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This (true) tale of forced feminization is being re-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.
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!!!