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This reads more like a nonfiction, but it concerns crossdressing, so
here goes.
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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now. Sorry about the forged header, but it does help
keeping down on the junk mail.
Karen Mitchell
***From FEMINET
HALLOWEEN:
A REFLECTION
by Kristin
Halloween. All Hallow E'en. The eve of All Saints Day. In typical Western
mythology, it is the evening in which the spirits of the dead can again walk
the earth, temporarily freed from their abeyant slumber. The rest of the year
these spirits lie fallow, dormant...waiting until the next All Hallow E'en,
their one night to live again...to feel the flush of life - the joy of
freedom.
It is no wonder I love Halloween as much as I do.
Aside from the traditional holiday mystique, the mood of portentous eeriness
in which we embrace the macabre and dare the supernatural; aside from the
mischievous pranks and impish capriccio that is not only prevalent, but
encouraged; aside from the fact that SnickersTM Fun Packs are priced to MOVE;
aside from all that is a night in which...no, THE night in which typical
social restraints are cast off with wild abandon, in which masks and costumes
are donned in a joyous celebration of life over death. It is an evening
festival in which the shackles and chains of social custom are, if not
abolished, at least loosened, and one's spirit is indeed allowed free reign,
just as the spirits of the dead are (supposedly) allowed brief access to the
world of the living.
This is not a digression. `What does all this have to do with crossdressing,'
you ask? There is an obvious analogy here. Within each of us, every
crossdresser, is a spirit longing to live. We call it by a host of names:
our Femme Self, our Feminine Side, the "girl within." And most of the time
this spirit lies dormant, trapped in a male purgatory; or as Edgar Allen Poe
would muse: buried alive. Only occasionally can we release this spirit. And
then it is usually in some secret ritual, known to the select few as
"dressing," perhaps only to drive about in the security of our cars, usually
at night. We meet in secret little groups like witches in a coven (beautiful,
good witches, of course, in well-kept covens...) and practice our clandestine,
mysterious art. But most of the time this spirit is suppressed. For we fear
its release and the resultant reaction by the rest of the world to such an
unchained spirit, free again to walk the earth.
Except on Halloween. Witches are standard fare then. There is no need for
secrecy. It is "acceptable" for men to wear women's clothing on Halloween.
It is all in fun; all in the carnival atmosphere of this unusual holiday.
"Acceptable," that is, as long as they don't enjoy it too much. Or do it too
well. Or too often. But, alas, this is precisely what happens. We do enjoy
it. We do it very well. And we do it every year.
Perhaps the most amazing aspect about our elaborate attempts to release this
chained spirit is that if we do it well enough, we put an extraordinary amount
of effort into an attempt NOT to be noticed.
It is my theory that, if one is truly observant, one can identify an otherwise
"typical" male as a crossdresser rather easily. Merely mention Halloween to
him and carefully observe his reaction. A CD's pulse will jump almost
noticably, his pupils will dilate ever so slightly, and he may even smile a
little...at either the memory of a past Halloween's adventures, or the hope of
what next year's Holiest of Days may bring...when that spirit within him,
within every CD, is allowed to walk the Earth for one night unchained...when
the dead live again.
*************************
But let me tell you about a couple of my Halloween experiences. As you are no
doubt aware, Halloween is truly the greatest holiday a crossdresser could ever
hope for. And it was four years ago this past Halloween that Kristin made her
first major public appearance. I had always wanted to go as a woman for
Halloween, of course, but the opportunity had never really presented itself
until I went away to college. Even then it wasn't until my junior year that I
finally decided the risk of potential embarrassment was worth the possible
rewards. So...a week or so before the fateful night, I was up with a girl
named Maggie, who was the roommate of a former girlfriend of mine. Maggie and
I were good friends, and we were both looking forward to going out in costume,
so we were up late discussing various costume possibilities. Actually, I knew
exactly what I wanted to go as...but I couldn't just suggest my going as a
woman for fear that she might figure out my secret, so I was hoping SHE would
eventually suggest it herself so it didn't look like it was really my idea.
Anyway, we had been "brainstorming" for about an hour and I was doing a pretty
nimble job of shooting down all her otherwise fine costume suggestions. She
would recommend a particular costume, and I would have to quickly think up
some reason not to like it. And I was starting to run out of excuses:
Maggie: What about a clown?
Me: Puh-lease....
Maggie: (Pause) A Vampire?
Me: Nope. Did it a couple years ago.
Maggie: So? Why not do it again? It would be easier.
Me: No...I don't like to repeat previous
costumes. I want to try something I've
never done before (hint hint).
Maggie: Hmmmm. (Pause) How about Sherlock Holmes?
You can even do the accent!
Me: No, you've got to have that special hat...
Maggie: We could buy one.
Me: No...too expensive.
Maggie: Hmmmph. (Pause) So it has to be
inexpensive, too?
Me: Yeah. But I still want to do something
really outrageous. You know, where
people wouldn't even be able to
recognize me (HINT HINT).
Maggie: (Growing tired of this) Good Lord. I suppose
you've already done Zorro?
Me: (Lying) Yeah. In high school.
Maggie: Arrrgh! (Long Pause. Maggie looks me up and
down, smiling slightly...) Welllll...we
COULD dress you up as a woman...
I couldn't believe it. Finally after all this time, she had finally brought
it up. My heart was pounding. My mind was racing: "Am I crazy?" I thought.
"What will people say? What will Maggie think? Which pair of heels will I
wear??" Although I'm sure my racing pulse was easily detectable by the
pounding in my throat, I tried to look as nonplussed as possible. What I was
thinking of course, was "YES! YES! OH PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!" But I put on
my best poker face, and calmly said:
Me: Hmmmm. That...MIGHT be interesting...
Maggie, seeing this as the first positive response to a suggestion all night,
latched on to it with a zeal that nearly matched my own:
Maggie: Sure! It'll be great. You're a little too
tall...but you're thin enough. You
could probably wear some of my clothes,
and I could do your makeup! No one will
recognize you!
Me: Welllll...(I paused to show an apparent
reluctance) Oh, all right...("Heh,
heh," I thought..."putty in my hands..")
Once we agreed, I quickly started rattling off all the advantages of my going
as a woman. 1) It would be a great acting challenge, 2) Maggie, at 5'11", was
almost as tall as me (6'3") so I probably COULD use her clothes, 3) My
connections with the costume department at school would allow me easy access
to wigs and other necessary accessories, and 4) It would be a lot of fun.
The next day Maggie called and said she had picked out what she thought would
be the best outfit, and invited me over to try it on. I, of course, told her
that I had talked extensively with the Performing Arts Department's costume
designer and that she had given me a lot of accessories and effective secrets
to help pull it off. (All lies, of course. I already had all I needed, and
had learned some of the secrets via trial and error years ago. Oh, the games
we have to play to appear normal...) So I brought my items over in an
unassuming little bag, and Maggie pointed me toward the bedroom where she had
already laid out the ensemble she had chosen for me. I smiled at her and
laughed (a little nervously) as I closed her bedroom door behind me. I took a
moment to breathe, and looked on the bed to see what she had chosen. It was a
white clingy knit mini skirt and a lovely pink pullover sweater. I took a
moment to admire the soft fabric of the skirt and sweater, and tried to
remember the times I had seen Maggie wearing this outfit. It even smelled
nice.
Then I realized I was taking way too long. So I got to work on my
foundationing which included, foremost, a corset I had borrowed from the
costume shop. It succeeded in taking almost six inches off my already thin
waist, and gave me the curvy figure I had always dreamed of having. Next came
the body briefer, or light girdle, which was primarily used to help hold my
maleness in check. Then the suntan pantyhose. And since I hadn't shaved my
legs...yet...I put on two pair to hide the hair. It looked okay. I finished
up with my sister's bra which I had been using for years, and a valiant
attempt at feminine padding. Ready for the final test, I carefully tried the
outfit on...and marvelled at how perfectly it fit! I was astonished...I
thought it would never fit right, but I looked really good! And it had been
SO long since I had been able to try on a new outfit. After marveling at how
well the ensemble fit on me, I quickly put on my 2" black pumps, and the ratty
old wig I had owned for years.
When I went out to show her, Maggie was truly amazed at how well I pulled it
off. She recommended a few changes in my padding, studied my face like an
artist does an empty canvas, and concluded with a little makeup and a lesson
in how to walk in heels, I would be a great success as a woman. So for the
next hour I feigned ignorance on how to walk in heels, sit like a lady, etc.,
even though I had been doing it for years. I shouldn't be too presumptuous,
though...she did teach me a few new tricks that only women know: like how to
swing your hips without seeming too provocative, when to make eye contact, how
to carry your hands, etc. So anyway, after my "lessons," I went home wishing
that the five days still left until Halloween would pass during that night's
sleep.
I slept very well. The night finally came, and she dressed up as a cat, and
after spending almost 45 minutes on my makeup, we went to a spot of town that
is usually hoppin' on Halloween and had a blast.
My costume, when I look back on it now, was frightfully primitive, and yet I
was still able to fool about 25%-35% of the people we met. It must have been
my acting training, because I looked pretty "raw" as far as crossdressers go.
I have learned so much since then that it truly amazes me how brave I was to
go out like I did. But each Halloween since that year I have managed to go en
femme, and have had progressively better times (as I get progressively more
convincing, I suppose).
Last year, Halloween '90, although still rather new at passing in public, I
got hit on by three guys who had no idea what they were really doing. (Maggie
thought that was hysterical.) I was able to successfully brush off the
flirting with two of them. But one guy actually sat next to me at the bar,
started giving me the eye, and when I refused to make eye contact with him
(because I could see what he was doing in the mirror behind the bar) he
started rubbing his leg up against mine! YUCK! So after trying vainly to get
Maggie to save me from this creep (she was busy flirting with some guy next to
HER) I finally turned and gave him my most disdainful look possible. When
that failed to even phase him and his Vibrating Leg O' Passion, I finally
turned to him, and in my deepest, most authoritative masculine voice said:
"Excuse me...would you mind not doing that please?" Maggie, hearing me use my
male voice, turned just in time to see all the blood drain from this guy's
face as his eyes bugged out and he turned and slinked away. Maggie nearly
fell off her bar stool. As did the guy next to her, 'cause he also thought I
was a real woman.
But even that didn't compare to the fun I has this past Halloween...
[Please note: as I have a penchant for verbosity, I apologize for the
undue length of the following tale. Perhaps I am not a good judge of which
points in the story are interesting and which are unnecessarily tedious. I
apologize for this, as it was(is) all thrilling for ME. Parental Guidance (and
a comfortable chair) is suggested...]
After the remarkable success of last year's Holiday of Holidays
(Halloween '90), I knew I would be hard-pressed to come up with an even more
successful costume. Last year I wore a lovely denim dress I had picked up in
London while studying abroad there a couple summers ago. It has a gathered
elastic waist to help show off my corset's influence, a knee length full
skirt, and a delightful sequin pattern on the denim ruffles on the front of
the dress' bodice. I had such a wonderful time last year, fooling what I
thought was an inordinately high percentage of people into thinking I was a
woman, I had little hope in "topping" Halloween '90.
Fortunately, however, I work in the theatre, which allows me easy access
to both costume shop stock as well as friends who are professional costume
designers. Even more fortunately, I found myself this August cast in a
production of Cyrano de Bergerac at the Repertory Theatre of St. Louis, this
city's largest and most successful professional theatre. Although my two
roles were both fairly small, I did have a chance to make friends with the
costume staff at the Rep, and was eventually able to turn the topic of
conversation one night to Halloween. One of the women in the costume shop was
named Norma, and she was the resident crafts expert, which means she works
primarily with creating special items of costume/props rather than designing
or sewing clothing. (For example, it was she who cast and created the large
latex noses Cyrano wore every night.)
While we were talking, she expressed a similar interest in Halloween and
when I suggested we go out together that night, she agreed; and although the
event was still a few weeks away, we immediately began planning the evening's
activities. We also began planning what costumes we would wear. She
convinced another "fun" member of the costume staff to join us for a night of
merriment and frolic, and he admitted he hadn't been out on Halloween in
costume in quite a while. His name was Tim, and he was Head of Wardrobe,
which meant that it was he who was in charge of all the theatre's stock of
costumes. He is also a very accomplished designer and sewing expert. So with
the resources I had found in these two friends, I felt certain I could make a
serious step forward with this year's costume.
The only problem, again, was how to broach the subject of my going as a
woman without arousing undue suspicion. Believe it or not, Susan took care of
that problem for me the very next day. I was sitting in front of my mirror in
the men's dressing room one night getting ready for a show, when she came in
to chat and waste some time. I had just completed my stage makeup application
(which primarily consists of base, some standard highlight and contour
shadowing, very light eye liner, a hint of blush, and a "masculine" shade of
lipstick. As a student actor, I had to take a makeup class, and have learned
quite a bit about creating illusion with makeup. Although not an expert by
any means, I have a very good touch). Anyway, I had just completed all of
this, and was in the process of putting on my straight, shoulder length wig --
a very typical hairstyle for a 17th century cavalier.
Susan came in just as I was finishing this, and BEFORE I had put on my
mustache and goatee (I played a Musketeer), and after looking at my slightly
made-up reflection in the mirror for a minute she suddenly said, without any
prior discussion of the subject,
"You know, Chris, you'd make a very attractive woman."
I, of course, was shocked by this revelation of hers, and unfortunately I
was surrounded by a host of other male actors who were also quite amused by
this turn of the conversation. Susan, however, was not being at all
facetious, and had not said it to tease me. It was very strange. She was
being very polite and very matter-of-fact, and even said it again, after I
merely looked at her with an astonished blank expression.
"No, I mean it," she said. "You have lovely large eyes
and a thin delicate face. I think you'd make a very
pretty woman."
I was truly overwhelmed. I wanted to give her a hug and thank her for her
unsolicited kindness (although I do dispute the accuracy of her assessment),
but unfortunately I found the entire focus of the men's dressing room upon me,
waiting for my response to this obvious "attack on my masculinity." I was
somehow able to tactfully deflect any negative connotations with a sincere
"Thank you...it's very sweet of you to say that...", which of course all the
men took as a sarcastic reply that fell just a little short.
And as quickly as she brought it up, she changed the subject, and
everything returned to normal. Everything, of course, except my pulse...which
was now quite a bit higher than before Susan had admired my reflection. A
moment later, after she had left, I sat in the dressing room...still dazed at
her insight. I finished my makeup and put on the rest of my costume (sword,
plumed hat, and all), and went off in search of her so that I might expound
upon the topic she had so innocently introduced, this time WITHOUT the whole
of the male cast listening to my every word. When I found her I asked her,
politely of course, what had brought on this revelation, and she explained
that seeing me there with the long hair and the light makeup she was struck
with how feminine I looked. I then cleverly turned this conversation to my
advantage, and brought up the subject of Halloween. (Remember Halloween?
This is a story about Halloween.)
"It's funny you should say that," I quipped, "because
last year my girlfriend convinced me to go as a woman
for Halloween." (A lie, perhaps, but a little one.)
And as most women are, she was intrigued with the notion of a man dressing up
as a woman, and asked me how it went, how successful I was, whether I was "hit
upon," etc., and we laughed about my experience until I got the "places" call
and had to get ready to start the show (I opened the play with a sword fight.
It was quite fun). A few days later we found ourselves again discussing
costume ideas for Halloween, and I brought up my previous year's adventures,
suggesting a possible improvement upon the theme.
You see, last year I realized that I didn't want to be seen as a man
dressed as a woman, but rather as a woman dressed in a typical female costume.
I then realized that in order to pass successfully, I had to go one step
beyond a simple female outfit, since that merely caused people to wonder:
'Well, why isn't she wearing a costume? Of course!
That IS a costume, it's a man dressed as a woman...'
And in order to get beyond this line of questioning, I had to find a costume
that a typical female might wear. Well, of course, as a man, I always enjoyed
it when women wore one of those sexy French Maid costumes, so I put the issue
to Susan. She thought it was a pretty good idea, but wondered at my ability
to pull it off. I responded by telling her about my approach last year,
saying I had taken it on as an acting challenge, as Dustin Hoffman had in
Tootsie (How many times have we CD's referred to that darling little movie?),
complete with character studies (close observation, movement and vocal
analysis, etc.), and I even offered to show her the pictures from last year
when she seemed suitably impressed with my motives.
After seeing the pictures the next day she became more excited about the
prospect of turning me into a woman for Halloween, and we approached Tim with
the concept, in hopes of finding the appropriate costume in the theatre's
stock. Tim was also fascinated with the idea, but when we asked if the Rep had
a suitable costume, he gave us some very bad news. Apparently the theatre had
VERY strict rules about loaning costumes out, and Halloween was not a good
enough reason to risk damage or loss to their stock, Tim told us. Susan and I,
both previously unfamiliar with this edict, were crushed.
Tim, seeing our disappointment, immediately added, however, that it would
definitely not be too difficult to MAKE a French Maid costume for me. I, of
course, had not even imagined that Tim would have time to make me a costume,
and was quite surprised at his willingness to put so much time into the
project. He merely replied that it shouldn't take more than a couple days to
stitch one together...from scratch! So we then sat down and began designing
the specifics of my French Maid outfit, picking the length of the hemline, the
neckline, what sort of shape the bodice should have, etc. Tim and Susan were
eager to make me as alluring as possible, and I had to occasionally remind
them that I didn't want to attract TOO much attention, especially MALE
attention, but they pretty much ignored my input and went about debating the
pros and cons of an 18" skirt length versus 20", naturally deciding upon the
shorter one.
Tim, as he worked, got more and more excited about the project, and
started adding ruffles and trimming and eyelet everywhere on the "rendering"
(jargon for a pictorial representation of the design...), and after about an
hour he had completed his drawing, and we set a time to shop for the fabric we
would need to construct it. So a few days later we went to a fabric store and
I bought about $30.00 worth of black fabric, white material, a zipper, snaps
and hooks, and yards of eyelet and lace, all of which Tim, with his
professional insight, helped select (fortunately...since I had no idea what I
was doing). We then sojourned back to the Rep and decided to begin
construction the very next day, as it was now only one week from the big
night. That meant I had to come in and get measured with all of my
foundationing, since he was going to tailor the dress to my exact measurements
as a woman. So the next day I arrived, carrying a bag containing my corset,
girdle, pantyhose, bra and falsies, (and heels, just for the hell of it) and I
went into a private dressing room to change. After 10 minutes of wrestling
myself into the above, I emerged to looks of impressed astonishment.
Upon seeing me so clad, they both agreed that this was definitely going
to be a superb costume, and Tim went about taking measurements here and there,
about 20 in all, while Susan merely complimented me on my legs. I thanked
her, blushing all the while, and we began discussing the process of my
transformation, beginning with makeup and moving on to hair and nails, etc.
She volunteered to do my makeup, and I told her I still had a wig from the
year before, so we wouldn't need to worry too much about the hair.
It was wonderful. Here I was, being measured as a woman for a costume a
professional designer was going to construct for me free! I felt so pampered.
Meanwhile, Tim had finished taking my measurements (the main ones being
something like 38-28-38) and Susan and I watched as he began measuring and
drawing the patterns he'd use to cut out the fabric. I don't know how much
you know about sewing, but I knew nothing at the time. As I watched, however,
Susan informed me that it would take a typical designer a week or so to
pattern, cut and assemble the costume as he had designed it, but she said that
Tim was such a prodigy, mine would only take a couple days. I was thrilled.
Unfortunately, there was little that Susan and I could do at this point to
assist him, so I changed out of my female foundationing, and Susan and I began
discussing what she and Tim would wear. They eventually decided to create a
carnival-type mask ensemble, since mask-making was Susan's specialty. So she
began work on that, gluing feathers and sequins and shiny plastic pieces
together as I watched Tim create my French Maid costume before my eyes.
The next day he had completed the skirt and wanted to try it on me to see
if he needed to make alterations, so I again squeezed into my corset, etc.,
and he helped me into the skirt. He had made it with two skirts: a white
underskirt, very full and gathered, which would act as a petticoat and help
"poof" out the simple black outer skirt. When I tried it on I realized just
how short 18" really was, especially when the skirt was pushed out by the
white underskirt. Susan and Tim had of course known this would happen and
enjoyed my initial surprise at the skirt's scantiness. But they assured me it
was the perfect length, and Susan again complimented me on my legs, smiling
and saying "Heck, girl, if you've got it, flaunt it!" I'm sure I reddened
noticeably. They even had me perform the bend-over test to convince me that
it was not TOO short. Although initially concerned about the length, I
eventually grew to appreciate the "rightness" of it, especially for a sexy
French Maid costume, and realized I was indeed in good hands.
It was not until the next day that the bodice, a separate piece that I
would hook onto the skirt, was ready for a fitting. After trying it on, Susan
and Tim agreed that I needed larger breasts, and Susan disappeared upstairs
for a minute. I had been using two bags of rice, which I found ideal for
shaping, although I did miss the weight of the water balloons I had used the
year before. I stopped using the balloons, however, when I realized there was
simply too much potential for disaster, as well as the fact that they didn't
fill out as WIDE a breast signature as the rice, unless they were about D cup
size. Since I am very tall and thin, I didn't think anything larger than a B
cup would be realistic, so I had switched to the rice. Susan and Tim showed
me, however, that due to the cut of the neckline and the tailoring of the
bodice, that I needed just a *little* more help in the chest area, and Susan
came back with two foam breast pads, complete with little foam nipples, that
would increase my breasts by one cup size. That was exactly what the costume
needed, and I relished the acquisition of a nice set of breast pads, since
Susan said they had millions of the little things around and I could keep
them. (Apparently there is more deception happening on the stage with leading
ladies than I had imagined...)
Tim was then busy getting the darting just right at the waist, and I was
thrilled to see the costume so perfectly tailored to my figure. He then
busied himself sewing layers of white ruffles along the back of the skirt,
making it look like the black overskirt was open a little in the back, showing
the ruffles of my white petticoat. He also decided that the white underskirt
was not quite as full as he wanted it, so he secretly pulled a darling little
petticoat from stock, telling me to keep this addition to the costume secret,
as he was breaking the Edict of Costume Control. This, along with the white
underskirt, succeeded in poofing out the skirt to an ideal fullness, and we
all marvelled at Tim's genius. We then inserted ruffles at the sleeves,
reinforced the sweetheart neckline, and built the simple apron.
When it was done and I was able to try the whole thing on, I was truly
dazzled by the quality and the perfect fit of my new French Maid costume. I
simply could not stop looking at myself in the mirror. Indeed, there were a
few other theatre people passing through the costume shop area when I was
modelling the outfit, and they all complimented me on the costume. I was far
too happy to be self-conscious of their seeing me so attired. Eventually,
however, I regained my senses, and Tim and Susan made a couple of finishing
touches, after which I had to remove the costume and wait three nights until
Halloween to wear it again. I thought the day would never come.
Cyrano' was long over by then, and I was again unemployed, but Susan and
Tim were working a different show on the Night in Question, so we decided to
meet at Susan's apartment at around 9pm, the earliest they could leave work to
get ready. Susan and Tim had both finished making their masks and costumes,
and we planned to get dressed and head over to a nightclub called Rupert's,
hopefully arriving about 10ish. I had never been to Rupert's, but it was
close, and Susan said she had been there many times and it was a pretty
hoppin' place, replete with live music, expensive lighting, and a $1000
costume contest. We were all pretty excited about the costume contest, since
all three of us thought I might have a good chance of at least placing (as
long as the judges knew I was a male, that is).
But before the big night came, I had lots of preparations to make. I was
growing tired of my one wig, and although it still looked halfway decent, it
was getting pretty unmanageable. Plus, since Halloween comes but once a year,
I use it as the ultimate excuse for buying whatever feminine articles I happen
to need. I am still very nervous shopping for Kristin, and am petrified at
the thought of shopping AS Kristin. I have a hard time passing since I am so
tall, and my female voice is still not where I would like it to be before I
venture out as Kristin to shop. So I decided I would use this Halloween as an
excuse to buy a new wig at a wig store I had noticed only two miles from my
apartment. Still nervous, even over the phone, I called the shop and asked to
speak to the owner. She was an Oriental lady named Sun, and I told her that I
was going out as a woman for Halloween, and would like to come in and find the
perfect wig. I was afraid I would receive a very negative reaction, and was
indeed surprised when she said without hesitation, in a delightful Oriental
accent, "You come in anytime. I make you beautiful woman." I laughed,
somewhat relieved, and asked if it was okay to come into the shop IN my
"costume," and she was again unconcerned, saying, "Sure. No appointment...you
come in anytime. Sound like fun." With this unexpected carte blanche I told
her I would be there the next afternoon, en femme.
That day was a busy one. It was the Eve of All Hallow's Eve, and I
shopped in the morning, picking up a new kit of press-on nails, some luxurious
$10.00 sheer black pantyhose from a local department store, film to document
the event, and a new shade of lipstick for the occasion. I rushed back to my
apartment and prepared for my first ever shopping trip en femme: my stop at
the wig store. I spent my typical 1 1/2 hours getting dressed and
meticulously applying my makeup, and stepped into my favorite outfit: a
plaid, pleated mini skirt, a black silk blouse, and a long lavender, fitted
jacket. After several minutes of last minute primping and procrastinating,
Kristin set foot outside her apartment for the first time in broad daylight. I
knew I was a reasonable pass in the car, but it was arriving at the mini-mall
which housed the wig shop that worried me the most. I parked my car and took
ten minutes to gather my wits, pretending to search for something in my purse
as I furtively scanned the area.
In retrospect, this constant worry seems silly, I know...but you must
remember that I had never been out as Kristin in the all-revealing daytime,
and my previous public appearances had been solely limited to Halloween events
where everyone was in costume. I feared the laughter, the pointing and
snickering, the reproachful stares that I dreaded would come as soon as I left
the safety of my little Mazda. I finally chided myself for wasting so much
precious time in the car, checked my makeup and hair in the rearview mirror
for the billionth time, took a deep breath (well...as deep a breath as I could
with that corset cinching my waist) and stepped lightly out into the world.
And Nothing happened.
No gang of Ku Klux Klansmen instantly appeared to lynch me on the mall
parking lot. No throng of jeering mall patrons converged to harass me into
mortified submission. Nothing. Not a stare, not a puzzled gaze, hell...not
even a second glance!
It was quite a disappointment, really. Not a single person took any
notice whatsoever of the unusually tall (and impeccably dressed) woman that
was striding toward the wig shop. As a result, my confidence soared, my self-
image rose dramatically, and I began to relish the telltale clicking of my
heels upon the pavement, a sound that I had previously feared would attract
unwanted attention. I confidently swept into the wig shop, and gracefully
approached the woman I assumed was the proprietor. She turned and looked at
me, waited for me to speak, and finally asked uncertainly, "Yes? Can I help
you?" I beamed, looking down at this very short Korean woman, and proudly
announced, "I'm here...what do you think?" and twirled before her. After a
moment the look of confusion left her eyes and was replaced by one of
recognition. She smiled and praised my outfit and carriage, while
simultaneously acknowledging my need for a new wig.
We spent almost an hour trying on various styles and shades, eventually
deciding on a longer and more versatile style, and a color that almost
perfectly matched my own chestnut brown. And besides, that particular wig was
on sale. I relished every moment as she helped me try on over a dozen
different wigs, and thrilled to see how feminine some of them made me look.
Sun obviously thought I was gay, for as she convinced me to try on a beautiful
(and expensive!) blonde wig, she hinted that "men really like blondes." I
quickly set her straight, if you'll pardon the pun, about my sexuality, which
confused her a little until I showed her a picture of my last girlfriend,
using her hair color as a reference for a shade I wanted to try next. After a
while I realized I had already found the wig I was going to buy, and as much
as I hated to do it, I stopped trying on the enormous stock that Sun had to
offer. She asked if I wanted to wear it out, and I eagerly agreed, so she put
it back on and spent a few minutes showing me how I could arrange it in
different styles and how to brush it out. I left the shop with a renewed
confidence in my identity as Kristin, and drove home in eager anticipation of
the night's activities.
That night I packed up my feminine things and drove to Susan's apartment
in blissful anticipation. I got there a little late, what with all my
activities and shaving, etc., so upon arrival Susan immediately showed me to
her bedroom where she was to help put on my makeup. I didn't tell her, of
course, that I was quite a practiced hand at it by now, but rather sat quietly
and asked her to explain her techniques as she went along. After I put on my
base and we reworked my contouring, she did a fine job on my eyes, and had
just left me to do my lips and blush when Tim called with bad news. He had
been fighting a cold for the past 24 hours, and it was winning. And since it
was a miserable 40 degrees and rainy outside, he had decided to pass on the
evening's fun despite all the work he had put into our costumes. Susan and I
were devastated, but agreed it would not be a good idea for him to go out
drinking and dancing with the flu.
So then it was just Susan and me. This was fine with me, since it would
now simply look like we were two women in costume out together on Halloween.
She got into her costume, which was comprised of a black lycra bodysuit and
the cape and mask she had created and bejewelled. She laughed about how big
her hair was and how much makeup we both had on, warning that the yuppies at
Rupert's were gonna be in trouble once we arrived. I, meanwhile, was running
through possible responses and scenarios should some guy try to pick me up.
When we both finished checking our hair and makeup for the final time, we
headed out into the near-freezing weather to her car. After arriving at
Rupert's, it took a long search to find a parking spot, as the nightclub was
packed. In fact, we had to wait outside in a line for five minutes before we
were able to get into the place. Walking up to the line from our remote
parking spot, I started looking for the telltale signs of recognition from the
general public. Although I was trying my best to appear feminine, I thought
that surely most people would be very suspect of a 6'3" woman, especially on
Halloween. But most of the glances were very cursory at best, not the stares
of puzzlement that indicate being "made." (Or in this case, "Maid." Sorry.)
But none came. I couldn't help but smile at this, and Susan, seeing my
reaction to having no reaction, whispered that no one had a clue as to my true
identity. While standing in the line for five minutes, I finally observed
someone who at least suspected. There were two young women right behind us,
and they became suspicious after a few minutes, and began whispering to each
other, thinking I couldn't hear. One said "I really don't know. *I* think
it's a woman. Why don't you ask her?" To which the other one said, "Are you
kidding? I don't want to get slapped!" I let them wonder.
When we finally got inside, we found out we had JUST missed the deadline
to enter the costume contest. Upset by this turn of events, we decided to
head for the bar to begin the night's revelry and drown our disappointment of
not winning The Big Money. As we neared the bar, we noticed two men eyeing
our approach. When we got there and placed our drink orders, one of them
leaned over to the other and whispered (not softly enough), "Man...check out
the legs on that one...they go all the way up to her armpits," referring to
me, of course. Susan could not help but laugh at this, but kept it quiet
enough to keep from blowing our secret. The fact is that Susan's costume was
also pretty revealing, and after a few more reactions like that (concerning
both of us, usually), she leaned over to me and said, "You know, 'Kristin',
between your legs and my cleavage...we're creating quite a stir." She puts
everything so well.
The fact is, I was astonished that no one apparently realized that I was
a man. Susan agreed, and stated that she had been explicitly watching to see
if anyone realized my costume secret, but hadn't seen any recognition. I
decided to get a reaction by ordering our next round of drinks in my male
voice, which is quite low. The cocktail waitress, who was very cute and
dressed as a cat, was shocked when I ordered. Her eyes widened and she
stepped back with a look of bewilderment on her face. I had to repeat our
order. She eventually recovered, smiled and said, "Gosh, you look so pretty!"
I gave her a BIG tip for that.
By far the highlight of the evening, however, came about an hour later,
after a few more drinks. I was drinking pretty heavily because 1) I have a
fairly high tolerance and wanted to overcome that, and 2) because Susan wanted
to dance with me, and I have to be fairly "lubricated" before I am comfortable
dancing in public. Especially in heels. So it was after quite a few tequilas
that I suddenly realized the inevitable had occurred:
I had to go to the bathroom.
Now Susan and I had discussed this dilemma last week and we had both
decided that I should use the men's room. But that was before we realized the
overwhelming success of my costume. I was in a quandary. If I used the men's
room it would be extremely embarrassing as well as hazardous, not to mention
that it would blow my cover for the entire night. If, however, I used the
women's restroom and someone recognized me...I shuddered at the thought. So
after delaying the predicament as long as possible, I mentioned the problem to
Susan, who seeing the pained look on my face, immediately burst out laughing.
(It was becoming apparent to me that Susan was enjoying this almost as much as
I was...) After cleaning up her spilled drink she, too, joined the
Crossdressing Restroom Protocol Thinktank. It didn't take her long to decide,
however.
"Use the women's," she stated matter-of-factly.
"I can't!" I whispered fervently. "What if someone...you know,
RECOGNIZES me?"
She shrugged that off as if it were an impossibility. "Chris," she said,
"I don't think you realize how well you're pulling this thing off... Nobody
here knows you're a guy. You are a consummate actor...oops, actress, and your
costume is stunning!"
"But I should use the men's room," I argued, my stance weakening.
"You'd have more trouble in there, believe me!" she retorted.
"But...but..."
"Look," she finally said, as straightforward and serious as she had been
all night, "everyone thinks you're a woman. And if you go into the men's room
there'll be a riot. If, on the other hand, you go into the women's restroom,
nobody will notice a thing."
I sat squirming, due to both the dilemma I was facing and the cause of
the whole problem: the call of my bladder. I wrestled with the problem for a
good two minutes, while Susan watched me, fascinated to know the decision I
would make. I had always dreamed of using the women's restroom without
suspicion, yet I was very hesitant. I did not want to offend or upset ANYONE.
And yet that yearning to try was there, fueled both by my desire to pull off
the crowning achievement of the evening as well as by Susan's well counselled
coaxing. But could I pass in the intimacy of the ladies' room? Susan seemed
to think so. I was weakening, in more ways than one. I had to choose.
"Will you go in with me?" I pleaded, knowing she would understand my
decision from the question's implication.
"Gladly," she said. "Besides, women never go to the bathroom alone."
The walk to that bathroom was the longest walk of my life. My mind was
racing to answer the question of 'what if I get caught?', but my feet kept
moving me alongside Susan as she marched inexorably toward the Women's
Restroom. I almost chickened out when we reached the door and I saw the large
pink letters spelling "Ladies," but just as Susan opened it, two women came
out, forcing me to walk in or attract attention by turning away. I went in.
They never gave me a second glance. And suddenly I was there. The holiest of
female holies...the Ladies Room.
It was huge. There were almost a dozen stalls, (most of which were
available, thankfully); there was an entire row of sinks and towels, and the
corner held a large mirrored alcove with counter space that allowed up to four
women to fix their makeup and hair, with the mirrors wrapping around you so
you could see yourself from every angle, allowing you to get everything just
right before returning to the relative "jungle" outside this sanctuary. It
even smelled nice.
But after I took all this in with a few seconds of wonder, I ducked into
the nearest stall and locked the door, finally remembering to breathe. It
would take almost three minutes to just get out of the costume, so I began
disrobing, confident in my security now that I was in the stall.
Suddenly there was a loud pounding on the door. I froze. It was
repeated, this time accompanied by a loud male voice shouting "Excuse me"
through the door. I was petrified. 'Great,' I thought, 'that's security
ready to haul my pretty butt downtown for using the women's restroom.' I
remained paralyzed, waiting for the inevitable. 'Those two women walking out
when I came in must have made me and told the management,' I thought to
myself. Meanwhile, Susan, who was waiting for me to finish, walked up to the
door and asked who it was.
"The Police," I expected to hear. That and the sound of handcuffs being
readied.
Instead, the voice was much more hesitant. "Uh, excuse me," the security
guard stammered. "...Is...uh,is Sharon in there?"
'Sharon?', I thought. 'But that's not my name...'
The officer continued. "She's, uh...she's dressed like a man. Is she
still in there?"
I thought perhaps the security guard had downed more drinks than me. He
had it backwards: I was a man dressed like a woman. And why did he call me
Sharon? Suddenly my confusion was resolved when Sharon yelled out in apparent
frustration, "Dammit, I'll be there in a minute!" Sharon went on about what a
loser her date was to the two other women she was with in the alcove as they
prepared to leave. Apparently her date was definitely NOT a security guard,
and I had NOT been recognized by anyone. Once again I remembered that
breathing was a good thing, and continued about my...er, business. After a
while I heard another woman enter, and Susan began talking with her.
"'Feels like a sneaker,' my ass!" this woman said, referring to her sore
feet. "What a rip off. I paid fifty bucks for these pumps and they hurt like
hell." I continued to listen, fascinated by the insight I was gaining by this
little venture. One woman had returned to look for a hair clip she had lost.
She checked from stall to stall since she admitted that she was too drunk to
remember which one she had used. As I was in the end one, she eventually got
to mine and tried the door. Finding it locked (Whew!) she yelled, "Hey, you
see a hair clip anywhere in there?" I had already looked, and not seeing it,
I said in my sweetest, highest voice, "No. Sorry..." That seemed to satisfy
her and the others, and they left without further incident. Another test I had
successfully passed. Lord, what I was going through just to use the bathroom!
I remembered all the hints my friend Maggie had told me when we discussed
the possibility of my using the Ladies' Room last year, such as to make sure
to use toilet paper no matter what (so the others will at least hear the
sound), to always go with another girl (Susan had taken care of that for me),
and to make sure to primp in the mirror before leaving (Hmmm. Do I dare risk
taking MORE time in here?). I waited until the enlightening conversations were
over and almost everyone had left before stepping out of the stall.
As much as I wanted to just get out quick, I realized Maggie was right.
After all, every movie I've ever seen showed women at the mirror before
leaving the bathroom. So I stepped out of the stall and walked over to Susan,
who was carrying on a conversation with the woman who keeps the room tidy: a
sweet, elderly black woman. I walked over and asked her (Susan) to tie my
apron in the back, since it was hard to do by myself. She did it as I watched
to see if the attendant figured out my secret. Again, she never even looked
twice. When done, Susan asked if I was ready to head back, and I took out my
lipstick and said, "Just a second...I need to touch up my makeup." She gave
me a look of both surprise and approval, and we both sauntered over to the
alcove where I again marvelled at the lovely furnishings of the ladies' room.
We stood and fixed ourselves up, admiring each other's reflection, and after
fussing with my hair I noticed the restroom was getting crowded again, so we
decided to head back out. Upon reaching a safe distance, Susan started
laughing and chatting about the experience and squeezed my arm in support and
jubilation. I was euphoric. What a thrill. I did feel a little guilty, since
I had once sworn that I would never do that, but it was fun.
We had a couple more drinks and then I was ready to dance. My dancing
was fair at best, since women dance in a COMPLETELY different way than men do.
You've probably noticed, as I have from close observation, that they use their
hips and waist and lower body much more, whereas men tend to move just their
feet and arms. Women also get to bounce their head around more. In short,
they are allowed much more freedom of movement while dancing, and I had a hard
time overcoming all the restraints that 25 years of being a man had imposed on
my dancing. But I did okay. It would have been better if I could have had a
couple more drinks, but I opted not to in order to avoid having to use a
public restroom again. Susan noticed a few men sitting on the edge of the
dance floor "scoping" all the women dancing and subtly pointed out a couple of
them who were watching us. After about thirty minutes of this close
observation of theirs, I grew bold and started returning their stares, just to
see what would happen (it must have been the tequila). Susan, again, found
this hilarious.
Nothing happened, of course. Besides...they were probably watching
Susan, whose cleavage was more alluring on the dance floor than mine could
ever be. There was one poor drunk slob who came up to us and spontaneously
began dancing with Susan and me. Apparently he couldn't decide who he wanted
to dance with, so he kept switching between the two of us. He obviously had
no idea I was a guy, and Susan and I kept sharing secret looks until he gave
up and went away. There were a couple of other women on the dance floor who
eventually figured out that I was a guy, and they kept staring at me and
whispering, and staring and whispering. I'm going to have to work on that
dancing thing...
Well, eventually the club closed, and we had to go home. Suitably, it
was raining when we left to hike back to the car. All in all, it was a
spectacularly successful costume. The number of people I fooled was higher
than I could have ever wished for. I was, of course, probably made by a few
others I didn't notice, but on the whole it worked like a charm. And the good
news is, I get to keep the costume! I can't wait till next year. I'll have
that dancing thing all worked out!
Kristin
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Karen Mitchell
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***From FEMINET
My boredom with American life led me to seek adventure. I succeeded
in getting a position with a company in a small, peaceful, Eastern
European country. Everything was covered; room, travel, and lodging.
I was a one- person office responsible for setting up dsitributors.
As I had lost my life's savings in a venture the year before, that was
great. And the best part was that the country retained some very old
world ways. There were many old palatial estates dotting the
countryside.
About three months after moving there, my company went bellyup in a
bad Wall Street deal. There was no money to be had and their phone
was disconnected. Now what? To move back to the US I would have to
wire home for maoney and, in the process, admit defeat. So I decided
to stay and find work.
Unfortunately with my poor language skills I was only able to get a
job as a servant with one of those palatial estates. This estate was
very large, with several houses and sepertate servants quarters. My
coachhouse was the smallest of them all.
One day I was carrying some garbage out of the house through the
utility room where the maids were washing clothes. I stopped to
paractice talking to them and admire their outfits. Suddenly, the
mistress called from down the hall for the maids and they scurried
out. I looked at the clothes hamper, heaping full of blousy harem
outfits. My breathe deepened and my heart started pounding. Those
old TV desires started to flood back as I admired the soft, silky
material. Surely they wouldn't miss just one? And I could sneak it
back later... Slipping the outfit into my dirty coveralls, I left the
house. Over lunch, I washed the outfit, set it to dry and quickly
finished the day's chores.
One of the other servants had laughingly pointed out some girls a few
days earlier. They were lounging on a secluded patio as we spied them
from a nearby roof. He said the Master was very possessive about
them, so I should give up those ideas I was having... They were his,
meant only to serve him. Besides, they weren't all what they
appeared, he said.
As I'd only been in the position for a week, I hadn't met many people,
so I didn't worry about someone stopping by. All then same, I locked
the door, then bathed in some warm sudsy water and pulled on the
pants. They felt very smooth and the light material teased my legs.
The pants rode very low, a couple inches below my belly button.
Looking in the mirror, I could see myself through the sheer material.
Rubbing my hands over my thighs, I moaned a low sigh. The pressure of
several weeks' hassles left me as my cock grew harder.
I picked up the bra, which was made of the same silky material as the
the pants, laced with jewelry. I began to realize that these were not
everyday rags! Best to return them first thing in the morning.
Meanwhile, I slipped the bra on, adjusting it snugly. Looking in the
mirror, I twirled on the balls of my feet. Free from the male
trappings!
Next I picked up the velvet vest. It had blousy, silky sleeves that
tantalized me as I moved through the air. Ummm. Turning to look at
myself in the mirror, I realized I needed a head to toe shave and hair
about six inches longer. But that was too much to ask for. I'd have
to get back into the other disguise in the morning. Picking up the
silk cape, I affixed it to my waste, and twirled, once, twice, three
times in front of the mirror. This was enough vacation for me.
"SO! WE FOUND THE THIEF!"
The voice boomed behind me. I turned to see the Master of the house,
with his two bodyguards behind him.
"Sir, I can explain. It was.."
"Quiet." He walked around me, as I stood, humiliated before them,
with my hard-on poking up like a tent pole. "Shall we turn you into
the authorities? They'd _love_ you in the prison."
"Please, sir, no.."
"We will have to make arrangements for other atonement. Gather all
your clothing." I started to remove the vest when he stopped me.
"No! Leave that on! Gather your clothing NOW!" I quickly gathered
all my male clothing I had brought to this country. We left the
cottage and went into the cool night air, walking over to a nearby
fire of brush the gardener was burning.
"Throw your clothes there," he ordered. I did as instructed, not
wanting to bring on the authorities and international shame and
humiliation on a scale never before imagined. The clothes burned as
all the men gathered around the fire laughed and smiled at me.
Then we headed to the house. We entered though the patio, into the
sitting room and down a long hall. The Master opened a door. Inside
was a chair with straps at various points. Several servant girls were
there.
"You will obey them. Obey or my friends at the magistrate will deal
with you. You are the lowest. You will obey all." He turned and
left, leaving a rather large guard in the room.
I was stripped slowly, the girls laughing and teasing me. They
stroked me and ran the diaphanous material around my head, legs and
genitals. I couldn't help it, I was beside myself and could not
conceal it. The guard remained at the door. Outside the door and
down the hall, and all around the building were more guards. There
was no escape. To struggle would only invite abuse. I decided to ga
along with this game.
I was stripped of my harem outfit. I was very sorry to see it go....
I loved wearing it and missed being clothed. Next the harem girls
strapped me into the chair. There I was, helpless and bound. Things
got scary when a small man came into the room with a very sharp razor.
"Not to fear -sweet thing- ", he said. "We'll lather you up nice."
And so they did. My entire body was covered with a warm shaving
cream. The girls rubbed it in, being careful not to miss any spots.
They laughed at my discomfiture as they discovered my hertofore hidden
erogenous zones. Then, the man took a straight razor to me, and I
immediately stopped my twitching.
When he was through shaving, I was hairless from neck to toe.
"You are quite helpless," the man said. "Many miles from your home.
Your only hope is to serve us, otherwise, you will never return."
Well, I'd always wanted to be a self-made man, but this was something
else, entirely. "If you resist us, you will be turned in to the
authorities. From there, who knows?"
"Do you understand?"
I nodded yes.
"We will see," he said. I was released and dressed again in the harem
clothes. The feeling was overwhelming as the soft silky clothes slid
over my shaved body. The ladies teased me, stokingmy body, rubbing my
bum. My breath came with difficulty. Next I was pushed to my knees
and the guard was brought up. Handcuffs were snapped on each wrist
and then to my ankles. The guard smirked at me as his pants were
lowered.
Well, I came to Europe for a change of pace.....
STORY
The following is a true story of what my love live has been like
for the last six months. To start let me give a list of people who
are with me now. We have Candy, Kim, Cathy, Larry (Larna), and Marty
(Mary). This is my harem of slaves. Candy, Cathy, and Kim are my
three girls, Larry and Marty are my two transvestites. I met Kim in
the park one day, in San Francisco. I had gone there just to sit in
the sun, and enjoy the day. A youg girl came up to me (Kim) and
asked for the time, I gave it to her and we started to talk about the
day and how nice it was in the park. Having nothing to do she and I
went out to have coffee. She told me some things about herself, she
had a small printing shop and livied with her brother. Then out of
the blue she told me she was a slave looking for a Master and asked if
she could go home with me, and she would serve me in any way I would
want. So I took her home.
Now let me describe this young thing, she is five foot three, 110
pounds, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and her measurements are
38-24-36. When I got her home, I had her take off all her clothes and
just stand there. I walked around her and looked her over touching
her nipples that were standing out. I did this for about an hour,
then I told her to get dressed. She did, but asked me why I did not
to anything more. I told her that for the first time I only wanted to
inspect her and have her obey me. She understood. I told her she was
to go shopping, I gave her a list of the things I wanted her to buy, I
told her this was going to be her slave outfit and she would wear it
when she was with me. I told her to be back at eight that night and
for her to get going.
I laid around the house all day thinking of what was to come. At
eight the door bell rang and there was Kim, dressed just the way I
wanted, I was very pleased with her. She had on a low cut dress, with
a slit up each side, black hose, black four inch high heels, and I
could see part of her black garter belt through the slit in the dress.
I told her to remove the dress and let me see her. She pulled the
dress over her head and let it fall to the floor, she had worn the bra
that I had told her to buy it was a half bra that exposed her nipples,
she had put red lip stick on the tips to high- light them. I had her
walk around the room so I could see her ass and tits move. She really
did look good in that outfit. I told her I wanted her to give me a
blow job, she came over and got down on her knees and took my cock in
her hand and started to lick it up and down, then she put it in her
mouth and started to suck, she was using one hand to play with my
balls, lightly squeezing them. She worked like a tigress, sending me
into exquisite pleasure. No matter how far she took me into her
throat, she never gagged. In fact, Kim liked nothing better than
getting fucked in the throat. I used her mouth as though it were a
cunt. Kim was suck an enthusiastic sucker that her heavy breathing
and loud, wet sucking sounds were turning me on even more. When Kim
felt my orgasm approaching, she held all the more tightly to my cock
and continued to suck with an ever greater determination. When I
started to come I pulled my cock from her mouth and sprayed my cum all
over her face. I then told her that was all for the night and to get
dressed and go, but to be back the next night. Kim looked up at me
and smiled and and said Yes Master.
The next day, she asked me if I could meet her for coffee at a
place near her work, she had some things to ask me. I had nothing to
do, so I told her OK, I would see her, but she was to be dressed in
her slave outfit. She said she was wearing it right then. She said I
am your slave Master, and will do as you say When I got to the cafe
she was setting alone in the back waiting for me, she had my coffee
waiting too. I looked at her and told her to tell me what she had on
under her dress. She said she had a open nipple bra, garter belt,
black hose, and four inch heels on. I said ok, tell me why you asked
me here. She looked at me and said she had a problem and I could
help. Kim told me that she had a girl friend by the name of Candy who
was also a slave in need of a master. I asked her what this had to do
with me. She told me that Candy wanted to be my slave too, but there
was more, she smiled and told me that her brother, and Candy's husband
were bi, transvestites and wanted to be my slave al so. The only
thing I could do was to set there for a second or two. I then told
her to tell me all about that was going on and not to leave anything
out. She looked at me and begin the story. Candy and her husband
worked for her at the shop, and they loved each other but, being both
submissive they could not get the most out of their marriage. Kim's
brother had been a submissive all his life and so had she. They had
talked it over, and it was Kim's job to see if she could find a master
for all of them.
She told me that she would support me and every one else, and
that I would be the Master of the house, and do with them as I wanted,
I would have complete control over their lives at all times. I told
Kim to buy each of them the same type of slave outfit as she had. She
looked at me and said Yes Master, is there anything more that you want
me to do. I told her to have them over at my house at eight that
night and I would look them over. I then got up and left.
I went home and got out my vido camera.polaroid and a lot of film
I wanted to record this night. I then had my shower, and put on my
black paints with the pull tabs, and black leather vest, and my black
silk smoking robe. When the door bell sounded at eight I went to let
them in. They were all standing there with their heads bowed in
submission I told them to come in and stand in the front room next to
the wall, I was going to look them over as I talked to them. They all
meekly walked over to the wall and waited for me. I walked over and
turned on the vido camera, then walked in front of Larry. Larry was
dressed as a girl and looked pretty good, he had shoulder length black
hair, green eye liner, pink lip stick, and was wearing a pink mini
dress with black hose and four inch heels. I looked at him and asked
if he dressed like that all the time. He told me he did at home. but
at work he had to dress as a man. He said he wanted to dress as a
girl all the time because he felt he was one. I asked him if he
wanted to be my slave and do anything that I wanted him to do. He
said that he did. I told him to take off the dress and get on his
knees and wait. I then went over to Marty and looked him over, he had
long brown hair down below his shoulders. The makeup he had on was
done very well, he had on a white blouse and a green miniskirt, with
black seam stockings, and sexy five inch green hi heels. I asked
Marty if he wanted to be my slave and he said he wanted that more then
anything else. I ask him if he would like to be a girl all the time,
and he said yes. I told him to take off his blouse and skirt and
stand in front of Larry I looked over at Candy and Kim and they looked
very much alike. The big difference was that Candy had long black
hair and her skin tone was darker then Kim's. They were dressed the
same with black blouses and white miniskirts, black fishnet hose, and
five inch backless hi heels. They had taken grate care in putting on
there make up, it was done well. I had them come over and stand in
front of me, so I could look them over, I had them take off there
blouse so I could look at their tits. They took off the blouses and
both had on half bras and had put lip stick on the nipples to make
them stand out. I asked Candy what her measurements were, she told me
40-26-38, boy did she have a set of jugs on her. I told them both to
come over and stand beside me, we were going to have some fun. I
looked over at Marty and Larry, and told them to start playing with
their pricks, I wanted to see them hard. Both of them started to
stork their cocks and play with their balls. I told Kim to pull the
tab on the side of my paints and for Candy to start to stork my prick.
The two girls when to it. As I watched Larry and Marty get hard, I
started to play with Candy's tits, pulling on her nipples. As Marty
played with his cock it got to be about six inches long and Larry was
starting at it. I told Larry to suck Marty's cock. He reached for it
and started to suck. Marty took Larry's head in his hands and moved
it up and down on his cock. I could tell that Larry loved it. I let
them go on until Marty was ready to unload then stopped them. I told
Kim to get the dildo I had on the table and to put all eight inches of
it up Marty's ass. Kim got the dildo and walked over to Marty and had
him been over and started put it in his ass inch by inch, until she
had all of it in.
Let me have Marty tell what happen. My Master had Larry quit
sucking on my cock and then Kim came over and started to slide the
dildo up my ass and I loved it. Kim started to fuck me with it,
putting it all in and then pulling it almost out, she was doing this
very fast. Then my master came over with my wife and told her to put
his cock in my mouth. The only thing I could think of was what a
beautiful looking cock,I want to suck it. I could see his cock
starting to jerk, then my wife took hold of it and put it in my open
mouth. I started to suck on him. I slid my lips all the way down his
cock so I could taste his cock flavor. The Master's dick had gotten
real hard and I could fell his prick throbbing and could see him from
the corner of my eye, I watched him kissing and playing with my wife.
This got me so hot I started to suck so hard that I had trouble
standing on my hi heels. I new the way the master was moaning that it
would not be long, so I flicked my tongue back and forth against the
slit and then started to deep throat him. He started to buck his hips
back and fourth as he was coming and I got a mouth full of his cum.
After the master came he pulled his cock out of my mouth and ask me,
if I liked his cum, and the fucking Kim was giving me. I told him
that his cum was the best and if Kim keep it up I was going to cum.
He told me to jack my self off and come on Larry's face. I looked at
Larry and he had a big smile. Kim keep fucking me with that big dildo
and I was stroking my cock. The master told Larry to open his mouth
and catch my cum when I unloaded. I could not take any more and let
fly with one of the biggest loads I ever had. I covered Larry's face
with it. He tried to catch as much in his mouth as he could, licking
his lips to get all the taste.
I had walked over and sat down in my easy chair to watch Marty, I
had Candy sit down at my feet. After Marty came, I told Kim to keep
the dildo in his ass and for her to come over and eat Candy's cunt. I
told Candy to open her legs, as Kim got on her knees in front of her.
I am going to have Candy tell you about it.
Hi I am Candy, before I tell you what happen to Kim and me, I
want to tell you about my master fucking my husband's mouth. He had
me feed his cock in to Marty's mouth and then he started kissing me
and playing with my tits, I was getting so hot I started to have a
little cum. When he shot off in my husband's mouth I came too, I new
I had the right master. Well there I set with my legs open and Kim in
front of me. She was not hesitant about eating me, my scent brought
her between my legs. She started to play with my pussy and felt my
ass cheeks, then she started to lick my cunt, I was enjoying this and
was about to cum when my master reached down and started to pull my
nipples. This was all I needed I came in Kim's mouth.
Well I still had two slaves that had not got off but they were
slaves and they do what I want. I did fell good that night so I was
going to let every one get a cum. I told Larry to come over and lay
on the floor in front of me. I told Kim I wanted her to get on top of
Larry and for them to sixty nine. I wanted to see brother and sister
go at it. Kim will tell you about it.
Hi well there I was with Candy's come on my face waiting to get
my bother's pick in my mouth I do not know which I wanted more to have
a cock in my mouth and a mouth on my pussy or pleasing my master.
Larry laid down and I got on top. I took his prick in my hand and
started to lick it up down, I started to move my pussy all over
Larry's face,and would you believe Larry could not hold back and
started to fill my mouth with come. We had been watching every one
else and it had got us so turned on I started to come too.
What a night this was, all my slaves had a come, and I new one
more time for me, was in the works. I got up and told every one to
line up on their knees in front of me, we were going to have a sucking
contest and the winner would be the one to get my cum. As they were
getting ready, I was thinking four mouths, four ass holes, and two
cunts to keep me happy. I stood in front of Kim, she took my cock in
her pretty little hand and put most of it in her mouth and was deep
throating me. Bobbing her head back and forth taking my prick deep
into her mouth, this is not a easy thing to do with my nine inches of
hard rod. I could only take so much of this, so I grabbed her hair
and pulled her off, and moved in front of Larry. He will tell you
about it
The master moved in front of me, I looked at that big rod and new
I was going to love it, I leaned over and began to tongue his dick. I
loved the sensation, I tried to deep-throat him, and my mouth felt as
filled. I eagerly sucked its length, I was so eager to get his white
honey in my mouth and throat, I put my hands on his ass to bring him
closer to me. I wanted that cream, I had him on the brink when he
pulled out of my mouth and slapped me across the face with his rod He
moved over to Marty, he was almost ready to come, he had his prick in
his hand and started to run the tip all over Marty's face, just to
tease him, after a short time of this I new he could not make the end
the line and Candy would be left out,he told Marty and Candy to lick
on each side of his cock until he came and for the Kim and I to get
around him and he would let all have a taste of his come. Marty and
Candy started to lick his cock an I moved behind and started to lick
his ass, Kim moved in and started to put her tongue on the tip of his
piss hole, when she did this he exploited and each of us had a spurt
of come form him until he was drained.
I then set down in my easy chair and asked if they were going
home or staying the night. Kim looked at me and said that it was up
to me, they were my slaves and under my complete control. I asked
Marty and Larry if they wanted to be girls for the rest of there
lives, and they said that being my slave an girl would make all their
dreams come true. I told Kim she would sell her business and start a
new one down the coast were I had another home. We would all live
together, Kim just smiled, I outlined how we would live, I told Larry
he would be the house keeper and Kim, Candy,and Marty would work in
the new shop, and that Marty and Larry would start a new life as a
girl and no one would know. I told Kim to get the blankets out and
put them on the living room floor, they would sleep there to night.
Marty and Candy asked if I had time to talk to them about one more
thing, I said sure but make it quick, I wanted to go to bed. Candy
told me that Marty had a younger sister, she was eighteen and lived up
north. Her name was Cathy, and she was a submissive and needed a
master too. I told her to go into the bedroom and call her and
explain what was going on, but to make sure she understood that once
she became my slave their was no turning back. As Candy went off to
the bedroom I ask Larry and Marty what they wanted to do about their
selfs. Larry said they would go to a place that would remove all
their facial hair and marty new a doctor who would give them hormone
shots and breast emplants they needed. Kim had the blankets on the
floor,when Candy came back into the room. She said that Cathy
understood and was packing and would be on the way down, the next day.
I said ok, we would all get some sleep and start things going when we
got up. Marty started to take off his high heels, I told him to leave
them on they would all keep them on to night. I went off to bed.
When I got up I put on my robe, and went into the kitchen to get
my self a cup of coffee. There was Candy, looking just as good as she
did the night before, she told me,she had got up early and put on
make-up she wanted to look good for me. She had my coffee ready, so I
set down at the table and enjoyed it. I could hear the others in the
living room, moving about. Candy told me they were up cleaning the
place like good slaves should. I said good it needed it. I told
Candy to call the others and for them all to sit down at the table I
had the days orders to give out. She call the rest in and they all
sat down. I started with Kim, I asked if her and Marty could close
the business by the selfs, I was going to take Candy and Larry down
the cost with me to get the new house ready, and I would find a new
place for the business. Kim said she and Marty would have no problems
in doing that and they could wait for Cathy to come down. I told Kim
and Marty get dressed and gave them the address of my place and told
them to come down after work that night,it was only a hour drive so
they would not have a problem getting to work the next day. Kim and
Marty dressed and I kissed them good buy. I told Candy I had a
special job for her, as soon as she got dressed. Off she went to get
her clothes on, I turned to Larry and told him to get dressed too.
When Candy came back into the room I gave her a list of things I
wanted her to buy.
After Larry was ready I told him what I wanted him to buy, he was
to go down town to a special leather shop I new, and to get things I
wanted.
CHAPTER 2
I started to get ready to go down the coast to my house. When I
finished I sat down to wait for Candy and Larry to come back. At just
about three Candy came in with a big pile of packages. I told her to
take them down to the car and then come back up. When she got back I
told her to set down at my feet. Just as she set down Larry came in
with his things. He put them down and came over and set down, I told
Larry that he could really suck cock, and I was getting horny. I told
Candy to open her blouse and play with her nipples, and for Larry to
take my cock out and play with it. Larry started to open my zipper
and pull it down and slid his had into my fly. When he pulled out my
thick hard cock, he moved his hand up and down very slowly.I could see
his cock starting to get hard through his skirt. I told him to lift
his skirt, I wanted to see how hard he was. As he lifted his skirt
his little cock stuck out from between his black garter belt. Larry
slid his lips right around my dick. Then he started to move his mouth
all the way down my hot cock, and I told him to pull on his own meat.
I told Candy to get up and open my shirt and suck on my nipples. I
then started to pull on Candy's tits while Larry was sliding his head
up and down my cock, his lips were giving my prick a massage. Larry
could fell the pleasure throbbing through me, as he started to lick
his way down along the underside of my cock. He noticed that the head
of my dick almost touched my navel when it was pressed against my
belly. He then sucked my balls into his mouth, rubbing my stiff cock
shaft all over his face, He was loving the feeling , taste and smell,
of my cock. When he started to fell my dick jerking in his hand he
moved his mouth back, and started to slide his lips up and down my
cock shaft. He could fell the pulsations getting stronger, and then
he could fell my warm cream shooting into his open mouth. He fell
away and started to jerk his own cock, and shot a load on his belly.
I took Candy by the hair and pulled her lips down and kissed her, then
told her to get on her knees, I was going to fuck her in the ass.
Candy got down on her knees and reached back and spread her ass cheeks
for me. I got behind her and leaned over her and moved my hands to
her tits and she slid her hand around to the front of me and began to
work on my cock, wetting her palm with some spit, then rubbing the
cock with the saliva so that she could jerk it before she got it up
her ass. My dick was sticking right up hard and ready to fuck her
young ass. I leaned forward against her back, pressing her tits to
the floor, and rubbed my shaft up and down between her taut ass
cheeks. When I felt my cock head near her asshole, I aimed my dick
and slid myself right in. I could hear the way she was moaning, and I
moved my fingers to her mouth so she could suck on them. I started to
fuck her ass hard and she was sucking on my fingers just as hard. My
cock started to throb, and I slowed down because I didn't want to come
inside her,not yet. I told Larry to get over here and stick his cock
in her mouth, when he did she started to slid her head up and down his
shaft. I started up again I could hear her moaning around Larry's
cock, I could feel my dick throbbing more and more in her ass and knew
that it was not going to be long before I started to co me. Candy was
sucking hard on Larry's dick and then Larry started to buck his hips
and come. I was getting off so much on watching, that I began to
twitch like mad in her ass, I thrust faster, and I felt my prick
unload, in that little hole. I told Larry and Candy to clean up, then
take every thing down to the car.
After this was done I shut every thing off and went down to the
car. I told Candy to sit next to me, and Larry on her other side.
After we got out on the open road, I told Larry I had a surprise for
him, I told Candy to get the cock ring and, ball strap from the
packages in the back. When she got it, I told Larry to lift up his
skirt and play with his dick. I looked over at Candy and told her to
play with her cunt, Larry was rubbing his hand up and down his dick
and playing with his balls. He started to get hard. When he started
to move his ass around I told Candy to slip the cockring on him and
tie the strap around his balls so he could not cum. After she did
this I asked her if she was getting hot, she said that she was, I told
her to reach in the back and get a asshole plug, and a pussy plug the
one with straps on them. When she got them out, I told Larry to slip
the plug up his ass and strap it around his waist. I told Candy to
put the plug in her pussy and tie it down, then for her to unbutton
her blouse and I told Larry to put his hand inside and play with her
nipples. Well this is the way we traveled down the cost.
We stopped in a town to get food for the next few days. I told
Larry to sit in the car, Candy and I would do the shopping. I had
Candy button a couple of buttons on her blouse, but she left a lot of
cleave showing. We went into the store to do our shopping while we
were there was a young couple shopping too. The lady keep watching us
and finally came over to me and ask me if I was a Master, and if Candy
was a slave. I told her yes, but how did she know. She told me her
name was Terri and she was a Mistress and the man she was with was
Randy her slave. She wanted to know if I would like to have coffee
with her, I said ok, and told Candy to finish the shopping and take
everything out to the car and wait for me. Terri told Randy the same
thing, and we went next door to a small cafe. After we got our
coffee, she asked me were I lived, I told her about 50 miles down the
road. She said she lived over the hill. She started to ask me about
my slaves,but first she told me that the only live in slave she had
was Randy, but she had a couple (husband and wife) who came on
weekends. I told her about my harem, and that we were moving down
here. She asked if I would like to get together with her and her's
some weekend for a orgy, I said why not it sounds like fun. We
exchanged phone numbers and got up and left.
I went back to the car and off we went, let me describe the house
to you. It sets about 50 yards from the ocean on a cliff,there is a
path down to the beach (a private beach). The house is enclosed by
trees and you can not see it from the road. There is a eight foot
chain fence around the place and no one can get in. It has four
bedrooms, four bathrooms, kitchen, a big living room, den, storage,
and family room, laundry room. There are two fireplaces one in the
living room and one in the master bedroom. We pulled into the house
about twenty menets latter, I told Candy to unpack the car and put the
food in the kitchen and Larry and I would open the house. I went in
and turned on the heat and electric and Larry took the covers off the
furnishing. After Candy had put the food away I told Larry to start
fixing dinner, everyone should be here buy the time he was finished.
I told Candy to put everything else in the living room and take my
bags to my bedroom and unpack them. I went to take a shower, when I
got out Candy was just finished unpacking my things I told her to
leave out my house shoes and black robe it was still cold in the
house. When I came out to the living room I found that Kim, Marty and
Cathy had arrived. Cathy was a good looking girl. I told Larry and
Candy to come into the living room , I told them to show everyone what
they were wearing under their skirts. When they lifted their skirts
the rest all looked and smiled. I told Larry to put the food on the
table we would all eat and then have some fun later. After we finish
dinner I had everyone come to the living room and started to give out
their clothes. I gave each of them the same things. Let me have Kim
tell you about that they got.
CHAPTER 3
The master started to give out what Candy had bought we were all
thrilled. We had four pair of fishnet, four pair of black seam, and
four pair of coffee nylons. Three pair each of blackless five inch
high heels, black, white, and red. We got garter belts, and half bars
and bras with holes in the front to let our nipples through. All this
was either black, red, or white. Then he gave us our nighties they
were baby doll with cut outs for our nipples and crotchless panties,
again black, white or red. When he started to give out our work
uniforms, he told us that we would make a good impression on people,
they were short jean skirts, white blouses, jean jackets with vests,
and black scarfs. After we had got every thing we all told the master
than you. He then assigned us our rooms and told us to take a shower
and put on the baby dolls and heels and come back to the living room.
He assigned the end bedroom with twin beds to Marty and Candy, he told
them that they would sleep there but not together he would chain them
to their beds, but would if they were good chain them to each other
once each week and let them sleep in the double bed. They said thank
you and went off to shower and change. He told me I would keep my
thing is the room with the double bed and Larry and Cathy would but
their thing in the other room with twin beds. We would all sleep in
his room, Larry at the foot of the bed on the floor and each of us
girls on the floor one on each side. We told him thank you and off we
went to shower and change.
When they all came back in I took one look and could fell my
prick starting to get hard. They all looked so good. I told Marty
and Candy that because they had been so good, that I was going to have
Marty fuck her and to help them out I was going to fuck Marty in the
ass at the same time. The other three would have some fun too. I
told Marty to come over and get on his knees and suck on my cock and
Candy to get behind him and lick on his asshole. I slipped off my
PJ's and set back to enjoy Marty's tough. Marty got on his knees and
started to rub my crotch with his tongue and within a few seconds had
me rock hard. He then slid his lips up and down my prick and he could
see me looking down at him with a great deal of lust. He reached up
and squeezed my nipples nice and gentle, enough to make my whole body
surge with pleasure. Candy was behine him trying to put all her
tongue in his ass, and playing with his balls . I told her to turn
around and for Marty to stop sucking my dick and to put his in Candy's
pussy. When they got in position I looked over at the other three and
told Cathy to lay down on her back and for Larry to get on top in a
sixty nine and for Kim to get the strap-on-dildo, I was going to have
Cathy suck Larry's cock and he would suck her cunt and Kim would fuck
him up the ass. Kim got the dildo, it was fourteen inches long, seven
inches on each side of the strap. Kim slid her seven inches up her
cunt, then strapped it on and was ready to give Larry his seven. I
had Larry and Cathy move next to Marty and Candy so Kim and I were
next to each other. I told her she would play and suck on my nipples
as I fucked Marty. Marty started to put his cock up Candy's cunt and
I started to put my prick up his ass, it was wet from the sucking he
had given it. Cathy put Larry's dick in her mouth and Larry put his
face in her cunt, Kim started to stick all seven inches up Larry's ass
and then leaned over and started to suck my nipples. I slid my cock
up Marty's asshole. I couldn't get over how tight he was, as soon as
I was in him I started to fuck him hard, but with slow strokes. The
harder I fucked him the harder he fucked Candy. They both started to
moan and ask me to fuck them harder. Candy told me she could fill my
prick through Marty and I was giving her the best fuck she ever had.
I lowered myself all the way down on Marty's back and drove my cock in
as hard as I could. Marty said he was about to come and I said not
yet hold it. Candy ask if she could come, I said go ahead, with in a
second Candy started to moan and shake all over and told everyone she
was coming. I told Marty to shoot his come in that hot pussy he was
fucking. He started to fuck faster and then unloaded as he was coming
I reach around and pulled real hard on his nipples. Then I felt I
would not be able to hold out much longer myself. I told Candy to
come over and suck on the other nipple like Kim was doing and then
Marty started saying please come in his ass, he new I was near to
shooting, he started to moan loud and he could fell my cock throbbing
in is ass. I could not hold back I started to shoot up his ass. Kim
will tell you what she and the other two were doing.
I had on my baby doll and my tits were poking out of the cut outs
and I new I looked good, I had on my five inch heels and then the
master had me get the strap-on-dildo so I could fuck Larry in the ass
and get fucked at the same time. Cathy was on her back with her legs
spread wide and Larry had his face in her cunt. I could see Cathy
take Larry's cock in her mouth and start to suck. I moved up behind
Larry and started to slide that seven inches into him. I had the
other seven in me and strapped down good. I leaned over and started
to suck the masters nipples as I moved the dildo in and out of Larry's
ass and my cunt at the same time. I could see Cathy taking more and
more of Larry's dick, Larry's head was moving up and down Cathy's
cunt, and they were both starting to moan, I knew Larry would not last
with the way Cathy was sucking him, and I was hot as hell, and hoped
he would hold out until I could come too. Then I really started to
fuck him and me too. Cathy was the first to come and she started to
bounce up and down pushing her pussy in Larry's face then Larry let
out a moan that he was coming and filled Cathy's mouth so full that
there was cum running down her cheeks. I let out a yell as I had my
orgasm and shoved that dildo in us as hard as I could.
CHAPTER 4
When we got up the next day I told Kim her, Marty and Cathy would
go up to the city and finish up what was to be done. I told Cathy I
had a list for her. She would be buying some things we needed. I
told Larry he would be cleaning the house and that Candy would go with
me to town. After they had all left and Larry started the house work,
Candy and I took off for town. I had her put on black heels, black
seam stockings, no paints, a black miniskirt, with a white blouse cut
low in front. She also had on a bra with holes cut out for her tits
to stick out. In the light you could see her nipples. I was going to
visit some of my old hang outs and wanted to show her off. We went to
a bar I know, that a lot of Masters and Mistress that go to. We went
in and sat in a very dark booth. The waiter came over and took our
order and left. When my eyes got used to the dark I could see a few
people in other booths as I looked around I saw Marge. She is a
person who I will always be grateful to. She was the one who started
me on the road to being a master. She is one big woman, about six
two, 190 lbs and grate big tits and ass. At one time I did not know
what I wanted to do in life and I wanted to try to be submissive. I
went to her and she had me take off my clothes and that she would
punish me. She brought out a big whip and when she hit me with it, I
took it away from her and shoved it up her ass, got dressed and left.
When I got home she called me to say I did not pay for the lesson. I
told her to fuck off, she did not give me a lesson. She lafted and
told me I found out about my self, I was a master. I just looked at
the phone and told her she was right and thanks, I would be over in a
few days and pay her double. She told me ok and before she hung up
said if I needed anything to let her know.
Candy and I were setting there enjoying our drinks and I told her
to open her legs and pull up her skirt, and put a finger in her cunt.
As Candy was fingering her cunt, Marge walked over and ask if she
could join us, I told her sure I would like to talk to an old friend.
She set next to Candy. Marge ask me all about my self and what I was
doing, and being a old friend I told her all about what was going on.
Candy was getting hotter and hotter all the time, Marge said she had a
dildo in her purse and could she fuck Candy with it. I smiled and
said why not. Marge pulled out a ten inch dildo with barbs all over
it, she said she needed it wet and stuck it in Candy 's mouth. Then
pulled it out and started to slide it in Candy's cunt. I do not think
Candy as ever had so much in her cunt before. She started to moan and
move her ass all over the booth and tell Marge to put more in her.
Marge started to fuck her with it hard and fast. In no time at all
Candy started to cum. After Candy came, Marge asked if she could use
Candy to help her get off. I said go to it. I wanted to watch.
Marge got up and left the booth and then came back with a young girl.
She told the girl to get under the table and suck her off, the girl
got down on her knees under the table and I set back in the booth to
watch. She pulled Marge's skirt up and put her face in that big cunt.
Marge unbuttoned her blouse and her big tits just fell out, she took
Candy by the head and pulled her down to suck on the nipples. Marge
told Candy to put her hand inside her blouse and pinch her other
nipple. Candy loved to suck on that tit, she was moving her tongue
all over it and making little bites on the nipple. Marge and I just
started to talk about old times, you would never know she was building
up for a cum. But even Marge can not hold out for ever, she reached
down and pushed the back of the girls head into her cunt, and pulled
Candy harder to her tit, she then started to cum. After it was over
she set back like nothing had happen. Candy and I got up and left.
CHAPTER 5
We arrived home and Larry told me that Kim had called, she had
got the check for the business, Marty was closing up the house, Cathy
had just finished shopping and that they would all be home with in a
few hours. I said good it will give me some time to finish some
business. I made a call to a agent I new and asked about the old
building down the road. He told me that I could have it and where the
key was. I then called a old friend who was a contractor, when I told
him what I wanted he told me he new the place and would have a blue
print to me the next day. He said if I approved the print he could
build everthing the next day or two. I told him to send it over.
Things were going just right.
I knew I would need help in running the family and the business,
and was thinking of a way to do it. I knew Kim would never made a
full Mistress but she could be a Mistress/slave. So I decided to
marry her and make her my assitant, this would solve most of the
problems. I started to look around the house, Larry had done a good
job of cleaning up. When I came into the living room, I found that
the other three had returned. Kim came over and knelt in front of me
and gave me the check, and told me that every thing was done. I took
her by the had and pulled her up and kissed her. I told her find, she
had done a good job. Just then the phone rang and and I answered it,
it was the doctor. He told me that he could do the survey on Marty
and Larry the next day, and they could be home that night. They would
come in every other day for about two weeks, to have it all done. I
told him no problem I would see that it was taken care of. I told
Larry to fix dinner and Cathy to fix a table on the porch, we were
going to enjoy the ocean view while we eat. I told Kim about the
building, and asked her to get the order for the equipment, she went
to phone the people she needed to call.
After we eat I told every one to set on the floor, at my feet. I
told them all to pull up their skirts, and start playing with their
pussys and cocks, I told them about the new business and that it would
start in a week, and I told Kim that she and I would be married the
next day. She would be my assistant still a slave to me but over the
other slaves. I then told Marty and Larry they would have tits
starting the next day and would go up to the city, the doctor was
ready for them.
I told Marty about that Candy had did that afternoon, and
because she had been so good they would sleep together tonight. I
then told Larry because he had cleaned up the house so well and that
Cathy and done a good job of shopping they would sleep with each
other. Then I looked over at Kim and smiled and told she she would
sleep with me in our bed from now on. To night would be a night every
one would have some fun, I told Kim, she would start her new job now.
I had her come over and set on the arm of my chair, I then told Candy
and Cathy to go and change into their red baby dolls, and red heels.
I told Kim she would go in and fix them up, put lip stick on their
nipples and make them do a good job on their makeup, she said yes
master and went off to do her work. I told Larry and Marty to stop
playing with there cocks, and go to their room and change into the
white baby dolls and white heels, and then come back and stand looking
at the wall, I also told them to put lip stick on, and they new where
I wanted it.
I went into my room and got out of my clothes and put on my black
smoking jacket, Kim came in and said they were almost ready. She told
me she was very happy about her marriage to me and said she would be
the wife I wanted her to be, but she still needed direction. I told
her I new that and we would have no problems. I told her from now on
she would dress a little different then the other to show her
authority, but still be submissive to me. She asked me what I wanted
her to dress up in. I told her to were the black baby doll and
crotchless panties and black heels, the black heels would be her sign
of authority. The other slaves would not were that color except for
special times. She smiled and started to change. After she changed I
told her to get the bag of leather toys and bring them in with her.
I went into the living room and every one was standing there
looking at the wall as I wanted. I had Kim go over and from the bag
pull out the collers and put a collar and lock it on each of them,
after this was done, I told her to strap on a but plug and lock it on
them too. I was watching all this and started to get a hard on.
After Kim had finished, I had every one turn around and kneel down. I
walked in front of them and told them to kiss my cock, this was there
way of saying thank you. I walked down the line and each one gave my
cock a loving kiss. I told Kim to get the vido camera and set them up
in each of the bed rooms so we would have home movies later. As she
was doing this I told Marty and Candy to go to the room with the
double bed and lay down on their backs. I told Larry and Cathy to go
to the other room an and stand buy the bed until I got there. When I
got to Marty and Candy's room they were laying on the bed as I had
told them and Kim was just finished setting up the camera, I got a
foot of chain and locked one end to each of there collers and told
them to leave the light on and they could not get out of bed. I told
Kim to start the camera, she did and we went to the other room. Kim
started setting up the camera and I told Larry and Cathy to get in a
sixth nine side by side, I then took a some short chain and locked it
form their collars to a hook on the ass plugs, there was no way for
them to do any thing but suck each other. Kim had camera ready, I
told them the same thing I told Marty and Cathy. Kim and I left for
our own room.
CHAPTER 6
I told Kim to slip on a garter belt and back seam nylons. I went
out to the living room and looked out the window enjoying the view and
knowing that this was going to be a happy family. Kim came out and
put her arms around me and held me, telling me that she loved me more
the any thing in the world. I looked down at her and then picked her
up in my arms and carried her to the bed room. We settled into a side
by side sixty nine with me snuggling and lightly biting her love
button and then thrusting my tongue deep into her pussy while she
played a virtuoso on my flute and balls. She started to cum right
away. After her orgasm,I felt the need to fuck As I made the move she
stopped me to suggest that I tie her up before fucking her, I got up
and got the wrist and ankle cuffs and as she put them on I chained her
arms and legs to the bed. I then started to tease her with my mouth
and cock, leaving her covered with traces of saliva and love juice.
She climaxed twice more as I licked her between her legs. Then
shoving a pillow under her ass, I entered her hot moist cunt, pumping
in slow, unhurried thrusts, for a while she responded by lightly
grasping my dick with her vaginal muscles, but soon she grew frantic
and tried to force the tempo. Refusing her humping invitation, I
merely changed the rhyuthm and lenght of my stroke while providing
counterpoint with a frenzy flooding of cum, with Kim screeching a high
banshee wail while I accompained her with load moans as I unloaded a
bucket of come in her and then collapsed on top of her.
After I had regain my senses, I realized my dick was still stiff,
well I know Kim is a woman who is aroused to orgasm by sucking a cock.
She derives intense pleasure form working her mouth around a throbbing
dick, she seems to know instinctively that her mouth and tongue and
lips are prime instruments of the expression of affection. I told her
I was still hard like a rock. She looked at me and said to slid up
and fuck her in the mouth, if I wanted to unchain her hands she would
use them to help me enjoy it more. I slid up on her belly leaving a
trail of precum on the way, when I put my cock in her mouth, Kim acted
with hunger, she sucked with abandon, seeming to forget the rest of
the world as she worked on my prick. She took my cock in her hand and
began to rub it gently, as she fondle it, she took the whole thing
into her mouth, every hard inch, and she sucked as if she were
drinking a thick shake. She sucked hard and steady, I could fell my
cockhead hit against the back of their throat. How fantastic her
mouth felt on me, her lips tighten around my cock and then she started
to kiss me from the tip of my cock to base of the shaft as her head
bobbed up and down, over and over, faster and faster, as if it were
getting off instead of me. I wanted to hold back. I wanted to enjoy
Kim's mouth on my cock for as long as possible, but she was too good
for me to do that for long. My balls were heavy and full, I held her
head down on my cock with my hand and fucked my hard cock into her
mouth, going deeper and deeper with each thrust, straining to come and
to make it last as long as possible. My balls emptied and spew thick
gobs of cum up the length of my cock and down Kim's throat. Swallow I
told her, she swallowed, gulping my cum down with a thirst that needed
quenching. My fingers grabbed her hair and yanked her hard to my cock
as I became lost in what was happening. Kim keep swallowing and
sucking, not missing a stroke, and I kept coming and coming. It was
one of my longest orgasm ever. I had to finally pull Kim away from my
cock. She just would not quit even after I'd become positively limp,
it was as if she couldn't get enough, that once she tasted my cock and
cum she was addicted. I wanted to give her more, but I had no mlore
to give. I just lay down beside her and we both went to sleep.
CHAPTER 7
When i woke the next morning, I shook Kim and asked if she wanted
to have coffee with me, She said sure but I would have to unchain her.
I unchained her and we went to the kitchen. After she had the coffee
made I told her to unchain the others. She came back in a few saying
they were getting ready. We had our coffee and then went to the
living room. The others were there waiting for us. I told Larry to
get some food on, and Marty to help him. As thay walked out of the
room Larry and Marty were walking on those five inch heels, and were
not having any problems, I watched them, they also had two nice ass.
I set down in my chair and told the girls to come over we had things
to do, I told Kim she would go shopping today for her wedding outfit.
It would be a white vail, with a white half bra, white garter belt,
and she would be in her white high heels. I told Candy and Cathy that
they would go with her to help. After we finished the food, I told
Larry and Marty to get dressed in something sexy to go to the doctor,
because he wanted to fuck them and suck them off after he had worked
on them, I said it was ok for them to have some fun with him. When
they came back in they both had on red high heels, fishnet nylons,
leather miniskirt and white blouses. I told them it looked good and
to get going. Kim and the other two came over and said they were
ready to go. I kissed each good bye and off they went. I went out
and got the mail and then to the den to take care of business.
The letter from the contractor had the blue prints in it, I
looked them over and could not find any problems. I called him and
told him to go ahead, he said he could have it done in two days. I
then called the place we had ordered the machines from and told them
to deliver in three days. Well most of the work was out of the way
and only one more call to make, to an old friend who just happen to be
a judge. I called his number and when he came on line I asked him if
he could preform a wedding for me. He ask who was getting married, I
said I was, he told me that he was booked for to day but tomorrow he
could. I told him all about my slaves and Kim. I new what he wanted
so I told him he could have Larry and Marty for a night. He said that
was great and wanted to know if he could bring down a young friend to
join in I told him yes. He said that would be fun, and was looking
forward to being there. I said I know you old cock sucker. He said I
was right and he would be there at three the next day. Having
finished all my work I decited to go take a nap.
When I woke up Kim was on her knees next to the chair with her
head in my lap. She told me every one was back and waiting for me. I
went in the family room to see what was going on. Candy and Cathy had
all Kim's wedding outfit laied out for me to see and Larry and Marty
had their blouses open to show me their thirty two inch tits. Larry
said the doctor would make them bigger with in the next week, but he
wanted the hormone shots to catch up with his surgery. I told them I
understood and that they both looked good. I then told every one
about the judge and wedding party. I told Marty and Larry that they
would party with the Judge and his friend and Candy and Cathy would
party with Kim and me. Everyone thought this was going to be fun. I
am going to tell you what you are to ware and what you will do. I
told Larry and Marty they would be dressed in black high heels, black
nylons, black garter belt, black half bra. They would put on makeup
and not to forget their nipples. Marty would be the best man, and
Larry would give his sister away. After the ceremony they would go
off to the bed room and party with the Judge. I told Candy and Cathy
they would be dreesed the same way but in red. After the wedding thay
would party with Kim and I. I told them we were going to have some fun
to night after we had a chance to eat and change clothes. I told
Larry and Cathy to get dinner ready and the rest of them to change
into their night clothes.
After eating we all went into the living room. I told Candy and
Cathy I would like them to put on a show for us. I told them to go at
it and I got comfortable, they started kissing and caresing each other
and my cock got hard in my hand, Kim reach over and replaced my hand
with hers and started to move it up and down. Candy and Cathy really
enjoyed each other and hardly knew we were there. Candy peeled open
Cathy's cunt and I watched her dip her face down in that red hairy
snatch and start to suck it. Candy knew how to suck pussy because she
was really going at it. I could smell their hot wet pussys, my cock
was akeing, and I wanted to cum, Kim ran her hand up and down my prick
as Candy and Cathy moved in to a sixty nine and their tongues were
deep inside each other's holes. Let me have Candy tell you about it.
The Master told Cathy and me he wanted us to put on a show for
him I had Cathy lay on her back so I could start to eat her, and then
she turned so she could eat me too. I started running my tongue up
and down her cunt and then I put a finger up her ass. She was jumping
all over the place and doing the same for me. The harder I licked the
harder she licked, then Kim reach down and gave each of us a large
didlo so we started to fuck each other with it going slow at first and
the speeding up as we got hotter. Cathy was fucking me and sucking my
clit at the same time and I was trying to do the same for her. She
then took the dildo out of my cunt and put it up my ass pulled my cunt
to her face and began licking my creamy slit. This was all I needed
to cum. Cathy knew the exact spot and exactly how to stroke me. I
started to yell and pound my pussy down in her face as I came. The
master was looking down at me and new I could not finish Cathy off, He
got down between Cathy's legs, and took the dildo out and shoved it in
my mouth. He then started to slid his prick in to that wide open
cunt. He slipped it in all the way and I could fell Cathy moaning in
my cunt. The faster he fucked her the loader she moaned and she was
vibrating my clit. Then she grabbed my ass and squeezed with all her
might and yelled in my pussy, and started to cum all over the master's
dick. After she settled down the master started to fuck her slow
building up his own orgasm, Kim came down and started to suck and play
with his tits. When he started to cum, he pulled out of Cathy's pussy
and pulled the dildo out of my mouth and replaced it with his dick.
He grabbed the back of my head and stuck all his prick in my mouth,
moving my head back and forth on his dick. He then filled my mouth
full of cum, as he was cuming he told me not to swallow all but hold
some in my mouth. After he had pulled his dick from my mouth he
called my husband over and told him to french kiss me, that half the
cum was for him.
CHAPTER 8
As you can see I like to share things with my slaves sometimes.
After Marty and Candy finished with my come I told every one we are
haveing a early evening and that we will have some fun latter. I told
Marty and Larry they would sleep together, and Candy and Cathy would
sleep on the floor next to Kim and me. I told Larry and Marty to go
put on their ass plugs and go to the bedroom and wait for me. I told
Kim to fix the girls up in our room, they would help us enjoy our
selfs. Kim had helped me come good and I wanted another time with
her. I went into the bedroom and Larry and Marty were setting on the
bed, I told them to lay in a sixty-nine and I would lock them to each
other and they could have fun all night sucking each other. I locked
their ass plugs and then chained them neck to dick. Both of them
started to get hard, just looking at each other's cock. I set up the
camera and left. When I got to my bedroom, Kim was laying in the
middle of the bed Candy and Cathy were setting on each side of her.
Kim sure did look pretty laying there with her legs spread wide for
me. I told the two girls to start kissing her tits and playing with
her pussy while I watched. They leaned over and started to suck and
lick her tits and Cathy put a finger in Kim's pussy, and started
moving it in and out very slowley. I was standing there and my rod
was getting bigger all the time. I started to strok it up and down
slowley and in a few seconds it would be in that nice blonde pussy.
Kim started to move her ass on the bed and moan as the girls bit on
her nipples. I got on my knees between her legs and very slowley
begin sliding my prick into her pussy. Cathy took her finger out as I
put my dick in and begin putting it up Kim's ass. I leaned over Kim
and she put her legs around me and pulled me to her. The girls
started to work harder on her tits and Kim put her mouth on mind and
started to suck. The harder I fucked her the more she wanted. I knew
I was not going to hold out and just went with the flow. I started to
come in her pussy and that set her off too. We were both coming at
the same time. We lay locked together in bliss. After we had
finished we told the girls thanks and they were to go to bed. We then
went to sleep.
When I got up the next day I found Kim curled up in my arms with a
smile on her face. I looked over at each of the girls and they were
smiling too. I went to wake up Larry and Marty and told them to clean
up the living room. I then went off to my den, I sat down behine my
desk and waited for Larry to come with my coffee. He gave me a cup of
good hot coffee and I told him to turn around, I wanted to look at his
nice ass. When he did I told him to wiggle it for me, boy he looked
good standing there on five inch heels. I told him to get the girls
up, and bring be more coffee. When he left I said to my self I am
going to fuck that ass. When everyone was up I called them in and
told them what to do and how I wanted the wedding to go. Everyone was
to be dressed by two, and the wedding would be at three when the Judge
arrived. I asked if any one had any questions, they all said no
Master. I told them to get busy, and they all left with smiles on
their faces. I spent the day going over business with Kim until two,
then I told her to get the girls and go to the other bedroom and get
dressed. I called Marty in and told him he would help me get dressed.
Marty was dressed and he looked good. His new tits were really
standing out and the lip stick he had put on them made his nipples
stand out. I leaned over and started to suck one and his dick got
hard. I told him to wait for the Judge he would take all his honey
form him. We went to my room and I went to take a shower, as I was
soaping down Marty reached in and asked me if he could play with my
cock. I told him not yet but I had a surprise for him latter. When I
finished I put on my black leather jock strap and black short cut silk
jacket, this was my wedding outfit. I went out to the living room and
the Judge and his young friend were there we shock hands and I told
him I wanted him to take the wedding pictures. He said he would be
glad to. The Judge asked me if we were ready and I told him yes. He
then told his young boy to take all his clothes off and get the
camera. I called everone in and when the girls came in they looked so
good, then the boys which looked good too. The Judge had Kim and me
stand in front of him I told him to hold on a sec. I called Marty
over and told him to suck my dick and get it hard. He got on his
knees and in no time his mouth had got me hard. I told the Judge to
go a head with the ceremony. When he finished I kissed Kim and told
the Judge to go into the bed room he would have a surprise in a few
seconds. Let me have him tell you about it.
I went into the bed room and got ready for a good fuck and suck
with some good looking cocks. First Larry came in and lay on the bed,
his cock was hard and he was working his hand up and down it. I
leaned over and started to have some fun sucking this good looking boy
with big tits. I had his cock in my mouth and then turned around to
have him start sucking me. Then Marty came in I told him to join us,
as I was sucking Larry's dick and he was sucking me I could fell a
mouth moving near my asshole. It was Marty and he started to eat my
ass like I could not believe. I felt his warm tongue rushing into my
ass, and then there were his fingers sliding in and out. Marty
started to move his cock into my ass, and I sat up a little, pulling
my mouth away from Larry's cock that I was sucking, I could see my
friend had come in, he just stood there for a few minutes, I told him
to come on over and join it. I pulled the boy to me and started to
eat his ass, and he was just loving it. Larry beneath me was still
sucking me and Marty behine was fucking me and now I had a nice piece
of ass to bury my mouth aginst. I started to moan loud as I reached
around and felt the hard cock in front of my friend whose ass I was
sucking. I could feel it getting stiffer, and I keep stroking his
dick as I was eating his asshole, working my tongue deeper. When his
ass was dripping wet, I got a wonderful idea. I turned my friend
around and started to sit him on the hard cock that I had been sucking
a while earlier. I lowered him all the way down the dick, holding
Larry's cock at the base so I could guide it into my friends asshole.
My friend started to slide up and down on Larry's cock, I leaned
forward and started to suck my friend's cock. Now I was sucking a
cock, getting fucked by Marty, while I was getting sucked by Larry at
the same time. I could feel the cock in my ass throbbing, I pulled my
head off the cock I was sucking to tell them don't come yet I don't
want any of you to come. I could see smiles on all the faces that I
could see. I could hear Larry moaning something and the warm heat
from his breath was making me feel even hotter. Then I could fell my
own dick throbbing and I didn't think I could hold back. It was just
that there was so much happening that turned me on, that I was so sure
I would not be able to hold back. I started to moan, and fell my dick
exploding in Larry's mouth. But in fact my cock stayed hard, even
though I had just cum, and that way, with Marty fucking my ass I was
able to keep going, and started to work my toungh over my friends cock
and then started sucking him agin and then I felt Larry's tongue
working over my cock slit I thought that felt fantastic. Marty was
throbbing in my ass and I could here my friend moaning. I could hear
Marty say yes I am coming in your ass. Larry who had sucked the come
from me, was throbbing in my friends ass and getting very near to
shooting his load. I started to moan loud and my friend moaned loudly
and I felt his cock in my mouth starting to throb. Within a few
seconds I could fell Marty's cock shooting in me and my friend
unloaded his cum in my mouth, and Larry was shooting in my friends
ass.
CHAPTER 9
After I gave the Judge the key, I told my bride to get her
bridesmaids and her self into our bedroom it was time for us to
communiate the marriage. When I went into the bedroom Kim was laying
in the bed, and Candy and Cathy were on each side standing there
waiting for me, I looked down on my bride and told her to put a finger
in her cunt, and play with her self. I told Candy and Cathy to pull
on her nipples while she finger fucked her cunt. I took off my silk
jacket and knelt between her legs so I could get a better look at her
pussy. I told Kim to move over, and I laid down next to her. I still
had on my jock strap and it was standing up because my cock was so
hard. I told Cathy to get on the bed between my legs and take my jock
off and suck my dick, and for Candy to get between Kim's legs and eat
her pussy. As I looked down I could see Cathy's nipples becoming
erect. Cathy's nipples were big, I turned my head and watched Kim and
Candy for a few minutes, Candy started sucking Kim's nipples, as Kim
keep running her finger in and out of her cunt. Kim reached up and
started to stroke Candy's breasts, and I could see Candy's nipples
getting big. Cathy was just licking the lenght of my cock all the way
from my piss hole to my balls. Cathy reached up and started to flick
my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, which was really turning
me on. Then I saw Candy lower her head to Kim's pussy and stick her
tongue it, as far as she could. I reach down and took Cathy by the
head and pulled her mouth down on my prick, trying to stick it down
her throat. Kim moved one hand over to me and started to pinch my
other nipple. She was also bouncing up and down trying to get her
hole cunt in Candy's mouth. Cathy was taking all my prick, bobbing
her head up and down. I told Candy to lift Kim's legs over her
shoulders and eat her asshole. I wanted it nice and slippery when i
put my cock it. What a site that was, Kim was beating her high heels
on Candy's back as Candy did a job on her ass. I new I would not last
long the way Cathy was working on my dick. I don't know how I had the
presents of mind to give directions but, I new I loved Kim and this
being our wedding night I wanted her to really have a good time. I
pulled Cathy's head from my prick and told her to take the dildo and
when I put my cock in Kim's ass for her to reach around me and put it
in Kim's pussy and fuck her. I told Candy to turn around and get up
by Kim's head and pull Kim's legs up and out and hold her that way as
I put my cock in her. I got between Kim's legs and put them over my
shoulders, Cathy reached around me and started to guide my prick into
Kim's ass, Candy let Kim's legs go and leaned down and started to kiss
and lick Kim's nipples. My cock slid up her ass. Cathy then started
to slid the dildo in Kim's pussy, Kim reach up and started to flick
and pinch my tits and I started to fuck her slow and hard. Pulling my
prick almost out and then driving it in all the way in Kim started to
moan and ask me to fuck her harder, and she told Candy to turn a
little so she could suck on Candy's big nipples. I could not belive
the pleasure we were all having. Kim's ass fit over my cock like a
glove and she used her ass muscle to make it even titer. Kim keep
pinching my nipples and I put the rod to her. She started to yell out
with a tit in her mouth that she was coming and that triggerd me. I
could not hold back, I flooded her ass with cum. Kim reached up and
put her arms around me pulling me down on her. She was holding to me
like she never wanted to let me go. Cathy and Candy rolled out of the
way, as Kim and I lay together in our pleasure. When I came back to
reality, I told Candy and Cathy to go to the other room and fuck there
brains out, Kim and I would sleep. Kim curled up in my arms and we
both went out together.
Hi I am Cathy my master wanted me to share with you what we did
after he and our new misstress went to sleep. When he told us to go
to the other room Candy and I all most ran, that must have been a site
us on our five inch heels and our tits and ass moving back and forth.
Well I asked Candy if she would like to seduced me. She said she
would love to. She leaned closer to me on the bed and I could see her
nipples becoming erect. Candy is a gorgeous brunette and very petty
and well built. Her breasts are large and pendulous as mine are and
her nipples are just as big, although she is not as bushy around the
cunt as I am, she has real dark hair. She is beautiful and I was hot
as hell after helping the Master and Kim fuck. She reached over and
began to stroke my breasts. It felt heavenly, and she was soon
sucking my nipples as I fonddled her tits. Candy can be a aggressive
person, with another womam, which made me more eager. I let her play
with my pussy and then she started to eat me. She brought me off
several times, she would put her tongue far up my pussy and suck on my
clet at the same time. I was extremely hot and could not wait to eat
her, I got down between her legs to taste her, she was responsive to
my tongue. I put one finger in her ass and she had a orgasm right
way.
CHAPTER.10
When I woke up the next day, Jan was not in bed with me I went to
the next room Candy and Cathy were there I told them to get up and get
dressed. I then went next door to look in on Larry and Marty they
were still a sleep in a sixty nine, the Judge and his friend had left.
When I went into the kitchen I found Jan cooking, I told her she was
not to cook for the family that was Larry's job. She said this was
for me only, so we set down and ate. We then went to my den to go
over the new business. I told Jan to get the rest up and get Larry
and Marty on the way to the doctor, and Candy and Cathy would clean
house. I then received a call form Marge, she wanted to know If I
would like to party with her and one of her slaves? I told her sure I
would come over and bring one of my slaves too. I told Jan to take
Candy down to the new shop, Cathy would go with me to see Marge.
Cathy and I left to see Marge, when we got there Marge was
setting on the couch waiting for us. I told Cathy to kneel at her
feet and stay there until I told her to move. Marge was looking good.
Marge said she felt like dancing and took Cathy's hand and started to
dance with her. Soon the two women were moving together to the rhythm
of the sensous music. You remind me of a slave I once had, Marge
said. I loved her a lot, she had these great tits, just like yours.
Cathy blushed. Marge moved closer and spoke softly. Your Master says
you'll do whatever I want you to do. Cathy's body was swaying to the
music, her eyes half closed, her lips turned up in a faint smile,
Marge extended her hand and ran her fingertips over the prominent
curve of Cathy's left breast. Taking hold of the nipple between thumb
and forefinger, she rolled it and finally pinched it. Cathy shivered
at the knowing touch of Marge's fingers. Moving closer, Marge slowly
unbuttoned Cathy's blouse and pushed it aside to reveal her tits.
Cathy's tits were standing out like two cantaloupes, her pinkish-brown
nipples long and hard like two thumbs, were pokeing through the holes
in her bra, she started to moan softly. Marge peeled off Cathy's
blouse and tossed it aside. Then, standing in front of her moving
with the music, Marge slipped her hands up to lift and hold Candy's
swaying breasts. These tits turn me on Marge hissed. before Cathy had
a chance to protest, Marge lowered her head, extended her tongue, and
curled it around one of the long nipples to lick it wetly. She
pressed her tongue against the areola, a murmur of pleaure escaping
her lips. Opening her mouth, she covered the entire nipple and then
slowly sucked it in. Gradually moving her head back, maintaining the
suction, she pulled the nipple out form the tit until it suddenly
pooped free. Marge had Cathy stripped to the waist, her quivering
tits swinging free, Marge held up a breast in each hand so she could
suck both nipples. Let me have Cathy tell you what happen.
Well I know I have a certain craving when it comes to sex, one
thing tht can satisfy me is a tough woman with a heavy hand. Marge
set me down on the couch caressing my tits, pinching and sucking them.
Then all of a sudden, she changed. She started grabbing the flesh on
my thighs and pinching me, at the same time hissing into my ear words
like, Slut Cunt You're going to get it now. And she started slapping
my face. This was really getting me excited. She started pinching my
tits real hard. I had to grit my teeth and take it, because I know if
I resist her, she'll start biting, and that hurts even more. When she
finished she ordered me to strip and fast, because she does not like
to be kept waiting. Then she put leather handcuffs on my wrists and
that really turns me on. She had metal rings attached to one of her
walls, and she hooked me up to the rings so that my arms were pulled
way up high. Then she went back to the couch to talk to my master and
letting me wait for a while, knowing I'm thinking about what she is
going to do to me and getting really horny, By this time, the juice is
pouring out of my cunt. Suddenly I hear her say All right bitch, take
it, and I fell the first stroke of her whip. It lands hard across my
ass, and stings but feels good at the same time. She keep laying it
on me stopping once in a while to massage my sore cheeks. Sometimes I
can't help screaming, it hurts so much, but still I love it, it's so
intense and gets me so hot. She unhooked my and made me stand in
front of her and my master. She got out a couple of nipple clamps and
put them on my nipples they were swollen and red in color, and the
slightest tough on them eliciting gasps of pleasure/pain from me. She
told me to kneel down in front of her and to lift her skirt and eat
her pussy. As I knelt down on the floor I keep my ass up high it was
stinging and the pussy juice was running down my legs. Marge said to
me You're a natural slave, I bet the Master is having a good time with
you. I new she was right because I adore being probed and squeezed
and fondled and whipped and used. Do it now Marge said. My cunt
needs attention. She abruptly pulled her panties down and off her
legs, and put her feet up on the cough. When I went down on her Marge
grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her crotch with a
sigh. Suck me honey get a good mouthfull of cunt. Make believe it's
apple pie. I sucked and licked and chewed until Marge was moaning. I
pulled my face back to have a good look at her cunt. It was a sultry
cunt, ripe and meaty, with thick brown lips, lewd lips, cunt juice
seeping out of her hold, and trickling down to her fat ass. The deep
musk of her cunt smell was over powering. Suck me eat me she
commanded. I trembled. this was different than with Candy. This was
the ripe cunt of a mistress I could feel my own clitoris throbbing, my
cunt lips quivering spasmodically. Once again I lowered my mouth
against Marge's cunt. This time Marge raised her legs and draped them
over my shoulders so that I had asscess to her ass. Marge's body was
different from anything I had ever known. There was a raunchy sexual
smell of perspiration overlaid with a smell of power and perfume, the
combination was terribly erotic. I crushed my face between Marge's
legs, my mouth on the lips of her cunt, my tongue stabbing and
tasting. Marge's cunt was hot and sloppe the wetness of the sexual
discharge oozing against my face. I prodded the bloated cunt with my
tongue, tickled the puckered circle of muscles that ringed the opening
of her cut hole. A glob of thick juice oozed out and I lapped it up.
The inside of Marge's cunt was an interesting as the outside. I could
feel the slick wet walls of the channel with my tongue. Each breath
was heavy with Marge's intimate feminine odor. The tight sucking
tunnel of Marge's cunt, the fleshy red maw of her gaping sex made me
reel with delirious lust. That's it honey. Marge hissed. You suck
like a dream You really love it, don't you. I could not answer my
mouth was full. I sucked slurping up the juice my nose pressed
against her clitoris, tickling and cajoling and rubbing the red bean.
I'm coming Marge cried. I'm coming, and with that she flooded my face
with pussy juice. As I looked up I could see my master standing
there, he had taken his clothes off and had the biggist hard dick I
have ever seen. He told me to get up, he was going to fuck me it the
ass. When I stood up, he reached over and pulled the nipple clamps
off my tits and it hurt like hell. You have gorgeous tits he told me.
Extending his hand, he dug his fingers into the underside of my left
breast and raised it up. Suck It, he said. It turns me on to see you
suck your own tits. Suck it he demanded. Inclining my head I took my
tit into my mouth. Doing this for my master was highly erotic. He
began rhythmically squeezing my breast, urging more flesh into my
mouth. With his other hand he slowly stroked his cock. I watched him
out of the corner of my eye, watched his hand pumping that hard shaft
of meat. He finally allowed me to releasd my nipple it glistened like
a wet raspberry. He told me to put one foot on the couch and open my
legs and show him my cunt. Grinning he pulled over a chair and sat
down directly in front of me. You have a nice pussy he said. Open it
up, show me the inside. My cunt was sopping wet. Using my fingers, I
opened the other lips and showed him the pink interior. Juicy he said
I like juicy cunts. Now turn around and bend over, as I bent over he
came up behine me and I said please fuck my ass, fuck it hard. He
started to penetrated my asshole with his finger. Yes make my asshole
nice and wet for your cock. Removing his finger, he lowered his mouth
down onto my ass and kissed and sucked it. I cried out and pressed my
asscheeks against his mouth as his tongue penetrated my asshole. He
then spread my asscheeks father a part and thrust his tongue in and
out, fucking the shit out of my ass with his tongue, and I loved it.
Finally, much to my pleasure he withdrew his tongue and asked, You
ready. Yes yes oh, am I ready! shove it in ram that fucker straight
into my ass hole. I uttered, taking deep sighing breathes. I had
been fucked in the ass a few times before and learned to like ass
fucking very much, never realizing then that the master was the best
fuck ever. He smeared the head of his cock with cum and pussy juice,
rubbing his bulbous prickhead between my dripping cut lips. With his
cock lubricated, he placed his prick on my squirming puckered assflesh
and instantly felt my asshole tighten. Holding onto my asscheeks, he
slowly forced his prickhead in, hearing me gasp as I tried to hold
back cries of pain. Tears formed in my eyes and rolled down my
flushed cheeks. As he continued to apply pressure he felt the
tightness of my ass muscle. With a gentle push, he popped his bulbous
prick head in.
CHAPTER 11
I screamed it hurts. it hurts. I closed my eyes as the tears
flowed freely. Oh damm don't stop ..fuck me ... fuck my ass! I love
it. I said. The master continued forcing more of his cock in, he
slipped two fingers into my cunt and scooped out globs of cum and
pussy juice. He immediately added the lubrication to his burning
cockshaft as his prick continued to bury itself deeper and deeper into
my asshole. Just then Marge reach out and started to pull hard on my
nipples pinching them and grabbed the back of my head and pulled my
lips to hers and stuck her tough in my mouth. I could hear the Master
say Damm as he shoved his cock in without pause, pulling my asscheeks
towards his crotch. Open up open up, Cathy, he said, felling the
pressure of my ass muscles. Relax honey... relax your body. He said,
felling his balls slapping against my wet and dripping cunt. With his
cock totally buried in my ass, he stopped and took a breather, letting
me adjust to his prick. I thought I was being split in two. Heaven
in hell, it hurts...but no...no...don't take it out. Fuck me...fuck
my ass. I panted. The Master slowly withdrew his cock. When his
prick was almost out, he slid his cockshaft back in. With each trust,
he moved his cock a little faster and faster. I moaned, pushing my
ass back, wiggling my asscheeks and he continued to fuck my ass
passage. You love it, don't you? He asked, sensing his cock slipping
in and out a lot easier with each passing minute. He was lasting a
long time and my asshole was getting the fucking of its life. Oh
Master come inside me...I urged, felling warmth penetrating every inch
of my body. The pain was subsiding rapidly as waves of pleasure took
its place. Almost there, love, he replied without missing a thrust.
As he fucked my asshole, Marge cupped my tits, felling my two big
mounds of tit flesh. She was pinching my erect nipples and pressing
my tits together, rubbing them back and forth. Oh yes...yes,Master I
love it, I said, finally answering his question. Fill my ass with you
jism, fill me, pour it into my asshole, I moaned. I touched my clit
and cried out as a cold shiver raced through my body. Oh baby... play
with my clit... I asked Marge please leave my tits for now and play
with my clit, I was gasping for breath. Marge was only to happy to
oblige and placed her fingers over my quivering flesh. Fuck my
asshole please master and Mistress please play with my clit at the
same time I begged, shaking from head to foot. I threw back my head
and wiggled my hips, rotating them as my orgasm approched. My climax
came nearer with each thrust of his cock and with each touch of her
two fingers on my clit. I came explosively, my shuddering climax
coursing through my body. I feel it. the Master shouted,reaching the
point of no return. I felt his cock stiffening , jerking with
warmness in my ass. With that feeling, he went mad, fucking me faster
and faster, plunging his cock in and out without mercy fucking my
asshole raw. I screamed, not in pain but from pleasure. I begged him
not to stop and Marge had jammed two fingers inside my dripping cunt,
felling his hard cock through the thin membrane. Thank you I cried as
flood of pussy juice flowed once again, filling my cunt. The spasms
of my orgasms were tearing my body a part. At that moment, I herd him
groan, eruping a massive load of cum into my burning asshole. The
jism had a soothing effect. Don't stop... Don't stop.. keep shooting
the stuff into me...keep fucking me. I pleaded pushing Marge's
fingers lustfully in and out of my cunt as my orgasm continued without
end. The Master contiued to fuck his cock into my ass, pumping the
boiling jism in. I reach down and grabbed his balls, milking them of
every drop of cum. I dropped to the floor, I was out of it.
As I came around Marge was looking down at me with a big smile on
her face. She said. so you had a big cum well you must now earn it,
and with that she started to slap my face and then my tits. She
pulled me up and put me on the couch. My hands were still cuffed
behine me as I bounced up and down. Looking down at my nipples
jutteing out through the neat circular holes in the black bra cups. I
noticed that my nipples were still stiff. I prayed that they would
use my body, and take over my mind. My black garter belt was around
my waist. It was made of satin bright and shiny, and the four satin
garters hung down from the belt. they were pinned to the tops of my
nylons black fishnet with a diamond pattern and I could see my five
inch high heels I new I look good, and I wanted to be used so bad. I
foregot to tell you how Marge was dressed , She had on a black leather
waist cincher that was wrapped around her middle. It laced up the
back, it was very tight, and gave her physique shapely curves. She
wore a black leather micro-skirt which barely came down to the tops of
her thighs. Her black-bushed pussy hair showed that she was a natural
brunett. Her legs were her best feature. They were long and lean and
white as ivory. She wore black six inch hi heels Her tits were
gaintant the nipples were about one inch long. When she came over to
me. she started licking her lips. When she embraced me she wrapped
her arms around me and pressed her body against mine. Her breasts
rubbed against mine. They felt very soft. My nipples throbbed. She
said, Give me a great big kiss to show me how glad you are that the
Master bought you here and for the wipping and ass fucking you just
got. She pressed her lips against mine. and I felt like I was going
to faint, and actually even swayed from side to side. I opened my
mouth to moan and she thrust her tongue inside it. I was beening
kissed passionately by her. Her lips were warm and pliant, and her
tongue probed my mouth. It was grate. As she kissed me, She rubbed
her crotch against mine. Her pubic bush rustled against my stockinged
thighs. Her pussy hairs mixed with my own as she rubbed her crotch
against me. Her pussy lips rubbed against my own labia. She was
fondleding my breasts. Her hands were soft and soothing. She lifted
my breasts, and gently rolled my nipples in her fingers. The nipples
were still stiff. I could not understand why she was now being so
gentle with me when before she whipped the hell of me. But I just
went with the flow. When she broke away, ending the kiss. She told
me I only want to make love to you. She cupped my breasts in her
palms, as though she was weighing them. Then she pulled my head down
and put a nipple in my mouth and told me to suck on it. As I sucked
on her tit she started to slid a finger into my cunt. Then she got
down on her knees and pryed my legs wide. She started to massage my
smooth thighs, she opened my cunt lips and and put her toung in as far
as it would go. I groaned, she was touching me, stroking my thighs
and I was shaking. Her soft touch was teasing. She pressed her lips
against my labia and started kissing them. I wiggled on the couch.
The Master came to the head of the couch and held me down. He
squeezed and pinched my nipples where they emerged from the holes in
my bra. My nipples were stiff and hard. He stroked the tops of my
breasts. Marge stuck out her tongue It was long and pink and pointed.
I gasped as she licked up and down along my pussy lips, wetting them
with her saliva. The Master had a hold of me when she put her tongue
along my insides. She ran her tongue along my pink pussy membanes,
licking the juices off them. Heat was rising in my pussy. Her tongue
kindled a fire in me and made my blood boil. Marge's probing tongue
found my clitoris. I breathed so hard and deeply, that my breasts
trembled in my bra. I moaned. Marge stopped eating my pussy and
looked up from it. My juices gleamed on her mouth and chin. She
smiled at my sigh of desire. She lowered her head and went back to
work. Without knowing what I was doing, I found myself rocking my
hips in a response to Marge's tongue. The Master let go of me. I
turned my head to look at him and he was standing there with a hard
cock just over my face. My nipples throbbed when I saw it. The cock
head was thick and fleshy, and the shaft was long and thick. That was
how he really controls me. I needed his hardness in me, and I would
do anything he wanted as long as he would fuck me. He bent forward
from the waist. He stood on the floor by the side of the couch. His
cock loomed above me. I knew what he wanted. I licked my lips and
opened my mouth wide. He lowered his stiff rod down into my hot, wet,
waiting mouth. I took it into my mouth. It hung down from him like a
handle of flesh. It was stiff, hot, and throbbing. I sucked it like
a little girl with a candy cane. All this time, Marge kept her tongue
working on my clitoris. She pinned my moving hips to the couch and
held them down for her thrusting tongue. She made me come. I loved
what she was doing to me. Marge loved to eat pussy, and she was
driving me wild with the rhythms of her trusting tongue. When I came
it felt like a fireball going off in my pussy. I thought that I would
burn up, of faint, or both. All the same, as excited as I was, I
didn't stop sucking my master's cock. He came in my mouth. As the
cum spurted from his twitching cock, I gulped it down my throat,
swallowing it all, sucking it from his cock head. He then told me to
get up and Marge took off the cuffs and told me to get dressed and
wait in the car for him.
CHAPTER 12
The Master came out he got in the car and we drove home. I was
so happy that he had shared me with Marge and I hoped it would not be
the last time. On the way home I new I wanted the Master one more
time. It was night and I asked him to pull off the road and park. He
did and ask me why, I just leaned against him, with my tit pressed
against his arm. I new I must take matters into my own hands, I
reached up and turned his face to me. My lips closed against his, and
I kissed him. I started soft mewls of pleasure and pressured my tit
and thigh against him to let him know no how eager and hot I was for
him. I took his hand and placed it over one of my tits and held it
there. Finally, with my tongue deep in his mouth, I felt his fingers
squeeze, he was felling my tit. I love it I sighed. Please Master
feel me all you want. You're so damned beautiful, Cathy he gasped. I
gurgled in pleasure, writhing against him. I loved the way he was
fondling my tit. I mewled as I rested my hand on his thigh, moving
slowly up until my fingers contacted the head of his swollen, hard
cock. I heard him gasp as I stroked his prick. We kissed more, I
opened his pants and pulled his cock free. Oh Master I cooed as my
fingers closed about his cock. This is lovely. You're so hard. He
ran his hand up my skirt, caressing my warm inner thighs. He stroked
about my crotch making me writhe with steaming pleasure. His hand
moved easily through the thick curls, and then he was thrusting a
finger into my burning wet cunt. I pumped on his cock fast, our
breathing coming hot and heavy. He was pressing me back onto the
seat. I asked if we could get comfortable. He opened the car door
and motioning for me to get out and to come to him. When I was at his
side he lifted my skirt. I then leaned down and ran my tongue about
his swollen cockhead. I sensed his pleased surprise. Closing my hot,
wet lips about the head of his cock, I sucked gently for a moment or
so, then stood up again. His expression was one of pleasure as he
stroked my ass in one hand and felling my hot flesh under my skirt. I
rubbed the dripping head of his cock into the fuzz of my cunt, mewling
as we kissed again. When we pulled a part, I gave another soft laugh,
then turned my back to him. I pulled my dress to my waist and exposed
the creamy swell of my succulent ass to him. I then leaned over and
lay on my stomach across the seat of the car. My feet hung out and he
could see my rounded ass cheeks. Looking over my shoulder at him, I
writhed my ass invitingly. He dropped his pantes and I reached both
my hands behind my back and wantonly caressed the cheeks of my ass.
The Master could see the curling hairs and the way my puffy cunt
pouted at him from bet ween my thighs. As soon as he was ready he
reached for me. His hands moved over my smooth flesh, then, with a
grunt, he dropped to his knees and buried his face into the crack of
my hot ass. Kiss it for me....Please Master Kiss my hot ass... I was
thrilled to hear his eager grunts of pleasure as he began to kiss
hungrily about my puckered asshole, his tongue lapping hotly. I felt
his chin against the wetness of my pussy, and arching my ass up,
twisted it about his licking mouth, mewling with delight. Oh yes
Master I love you so much I said. His tongue shot up and down the hot
crack of my asshole. then downward to stab deep into my cunt. He
thrust his tongue in and out of my boiling pussy swiftly, then brought
it to my asshole once again. I shuddered with ecstasy, felling a
powerful orgasm swelling like boiling water in the pit of my stomach.
His hands ran up and down my smooth thighs, and hips, the smoothness
of my ass. Oh Master I wailed. jamming my ass into his face, I'm
coming Oh tongue my asshole please my cunt I'm coming Master. His
tongue flew rapidly up and down my cunt and asshole as I came. Then
before it was over, he pulled up and I felt his hard cock probing
between my thighs. That's it master I urged hotly. Now stick that
lovely cock up my cunt and fuck me. Oh fuck me now I want it..I want
hour hard cock up my pussy. I felt his prick slip up my tight cunt,
and I shoved my ass back into him mewling with the pleasure it was
giving me. When he gripped my hips with his hands and began slamming
hard into my pussy, I began coming again. Oh more more I shouted into
the still of the night. Give me more feed my hot cunt master fuck my
hot hairy cunt. I love it so . Fuck me Oh, master fuck me good. The
excitement was too much for him, he had his cock up my unsusally
tight, extremely hot cunt. I twisted my ass about in ecstasy, loved
the way his cock stretched the tightness of my pussy and filled my
cunt. I could feel that large, swollen cockshaft pumping back and
forth, and was sure I could feel each and every ridge of his throbbing
hard cock with the lips of my pussy. The Master's cock was long and
very thick, and it felt so very good to me. I mewled softly as the
series of orgasms started again, coming over me like hot waves of
fingerlight caresses. Oh Master I mewled. You're making me come
again. Oh you're very good. your cock is so big...so long and thick.
I love it. Master I love you big, hard cock. Fuck me, Master.
Please fuck me good and hard. I felt him smashing against my upturned
ass cheeks, the hairs at the base of his cock tickling my sensitive
asshole and the flesh of my ass cheeks. Finally he stabbed as deeply
as he could up my cunt, grunting loudly as he went stiff, holding
himself there. You're going to come, Master I wailed with pleasure.
Oh Master your cock is going to spurt right up my cunt. Come in me
Master Oh, pleads give my cunt all that delicious cum juice. Squirt
it to me Master squirt that cum Juice in my pussy. He yelled I am
coming in your cunt Cathy I felt his cum juice plashing into my
spasming cunt, and it sent me into a powerful orgasm that caused my
body to shake violently. I wailed loudly into the night as I twisted
and rolled my ass against him. It seemed to me that we both would
never stop coming, but we finally did. The Master lay on top of me
breathing hard, his cock still inside my cunt. I lay on the car seat,
my tits tingling with pleasure. He finally pulled free and stood up
and pulled me to him and caressed my hair. We got back in to the car
and drove home.
CHAPTER 13
When we got home I told Cathy to have Larry bring me my dinner.
Kim came into the den with me and asked how the day went, I enjoyed
telling her what happen in fact I was getting a hard from telling the
story. Kim was all smiles she said she was glad I had been able to
use Cathy she needed it. I said "yes she has a nice cunt". Right now
I want to eat and then I want to fuck Larry. She just smiled and ask
me how did I want everyone to dress that night. I told her and off
she went to see that it was done.
I told them that I was going to fuck Larry up the ass to night
and would have help form everybody to add to my enjoyment. Larry just
stood there on his five inch heels and smiled. I stood up and told
Marty to get behind me and put his tongue in my ass. As he walked
over I was watching him, he had on a red half bra, red garter belt,
black fishnet nylons, and red five inch heels. He got down on his
knees behind me and put his face between my ass cheeks, and started to
lick. I told Kim to get the dildo for the girls, they would fuck
their cunts as they sucked on my nipples. With that I pulled each of
their heads down to my nipples for them to suck. As Candy and Cathy
were sucking my nipples they were rubbing there tits on me. Kim gave
each of them a dildo and they started to put them in their cunts. I
told Marty to reach around me and pull on my dick. As he stroked it
up and down I looked over at Larry and his mouth was open and his
tongue was running around his lips. I told Kim to get down and suck
my cock as Marty jerked me off. I told Larry he could play with him
self, and to get a dildo and put it in his ass. He smiled and reached
over and picked up a long rubber cock and started to work in is
asshole. Kim and Marty were doing a grate job on my cock and ass.
Candy and Cathy were flicking my nipples were their tongues. I
started to move my ass back on Marty's tongue, I thought he had his
tongue up to my prostate and was twisting it a around. I told Larry
to turn around and bend over and sprayed his ass checks for me. I
told him to back up on to my cock. As he backed up Kim stopped
sucking and rested my cock on Larry's back She pushed my cock
downward, and it slipped into Larry's ass crack, finally entering on
Larry's pucker. "On target", Kim said." Made it easy for you don't
I", smiling up at me. I nudged slowly forward, felling Larry's pucker
give beneath the pressure. A backward thrust of Larry's hips forced
his ass hole to roll open around My cock gland. I could fell my cock
tip suddenly as if it were lock in a vise. Now my cock was secured in
this position, I put my hands on Larry's hips. and eased my cock
forward. I was really aware of the way Larry's ass hole was slowly
being gummed down along my cock neck. More and more of my cock inches
penetrated Larry's ass. It seemed as if that part of my cock buried
up Larry's ass was being squeezed to twice its normal length. The
friction caused by the drag of my cock against the sides of Larry's
anal lining was causing a sensuous heat that was oozing into my cock
and outward into Larry's hole. Oh. Master.. fuck .. my .. shitty..oh,
oh..ass, Larry grunted, his ass slowly dripping further and further
over my cock. My cock was jammed in to its halfway point. Larry
liked the feel of My rock hard cock inside of him. He liked it so
well, he was anxious for even more of it . Larry started to buck his
hips backward. Oh, Larry moaned, his movement having taken up more
inches the he had really bargained for. Fuck .. oh..fuck, I groaned.
My loss of three more cock inches up Larry's ass hole had come as an
pleasurable surprise. "Master please wait, oh fuck.. please wait,"
Larry chanted, biting his lips, willing his anal muscles to relax
around his assful." Oh shit...you are so big." You are.. so ..
fucking.. deliciously... big. I love you Master." Larry moaned I
leaned forward and cupped a hand over each of Larry's new tits and I
felt the hardness of his nipples against my palms, I rubbed over those
tack like erections. Oh, master oh, master Larry mumbled in
appreciation. His nipples were sensitive to my caress. The slightly
painful chafing of Larry's nipples sent pleasurable waves inward to
combine with the other sensation at work in his guts. I expertly
judged the moment Larry's ass had adjusted sufficiently to my cock to
be able to accept even more of it. I slowly fucked more oh my sexual
sword up larry's sexual scabbard. Another inch penetrated Larry's ass
hole, enduring the squeezed that greeted it. Larry dropped his arms
down along his sides. Then he moved his hands backward along his legs
and around my legs. he clamped onto my ass buns. Holding tightly,
Larry pulled my body to his, thrusting his ass back to swallow up the
last of my cock. I'm in I muttered to Kim, I'm in up to my balls.
Larry looked over his shoulder and said. " Tell me about it master..
fuck...tell me about it". My scrotum hung down along Larry's ass. My
lower belly squashed Larry yelled "fuck me please" My lower belly
squashed into Larry's ass. My nipples were being sucked by the girls
and Kim dipped her head between our legs and started to suck on my
balls. You are tight, I told Larry Damn but you're tight. "Pump me
Master" Larry said, wiggling his ass even deeper over my cock."
Please fuck me real good." My pelvis fit securely against Larry's
buttocks my pubic hair pressed designs into Larry's buns. I began a
slow withdrawal of my cock form Larry's anus. I pulled my cock all
the way out to the cock head. then slipped it back up all the way.
Oh, shit Master oh Larry said breathlessly, as a the forward slide of
my cock jabbed the head into Larry's swollen prostate. My thick cock
inches drug sensuously along Larry's prostate as My cock went deeper
into Larry's ass hole. I gave a few trial pumps to assure myself that
Larry's anus was sufficiently relaxed to take the brunt of my fucking.
When I was sure Larry's ass hole was adjusted I began screwing in
earnest. I moved into a higher gear. I coordinated my in and out
fuck strokes with the back and forth hand strokes over Larry's
nipples. Screw me ..beat me..fuck me..whip me, master oh please.
Larry cried. his voice sounding clearly above the pounding of my cock
in his ass. My cock was leaking juices each time it slid home into
Larry's ass hole and each time it came out again. Larry's rectum was
becoming fully lubricated with My natural oils to its depth. My
juices didn't detract form the fit. actually, the oily liquid allowed
for the formation of a vacuum that held my cock even more securely
within Larry's hole. Larry's rectum spasmed around my cock. My cock
trembled inside of Larry's ass, I once again began sliding my cock
outward along the slick slidway of Larry's rectum. I pulled until
only my cock head remained up Larry's ass hole. I then jabbed back
inside of of his anus, moving my lower body so that my cock could
penetrated from a slightly different angle." Oh my Larry grunted Oh,
my fucking Master Oh Oh." I was surprised at how quickly I was
becoming excited. There was no mistaking those signs which told me I
was rushing toward to orgasm. I could only wonder if I was going to
drop my load at the same time Larry would. I though a close climax
with my slave would be ok. I started to grunt I`m going to cream, as
I pumped my cock in Larry's ass.. Oh please come.. Master please cum
up my ass. I new Larry wanted to feel my cum sloshing through his
bowels He wanted the heat of it, the wash of it, the smell of it he
wanted it, needed it. Now Please Now he yelled. I ground my belly
into Larry's buttocks. I had no control. Blast. please blast Larry
bellowed impatient for my cream. Drown me. fucking..drown me in your
spunk. My testicles were obliging they erupted quarts of my white,
hot sperm into Larry's musky and cluching bowels. Wad after wad of my
coagulating cum blasted into Larry's spasming anus, the rich cream
being sucked deeper and deeper into his ass. Oh..Oh..Larry groaned
his head dropped backward on his straining neck tendons. "Fuck me
Master.. Oh Yes." Even while my cock was in eruption up Larry's ass
Larry was breaking loose in is own load of spunk. Larry's first heavy
streames of male cream ran down his leg" Ohmuy Oh my Master I love it"
When I woke up the next morning I found Kim curled in my arms,
with a smile on her face. As I looked down on her I new I loved her
and our marriage would work out. I started to get up and she put her
arm around me cuddling up to me. I leaned down and Kissed her and got
up and went into the kitchen for some coffee. I poured a cup and set
down. Larry was up and he came in, he had on his white nightie and
white heels. He looked at me and said "Master thank you for the
fucking you gave me I hope I am a worthy slave for you." I told him
he had a tight ass and I enjoyed fucking it. He then knelt down at my
feet, as I drank my coffee. Kim came in and set down next to me, I
told Larry to get his mistress a cup of coffee and the wake up the
others and get ready to go to the city and work. I then turned to Kim
and asked her what time I should be at the shop for my inspection.
She told me about 1, so she could have every thing ready. She
informed me that Larry and Marty were going to see the doctor, and she
would need Candy and Cathy to help to day in the shop. The orders for
work were coming in so fast, she did not know were that were all
coming from. I told her Marge most likely put the word out and we
would get a lot of business. I told her it was ok for her to take the
girls and I would be down at one to see the lay out. I went to the
den and buried myself with work after they left. I called Terry and
talked to her a while, we set up a party for the coming weekend. She
would bring over Randy and the other two slaves. I looked up at the
clock and it was time for me to go.
CHAPTER 14
As I pulled up in front of the shop I saw the owner of the shop
next door come out and wait for me. He came over and said. I know
you do not know me but, I have heard of you, from Marge. I just
looked at him, well what about it, I said. He just smiled and told me
he was a slave and his wife was his Mistress. I smiled and told him
to tell his wife to call me some time and maybe we would all get to
gather for some fun. I walked into the shop and looked around. Jan
had done a good job on the place it looked efficient and clean. I
walked over to the office with my name on it, and went in. There was
a big desk and high back chair and a couch, coffee table and two other
easy chairs. I though this is a way to run a business. Jan came in
right behind me with Candy and Cathy on her tail. They were all
dressed in their work uniforms, they looked good. I told Candy to
open two more buttons on her blouse, I wanted the public to see more
of her tits. I told Cathy to turn around and pull up her skirt I
wanted to see if Marge had left any marks, she had not. I told Jan it
looked good and asked when it would be open to the public, she said
the next day. Ok well we should have some fun. I walked out of the
shop and went next door, I told the man there to come with me. We
walked back to the shop and I told him he would be the lookout If any
one came he was to let us know and that he could watch what was going
to happen. I told the girls to strip. I looked over at the man and
his eyes got big just looking at the way the girls were dressed. I
told him he could play with him self but to make sure he did his job
of look out. We are going to have a party I said. As I looked over
the girls all those tits in half bras standing out, with big nipples
red from the lip stick. I looked at the cunts, one red, one black,
and one blonde. and all of them with five inch heels on. I told Jan
she and I would do some fucking and for her to get her strap on dildo
and get the girls ready. Jan went to a desk and pulled out the
fourteen inch cock, that had been used on Larry. After she had it
strapped on, she had the girls kneel. Jan looked over at Candy and
said. We are going to have a real good time. Jan laughed and
casually cupped Candy's ripe young tit, feeling the firm globe through
the half bra. The nipple was hard, from the sexual excitement. Jan
took her face in her hands and kissed Candy with open lips. Candy
could feel Jan's tongue slithering in her mouth. Jan grabbed Candy's
wrist and thrust her hand to her moist pussy, forcing Candy's hand
into her pussy. Jan was busy pulling on Candy's nipples. Candy
sighed as she was pushed onto her back on the carpeted floor of the
room. She raised her ass for Jan and opened her legs. I'm going to
eat your cunt first, Jan whispered, Candy was resting on her elbows,
with her feet flat on the floor, knees raised and spread wide. Her
cunt hair covering the slender pink crease, was gloriously exposed to
Jan's hungry gaze. Licking her lips lewdly, Jan slipped onto her
stomach, her head and shoulders between Candy's legs. With her thumbs
Jan gently spread the lips of Candy's cunt, exposing more of her pink,
juicy pussy. She saw the tiny coral-red clit at the top of Candy's
cunt, her clit throbbing visibly. Oh, It's positively beautiful, Jan
whispered, pausing to kiss the inside of Candy's warm thigh before
pressing her own hot lips against the girl's cuntlips. Jan's tongue
slipped over the warm, velvety cuntlips, testing, probing softly
before delving into the sweet, musky inner recesses of Candy's cunt.
Involuntarily twitching with excitement, Candy's big nipples rubbed
against the floor, hot electrical bolts of pleasure jerked though her
veins. Jan had waited all day to have her tongue fucking into this
cunt, before her, and now she was going to enjoy it for all it was
worth. I looked down at Candy's sleek, slender body,her ripe young
tits on her chest excited me. it made blood pump to my enormous prick.
Her areolas, nipples standing out proudly, outlined my the bra with
the lipstick made them just right for eating. A low rumbling groan
escaped my lips and I cursed under my breath, wishing I hadn't let Jan
go first. Candy looked down her body, past the slightly flattened
swells of her pert tits, and saw Jan hungrily moving her mouth over
her cunt. Candy admitted to herself that she liked her pussy eaten.
Mmm ffft Jan slurped, fucking her tongue into Candy's cunt, then
digging her tongue through the rosy petals to reach the drooling clit.
She caught the tiny nub between her lips and sucked hungrily, pleased
when she felt Candy become tense with excitement. A choked sob of
pleasure caught in Candy's throat. As Jan sucked on Candy's clit, Jan
inserted her middle finger into Candy's wet cunt. Candy sighed as Jan
shoved her finger in completely, whipping the clit with her tongue at
the same time. I moved and positioning myself behind Jan, she lifted
her ass checks up for me to put my dick into. I told Cathy to hold
Jan's checks apart for me. As I started to slip My cock up Jan's
ass,her hole would not open for me and I lost my hard and then stood
back to watch and think. I am going to take Jan to see Marge and have
some thing done about her asshole.
CHAPTER 15
Jan fingered her own hot pussy into a frothy inferno, then
twisted around and straddled Candy's face with her knees. Go ahead,
honey eat my pussy, she said. I know you love it. I know you will.
Candy opened her eyes slowly, and first thing she was was Jan's
glistening pink pussy and her visibly pulsing clit. She slipped her
arms around Jan's waist, pulling the dewy pussy down to her face.
Jan's finger tips caressed the warm skin of Candy's taut asscheeks and
slid down her thighs, fingering the silk nylons that sheathed long
slender legs. I love it. Candy repeated, pulling the pussy down to
her face. She pursed her lips and kissed the moist petals. The
warmth of Jan's cunt surprised her, and she twitched when her clit was
sucked between experienced lips. Jan continued to kiss her pussy,
then allowed the very tip of her tongue to sneak out. At the first
taste of musky, clear pussy juice, she fucked her tongue into the hot
cunt, hungry for more. Within seconds Jan was tonguing and chewing on
the lips of Candy's pussy with an urgency that only severe carnal
fever can give. Jan raised herself up, moaning softly as she brought
her face away form Candy's cunt. Looking down, she saw the splendor
of the girl's body.
You two are going to service my husband Jan said, her eyes
glowing, as she looked at the two kneeling women, Mouths, ladies, Jan
said as I stepped around and stood in front of them It's time to put
your mouths to work. Candy and Cathy positioned themselves around me
without having to be told. Candy in front and Cathy behind me. Candy
stared at my enormous cock, wanting to have that fleshy monster
crammed up her tight pussy, The feet I said start with my feet. Candy
and Cathy trembling with excitement, kissed each of my toes softly.
There tongues flicked out, creeping between my toes briefly and then
stated on my ankle and calf. Cathy licked the backs of my knees, and
Jan stepped behind her Don't mind me Jan sighed your job is to please
my husband. Kissing the backs of my tensed thighs Cathy felt two tiny
hands snaking around her body, cupping her tits and tugging tenderly
on the aroused, erect nipples. Candy reached my prick. My cock was
hard but still drooped down between my legs. The weight of my prick
was simply to great to stand out from my body like lesser cocks.
Candy paused to inhale, catching the musky aroma of my cock and balls.
Her nipples were hard with excitement and though she didn't want to
admit it, her cunt was getting dewy with the thought of getting fucked
by my long broad pole of prickmeat that made every other cock in the
world seem insignificant. Raising my prick in her fist, Candy stroked
the cockshaft and kissed the apple-sized cockhead. Her pink tongue
slithered out, rubbing the clefted underside of the prick-knob briefly
before making slow circles around the slit from which cum would spew.
As she tongued the red cockhead, Cathy was chewing lightly on the
prickshaft. Mmmmm Candy moaned, her knees touching Cathy's as they
worked on my prick. She guided the cock to her mouth and stretched
her supple lips around the fat prick-crown. Though Candy had just the
cockhead in her mouth, her juicy mouth was completely filled with
prickmeat. Candy bobbed her face over the crown of my prick, her
tongue a flurry of smooth motion, frisking and whipping the cockflesh
that grew even more enormous in her mouth. As she chewed with her
lips and teeth on the side of my cock, Candy turned her eyes toward
Cathy. She was thinking that next to cocksucking eating pussy was
next. She craved a cunt just as she craved a cock. Still chewing her
way slowly toward the twin balls that were nestled in a wrinkled,
hairy sac between my legs, Candy put her had on Cathy's shoulder.
Ohhh this is so big. Candy purred, slipping her left hand between my
legs to fondle my balls that more than filled her palm. She pulled my
balls toward her face and kissed them, at the same time allowing her
right hand to slide down Cathy's body, almost touching the full,
slightly wobbling tit encased in her half bra. Candy's lips were
wrapped firmly around my prickshaft, just behind the cockhead. I
smoothed her hair away from her face and she looked up at me,
adoration glistening in her eyes. She pushed her face forward, taking
two more inches of prickshaft into her mouth while my cockhead
forcibly stretched her throat. I know you can do it, Candy, I said,
my voice a husky whisper. Take it all. Take it all down your sucking
throat. Candy positioned her face smoothly, her hair flouncing over
her shoulders in silky waves, taking more and more of my cock into her
throat each time she dived at me. She had both hands wrapped around
my prick, holding my cock like a baseball bat, twisting and turning
her fist as she worked her lips and tongue over the cockhead. Cathy
reached up and put her hand over Candy's tit caressing her nipple and
sending new flushes of erotic excitement directly to Candy's throbbing
clit. Don't be selfish, you've had that long enough, Cathy
complained, pulling the slick cock form Candy's mouth. Cathy bent my
prick until my cock was aimed at her own ripe, lush mouth and sucked
the prick-knob in. Her cheeks bulged out with the vast girth of my
cockhead. She squeezed my balls and sucked more of my prickmeat into
her warm hungry mouth, fondling Candy's nipple at the same time. Jan
got down on her knees directly behind me and put her hands on my tight
asscheeks, kissing each one in turn with a light smack. She could
hear Cathy sucking hungrily on my cock, and her mouth salivated in
anticipation of having my enormous, fleshy prick in her own
cock-hungry mouth. But that would have to wait. Right then Jan had
something else in, mind for her mouth to do. Without a second of
hesitation, Jan pushed her face between my warm asscheeks, her tongue
stabbing at the puckered asshole. She licked quickly, sliding her
tongue through the crack of my ass planting hungry kisses on my
cheeks. Her big tits rose and fell as her breathing quickened, and
Jan licked my asshole with faster, more urgent swipes of her tongue.
Ohhh Damn it, that is good. I sighed. I watched Cathy sucking on the
tip of my rod while Candy caressed one of my nuts in the wet recesses
of her mouth. Behind me, Jan was tonguing my ass like nobody had ever
done before. She was actually shoving her tongue right into my
asshole, stabbing her slick pink tongue and inch into my ass. Jan
pulled her face back and allowed herself the voyeuristic pleasure of
seeing the two beautiful women all wantonly serving her husband with
their months. She would eat every pussy before the afternoon was
over, and look at each woman as they knelt between her thighs,
tonguing her fiery cunt. The thought made Jan shiver, she was not
just a slave any more but a mistress and only a slave to her husband.
She then pressed and slid her tongue back in to my asshole. Mmmmmfff.
Candy slurped, releasing one of my balls from her mouth. Cathy's
fingers were setting fire to Candy's pulsating nipple. She bared her
lips and bit my shaft hard enough to make me squirm, but not hard
enough to actually hurt me. Candy rolled her tongue along the edge of
my prick until she reached Cathy's face, then she proceeded to kiss
her cheek. Quivering with her lust Candy released my balls and cupped
her hand over Cathy's firm ripe tit. The taut nipple was hard and
warm in her hand and Candy sighed lustily, giving the side of Cathy's
neck several hungry, moist kisses. Candy tasted her hot flesh, the
musky mixture of sweat and skin, squeezing the tit harder, more
urgently. She felt desire rising to a fiery pitch in her cunt, even
though her throbbing clit hadn't been touched, except briefly by Jan.
Mmmmmffff Cathy moaned, as much for Candy's benefit as for her own
pleasure. She knew she would absolutely go crazy with lust once she
was in the arms of her sensual, big-titted friend. Releasing my red
pricktip from her mouth's hot embrace, Cathy stroked the spitty cock
and turned her face to Candy. Kiss me. Candy didn't have to be asked
twice. She flattened her curvaceous body against Cathy's lean supple
frame, pressing her hot, glistening lips against her. Their tongues
darted hungrily, entwining with each other's, searching for
fuck-juices. I was annoyed at having my cock neglected, but turned on
by the erotic picture of the two extremely sexy women kissing. Wait a
minute. Let's not forget about my cock, I said. I rubbed the cummy
tip of my prick against the women's cheeks, smearing off the opaque
drop of precum that had formed at the piss hole. I watched their
mouths working, opening and closing slowly as their tongues roved
freely to search and taste. Pushing the finger of both hands through
their hair, I held the women fairly motionless as I fucked my cock
between their lips. Mmmmmm. Candy sighed, opening her mouth wide to
let the edge of my cock slide over her lips. She looked at Cathy
their faces close to each other, and winked at her It occurred to
Candy in that shining moment that she was finally enjoying the sex
life that she wanted. The revelation made her cunt tingle and become
even more juicy. She could smell the faint aroma of her own
pussyjuice and she squirmed on her knees, chewing on my prick more
CHAPTER 16
Candy stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, letting me run
my cock over it, reaching between Cathy's spread thighs, she pressed
her palm against the soft downy bush of hair nestled there. The warm,
slick pussyjuice trickled onto Candy's hand and she cooed lustily,
still sucking my prick, already fantasizing about putting her tongue
deep in Cathy's cunt. I groaned, watching the women working on my
prick. Behind me, the equally erotic but entirely different
sensations coming from my asshole were caused by Jan frisking, fucking
tongue. Mmmmfff. Jan slurped, fucking her pink slick tongue into my
asshole. Though she had licked assholes before, Jan found that this
thrill was making her pussy hot, and hungry for something to satisfy
her cunt. Reaching down, she caressed her throbbing clit, keeping her
face buried between the cheeks of my ass. I looked over my shoulder
and could see Jan fingering her pussy and decided that it was
definitely time to have her enjoy more of the erotic action. I told
the old man to come over and slide under my wife. He got down on the
floor behind Jan and rolled onto his back with his head near my
big-titted wife's ass. Raise up a little, sweetheart, and you can sit
on my face he said calmly, as though he were asking for something
altogether commonplace. Jan raised her ass and stopped licking my ass
hole just long enough to see his head suddenly appear between her
legs, starkly pale in comparison to her own cunt bush. Soon a tongue
fucked deep into her pussy, spreading apart the lips of her cunt to
gouge out the clear pussyjuice, Jan had no inhibitions and
reservations. I started positioning Candy and Cathy in a sixty-nine
position, and as soon as they figured out what I wanted, both women
quickly assumed the positions, Candy was on her back with Cathy's
knees surrounding her face. Cathy's luscious, adorably rounded ass
was raised to just the right height for me to fuck my cock into her
pussy doggie-style. Cathy's full lustily abundant tits pressed
against Candy's stomach as she paused to look at the pink, moist cunt
just inches from her face. The fragrant aroma of Candy's cunt made
her mouth water. Using the tips of her fingers, she pried apart the
lust-swollen petals of her cunt, finding the red, gently pulsating
clit at the top of the tight pussy. Cathy was just about to catch the
delicious-looking nubbin of pleasure in her mouth when she felt her
own cuntlips being wedged apart by my awesome cockhead. Closing her
eyes, concentrating hard to stay relaxed, Cathy felt her cunt become
enlarged to an extent she hadn't thought possible. Ohhh easy, master,
you're awful fucking big, Cathy purred softly, amazed that she didn't
feel any pain. I pulled back and the crown of my prick slipped out of
Cathy's pussy. My prick dropped down, the wet knob smacking against
Candy's forehead leaving pussyjuice and spit to glimmer there on her
flesh. Put my cock in her cunt, Candy. That's your job when you're
down there. I said. Though I tried to sound as commanding as I had
earlier, lust and pleasure had taken the mean edge off my temper.
Candy took her tongue away from Cathy's clit just long enough to bring
the purple head of my prick into position. Holding my enormous
cockshaft in her tiny fist, Candy nodded her head and watched my hard
cockmeat driving in the Cathy's pussy. Awwww. Damn you're a big man,
Cathy groaned, now feeling only slight discomfort as having half my
prick in her cunt, when I pulled back, then fucked more of my cock
into her juicy pussy, Cathy took my prickmeat more easily, feeling
more stuffed with cock than she thought possible. Not even getting
fucked in the cunt and ass at the same time had made her feel more
full of prick flesh.
As soon as Cathy was completely implanted on my cock she resumed
her lusty cunt licking. Her pink tongue worked like a serpent,
spearing into the juicy cunt to scoop out the rich, slick fuck oils
that seeped from Candy's pussy. Damn woman, you've got a tight cunt,
I groaned, the fuck fever rising in my balls, cum bubbling, waiting to
come to a boil. I fucked my hard spike of prick flesh completely into
Cathy's cunt, watching the cheeks of her ass get forced apart by the
nearly four-inch girth of my cock. When I pulled back so that just
the tip of my cockhead was still prying apart Cathy's cuntlips, I
paused to watch the beautiful Candy licking pussy with the excitement
and energy that I figured only she could have. I looked over my
shoulder, and saw my wife and the old man facing in opposite
directions, but resting on their sides. The look of sheer ecstasy of
my wife's face as she tongued the small prick in front of her and the
man's tongue going in and out of her cunt. Turning my attention back
to Cathy, I fucked her cock-hungry cunt with renewed energy, fucking
my long rigid cock full-length into her cunt until my crotch smacked
against her firm asscheeks, causing her skin to ripple to smoorth,
velvety waves. Yeahhhhh . You've got a real fine cunt, Cathy a real
fine cunt I groaned. fucking the hotly sucking pussy while Candy
licked my balls. I didn't know yet what I was going to do with my
cum, but I knew it had to be something special. Something that all of
them would remember for a long, long, time. My enormous balls swung
loosely in their wrinkled, hairy sac. As I fucked my heated column of
cockmeat into Cathy's pussy, my balls rolled over Candy's forehead. I
fucked my thick pussyjuice-coated cock faster into Cathy's cunt,
feeling the walls of her pussy contracting around the fucking length
of my blood-engorged prick. Mmmmmmmm.Ohhhh Cathy moaned between
hungry licks as she drank in the fuck oil that seeped from Candy's
cunt. Her clit was getting gloriously rubbed each time my cock pushed
in or pulled out of her pussy, and Cathy could feel the muscles in her
body tightening, preparing to spew out her own juices on my fucking
prick and over Candy's face. It his Cathy with the bone-jarring,
gut-wrenching ferocity that she had never known. She snapped her head
up, her pussy still being fucked by my vicious length of prickmeat
that had no equal, Candy's hotly searching tongue still jabbing into
the pink, juicing petals that oozed pussy juice. Iiieeeaahhhhh I'm
cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cummingggggg. Cathy screamed, her smooth
ass twitching as her cunt spasmed, slick fuck oil spewing out onto
Candy's twisting face and open mouth. Candy tongued the gushing pussy
as quickly as possible, but that still wasn't good enough to capture
all the warm, sweet fuck oil that spewed out. Pussyjuice trickled
down her cheeks, mingling with her long hair. She gasped, lashing at
the cock filled pussy while rubbing the tip of her tongue against my
balls and the underside of my fucking prick.
I was still rubbing my monster cock around inside Cathy's quaking
cunt when I heard the sobbing cries of ecstasy coming from behind me.
Pausing briefly in my fucking, I turned around in time to watch Jan's
body twitch in convulsions of her orgasm. Knowing that my wife had
just cum made my balls tingle hotly. Hey, you slaves, I think it's
time you all showed my cock how much you love it, I said, grinning as
I plucked my prick from Cathy's cunt. Come on, lay down on the floor
with your faces together. I am going to give my slaves a cum shower.
Candy giggled with the delicious thought of watching the Master's jism
spitting from the tip of my prick. She was absolutely certain that my
fat, egg-shaped balls would generate more cum then she had ever seed
and the thought of tasting my salty spunk made her tremble, almost
like she was cumming once again. Candy and Jan positioned themselves
so that they were shoulder to shoulder, facing the same direction.
Cathy positioned herself so that her feet were in the opposite
direction as the others but her face was wedged closely in between the
other two. This is going to be the best ever, I sighed, getting down
on one knee and holding my cock over Cathy's face, since her face was
in the middle. I've never cum on three more beautiful faces. I
stroked my cock, running my long muscular fingers from stem to stern
on my warm, slippery prick. I pulled the loose foreskin back and
forth along the inner core of steelish cockmeat, stretching the skin
tight around the cockhead. It's so fucking big, Candy gasped, unable
to believe that her Master could.
CHAPTER 17
When I got home that night I still had a big hard on, my prick
was hurting I told Marty and Larry they would take care of it for me.
I striped and stood there and had Larry come over and stand next to
me. I told Marty to start getting us off. Marty drop to his knees
and started playing with our rising cocks. He rubbed them together
and then started licking and sucking them, alternating between Larry's
tool and mine. I pulled Larry's head down and had him suck on my
nipples.
Let me have Marty tell you about it.
The Master and Larry were standing there and I was on my knees
with the Master's big cock in one hand and Larry's smaller cock in the
other with my tongue going between them. The Master started to play
with his cock until it was fully erect. My eyes bulged as I looked at
its great size. I started to pay oral homage to his magnificent
manhood. My lips and tongue licked and suck that beautiful monster.
I keep jerking on Larry's cock at the same time. Holding the Master's
cock at the base, and my mouth all the way down on it. The Master
told me he was about to come. I asked him if he would please come on
my face. He pulled his cock form my mouth and sprayed cum all over
it. Larry got down on his knees next to me and started to lick the
cum from my face then we turned into a sixty nine and started to suck
each other off. We licked and sucked each other until we exploded in
orgasm, Larry gulping down my cream as I gulp down his. I looked up
at the Master and he was pissed. He told me that he had not given
permission for Larry or me to get off and I was in need of some
training. He told me to put my slave collar on and go to my room.
I was really pissed at Marty and Larry at not waiting for me to
give them permission to cum. I went to the phone and called Marge and
asked if she still trained slaves on the weekend. She said yes and
gave me a price I told her she would have a slave to train the next
day. I walked into the bed room and told Marty to lay on the bed. I
chained him up so his legs and hands tied and was spread out and could
not move. I called Larry in and told him to suck on Marty's dick and
get it good and hard. After a few seconds of Larry's mouth, Marty's
cock was hard as a rock, I tied a ball strap around his balls and put
nipple clamps on his tits, so he would stay hard all night and still
not be able to come. I then told Larry to jerk off on Marty's face
and and only cum on his eyes and forhead and not to let him taste the
cum. I walked out of the room.
The girls came home and I told everyone what was going on. I
told Jan that her and each of the girls would get some training with
in the next few weeks this would make them better slaves. She said
Yes Master what ever you want, we want too. To start I am going to
let Marty tell you about his day of training.
Master came in the next morning and unchained me. and told me to
put on red nylons, garter belt, half bra, and red high heels, and be
ready to leave in three minutes,I got dressed right away and was ready
when he came back to get me. He put a hood over my head and tied it
in the back, I could not see or hear any thing. He let me out the car
and off we went. When we got to Marge's place, he told me that I was
to be trained and Marge was now my Mistress and he would think about
coming back to get me or leave me and let her sell me.
Well the day started Marge told me to strip and take a shower and
shave my arms and legs, then I would only wear my four inch red high
heels, and a pair of her black panties over my cock cage. I then
would get her breakfast for her. I did what she wanted and knelt in
front of her as she was eating and waited her commands. She said she
enjoyed her breakfast, and that I could beg to suck her asshole. I
started to beg but she just grabbed my hair and tied me to a hook in
the closet ceiling and shut the door . An hour later, when she was
dressed for work, she opened the door with a bull whip in her hand,
she whipped me twenty times. This really hurts, because I am still
wearing my cock cage and my cock starts to get hard inside it. She
then left a list of thing to do during the morning while she is
working with a other slave. I have until 11 am to finish my chores.
At that time she would let me know if she was bringing anyone home of
lunch. This was exciting to me because I am not allowed to change and
must serve a perfect lunch.
She brought home a male friend. When they opened the door, I was
waiting on my knees. She introduced him too me as Joe a potential
slave whom she was planning to introduce to one of her girl friends..
She wanted him to see how a slave was trained. They sat and talked in
the living room while I put lunch on the table. When they were ready,
they sat down and I took my place beside my mistress, on my knees.
She told me to take off my panties but to leave the heels on. Then
she unlocked my cock cage, as long last. She ordered my to lie
face-down under the table. As she ate the meal and chatted with Joe,
she kept stepping on my cock. When I looked up at Joe I could see a
bulge in his pants. When lunch was over she and Joe went back to the
living room while I cleaned up. When I was finished we all went up to
the bedroom, where she told Joe that now he would see just how well my
training was going. She made me beg for a training session. A
training session starts with me telling her what an excellent mistress
she is and that my only purpose in life is to worship her and attend
to her every need. She pulled her skirt up and I worship her asshole
until she let me stop. Joe was watching all this and the bulge in his
pants was getting bigger and bigger. My mistress asked Joe if he
liked what he saw, and when he answered yes, she ordered him to take
off his clothes. Then she ordered him to sand beside me. She told me
kneel and to begin sucking him very hard because she was in the mood
for a hard cock inside her. When I had sucked Joe hard, she ordered
him to began fucking her, but cum only on her ass. I was forced to
remain kneeling and watch an other slave fuck my mistress. As he was
fucking her, she pinched my tits and his at the same time. She
started to cum and so did he, but at the last second he pulled out and
sprayed cum on her ass.
She told Joe to lie on the bed so I could lick his cock clean.
When I wasfinished, she ordered me to lick her clean, which I did.
While I was doing this, she had another orgasm. She told me I did a
very good job and said that if I begged, I could lick her asshole.
Needless to say, I begged. Then I was told to kneel in front of her
again. She told me to start masturbating. While I was doing this,
she pinched my tits, which drove me wild. She abused me verbally, and
I got so excited that I came all over her hi heels , and legs. She
told me to lick it up at once, which I did. She went back down stairs
with Joe to show him out. When she came back up, I was ordered to put
my cock cage on, I would have to sleep on the floor that night and she
would not allow me to masturbate. I thanked her for the punishment,
and lay down on the floor beside her and went to sleep.
END OF PARTS 0-17
--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com
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***From FEMINET
Beth's Fiance
I can't resist telling about my first introduction to Harold, my
cousins's submissive pantywaist husband. Beth and I are more than
just cousins, we were best friends and eventually lovers.
Beth and I had both been reared in household's were our mothers
believed in the conviction that the proper role of males was to be
subservient to the superior female sex.
Her father was totally dominated by Beth's mother and her two younger
brothers were subjected to strict petticoat discipline.
I had wondered if college would change her attitude toward men. Beth
was now teaching at the university and working on her master's degree.
She called me and announced she was engaged and would be bringing her
eighteen year old fiance home for the holidays.
Harold she told me was in his freshman year. His influential father
had gotten him pledge to his old fraternity, but the sissy hadn't been
able to cut it and had been black-balled .... literally!. After
voting him out of the frat, the members had stripped him naked,
painted his balls back with paint and tied the poor thing to the porch
of the Phi Mu sorority which was where Beth had first seen him. She
had been working late in her office just across the street from her
old sorority house.
She had managed to meet him soon there after and discovered him to be
very shy and something of a sissy. He wasn't subservient, but Beth
immediately recognized the possibilities. She told me he had only
been in training for only a short time and the females of our families
shouldn't expect to borrow him right away.
Our special little clan always gather at my mother house for the
holidays. Beth's father had died, but her mother and her petticoated
brothers were there. Timothy had been required to wear a pretty pink
taffeta party dress with petticoats for the occasion. Tommy was
decked out in a white angora sweater and leather mini-skirt. My
father Frank had drawn maid duty for the night and was in a darling
little maid's outfit with fish-net stockings. Morene was there with
her husband, Ted, who was standing in the corner. His panties were
lowered to his knees and his butt a bright red from the padding he'd
just received from my twelve year old daughter, Karen. June my baby-
sister, who now shares my bed since my husband death two years ago,
was lecturing Timothy and preparing him for his spanking.
Beth and Harold arrival interrupted Timothy's disciple. Beth was
dressed in long slacks and a pastel blue sweatshirt with bright red
letters reading Mistress on it and Harold wore a matching sweatshirt
but with the words Slave and nylon shorts. Harold's shorts were cut
high and there was a tantalizing glimpse of what appeared to be lace
at the leg opening when he moved.
He dutifully followed Beth around the room, seeming to ignore the
other men present and bowing to each of the women as he was
introduced. As he bowed to me, my daughter laughed and exclaimed.
"My Gawd Mom, I think he in diapers!"
"But of course," grinned Beth, patting her husband-to-be on his sweet
derriere. "Harold is obedient, but he will always need training and
discipline. I have decide to deprive him of his last possible
sanctuary -- the men's room. Let's face it, unless they're dressed as
girls and can accompany was to the ladies room, we don't know if they
squat as instructed when in a men's room. Worse yet, the little
sissy's could disobey us and use being in there as a opportunity to
relieve the tension in their little weenies which they know are meant
only for our pleasure! Harold is more embarrassed by diapers than a
cock cage and harness. No! Diapers will be his potty away from home
or when we travel. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't need a
change right now."
The beet-red color that flashed into Harold's cheeks answered the
question, he was wet and in need of changing. To add to his further
mortification, my daughter, Karen offered to help change the big sissy
baby.
"Well, lets change him into something more appropriate," smiled Beth.
June and I spread a blanket on the floor and Beth ordered the young
man to lie down on it. She pulled up the waist of this shirt and then
pulled off the nylon shorts to revel a darling pair of adult-sized
rubber panties with ruffles across the rear and around the leg
openings.
"How darling," my mother exclaimed.
"Yes Aunt Helen," grinned Beth. "Unfortunately, Harold doesn't seen
to really appreciate them, on more than one occasion, the ruffles at
the legs have caused some nasty comments and taunts for my little
baby. But hey do keep his clothes dry, of course, now he has no
reason to flee to the men's room. In fact, if he ask permission to
pee, I simply insist that he use his diapers right then and there."
"What a wonderful idea," my sister Morene said. "You must tell me
where to get some. I've always suspected that my Ted masturbates in
public rest-rooms when we go out.
The look that her husband/slave had on his face as he glanced over his
shoulder at Harold was one of pure disgust and horror. Morene marched
over to him and slapped his buttock with her open palm saying. "Put
you nose to the wall you're doing penance remember or do you want
little Karen to warm you up again.
Beth proceeded to pull down the baby panties and unpined the wet
diapers to reveal yet two more surprises. First, Harold was quite
well endowed and second, that he was hairless as the day he had been
born. All his pubic hair had been shaved off.
"I insist that Harold remain shaven at all times." Beth cooed,
slipping her hand around his privates before grasping his now
hardening shaft and giving it a good squeeze.
Beth's domination and control of this sissy was apparent but such a
public display was quite another thing. Harold quickly shut his eyes.
Tears slowly began to trickle down his cheeks and he tried to hold
back but soon he was sobbing his heart out at this newest humiliation.
Beth released his cock and took hold of his balls. Applying pressure
she commanded. "Hush now Harold, these women are family, after we are
married they will all be you mistress's. Little Karen evens
disciplines Frank and he's her grandfather, females in my family know
what best for our males. Now stop or I give you something to really
cry about."
Beth handed Karen a baby-wipe telling her to clean Harold up. Karen
knelt down by the still sobbing boy and cooed sweetly. "Now Harold
there nothing to be ashamed of I seen every male in this house naked
at one time or another. Now move you hands out of the way so I can
clean your little dicky." Slowly he moved his hands to his side
clinching his fists as Karen washed his penis and testicles with the
damp cloth. As she continued to fondle the still sniffling sissy she
commented. "Mom his balls are even bigger than Tommy's, can I make
him spurt his juices, please!"
"No Karen he not family yet! He belong exclusively to Beth and she
may not milk him like we do the males that belong to us. Now stop
teasing the poor sissy and go and throw that baby-wipe in the trash."
Harold was cock was fully erect and looked as if he were about to
erupt. As soon as Karen stood up he quickly used both hands to cover
himself and he avoid looking at any one in the room by keeping his
eyes tightly shut.
Beth was soon back from the car carrying the outfit she had chosen for
Harold to wear. It was a darling little pink and white tennis outfit.
It had a white blouse and a very short, pleated pink skirt. There
were matching white tennis panties with rows of white lace ruffles
across the bottom and around the legs. The skirt was so short that
any movement would give tantalizing glimpses of the darling little
panties. She also was carrying a white lace brassiere and foam pads.
Harold looked relieve when he was finally dress even if it was women
clothing he was wearing. He shyly looked around the room as he tugged
at the short skirt. The men acted if noting strange had been going
on, my father continued setting the dinner table and the rest of our
sissy were engaged in a quite conversation as if nothing had happen.
The ladies of our clan could not help but to complement Harold on his
darling little outfit. We each gave him a hug and kiss saying how we
hoped he would soon be a part of our little family.
Father came out curtsey and announced that dinner was ready.
After a delicious meal all the men were in the kitchen cleaning up and
washing the dishes while all the ladies and Harold enjoyed coffee and
cigarettes in the den.
Harold obediently sat at Beth's feet while she told us all about how
she acquired Harold.
--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com
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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
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***From FEMINET
HARRIET'S HAMPER
By Rebecca Goldstein
Okay, I admit it. I've got the hots for my Boss in a big way. Ever
since I came to work in Harriet's department two years ago, I've
fantasized endlessly about her sexually. But I always thought it
would always remain just that - a fantasy.
Harriet was a beautiful woman in her early thirties with blonde hair,
a lean, curvaceous figure and a deliciously tight butt. But Harriet
dressed to play down and hide her feminine attributes. I guess she
felt that she wouldn't be taken seriously otherwise. She was such a
ruthless careerist her staff called her "The Barracuda" behind her
back.
Every day Harriet would come to work in drab, neutral- colored suits
and man-tailored "working woman" blouses. She went to great lengths
to wear frumpy haircuts and understated makeup. What a crime, I
thought. Didn't this woman have ANY Style?
The answer came one afternoon when I was working in her office. As
usual, I was working with the database on her computer, which she
steadfastly refuses to share with anyone outside the department.
Anyway, Harriet works out during lunch and sneaks out for a bite later
in the afternoon. I was sitting at her desk when I kicked something
at my feet. When I looked down there was her gym bag, wide open with
a pair of her panties hanging out.
And what panties they were! Exquisite, expensive Lejaby panties made
of the loveliest gossamer lace. It excited me terribly to think of
her wearing such lovely undies under her drab clothing! But when I
pulled them out to take a closer look, the room filled with the dank,
musky scent of sweaty pussy.
I couldn't control myself! I took out my cock and masturbated
furiously while sniffing her delicious panties! It was so hot; so
perverted; so wicked! Jerking off while sniffing the Boss' panties,
knowing I could be caught any second!
I was so excited I came almost immediately, spurting my hot cum into a
Kleenex and tossing it into the waste basket. I quickly put Harriet's
panties back into the gym bag before my luck gave out.
No sooner had I done so than the door burst open and there was
Harriet! She growled that the Client was on the phone and wanted me
to explain the billing to him RIGHT NOW!!! If she had not been so
preoccupied with business she might have caught a whiff of her own
pussy in the air! I snickered to myself. The close call made my
stolen erotic moment all the sweeter!
Harriet was one of those heartless career women who lives for her job.
She was devious and unscrupulous; a major player at the company
despite her seemingly middle- management status. Everyone saw her as
a "rising star" and knew she would one day penetrate the upper
management and perhaps even the Board itself! Even the top brass was
afraid to mess with her; she masterfully played one against the other!
"The Barracuda" was endlessly demanding and completely intolerant of
even the slightest mistake. She'd been known to fire people for
things like misspellings in memos and not bringing files quick enough.
She routinely fired secretaries every other month!
So when Harriet announced she was having a Christmas Party at her
palatial house in Westchester, I was none too enthusiastic. Just what
I needed, to go schlepping all the way up there after a brutal work
week.
It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I knew too well that this
was a "social" event where attendance was mandatory! If I blew off
the party I would be branded as "not a team player." Careers often
rise and fall on such trivialities! So I sucked it up and took the
Metro North train out of Grand Central.
When I got there the party was exactly the way I thought - dreadfully
boring! All the people hung out in their little cliques and exchanged
half-hearted greetings of the season. Disgusted, I bellied up to the
bar and ordered up a strong one. I could see I was going to need it,
but I didn't yet know how much! Things looked better after a few
drinks. I got pleasantly tipsy but not sloppy drunk like I wanted to
be. Eventually, the drinks caught up with me and I had to relieve
myself. There was a long line of women by the foyer bathroom so I
decided to try my luck upstairs.
I found the bathroom, which adjoined the Master bedroom. As I was
peeing something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. I
couldn't believe my luck! There was a wicker hamper, completely full!
Who could tell what panty delights it held?
I was so hard! My cock was throbbing in my pants even before I had
the hamper lid open. I began digging through it, searching for buried
panty treasures!
My search was rewarded with several exquisite items of lingerie.
Harriet wore lovely, expensive Lejaby and Felina undies. I couldn't
help but wonder how she could be such a cold fish at work and still be
so sensual in her personal life. Why, I pondered, she might even be a
real woman outside the office!
I pulled out a luscious pair of Lejaby bikinis that were just filthy!
The bathroom filled with their delicious aroma as I fished them out of
the hamper. I almost went off in my pants right then and there as my
cock throbbed with joy at the sight of them!
Mmmm, to say these panties were scrumptious would be to damn with
faint praise! They reeked of pungent pussy and piss. The crotch was
yellow and discolored, with a thick long shit streak across the
center. All silky and dripping with lace, and best of all they'd
nuzzled Harriet's luscious vulva the way I wanted to! Oh, how I
longed to be a pair of her lucky panties!
Harriet's undies were a panty fetishist's wet dream! Before I could
even stop myself I put the cover down on the commode and pulled my
pants down around my ankles. I pulled the filthy panty treats snugly
over my face with the yellow piss stain tightly over my flaring
nostrils. I was transfixed by the heavenly aroma of Harriet's
secretions; excited to the point of madness!
I took two more of her sinfully silky panties and began rubbing them
over my raging erection. I began jerking madly and the lacy lovelies
glided effortlessly over my throbbing cock. The lace and ruffles
scratched sensuously against my glans and I knew I was seconds away
from coming!
Suddenly the door burst open and I realized too late that I'd
forgotten to lock it! As my rotten luck would have it, there was
Harriet standing there. My erection wilted and I prepared myself for
the worst. My Boss had caught me red- handed doing naughty things
with her panties!
Harriet stood transfixed. Her eyes narrowed into the piercing look
she gives you just before you get shredded. I'd seen it given to
people who displeased her several times, and it always meant
unemployment! "What the hell do you think you're doing," she snarled
through clenched teeth.
I sputtered and stammered but no intelligible words came out of my
mouth! How could I possibly explain myself in my present position?
Harriet had me dead to rights! Or was it just plain dead?
Harriet didn't wait for an answer. "Stay right here until I come
back," she growled.
I was miserable! Caught red-handed by the Boss... in her bathroom
fondling her panties! She was so fond of humiliating people who
angered her. Would she tell everyone at the party and then make me
face them? Hell, I would have considered myself lucky just o get
fired! My mind raced as I cursed my luck and imagined all the
terrible things she might do to me!
Eventually, Harriet came back. I was about to fall to my knees and
beg her forgiveness, hoping a display of shameless groveling might
move her.
Harriet held a pair of big pink briefs in her hand. "So! You like
panties, do you? You disgusting little pervert, now I know who's been
rifling my gym bag too! It was you, wasn't it?"
I hung my head and nodded. I thought she might go easier on me if I
came clean.
"I thought so. Now, listen closely, you disgusting little shit. You
will do exactly as I tell you, or getting fired will be the least of
your problems! Don't think you're getting away scot free. Oh, no!"
She tossed me the pink panties she was holding. "You will take off
your pants and put these on. Then you will leave your male briefs in
my hamper so I know you've got them on. You will remain at the party
after everyone goes home. Then I'll punish you properly, in a manner
befitting your crime!"
The next two hours seemed to drag on like years! I tried to drink and
be somewhat sociable with the other guests, but all the time I had
this feeling of dread over what Harriet had in store for me. She was
so ruthless and had such a cruel streak!
But in spite of myself my body betrayed me as I kept getting huge
erections from my cock sliding back and forth in the sensuous, silky
panties I was wearing. Several times I was compelled to stand behind
the bar or stay seated until the unsightly bulge subsided in my pants.
Eventually, the party began to break up and people started home. I
lingered in the kitchen so I'd be inconspicuous. Eventually after the
last guest had left, Harriet came in and gave the caterers final
instructions for clean-up.
With that out of the way, Harriet turned her attention to me. I was
instructed to return to the "scene of the crime," the upstairs
bathroom.
I waited in silence, expecting the worst. She was going to humiliate
me thoroughly then fire me, I just knew it! This was going to be some
Christmas, on the Unemployment Line!
Harriet strutted in the room like the cat who swallowed the canary.
In her hands she held lingerie that matched the pink panties I was
wearing. She dangled each item before tossing it to me: a pink
garter belt; pink stockings; pink bra, camisole, slip and finally a
pair of pink high heels.
She glowered at me. "Put them on; they'll go with your little
panties!"
I tried to protest. "But... but..."
"Put them on or getting fired will be the least of your problems!"
With that, she turned and exited the bathroom.
Knowing I had no choice, I donned the lingerie. I felt a strange
mixture of fear and excitement as I slipped each silky, sensual item
over my body. In spite of my predicament - or perhaps because of it -
my cock stiffened into a huge erection that tented out the front of my
slip with a telltale bulge that was unmistakable!
"OKAY PERVERT, ON YOUR KNEES!" a voice from the next room commanded.
I knelt down on the cold tile floor and became aware of a slight draft
along the base of the sink as it blew against my legs, which were
covered only by the sheerest nylon.
Harriet came in and strutted around me, snickering softly. Then as
she was behind me she suddenly seized my hands and cuffed them behind
my back! "Now you're all mine, you panty sniffing jerkoff!" With
that, she walked out of the bathroom.
Suddenly I heard the sound of women giggling. Harriet entered the
room once again, followed by Charlene, a woman I work closely with in
my Creative Group and Lisa, my Secretary! I was livid! The
humiliation of letting them see me like this! Handcuffed and helpless
in lingerie on Harriet's bathroom floor! How could I ever show my
face at work again?
"Oh Harriet, you're right! He does look adorable in Pink," chuckled
Charlene as she stood cavalierly over me.
"He looks simply scrumptious," snorted Lisa.
"I found the little shit fondling my underwear. Caught him red-handed
with my panties over his face and jerking off with another pair!"
"Oooh, naughty, naughty," giggled Lisa.
"What a disgusting little pervert," snarled Charlene.
"Go over to the mirror and see how ridiculous... er, adorable you
look," sneered Harriet. "You probably think you look pretty, don't
you? Well?"
"I..."
"SHUT UP, YOU BITCH! Wait till we get through with you. You'll wish
I had just fired you and had done with it!"
"He looks pretty, but he needs some work yet," said Harriet. "I'll
fix it!" She led me into the bedroom where she sat me down at her
vanity table and turned me towards her, facing away from the mirror.
Then, she covered my face liberally with perfumed cosmetics. Coverup,
base, blush, eyeliner, mascara, even eyebrow wax!
Harriet looked me up and down and said, "you still need something...
and I have just the thing!" She went into the closet and returned
with a big bouffant blonde wig. She placed it on my head and brushed
it a little as Charlene and Lisa stood and giggled. "Perfect,"
chuckled Lisa.
Harriet walked into the hallway and returned with a Polaroid Camera.
She quickly raised it and said, "Smile sissy!" Then she snapped two
quick shots and let them drop to the floor.
Then, I was forcibly raised from my seat at the vanity table and
placed down on my knees. Charlene pushed me down and I was helpless
to do anything but kneel prostrate with my face pressing into the deep
shag pile with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I was commanded
to maintain this position, terribly uncomfortable as it was!
A pair of shoes appeared in front of me. They were slutty- looking
black patent heels that belonged to Lisa, my secretary. No one else
wore heels like that. "Now sissy," she sneered, "you may shine my
shoes with your tongue! You've probably always wanted to and even if
you didn't you will anyway. Now, get busy!"
I hesitated slightly, and felt a sharp jab in my left buttock. Then I
heard Charlene spit, "get to work, slut! Lick her shoes before I give
as a whole new meaning to the phrase 'spike heels!'" I quickly
complied as she dug her heel painfully deeper into my flesh. Suddenly
I saw two bright flashes and heard two more Polaroids grind out of
Harriet's camera.
I lapped on Lisa's shoes for what seemed like a long time as she
presented her toes, heels and soles for oral cleaning. My mouth
tasted like I'd eaten a mud pie, but I had no time to dwell on it as I
was quickly yanked back up on my knees.
"Now look what I have for you sissy," snickered Harriet as she
brandished a wooden paddle with greek letters carved in it. It was a
wicked-looking thing, I thought. It was thirty inches long and ten
inches wide at the bottom with a tapered handle complete with a rubber
grip. "I haven't used this since my sorority days, but everything
comes in handy if you hold on to it long enough. I used to be quite
good with this! Now! Face on the carpet, sissy!"
THUD! The paddle sent a dull ache through my buttocks as Harriet
muscled it against my backside. THUD! THUD! THUD! "You disgusting
little pervert," Harriet growled, "I'll teach you to try and fondle MY
underwear!" THUD!
I was helpless to resist whatever degradations these women had in
store for me as I was prostrate on the floor in my little pink
lingerie, hands cuffed behind my back.
Harriet paddled me a few more times, but soon tired of it and handed
the paddle to someone with much more motivation - my secretary Lisa!
"Okay sissy, it's PAY BACK TIME!" Lisa snickered gleefully as she
spit on her hands to get a good grip on the paddle. She was about to
live out every secretary's fantasy - to paddle her Boss for being such
a pain in the ass and giving HIM a pain in the ass!
Lisa began paddling me across the backside, punctuating each blow with
a particular complaint.
"This is for making me stay late last Friday night when I had a date!"
THUD!
"This is for making me retype the Campbell presentation fourteen
times!" THUD!
"This is for always misplacing my files!" THUD!
"...And THIS is for making me get you coffee all the time... it's so
degrading!" THUD! THUD! THUD!
Waves of pain ran up and down my spine as Lisa continued paddling my
tormented buttocks. My ass had long since become numb and despite
everything I found myself excited by my predicament; helpless to
resist the punishment of these women. I was bound in lingerie, being
paddled and I had a huge hard-on!
Finally, mercifully, Lisa tired of paddling me. Just as she did
Charlene re-entered the room. When asked if she'd like to paddle me
too, Charlene replied she had a better idea.
Suddenly I was pulled back upright on my knees, where Charlene was
standing with her hands on her hips in a haughty position. Dressed
only in heels and a beige bra, she dangled a pair of delightfully lacy
beige panties in my face.
I could see the crotch was darkened with moisture, but then she
lowered the panty and let it rest on my cheek. From the warm wetness
that dribbled down my face I had a good idea what Charlene had done in
her panties!
But I had little time to ponder or protest. I was seized from behind
by my hair and the dripping panties were lowered into my mouth. "Now!
Suck my piss!" Charlene was reveling in my utter degradation.
"You're the one who likes to suck on panties, so you can suck every
last drop of piss from mine!"
All I could hear was the slurping as I sucked Charlene's warm yellow
fluid out of her panties. The warm liquid trickled down my throat and
the pungent fabric clung to my face as my lips encircled the white
cotton crotch, now colored yellow.
And I loved it! Dear Reader, I was humiliated, degraded... and I
loved every second of it! My cock throbbed in my panties even as my
lips puckered from the bitter taste of Charlene's urine.
Suddenly the room lit up again as Harriet snapped a few more Polaroids
and let them fall to the floor. I should have been worried about
them, but I was too busy sucking every single drop of yellow nectar
from Charlene's pissed-in panties.
Eventually the ladies tired of watching me suck Charlene's panties and
I was pushed down on my back with my hands still cuffed behind my
back. I writhed uncomfortably on the floor, trying to find a less
agonizing position as my arms were crushed under the weight of my own
body. But soon even that would seem like pleasure!
Harriet unceremoniously lifted her skirt and straddled my face,
roughly lowering herself over my mouth. The sheer white crotch of her
gossamer panties was now pressed tightly against my face as she began
rubbing her pelvis against my mouth.
"Well Sissy, what are you waiting for?" Harriet sneered gleefully as
she pulled her panty crotch to one side and exposed the pert yellow
tuft of her blonde pubis. "Isn't this what you want, always lusted
after? Isn't this what you dream about when you sniff my panties?
Isn't it? ISN'T IT?"
"Harriet, I..." I sputtered.
WHAP! Harriet reached down and slapped my face sharply. "YOU WILL
ADDRESS ME AS MISTRESS HARRIET! YOU PATHETIC LITTLE PANTY SUCKER!
YOU NEEDLE DICKED LITTLE SISSY! GOT THAT?"
"Yes, Mistress Harriet..."
"That's better. Now shut up and suck me through my panties!"
"Yes Mist.... ULPFFFF!" My mouth was suddenly stuffed with Harriet's
womanhood. She roughly ground it into my face as she demanded I suck
her. Her panty crotch got caught between my teeth several times, and
she just laughed and ground her sex into my face without the slightest
regard for my comfort or need to breathe.
My tongue was soon raw and my jaw ached. Worse than that, my arms
were still bound behind my back and were being painfully crushed, by
my own weight and now Harriet's as well! But Harriet took no pity at
all and merely held her pussy lips apart as I darted my tongue in and
out as she shouted out curt commands!
Harriet was really getting off on this. She was wild-eyed as she
pressed her mons into my face with all the strength she could muster
in her pelvis. "Now you pussy faced little sissy... suck on my
panties NOW... while I'm still WEARING them!"
The torment seemed to go on forever! Yet for all the abject
humiliation and pain, there was something very exciting about being at
the mercy of these three ruthless women. Yes, not the least of which
was being pressed up against my face.
Knowing the only way out was to bring Harriet to climax, I gave her a
spirited sucking as best I could with my hands cuffed behind my back.
Eventually she came and got up from on top of my face.
But when she finally got up and I was helped to my feet, it became
obvious straight away that the torture was not over. Charlene and
Lisa waited with eager appetites, already whetted by watching me
service Harriet with my tongue. Charlene sat on the sofa with her
panties already off and her legs spread, laughing.
"Oh you ARE a sight!" She laughed as Harriet snapped another Polaroid
and threw it on the floor in front of me. My makeup was a total mess
and my wig was matted with moisture from her drooling sex.
Mercifully, I was allowed to kneel and suck Charlene to climax and
then Lisa as well. When I was finished, my mouth and jaw ached as
never before! But they still weren't through with me!
I was then taken to the basement, where Harriet had a fully equipped
dungeon! I was quickly strapped to a bondage horse as Harriet
brandished a cat-o-nine-tails with great relish. "I'm really enjoying
myself," she sneered. "I just might have to keep you here all
weekend."
I had meanwhile lost all track of time. How long HAD I been here?
Hours? Days? My senses no longer could be trusted. But there were
new tortures to be endured. Charlene tied a slip knot of nylon twine
around my scrotum above my balls, which was attached to a weight of
some kind (I couldn't see) that painfully pulled my balls towards the
floor. My nipples were clamped in a similarly agonizing fashion;
weighted towards the floor.
Again there were more Polaroids left to develop in front of me to
underscore my helplessness. When I looked up, there was Charlene
standing in front of me brandishing a big, black strap-on dildo. It
was a good twelve inches long and much thicker than a real cock.
Charlene stroked the big black appliance and sneered, "Do you think
he'll take it up his ass?"
"Oh Charlene," giggled Lisa. "I don't know but you'll have a hell of
a time trying!"
"No, I want first crack!" Harriet's voice called out from behind me
as I felt cold rubber prodding between my upturned buttocks. "I'm
going to give this little sissy faggot a fucking he'll never forget!"
Suddenly I felt a hand working lubricant into my asshole and gently
stretching it. First it was one finger... then two... then three.
Before I knew it was stretched wide open and the dildo's penetration
was only mildly agonizing!
I felt Harriet's frilly garters sliding up against the back of my
thigh as she inched the dildo deeper and deeper inside me. Then, as
she loosened me up she began administering a spirited fucking as the
dildo seemed to come alive inside me. I marvelled at the condition of
her abdominals as she seemed to go on fucking my sissy ass forever, to
the vociferous delight of her two spectators, who took more Polaroids.
Finally, Harriet gave out and removed her dildo from my ass. But then
Charlene scurried behind me and took a turn at me as Harriet pressed
the filthy dildo up against my lips. "Now this is a fitting
punishment for fondling my panties," laughed Harriet. "I get to fuck
you up the ass with a big dildo and now you're going to lick your own
shit off of it!"
"But Harriet," I tried to protest. But before another word could come
out she had the dildo in my mouth and was proceeding to gag me with
it. "Yes, clean my dildie, sissy! Suck your poo-poo off it like a
good little sissy!" Charlene was still ramming her dildo up my ass
but I was already so loose and lubricated that is was actually
pleasurable!
And in spite of all the humiliation, it happened. Yes Dear Reader,
there I was strapped to the bondage horse spread- eagled. Charlene
was fucking my ass for all she was worth, as my weighted balls were
tormented as the pendulum swung forward and back. Harriet was forcing
the fouled dildo into my mouth, treating me to a snack of K-Y and my
own excrement, and Lisa was pulling at the cords attached to my nipple
clamps.
Yes Dear Reader, in spite of everything I got a terrible erection.
The more I tried to control it, the more I tried to get it out of my
mind, the more uncontrollable it became. The pain, the terrible pain
and humiliation was too much...exquisite pain! In spite of everything
I came, spurting my sissy cream all over the tile floor!"
"Well, it seems our sissy is enjoying himself!" Harriet reached for
the riding crop and proceeded to mark it vigorously with many welts.
When she finished I was released from the bondage horse and led into
the guest bedroom, where I promptly collapsed and fell asleep.
When I awoke I was still dressed in my lingerie. My male clothes were
on a hanger on the back of the door and there was a brown paper bag.
Inside was a set of Polaroids from the previous night's torment, and a
pair of Harriet's most delicious panties. With these items was a
note. It read:
Dear Sissy:
We hope you've learned your lesson about stealing womens' underpants
for your own carnal satisfaction. In the bag you will find some
Polaroids to remind you what kind of punishment you'll receive if we
ever hear about womens' panties disappearing at the office again.
We've gone off for brunch. Please have the good taste not to be there
when we return. You will report to work as usual on Monday.
The bright morning light hurt my eyes as I took the Metro North train
home to Grand Central. I had to stand because my buttocks were so
sore. Every muscle in my body ached from the torment I'd suffered the
night before. But in spite of everything I'd been through, the first
thing I would do when I got home was to get off with panties from
Harriet's Hamper.
--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com
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***From FEMINET
TO RETURN TO THE HEARTLAND
(c)1989 Karin Lee Conover
CHAPTER 1
Snow fell softly through the crisp March air as Marie finished
loading the rented trailer which would soon carry her belongings
halfway across the United States. She had been in Kansas far too
long, but she was reluctant to leave, for after 8 years it had begun
to feel almost like home to her, and she knew in her heart that she
would surely miss the small town that she was now preparing to leave
behind her. She would miss the few close friends that she had grown
to love and the quiet peaceful air of the midwestern town where she
had grown up, but it was time for her to leave, and she knew that she
couldn't delay any more.
As she headed back into the two-storey Victorian house which had
been her home in Hastings, she gave the building a loving look - a
look of longing for days when she might return to such a house, in
such a town, for she was leaving out of necessity, not will, and she
bore no malice for the town. The people had been kind to her, for the
most part, although the older children had often been cruel, but
their's was a cruelty born of misunderstanding and of fear for someone
different than themselves, fear of that which they felt may exist
within themselves.
Quietly, lest she wake the others in the apartment house, she
opened the front door and crept up the stairs which led to her rooms
to make certain that she was leaving nothing of value behind. A lamp
rested on the floor in the foyer, an old television sat on the dining
room table and a few houseplants waited on the southern windowsill for
the first rays of morning sunshine. Marie hated to leave the plants
most of all, since she had been growing them for several years and
they were beginning to attract the attention of life-long gardeners.
Still, there was no more room in either the car or the trailer, and
they would have to be left behind. Perhaps the next renter would find
use for them, or maybe they would be taken down to the cellar by the
landlord, but there was nothing that Marie could do about it now.
"It still looks like someone lives here" she thought to herself as
she gazed around the apartment one last time. "Furnished apartments
never look empty, even when they have been abandoned", which was
certainly true - the couch and chairs occupied the living room and a
large oak table filled the center of the dining area. An antique oak
buffet took up most of the east wall of the dining room and a bed and
dresser waited patiently in the bedroom for the next tenant. Satis-
fied that nothing else could go with her, Marie picked up her coat and
her last bit of luggage and quietly left, placing her key on the desk
just inside the foyer. "Tom should be able to find that easily
enough", she said to herself with satisfaction, "Too bad I can't say
good-bye to him, but I really don't think he's ready for this".
Quickly she walked down the front stairs, past Tom's apartment at
the first-floor landing and out the door, making sure that there was
no traffic on the tree-lined street, no one peering out of darkened
windows or stirring to pick up their morning paper as she left. The
road was clear, and it was still fairly dark out as she walked to the
car, opened the door, and settled in. "Okay, now" she said to the car
"Don't give me any trouble, just start!".
She gave the Datsun some gas and turned the key, then gave a sigh
of relief as the engine caught and continued to run. She had spent a
lot of money on the little coupe recently, and had fixed most of the
problems that it had been having, but cars are fickle and like to
embarass people whenever they can. Giving one last look at the old
house, then another look around the inside of the car to make sure
that she had everything, She smiled at herself in the rearview mirror.
"Well, this is it! We're finally going!". Putting the car into
gear, she gave it some gas and slowly drove down the cobblestone
street, heading for the outskirts of town. "No need to do something
stupid and get pulled over" she thought nervously "That would be the
Last thing that I need!". Soon, though, she was on the highway which
lead away from Hastings, and began to relax as the hum of the Datsun's
tires on the snow-dusted road blended with the songs playing on the
radio.
As the town dissappeared behind her, Marie thought back on the
last time that she had moved, those many years ago when her mother had
taken her away from the rat-race of New York City. "No! I won't go!"
she had cried, tears coursing down her cheeks. "I won't go and you
can't make me! I'm staying here with Gramma!". The battle had been
raging for days, ever since The Move had been announced. Her mother
had been patient and understanding, but her nerves were frazzled by
the pressure of packing and loading. Marie didn't really understand
all of what was going on around her, but she knew that her mother was
not happy with her for some reason, as if she would be suddenly
punished for something that she couldn't remember doing. She knew
that they were moving to a small town in Kansas, but she couldn't
figure out what it was that had caused this sudden upheaval in her
life.
Her mother could have told her, and in her own way she had tried,
but the entire situation was very embarassing and wasn't easy for her
to talk about, even to Marie. Dr. Bennet had been very reassuring and
had tried everything in his power to make Mrs.Sotharn understand that
it was not her fault - just "one of those things that we don't really
know too much about" but "something that he will probabally grow out
of, he just needs a new environment to grow up in where he can have a
fresh start. Away from the city and all of the freaks - out in the
country somewhere!". But regardless of what the good doctor had said,
Mrs. Sotharn still felt that it was somehow her fault, maybe because
she didn't have a husband or even a boyfriend who could be a good role
model for her son. Maybe that was why her 11 year old boy had been
found on the school playground by the police. Maybe if she had been a
better mother her son wouldn't have been raped and beaten by a gang of
young punks. And maybe he wouldn't have been wandering around the
city dressed as a girl.
"Now, Michael, we've been through all of this already and you know
that you just can't stay with her. Your Grandmother is just too busy
to take care of you and we are moving for your own good! You remember
what Dr. Bennet said, don't you? You need a better place to grow up
in so that you'll get better." "But I'm not sick! I like it here and
I don't want to move!". But move they did, over Michael's loud
protest, and gradually he came to think of Hastings almost as home.
Eventually, he even remembered what had happened that had caused them
to move. He knew enough to hide Marie from the rest of the world,
though, and kept his feelings to himself, trusting only his counselor
with his secret.
Marie broke from her reverie and smiled to herself as she thought
of the past years in the small Kansas town. The car was moving
quietly down the highway and the sun was beginning to rise over the
horizon. For the past eight year she had been Michael, most of the
time, and had managed to avoid most of the problems which had forced
her mother to take her out of the city. But now she was on her own
and Marie could not play that role any longer. Nineteen years old,
Marie was reborn and Michael was pushed aside - an outfit that was no
longer in fashion or of any use. Never again would she have to try to
conform to a role which was foreign to her spirit, or need to adopt a
manner which felt like an ill-fitting costume.
Singing softly with the radio, Marie relaxed into the rhythm of
the highway and the crunch of tires on snow, her mind drifting like
the flakes falling gently on the coupe's windshield as the miles
passed beneath her, quickly putting more distance between her and the
Kansas cowtown that she had left behind - taking her ever closer to
whatever the future had to offer.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"What do you think cats think about people, Jill?".
Jill looked at Michael with an amused smile - so it was going to
be one of THOSE sessions, she thought to herself. She never knew just
what to expect from the patient who sat across the desk from her.
Bright and cheerful for one session, silent and introspective for the
next. But never, NEVER, dull. "I don't know, Michael, what do YOU
think cats think about people?".
"I knew that's what you would say, that's what you ALWAYS say when
I ask you something. You're supposed to be the one with all the
answers, don't you know anything at all?".
Dr. Jillian Martinez studied her current patient carefully while
trying to decide what approach to take with him today. He was usually
a fairly talkative boy, but had a habit of trying to hedge around the
real issues when something serious was bothering him. He sat before
her in the patient's chair, slumped down as usual, creating and
erasing patterns on the carpet with the toe of his beat-up tennis
shoe. He was an attractive boy, looking rather young for his age of
fourteen years. He was of average height, rather thin, with longish
sandy blonde hair, prone to wearing jeans and t-shirts but normally
very neat in appearance.
"I know when you are trying to waste time, Michael. I also know
when you have something that you want to talk about, and don't know
how to start - or do you really want to talk about cats?".
"Well, really it's about me.... but I really do wonder what cats
think about people!". Michael paused for a minute, trying to find the
right way to say what was on his mind. "Like, do you think cats think
that people do weird things - sometimes?".
"Actually I don't think that cats spend any time at all thinking
about people. Cats probably spend most of their time thinking about
eating, sleeping and playing. And getting into trouble! Do you think
that your cat thinks about you?".
"Well, I don't know but I sure hope not......I mean it's not like
he can talk or anything but it could sure be embarassing if he
could!". Michael glanced up at Jill to see if she was paying
attention to him, then started a new pattern on the carpet. "I mean I
could really get into trouble if the cat could talk!".
"What have you been up to, Michael? Are the old problems starting
up again?".
Michael looked up and nodded. "They never really stopped, you
know, I just was careful about getting caught but now I'm doing it all
the time and I'm real worried about getting caught.... It's like - I
don't know. I just can't stop! I feel like shit most of the time and
if I can't do it I do other stuff and get busted....." Michael paused
again. He was starting to get going now but it was very difficult to
find exactly the right way to say what he was feeling. He just had to
get this off of his mind or he just knew that he would go crazy! "And
then I think that there's no one in the house, and I can do what I
want......so I go upstairs, and get dressed, and I feel really good
but then the damn CAT comes into the room and looks at me and I just
KNOW that he's thinking that I'm weird or something!".
"When you say that you get dressed...what exactly do you wear,
Michael? No, you know me better than THAT! We've talked about this
before, haven't we?" Michael nodded, still looking at the floor.
"And have I EVER said anything to make you think that I think you're
'weird' or strange or in any way crazy? No, I haven't and I am not
going to start now! You can talk to me, Michael, and I think you know
that, right? Yes? Okay, so tell me - what do you wear that the cat
would think is weird?".
"Well.......okay I just go upstairs and take out some stuff that I
hid....some dresses and stuff, like make-up....but only when I know
that there isn't anyone home and I'm not going to get caught or
anything 'cause my Mom - she thinks that I don't do this anymore, you
know, since we moved and all....and then I go and put on a dress or
whatever and put on make-up and just walk around the house..... some-
times I go outside....but not usually......and then it's always time
for someone to come home and I've almost got caught a few times."
Dr. Martinez nodded and thought for a minute while Michael sat a
little more upright in his chair. Maybe this would be a good time to
talk about New York? Jill was never sure how open he would be about
that, and it was obviously a very traumatic experience. In the three
years that she had been seeing Michael (never Mike!), she had tried on
several occasions to explore that subject with him, but for the first
two years he had seemed to have no memory at all of what had happened
to him there. Now he was beginning to open up, although the time had
to be just right in order for him to agree to discuss it. He seemed
so close though! Jill decided to take the chance that he was open
enough to approach the subject.
"What do remember about New York, Michael? Do you remember what
happened that your mother decided to move out here with you?"
"God, of course I do! I'm not dumb, you know, just weird!"
"No, you're not dumb. And you're not weird, either. You have
some very strong feelings inside of you that you don't understand, and
that is the main reason that you have been coming to see me for the
past - what has it been now? Three years? In all of that time you
have only talked about New York a few times, but I think that you
really need to talk about what happened there. You have come a long
way since then, and I think that you are strong enough to handle the
feelings that you keep hidden inside of you. When you get dressed you
said that you feel 'really good' for a while, but then something
happens that that makes you have to change clothes before you get
caught. What would happen if you got caught?"
"How can you ask that!? What would happen if I got caught!? What
happened the last time I got caught!! You tell me, you're so smart -
you've got all the answers. What happened the LAST time I got
caught!?"
"Michael, all that I know is what your mother told me, and what I
read from your hospital record that Dr. Bennett sent to me. So you
tell me - what happened?"
Michael sat huddled in his chair, looking both defensive and
defeated. He looks so frightened, Jill thought to herself, Shit, I
hope I haven't pushed him too far. Michael jerked up out of his chair
and began pacing the floor. "Damn it!" he screamed "Fuck you!! Why
are you doing this to me!? I don't want to remember it, okay!? Why
are you making me remember this!? SHIT!!! Do you know what those
bastards did to me? Huh? DO YOU!? Those fuckers raped me!! Over
and over and over!!! They beat the shit out of me and they fucked me
and they pissed all over me and left me almost dead on a basketball
court in the middle of the fucking night!! Are you happy now!? Is
that what you wanted to hear? They raped me! The bastards raped me!
Raped...." Michael fell, sobbing, onto his knees and curled himself,
crying uncontrollably, into the protection of the fetal position -
seeking protection from memories from which there was no longer any
protection.
END OF CHAPTER 1 - MORE TO COME!
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--
Karen Mitchell
labrat 'at' onr 'dot' com