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Subject: STORY: "Party Pink" (F/m, S&M, oral/anal, cross-dressing)
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Party Pink


Tony had a longtime fantasy he wanted to fulfill.  His wife had gone
out of town to visit relatives.  Taking advantage of his new found
freedom, we made reservations for two to a local S&M party held every
weekend at a crumbling old Victorian that had been converted into a
dungeon.   

Of course, we had to have the right party clothes.  We went to a store
on Haight Street that sells attire for strippers and prostitutes. Tony
picked out a see-through white-mesh mini-dress.   He already wearing a
pink satin thong, the shimmering fabric nicely complemented the dress.
I could tell Tony was turned on by his reflection in the dressing room
mirror.  I stood behind him, rubbed my breasts against his back and
stroked his penis while he watched our reflection. I told him not to
touch it for the rest of the day; only when he peed, and then only two
shakes.  I pinched the tip of his penis, causing him to draw his
breath sharply, and told him if I caught him masturbating his
punishment would be severe.  He nodded vigorously.  I continued
rubbing his penis and balls,  until his excitement grew to a peak.
Then, I abruptly stopped and gave him a smack on the ass, and told him
to get dressed in his regular clothes. 

 After visiting a few specialty shoe stores, we found a pair of 6-inch
stilettos in the same shade of pink.  San Francisco is a great city to
live in if you’re looking for high heels in large sizes. 

On the way to Tony’s house, we picked up champagne and a bottle of
bubble bath.  Tony wanted to shave his legs, and I convinced him it
would be better for me to do it.  We passed a joint back and forth,
and drank a few glasses of bubbly while the bathtub filled with water.
When the tub was full, Tony and I stepped in.    I took a soapy
washcloth and worked it all over his body, lingering at his crotch.
He moaned when I used the soapy washcloth to stroke his penis,   which
was hard as a rock.  I stroked him and told him not to come, he
wasn’t allowed to come until that party tonight.  

I told to get on his hands and knees, and he did so eagerly, spreading
his legs for me.  I made him wait until I saw goosebumps appear, I
knew his bottom was getting cold, up in the air like that.  He turned
and looked at me imploringly, and arched his back, offering his ass to
me.  I gave him a hard smack on the ass, and told him to bring his
knees together and look straight ahead.  He obeyed.  I wet his bottom
with water from the bath and spanked him, harder this time,
admonishing him for being so impudent, for even suggesting what I
could and could not do to him.   He whimpered as my hand slapped his
wet bottom, he’d never felt the sting of a wet spanking before.  When
his bottom was nicely reddened, I told him to get up on his knees and
wring out the washcloth.  He dropped the washcloth several times, in
nervous anticipation of what was to come.  I gave him a hard smack on
the ass each time he dropped it. His hand trembled when he handed the
washcloth back to me.  I stretched the washcloth out, and wet it
halfway.  I ordered Tony back on his hands and knees again.  I whipped
the washcloth across his ass and the back of his thighs, repeatedly,
swinging harder with each successive stroke.   When Tony began to sob
and tuck his bottom under him, squeezing his cheeks together, I
ordered him to give his ass to me.  He knew this meant he was to
spread his legs as far as he could, and arch his back as he had
earlier.  Unfortunately, the tub was rather narrow, and even with his
knees apart as far as they could go, I didn’t have as clear a view of
his asshole as I wanted.  I told him to reach around with both hands,
and pull his cheeks apart.  He could rise up part way, but was to bend
over as much as he could.  Tony obeyed, his knees slipping a little at
first.  I gave him another smack with the washcloth, and he found his
balance.  This was an awkward position for him in the tub, I enjoyed
making him hold it for a few minutes while he anticipated my next
move.

I sat on the edge of the tub and put my middle finger into my very wet
pussy.  I traced the finger around Tony’s anus, and he moaned with
pleasure.  I pressed against it, teasing him, making him think I was
going to penetrate him, but didn’t.  His penis was rock hard,
moistened my hand with the juice from my pussy and lightly trailed my
fingertips on the underside of his cock.  He sighed deeply, and lost
his grip on his bottom cheeks.  I told him this called for another
washcloth-whipping, and pushed him back down on all fours.  I wet the
washcloth again and aimed it between his cheeks this time.  The wet
end of the washcloth slapped against his anus and the underside of his
balls.   When his whimpers turned into open-mouthed cries, I dropped
the washcloth and told him to stand up.  

Tony stood before me, trembling and wet as I sat on the edge of the
tub.  I licked the tip of his hard cock, a quick, light lick that made
him groan loudly.  He had been erect for most of the bath, and I could
see he desperately wanted a release.  I lathered up the lower half of
his body with shaving cream.  He murmured a half-hearted protest when
I spread the shaving cream over his crotch.  I pinched his bottom and
told him if he wanted to be a real girl, all the hair below his waist
would have to go.  His erection never faltered, even as I wisked the
safety razor over his balls.  

Tony’s upper body was thin but muscular, he had a boyish, hairless
chest.  It took a long time to remove all the hair from his legs and
crotch.  When we were done, I stood and stepped out of the tub, and
told him to rinse himself off.   As Tony showered briefly, and emerged
clean-shaven, his erection still jutting out before him.  I could have
hung a plant off his penis, it was rock hard.  When Tony reached for a
towel to dry him self, I reprimanded him; I hadn’t given him
permission.  I ordered him on his knees, on the tile floor, dripping
wet.  He knelt before me and toweled of my legs, which were still damp
from the bath.  After my legs were dry, I pushed his head down until
it was near the floor.  He knew the signal, and kissed my feet over
and over again, reverentially, until the water droplets on his back
had evaporated.  Only then did I allow him to dry himself off.  

The chill of the drying water reduced Tony’s penis into a frightened
pink shrimp.  I told him he had to clean out the bathtub and wipe the
floor, on his knees, keeping his legs spread wide apart.  He swallowed
hard and began to murmur some excuse.  I told him if he failed to give
me a clear view of his privates while he cleaned, I would shackle his
ankles to a spreader bar, forcing his legs wide apart.  This would
make the task much more difficult, and of course a punishment would
follow.  Tony quickly sank to his hands and knees with his legs spread
wide, voluntarily.  I allowed him to put a towel under his knees while
he cleaned, and he thanked me and kissed my hands and feet.  Tony
cleaned the bathroom quickly, his ass open, cock and balls dangling
for me to see, with admirable efficiency and grace. 

When the bathroom was cleaned, I gave Tony permission to put on his
new clothes.  The silky thong felt especially luxuriant against his
newly-shaven skin.  He put the white-mesh dress on, and admired
himself in the mirror.  I pinched his nipples and scolded him for
taking too many loving looks at himself as I helped him apply makeup.
We found a lipstick that matched the same pink of his thong and shoes.
The final touch was the long, curly wig; Tony was transformed from a
dark, handsome boy to a sexy blonde vixen.  

My own clothes were more pedestrian.  I wore one of Tony’s suits and
a tie.  I slicked back my shoulder length hair, and tied it in a
ponytail.  I wasn’t nearly as convincing a man as Tony was a woman,
but Tony was overjoyed and told me I looked stunning.  As Tony put on
his coat, we shared another joint and had a final glass of champagne.
He’d eaten nothing that day, his stomach was too full of butterflies
in anticipation of the party.  He wobbled in his new heels and I
allowed him to hold my arm for security as we walked to the car. 

We arrived at the party a little after 10 p.m.  Tony was nervous and
excited, he kept checking his make-up in the rearview mirror, making
it difficult for me to drive.  When I told him he was not only going
to be punished for touching my mirror, but humiliated as well, he
squealed with delight.  

The house was dimly lit and crowded with people.  I allowed Tony to
remove his stiletto heels to walk down the steep stairs to the dungeon
in the basement.  There was a rack, stocks, a sling, and even bunk
beds.  The dungeon was nearly empty, except for two other men in drag.    

I led Tony to a floor-to-ceiling  iron cage against the wall at the
far side of the room.  I was drawn to the cage by the mirror inside; I
knew how much Tony liked to watch himself.  Using a thick rope, I tied
Tony standing up, , to the outside of the cage.  I tied his arms over
his head, and his legs as far apart as they could go.  I told him not
to take his eyes of the mirror in the cage, and soon he was bursting
out of his pink thong.  

Several drag queens gathered to watch; Tony could see them in the
mirror.  I lifted up his dress, pulled his thong to the side, and
fingered his ass and told him that I was going to whip him good and
hard, and afterward, let everyone watching take turns fucking him in
the ass.  By the way he squirmed and protested, but I knew he really
loved the idea.  

I tucked the hem of his dress into the waistband of the thong, and
whipped him with a long leather flogger until his bottom was bright
red.  I switched to a small, sharp whip and snapped it on his inner
thighs and at his crotch, until he begged me to stop.  I played with
his nipples and stroked his chest, and asked him what he would do to
please me.   He said “Anything, anything.”  He was breathing hard.  

I untied him and told him to get on the floor, on his and knees.  I
pushed his dress up, and told him to keep it up, or else he’d get a
spanking.  I forced his legs apart, snapping at his inner thighs with
the small whip.  I ordered him to crawl to the wall at the end of the
room, in front of all the drag queens who were watching, and crawl
back. With a hard smack on the ass, I said, “Go!”  One of the drag
queens, a tall redhead, couldn’t take her eyes off him, her eyes
followed Tony’s ass back and forth across the room.  

I took a riding crop from the bag, and when he returned, kneeling at
my feet, I told him to lean his torso back and rest his weight on his
hands.  When he did, I stood over him and caressed his nipples, his
cock and balls with slow strokes of the crop.  Then I slapped his
nipples with the end of the crop, until he gasped in pain.  Then I
told him to reach down with his hand, and pull down his thong.  I
wanted him to hold his balls out for me while I whipped them.   Tony,
hesitated, eyes wide.  I slapped him across the face, hard and told
him to strip naked.  While he undressed, I whipped him with the crop,
scolding him for not obeying me, telling him to move faster, faster.
When he was naked except for the pink stilettos, I ordered him to
assume the same position; kneeling while leaning back on his hands.  I
told him not to disappoint me, and ordered him to hold his balls out
for me again.  He complied quickly this time, supporting himself with
his left arm while cupping the balls in his right hand.  I whipped his
balls and his erect penis lightly at first, then harder, until I saw
him trembling to hold his position.  I asked the redheaded drag queen
if she’d like to play; she smiled broadly.  I handed her the riding
crop and asked her to place it on the floor at the far corner of the
room.  I told Tony he was to crawl again, naked this time, with his
legs spread apart,  while a growing crowd of people watched.  He was
to bring the riding crop back in his mouth, and if he left teethmarks,
he was going to get the beating of his life.  

As Tony crawled, I asked the redhead  if she or her friends would like
to join.  A slender Black cross-dresser in a gold mini-skirt stepped
forward.  We all formed a line in front of the cage, waiting for
Tony’s return.  I told Tony to kneel before the redhead at the far
left. I told Tony he was going to work his way down the line, pleasing
each one of these ladies.  That shocked him, I could see him swallow
even as he held the crop in his teeth.  He crawled on his knees before
the Redhead. She held out a well-manicured hand for the crop, and he
placed it in her palm.  The Redhead looked at the crop handle, and
made tsk-tsk sounds, and showed me the teethmarks.  We agreed he
deserved a harsh punishment.  The Redhead had brought a thick wooden
board; she told Tony to stand up and grab his ankles.   The Redhead
had a good arm, soon Tony was yelping loudly.  After Tony counted off
twenty good whacks, thanking The Redhead after each one, she patted
him on the bottom and told him to move on.  

The second lady-in-waiting, Black Beauty, said that Tony made too much
noise, and needed a gag.  I searched through our bag of toys and found
an inflatable gag  (a gag with pump-like mechanism to inflate the
mouthpiece) Beauty put the gag on Tony, and inflated the mouthpiece
until Tony raised his hand for her to stop.   Looking deep into his
eyes, she stroked him until he was fully erect, and then tied a pink
gift-wrapping ribbon tight around his cock and balls, making a bow.
Beauty told Tony to go upstairs and fetch a chair, and his cock better
be hard when he came back.  It was.  

Tony brought back the chair and put it down where Beauty directed him.
She bent him over the back of it, and sliced a long, bamboo cane
through the air.   When Tony reflexively tightened his bottom cheeks
together at the “swoosh” sound, Beauty gave him a spank, and told
him to hold still.  Beauty administered only a few cane strokes before
Tony was screaming against the gag and kicking up his legs.  


Beauty told Tony to get up.  I could see wet streaks of tears around
his eyes.  I told Tony he had disappointed me again, failing to hold
still for his punishment.  Beauty said another position might be more
effective and told Tony to turn the chair around.  She ordered Tony to
kneel on the seat of the chair with his hands on the back and his
bottom jutting out.  Tony complied, trembling slightly.  His back was
bright pink, and his bottom was deep red.  I could see about half a
dozen welts from Beauty’s cane.  Redhead held Tony’s hands down as
Beauty applied the cane again.   Tony flinched and struggled to hold
his position.  Beauty punctuated her cane strokes with hand-slaps to
Tony’s balls and harsh tugs on his penis, while Redhead whispered
“Hold still...uh-oh I saw that!  You better hold still!” into
Tony’s ear.  Tony had to be reminded of proper positioning several
times; each stroke of the cane made him draw his legs slightly
together and tuck his bottom in.  When his ass and thighs were
criss-crossed with welts, Beauty allowed him to stand up and remove
the gag.  I could tell by the contour of Tony’s mouth that his jaw
ached.  

Beauty ordered Tony to his knees and tied his hands behind his back.
She pulled his head under her mini-skirt, and pushed Tony’s face into
her crotch.  Then she pulled Tony’s head away, and put a condom in
his mouth and told him to put it on with his teeth.  Tony had to put
the condom packet on the ground to tear it open with his teeth.  He
spent several miserable minutes with his head on the floor, bottom in
the air, struggling to open the packet while the three of us berated
him for his clumsiness.  Finally, Beauty  mercifully stepped on one
end of the packet so he could tear it open with his teeth.  Tony took
the condom out with his lips and lifted himself up halfway before
dropping it.   Beauty chided Tony, stroking his be-ribboned cock while
Redhead pinched his nipples and threatened him with another paddling
if he dropped it again.  Tony dropped the condom several times before
he was able to get it on Beauty’s cock.  Beauty helped him unroll it
onto her cock,  and made Tony suck it while the Redhead and I watched.  

Beauty stopped Tony after a few minutes, and untied his hands.  Red
marks from the rope encircled his wrists.   Beauty motioned Redhead
towards her, and whispered in her ear.   Redhead’s excitement was
evident through her tight velvet dress.  They pushed Tony down on his
hands and knees, and placed a bottle of lubricant in front of him.
Tony picked up the bottle with one hand, keeping the other on the
floor, and applied a small amount of lubricant to Beauty’s, and then
Redhead’s palm.  They stood in front of him and forced him to watch
as they rubbed their cocks--the Redheads was especially large.  Tony
lubricated his asshole while the two Queens masturbated.  Under
Beauty’s direction,  Tony pushed his index finger in and out of his
ass to prepare for the Redhead’s cock.  When Tony’s ass was deemed
ready, Beauty sat on the chair and motioned Tony forward.  She forced
her cock into Tony’s mouth, while the Redhead put on a condom, and
then opened up Tony’s ass with her (much larger) fingers. Tony moaned
loudly when Redhead pushed her cock into Tony’s ass; Redhead held
still until Tony’s cries subsided, and then continued pushing forward
slowly, an inch at a time.  Beauty had to smack Tony’s face to remind
him to pay attention to the cock in his mouth.  Redhead gently pushed
her cock forward into Tony’s ass and held it there, allowing Tony’s
muscles to relax.  Redhead began thrusting in and out gently, in
rhythm with Tony’s head bobbing on Beauty’s cock.  Redhead’s
thrusts became harder, as Beauty moaned and came.   Tony continued to
hold the tip of Beauty’s cock in his mouth while the Redhead fucked
Tony’s ass harder and harder, slamming her body against him.
Redhead pounded her cock into Tony’s ass for at least twenty minutes
before she finally came.   

I let Tony rest for a few minutes before I ordered him to crawl back
to me.  As he stood in front of me, I took a knife from my belt, and
pressed the cold metal to Tony’s neck.  Tony stiffened and held his
breath.  I slid the smooth side of the knife across Tony’s nipples,
down his stomach and along the inside of his thighs.  When I pressed
the metal against Tony’s balls, he began screaming, more out of
terror and fear than pain.  Tony’s penis went limp.  Redhead clamped
a hand over Tony’s mouth while I teased him with the cold blade.  I
cut the ribbons off of Tony’s genitals and then told Tony to bring me
the blindfold.  Tony searched through our bag, knelt at my feet and
presented me with the blindfold.  I covered his eyes, and gestured to
Redhead and Beauty to join us.  

Tony’s cock was limp and small. Beauty stroked it Tony’s with an
ostrich feather while I tongued his nipples.  When Tony grew erect,
Redhead rubbed his raw bottom and cupped his balls in her hands.  As I
pinched his nipples and kissed his mouth, Beauty stroked his cock,
long, slow strokes.  Tony moaned as he sucked my tongue, and thrust
his hips forward.  Beauty withdrew her hand, until he begged her to
touch him.  She made him beg several times, and then rubbed him
faster, using more pressure.  Then Beauty and the Redhead alternated,
each taking turns stroking Tony’s cock.  Each time they started with
the same light touch and slow rhythm that gradually increased.  When
Tony began moaning and arching his back, indicating he was close to
coming, they would stop, withdraw their hands, leave him waiting a
moment in suspense, before the other took over.   Tony was moaning
loudly, his whole body tense, his face dripping with sweat.  I knew
the teasing was making him crazy, he was ready to burst.  We paused to
prolong his agony;  Beauty gave me her panties, frilly lace ones.  I
balled them up and forced them into Tony’s mouth.  Then I took the
lubricant and moistened my hand.  I began stroking his cock  with my
slick, wet hand.  With the other hand, I cupped his balls.  Redhead
and Beauty ran their hands up and down Tony’s body as   I stroked
harder, faster, biting his nipples.  Tony screamed as he came, a loud,
hoarse cry that expressed his pent-up longing for an entire day.
Beauty, Redhead and I all smiled at the sound.



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