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Nancy Gets Back - Ch 7

Disclaimer:  This story contains adult material and themes, non-
consensual sex and graphic language.  It is intended for adults only.
If you are under the age of 18, you should not be reading this story.

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Our "hero" is a professional man who has gotten himself in trouble
with Nancy and her friend Tina.  He angered Nancy, who works as a
receptionist for a stockbroker by ogling and generally acting
typically male during a recent visit to his broker.  Nancy and Tina
got their revenge by tricking him into a compromising position and
recording it on film.  They intend to continue to humiliate him as a
way of teaching him a lesson and altering his behavior towards women.

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       As I stood there in the parking lot of the shopping center, I
began to shiver from the cold.  It wasn’t really that cold, but I
wasn’t wearing much in the way of clothes either.  And the whole
front of my slip dress was soaked with my own come.  My makeup was a
mess from the blow job I had just given to the cabdriver Bill.  The
parking lot was about half full, but the area where I was standing was
about as far from the buildings as you could get and there were no
cars close by.  I had no money and my keys were back in Nancy’s
apartment.   It was about a four mile walk to her place and several
more to mine.  I couldn’t think of any way that I could get help for
my predicament.  There was no way I was going into the mall!  In my
current state, it was pretty obvious I was a guy dressed in women’s
clothes and I doubted I would get much sympathy.  The way I looked, I
would probably get arrested.  

       Since I could think of nothing else to do, I started to walk
back to Nancy’s apartment.  I figured my only hope was to get back
there and wait for my mistress to return, then beg forgiveness and
hope she would take me back.  I harbored a faint hope that she might
relent and let me off the hook.  I had certainly learned my lesson.
Strangely, I worried that she would consider that she had taught me my
lesson well and would cast me off.  Deep down, I wanted to continue to
serve her and I was distressed that she might really be angry at me
for my failure with Bill.  I wanted to please her!  

       I reached the street and turned in the direction of Nancy’s
apartment.  I had only walked about a quarter of a mile and the high
heels I was wearing were already torturing my feet.  It was another
lesson in the trials of being female in a male dominated world.  It
occurred to me that no woman would ever elect on her own to wear such
fiendish shoes.  As I tottered along, cars whizzed by me on the road.
Occassionally someone would honk their horn or call out something as
they passed, but I was too wrapped up in my own misery to pay much
attention.  Then a van rolled up to the curb next to me and stopped.
It was one of those conversion vans with darkly tinted windows and I
could not see inside.  The passenger side window came down and an
attractive woman leaned out and called to me.  “Do you need a lift,
honey?”

       I was torn between the desire to get off my feet and avoid an
hour of torture in my heels getting back to Nancy’s and the certain
knowledge that this woman would immediately recognize me for what I
was as soon as I got close to her or spoke.  The prospect of saving
myself the walk won out and I smiled at her and went up to the van.  I
could now see that the driver was also a woman.  In this case however,
she was not attractive in the usual sense.  She was a big woman, heavy
and strong.  Both of these women were dressed as if for a night out.
The driver in a dark pants outfit, the passenger in a light biege
dress which showed her figure off well.  She reached back and slid
open the rear door of the van and I climbed in without a word, hoping
that I would be able to recede into the darkness and might avoid
detection as a man in woman’s clothing.  

       As soon as I was seated, the van moved off.  “Where are you
heading?” asked the driver.  

       Now I was faced with certain detection.  So far, in the
darkness of the evening and in the gloom in the back of the van, the
women had not recognized me for a man.  I knew as soon as I spoke, I
would be revealed, and I dreaded it, but knew there was no option.  I
had to speak if I was ever to get back to Nancy’s.  Strangely, I
didn’t think to give them directions to my own apartment.  I had
become so immersed in my subservience to Nancy that escape no longer
beckoned me.  In a quivering voice, I gave the driver Nancy’s
address.  

       At the sound of my voice, both women turned to look at me.
They each inspected me briefly, then looked at each other wordlessly.
I expected them to break out laughing, but instead, the passenger
turned to be and said “You’re a little out of your neighborhood,
aren’t you?”  

       I wasn’t sure what she meant.  She went on saying “we don’t
get too many transvestites in Queens.  Shouldn’t you be downtown?”  

       “I’m not really a transvestite,” I replied.  “It’s a very
long story.”

       As we drove on toward’s Nancy’s apartment, I recounted a
brief history of my travails with Nancy and Tina.  I told the two
women that, while the whole experience had been very humiliating, I
had come to a greater understanding of the often unfair and degrading
treatment that women get frequently in our male dominated society.
Nancy had indeed taught me a lesson.  Not only that, she had
introduced me to a whole new way of expressing myself sexually, as a
humble servant to the sexual needs of a woman, rather than as a
predatory man in search of his own sexual satisfaction.  

       We were nearing Nancy’s building as I finished my story.  The
van pulled to the curb and both women looked back at me speculatively.
“So you’re telling us that you now understand that women are your
superiors and that you will take that into account in all your
relationships with women?” asked the driver.  

       “That’s right,” I said.  “I haven’t quite figured out how
it all fits together with the rest of my life, but it seems clear to
me that not only is there some justice in men serving women, it also
seems to fill most of my own needs much better than the life I was
leading before.”

       “I’ld love to meet this Nancy,” said the driver.  

       At that, the passenger reached into her purse and pulled out a
small notebook and a pen.  She wrote something on a sheet of paper
which she tore out of the book and folded over.  She handed the note
to me and said “Give this to your mistress when she gets back.  You
are not to read it.”

       I took the note and slipped it into my bra.  “Yes ma’am,” I
said.

       “Good boy, well, we have to get going.  Maybe we’ll see you
again sometime,” she said.  She had a small grin on her face as she
said this which I presumed had something to do with the note she had
given me.  

       I got out of the van and stood on the sidewalk outside Nancy’s
apartment building.  The note in my bra seemed to burn my skin.  The
van drove off and the two women waved at me as they sped away.
“Well, now what,” I asked myself.  I looked around for a place where
I could wait that would be out of sight but where I could see the
entrance to the building.  I found a doorway to a closed shop accross
the street and settled in to wait.  The evening was getting decidedly
cooler and I was very cold.  I hugged my arms around myself trying to
keep warm.  I must have drifted off into a half sleep, leaning against
the wall.  I was startled back to full awareness by a sharp poke in
the belly.  I found myself staring into the blazing eyes of Tina.

       “Well, I see you managed to find your way home dickhead,” she
spit out.  “You are in deep trouble.  Get your ass inside.”

       I didn’t see Nancy or Scott anywhere around.  I started to ask
where they were but Tina cut short any questions with a look so fierce
I was actually afraid.   We marched across the street and went inside.
As we rode up in the elevator, I stole a look at Tina.  She seemed
really pissed.  She gave me a look that combined controlled anger with
a hint of amused contempt.  I shook from a mixture of cold and fear.  

       We reached Nancy’s floor and got off the elevator.  There was
a guy waiting for the elevator as we came off and he stared at me with
slack jawed amazement.  I must say that I looked frightful.  How else
could I have distracted a red blooded American man from the saucy and
sexy Tina?  We came to Nancy’s apartment and Tina opended the door.
I entered without stopping and found the apartment empty.  It seemed I
was alone with Tina.  Now I was quite overcome by a flood of mixed
emotions.  I had gotten myself into this mess by a series of
transgressions with Nancy.  The penance I was paying was for those
sins.  It had nothing to do with Tina, except that she had obviously
been the one to advise Nancy on how to get her revenge.  I felt I owed
nothing to Tina except for what was desired by Nancy.  Now my mistress
was not here.   How should I behave with Tina.  Was I still expected
to be submissive to her?   She obviously thought so.  

       Tina turned to me and scowled.  “We came back to the parking
lot to get you because Nancy felt sorry for you.  When we couldn’t
find you, Nancy said you had gone home  She obviously still hasn’t
figured out what power she has over you.  I think Nancy has had enough
of this game.  She thinks you’ve learned your lesson.  I bet her that
you would come back here eventually.  I think you like being a slut.
Here’s the deal we made.  If you went home, you were off the hook.
If you came here, Nancy gives you to me.  You know you don’t have any
real options, because of the pictures we have.  I will use them if I
have to.  So now you belong to me.  You think you’ve had it tough so
far, you haven’t begun to suffer.”

       I couldn’t believe my ears!  I hadn’t done anything to Tina.
I didn’t deserve this.  Nancy had had her revenge.  This wasn’t
fair.  

       My stunned expression brought an evil smile to Tina’s face.
“Figured it out now needle dick?”  

       She was right, though.  The pictures Nancy and Tina had taken
were still in Tina’s possesion.  They could still ruin me.  I was
just as caught now as I had been before.  Only now I was in the power
of a mistress more demanding and cruel than I had ever imagined.  “If
Nancy gives me to you, I’ll obey you.   But I want to hear it from
her directly,”  I said.  I still held out the faint hope that it was
all a joke.  Part of the weekend’s planned events.  

       Tina’s face darkened in anger.  “You don’t believe me?
Fine.  But let me tell you something, this is your first disobedience,
and after you get the word from your FORMER mistress, it will be the
first thing you are punished for.   And because you made me wait to
punish you, it will be very severe.  You understand?”

       I swallowed nervously.  “Yes,”  I answered softly.

       “Yes, what?” Tina hissed.

       “Yes Miss Tina,” I choked out.  

       “I promise you something.  When I’m finished with you, you
will never look at a woman the same way again.  I am going to teach
you some real respect.”

       Somehow, I knew she was right.

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