the
front of my panties. They were still wet. She grabbed my cock and
squeezed hard. "Just remember, you little slut, that this belongs to
me. No one else. Understand?" "Yes, my mistress." "Maybe we should
teach Kayla a little lesson," offered Mistress Lisa. "Let's invite
her to go to the party with us Friday night and take care of her
little problem" "Good idea," replied Mistress Ellen. "Of course,
little Dawn here will come in handy, if you're thinking what I'm
thinking." Mistress Ellen countered, "You got it."
Party Time
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful. I did my chores and
serviced my two dominant room mates nightly. Fortunately, Kayla was
called away for most of the week to work on a special project and I
was able to pretty much avoid her sexual advances. She came into my
office Friday with a curious look on her face. "You're not going to
believe this one," she said. "Your ex-girlfriend Ellen invited me to
a party tonight. At first, I wasn't going to go. But, then she said
she had a few secrets about you that she wanted to share. So I told
her I'd be there." She put her arms around my neck and whispered in my
ear. "I'll miss you tonight. Besides, it serves you right for
abandoning me last weekend." Her hand cupped my crotch and squeezed
gently. She felt me respond. "Maybe we can sneak in a quickie before
I go back to work," she said as she placed my hands on her pert little
breasts. I could feel her nipples harden through the thin material of
her blouse. As usual, she wasn't wearing a bra. A voice crackled
over the intercom. "Your next appointment has just arrived. Shall I
have them wait?" Kayla grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled my groin
tightly against hers. "Let them wait!" "I can't. They're
important clients." "More important than feeling my hot pussy
stretched around your cock?" She continued to grind against me and
squeezed my buttocks even harder. "Just remember, you slut, that this
belongs to me. No one else." The words of my mistress echoed loudly
in my memory. "I'm sorry, Kayla. These are not the type of people to
be kept waiting," I said as I freed myself from her grasp. "Neither
am I! I might just try to find myself someone interesting at the
party ," she retorted in a huff and stormed out of the private
entrance to the office. On the way home, Mistress Ellen told I was in
luck. "Marty and Linda called to say that the party was being
catered. That means all you'll have to do is serve the food and be
available for whatever else we decide. They even paid the rent for
your maid's outfit. Isn't that great?" "Yes, my mistress." We stopped
at the apartment long enough to clean up and change for the party.
After applying my makeup for me, they retired to their rooms to
change. As usual, my clothes were laid out for me. They emerged from
their rooms dressed identically in skin-tight, leather-look bustiers
with metal studs and a front zipper. Each was also wearing a black
mini skirt of the same material. Covering my normal lingerie
consisting of corset, slip, panties and nylons, I wore a blue two
piece dress. It buttoned in the front and had padded shoulders. The
short (as always) skirt zipped up in back. Mistress Lisa handed me a
small suitcase and an overnight case. "Your outfit and everything
else you need is in these bags. Let's go," said Mistress Ellen. We
were the first to arrive. They exchanged hugs and kisses with Marty
and Etta. Marty told Mistress that Kayla had accepted the invitation
to attend the party. "This will be a night she never forgets," beamed
my mistress. "I'll take Dawn in back and help her get ready," offered
Marty. "Be my guest," answered Mistress Ellen. "She's at your
service." Once in her bedroom, she had me open the cases and remove
the clothing. "I rented this outfit and you had better put it to good
use." The black satin maid's outfit was a complete ensemble. It
included a bra, garter belt, seamed stockings, satin dress, apron, cap
and two crisp full petticoats. I stripped out of my dress and
lingerie and put on my outfit. The petticoats made the satin skirt
stand straight out. While I was dressing, she told me where
everything was and how and when to serve the food. "When you're not
busy, I want you at my side. After all, I am the hostess. Don't
worry, Mistress Ellen has given me complete charge over you this
evening. That is until she's ready to deal with Kayla." I followed
Marty to the den and remained near her. When the guests started to
arrive, I answered the door, took their wraps and hung them in the
closet. All the guests were women. Attractive, young women. Kayla
arrived last. As I took her jacket, I tried to avoid her eyes.
"Don't I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar," she
inquired. "No, mam," I whispered in response. "Maybe you worked at
one of my mother's parties." "I don't think so, mam." "Oh well,
whatever." She dismissed me and entered the room. To my surprise
Mistress Ellen and Mistress Lisa both warmly welcomed Kayla. They
both gave her tight hugs and deep kisses. To my even greater
surprise, Kayla responded openly. I saw her tongue dart into Mistress
Lisa's mouth. They held their embrace for a long time. "What else
don't I know about Kayla," I wondered. Marty informed me that it was
time to serve drinks. Carrying a tray of champagne glasses, I
circulated around the room of about 20 sexy females. The more they
drank, the more familiar they became with each other -- and with me.
As I passed among them, a number of them would make petticoat checks,
reaching under my satin skirt to pinch my butt. A few of them
actually reached under and stroked my cock, keeping me hard and
begging for relief. I knew then that most knew who I was and why I
was there. There was a sense of electric anticipation in the air.
Most of the guests, when not fondling each other, seemed to direct
their attention to Mistress Ellen and Kayla. Something was brewing.
"Could I have your attention please," shouted Mistress Lisa. She
announced to the gathering that Kayla was the guest of honor for the
evening. "Kayla is another women who has been neglected by her
boyfriend and has sought our companionship in her hour of need.
Kayla, my dear, I assure you that after tonight you will no longer be
interested in your boyfriend." Mistress Ellen interrupted her partner
stating, "Kayla, I know what a slut you are. My ex- boyfriend is now
my room mate. I saw you hitting on him the other day. Believe me
when I tell you that he is mine for as long as I want him. You have
no say in the matter." Kayla, never one to be undone, asked, "Just
what the hell have you got that would make him want you over me?"
"Control, you dumb bitch. I have complete control over him." "I doubt
that!" "You were invited here to see the control I have. Before the
evening is over, I will have the same control over you." As she
finished those words, Mistress Lisa, Marty and Etta grabbed Kayla and
wrestled her to the floor. She was quickly put into restraints and a
ball gag was forced into her mouth. The fear in her eyes reminded me
of my encounter with Mistress Lynn. They pulled Kayla to her feet and
stood her up against a wall. There were eye hooks sticking out of it.
The hapless lady was effortlessly fastened, spread eagled to the wall.
It looked as if she were nailed there. "Come here, Dawn," commanded
Mistress Lisa. "I want you to undress this bitch for our inspection."
I approached the captive Kayla, still averting her gaze and began to
undress her. "Time for a little revenge," I thought to myself. A
look at her young, tall athletic body reminded me of the hours of
pleasure we had spent together. The fear of the unknown, coupled with
her total helplessness, showed in her eyes. She was wearing a pure
silk camisole. It sparkled with silver sequins and bugle beads. It
draped over a pair of nylon stretch jeans. Its body molding fit
showed off her perfect ass, hips and legs. Tentatively, I reached for
the camisole. Kayla tensed, realizing that her assets would soon be
bared to this large group of onlookers. I took the bottom and began
to raise it up. Her breathing quickened. Her smooth belly quivered
as I inched it higher. This time she was wearing a bra. It was a
sheer, lace underwired bustiette with a hook and eye front. Her pale
skin served in perfect contrast to the wicked black covering. After
the camisole was pulled off over her head, a few of the onlookers
pushed me aside and began to fondle Kayla's breasts through the sheer
lace bra material. Kayla began to squirm. At first I thought it was
out of fear. But, then the thought crossed my mind that Kayla would
enjoy this amount of attention. Who was really in control? Mistress
Lisa asked her friends to retreat from their advances so that I could
finish Kayla's unveiling. As my hand approached her waist band, her
stomach continued to quiver. In anticipation, or fear? Only Kayla
knew that answer. I unbuttoned her pants and ever so slowly lowered
her zipper. "Hurry up, bitch," shouted Marty."I think we're being too
easy on Dawn, Ellen." said one of the ladies. "Make her lower the
zipper with her teeth." "You heard her, Dawn. Take your teeth to that
zipper," commanded my mistress. I immediately went to my knees and
moved my face toward Kayla's crotch. I grabbed the fastener between
my teeth and began to pull it down. The musky odor of her crotch
attacked my senses, making me want to bury my face in her bush. When
her zipper was lowered, I reached up and pulled open her pants. A set
of panties that matched her bra came into view. The lace flared out
over her hips, again highlighting the paleness of her flesh. I
reached behind her and cupped her buns as I began to work the pants
down her legs. I had to remove her shoes and momentarily release her
leg restraints in order to slip off the tight nylon. It was as if I
was unpeeling a layer of protective skin. Stripped to her lacy
underwear, Kayla was a picture of innocence. Even I knew better than
that. "Shall we inspect our slut guest? We must see if she is worth
the attention of our lowly maid Dawn," said Mistress Ellen. All the
women converged on Kayla. I stepped back to watch. There wasn't a
square inch of her body that wasn't being touched, pinched or probed
by the party bunch. Kayla strained against her restraints. She
couldn't avoid any of the fondling. Her head fell back and her eyes
closed tightly as she surrendered to their inspection. Hands opened
her bra and pulled it off. Kayla's pert little titties stood high and
proud, her nipples swelled to almost an inch in length. "Warm her up
for us Dawn," shouted Mistress Lisa. "Show us how good you are with
your tongue." Mistress Ellen took me by the hand and led me back to
Kayla. Marty joined my mistress and they forced me back to my knees
in front of Kayla. The group formed a semicircle around me. Many of
then were already playing with themselves or with one another. I
buried my face in her pantied crotch and began to suck the love juices
from her panties. While doing that, I pushed aside the lacy crotch of
her panties and slipped a finger into her dripping pussy and began to
massage her clit. Her slender body began to move in time with my
motions. Her nostrils flared as her breathing deepened. Two fingers
wormed their way into her love canal. My thumb continued to work on
her clit. Her hips began to push her crotch against my face. "Eat
out that nasty cunt's pussy. Only a maid would find pleasure eating
out a sleazy slut like Kayla." yelled Etta. I complied with her
command and crammed my face into her pussy. I could hear her moans,
even through the ball gag. I licked every crevice of her vagina. My
tongue encircled the opening of her vagina and occasionally dipped
inside. I pulled back. Kayla arched toward my tongue. My tongue was
replaced with four fingers buried in her snatch. My tongue sought out
her clitoris and begin licking at her core. She bucked hard against
the wall as well as my face as my fingers probed deeper and my mouth
worked over her clit. The licking, sucking and finger fucking was
driving her wild. Her pussy contracted tightly around my fingers.
She screamed into her gag. It was a gut wrenching orgasm. Fluid
dripped from her as I removed my face from her crotch. I made it a
point to lick her clean. "Bravo. Great show. What a mouth," shouted
the group. I looked up into Kayla's eyes and noticed something the
others didn't. Her eyes were sparkling. Then I remembered her words
as she left my office -- "I might just try to find myself someone
interesting at the party." Was everyone using me for their pleasure?
I was afraid that Mistress Ellen may have met her match. But then --
the night was still young.
Turnabout is Fair Play
The party moved to Marty's bedroom. Kayla was temporarily freed from
her restraints and lead to the room. Four of the girls pushed her
face down onto the bed. Fur lined cuffs were attached to her wrists
and ankles. It looked like they were breaking a wishbone as she was
spread-eagled, the cuffs attached to the bed posters. Mistress Lisa
had carried the overnight case in with her. She opened it and handed
me her riding crop. "Pull down her panties and spank her real good,
Dawn. If we don't think your doing it right, you'll take her place on
the bed," said Mistress Ellen. I ran my hands over Kayla's ass a few
times before I pulled her panties down just below her cheeks. Her
butt tensed as I ran the handle up and down her crack, almost slipping
it into her moist pussy. "Dawn's really getting off on this,"
remarked Etta. "Whip her ass, bitch. I'm losing my patience," ordered
Marty. I raised the crop and lashed at her ass. Smack! Smack!
Smack! The sound of the leather against her bare buttocks filled the
room. Kayla's ass was turning beet red as I continued. Her crotch
tried to grind its way into the mattress as I continued my assault.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Her screams were muffled by the gag. "Look at
those tears. The cunt is really crying I don't think she can take
much more," remarked one of the onlookers. "Keep whipping, Dawn,"
yelled Mistress Lisa. "This should teach her to mess around with my
roomie's possession." Possession! Is that all I was? I realized that
I was being punished as well as Kayla. They planned to publicly
humiliate me while I administered their wrath on Kayla. Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! I continued my thrashing of Kayla's perfect buttocks.
Finally, they allowed me to stop. Kayla had fainted from the beating.
Her red cheeks pulsed from the heat of the smacks. She was limp and
motionless. While she was out, pillows were forced under her belly,
elevating her ass. It presented a tempting target for a deep
penetration of either -- or both -- holes. "Come over her Dawn. We
need to prepare you to invade her ass and pussy," said Marty. She
pulled a harness out of the case and commanded me to lift my skirt and
petticoats. My dick was straining hard against the material of my
panties. Two of the guests attached the harness to my hips and legs.
All of this was accomplished over my panties. Their hands stroked and
rubbed my crotch as they prepared me. A latex cock was attached to
the harness. It had a normal sized cock and a smaller dick just
underneath it. The dildo was designed to fill both holes at the same
time. Etta lubricated the dong and led me back to the bed. The women
crowded closer as I was forced on the bed and made to kneel with my
cock pointed at her ass and pussy. "Fuck her back to life and screw
her until she passes out again," instructed Mistress Ellen. Marty
took hold of the dildo and helped guide it to the entrances of her
holes. Smack! The riding crop whipped across my ass. I jerked
violently forward, burying both heads deep in Kayla. Her screams
could be heard in spite of the ball gag. "Start humping, bitch,"
someone shouted. Trying to be as gentle as possible, I began to try
to set a slow, easy rhythm in an attempt to not hurt Kayla too badly.
Another smack on the ass was my reward. Again I lunged forward. If
there was one thing I knew, Kayla loved -- it was a good fucking. I
closed my eyes and imagined that I actually had two cocks and began
fucking her in earnest. My own cock pressed against the base of the
dildo and was agitated by my stroking inside Kayla. I wasn't sure how
long I would last before coming in my panties. Kayla began to move
her ass in response to my thrusts. Her screams were replaced with low
moans and grunts. I reached around her and began to tickle her clit.
She bucked harder against me. I knew it wouldn't be long before she
came again. The air rushed out of her lungs as she climaxed and she
dropped down onto the pillows. "Keep fucking," shouted Etta. "She
can take more than that." I picked up the tempo again. In a matter of
seconds, Kayla was meeting me again, thrust for thrust. She was
insatiable. She climaxed again -- and again -- and again. The
pressure of the dildo was having its effect on me. I rammed rapidly
into her until she climaxed one more time. At the same time, I could
feel my load moving up the length of my cock and explode into my
panties. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of Kayla. They pulled me off
her and began to take off the harness. Mistress Lisa was the first to
notice my jism filled panties. "The bitch got off too," she
exclaimed. Marty pulled off my panties, walked around the bed and
removed the ball gag from Kayla's mouth. In its place she crammed my
drenched panties. A strap was used to keep the panties in her mouth.
"Here's your dinner, slut," Mistress Ellen sneered. Kayla opened her
eyes. A look of defiance covered her face. She began to suck the cum
out of panties, swallowing all my spent juices. Kayla seemed to be
enjoying herself more than her tormentors could imagine. Marty handed
me a dry pair of panties. I pulled them up into place. Kayla was
released from her restraints. She immediately assumed a fetal
position and seemed to drift off into a fantasy world, her mouth
still working on the soaked panties. "Dawn, Lay down on the bed
beside Kayla. I want your face near her crotch and your crotch near
her face. You know, a sixty nine position," instructed Mistress
Ellen. Kayla stretched out a bit as she felt my breath on her thigh.
Her face was hidden below my skirt and petticoats. Marty and Etta
approached the bed. They set about cuffing Kayla and I together. My
wrists were cuffed to her ankles. Marty set about joining my ankles
to Kayla's. "I want both of you bitches to follow my orders exactly,"
lectured Mistress Ellen. "Kayla, I'm going to remove your gag so that
you can enjoy the wonders of Dawn's crotch. If you disobey me, I'll
have all these women take a turn at spanking your ass. Do you
understand?" Kayla's head nodded from underneath my skirt. Her nose
brushed against my thigh, sending ripples of pleasure through my
veins. "I want each of you to remove the other's panties with your
teeth and then eat each other out. The first one to bring the other
to an orgasm will be freed for the evening. The loser will be at our
mercy the rest of the night. Do you understand?" We both nodded our
understanding. "Good! Now go to it." I buried my face in her panties
and kissed and licked at her thighs. Quickly, I moved my head up to
her waist band as soon as she started to squirm. My movement cause me
to slide up her face. That was a mistake. My panty encased bulge
slid into Kayla's open mouth. After licking my cock from its base to
its head, she paused, looked into my eyes and screamed, "I thought
that I recognized that pussy eating style. Well, Dawn, your secrets
out now. And I intend to see you suffer for deceiving me." She bit my
cock through my panties. "Aaaiiieee!" I screamed in pain. My face
fell back in her crotch. Somehow, she managed to capture my head
between her thighs in a viselike grip. She raised her head and pushed
my panties down with her chin, at the same time licking the length of
my cock as it was exposed. Quickly her mouth swallowed my cock to
it's base. The vacuum she created seemed to literally suck the juices
right out of me. I tried to move my ass and escape her eager mouth.
It was useless. Her mouth continued to bob up and down and continued
to milk my dick. I could feel my toes curl and the pressure of my
release build. All my attempts to free my face were futile. I was
locked in a death grip. My orgasm racked my body. "Oh my god. Oh,
my god. I'm going to explode. I'm coming. I'm coming!!! She never
let up. The cum shot from my cock directly down her throat. She
swallowed and sucked. Swallowed some more and sucked me until I was
drained. Kayla released my imprisoned member and informed her
captors, "If you think you taught me a lesson, you're right. Would
you please teach me more about how I can train someone to be like
Dawn.? I don't think I'll be needing a boyfriend anymore." The
ladies all applauded her, and her decision.
The Agony of Defeat
Etta and Marty untied us. Kayla, in her triumph, was helped from the
bed and was rewarded with kisses and hugs from the rest of the women
at the party. She reveled in her victory. Even Mistress Ellen was
impressed with Kayla's performance. I was left on the bed, curled up
in a ball, physically drained by Kayla's expert cock sucking. "Kayla,
as the winner, you have earned the right to choose Dawn's punishment,
declared Mistress Lisa. "Do you have anything special in mind?" "I
most certainly do." She explained her plan to the guests. Everyone
loved her idea. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear her plan because Kayla
had motioned her friends to the living room first. Two women entered
the room and pulled me to my feet. They tied my ankles to the bed
posts. Still naked, Kayla came into the room. A fine film of sweat
made her beautiful body glisten. She approached me with a long strip
of leather in her hands. It had a noose on one end and a metal ring
on the other. Kayla lifted my skirt and petticoats. "Hold these up
out of the way, Sweetie," she commanded. She pushed aside the crotch
of my panties and pulled out my flaccid member. The noose was placed
around my balls and pulled it tight. She then crawled onto the bed,
laid down on her back and splayed her legs wide, giving me a wonderful
view of her swollen pink cunt lips. Kayla began to finger herself to
a new height of arousal. My cock sprang to attention at her wanton
sexual display. As soon as it did, Kayla pulled on the strap. It
felt as if my balls were being pulled free from my groin.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" I screamed loudly. Mistress Ellen
slipped into the room while I was screaming in agony as Kayla
continued to pull on the strap while she fingered her moist pussy. My
mistress had slipped on the harness and dildo. She joined Kayla on
the bed, placing herself between Kayla's outstretched legs. Even with
my vision blocked, I could tell that she was rubbing the artificial
phallus against Kayla's cunt lips. Kayla's moans gave it away.
Looking back over her shoulder, my mistress asked, "Would you like to
join us, Dawn?" "Yes, Mistress, very much." "I knew my plan would
work," exclaimed Kayla. The two lovers separated long enough for
Kayla to slip the strap's metal ring over Mistress Ellen's dildo .
They then resumed their coital position. The strap stretched to its
limits. As it pulled taut, it again felt as though my balls were
being pulled free from my body. "Mistress Ellen aimed the latex
cockhead at its target. Kayla arched her hips up to meet the initial
thrust. Once Kayla was penetrated, I had to thrust my hips forward to
lessen the pain. They fucked wildly until they both climaxed. All I
could do was buck my hips in the air while I watched the two beauties
fuck away. Mistress Ellen removed the dildo from Kayla's pussy and
pressed it between my lips. "Lick Mistress Kayla's precious juices
from my dick, you slut. Lick it clean." Kayla released my restraints
and pulled me down onto the bed, trapping my face between her strong
thighs. Mistress Ellen tied my hands behind my back. I was, once
again, rendered helpless. This left my ass available to them. My
mistress lowered my panties. A line of their friends had formed in
the room. They each took a turn paddling my exposed rear with a
leather paddle. Kayla forced my face against her cunt. "Eat me,
bitch. Eat me until I cum all over your face, you whorish slut." The
paddling ceased. It was replaced by the dildo pressing against my ass
hole. All the guests took turns working the dildo in my butt while I
concentrated my attention on lapping at Kayla's exquisite pussy.
Kayla came several times while the guests raped my ass. Mistress
Ellen reached between my legs and began to milk my cock. It didn't
take many strokes before I came into the sheets. "Sloppy, bitch.
Clean up your mess." My face was forced into the puddle I had left on
the sheet. I had no choice but to lick it up. All the women laughed
at me as I slurped up all the juices, mine, Kayla's and those of my
mistress. "Pack up your bag and go back home," instructed Mistress
Lisa. "Change back into your two- piece dress and when you get home,
launder the outfit that Marty and Etta were sweet enough to rent for
you. Then put yourself to bed." "Have a nice walk home," said Kayla,
"See your sweet buns at work Monday. We'll see if you ever refuse me
again." They all left the room and returned to their partying. All
the activity had excited them. As I looked into the room as I was
leaving for my long walk home, they were all involved in an orgy of
lesbian lust.
Additional duties
The rest of the weekend was devoted to cooking and cleaning. Neither
mistress required any personal services from me. They seemed to be
exhausted from all the activity at the party. In fact, they didn't
return home until late Saturday afternoon. Monday morning came
quickly. With it came the long ride to work and my first encounter
with Kayla. I tried desperately to avoid her, but to no avail. I
was having a problem with one of my accounts and needed more
information. Who was the only person with that information? You
guessed it ... Kayla. I asked my secretary to summon her to my
office. "She said to put you on the line because she had an important
message for you," my secretary informed me over the intercom. After
staring at the phone for a moment, I took a deep breath, picked up the
handset and answered. "Yes," I answered, trying to sound as
professional as possible. My bulge began to grow against my panties
as her voice reminded me of the party. "Yes, what?" Her tone was
stern and demanding. "Yes, May I help you?" "You helped me enough
Friday night." "I'm sorry. I don't think it's appropriate to discuss
the matter over the phone." "We'll discuss whatever I want, whenever I
want. I'll be at your office in 15 minutes. Tell your secretary
that you will be unavailable for at least an hour." "I can't do that,"
I replied. "You will do it," she commanded. "By the way, Dawn, I
want your pants off when I get there. Be sitting in your chair in
just your pretty panties, stockings and garter belt. You can leave
your shirt on. Do you understand?" "But, Kayla!" "Do you understand?"
"I understand." "What?" "Yes, Kayla, I understand." "Yes, who?" "Yes,
Mistress Kayla. I understand." "That's better. See you in a few
minutes." Just as I was about to hang up, I heard a second click. I
prayed that my secretary hadn't heard the conversation. I buzzed her
to tell her that when Kayla arrived that we would be in conference for
at least an hour. "I understand," she replied. "By the way, we need
to discuss something after your meeting. I think I may be due a pay
raise soon. Don't you think so, Dawn.?" Click! "Oh my God!" She had
heard. How would I handle this? I couldn't fire her. I was
interrupted by the sound of the buzzer announcing Kayla's arrival.
"Just a minute," I shouted into the intercom. Quickly, I moved from
behind my desk, dropped my pants, and removed my socks and shoes. I
could hear them talking outside the door. Their giggles told me that
my secretary had told Kayla that she knew about the phone
conversation. Things were about to change in my office.
Unfortunately, I had no control over how they were going to change.
"Stacy, you can send Kayla in now." Kayla entered the room with more
confidence than I had ever seen. She stopped in the middle of the
room. Legs spread and hands on her hips, she commanded me to come out
from behind my desk. Humiliated -- and at the same time excited -- I
rose and came from behind the desk. "Kneel down in front of your
mistress, you pansy slut," Kayla commanded. I dropped to my knees
and stared at the floor. "At least you follow orders as well as you
give them," she said. She walked around me and sat in my chair.
"Crawl over here, slave," she commanded. I had no choice but to obey.
As I knelt in front of her, she spread her legs and gave me a view of
her crotch. "See anything you like?" "Yes, Mistress Kayla." "And just
what is it you see?" "Your beautiful pussy." "I'll bet you'd like to
fuck me. Wouldn't you?" "Yes!" "Yes, what?" "Yes, Mistress Kayla, I
would love to fuck your pussy." "But, Dawn, that's impossible." "Why,
Mistress Kayla?" "Because there's no dildo handy. We women need to
have something to insert in our love canals if we're going to enjoy a
good fucking." "But, I have a cock. Don't you remember, Mistress
Kayla?" She slapped my face and laughed. "Let me see." She reached
into my panties and squeezed my swollen cock. "You call that a cock.
I'm sorry, Dawn, your little swollen clit just isn't that big." "But,
Mistress Kayla." "Enough of that foolishness. Pull yourself together.
After all, this is an office." She informed me that this was a
business meeting. She, however, was the one who was going to conduct
the business. "I have some paperwork to do. Crawl under the desk and
eat me while I knock out some of this work," Kayla ordered. She slid
the chair back, giving me room to assume my position between her legs.
She pulled her skirt up to her hips and slid forward in the seat so
that I could begin my licking. I licked my way up the slick lips of
her vagina and surrounded her clit with my lips. My tongue teased its
tip. "Keep licking, Dawn. I work much better when I'm excited. You
may be useless for fucking, but you've got a great mouth." And excited
she was. Her juices ran down my chin as I continued to lick and suck
her sweet pussy. I heard her pick up the phone. I froze. "Stacy,
this is Kayla. Would you come in and take a little dictation?" "Be
right there," announced Stacy. Kayla told me to keep licking or she
would expose me to Stacy immediately. She tightened her thighs
against my cheeks. The door opened. I could hear Stacy cross the
room and take a seat in front of the desk. The smell of her
ever-tantalizing perfume filled the room. "This will be just a short
note for your boss to sign," Kayla said. The letter read was entitled
, New office policy." It read:"Because of my new understanding of the
value of my secretary, the following procedures will be immediately
implemented. 1. A 25% pay raise will be awarded effective with the
next pay period. 2. A flex schedule will be implemented immediately.
The secretary will set her own business hours. 3. The secretary will
no longer be required to make or serve coffee. "What made him decide
to do all this for me?" she asked Kayla. "It wasn't hard to persuade
him at all." "How can I ever repay you?" "Just help me keep him in
line and keep wearing those sexy clothes. That's one of the reasons I
visit so often." "I never knew," said Stacy. "You're one beautiful
woman, Stacy." "Thank you. I could just kiss you for all you've
done," said Stacy sheepishly. "Don't let me stop you." "What about my
boss?" "Believe me, he's too busy to interrupt us. Lock the door so
we can have some privacy." I heard the rustle of Stacy's skirt and the
sound of her nylon-encased thighs rubbing together as Stacy got up and
crossed the room to lock the office door. Kayla slid her chair away
from the desk, breaking my contact with her clit. She turned the
chair and beckoned Stacy to come to her. I cowered in a corner as far
under the desk as I could squeeze. "Now, how about that kiss!" Stacy
came to Kayla, stood between her outspread legs, bent down, and kissed
Kayla passionately. I could hear the slurping sounds as their tongues
did battle between their hot, moist lips. Kayla stood up and began
running her hands over Stacy's body. From my hiding place, I could
see her cup Stacy's ass cheeks and pull their crotches into intimate
contact. "Ooohhh," moaned my secretary. She began to grind her
crotch against Kayla. Spurred on by this invitation, Kayla unbuttoned
Stacy"s blouse. It fell to the floor in front of me. Stacy"s
unharnessed breasts spilled out into view. Her nipples were hard and
distended. Kayla lowered her head and began to suck Stacy's
distended nipples. "Ooohhh," sighed Stacy. "You've got such
beautiful breasts," said Kayla. "They're so full and firm. Has your
boss ever sampled these?" "He hasn't tried yet. I do catch him
peeking down my blouse when I lean over the desk. Of course, I make
sure he gets a good view. It drives him crazy," replied Stacy.
"Especially when I brush up against him." All this action and hot sex
talk caused me to reach into my panties and stroke my engorged cock.
"I'll bet it does, purred Kayla. "I'll bet he would like to squeeze
them like this." "Mmmm!" "And lick and suck your nipples like this."
"Aaaahhhhh!" "And bury his face between them." "Ooooooohhhhhhh!" "And
work his tongue down to your cute belly button." "Mmmm!" "And kiss his
way down to your hot, moist pussy. Stopping to suck the juices from
your drenched panties before he dipped his tongue into your steaming
cunt. "Ooohhh," crooned Stacy. "I always wondered if you went both
ways." "Sweetheart, I swing in any direction that brings pleasure,"
voiced Kayla. "Why don't you climb up on the desk so that I can get
to that hot pussy of yours." Stacy climbed onto the desk. Her legs
draped over the edge in front of my face. Kayla sat back down in my
chair and moved it back under the desk. She reached down, grabbed my
hair and pulled my face back into her crotch. "Let's get these
panties off." Kayla pulled Stacy"s string bikini panties off her and,
instead of dropping them on the floor, draped them over my head. The
wet crotch settled over my noise. I inhaled deeply and continued to
service Kayla's pussy. Kayla slid down in her seat so that she could
reach her target, Stacy"s exposed cunt. "Now, that's the kind of kiss
I was hoping for," whispered Stacy, as Kayla buried her face in the
secretary's bush. "Mmmm," moaned Kayla, her sounds muffled by
Stacy"s quivering thighs. "Such a sweet honey pot." "Yes! Yes. Lick
my dripping honey. Suck my pussy dry," hissed Stacy. She raised her
legs and placed them on Kayla's shoulders. I began to lick and suck
in earnest. Kayla responded by burying her face deeper in Stacy"s
cunt. "If the boss only knew what we were doing on his desk. What do
you think he would do?" "He'd probably wet his panties." I froze
again. "Wet his panties?" "Come on, Stacy. You already told me that
you overheard our conversation. You don't have to be coy with me."
"Is he really your love slave? How did you get him to be that way?
Does he really wear lingerie under his business suit?" "Yes. He's not
just my slave. He's been trained to serve all women. And if you
don't believe me, his pants are over there on the couch" Stacy looked
over her shoulder and noticed my trousers, socks and shoes. "You
should see him at home. All he wears is dresses and skirts. Never
slacks or shorts," explained Kayla. "Where is he then?" "Under the
desk eating my pussy." "Really?" Kayla reached down and grabbed my
hair. She pulled me out from under the desk as she slid her chair
back. "Oh my God, it's true," gasped a surprised Stacy. Kayla stood
up, pulling me up with her. "Dawn, I want you to meet your newest
mistress, Stacy," said Kayla. "Stacy and I will be working closely in
the future to help in your training." Stacy stared at me through lust
filled eyes. I could tell that she eagerly wanted Kayla to return to
her soul kissing. "My! My! My! Aren't we something," Stacy said as
she examined my frilly underwear. She ran her hands across my panties
and massaged my swollen member. She had me turn around and model my
lacy underwear. Her hands cupped my ass, pulling me close to her.
She looked me directly in the eyes and said, "All this time I though
you were Mr. Macho Man. Instead you're a pussy-whipped little
pansy." I hung my head in shame. Still staring into my eyes, Stacy
addressed Kayla, "What did you say this little slut's name is?" "The
little sissy's name is Dawn." "Is Dawn any good for anything, like
cunt lapping?" "Why don't you find out for yourself?" "I think I
will!" Stacy released her grip on my buns, returned to the desk and
sat on it's edge. Kayla approached me, reached into my panties and
pulled me by the cock to Stacy. "On your knees bitch. If you don't
bring me to a strong orgasm, I might just make you sharpen pencils all
day. You'd look really cute out there in the reception area dressed
in only your sexy lingerie," said my secretary. I knelt between her
pillars of flesh and immediately began to kiss, lick and suck Stacy's
pussy. Kayla knelt on the desk, positioning her cunt directly over
Stacy"s face. My secretary assaulted her friend's pussy with a
passion. Sucking and slurping sounds filled the room until both women
reached intense climaxes. As they both pulled on their panties, Kayla
directed me to sign the letter she had dictated. My hand quivered as
I affixed my signature to Stacy's new "personal service" contract.
"By the way, I almost forgot why I came to see you. I brought you a
little present. It's kind of a remembrance from the party. All the
girls pitched in to buy it for you," said Kayla. She handed me a gift
wrapped package. I opened it slowly. "Hurry up bitch. I have to get
back to work and Stacy is going to take a long lunch break. She's
going to meet Ellen and Lisa at the club." I opened the package. It
contained a large butt plug. "Slide down your panties," commanded
Kayla. Stacy stepped forward and held the butt plug poised at the
entrance to my hole. When she saw that it was aligned with my hole,
she rammed the dry, rubber plug into my asshole. The pain was
blinding. I couldn't even scream from the shock of the forced entry.
Both women laughed as tears welled up in my eyes. "Pull up your
panties, you cunt. This is a business. Get dressed and get to work,"
sneered Stacy, as the two women left the room arm-in-arm. After I
dressed, I returned to my work. The butt plug served as a painful
reminder that my working relationship with Stacy would never be the
same again.
"Copping" a Feel
Kayla and Stacy leave me alone whenever I am really busy. However,
whenever I have any free time they lock the office and force me to
strip to my undies and serve their every wish. Usually one sits out
front while the other is in the office. With the exception of
business lunches, all my lunch hours are spent at their mercy. I
can't count the number of times they have made me sit behind my desk
in only my shirt, tie and coat. Beneath desk top level, I would be
wearing only my panties, garter belt and stockings while engaged in a
meeting with a female client. Sometimes Stacy would even ram a
vibrator up my ass before she escorted a client into the office. A
number of my clients are women, many of them very attractive. I never
know if they are aware of my situation when they enter the office.
Stacy has confided my predicament to some of them. A number of them
have done everything in their power to tease me without saying
outright that they knew I was wearing lingerie under my suits or that
my secret was hidden from their view by the desk. A few have been
bold enough to come around my desk, sit in my lap and ask me where I
bought my lingerie. On those rare times my suit covered my feminine
attire, a few would ask how I liked the feel of their clothing when
they sat in my lap. "Don't you just love the feel of my lace
panties," one said placing my hand up her skirt. Another one remarked
that she couldn't wait until the next office party. "This year I
might just let you get into my panties. I'm sure they'll fit you,"
she said. All too often, just as they are about to leave the office,
they'll snap my garter straps as I walk them to the door. Stacy
really enjoys her new status. The coffee pot has been moved into my
office. I make it and serve it to her. Sometimes I have to serve it
to my own visitors. Every week she brings me her laundry. I wash,
dry and press it One day she announced that we were going out for the
evening to a secretary's club she frequents. After work, she had me
change out of my business suit into a wool sweater and a slim suede
skirt. The ladies now keep a closet stocked with dresses, skirts,
blouses, wigs and makeup for what they call, "my little emergencies."
I slipped the skirt and sweater on over my black bra, panties,
camisole, half slip, garter belt and silk stockings I had worn under
my suit. Fortunately, the building was nearly empty when we left for
the car. A few receptionists were working late and waved at Stacy as
we entered the elevator. It was deserted as we began our descent to
the ground floor. Two floors later --much to my shock -- Sean Gent
the office's marketing chief entered the elevator. Gent was known
throughout the company as the most lecherous employee to serve with
the firm. No woman was safe from his advances. "Hello ladies," Sean
greeted us. His eyes sparkled at the chance to turn on the charm.
"Stacy, you're more beautiful than ever. You always have the look of
a lady who has just had her most intense orgasm." Stacy stepped closer
to Sean, just close enough for him to breathe in her sensual perfume.
"Maybe I just did," she whispered in his ear as her hand slid across
his pants. Unnerved, he turned his attention to me. "Your friend
here is a sexy thing, Stacy. You should bring her around more often."
My companion informed Sean that I was here every day. "She works for
the company, Sean. I'm taking her to the club tonight to introduce
her around." "What's your name honey?" I refused to respond. "Her
name is Dawn and that's all you need to know. I suggest you keep your
meat hooks away. She's caught the eye of some real higher ups in the
company." Sean didn't give up easily. As Stacy talked he managed to
get me against the elevator wall. His hand slipped behind me and
began kneading my butt. The hand quickly slipped lower and found its
way beneath my skirt and quickly slid up my inner thighs to my pantied
rear. Before he could work around to my crotch, he was interrupted by
Stacy’s slap across his startled face. "Leave the bitch alone, Gent.
All I have to do is drop the right information in the right places and
your out of here on your ass," Her tone was more stern than it had
ever been with me. "You wouldn't dare, you cunt!" "Try me, prick!"
Before Sean could respond, the elevator reached the basement. Sean
marched out of the elevator. "I'll fix you and your stuck-up cunt
friend. You'll see!" Stacy defiantly strode out of the elevator,
looked back over her shoulder at me and commanded, "pull yourself
together you brazen hussy. I know you were getting turned on. "I
finally found my voice and replied, "No Mistress Stacy. I was too
afraid to move." "Just remember who you belong to. I don't take
kindly to other people playing with my toys. And that's all you are
to me -- One of my toys," she stated. "Yes, Mistress Stacy." She led
me to the car and pulled out of the garage into the busy rush hour
traffic. "You'll really love this bar. It's a discreet little place
where secretaries meet to discuss ways to control their bosses.
Tonight, I'm going to use you as my show-and-tell project," she
informed me. She was so wrapped up in humiliating me that she
accidentally ran a stop sign -- right in front of a county police car.
As soon as she saw the flashing lights in the rear view mirror, Stacy
told me to keep my mouth shut. "I'll handle this. Pull your skirt up
a little bit and don't say a word," she cautioned. We pulled over to
the curb and awaited our fate. A burly policeman approached the car.
He asked for Stacy's license and registration. His eyes glued
themselves to my legs. Feeling the heat of his gaze, I tightened my
legs together. "Mam, do you have any idea how dangerous it is to run
a stop sign?" "Yes officer. I'm sorry. It's just that I was
distracted for a second and missed the sign," she said, turning her
head to look at my exposed thighs. "Isn't there anything my friend
and I can do to avoid a ticket? Maybe we can put in a little
community service time with you and your partner," she half-pleaded,
have laughed. Her slit skirt opened up, exposing her long legs all
the way up to her G-string. She placed her hand on the cop's hand and
began to run her fingers in small circles on it. "I'm sure we can
come to some sort of an arrangement," said the officer. "The only
problem is that my partner is a woman," he said. His hot gaze at my
mistress' crotch seemed to set her afire. Stacy pulled his hand to a
pert breast as she whispered something to the officer. He laughed and
returned to his cruiser. He was back in a matter of seconds. "My
partner said she would keep an eye on your friend while we negotiated
your ticket. Your friend will have to ride in the patrol car," he
said. "Dawn, you heard the nice policeman. Go sit in the car with
his partner. It's either that or we get hauled to the station, and
I'm sure you don't want that," she teased, placing her hot hand
between my thighs. The officer came around and opened the door for
me. I carefully slid out of the seat, tugged my skirt down and began
walking to the patrol car He slapped my ass as I began my trip. When
I reached the squad car, the passenger door opened and a voice barked,
"Get in!" As I settled down into the passenger seat and smoothed my
skirt down, both cars pulled out and headed to a secluded spot in a
downtown parking garage. The patrol car stopped at one end -- my
mistress parked at the other. I sat quietly with my hands in my lap.
"That pig," spat the police woman. "He's made a career of trading
tickets for pussy. You're lucky that you're not the one sucking his
cock dry right now." I couldn't have agreed more. She was an
extremely attractive lady. Her uniform was tailored to fit as though
it was a second skin. Her breasts pushed hard against the badges she
wore. The uniform slacks hugged her every curve. She caught me
appraising her body. The tension seemed to lessen as she smiled at me
and said, "I might be wrong, but, you don't seem to be the kind of
girl that goes for bribing men with her body." "You've got that
right," I whispered in response. “How about bribing a policewoman?
You'd be surprised how receptive a lady cop can be -- and not only to
the men," she said. "You might be disappointed and take it out on
me," I said. "Let me be the judge of that," she returned. "I'm not
that sure," I replied. "Let me put it this way, bitch. I can still
haul you and your slut friend's asses in to the slammer. It would be
our word against the word of two sleazy sluts. Now who do you think a
judge would believe" the lady cop snarled. I was beaten and I knew
it. I asked, "What do you want me to do for you?" "Lots of things.
But, There's not enough room in this cruiser. Get out of the car and
go over to that dark corner," she ordered, unlocking my door. My
legs trembled as I slid out of the car and walked shakily on the high
heels to the dark corner of the garage. The lady cop followed close
behind. I could feel her appraising my body as I moved unsteadily to
my fate. She removed her leather jacket and laid in down on the
ground. Then she removed her hand cuffs and night stick from her
belt. "Put your hand out," she ordered. I complied and she snapped a
cuff on my wrist and twisted my arm behind me. She grabbed my other
wrist and cuffed it behind me. "Get down on your knees," she said as
she slapped the back of my legs with the night stick. I sunk to the
ground immediately. My eyes lowered and my head hung in humiliation.
The officer would have none of that. She placed the stick under my
chin and forced me to look up at her. "You're going to eat me until I
cum. If you don't do well, I may still haul you in," she said as she
dropped her slacks and panties. Her hands grabbed my hair to pull my
face into her crotch. The force of her grip pulled off my wig. There
she stood, clothes around her ankles, holding my wig as I quickly
buried my face in her muff. "Well, I'll be damned. I had no idea
that you were a drag queen. No wonder you were so afraid of being
arrested. The boys at the jail would have a great time with a looker
like you," she said. There was no way I could afford to piss her off
now. I began tentatively lapping at her moist cunt. She roughly
pulled my head forward, forcing my face deep into he love pot. I
began to lick in earnest. "Mmmm," she moaned as I buried my tongue
deep in her pussy. She forced my face tighter to her crotch. My
tongue played a gentle tune around and over her throbbing clit.
"Ooohhh, you really know how to give head. That's it. Circle my
clitty with your tongue. I can feel my orgasm building," she breathed
heavily. Her thigh muscles tensed against my cheeks as I continued to
lap at her hot cunt. I knew I was getting close to taking her to
release when her knees began to buckle. She began bucking her hips
and grinding her groin against my face. "Aaaaiiieee. I'm so close.
Yes. Yes. I'm starting. Don't stop. Oh, God! I'm coming." she
screamed as she reached her pleasure peak. Her screams echoed through
the almost deserted garage. She quickly regained her composure,
pulled on her panties and slacks and smiled down at me. "That's some
of the best face fucking I've ever had," she said as she pulled me to
my feet and led me back to the car. My captor released the cuffs long
enough to reattach them in front of me. "Assume the position, bitch,"
she commanded, pushing me forward onto the hood of the car. My arms
strained in front of me and I tried to imitate the position as I saw
it in the movies. "Spread those legs," she said as she slapped my
outspread thighs with the night stick. My skirt rose -- exposing my
ass cheeks -- as I spread my legs as far apart as possible. Her hands
roughly squeezed my buns over my panties. She then pulled my black
hipsters down to my knees. My cock and balls pressed against the cold
metal of the hood. My ass stuck out for her inspection. "My, my! The
jailbirds will love that cute little ass of yours. You'll make some
brute named "Bubba" real happy to own you," she sneered and smacked my
exposed ass. "Please don't do that to me. Do whatever you want to
me. But, please don't turn me in," I pleaded. "Now, don't cry honey.
I'm just going to show you what they would do to you. It would be
stupid for me to give up a plaything like you, when I can enjoy all
you have to offer -- whenever I want to," she sneered. "Thank you
officer," I sobbed. Her one hand reached between my legs and
squeezed my cock while the other hand pressed the end of her the
six-inch handle of the night stick against my ass hole. The stick was
highly polished and smooth. It easily forced its way into my hole.
"AAAaaarrrggghhh!" I pleaded with her to stop. "Oh please. I can't
take any more." "You'll take as much as I can give," she said, pushing
the handle deeper into me. "Please! No more. You're tearing me
apart," I begged. She removed the stick and replaced it with a thin,
cold, metal flashlight. It was much smaller and she fucked my ass
steadily Her hand continued to stroke my swollen cock. "Oh! Oh!
Oooohhhh! I groaned aloud with every piston-like stroke in my hole.
"Oh, my God. My God, you're hurting me." She continued to slam the
flashlight into my ass. I could only squirm against the jackhammer
thrusts Pleasure eventually overtook the pain of my rape. Suddenly, I
heard the other patrol car engine start. I tensed against the
flashlight. The car began to approach our end of the garage. It
stopped about 10 feet from us and turned on its lights. Humiliation
and shame flooded my senses instantly when I realized that I was now
part of a show, a show being put on for the benefit of Stacy and the
male cop. The lady cop increased her assault on my ass and cock. I
was being fucked like a true bitch in heat. Stacy and the male cop
applauded my attacker and cheered her on until my cock exploded,
shooting cum onto the hood. "Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" My cock
convulsed uncontrollably. "Lick up that mess," she ordered as she
pulled the flashlight from my ass. Her hand forced my face into my
cum. I had no choice but to lick it up. My attacker placed my wig
back on my head, removed the cuffs and pushed me into Stacy's car.
The two of the "City's finest" pulled out of the garage and back on
patrol. I tried to smooth my clothes into place while Stacy left the
garage and continued on her way to the club. "I'll bet you really
surprised that dyke police lady," she said. "You must have pleased
her too .... or else your ass would belong to some prisoner by now."
Show and Tell
The rest of the drive was in silence. Stacy smiled at me from time to
time, occasionally stroking my legs Her hand cupped my crotch and
gently squeezed my cock. My panties were still moist from my workout
with the policewoman and my member showed no signs of life. Even
Stacy’s squeezing couldn't bring it to life. I was physically and
emotionally drained. "Just think, Dawn, the real fun hasn't even
started yet," she laughed. We parked in a lot about two blocks from
the meeting place and walked the crowded street arm- in-arm toward the
club. My slim, suede rose high up my thighs as I tried to walk on the
stiletto heels A few drivers honked and waved at us as they drove by.
Stacy made a point of waving back to all of them. "I'll bet some of
those guys are so horny that they wouldn't care that you have a dick
under those satin panties of yours," teased Stacy. "You haven't had a
real dick crammed into your mouth or pussy yet, have you?" "No, mam,"
I responded, shuddering at the thought of being violated in the
manner. "I may just have to remedy that situation for you. It will
make you appreciate us women even more." Finally, we reached the
entrance to the bar. Stacy paid our admission charge and we entered
the lounge area. What a sight! There were at least 50 of the most
attractive women in town sitting on sofas and love seats. "It's about
time you got here," one of them shouted at us as we took a seat near
the center of the room. Our presence signaled the start of the
meeting. One by one, each lady explained how she tortured her boss
into submitting into demands for raises, time off and other favors.
They discussed the size of their boss' cocks, their staying power and
their different tastes in lovemaking. Each secretary seemed to have
an insatiable carnal appetite and each one undoubtedly knew how to use
that appetite to get ahead in their positions. Finally, it was time
for Stacy to take part in the discussion. "I have discovered the best
way to tame a boss and get him under your total control," she
announced. "And with the help of my assistant Dawn, I will show you
how its done. Dawn would you come to the front of the room?" I slowly
got up from my chair and joined her in the center of the room. "Now,
you'll have to use your imagination and pretend that Dawn is my boss.
When our little demonstration is over, you'll see I have the best
method of taming a boss," she explained to the gathering. Stacy set
the scene explaining that she was in her boss' and that she was about
to take control of the situation. I sat at a table and chair that
were supposed to belong to the boss. "You know, I'm getting sick and
tired of how you treat me. I'm not your slave you know. The only
real reason you keep me around is so that you can stare at my boobs
when I enter the room and at my ass when I leave. It's about time the
tables were switched. If you ever want to sample my treasures you'll
do what I say." She instructed me to come around from behind the desk.
When I was standing in front of her, she embraced me and started to
rub against me. "I'll bet you'd love to have these hot breasts
pressed against your face," she said as she forced my face into her
cleavage. I was almost smothered by them and the intoxicating aroma
of her carefully placed perfume. Her hands cupped my buttocks and
pulled me tightly against her. She continued to grind against my
crotch. Then she roughly pushed me away and began to remove her
clothes. Stripped to her panties, garter belt, stockings and heels,
she presented a vision that created an air of sexual charge throughout
the room. She walked toward me, pushed on my shoulders and forced me
to my knees. Next, she pressed my face into her crotch. "Perhaps, if
you perform well today, I'll let you touch me again. If not, you will
only be able to dream about my sexy body," she said loudly while she
pulled down her wispy panties. Instinctively, the tip of my tongue
sought out her already distended clit. I lapped at her pinkies cunt
flesh. The smell of her fragrant juices began to fill the room and
her hips began to undulate in time to my licking. "Mmmm, yes, eat me,
eat me good if you ever want me again," she said. I continued my
tongue dance on Stacy's clit, oblivious to the fact that the crowd had
moved to within a few feet of my display. "Yes, suck me, suck the
juices from my snatch." Her juices oozed from her cunt in a drenching
flow. My tongue acted as a sponge. Stacy's body began to vibrate
with ecstasy I knew she wouldn't be able to take much more of my
assault on her clit. I continued to tongue-fuck her. Her hips
undulated against my face. "That's it baby do it! Oh, yes! Lick my
cunt good! You're making me cum. Soon! Soon," Stacy cried out,
"That's it, yes, yes ... Aaarrrggghhh!" Her knees buckled signaling
her orgasm. Still, however, she managed to maintain her position of
authority. "Not bad, asshole," she barked. The crowd cheered her
display of power. A member of the group responded, "It's easy to get
another woman to join you in a fantasy about enslaving a boss. It
still doesn't prove that you made it work on your boss." The rest of
the crowd agreed with the lady who questioned Stacy's ability and
power. Someone would pay for that mistake. I knew it would be me.
Stacy pulled me to my feet. I tried to smooth my clothing and looked
at my mistress. My eyes implored her not to expose me to this group,
many of whom I dealt with from time to time. It was not to be. "I'll
show you that it can be done," she announced, "and I'll show you right
now. Dawn, strip down to your lingerie for me." Reluctantly, I
removed my wool sweater and slim suede skirt. "I have such control
over my Dawn that I now keep a closet stocked with dresses, skirts,
blouses, wigs and makeup for Dawn's little emergencies." The group
was growing impatient with Stacy. "So what," they jeered. I now
stood in front of Stacy and her friends clad only in my black lace
underwire bra, panties, camisole, half slip, garter belt, silk
stockings and heels. My wiggled head hung low. "Dawn, please be kind
enough to remove your camisole and slip," she commanded more than
asked. The secretaries caught on immediately. "I can't believe it.
This is actually your boss dressed in lingerie," said one of them. My
escort motioned for them to see for themselves. One of the ladies
came forward and began to inspect me. She ran her hand over my body,
finally stroking the front of my panties. Unfortunately, I sprang to
life at her touch. "My God, it is him," she shrieked. In order to
prove her point, she pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing my
engorged cock to the throng. They all cheered Stacy, who totally
enjoyed the attention. She commanded me to pull up my panties and sit
in the corner while she explained the finer points of feminization to
her friends. Every once in awhile, one of the ladies would stray to
where I was sitting and taunt me. "Titless Pansy!" "Company Stud, my
ass!" "Sissy Boy!" "I'll bet you're not even good enough to be a
secretary." "How would you like it if I told my boss about you, you
little slut?" "Next time you visit my office, call ahead so I can meet
you in the ladies room for some fun first." A few sat on my lap,
teased me, and fondled me. "I'll bet you're real good at
(dick)tation," one whispered. It wasn't long before Stacy called me
back to the middle of the room. I stood in front of the group. My
eyes were closed to avoid their spiteful stares. Stacy opened her
purse and removed a variety of nipple clamps, butt plugs, vibrators
and other instruments of torture. The ladies took turns attaching or
inserting the sex toys on and in my body. They continued to tease and
taunt me all the while. The pain and humiliation became almost
unbearable. Still, my cock remained rock hard, pressing against the
fabric of my panties. "Would you look at that swollen clit," one
remarked, as she slapped at my stiff erection. My last bastion of
manhood shrank into submission behind its satin cover. Soon, the
inevitable happened. The secretaries formed a line and forced me to
lick all of them to orgasm. My tongue felt raw and coarse after the
long oral workout. Mercifully, closing time approached. Stacy
ordered me to get dressed for the ride home. We left the club as the
group applauded Stacy. In the car, she told me that I had behaved
like a perfect lady. "I just can't wait to tell Kayla about tonight,"
she shouted as she dropped me off in front of the apartment. Tears
welled in my eyes as I slowly walked into the building, entered the
elevator and rode in silence to my home. Fortunately, everyone was
asleep when I got there. I dropped, exhausted onto the bed and
immediately went to sleep. The next morning Kayla congratulated me on
my exhibition at the club. She seems to enjoy my situation more than
any of the women I serve. Rarely a day goes by that she doesn't find
some way to humiliate me. Our lunch time ritual consists of me
stripping to my lingerie and sitting on the floor with my back against
the low couch. When she enters the room, I must put my head back on
the soft cushion. She then comes to the couch, raises her skirt and
sits on my face, forcing me to lick her to orgasm. Fully satisfied,
she stands up, smooth her skirt and leaves the room without
acknowledging my existence. To be continued
Double Date
Lisa and Ellen were called out of town on a business trip and Stacy
convinced them to loan me to her for a few days. They packed my
suitcase and dropped me of at her apartment before leaving on their
trip. Stacy led me to my room and then had me clean the apartment. I
dusted vacuumed and cleaned house for about two hours before she
called me to her room to inform me that we were going out on a date
that evening ... on a double date ... with two men. She sensed my
fear. “Quit acting like a virgin cunt. I told you last week that I
thought it was about time for you to experience your first man. Well,
honey, tonight's the night." Stacy instructed me to take a shower and
begin dressing for the date. "I'll have your clothes ready for you.
Take your time, I want you to look especially sexy for your date with
Sean." "Not Sean Gent, Mistress Stacy," I implored. "That's
right, Sean Gent." "But why? You hate him and everything he stands
for," I asked. "That's exactly why. I intend to put him in his
place. And you're going to help me. Do you understand? "Yes,
Mistress Stacy." "Good, now go get ready." I resigned myself to the
fact that I had better please Stacy or Sean wouldn't be the only one
to experience her wrath. Stacy stuck her head into the bathroom while
I was showering and shaving. "Here. Use this too. I want you clean
inside as well as outside," she said handing me a douche bag. I gave
myself the rectal douche as commanded and entered the bedroom to
finish dressing. After applying my makeup, I combed out my wig and
began dressing. Stacy had selected my evening's wardrobe. The black
garter belt framed my freshly shaved crotch. I slid my black
stockings up my legs, making sure my seams were straight, and attached
the garters. My panties slipped easily up my shaven legs. To hide my
cock, I slipped a sanitary napkin in my panties. I inserted falsies
into my bra and bounced them in my hands. They really gave the
illusion of pert, bouncy breasts. She had chosen a sheer black
blouse, sheer enough to show off my sexy black bra. I stepped into
the mini-slip and pulled on the short red leather skirt. Pearl snap
on earrings, a necklace and bracelets on my wrist and an ankle
finished off the ensemble. I slipped my feet in the black pumps and
entered the den to meet Stacy. She was decked out in a short black
dress that was slit up to her waist, red stockings and black spike
heels. If she were a hooker, she would have made a million that night
the way she was dressed. While I was admiring Stacy, the door bell
rang. "Answer the door, Dawn, We mustn't keep our dates waiting,"
she stated. I quickly moved to the door, opened it and allowed our
dates to enter. Sean quickly grabbed me by the waist and planted a
wet, sloppy kiss on my painted lips. He roughly forced his tongue
into my mouth. I almost gagged. Thinking quickly, I gently pushed
him away and asked, "What's your hurry, stud. Don't you know that all
good things come to those who wait." I batted my false eyelashes at
him seductively. Stacy's date turned out to be one of the company
vice presidents. She greeted him with open arms and kissed him
passionately. They remained locked in their heated embrace while I
got our purses and walked toward the door. "Where are we going,
Sean?" I asked. His eyes were riveted on Stacy’s rear. Her dress
had risen high enough to expose her G-string covered loins. "Oh,
nowhere special. A quiet dinner. A little dancing and then back to
my place for a nightcap," he replied, still admiring Stacy's rear.
"Sounds good enough to me. Ready to go?" I placed my arm in Sean's
and led him out to the parking lot. Stacy finally broke her embrace
with her date and we climbed into Sean's car for the ride to dinner.
As soon as we were in the car, Stacy was, once again, all over her
date. Her performance was even getting to me. I decided to be a
little brave and slid across the seat next to Sean. "Boy, that Stacy
is one hot woman, I hope you don't decide to develop any passion
cramps tonight. I've been searching the building for you for more
than a week. You're one hard to find lady," he said as his hand
rested on my knee. "We'll see. We'll see," I said. I bravely placed
my hand in his lap. His bulge was already straining against his
slacks. For a moment, my hand froze in place. I couldn't believe
what I had just done. Then, I remembered Stacy’s warning .. "I'm
going to put him in his place and you're going to help me!" I patted
his crotch and returned my hand to my own lap. The drive to the
restaurant was mercifully short. We parked in front of the door.
Stacy and her date composed themselves and we exited the car and
entered the eatery. The waiter led us to a far corner and pulled out
the seats for Stacy and me. I had never had that done for me. It was
actually pleasant being treated that nicely. Stacy and I ordered
light salads and a bottle of white wine, while our escorts ordered
steak dinners. I quickly downed two glasses of the wine in search of
liquid courage. "I may need this big dinner to keep up my strength
for later," Sean joked as he slid his hand under the table and onto my
thigh. I smiled weakly and turned my attention to my salad. While I
nibbled on my salad and Sean awaited his feast, his hand was busily
working its way up my thigh. The drinks began to take effect and I
spread my legs a bit to allow him easier access for his expert
fondling. Sean's busy fingers reached my stocking top. Just as he
made contact with my bare flesh, I clamped my thighs on his hand,
fearing his reaction when he reached my crotch. How would he react to
the sanitary napkin? Even more important -- how would he react to
what the sanitary napkin was covering? I had to give Sean credit. He
was skillful. As soon as he felt my resistance, he snapped my garter
against my thigh flesh and got the reaction he wanted. My legs flew
apart. His hand slid up to cup my panties covered crotch. "What's
this?" he asked, squeezing the sanitary napkin. "Just a precaution,"
I replied. "I'm just finishing my period and I wanted to make sure I
was clean and fresh for you. Besides. I have other holes you can
stuff later." To prove my point, I slipped a celery stick between my
pursed lips and began sliding it in and out. Sean smiled at me
knowingly placed the celery down on my plate and slipped my hand under
the table. My fingers found his zipper and quickly pulled it down. I
snaked my fingers into the opening and squeezed his already rock-hard
erection. It felt monstrous in my hand. The thought of taking it in
my mouth or ass sent ripples of fear coursing throughout my body.
Time for another glass of wine. Sean mistook my fear as excitement
and placed his hand over mine and started pumping it up and down his
staff. I quickly released my grip on his penis, pulled up his zipper
and poured yet another glass of wine. I knew then I needed to numb my
senses even more. Fortunately, his dinner arrived and he turned his
attention, and his hands, to his meal. Stacy and her date steered the
post dinner conversation to office gossip. Sean knew it all. If
there wasn't a woman in the company he hadn't slept with, it was
probably an accident. He was proud of his exploits. "And they all
come back for more, Isn't that right Stacy?" asked Sean. "Whatever
you say, Sean. But, I think that you're going to find that Dawn is
something special," Stacy replied. A small band began to play what
Sean called "belly rubbin'" music. He took my hand and led me to the
dance floor. Immediately, his hands cupped my ass and pulled me
tightly against his crotch. I could feel the heat of his erection
even through my leather skirt. In the darkness of the dance floor, he
kissed me long and hard. He slipped his leg between mine, and before
the song was over, the pressure of his leg and the sanitary napkin on
my cock and balls was really uncomfortable. I still wasn't ready to
really respond. "Maybe a few more drinks" I told myself. The band
took a break and we returned to the table. Stacy and her date were
gone. I nearly freaked. Sean smiled knowingly and said, "I guess
they just couldn't wait any longer. He slid into the booth next to me
and ordered another round of drinks. I asked for a double scotch.
"Now, don't get drunk and pass out on me," Sean warned. I couldn't be
so lucky. A few more drinks. A few more dances. A few more drinks.
The alcohol had no effect on Sean. I finally had reached a state
where I was ready for anything -
- even Sean. "Time to party, baby. Let's get out of here and to my
place where we can get to know each other better," he said cupping
one of my falsies. He didn't notice anything wrong. Once we were in
the car, I became a little frisky. I slid closer to him and played
with his ear and rubbed his thighs and crotch over his trousers. We
finally reached his apartment. He took my arm and led me to the door.
In the doorway, he again pulled me to him, forced a leg between mine
and kissed me deeply. After all that alcohol, I found myself kissing
back and actually sucking his tongue into my mouth. He increased the
pressure against my crotch. "Mmmm! That's good. Let's get inside
where we can be more comfortable," I pleaded. I knew at that moment
that I would suck his cock. But, only if he would later bury it in my
hole. Once inside, I quickly moved to one of the couches and asked
Sean to pour me a drink. I made sure that my skirt was high enough on
my thighs to give him a view of my garters and bare thigh. Sean
poured our drinks, turned off all the lights but one and joined me on
the couch. I never got to finish my drink. Sean was ready. So was
I. I kicked off my shoes and curled my legs up on the couch. The
squirming caused my skirt to ride even higher. Sean had a great view
of my black panties. His cock threatened to burst out of his slacks
He put his arm around my neck and pulled my face to his. I opened my
mouth willingly this time. His tongue slid deep into my mouth. Sean
liked to call French kissing "upper persuasion for lower invasion."
And he was pretty persuasive. His hands found their way to my
breasts. He began kneading my falsies through my blouse. Before I
could stop him, he had my top three buttons open and was cupping my
bra cups. Thank God for the darkness. I needed to divert his
attention elsewhere. It was time to take matters into my own hands,
literally. "Whoa, lover! Slow down. We've got all night. Let me
help you of that suit," I breathed heavily into his ear. A few licks
of his ear lobe and a little neck nibbling convinced him I was right.
Getting up off the couch, I took Sean's hands and pulled him to his
feet. I slipped his jacket off and began to unbutton his shirt. I
felt him inhale deeply as I traced my painted nails across his bare
chest, occasionally pinching a nipple. His shirt soon joined his
jacket on the floor. Sean stood completely still, hypnotized by
my attention. As my hands sought out his belt buckle and zipper, I
lowered my head to his chest and sucked one of his nipples into my
mouth. I held it between my teeth and gently bit it. Just like a
woman's, his nipple began to harden and swell. The same attention was
paid to the other one. "Oh yes, baby! That's it. Suck it in. Suck
it hard. I've got something a lot bigger than that waiting for you,"
he gasped pressing my head lower. Once his slacks were open, they
immediately fell to his ankles. Prolonging the inevitable, I fell to
my knees and removed his shoes and socks before pulling his pants off.
I was afraid to look up at his crotch. I could feel the heat of his
arousal as his hardon throbbed above me. Sean was growing impatient.
"Come on, Dawn. I know your dying to slip those moist lips of yours
around my cock. It wants you too. It wants you really bad," he said.
I was dying all right. I was dying from fright -- the fear of sucking
what looked like a telephone pole into my mouth. Taking a deep breath
of fear and resignation, I raised my head to face my fate. "Pull down
my shorts baby. release my cock, Dawn. It wants to fill your hole --
all your holes," he said. I reached up and tugged on his waist band.
My hands pulled his underwear down. As the material uncovered his
swollen dick, it sprang free and proud, sticking a full nine inches in
front of his crotch. It was massive. It looked like a giant redwood
towering out of a forest. I looked at it in amazement. But not for
long. Sean placed both hands behind my neck and guided my face to its
target. In order to keep my balance, I cupped his butt in both hands.
This excited him even more. Without any more warning, he rammed his
blood-gorged member past my lips and half way down my throat. I had
to fight hard to keep from choking. It was hot in my mouth, nothing
like the cool latex dildos. This thing had a life of its own. In
order to tame it for awhile, I clamped my lips on it and began sucking
at a slow pace. "I knew those lips would feel great locked on my
cock. Suck me off, Dawn. Suck it all in," he moaned. It seemed to
grow even more as I gave my first blowjob. I thought I would surely
choke on it. Its head was massive. He moaned as I tried to take
it all in. "Relax your throat. You can take it all, “he groaned as
he rammed deep and hard into my mouth. The length of his staff was
buried. I could feel his crotch hairs tickle my face. His balls
bounced against my chin. The dick worked up and down my throat like a
piston. My head bobbed up and down on his tool. I reached up and
began to fondle his balls. I slipped a finger into his asshole at the
same time. Sean was now in a frenzy. "That's it Dawn. Suck me hard.
Squeeze my sack. I can feel my load building. It won't be long," he
moaned. Removing my finger from his ass, I slipped my hand under my
skirt and into my panties. I stroked, pumped and rubbed my cock in
unison with the rhythm of my cock sucking. My date was too lost in
his own pleasure to notice me masturbating myself to my own orgasm.
His hands were glued to my neck, forcing my mouth up and down his
turgid staff. His saliva- soaked cock moved easily across my pursed
and sucking lips. Suddenly, his thighs began to tense. His orgasm
was rapidly reaching its peak. "It's coming, Dawn. I hope you're a
swallower. I'm going to fill your mouth with my load. Suck it up my
rod, Dawn. That's better. More suction. More suction." And suck I
did. I could feel his load start its trip up his rod. Sean tried to
hold back. I bobbed faster, sucking at his core. His entire body
shuddered as he screamed out his release. "I'm coming! I'm coming.
Oh, Oh! I'm coming!" He held my face tightly against his crotch. My
lips were sealed against the base of his cock. Semen poured into my
mouth and down my throat. He seemed to spew his seed forever. I
gulped and gulped. But I still couldn't swallow all the semen fast
enough to keep it from seeping out between my clenched lips and down
to my chin. The vacuum I had created kept him rigid in my mouth for
moments after his release. Nature, however, ran its course and his
cock began to shrink between my lips until it simply slid out. Even
in its shriveled state, it was a large cock. I wanted him hard again.
Hard enough to fuck my ass. But, it didn't look like my fantasy would
become reality. Not for a while, anyway. Completely drained, Sean
fell back onto the couch and drifted into a deep sleep -- drained him
of his strength as well as his seed. While he rested, I poured myself
a fresh drink to wash down the salty semen aftertaste in my mouth. My
panties were moist from my pre-come fluid that was a result of my
masturbating. I needed release too. Judging from the shape Sean was
in at the moment, it would be a long time before he would be "up" to
servicing my needs. Could I risk pulling down my panties and beating
my own meat? What if he awakened and found my hand pumping my own
cock to orgasm? My thoughts drifted to Stacy. Why had she left?
Where had she gone. How was she going to "fix" Sean? Stacy was right
about a few things. Taking on Sean and his monster cock was really no
big deal. I felt no guilt. It was just another sex act. Sean just
happened to have a real cock instead of a rubber one. So what? The
silence was broken by a key being inserted in Sean's front door lock.
The door opened slowly. Who could it be? To my surprise and delight,
it was Stacy and her date. She ran up to me, hugged me and then
looked down at Sean's sleeping form. "I always told you that you gave
great head, Dawn," Stacy squealed. "I hope you didn't suck the life
out of him. It's time for a little payback." Questions poured out of
my mouth, ..."Where did you go? Why did you leave me?" What happens
next?" "Actually, your pleasure and Sean's humiliation," responded my
mistress. She explained that they were in the next apartment and had
filmed the entire evening's events. "We need to hurry. The camera is
still running and I still want to get some more hot action on film to
use against him." Sean's wrists and ankles were quickly placed in
restraints While Stacy’s date got Sean ready for whatever was in
store for him, Stacy joined me on the couch. "You were really great,
Dawn. I'll bet you were really turned on! Let me check out your
panties. I'll bet they're soaked," she said. I spread my legs wide
so that she could feel my wetness. They were really drenched with
pre- cum fluid. "Wow! You really are hot! Don't worry, honey.
You'll be taken care of real soon. You can ditch that sanitary
napkin, too." Stacy had a really wicked smile on her lips. I heard
yelling coming from another room. It was Sean's voice. He was upset.
Stacy led me to the bedroom. There we found Sean tied to a chair.
"What the fuck are you trying to pull? Cut me loose right now, you
cunt," he screamed at Stacy. "What was this ... a setup?" "You got
it, dude!" A look of terror crossed Sean's face. "As usual, you were
your normally selfish self and had Dawn suck you off and then ignored
her needs. You look great on tape too. She must have a great mouth.
I've never seen so many expressions of pleasure on a man's face
before." The captive Sean nodded in agreement. He told Stacy that I
gave the best head he ever had. "But, that leaves us with a problem.
Poor Dawn's panties are soaked and she needs her release." Sean stared
at Stacy, waiting for her to continue. Stacy had me stand in front of
Sean. I could hear the camera running through the thin walls. "Well,
Dawn, how would you like Sean here to please you? Would you prefer he
eat you out, or fuck your tight hole?" "I want him to fuck my ass, if
that's OK with you, Stacy. "Whatever you request, Sean will be glad
to oblige. Won't you Sean," Stacy replied, glaring at he helpless
captive. "It doesn't look like I have any choice," he barked back,
struggling at his restraints. "That's the first smart thing I've
heard from you in a long time," Stacy spat back. I was getting caught
up in this drama. "He doesn't seem too excited by this. What's the
chances of our adding a little excitement for him? I hope you still
have that two-headed dildo in your purse. Maybe we can have some fun
in the process," I said to Stacy, hoping my idea met with her
approval. Stacy smiled at me while she fished in her handbag and
produced the latex dong. She took my place in front of Sean for a
moment. My mistress/secretary parted the slit in her short, black
dress, exposing her red stockings, garter belt and G-string. She kept
her skirt parted and commanded Sean to pull down her G-string with his
teeth. Sean had no choice but to obey. Nobody understood his
position better than I. Her hairy crotch was inches from his face.
Stacy handed me the dildo and told me to place it in Sean's mouth so
she could mount it. It slid easily into Sean's mouth. I pressed it
in deeply against the back of his throat. "Relax your throat, baby.
You can take it all in," I repeated his earlier instructions. My
mistress spread her cunt lips and edged closer to Sean. I watched her
pussy envelope the cock a little bit at a time. She slapped Sean's
mouth. When he opened it to scream, she stepped back, freeing it from
his mouth. "He got it wet for you Dawn. That was really nice of him.
Are you ready for it now?" she asked. "Just a second." I turned my
back to Sean and began to undress. First came the blouse. The skirt
and mini-slip came next. Calmly, I walked to the foot of the bed,
pulled down the back of my panties, bent over and offered myself to
Stacy. "Let's show him we don't need a man's dick at all, Dawn.
Besides, we know that this cock will stay hard until we get off. Not
like our buddy Sean!" Stacy enjoyed mocking her prisoner. As she
approached my hole, I reached back and spread my cheeks to give her a
clear shot. My breath quickened in anticipation of her entry. The
dominant beauty plunged the dildo deep inside me and began to slowly
stroke my rear passage. I spread my legs even more as she worked the
dildo. Her pelvis pushed against my rear as she buried the
instrument of our pleasure. She paused for a few seconds to allow me
to get used to the cock, then began a slow, rhythmic pumping into my
receptive sheath. I decided to help Stacy receive more pleasure. On
one of her down strokes, I clenched my muscles down on the dildo,
trapping it my hole. Now she could ride it to orgasm. "Ooohhh! Ummm!
Well, Dawn, you really are becoming a considerate lover, “she said as
she began to slide up and down on the shaft. Sean watched in
amazement as we continued to fuck ourselves to orgasm. "Eat your
heart out Sean! That little dick of yours is only a little toy for
our amusement," Stacy said. All I could say was, "Mmmm! Ooohhh!
Aaahhh!" Stacy had slipped a hand around my hips and had begun to pump
my cock. I swelled quickly in her fingers. I clamped tighter on the
dildo. Stacy rode the dildo and pumped my cock. Our cries of
pleasure filled the room. "Yes, that's it! Pump harder. I'm coming!
I feel it now. Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Yesssss! I screamed my release and
shot my load onto Sean's satin sheets, Now it was Stacy’s turn to get
off! "Aaaiiieee! Soooo Gooooood! Now! Now! Yesssss! Yes!" Our
flesh met as our bodies rested. The dildo was still lodged in our
holes. Neither of us wanted to move. We were unwilling to give up
the feeling of fullness in our love canals. Sean continued to stare
in disbelief. "Does poor Sean want to play too?" Stacy asked him
while she removed the dildo from my hole. She played with his
erection, causing him to become even more excited. "Oh, yes. I
really want to pump my meat into Dawn's ass just like you did," he
pleaded. Stacy turned her attention to me. "Is that OK with you," he
pleaded. I know I can't measure up to the dildo." "I know," I said,
"I'm just curious to see if you know how to use that thing." I
whispered to Stacy, "besides that, you know I've never had a real cock
in me." Stacy laughed. "That's right. You're still a virgin in some
ways. Are you sure you want Sean to be the one to break your cherry?"
"He's here. I want it. If he's as good as I've heard, it might be
worth the experience," I replied. Stacy’s date came back into the
room and removed Sean's restraints. Sean quickly ran up to my resting
form and slipped his cock into my well lubricated hole. It slid in
easily. "Uuuggghhh!" I grunted at his unexpected penetration. His
hands grabbed my hips and he began methodically fucking my ass. While
I began to pick up his rhythm, I heard a loud scream escape his lips.
"Aaaiiieee!" Stacy had managed to sneak up on Sean and roughly buried
the dildo in his ass. His scream was not one of pleasure. It was
pure pain. "Everybody gets fucked in this party," Stacy shouted.
"Relax Sean, your ass will get used to my strokes." She was right, of
course. Sean concentrated on fucking me and blocked out the pain of
his own rape. In his excitement, he slipped his hands from my waist
to my crotch. His hand finally made its discovery. He removed it as
though he had touched a hot stove. "What the fuck. You're a fucking
man. I'm fucking a fucking guy." "And you're loving every second of
it, you asshole. And I have it on tape," announced Stacy
triumphantly. As she finished her sentence, four people strode into
the room. I knew them all too well. And I knew all too well what was
next for Sean. Mistresses Lisa, Ellen, and Kayla were led into the
room by Mistress Lynn. "Hello Dawn. You're looking better than
ever," my first mistress said. "Thank you, Mistress Lynn. You're as
beautiful as ever. How may I serve you?" My reply pleased her. "Not
tonight honey. Tonight, we are going to initiate Sean into our very
exclusive club. You had better run along home. Take Sean's car. He
won't be needing it." Stacy pulled Sean out of my tight hole and they
restrained him to the bed posts. As I walked through the door, I
realized that by Monday, Stacy would have her very own love slave and
I would have a new friend. Her name would be Shawn.
The shopping Spree
My life at home can be equated to that of a live- in maid. I see to
the needs of Lisa and Ellen. I cook, clean and iron.. I draw their
baths, sometimes washing and drying their lithe bodies. Sexually, I
am like one of their many sex toys. They use me when they are in the
mood. Otherwise, I am left pretty much to myself. Whenever we throw
a party or attend one, I wear my maid's costume and cater to the whims
of all the guests. This is usually the only time, except when I make
them angry, that I am forced to wear any restraints. I guess it
serves to others as a symbol of my servitude to them. I have really
become accustomed to my new role and doubt that I would try to escape
my situation. Most of the everyday pressures have been taken away.
They pay all the bills and keep up our home. All I have to do is work
and do those few domestic chores I'm assigned to do. The greatest
benefit of all this, of course, is being exposed to so many women and
having the opportunity to sexually satisfy them in a number of ways I
never knew existed. My wanting to please them has become so intense
that I can now orgasm without my cock being stroked or enveloped in a
woman's pussy or ass. Yes, the excitement of crossdressing in public
is a definite turn on. Having women talk to me as if I were just "one
of the girls" has given me a keen insight into their wants, needs and
innermost feelings and fantasies. The biggest disadvantage is that
they control my every waking moment. Whenever I rebel, they humiliate
me to the point that I become even more subservient to them. "Them"
has grown to about a total of 20 women who actively affect my life
inside our home and at the office. My days of being dominated turned
into weeks, then months. I couldn't even escape this mental and
physical captivity at work. Kayla and Stacy saw to that. My Dominas
enrolled me in aerobics classes and a private ballet class. All this
exercise, plus the sexual gymnastics they put me through, resulted in
a 40 pound weight loss and about four inches off my waist. Other than
the lingerie they made me wear, nothing I had (masculine or feminine)
to wear fit any more. "Well, Dawn, it seems your exercise program is
reaping its rewards. You've really slimmed down from a fat old cow to
a trim lady," announced Mistress Lisa. I blushed in embarrassment.
It did feel better to have lost the weight, no matter what the reason.
"I think we should reward Dawn with a shopping spree. She must get
tired of looking in her closet every day and thinking that she just
doesn't have a thing to wear," laughed Mistress Ellen. The three of
us piled into the car and drove to the mall. I, of course, was
dressed fully as a woman. My two escorts stopped numerous times to
talk to friends, introducing me as their new roommate, and inviting
them to visit our home. When we entered the first boutique, they led
me directly to the lingerie section. "Don't be shy, Dawn. If you're
going to feel sexy, you have to look sexy," whispered Mistress Lisa.
Now that I had shed the inches, it was easier to buy a wider variety
of lingerie. My partners totally enjoyed themselves as they selected
my undies. They bought me fancy hipsters, bikinis, string bikinis and
tap pants. Everything was silk, satin, nylon or lycra -- no cotton
whatsoever. Cotton isn't sexy enough for you," said Mistress Lisa.
The panties, bras, garter belts, teddies, camisoles, nightgowns and
stockings presented no problem. I did, however, have to try on the
corsets and other body shapers. If they had two-way mirrors in the
dressing rooms, I'm sure they were surprised to see my erection
sticking out of my bikini panties as I tried on each item. Finding
shoes that fit turned out to be no problem at all. By this time, I
was feeling a little silly because of all the attention I was
receiving. Whenever I tried on a pair of shoes, I was sure to spread
my legs wide enough so that the sales clerks got a good view of my
panties. A few of them began to feel their way up my legs while
helping me step into the heels and pumps. I began to get really
excited from all this touching and feeling. First it was the sales
girls smoothing the dresses over my chest and crotch. Then the shoe
sales people looking up my skirt or playing with my legs. We spent
the entire afternoon trying on lounge wear, sleep wear, dresses,
skirts, blouses, evening gowns, even a bridal ensemble. They even
treated me to a collection of accessories, including jewelry, belts,
hats and handbags. Everything, with the exception of the wedding
gown, was black or red. The next stop was a beauty salon where I was
treated to a facial, manicure and pedicure. Since it was a private
salon, my wig was removed and my hair was restyled in a unisex cut.
The next two hours were spent in makeup and skin care classes. The
beauticians fussed over me like I was a celebrity. They poured me
glass after glass of champagne while they worked their magic. I
noticed that I was the only customer and that the shades had been
closed. Really thankful that no one could just walk in, I relaxed and
began to really enjoy the attention. "Well, Dawn, we've paid for all
of this today. It's time that you showed your appreciation by giving
these ladies the tip," said Mistress Ellen. "But, mistress, I have
no money for a tip." "That's not the kind of tip we want," said one of
the beauticians as she strapped my arms to the chair and bent it
almost completely back. "We want the tip of your tongue." I heard the
sound of zippers being lowered and then the rustle of clothes being
removed as the beauticians began forming a line at the head of the
chair. For the next two hours, I licked and sucked the entire beauty
parlor staff to an orgasm. My face was engulfed by blonde, brunette
and shaved pussy. Their juices ran over my face until I thought I
would truly drown in their nectar. The experience proved too much for
me and I came violently in my panties. Mistress Lisa spotted my wet
panties and informed me that I would later be punished for coming
without permission. With the chair pulled back and my legs in the
air, my skirt had risen to my waist, exposing my frilly panties. "We
really should do something about those cunt hairs sticking out around
Dawn's panties," said the beauty shop manager. "Why don't we throw in
a free pussy shave since Dawn was such a good tipper?" Before
returning the chair to its upright position, my panties were removed
and one of the ladies shaved my entire crotch area smooth. I almost
came again as one lady held my cock and another handled my balls,
moving them out of the way of her razor. Mistress Lisa then slipped a
butt plug in my ass and handed me a fresh pair of panties. "This
should teach you to satisfy yourself without permission, you little
slut," she said. I was then let out of the chair. As we left the
beauty shop, one of the girls shouted, "Come back and see us again
Dawn. We love working for tips." The end!!!
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