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Jennifer came in and was impressed at how well I had followed these
instructions and immediately set me to work cleaning the house in my new
outfit. This was rather difficult as I had never work high heels before
but I slowly got used to them. After cleaning the house I was told to
change into my schoolgirl outfit and keep the wig and high heels on as
Jennifer had a surprise for me that night.

At 7pm there was a knock on the door and I was told to answer it. I
objected but Jennifer told me that if I didn't then I wouldn't be able to
dress as a girl every again. Now as I seemed to enjoy this so much I
didn't want that to happen so I opened the door and was greeted by 2 good
looking guys. I escorted them in and informed Jennifer that she had
visitors but she replied "they're not for me... they're for you... this is
Ryan and John and tonight you are going to be their slut".

I look at Jennifer and said "are you joking?" and with that Ryan said get
on your knees and take out my cock. I immediately dropped to my knees and
did what I was told. They all just laughed and then Jennifer told me that
during our last magicsis session I was told to obey every wish and desire
of any man who came into this house. Ryan told me to suck his cock and
without any hesitation I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking as I
had seen Jennifer do so many times. Jennifer set up a video recorder to
record every minute while I was told to suck off both Ryan and John and
swallow every last drop of their cum.

When I had finished Jennifer gave me a gift and asked me to put it on, it
was a pink fetishr with the word "slut" written on it and I put it on as
requested. Jennifer said "from this day on you're the slut and you have to
wear that every day so everyone knows". Ryan then told me to bend over and
as I did he moved his cock towards my ass. He slowly put it in and it hurt
like hell but I was told to take it all and as I had to obey his every
desire I pushed until I got that cock all the way into my ass. John then
put his cock in my mouth again and I then I realised... here I was, a
straight guy dressed as a slutty schoolgirl with a cock in my ass and
another in mouth and the whole thing being recorded. My life a Christopher
would be over if this ever got out. Ryan and John took turns in my ass and
mouth for the rest of the night and I was sore and well used by the time
they left.

The next day I saw just how far the suggestion of "any man who came into
this house". Jennifer answered the door to the postman who had a package
to be signed for and she let him into the living room where I was still
dressed as a schoolgirl and still with my slut fetishr as she went upstairs
to get a pen. The postman took one look at me and muttered under his
breath but just loud enough for me to hear "A slut huh? I would love to
have you suck my cock right about now". I walked over to him, rubbed his
now hard cock, undid his trousers and started sucking on his cock. Shortly
after he noticed Jennifer standing on the stairs watching and this made him
cum hard. I quickly swallowed it all and as he did up his trousers he
apologised to my wife and she replied "no need, that's what he's supposed
to do... come over any time you need another". After that I soon found I
was servicing the postal service on a daily basis.

I soon came to like this role reversal and I'd eagerly wait for the postman
so I could suck his cock clean or the men Jennifer brought home to fuck me
from dusk to dawn. She even rented me out a few times ranging from a
single night to a complete fortnight and I loved every minute of it. The
fortnight ones had me doing everything from blowjobs to gangbangs, glory
hole to bondage but nothing got me hornier than being dressed up in my high
heels and bridal lingerie, being hogtied and gangbanged for the whole of
the fake 2 week honeymoon. I don't think any guy can complain as his
rent-a-fuck is tied naked over the balcony with a gag in her mouth and his
cock in her ass.

Jennifer decided it was time to take things to the next level and left yet
another tape for me. This time I was told book a holiday to South America
for us both for a week's time and I was to pack only my girly clothes. I
did as requested and a week later we were off for our holiday. Jennifer
has purposely stuck a metal butt plug in my ass so that it would set off
the metal detectors and I was told to fuck everyone that I had to in order
to get them to let me through. Now as we went through 3 different airports
I was completely worn out by the time we got to our destination but very
happy about it.

When we got there Jennifer handed me another tape and on this one I was
told that I've always wanted to be a woman and that's why I dress as one
and while we were here I was going to get my little male problem rectified.
Tomorrow I was to go to the gender re-assignment clinic where I had been
booked into and start my transition into womanhood. That night I had my
last every blowjob I started looking forward to what was about to happen.

The next day I was admitted to the gender re-assignment clinic and was in
extremely good mood. I was finally going to get rid of this awful cock and
be transformed into a beautiful woman. Over the next year I was slowly
changed. I had my adams apple removed, breast implants, a face lift to
make me look more feminine, hormone injections and of course the removal of
my penis and have it replaced by my new womb. I loved the finished product
as did Jennifer. Before I met my wife I was always partial to a gorgeous
blonde with big boobs and blue eyes and what do you know... now I am one.
Jennifer had me test out my new vagina by fucking every man in the clinic
and told them it was my way of saying thank you.

Upon leaving the clinic Jennifer informed me that she had declared me
legally dead, with the assistance of a coroner who she slept with in order
get the paperwork put through. The story goes that I was shot in the face
with by a shotgun in a robbery gone wrong and as a result my funeral was
closed casket. My family and friends believed everything and had been
extremely supportive to Jennifer, to the extent that one of my brothers
helped her get over her grief by filling her full of his cock. I was
completely gobsmacked but what could I do, I was a woman now and there is
no way they would believe I was their brother. So began my life a Chrissy.

Jennifer loved that I was a woman now; she would dress me in the sluttiest
outfits she could and take me out on the town. I was constantly wearing
high heels and skirts that could be classed as belts, sometime I would be
instructed to wear nothing but the tiniest bikinis and high heels and you
can imagine the instant attention that got. I loved every minute though as
that's what I was instructed to do on these magicsis tapes, although in all
honesty I think I would have enjoyed it just as much without the magictic
suggestion. I secretly wanted this but could tell now one so you can
imagine my delight at having this powerd upon me. I would go home almost
every night of the week and fill all 3 of my holes with cock till I passed
out... I was having the time of my life and so was Jennifer.

One day Jennifer got invited back to my family's resident for a memorial
service for, well, my death and she quickly got another idea and made yet
another tape. Upon listening to this one I was instructed to go with her
and pose as her best friend. I would find myself irresistibly attracted my
the brothers and I was to get fucked by them all before we came back but I
was not to let any of them know who I was.

This went much better than she planned. When we landed and I saw my
brothers I was instantly attracted to them, and, I could see by the front
of their trousers than each of them was attracted to me. All during the
day I played the supporting best friend to Jennifer as she put on the fake
tears and the brothers tried to hit on me until Jennifer said she said she
was going to bed and said that I should stay and hang out with the
brothers. Half an hour after that I was back in my hotel room staring at
the 3 cocks belonging to my brothers which were waiting to impale me. They
ripped my clothes from my body leaving me naked and horny and I instantly
started sucking on their cocks and swallowing their cum, each of them
taking turns to cum in my mouth and made me swallow their huge loads.

I mounted one of them on the couch and very quickly found myself being
roughly fucked in all 3 holes at once. It felt great 3 big cocks grinding
into my pussy, ass and mouth, each taking their turn in each hole... it was
the best I ever felt and then I realised... I'm their brother turned into
a slut and getting fucked by them without them even knowing and that got me
so horny I came again there and then. They used me over and over again
getting rougher as the night went on. Out came the handcuffs to stop me
going anywhere, the vibrating butt plug and dildo so that I couldn't even
rest when they got tired and to top it off the gag to show me as the slut
that I am... I must have been a beautiful sight! I was in heaven for about
12 hours straight with no breaks until the morning came and they got up and
left. Jennifer came in shortly after and found me completely covered in
cum, handcuffed to the bed with the gag in my mouth and the butt plug and
dildo still vibrating and she left me like that until I had come 3 more
times before untying me.

Upon leaving back to South America Jennifer again stuck a metal butt plug
in my ass and the pink "slut" fetishr round me neck. I now knew the drill
and set about fucking my way out of trouble again. Jennifer loved the new
slutty me and upon our return she quickly set about hiring me out to
whoever wanted me. It was a good deal... she got all the money and I got
all the cock and cum I could handle and more so we were both happy.

After a couple of years Jennifer had started to want out of this slut scene
and wanted to start a family but since I was now a woman that was going to
be impossible to have a family with me. Since I was declared legally dead
Jennifer was no longer married to me and she thought it was about time she
found someone who could give her a family and so I found 1 final tape on
the bedside cabinet.

This one said that I had become too much of a slut and that she needed a
normal family and a normal life now. Ownership of me had been passed to a
local brothel and I was to go there and follow their every instruction.
Jennifer had left me and not only that she transferred ownership of me to
someone else like I was a cheap piece of furniture. I arrived at the
brothel as instructed and I quickly became their best girl... I would do
anything and often found myself hogtied sucking on cock or impaled on a
fucking machine. I was the perfect like slut and I enjoyed being used as
everyone's little fuck toy and Jennifer even brings my brothers around
sometimes and lets them use me and they still don't know who I am.

This may seem like a fucked up way to live but we're all happy and I feel
like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be... tied up in some room servicing
all the cock I can manage!!

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Helplessly Caught



The neighbor who moved into the apartment right next to mine pushed
virtually every button I have - Jessica had long blond hair, bright blue
eyes, a gorgeous smile, small perky breasts, a nice, firm ass, and legs
that went on and on and on. To top it all off, her wardrobe was taken
right out of my own fetish fantasies - she loved short skirts, tall boots,
knee socks, and turtleneck sweaters. Once I even saw her wearing all of
these items at the same time, and I almost creamed in my jeans. I will
never forget the image: she had on black leather boots with pink knee socks
peeking out of the top of the boots, a short pleated miniskirt with a
white, grey, pink and black plaid pattern, and a pink cable turtleneck
sweater with an enormous collar that hugged her chin. Her hair was pulled
back in a ponytail, and she literally knocked the breath right out of me.

We had talked before, and I guess we could be considered as almost friends.
On the day she wore that outfit, I could not take my eyes off of her, and
when she struck up a conversation, I could barely manage to talk. I
desperately hoped that she would not notice the enormous bulge in my pants.

Jessica told me that she was going away for a week, and she asked if I
would be willing to water her plants for her while she was gone. Without
hesitation, I took her up on it, and I secretly could not wait to check out
all of the fabulous clothes in her closet. She gave me a copy of her
apartment key, gave me a peck on the cheek, and told me when she would be
back. I went back to my apartment and jerked off to visions of Jessica in
my head. Not just any visions, mind you, but visions of her in that
outfit, being bound and gagged and helpless as I fucked her hard.

That night, I watched Jessica drive away, and I had to restrain myself from
bolting over to her apartment. I felt vaguely guilty and dirty for wanting
to go through her things, and I actually made it most of the week with just
watering her plants as she asked. However, the weekend arrived, and with
Jessica due back sometime on Sunday, the urge to go through her things
became more than I could handle, and I broke down and went into her closet.

With my heart thumping, I flipped on the light in her walk-in closet, and I
was in my own fetish heaven: boots and heels were neatly lined up on the
floor; blouses, skirts and dresses lined an entire side of the closet; and
the shelves in her closet were overflowing with soft sweaters. On the
opposite side of the closet, Jessica had placed a dresser, and in those
drawers I found her panties, bras, and a huge collection of knee socks.
Tucked away in the back of the closet was a laundry hamper, and I could not
help but notice the outfit that she had worn the day she asked me to water
her plants laying right on top. Then I noticed a large box wedged behind
the hamper, and curiosity got the best of me.

I opened the box and was utterly blown away by what I found - Jessica
apparently had not only an enormous collection of sex toys, but she also
had a large collection of bondage gear: gags, collars, hoods, handcuffs,
manacles, spreader bars, posture bars, and stuff that I honestly had no
idea what they were for. I was almost overwhelmed by the thought of
Jessica being into this kind of stuff. I would have given almost anything
to see her wearing that outfit and helplessly tied up, but she was so out
of my league, I did not even consider it to be a vague possibility.

Being careful not to displace anything, I returned to my apartment and
fantasized about what I had found. As I thought about ways to secretly get
some pictures of Jessica dressed and bound, a twisted thought occurred to
me - what if I got someone that looked like Jessica to come over, wear her
clothes, let me use the bondage equipment on them, and then take some
pictures? I was so excited about the thought until the reality of it all
set in. First off, I did not know anyone that looked like Jessica, and
second, even if I did, I seriously doubted that they would agree to wear a
stranger's clothes, be tied up and gagged, and then photographed.

Then another thought crossed my mind - I was pretty small for a guy, and I
really was not much bigger than Jessica. I started to consider the
possibility of dressing up like Jessica, trying my hand at some
self-bondage, all in front of my camcorder. That way, I could take as many
screen shots as I wanted of what I hoped would appear to be Jessica bound
and gagged. My face could even be hidden by one of her bondage masks, or
even swapped out with my photo image program.

I dismissed the idea almost as soon as it occurred to me. After all, I had
no interest whatsoever with wearing women's clothes, nor was I all too
interested in being tied up myself. But I could not erase the thoughts of
having pictures of a Jessica look-alike dressed, bound and gagged.
Finally, my arousal got the best of me, and I impulsively decided to go for
it.

My mind raced, and I sprang into action. First I showered, and upon
thinking of getting the most realistic shots that I could, I shaved my legs
- after all, Jessica had smooth gorgeous legs, and my hairy legs would be a
dead give-away. I finished showering, pulled on shorts and a T-shirt,
grabbed my camcorder and laptop, and went over to Jessica's apartment.

First I filmed Jessica's closet so I could put everything back the way I
had found it. Then I set up the camcorder in Jessica's bedroom, right next
to her full-length mirror, and connected it directly to my laptop for easy
download. I turned the camcorder on, stripped off my clothes and stepped
into Jessica's closet. I had already decided what I was going to wear -
the exact same outfit that Jessica was wearing when she asked me to water
her plants, and conveniently, that outfit was laying right on top in her
hamper.

I carefully removed the outfit and laid it out on Jessica's bed. I lifted
a pair of pink satin panties that Jessica had apparently worn up to my nose
and inhaled her musky scent, and I immediately was fully aroused. I
stepped into the panties and pulled them up my smooth, hairless legs. I
tucked my erection inside of her silky panties, hoping the bulge would not
stretch them out. The sensation of the silk against my hard-on was almost
more than I could handle.

Next I put on the matching bra that she apparently wore. I remembered
seeing some silicone breast enhancers in one of her dresser drawers, and I
retrieved those and inserted them into the bra to fill me out. Next I put
on the pink cable-knit knee socks, and the soft, slightly fuzzy texture of
the socks felt incredible against my bare legs. I pulled on her miniskirt,
and I was relieved that I was able to fit into it without much trouble.
Then I pulled on her turtleneck sweater. It was incredibly soft, and the
collar was a good six inches folded over. Finally, I pulled on the black
leather boots. The fit was a bit tight, but I did manage to pull them on.
I teetered a bit, being unaccustomed to the high heels, but I eventually
found my balance.

Next I went through her hidden bondage box. I found it really difficult to
decide what to use on myself, and I tested everything out to make sure I
could release myself when I finished. I first chose a full leather hood
with holes for the eyes and mouth, and a hole at the top for a ponytail. I
again returned to the drawer where I found the silicone breast enhancers,
and I pulled out a blond ponytail hair extension. I honestly had no idea
why Jessica would have this, given her gorgeous long blond hair, but
perhaps with was from a time when she had shorter hair.
Regardless, it would work for my purposes.

I went into her bathroom, rummaged around a bit, and found some of her
makeup. Because only my eyes and lips would be visible through the bondage
hood, I only picked out some lipstick, eye liner, eyeshadow, and mascara.
The lips were easy, and I applied several coats of the glossy pink
lipstick. The eyes were much harder, and I struggled to apply the
eyeliner.
After several attempts, I applied it as well as I could, and then I
applied blue eyeshadow and the mascara. I then fastened the blond ponytail
to the crown of my head and carefully slipped the bondage hood over my
head. After some adjustment, I was able to pull the ponytail through the
top of the hood, and I laced it up tight.

I returned to the closet and retrieved some sex toys and the rest of the
bondage equipment that I would need, and I walked out into Jessica's
bedroom. I stood in front of the camcorder and, for a while, simply stared
at my reflection in the mirror. I was blown away by how much I really did
look like Jessica, and the image of the "faux" Jessica with a bondage hood
made me harder than I think I've ever been.

I got down on my knees and grabbed a large, realistically shaped dildo,
complete with veins and balls. I then watched my reflection in the mirror
as I licked the shaft of the dildo. It was surreal, and I was able to
ignore the fact that it was me licking the dildo, and in my own
fantasy-land, I was watching Jessica lick a large cock. I then started to
suck on the dildo. The image of Jessica's pink lips wrapped around the
thick shaft of the cock was incredible, and I even worked on deep-throating
the dildo. I gagged repeatedly, but the end result - a perfect shot of
"Jessica" taking an entire cock into her mouth - was priceless.

Then I decided to do something a bit more daring. Keeping the dildo in my
mouth, I pulled out yet another realistically-shaped dildo. I bent over,
lifted my skirt, and lowered my pink panties just enough to expose my ass
(but not enough to ruin the effect my exposing my own balls and cock). I
placed that dildo between the cheeks of my ass and simply stared at my
reflection - there was Jessica with a cock in her mouth and a cock at her
ass. I decided that I just had to go further with that image, and I pulled
out a tube of lubricating jelly. I rubbed some around my sphincter and all
over the dildo. With the first dildo still firmly in my mouth, I reached
around and placed the second dildo against my sphincter. I braced myself
for the pain that would follow, and I slowly pushed the dildo into my ass.
I was so aroused by the reflection in the mirror that I barely noticed the
pain as I inserted its entire length deep into my ass. Then I fucked
myself with the dildo for a good five minutes.

I was ecstatic with the images that I had already recorded, and I decided
that it was time for the bondage. I proceeded to assemble a piece of
bondage furniture that I had only seen on-line: it had metal bars in the
shape of a capital "I" that I placed on the floor, with each cross-piece
having cuffs fastened to the end of them. Once in place, it would power me
into a doggie position. There were also two vertical bars, one placed near
where my stomach would be, and the other near where my head would be. The
bar near my stomach had a large U-shaped support and a locking leather
strap, and the bar near my head had an attachment that would secure one of
the dildos in my mouth. Finally, a fucking machine was bolted to the rear
of the contraption, and once adjusted, it would power a dildo in and out of
my ass.

With my heart pounding in my chest, I first locked both of my ankles in the
rear cross-piece. After some adjustment, I set up the fucking machine so
that, once locked into the bondage gear, it would be impossible for me to
remove the thrusting dildo from my ass until I unlocked myself from the
contraption. I inserted the dildo attached to the fucking machine into my
ass, turned the machine on so that it slowly worked the dildo, which also
vibrated, in and out of my ass, and then knelt down and rested my stomach
over the first vertical support. I fastened and locked that strap securely
around my waist. I tested everything out, and I had essentially
immobilized myself from the waist down, and sure enough, there would be no
way for me to wriggle out from the dildo sliding in and out of my ass. I
then reached forward and securely locked my left wrist into the front
cross-piece. I opened my mouth and took a large portion of the dildo
attached to the front vertical support into my mouth, and I then locked the
collar attached to that support to the back of my bondage hood. I tested
that out, and there would be no way for me to pull back far enough to eject
the dildo from my mouth. Now came the hard part - securing my right hand
without the use of my left hand. I first threaded the strap for my wrist
through its buckle, leaving just enough room for me to wiggle my hand
through. I was then able to grab the strap and, after some finessing,
tighten it and buckle it securely in place. I grabbed the final lock, and
with a deep breath, I snapped the lock closed.

I had angled myself in such a way that I could see most of my profile in
Jessica's mirror. Although I had not considered the fact that my head
would be essentially immobilized with the dildo in my mouth, I was luckily
able to get a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was so unbelievable
aroused by what I saw - I saw what appeared to be Jessica dressed up in my
favorite outfit and helplessly bound, with a vibrating dildo sliding in and
out of her ass and with a dildo firmly locked in her mouth. I even
struggled for effect and made desperate noises through the dildo in my
mouth, and then something happened to me that has never, ever happened to
me before - I actually had an orgasm without even touching myself. It was
utterly surreal to watch "Jessica" in the mirror moan and buck with the
orgasm, and to have the orgasm myself. By the time I finished shooting my
load into Jessica's panties, I was lightheaded and dizzy.

After recovering from one of the most intense orgasms of my life, I grabbed
the key that was strategically placed next to my right hand to unlock
myself. I had not practiced unlocking the key in the position I was in,
and I found it to be very difficult. I could not really see the lock
because my head was virtually immobilized, and I probably spent 20 minutes
struggling to get the key into the lock. I figured that I could eventually
get it unlocked, and I suppressed the urge to panic - until I heard
Jessica's front door being opened.

I thought I would have a heart attack, and I frantically struggled to get
the key into the lock. My mind raced on how I was going to extract myself
from this predicament, and in my panic, the unimaginable happened - I
dropped the key, and I watched as it bounced off just out of reach.

I was literally frozen in terror as I heard footsteps approaching Jessica's
bedroom, and my eyes were wide as saucers when Jessica stepped into her
bedroom and laid her eyes upon me. The incredible part was that, even in
my panic-stricken and helpless state, I was still blown away by Jessica's
beauty - she was wearing a tight-fitting angora turtleneck dress and
four-inch fuck-me heels and again had her hair pulled back in a high
ponytail.

Jessica froze when she saw me, and she had a look of pure shock on her
face.
She took it all in, and then she said, "What the fuck??? Who in the hell
are you, and why are you dressed in my clothes and using my toys? How did
you get in here?"

Well, all I could do is grunt through the penis in my mouth, and I looked
pleadingly up at her. Apparently, either my grunts must have sounded
familiar to Jessica or something else gave me away, and her hand flew up to
her mouth as she gasped, "Oh my god!!! Steven, is that really you?" I
affirmatively grunted that it was, in fact, me.

I was a bit relieved when Jessica giggled at the sight of me, as I was
initially terrified that she would be furious. Then Jessica said something
that I entirely did not expect: "Hey Craig! Hey Anthony! Come in here!
Just wait til you see what I found!"

I gave out a little desperate moan of renewed terror as I heard more
footsteps approaching, and I again looked pleadingly up into Jessica's
amused eyes. Then Craig and Anthony entered the room.

"Get a load of this, guys!" said Jessica with glee. "Craig, Anthony, I'd
like you to meet my next- door neighbor, Steven. Steven, meet my friends,
Craig and Anthony."

Craig and Anthony were clearly amused, but also puzzled. Jessica told them
both that she had no idea what I was doing, dressed up in her clothes,
securely bound, with a cock in my mouth and a cock sliding in and out of my
ass, and that she was just as surprised and puzzled as they were. Craig
pointed to the camcorder and suggested that they rewind the tape to see
what was up. None of them moved to unlock me or remove the dildo from my
mouth, and I helplessly watched as they rewound the tape and hit play.

The tape clearly showed me stripping off my shorts and t-shirt, and then
laying out Jessica's outfit on the bed. I was mortified as they watched me
sniff Jessica's panties, and even more humiliated as they watched me put on
Jessica's outfit, suck on the dildo and fuck myself up my ass with the
second dildo. Then they watched as I set up the bondage equipment, locked
myself in, and then struggled and squealed. I wanted to close my eyes at
the next part, but it was like watching a train wreck, and I watched the
tape of me shaking, bucking and moaning as my orgasm over took me. Jessica
laughed out loud and said, "Holy crap, guys! I think he just came in his
panties! Well, actually, my panties. Ewwww." If my cheeks had not been
hidden by the bondage hood, they could have seen them flush bright red with
offense. The tape continued with my struggles to release myself, and
it showed me dropping the key and Jessica's entrance into the room.

When the tape ended, Jessica told Craig and Anthony that she needed to talk
to them in the other room. She retrieved the key to my locks, slapped my
ass, and she winked at me as she told me not to go anywhere. I struggled
to get free while they were gone, but to no avail. All the while, the
vibrating dildo continued to slide in and out of my ass.

Jessica returned after a while, and to my surprise, Jessica turned the
camcorder back on. She got down to my eye level and rhetorically asked me
why I had done this to myself. She then asked if I wanted to be her, or if
I just wanted to see what it would look like to have her bound and fucked.
It was like she read my mind with the last question, and I managed to utter
an affirmative grunt through my gag. Jessica smiled when I did, and told
me that she would do one better for me - she would show me exactly what she
liked to be done to her when she was tied up. Jessica saw the confusion in
my eyes and just laughed. Then she said, "I hope you enjoy it as much as I
do!"

Still confused, I watched in shock and horror as Craig and Anthony entered
the room completely naked and both with massive hard-ons. Jessica again
chuckled and whispered in my ear that she simply loved to get double-teamed
when she was tied up, and now I would get to experience it up close and
permisteral, but this time with some real cock. I shook my head no and tried
to protest through the penis in my mouth, but Jessica jumped up and slapped
my ass, hard. She informed me that I really did not have a choice in the
matter - I had done this all to myself, and I had ***d her privacy, and
as I clearly did not mind having a cock in my mouth and buried up my ass,
she would give me what I apparently wanted so badly. She then noted that I
was hardly in a position to object.

Jessica then turned off the machine fucking my ass, unbolted it, and
removed the dildo from my ass. She grabbed the lubricating jelly and
slowly spread it all over Anthony's engorged cock. I watched in the mirror
as Anthony then walked behind me and placed the tip of his cock between the
cheeks of my ass and against my sphincter. I whimpered through my penis
gag as Anthony grabbed my hips and slowly pushed forward. I squealed in
pain as he powerd the head of his cock into my ass, and I was entirely
helpless to stop him. He slowly worked his entire shaft into my ass until
I could feel his balls brush up against my own balls.

Then Craig stepped up in front of me and placed the tip of his cock inches
from my face. I could see pre-cum glistening from the tip of his cock, and
he brushed it onto my lips, which were still obscenely stretched around the
dildo in my mouth. Jessica then unlocked my neck from the front vertical
support, and as she did, she warned me that I had best do what I was told.
She removed the dildo from my mouth, and she told me to open wide. Feeling
utterly trapped and not seeing any other options, I did as I was told, and
Craig inserted his cock into my mouth. He ordered me to suck as he slowly
pumped his cock in and out of my mouth, and Anthony then began to slowly
fuck my ass.

As they both fucked me, I could not help but see my reflection in the
mirror. Much to my dismay, I actually started to get hard again - the
vision of what appeared to be Jessica tied up and being double-teamed was
turning me on. At that moment, it occurred to me that there might me
something wrong with me - after all, it was not Jessica who was tied up
with a guy fucking her ass and a guy fucking her ass - it was me.
Regardless, I could not take my eyes off of the mirror, and I was soon
rock-hard, and I let out a little moan.

Jessica heard me moan, and she reached beneath my skirt. She just chuckled
when she felt my raging hard-on, and even though I was utterly humiliated
and was being fucked by two men, her touch was like electricity. She then
started to jerk me off as I was double-teamed. The guys fucked me for at
least fifteen minutes, and Jessica patiently stroked my cock. I could not
hold back, and I was powerless to prevent my impending orgasm. I started
to moan through the cock in my mouth, and Jessica picked up the pace. In
seconds, I had what was hands down the most intense orgasm of my life, and
I almost ****** from the intensity of it all.

The involuntary constriction of my sphincter around Anthony's cock
apparently was more than he could handle, and as I ejaculated, I heard
Anthony start to moan. As Anthony shot an enormous load deep inside of my
ass, Craig also started to moan. I first felt his cock twitch, and
suddenly cum started to flood into my mouth. I reflexively swallowed, and
at the same time, my own orgasm completely overtook me, and I moaned in
pure ecstacy. Craig pulled out at that very moment and shot the rest of
his load into my open mouth. The offense of having the most intense
orgasm of my life at the very same time as having a man shoot his seed deep
in my ass and another man shoot his seed deep in my mouth was almost more
than I could handle.

Anthony pulled his cock out of my ass, and then Craig pulled his cock out
of my mouth. Jessica first told me to lick Craig clean, and then she
placed her cupped hand, which had caught my own semen, to my lips. She
ordered me to lick her hand clean, and when I had finished, semen coated my
pink lips and dribred down my chin.

Jessica then lifted her sweater dress and lowered her panties. She shoved
her crotch into my face and ordered me to lick her pussy. Watching me get
fucked by two guys must have really turned her on, and she was dripping
with her juices. I lapped at her the best I could given my restricted
movements. After several minutes, I apparently hit her sweet spot, and she
grabbed my head and ground her crotch into my face. I licked furiously,
and she came hard.

Jessica regained her composure and told me to open wide again, and she
inserted a large ball-gag in my mouth and tightly buckled it in place. She
turned off the camcorder and sat down at my laptop. She opened my e-mail
account, and she proceeded to forward my entire address book to her own
e-mail, and then she forwarded the entire file downloaded from my camcorder
to her e- mail. She told me that the tape would be her insurance that I
would be a good little sissy for her, and slapping me on the ass, she
winked and told me that she had always dreamed of owning her very own sissy
boy, and now I had made her dreams come true....

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Halloween Humiliation


Katie won our bet, and the winner got to pick out the other's Halloween
costume for the annual bash that we both went to. I had won the year
before, and she had been mortified at what I had her wear - a french maid
uniform. As soon as she had won, she vowed to get me back. I had no idea
what she had in store for me....

I arrived at her place and she immediately had me get undressed. She led
me to the bathroom, and she had me hop in the shower to get rinsed off.
She then proceeded to spread a thick layer of hair removal cream over my
entire body from the neck down. She grinned wickedly as she spread it all
over my crotch, and she even spread it up the crack of my ass.

As the hair removal cream set in, she had me shave the stubble from my
face.
She then had me hop back in the shower, and I watched as all of the hair
on my body swirled down the drain. I emerged from the shower pink and
hairless. She then had me spread floral-scented lotion over my hairless
body.

She then produced a pair of D-size silicone breasts, complete with
realistic nipples. She sprayed adhesive on them, let the adhesive set up
for about five minutes, and then she attached them to my chest. She had me
hold them in place until they were firmly secured.

She led me to her bedroom, and she had me put on a pair of pink ruffled
panties, a pair of sheer pink stockings, and a pair of white anklets with
pink ruffles. She then had me place my hands above my head. She placed a
corset around my waist, and she told me to inhale. Then she mercilessly
tightened the garment, probably reducing my waist by a good four or five
inches. She then attached garters from the corset to my stockings.

She then had me put on a pair of pink mary-jane pumps with four-inch heels.
These were apparently bondage heels, as they had an attached strap that
wrapped around my ankles and were secured with tiny padlocks. You could
not really tell they were locked, though, because the Katie placed the
straps under my anklets, and the pink ruffles all but concealed the straps
and the locks.

Katie then pulled out a white ruffled petticoat, which she had me put on.
She then pulled out a satin sissy dress. It had long puffy sleeves and
tons of pink lace and frills. The neckline was almost like a turtleneck,
and I quickly discovered that, to match my bondage heels, it was a bondage
dress. The cuffs had built-in leather bands, largely concealed by the pink
lace, and Katie locked them closed. The turtleneck was actually made up of
another built-in leather band concealed by more pink lace, and Katie locked
it closed, too. I noticed that a small D-ring was attached to the front of
the collar, and it too was concealed by the pink lace. She finished off
the dress by fastening a pink sash around my waist, complete with a large
pink bow.

Katie then disappeared to put on her costume. She re-appeared about 30
minutes later, and her costume blew me away. She was dressed head-to-toe
as a dominatrix, complete with an open- faced mask with a hole in the top
for her ponytail, a tight-fitting leather bodice, and thigh-high leather
boots. She would be the dom tonight, and I would be her sissy slave. She
shot me a wicked grin as she attached a short leather leash to the D-ring
on my collar, and she led me out to her car.

Much to my dismay, we did not head right to the party. Instead, Katie
drove to a local mall. I initially balked at going in dressed as I was,
but Katie talked me into it by noting that she would be going in as a dom,
and the least I could do would be to get into the spirit and just go with
my role for the night. Besides, she added, my costume was not complete
yet, and she had a couple of appointments set up for me in the mall.

My face turned beet-red at the looks we got as she led me down the mall on
a pink leash. Our first stop was about as far away from the car as she
could possibly get, and it seemed to take forever to get to the nail shop.
She led me in and told the girl that I was here for my manicure. The girl
could barely keep a straight face as she led me to a table right up next to
the window to the mall, and everyone that passed by stopped and stared.

Katie told the teen-aged manicurist to give me a full manicure, complete
with extensions. The girl glued the extensions to each of my nails and
then, barely suppressing a giggle, asked me what color I preferred for my
nails. Katie picked the color for me, and the girl applied several coats
of pink polish to my long nails, finishing each one off with a topcoat.

Katie paid, and she then led me to our next stop, again at the far end of
the mall. We reached a salon, and Katie told the girl I was here for my
full make-over. This girl laughed out loud as she led me back to a chair,
again in full view of anyone passing by in the mall.
I then got a full make-over. The girl working on me asked Katie if it
would be OK if she cleaned up my eyebrows first, and Katie told her no
problem. I then had my eyebrows waxed into a feminine arch.

She then gave me the full make-over - foundation, blue eye shadow,
eyeliner, mascara, pink blush, lip liner, glossy pink lipstick, and
finishing powder. I then had my long blond hair cut, curled and styled.
Katie produced a huge pink satin bow, and it was affixed to the crown of my
head.

By the time my make-over was finished, I was totally stunned at the
transformation. You could still tell I was a guy - there is only so much
make-up can do, and although my masculine facial features were minimized,
there is no way I could pass as a girl - but from a distance, I did look
like a girl in a frilly dress.

Katie then led me to our final stop - an accessory store. She led me over
to where they did ear- piercing, and after a bit of negotiation, Katie got
them to pierce each of my ears twice, but instead of keeping the starter
studs in place, they inserted pink studs in the shape of a heart in each
upper piercing, and large pink hoops in each lower piercing.

With my make-over complete, Katie led me back out to the car, and we headed
over to the party. Before we went in, Katie told me she had a couple more
items for my grand entrance. She first attached a short six-inch chain to
the locks on my bondage shoes, effectively hobbling me. She then had me
put my hands behind my back and she attached another six-inch chain to the
locks on my wrists. Finally, she then told me to open my mouth, and she
inserted a large ball gag, which she tightened around my head. My costume
was then complete, and I followed her helplessly as she led me by the leash
into the party.

Before we got to the front door, Katie unexpectedly led me to the side of
the house, and my eyes opened wide as she dropped to her knees. She lifted
my dress and petticoat, and she lowered my panties. She then started to
lick and gently suck on my shaved balls. The then moved her tongue up and
down my shaft, licking it like a popsicle.

When I had gotten semi-hard, Katie pulled out small leather strap with
seven progressively smaller metal rings attached to it. She placed them
all around my shaft, with the largest towards the base of my cock. She
carefully pulled my balls through the largest ring, and then she continued
to lick my shaft. My cock swelled up within the metal rings, and soon they
were so tightly constricted around my shaft, there is no way I could remove
them unless I lost my hard- on. I knew from experience, though, that the
constricting rings around my shaft ensured I would not be losing that
hard-on any time soon.

Katie then pulled out a tiny bullet vibrator and placed it directly under
my engorged cock-head. She produced some pink ribbon and spent several
minutes carefully wrapping the ribbon around both the vibrator and the head
of my cock, finishing it off with a large pink bow. She wrapped it enough
times and tied it tight enough that I knew it would not fall off. She then
pressed a button on the vibrator, and it began to pulse. Thankfully, it did
not make much noise, and I was pretty sure no one would know that it was on
me.

Satisfied, Katie pulled up my panties to cover my balls, but left my cock
protruding from above the waistband. The combination of the cock-rings,
pulled-up waistband, and vibrator tied to my cock-head ensured that my cock
would be sticking straight out, probably for most of the night.
Mercifully, the petticoat was very voluminous, and it did at least conceal
my throbbing erection.

Katie then led me to the front door and rang the doorbell. Sarah, a good
friend of Katie's and the hostess for the party, answered the door, and her
eyes grew wide at our costumes. She squealed with delight and ushered us
in, taking us around so everyone could see us. Although it was Halloween,
and everyone was dressed up, I was utterly humiliated as Katie led me
around on the leash and introduced me as her sissy slave. My face turned
beet red with embarrassment, particularly when Katie had me say hello to
people, and all I could do was grunt through my ball gag.

We ended up in the kitchen, and I saw Katie whisper something in Sarah's
ear. Sarah's eyes got really big, and I heard her say "No way!" Katie
nodded her head and said, "See for yourself - go ahead and give sissy boy a
big hug."

Sarah walked over to me and, as she wrapped her arms around me, she pressed
her body against mine. She of course quickly discovered my little secret -
my rock-hard vibrating erection. Sarah again squealed with delight,
calling me a naughty, naughty sissy. Then, with a glint in her eye, Sarah
whispered something in Katie's ear. Katie thought about it for a moment,
and said, "Yeah, lets do it."

Katie led me back to Sarah's bedroom and, as Sarah disappeared to get my
"surprise", Katie suddenly pushed me, face first, onto the bed. She
stepped on the chain locked to my ankles and kept me pressed down on the
bed, and I could not get any leverage to wiggle out from under her. She
lifted up my skirt and petticoat and pulled down my panties, exposing my
ass. I grunted in shock as her finger, lubricated with something, suddenly
penetrated my ass. Then Sarah appeared and showed me the surprise: a large
vibrating dildo attached to a leather harness. I watched helplessly as she
spread lubrication all over it, turned it on, and she stepped behind me.

I felt her place the tip of the vibrating dildo against my sphincter, and
she slowly but steadily pushed it into my ass. I let out a muffled cry
through my ball gag as the enormous head of the dildo penetrated my ass,
but the pain lessened a bit as its slightly narrower shaft slid in. She
buried its entire length into my rectum, and then she fastened the attached
harness around my waist and locked it in place. She then pulled a strap
between my legs, placed my throbbing cock through an O-ring attached to the
strap, and locked the strap to the harness around my waist.

Satisfied that it was securely locked in place, Katie pulled my panties
back up and allowed me to get up off of the bed. She quickly checked my
hard-on, and she noticed pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock. With a
wicked grin, she wiped it off with her finger and spread it onto my lips,
which where obscenely stretched around the ball gag. Sarah giggled at
this, commenting that she never realized how wonderful semen worked as
lip-gloss.

Katie then pulled down my petticoat to cover my erection, and she led me
back to the party. The sensations of the soft petticoat against my cock,
the pulsations of the vibrator attached to my cock, and now the pulsations
of the vibrator up my ass and stimulating my prostrate made my cock
literally ache, and I don't think I've ever been so hard in my entire life.

By now, the party was in full swing, and everyone was getting pretty takes
- everyone, that is, except me, because I still had the ball gag in my
mouth. At one point, Katie and Sarah went off to the ladies room, and
Katie handed my leash to a very takes Jake. Jake pulled me across the room
to his buddies - Austin and Tony - to show off the his new sissy. Before I
knew what was happening, they had ushered me off to an empty bedroom, and
as Tony closed the door, I knew I was in trouble.

Jake ordered me onto my knees. When I did not immediately comply, he gave
a fierce tug on my leash, powering me down. He then told me that I had a
pretty mouth, and he wanted to see my lips wrapped around his cock.
Warning me that I was not to make a sound, he removed my ball gag. With
his two buddies flanking me, and my ankles still hobred by the short chain
and my hands still locked behind my back, I was utterly trapped.

Jake unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi-erect cock. Even
semi-erect, it was enormous. He placed the tip of his cock against my
lips, and he ordered me to show me what a good cock- sucking sissy I was.
Seeing no escape, I opened my mouth and placed my pink lips around his
shaft, tasting another man's cock for the very first time. He ordered me
to work my tongue around his shaft, and I felt his cock swell up in my
mouth. As soon as he was fully erect, he ordered me to suck.

Horrified at the slurping and sucking sounds that I was sorry
making, I proceeded to give Jake a blow job. At one point, he grabbed my
head with both hands and essentially started to fuck my mouth. He pushed
his cock deeper and deeper into my throat, and I gagged several times
before I got my gag reflex under control. Eventually, Jake's was able to
shove his entire cock into my mouth without me gagging. Jake ordered me to
make sounds to show how much I was enjoying myself.

I sucked on his cock for a long time, and at one point, I felt his cock
twitch. Suddenly, cum flooded into my mouth. I had to swallow or fetish,
so I swallowed as much as I could. The rest leaked out of the corners of
my mouth and dribred down my chin. When he finally finished shooting his
load into my mouth, he ordered me to lick his cock clean.

Jake complimented me on my cock-sucking s*******s, and he told Austin and Tony
that they should see for themselves. I then proceeded to give the second
and third blow-jobs of my entire life. By the time I finished sucking them
off, cum coated my lips and covered my chin. Jake then reinserted the
ball-gag in my mouth and fastened it in place. With cum still on my lips
and face, he led me back out to the party.

Everyone was gathered around the big-screen TV, and to my utter horror, I
saw myself on the TV, with my lips wrapped around Jake's cock, sucking
away. Katie and Sarah noticed my arrival and started clapping, announcing
to everyone that the sissy cocksucker had returned.

I was led to a platform set up in the center of the room. Four manacles
were bolted to the platform, along with a rod that had a collar attached to
it that was between two of the manacles. Katie ordered me up onto the
platform, and my ankles and wrists were first released from the short
hobbling chains, and the re-locked into each manacle. Then my neck was
locked into the collar perched atop the metal bar, essentially locking me
into a doggie position.

Katie placed an adjustable dildo attachment onto the rod holding my collar,
removed my ball gag, and ordered me to open my mouth. She pushed the dildo
deep into my mouth and fastened it in place, preventing me from pushing it
out. The dildo was enormous, and my lips were stretched obscenely around
it's shaft. The dildo was hollow and had a tube attached to one end, which
in turn was attached to a funnel that was set up on a stand in front of me,
slightly above my head.

Katie then placed another rod onto the platform between my ankles. On top
of the rod was a box with another large dildo sticking straight out of it.
Katie pulled up my skirt and petticoat, unlocked and removed the vibrating
dildo from my ass, and proceeded to push the dildo attached to the rod into
my ass. I yelped in pain, but all that came out was a muffled squeal
because of the dildo in my mouth. Katie shoved it all the way in.

Katie then flipped a switch on the box, and to my horror, the dildo started
to thrust in and out of my ass - she had hooked me up to a fucking machine!
She fiddled with some adjustments to ensure that it would pull almost all
of the way out before plunging all of the way back in.

While my ass got reamed by the fucking machine, Katie had all remaining
guys at the party jerk off into the funnel. She clamped the hose attached
to the penis in my mouth shut while the funnel filled up. When everyone
was finished, Katie released the clamp, and semen started to flood into my
mouth. I had no choice but to swallow, and I must have swallowed a dozen
times before the funnel emptied into my mouth.

Katie then removed the penis from my mouth and ass and asked if there were
any takers for the real thing. Two guys immediately took up position in
front of me and behind me. The dildo up my ass was removed, and the guy
behind me unceremoniously thrust his cock deep into my ass while the guy in
front of me shoved his cock into my mouth. The proceeded to double-team me
for what seemed like hours until they both had cum inside of me. As soon
as they finished, two other guys took their place. This continued for at
least an hour, and by the time every guy in the room was spent, at least
ten of them had either fucked my ass or fucked my mouth.

They decided that I should give everyone a live performance, and after
releasing me from the manacles, Katie ordered me to kneel in the middle of
everyone. Katie removed my ball gag and asked for volunteers. Craig
stepped up, and Katie ordered me to beg Craig for the privilege of sucking
his cock. I was totally humiliated as I begged Craig to let me suck him
off. Katie finally relented, and I proceeded to suck Craig's cock as
everyone watched.

Katie and Sarah threw pointers at me, and I complied the best that I could.
After a while, Craig said that he was going to cum soon. Katie told him
that she wanted him to shoot his load into my open mouth, and she told me
not to swallow until instructed to do so. Craig then pulled out and shot
load after load of semen into my open mouth and onto my tongue.

With my mouth still open and full of semen, Katie announced that she
thought a circle jerk would be in order. Over the next hour, over 15 guys
jerked off into my mouth and onto my face. Katie never permitted me to
swallow as this was going on, and by the time they all finished, my mouth
was overflowing with semen. Katie then gave me permission to swallow, and
with a large gulp, the entire load of semen ended up in my belly.

My face was literally dripping with semen, and Katie allowed me to stand
up.
She then pulled up my petticoat and dress to expose my own cock, still
rock hard and throbbing.
She placed a bowl at the tip of my cock, and she started to stroke me.
After hours of having my prostrate stimulated by the vibrating dildo up my
ass, and after hours of having the tip of my cock stimulated by the bullet
vibrator, I was unavoidably close to orgasm, and it only took Katie
literally five strokes before I started to cum. My orgasm was intensified
exponentially by the involuntary contractions of my sphincter around the
vibrating dildo, and I could help but moan with the sheer ecstacy of it.

When I had finished shooting what I think was the largest load I had ever
shot into the bowl, Katie lifted it to my lips and ordered me to lick the
bowl clean. When I finished, she had me crawl on my hands and knees to
every guy at the party and permisterally thank them for all of the yummy cum
that they had permitted me to swallow.

I was then put back up on the pedestal, and I was again locked into place.
The fucking machine was set back up to fuck my ass, and a dildo was shoved
into my mouth. Katie set up a laptop so I could see what she was doing,
and to my horror, all of the events of the evening had been caught on tape.
She proceeded to edit the film, and then she posted it, along with several
hundred screen shots, to a sissy website. She used my real name on the
post, and wrote that anyone interested in fucking a true sissy should
contact her for an appointment.

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Employee's Retaliation


I knew I was a tough boss, and I could be a real ass-hole sometimes, so I
guess it shouldn't surprise me that one of my employees would be out to get
me. I just never saw it coming.

It all started when I called in sick one Thursday and, unbeknownst to me,
our network administrator allowed one of my employees, Katie, to use my PC
because her PC had crashed. Apparently, Katie discovered my stash of
hard-core porn files on my hard drive, all of which were primarily along
the lines of women being bound, gagged, humiliated, enslaved, double-
teamed, and being subjected to bukkake sessions. Additionally, Katie
apparently discovered several stories that I had written with similar
themes: bondage, offense, powerd bukkake sessions, etc. Katie was drop
dead gorgeous, and I fantasized about her constantly, so I had actually
used her as my "victim" in the vast majority of my stories. I now so
regret not protecting these files with any kind of passwords....

I returned to work on Friday, and Katie stopped in my office first thing.
She closed the door, sat down, and laid it all out for me. She had me
nailed and I knew it, but she ended up giving me a choice: she would either
take this up with my boss, have me fired, and sue my pants off for sexual
harassment, or I could keep my job, avoid the lawsuit, but agree to submit
to a punishment of her choosing. She then gave me exactly 60 seconds to
decide.

My mind raced. I needed this job and I was terrified of a lawsuit,
particularly after the vulgar divorce I had just gone through. I didn't
really see that I had a choice, so I agreed to do whatever she asked.

A wicked grin spread across her beautiful face. She abruptly got up and
told me to be at her house immediately after work. She also warned me that
she had told one other permister in the office what she had found, and if I
tried to do something stupid, or if I did not immediately obey her every
command, this other permister would follow through and rat me out. With that,
she informed me that she was leaving for the day to get ready for tonight,
and she walked out of my office.

The day seemed to go on forever, and I was sick with anxiety. I turned it
over and over in my head, and I really didn't see any way out of this. All
I could hope is that whatever punishment Katie had in mind wouldn't be too
harsh. Oh how naive I was....

I arrived at Katie's house after work, almost dizzy with dread. She opened
the door and told me to come in. As soon as the door closed behind me, she
ordered me to strip naked. I hesitated, honestly dumbfounded by the
request, and she immediately slapped me. She warned me that I was to obey
her every command, without a moment's hesitation, or else I would have to
suffer the consequences. She then repeated her order. I complied, placing
all of my clothes into a garbage bag that she held out for me. When I had
finished, she noted that I would not be needing male clothes anymore
because I was going to be her new sissy bitch, and she disappeared with
them. I could not really comprehend what she meant by "sissy bitch", but I
would find out soon enough.

Katie marched me up to her bathroom, and she handed me a little blue pill
and ordered me to take it. I started to ask what it was, but she slapped
me hard again and told me that was my very last warning - one more word out
of me, and all bets were off I would be fired and sued. I popped the
tablet, wondering what it would do to me.

Katie then ordered me into the tub, where I was subjected to a
freezing-cold shower. By the time she turned the water off, I was
shivering uncontrollably. She handed me a bottle of hair-removal cream and
ordered me to spread it over every inch of my body from the neck down. I
complied, spreading the foul-smelling pink cream all over myself, including
my crotch and up the crack of my ass. As the cream set in, she had me
shave the stubble from my face. After about fifteen minutes, she turned
the freezing shower back on, and I watched as all of the hair on my body
washed down the drain.

I emerged from the shower shivering, pink and hairless. Katie had me dry
myself off, and she handed me a bottle of floral-scented lotion, which she
had me rub into my hairless skin. Katie then ordered me to massage the
lotion into my crotch. Given the circumstances, I was surprised to find
myself responding to my own touch, and I was quickly semi-hard.

Katie then placed a locking leather sheath around my cock, complete with a
strap that wrapped under my balls. She mercilessly tightened the sheath
and locked it in place, ensuring I could not remove it unless I wanted to
rip my own balls off. Once in place, Katie ordered me to stroke the
exposed head of my cock, and I was soon rock hard. The tight sheath
pressed into me, and Katie commented that the Viagra I had just taken,
combined with the constriction of the sheath around my cock and balls,
assured that I would not be losing my erection any time in the near future.
She tied a pink ribbon just underneath the head of my cock and finished it
off with a large bow, commenting that I now had quite the sissy dick.

Katie then handed me a pair of pink satin panties covered with ruffles and
ordered me to put them on. I slid them up my legs and quickly discovered
that they were also crotchless, so when I pulled them all the way up, my
cock continued to protrude obscenely out in front of me.

Katie then produced a pair of large silicone breasts, complete with
realistic erect nipples. She sprayed adhesive to them and waited a few
minuted for the adhesive to set up. Then she ordered me to lift my hands
above my head, and she attached the large D-size breasts to my chest,
twisting each of them to ensure full adhesive contact. She had me hold
them in place while she plucked my eyebrows into a feminine arch. By the
time she finished plucking my eyebrows, my new breasts were securely
fastened to my chest, and I could tell that I would need some kind of
adhesive remover to get them off.

Katie then proceeded to give me a full pedicure, finishing off each nail
with several coats of pink polish and a top coat. She then gave me a full
manicure, attaching extensions to each of my fingernails and applying
several coats of the same pink polish to each nail, followed by a finishing
top coat.

While my nails dried, Katie gave me a full make-over, applying foundation,
blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, and mascara. She then applied a "plumping"
cream to my lips that made them tingle and burn to make them fuller, and
then she applied lip liner and glossy pink lipstick. She finished off my
face with an application of finishing powder.

Satisfied with my make-up and sure that my nails had dried, Katie handed me
a pair of thigh-high sheer pink stockings and ordered me to put them on,
warning me to be careful not to put a run in them. She then handed me a
pair of white baby-doll socks adorned with pink ruffles and ordered me to
put them on. Finally, she handed me a pair of pink Mary Jane pumps,
complete with three- inch heels.

She then had me stand up and raise my hands above my head again, and she
placed a pink satin corset around my waist. She ordered me to inhale while
she mercilessly laced it up tight. By the time she finished, the corset
probably reduced the size of my waist by a good four or five inches. She
then fastened six garters built into the corset to the tops of the my
stockings.

I was then ordered to put on a short pleated miniskirt with a pink, black
and white plaid pattern. Then she handed me a fuzzy pink angora
turtleneck, which I carefully slipped over my head. The collar on the
turtleneck was enormous and must have been at least five or six inches
folded over.

Katie sat me down and proceeded to cut, curl and style my long blond hair.
She finished off my hair by fastening a large plaid bow that matched my
skirt to the crown of my head. Then, to my horror, Katie produced an
ear-piercing gun and proceeded to pierce both of my ears twice, but instead
of leaving the studs in place, she inserted heart-shaped studs into each
upper piercing, and she inserted long dangling earrings with matching pink
hearts to each lower piercing.

Katie had me get up, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The
transformation was stunning, and although my facial features were a bit on
the masculine side, I could have probably passed as a woman (albeit a woman
in a very girlish skirt and turtleneck), even from a short distance.

Katie locked a pair of manacles, attached by a short chain, around my
ankles, effectively hobbling me. She then pulled my arms behind my back
and fastened a pair of handcuffs around my wrist. She ordered me to open
wide, and she inserted a ball gag in my mouth, fastening it tightly in
place. She then locked a collar around my neck and fastened a short leash
to it. My cock continued to jut out obscenely from my crotchless panties,
and the short miniskirt was not long enough to hide it.

Satisfied with my new look, Katie unceremoniously led me by the leash down
to her living room. As soon as she led me into the living room, I was
stunned and horrified to see four guys sitting around. Katie introduced me
as her new sissy slave and announced that I would be serving them for the
evening. All four guys simply leered at me, and I thought that I would
pass out from the fear that I felt gnawing inside of me. I briefly though
about running, but being bound, gagged and hobred, I knew that escape
would be next to impossible.

Katie asked the men - Jake, Adrian, Michael and Craig - who wanted to go
first. All of them volunteered, and Katie told Jake that he could take the
honors.

Jake stood up and Katie passed the leash to him. While Katie retrieved a
camcorder, Jake walked all the way around me and nodded with approval at
Katie. Katie shot me a wicked smile and hit the record button on the
camcorder. At the same time, Jake suddenly gave a hard yank on my leash,
powering me to my knees. He removed the gag from my mouth, unzipped his
pants and pulled out his semi-hard cock. He stepped over the leash so that
it was between his legs, and then he pulled on it, powering my face within a
few inches of his crotch. He then grabbed his cock with his free hand and
placed it against my lips. It was oozing pre-cum, and he rubbed it back
and forth across my swollen pink lips. He commented how pretty my mouth
was, and after coating my lips with his pre-cum, he ordered me to lick my
lips seductively.
I was utterly helpless, and I saw no way out of it, so I did as he
instructed. His pre-cum tasted slightly salty as I licked it from my lips.

He then ordered me to lick his cock like an ice cream cone. I slid my
tongue up and down his shaft until he became rock-hard. His cock glistened
with my saliva, and he ordered me to beg him to suck his cock. I spent the
next five minuted pleading with Jake to be allowed to give him a blow-job,
and I was powerd to explain in graphic detail why I wanted to suck his cock
so badly. I basically had to admit that I was a sissy cocksucker who
craved having a cock in my mouth and loved the taste of cum. Only then did
he "allow" me to suck him off.

I took his cock into my mouth and proceeded to give my very first blow-job.
I was utterly humiliated: not only by the fact that I was dressed as a
woman, on my knees with my own erection sticking straight out, giving head
to a stranger, being watched by four others, and being filmed while I
sucked to boot - but doubly so by the unavoidable sucking and slurping
sounds I was making as I sucked him off. It just got worse when Katie
ordered me to make sounds demonstrating how much I enjoyed having a real
cock in my sissy mouth.

I sucked for a few minutes, and he ordered me to deep-throat him. I gagged
repeatedly as I took him further and further into my mouth, but I was
eventually able to get my gag reflex under control, and I was able to take
his entire cock into my mouth.

I deep-throated him for a few more minutes, and I felt his cock twitch.
Suddenly, and without warning, he started to cum in my mouth. He still had
a tight hold on my leash, and I was unable to pull back as he shot load
after load of hot semen into my mouth. I had to either swallow or fetish,
so I swallowed what I could. The rest leaked out of the corners of my
mouth and dribred down my chin. When he finally finished shooting his
load into my mouth, he ordered me to lick his cock clean. By the time I
finished doing that, my lips and chin were covered with his spunk.

As soon as I finished blowing him, Katie ordered me to thank Jake for the
yummy treat. She then told Adrian that it was his turn. Adrian took
Jake's place, pulled out his cock, and ordered me to lick him until he was
hard. However, as soon as his enormous cock became fully erect, he pulled
back. Katie unlocked the cuffs around my wrists, ordered me onto my hands
and knees, and she lifted my skirt and petticoat and lowered my panties,
exposing my ass. She then ordered me to beg Adrian to fuck my ass. I
again spent the next five minuted pleading with Adrian, only this time to
be fucked like a girl. I was powerd to explain in graphic detail why I
wanted his cock up my ass so badly, and this time I had to admit that I was
a sissy slut who loved to get fucked by a real man. Only then did Adrian
agree me fuck me.

Adrian coated his cock with KY jelly and ordered me to spread my ass-cheeks
apart with my hands to expose my cute little butt-hole for him. I did as I
was told, and Adrian slid his cock between my ass cheeks, and placed the
tip of his cock against my sphincter. He grabbed my hips and slowly
started to push into me. I gave out a little cry as he worked the head of
his cock into my virgin ass, and I thought that I would literally split in
two. The pain mercifully lessened a bit as he slid the slightly narrower
shaft of his cock into my ass. Soon, his cock was completely in me, and I
felt his balls resting against the cheeks of my ass. He then started to
fuck me. He started off slow, but quickly picked up speed. Soon, he was
fucking my ass hard, and I could feel his balls slapping into my ass as he
slammed into me. He fucked me hard for what seemed like hours, but was
probably only minutes, and he finally let out a moan. I could not actually
feel him cum inside of my ass, but when he finally pulled out of my ass, I
could feel his semen leaking out of my ass and dribble down my thighs.

As soon as he finished, Katie ordered me to thank him for the lovely
fucking. She then told Michael and Craig that it was their turn. They
both stood in front of me, and they had me lick both of them until they
were fully erect. I was then powerd to beg them to double-team me. Again,
after about five minutes of pleading, they acquiesced. Michael stood in
front of me while Craig took up position behind me. Craig quickly shoved
his cock into my ass while Michael shoved his cock into my mouth. The
proceeded to double-team me over the next half-hour.

Craig came first, but kept his cock buried up my ass until Michael
finished.
I eventually felt Michael's cock twitch, but instead of cumming in my
mouth, he pulled out, ordered me to open wide, and shot his load into my
open mouth. Katie ordered me not to swallow until I was given permission
to, and his semen coated my lips and tongue. When he finally finished
cumming, Katie zeroed in for a close-up, and she ordered me to swallow but
to keep my mouth open. With an enormous gulp, I swallowed down the semen
in my mouth. Katie then ordered me to thank Craig and Michael for the
wonderful double-teaming.

Katie whispered something to Jake, and he disappeared for a moment and
returned with a large dildo attached to a harness. Katie inserted the
dildo into my ass, locked the harness around my waist, and slid an attached
strap between my legs. She placed my still-erect cock through an attached
O-ring on the strap and locked the strap to the harness around my waist,
effectively locking the dildo in my ass. She then turned the dildo on,
causing it to vibrate.

Katie then pulled up my panties and lowered my skirt and petticoat. She
ordered me back on my knees, and she locked my wrists behind my back again.
This time, she also locked my handcuffs to the manacles around my ankles,
preventing me from even getting up. Finally, Katie produced another
penis-shaped dildo, told me to open wide, and she popped it into my mouth.
She warned me that I had best not spit it out.

Katie then placed a small pedestal in front of me, just a little shorter
than my chin, and she placed a large glass bowl on the pedestal. She set
up the camcorder on a tripod off to one side of me, hit the record button,
and then explained the rules for the night. She was going to throw her
very first bukkake party this evening, and I would of course be the guest
of honor. Each guest would be required to jerk off into my mouth, and I
would happily open my mouth to receive their gift. I would not be
permitted to swallow; rather, I was to simply hold each "gift" in my mouth
until they had finished, and then I was to carefully deposit the gift into
the bowl by letting it dribble out of my mouth and down my chin. Then,
when all of the guests had finished, I would have the honor of takeing it
all down.

Over the course of the next two hours, the dildo in my mouth was removed as
over 30 guys jerked off into my mouth, some of them more than once. I had
to thank each one of them when they finished. By the time they all had
taken their turn, cum was splattered all over my face, my lips and chin
were completely coated, and the glass bowl was almost full of semen.

Katie then unlocked my wrists and I was ordered to jerk myself off into the
bowl. After several hours of having the vibrating dildo up my ass
stimulating my prostrate, combined with the Viagra and the constriction of
the rings around my cock, it only took a few strokes. I was utterly
humiliated as I had perhaps the most intense orgasm of my life, intensified
by the involuntary constriction of my sphincter around the dildo. I even
sorry let out moans of pure pleasure as my orgasm washed over me.

As soon as I finished cumming, I was ordered to pick up the semen-filled
bowl. I then had to beg Katie for the honor of takeing down the yummy
gifts that had been given to me. After several minutes of begging and
describing how much I wanted to take it all up, she relented and told me
to take up. She warned me not to spill a precious drop, and to be sure
that licked the bowl completely clean.

I lifted the bowl to my lips, tilted my head back, and began to take.
Having hot cum shot into my mouth was bad enough, but having to take down
cold and congealed semen was the worst thing I've ever had to do. I tried
to block it all out as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful. The worst part
was probably the last part, as I had to lick the bowl clean. Katie then
had me look directly into the camera and admit how much I loved the taste
of cum, and how this was the best experience I've ever had.

And that was how my life as Katie's sissy slave started....

* * *

After the vulgar weekend, Katie informed me that I was no longer allowed to
pick out my own clothes, either at home or for work. At home, I was to be
dressed as a sissy at all times, and I would never be allowed to wear guys
clothes. For work, I would have to wear stockings, panties, the waist
cincher and a bra, but I would be permitted to forgo the silicone breasts.
For the first day back to work, Katie laid out my outfit for me: light blue
corduroy pants, pink cable-knit knee socks, tasseled loafers that clearly
showed off my pink socks, and a pink cable-knit turtleneck sweater. I was
utterly humiliated to go to work dressed like this. To add insult to
injury, Katie spread a rumor around at work that I was gay and was finally
coming out of the closet.

Around lunch, Katie stopped in and ordered me to allow her to use my PC.
She would not allow me to look at what she was doing until she stopped
typing. She had drafted an e-mail to my boss, from my e-mail account,
explaining that I had been going through counseling for many years and had
decided to go through gender reassignment surgery. As part of the therapy,
and as a condition to the surgery, I was required to live as a woman for
six months. She wrote that I would love to continue working here, but
given the transition, I would prefer to step down as a supervisor and
instead work as more of a secretary, with of course an appropriate
reduction in my salary. She had me recommending her as my replacement, and
I could be her secretary. She noted that I would of course understand if I
needed to simply resign, but I thought that I could be a wonderful and
productive secretary for Katie. Finally, she asked if I could be referred
to under my new feminine name, Holly.

I pleaded with Katie not to send the e-mail, but with another wicked grin,
she hit the send button. Within minutes, my boss was in my office with
Katie assessing the situation.
I had to go along with Katie or else suffer her wrath, so I spent the
next hour explaining how I was a woman trapped in a man's body. At one
point I even broke down in tears. My boss thought it was because I was so
distraught over being trapped in a man's body, but it actually was because
I was so distraught over this turn of events.

After an hour, my boss agreed to my recommendations. Effective
immediately, Katie would take my position and I would become her secretary,
and I would be allowed to dress as a woman full- time. My boss said that
he would send out a company-wide e-mail regarding these changes, and if I
ever ran into discrimination or hostility, I could count on him to be
supportive of my gender reassignment.

From that day forward, I became Holly, Katie's secretary. I was only
permitted to wear skirts, dresses, heels and other feminine clothing to
work, and I essentially became a woman. Katie even started giving me
hormone shots, and I was mortified as I started to develop tiny breasts.
After three months, Katie scheduled an appointment for me with a plastic
surgeon friend of hers. The doctor apparently knew I was under Katie's
control, and Katie detailed all of the procedures I was to go through.
Over the course of the next several months, I had breast implants, facial
feminization surgery, vocal cord surgery to raise the pitch of my voice, my
adam's apple was shaved down, and I had laser treatments to remove my body
hair. Also, the hormones had essentially reduced the size of my balls to
smaller than a peanut, so the surgeon removed my scrotum in another
procedure. It was only after that surgery did I learn that Katie had given
the authorization to castrate me, so my balls had been removed, too.
Apparently the hormone shots that Katie gave me still contained enough
testosterone to allow me to get an erection, and that was really the only
male piece of me left.

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Katie and I decided to go to San Diego on our honeymoon, and on a whim,
Katie decided that she wanted to see Tijuana. Katie was a bit on the
adventuresome side, and she had heard about a fabulous sex shop there, and
she wanted to go buy some fun stuff. I happily agreed to go, not knowing
what was to become of me.

Our border crossing was uneventful, and we caught a cab. Katie gave the
driver the address for the shop, and after a crazy 30-minute ride through
the back streets of Tijuana, we arrived at our destination. I asked Katie
if she was sure we had the right address, because nothing was marked. She
told me that she was sure, and she had also heard that the shop was pretty
exclusive and didn't really market to the general public.

Katie walked up to the door, and there was a small sign written in Spanish.
I couldn't read or speak Spanish, but Katie could, and her eyes lit up when
she read it - we apparently had found the shop. Katie walked in, and I
followed behind her.

The shop apparently catered to the BDSM crowd, as the predominant theme was
bondage. We browsed around for a while, and Katie had a brief conversation
with the bored looking man behind the counter. I couldn't understand what
he said, but he nodded his head and pointed to a door near the back of the
store. Katie whispered in my ear that we had permission to see their
"special" selection, and she ushered me to the back door.

It was pretty dark in the room, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust.
Just as things came into focus, I heard the door slam behind us, making us
both jump. We spun around, and an Mexican guy built like a linebacker was
blocking the door and staring at us with an evil grin. Suddenly, we were
both grabbed from behind, and before I knew what was happening, we were
both powerd into two chairs and securely bound and gagged. We both
struggled to get free, but to no avail. I tried to call out, but all that
came out through the gag in my mouth was a muffled croak.

The guy built like a linebacker stood in front of us and simply stared us
up and down for several minutes. Finally, in broken English, he spoke
directly to me. He informed me that I had a choice: either I could watch
as they did unspeakable things to Katie, or I could stand in her place and
she would remain untouched and unharmed. He told me that I had exactly ten
seconds to make my decision, or it would be made for me. He told me to nod
my head if I wanted to take Katie's place.

I looked at Katie, and she was utterly terrified. I had always said that I
would do anything to protect her, and I quickly made my decision. I nodded
my head.

A wicked grin spread across the man's face, and he brought his face to
within inches of mine. He explained that I had better to exactly what I
was told, or else all bets were off and Katie would be fair game. He asked
if I understood and agreed, and I again nodded my head. Then he said
something that caught me off-guard: he said "That's a good little bitch".
I was then untied, and the gag was removed from my mouth.

He ushered me out of the room, and my ordeal began. I was ordered to strip
naked, and all of my clothes were taken away. I was then ordered into a
shower, and my wrists were locked onto a chain hanging above my head. Two
women came in and proceeded to shave every inch of my body from the neck
down, and my face was shaved clean. I was then dried off, and while one
woman glued D-cup sized silicone breasts to my chest - complete with erect
nipples - the other proceeded to pluck my eyebrows.

My wrists were then released from the chain. I was ordered out of the
shower, and a floral- scented cream was applied to my hairless body. Then
a pair of ruffled pink crotchless panties were handed to me. I put them
on, and I was told to pull my penis and balls through a hole just above the
split of the crotch. Then a pink satin corset was placed around my waist.
I raised my hands above my head, and per the girl's instructions, I inhaled
as they mercilessly tightened the garment. By the time they finished, the
corset reduced my waist by at least five inches.

I was then ordered to sit down while one girl gave me a complete pedicure,
finishing off each nail with several coats of pink polish and a top coat.
Meanwhile, the other girl gave me a complete manicure, attaching long
extensions to each nail and finishing them off with several coats of the
same pink polish and a top coat. While my nails dried, one woman moved to
my face, giving me a complete make-over: foundation, blush, eyeliner, eye
shadow, mascara, lip liner, glossy pink lipstick, and finishing powder.
The other girl proceeded to pierce each of my ears twice, placing pink
heart-shaped studs in each upper piercing and large pink hoops in each
lower piercing.

By the time they finished, my nails were dry, and I was ordered to put on a
pair of sheer stockings, each of which was fastened to my corset with three
garters. I was then ordered to put on a pair of white anklets adorned with
pink lace ruffles and a pink ribbon bow, and a pair of pink mary-janes with
three-inch heels. Then I had to put on an enormous white petticoat,
followed with what can only be described as a sissy dress. The dress was
made of pink and white sparkly satin and was adorned with short puffy
sleeves, lots of pink and white lace, and pink bows down the front. A
white sash with a large bow was secured around my waist.

I was then ordered to sit down again, and one of the girls cut, curled and
styled my long hair, finishing it off with a large sparkly pink bow that
matched the satin on my dress.

I was then told to stand up, and something even more unexpected happened.
One of the girls dropped to her knees, lifted up my dress and petticoat,
and proceeded to suck on my cock. Even though I was in an utterly
humiliating and frightening position, my cock betrayed me and sprang to
life. When I had become semi-hard, the woman placed seven progressively
smaller metal O- rings, attached by a strip of leather, around my cock.
The largest ring was placed at the base of my shaft, and my balls were
pulled through the ring. My cock was placed through the remaining six
rings, and then the woman continued to lick my cock through the rings. In
no time, I was rock hard, and the rings pressed uncomfortably into my cock.
I knew from experience that, until I ejaculated, the rings would
essentially prevent me from losing my hard-on.

A pink leather collar was then locked around my neck, and my dress and
petticoat were secured by safety pins to the sash around may waist, thereby
ensuring that my engorged and encased cock would stick straight out,
exposed for all to see. Then a short pink leash was clipped to the last
ring encircling my cock, and I was led back into the room where we were
first bound and gagged.

Katie was still bound and gagged, but otherwise she looked unharmed. When
she first saw me being led in, I could tell she didn't recognize me from
the confused look on her face, but then her eyes widened and she powerd out
a muffled gasp through her gag when she realized it was me.

I was led over to the linebacker, and I felt sick to my stomach as he
leered at me. I thought I would literally throw up when he said, "You got
a such a pretty, fuckable mouth, bitch. Now get on your knees." He also
warned Katie not to close her eyes, because he wanted her to see just what
a willing sissy bitch I had so readily agreed to become.

I knelt in front of him, and I could see Katie out of the corner of my eye.
She had a full view of me kneeling in front of the linebacker, and my face
turned beet red with the offense of it all. I knew that she was going
to watch me suck on a guy's cock, all the while dressed like a sissy with a
raging hard-on sticking out from under my dress and petticoat.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Even semi-hard, it was
enormous. He placed it right at my glossy pink lips and ordered me to take
him into my mouth. I opened my mouth and tasted cock for the very first
time. The scent of his manhood filled my nostrils as his cock filled my
mouth. Because he was only semi-hard, I was able to take his entire cock
into my mouth, and my bottom lip pressed into his large balls. He ordered
me to slide my tongue around his cock, and I felt his cock grow bigger and
bigger in my mouth. He grabbed my head, preventing me from pulling back as
his manhood filled my mouth and pushed back into my throat. It hit my gag
reflex, and it was all I could do not to fetish, but he maintained a firm
grip on my head, preventing be from pulling back. I finally got my gag
reflect under control, and his rock-hard cock was completely buried in my
mouth.

He then ordered me to look up into his eyes, and he ordered me to suck,
warning me that I was expected to take him all the way into my mouth with
each return stroke. Seeing no way out, I started to suck his cock. I was
horrified at the slurping and sucking noises that I was sorry
making, and I still had to fight with my gag reflex as I essentially
deep-throated him.

At one point, he ordered me to voice my pleasure with sucking his dick, so
I started making appropriate sounds of pleasure. Soon thereafter, he
grabbed my head with both hands and essentially started fucking my mouth.
He slammed his cock into my mouth at an ever-escalating pace until I heard
him moan and I felt his cock tense up in my mouth. Suddenly, his cum
flooded into my mouth, and I tasted cum for the very first time. It was
hot and slightly salty, and I had to either swallow or fetish. I swallowed
what I could, and the rest leaked out of the corner of my mouth and
dribred down my chin.

He finally finished shooting his load into my mouth, and he pulled out of
my mouth. He then made me lick his cock clean. By the time I finished, my
lips and chin were coated with his semen.

The linebacker said something in Spanish, and another man entered the room.
He was naked and already had an erection. The linebacker ordered me to
turn and face Katie and get down on all fours. I started to cry when the
naked guy took up position behind me and lifted my skirt and petticoat,
exposing my ass through the crotchless panties. The linebacker teased me
for crying like such a girl, and then he ordered me to look Katie in the
eye while I begged the man behind me to fuck me like the sissy bitch I was.

I was utterly humiliated - facing Katie on all fours, dressed like a sissy
with a raging hard-on, with semen covering my lips and chin, and begging
the guy behind me to fuck my ass. The linebacker warned me that I had
better voice my total pleasure at being fucked like a girl, and he
apparently gave the guy behind me the OK to proceed.

I felt him place the tip of his mercifully lubricated cock against my
sphincter, and the linebacker ordered me to do the rest. I pushed
backwards while his cockhead spread my sphincter to what felt like the
breaking point. The pain was excruciating, and I thought I would literally
split in two. Mercifully, the pain lessened a bit after his cockhead
popped into my ass and I slid the slightly narrower shaft of his cock into
me. I pushed back until I felt his balls resting against the cheeks of my
ass, taking his entire cock into my ass.

Over the course of the next 15 minutes, my ass was fucked hard. I moaned
with faux pleasure as my ass got reamed, all the while looking into Katie's
eyes. He finally came deep in my ass, and although I could not feel him
ejaculate inside of me, I could feel his semen leak out of my ass when he
pulled out, and it dribred down my thighs.

As soon as he pulled out of my ass, I was ordered to turn ninety degrees
away from Katie and remain on all fours. Two more naked guys walked in,
and one took up position in front of me, and another behind me. I was then
ordered to beg them to double-team me. After about five minutes of
begging, one guy fucked my ass as I sucked the other guy off. The guy
fucking my ass came first, and the guy I was sucking off came shortly
thereafter, flooding my mouth with cum for a second time. I swallowed the
first shot, but he then pulled out and came over my face.

My ordeal was far from over. After being double-teamed, I was allowed to
get back on my knees, and the linebacker handed me a glass bowl. He told
me that I was going to have my very first bukkake session, and I was
ordered to keep my mouth open and not swallow, and as my mouth filled with
cum, I was to let it dribble down my chin and drip into the bowl.

Over the course of the next hour, over 30 guys jerked off into my open
mouth. After the third guy, my mouth was full of semen, and the bowl
quickly started to fill up. By the time they all finished, the bowl was
half-full of semen. I was then ordered to lift the bowl to my lips and
take it all down. The cold and slimy semen was utterly revolting, but I
managed to fetish most of it down, with the rest cascading down my chin.

I was then allowed to get up, and I was ordered to get up onto what looked
like an obstetrician's chair. I put my legs in the stirrups, and
linebacker proceeded to securely bound my ankles and knees to the stirrups.
Then my chest was securely tied down, along with my wrists and arms. By
the time he finished, I was completely immobilized with my legs spread wide
apart, and to top it all off, he inserted a ball gag into my mouth.

He then walked over to Katie, removed her ball gag and untied her. I was
stunned as she leisurely stretched out and gave the linebacker an enormous
hug and a deep kiss on the lips. I was even more dumbfounded as she
sauntered over to me and proceeded to explain what had just happened.

Apparently, her marriage to me was just a sham. She an her linebacker
friend (apparently named Jos‚) had targeted me for my money, and now that
we were married, if I were to suddenly die, she would have the rights to my
sizeable estate, along with the proceeds from a healthy life insurance
policy. The didn't want to ******* me outright, and her friend had other
friends willing to purchase a castrated sissy slave, so that is what they
intended to do with me. Friends at the Mexican State Police would sign off
on a death certificate for me, noting the cause of death as virtual
incineration in a fiery car crash.

So... she had set me up and had arranged way in advance my powerd
feminization and ****. Now all that was left was one final act. Jos‚
pulled up a tray than contained several medical implements, including a
cauterizing scalpel, a pair of tiny medical-grade scissors, and some
sutures.

Even through all of the offense and terror, I still had a raging
hard-on, and Katie carefully pulled it straight up to expose my scrotum.
Katie swabbed my scrotum with antiseptic, pulled out a syringe and
unceremoniously gave me several injections right in my balls. The entire
area immediately became numb.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I tried to beg her not to do what she
was about to do, but to no avail, and all that came out through the gag in
my mouth was muffled and unintelligible. I watched in horror as Jos‚ moved
in with the cauterizing scalpel and sliced my scrotum from the base of my
cock all the way down to my perineum. He reached into my open scrotum and
pulled my testicles out. I felt nothing except a slight tug as he laid my
exposed testicles in his hand.

Katie then took the scissors, opened them up, and placed them against the
cords attaching my testicles to my body. I was shaking with fear, but I
was tied so tight, I could not move an inch.

Then, instead of snipping the cords, Katie took her other hand and
proceeded to stroke my still- erect cock through the tight metal bands
encircling it. She informed me that she would not perform the final snip
until I ejaculated one last time. I knew that, after several hours be
being encased in the rings, I was dangerously close to shooting my load
without any intervention at all, and with her gently stroking my cock, I
simply knew I could not hold back. No matter how hard I tried, I felt my
orgasm building. Then, without warning, Jos‚ inserted a large vibrating
dildo into my ass. As soon as the vibrations hit my prostrate, I passed
the point of no return.

My orgasm shook me to my core, and from the angle in which Katie was
stroking my cock, my ejaculation was so strong that it shot all the way up
and hit me in my own face. My cock shot three tremendous streams of semen
up onto my face, and after the third shot, Katie severed my testicles from
my body.

I squealed in ecstacy and anguish as Katie placed my severed testicles into
a little jar and sealed the cap. Jos‚ then went to work removing my
now-empty scrotum and then suturing up the wound.

Katie then pulled out another syringe and gave me an injection in my arm.
As I started to black out, she informed me that I had yet more surgery
scheduled for today, including D-sized breast implants and facial
feminization surgery. She gave me a kiss on my forehead and told me to
enjoy my new life as a castrated sissy slave in Mexico.

The next three months or so passed by in a haze as I had one procedure
after another done on me. True to Katie's word, I did in fact have breast
implants and facial feminization surgery the night of my castration. I
also had implants in my hips and butt to add to my curvature. My body
ached from the D-sized breast implants and the hip and butt implants, and
for the first couple of weeks, my face was a mess. They raised my brow
line and shaved off some of my brow, shaved my jaw line to make it smaller,
shaved my adam's apple, gave me a nose-job, gave me cheek and chin
implants, and tightened my vocal cords to soften my voice. I was also
informed that they had implanted a tiny GPS device inside of me, making
escape impossible because they would always know where to find me.

As I recuperated, I was subjected to daily hormone shots. The shots were
primarily made up of estrogen, but they also contained some testosterone,
which apparently still enared me to become erect. I also went through
round after round of laser hair removal over my entire body, essentially
eliminating my body and facial hair. I had permanent eye liner tattooed on
my eyes, and on a whim, they tattooed the word "sissy" on my penis at the
same time. I cried hard over that one. I also had my nipples pierced, and
the underside of the tip of my cock was pierced and a permanent ring was
fastened through the piercing (thereby allowing them to lead me around by a
leash attached to the ring through my cock).

I was put on a strict diet and exercise plan, and my waist shrank
dramatically. At the end of my recuperation, I was down to wearing a size
four dress. I was taught how to act, dress, walk, talk, put on make-up,
and fix my hair like a woman, and the only reading I was allowed to do was
women's magazines like Allure, Lucky, Glamour, etc.... I was never allowed
to wear pants, shorts or flats, and my new wardrobe consisted exclusively
of skirts, dresses, feminine blouses and sweaters, teddies and nightgowns,
lots of lingerie, heels and sexy boots, and even a maid's dress.

After I had healed enough from my original surgery, I was subjected to
daily lesmisters on how to have sex like a girl. I had lesmisters on how to give
head like a pro and was taught various positions to allow easy access to my
ass. Each day, I had to blow at least one guy and get fucked up the ass by
at least one guy, and I also had to practice on myself with dildos. At the
end of the three months, I had been fucked more times than I could count,
and I had long since gotten used to the taste of cum, as it was a daily
part of my new diet.

Surprisingly, I could still masturbate and even ejaculate (although it of
course totally lacked any sperm because I had no testicles); however, I was
not permitted to do so unless I had in my mouth and in my ass either a real
cock or a dildo, or some combination thereof. Also, once I ejaculated, I
had to lick it all up to clean up after myself. A slight variant on this
happened when they taught me how to suck myself off. Yoga was a daily part
of my exercise routine, and I had become limber enough to actually reach my
cock with my mouth. So, as long as I had either a real cock up my ass or a
dildo in my ass, I was permitted to suck myself off whenever I wanted to
(or whenever I was ordered to, as the case may be).

After three months, my transformation was stunning, and I don't believe
anyone who had known me before my enslavement could even recognize me. I
had been transformed into a drop-dead gorgeous woman, with the only
giveaway being my still-intact penis. It was then that I went up for
auction.

On the day of the auction, I wore sheer black stockings attached to a red
garter belt, five-inch fuck-me heels, red crotchless panties, and a red
bustier that lifted my new breasts. I was given viagra to ensure I could
maintain my erection, and a chain attached to each of my nipple rings
extended down and was fastened to my cock ring, keeping my erection exposed
and also exposing my utter lack of testicles or a scrotum. Manacles were
locked around my ankles and fastened together with a short chain,
effectively hobbling me, and my wrists were handcuffed behind me. Finally,
a locking collar was placed around my neck, and I was led out into the
auction hall.

All of the bidders were permitted to inspect me beforehand, and as part of
the inspection process, I had to give each of them a blow-job without using
my hands (which were uselessly cuffed behind my back anyway). There were
nine bidders present, and by the time I finished sucking them all off, my
jaw ached miserably.

Bidding started out at ten thousand dollars, and the winning bidder ended
up paying a little more than $75,000 for me. All of my bags were packed,
and the winning bidder led me away. My new owner ended up being a producer
of fetish porn, and I became one of his centerpieces for his she-male
productions.

I'm still blown away how, in a three-month span, I could go from being a
newly-married heterosexual male to being a she-male porn star, but I guess
I never really had a choice in the matter. Katie did come to visit me once
and watched as I got double-teamed for one of my films, and she just
laughed and laughed. By selling me into sexual slavery, she became quite a
wealthy woman, and after that one visit, I never saw her again.

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Can you imagine coming home from work one evening and finding
someone sitting in your living room waiting for you? Well, that's what
happened to me yesterday.
I own my home which is located on a quiet street. My backyard has a
deck, a small swimming pool and a little herb and flower garden. I live
high up overlooking a canyon and although the house is not a mansion it had
a couple of great features. First, the view is awesome and second, the
house is situated quite privately. The house is lower then the street (this
happens depending which side of a mountain road you house is on) so the
wall at the street side of my property completely secludes my small
house. Also, I can't see the houses next to me and likewise they can't see
my house since I'm on a little jut (plateau) on the mountain. Anyone above
me can see my roof but neither my pool nor deck area.
The climate is desert warm all year round with plenty of warm,
wonderful sun. You may think you've guessed where I live but I am not
giving you anymore geographical information. Although, I'm writing this
blog since it's a part of the deal I made yesterday.
Well, back to yesterday when I came home and found an uninvited
guest in my living room. He's a big man compared to me and I'm not
small. Actually I'm 5'7" and weigh 155 lbs. so he must have been 6'2" and
over 230 lbs.
As soon as I turned the lights on in the living room he was sitting
there. Obviously I was shocked and of course a bit nervous since I don't
have a gun. Also I was unprepared for an intruder and therefore only became
aware of him when I turned on the lights. The mail I was carrying was not
much of a weapon.
"Don't be afraid Michael," he said.
Standing there like a deer in the headlights I was about to tell
him I was going to call the police. But he continued talking before I got a
word out.
"Michael, you don?t want to call the police or anyone else
especially after you embezzled those funds last month from your company. I
know how you sent them to an intermediary and then electronically forwarded
them on to your account at the Valley Bank," he continued. His voice was
strong he didn't raise it. He just talked matter-of-fact.
Well, that stopped me right there. Now I didn't know who he was but
he sure knew about my 'perfect' caper a month ago. I had managed to have
accomplished something that I saw in an old movie but this I had updated to
the current world of electronics. It was fool proof. Or so I believed until
now.
I don't work for a bank and I won't say whom I work for. However my
company does have numerous on-line customers. My job was updating virus
protection for our customers who paid their bill electronically. I managed
to slip a little applet into my updated software which went to our nearly
two million customers which would siphon off some change from each one I
selected.
This applet only sent to customers who had decided both to auto-pay
and also had declined receiving paper statements. But we have enough
customers electing these two processes so by the end of the first month
(about a week ago) I had a wonderful supplemental income. Since I haven't
turned the program off I will not elaborate.
"So, as I'm sure you are aware you've committed several Federal and
local crimes which added up would probably mean a sentence you may complete
by the time most people are thinking retirement," this man said with softly
with a sardonic smile.
I'm 38 years old, divorced and never had youngren. I had done the
math before and knew he was talking at least17 years before I would be
eligible for parole if I was convicted. I wondered if he was with the FBI
or the DA's office. But, I also thought he hadn't shown me any
identification so I asserted myself with a, "Just who the hell are you?"
"Michael," he said softly as he put a manila folder down on the
table, "This is a copy of the proof of your crime and definitely
incriminates you. Sit down and listen to my proposal or you can call the
police. I don't care which but I think you will care more about listening
to me then facing incarceration. Your choice Michael, what will it be?"
I sat down, with a heavy sigh, feeling quite upset over the
circumstances and listened to his proposal.
He said, "I'll live here until I want to move. You will do anything
and everything I ask of you. And I mean anything and everything or else
this file will be sent to the FBI. All I'll say is this file will be sent
if you try to harm me. And if you even try to hold me captive it would be
less than 24 hours before the FBI came to arrest you for both the
embezzlement and *******ping. Oh, and if you think you can ******* me, don't;
since that would add *** to your crimes and you would spend life in a
state penitentiary which in this state is considered awful. And if your
life sentence ever came to an end due to probation or any other
circumstance you would have to fulfill the Federal sentence which I am
quite sure would run consecutively. So, shall I continue?"
Well, that was pretty much that. Whatever he was offering was much
better than the alternatives.
"Yes," I said with a resigned breath.
"Good," he continued, "You will come home from work everyday. You
will not talk about this with anyone except for a blog you will write on
your word processor when I tell you to. I'll read your blog and I will
censor what I want. I will upload the finished blog to a site I've
chosen. You're details will be thorough and explicit and you will only
refer to me as 'he' or 'Mr. Smith.' However I expect great details in all
other matters including any physical and emotional observations you may
have. Any questions," he asked in that soft matter-of-fact tone?
Well of course I had questions but each one I asked he said the
answer was not my business. The only answer I should need is to absolutely
obey him without question when he told me to do something. However he
mentioned I could write anything and everything I wanted in this blog. I
could curse him, hate him, wish for something else but only in the blog and
it would be edited. Finally my last question was, "What do you plan to have
me do?"
"Michael, that's a good question and you will find out a little
immediately. Meanwhile, your first blog will be due tomorrow night at
10pm. But remember, do not decline what I ask. I want to make it clear your
duty is simply to obey me," he answered. Not once did he raise his voice
but he did speak to me in a dominating fashion.
"Why don't you go into the kitchen and fix us dinner," he directed.
My first act of obedience was to walk into the kitchen to make
dinner. Taped to the refrigerator was a menu of what he expected for dinner
and for me to be sure to set the table and call him in when it was ready. I
was to cook it and serve it.
I kept thinking if there was a way out of this. Maybe I could offer
him some money at dinner. Yes, I thought, that's what I'll do. So, I cooked
the food I found he had brought. I set the table and when everything was
done (you don't want me to tell you what we ate, do you? Ok, it was salmon,
asparagus and a salad.) I called out to the living room that dinner was
ready.
He answered back from the living room and said, "Never shout
Michael, always walk into the room and demurely say, "Mr. Smith dinner is
ready. Now try it again."
I was so annoyed but thought I would just do it and then at dinner
try to get out of this. So, I walked back into the kitchen and then back in
the room and said, "Mr. Smith your dinner is ready."
He thanked me and proceeded to my small dining room and sat at the
head of the table. I went into the kitchen to get the plates and bring them
out. But, when I entered the dining room he said for me to go back to the
kitchen and put the apron on that he had left for me on the countertop and
to never carry two meals at a time. Not even to carry two plates but rather
to bring one plate at a time and to bring his dinner in first.
I went back in the kitchen. The apron was on the counter I hadn't
seen it before. It wasn't a chef's apron. No it was a pink and white
woman's apron that I had to tie in the back with a bow. But, I didn't think
much about it. I just thought it was there to keep a spill from getting on
me thus without ado I put it on.
I brought his dinner out (in two round trips) and set it down in
front of him.
He softly reminded me I should serve on the right and remove from
the left.
Then I went back to the kitchen and brought my meal out and sat
down. Again he admonished me by saying I should know to take the apron off
and fold it neatly on the chair next to me. He also said from now on at
meals I should say 'good evening' or something appropriate to him before I
sat down.
With that he said, "Michael this dinner looks lovely. Thank you for
cooking such a nice meal."
Again I had made a mistake he corrected. Apparently I was to wait
for him to take the first bite before I started eating. This whole thing
was getting to be too much so I started to say something about giving him
money but he stopped me and said we could talk later in the living room
after I had cleaned up and brought him coffee. He said he liked his coffee
black and the coffee he liked was on the counter.
Biting my tongue and barely eating anything I sat through dinner as
he ate slowly and I just wanted this meal to end. After dinner I put my
apron on and then cleared his plates first and when I came back to get mine
he had already left and gone into the living room.
There I was back in the kitchen making him coffee. I don't even
take coffee. Another thing I realized was the coffee was organic. So he's
a health nut I thought. I don't care what kind of nut he was as long as he
was a gone nut.
When the dishes were washed by hand, I dried them, put them away
and carried his coffee out to the living room. No I don't have a
dishwasher. Why should I since I lived alone and seldom cooked. When I had
a date I went out or I would go to her house and she would cook and clean
up for me. I'd often order out at home or go out to eat by myself. I had
just broken up with my latest girlfriend a week ago. When you get to 38 you
sort of become an adamant bachelor.

Why keep a relationship going when you reached the point where the
woman started to complain about you? Heck, they would start with, "why
don't you cut your hair?" Or, "I don't feel like doing that let's go to the
ballet instead?" These were signals to bring the whole thing to an
end. And, so I did last week when I told Susan I was moving on.
So, I brought his coffee out to the living room and realized I
still had my apron on. He was sitting in my favorite chair. I just couldn't
wait for this to be over. As I set the coffee cup and saucer down on the
coffee table I saw a pair of black high heel shoes and a pair of woman's
ankle socks next to them.
Before I could say a word he pointed to the seat near him on the
sofa and said for me to, "sit down." I began to take off the apron but he
told me to leave it on and sit down since he wanted to talk to me. I said I
had something to say also to which he replied it would be fine after he
talked.
So, I went over and sat down with the apron fluttering down on my
knees. And that's when it all started.
"Michael," he said, "You cannot buy me off. You cannot talk me out
of my plan. And you won't change my mind. So, if you try to do that at any
time from this moment on the manila envelope goes to the FBI. The only
thing you can do is to obey me and do what I ask you to. And I expect you
to do what I ask without complaint. Do you think you finally understand?"
It began to dawn on me I wasn't going to get out of this unless he
decided he was through. So, the best course of action for me was to just
say yes.
"Good. Now Michael you are probably wondering what these high heels
are doing here. And I don't intend to keep the reamister they are here from
you. I want you to remove your shoes and socks and put the ankle highs on
and then the shoes. They are a 9 which is your woman size foot. I'll expect
you to remember that," he said as his blue eyes riveted through me. "Also
from now on you will wear them whenever you are at home unless I give you
permission to do otherwise. Do you have something useful to say now
Michael," he finished with his blue eyes focused right through my temporal
lobe.
I tried to think of someway out of this but couldn't so there was
nothing for me to say and the only thing to do was to follow his
directions. I took off my loafers and then my black socks exchanging them
for the nylon ankle highs and the high heels.
"You'll get use to them Michael. I want you to wear them whenever
you are home. That means I expect you to become proficient by tomorrow
nights' dinner or you will trip serving my meal," he said. So, I think you
should get up and walk around to strengthen your calves now."
Well I tried to stand up but instead I just fell back on the
sofa. It was more difficult than learning to ice skate. But he warned me it
would be better for me to practice from now until dinner tomorrow or he
would be displeased.
Displeased! How did I feel? A grown man in trousers and shirt with
black woman's high heel shoes and ankle socks on. I was so displeased I was
wishing I was bigger or thinking about how I shouldn't have done the crime
over the next 20 hours.
Also he informed me that he had taken over the master bedroom and
my room from now on would be the guest room. Shit, when he said that I
wanted to punch him out but as you realize by now I didn't have the size to
beat him nor did I have the balls to go to jail for both my crime and
***.
He dismissed me by saying, "Michael you may go to your room now."
It actually sounded in my head as if he had said I'm finished talking now
so get the fuck out of my face. Except for two things, his voice was always
mellow and his words were never curse words. And based on what he had said
my role would be I realized my only release would be this blog. Gosh, I
have to throw up.

July 14, 2006: evening blog.

So, I've gotten pretty good at walking in high heels and served him
dinner tonight without an accident. I may hate this but it is definitely
better than going to jail. I'll try doing what he wants and hope for the
best.
After dinner I went to the kitchen to get his coffee. When I came
back into the living room, looking ridiculous in my ankle socks and high
heels with a white and pink apron tied around my waist, he was sitting
there smiling. I carried his coffee on a small tray. Another annoyance he
had requested I use when dinner was finished.
He said, "It will be nicer if you bring my coffee on a tray."
What could I tell him, "No?"
I went to put the tray on the coffee table and saw a pair of black
satin panties and a matching bra.
The tray began to shake and the coffee nearly spilled when my
breath left me and my hands started shaking. Here I was standing in a pair
of black high heels and now this. I barely got the tray down on the table
when out of my mouth came the anguished words, "What do you want from me?
Why are you here? What is this? I'm a man. Can't you see that?"
He just looked up at me and said, "Settle down Michael and I'll
tell you what I want and why I am here. Just sit down."
Shaking, I managed to sit down. My hands nearly covering my eyes, I
tried not to look, but did; there were the panty and bra lying on the
table. I could feel myself gasping for air. My eyes saw the truth and my
mind obviated it.
"Michael, look at me," he said.
I looked up at his blue eyes my green ones pleading.
"I am going to turn you into a woman," he continued
My eyes began to well with the start of a tear.
"Now don't you cry? The only thing you can do to make this easier
is obey me. I really don't want to go through this again as we proceed. You
have your blog which you can use to release these thoughts, but outside the
blog I only want you to listen and obey. You know what disobedience will
bring legally But now any disobedience, and that is for me to judge, will
bring punishment. Now pick up the bra and panties and go to your new
bathroom. I want you to take a hot bath. No more showers for you. Shave all
the hair off your body from your neck down but make sure you leave a little
vertical patch of hair above your pussy. You've seen how woman shave their
pussys. Now also make sure your face is closely shaved as well. Fortunately
you are nearly hairless anyhow. When you are clean and dried put on the
bra, panties, socks and heels and then use the perfume you'll find on the
counter. Then come back out here and we'll start your training as a
woman. Now go," he softly spoke as his eyes coldly demanded.
A tear now fell from my eye. I felt my past slipping by and a new
present unraveling. It was not a present I had ever thought possible. The
money was so I could take a beautiful babe down to Antigua
and?..and?..and?.now?..I was being turned into ??what?how? I don't even
look like a woman.
The tear landed on my apron as I rose. I picked up the bra and
panty. My tear settled right on pink border of my apron and left a wet
reminder of my fragility. My knees began to shake and I felt my legs nearly
collapse. What choices did I have? It was either doing this or a long time
in jail. Maybe I'd be sexually powerd in jail as well. I knew it could
happen. My size, although still manly out here, might be considered womanly
in primister. Especially since I didn't have much body hair and in primister that
would probably distinguish me. I wouldn't have any control there. Better
here than there I thought. At least I could figure a way out at some point
in the future and I was free.
I'm sure one of you reading this blog is saying, "no way. I
wouldn't do it." Some of you may think I gave in too easily or maybe one of
you knows a way out. But none of you are me and I didn't think I was giving
in easily. I didn't know a way out. And, I am consigned to doing it. Please
if you are reading this blog try and be kind in your thoughts. I'm sure
more female readers will understand and I beg you males to please not judge
me to harshly.
My new bathroom (the guest bathroom is now mine) was smaller. Also
it was more gender non-specific unlike the larger one I no longer could
use. And now it d?cor and accoutrement slanted towards a woman's bath.
I went to put my panty and bra down on the vanity and saw the
following. There were several hair brushes and a can of hair spray to the
left corner of the sink. Behind that was two bottles of perfume. To the
right of the sink (which had more room with a set of drawers on the far
right) there was now a stool. Also a box similar to a tackle box was opened
and in the little slots and spaces there were nail polish, emery boards,
q-tips, a variety of make-up items, something I knew from when I was
married was called a eyelash curler, tweezers, nail clippers and a whole
bunch of other stuff.
In the far right corner a box of Super Tampons sat end up unopened.
Next to the sink on the right was a Gillette battery powered razor
called the Venus Vibrance. It was fuchsia and white. Next to that was a jar
of Bathina Sweet Satin Shave.
There was a note under a bottle of 'Melon Pear Bubble Bath.' It
said, "Something to make you smell sweet."
Also there was some shampoo called 'Fudge' which said it was
'bubble gum scented.' I screwed off the top and it was purple and smelled
like 'bubble gum' yuck!

By the toilet was a magazine rack with several 'how to'
magazines. One was called 'New Beauty'. Also there was the current issue of
'Playgirl'. On the right side of the cover there were a bunch of little
items (about what was inside). There was 'Thread Lift', 'Cosmeceuticals',
'Injectable Fillers', 'Botox', 'Lip Plumper's', 'Breast Enhancement',
'Eyelift Surgery', 'Smile Makeovers', and on and on.
I started my bath and sprinkled the bubble bath and watched the
bubbles form. I wanted to yell out "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." Instead I just
watched the bubbles with my arms wrapped around me, hugging myself.
When the bubbles were nearly going over the top of the tub I turned
the water off and got in. It actually felt nice. After nearly two hours I
was completely and closely shaved with all my body hair gone and my skin
was a bit red but he oils in the bubble bath helped soothe me. My hair
smelled of bubble gum and my body smelled like a fruit. I dried off and
then had trouble putting the bra on. It's quite difficult. I was sure what
to do at first but finally figured I had to put it on backwards and turn it
around my body; finally putting my arms through the straps.
When I looked at the panties I realized they were quite different
than my girl friends had worn. They were shaped like a little satin skirt
and there was a thong which went up my ass crack. There was no way to just
be comfortable in them.
I walked out of the bathroom in panties, bra, ankle socks and high
heels. When I got to the living room HE was sitting there waiting. He had
me turn around and then told me to lift my arms. Then I had to pull down my
panties. All the while he took some digital photos of me.
Finally he said, "Not too bad but I want you to pay a little more
attention tomorrow. Now why don't you go write you blog tonight and I'll
see you in the morning."


July 15, 2006 evening blog

Today is Saturday. Usually it's my day off but not this Saturday. I
always wake up around 7 am even on the weekends. But when I got up this
morning I saw an outfit on the chair near my bed. A note was pinned to my
bra which read, "Put the breast forms on the table in the appropriate slot
in your bra. The note also said for me to wear the outfit on the
chair. Then the note said I was to "check out your closet and dresser and
then come out and make my breakfast." When its ready bring it on a tray to
my room knock and say, 'Mr. Smith your breakfast is ready.' When I tell you
to enter walk in and say, 'Good morning Mr. Smith where would you like me
to serve your breakfast.' When I dismiss you go back to the kitchen get
your breakfast and eat it in the laundry room.
The note continued to tell me what to make him. I was to make him
two slices of bacon, one egg over easy, a slice of whole wheat toast with a
pat of butter and a cup of coffee. (Later I would learn he was a nut for
organic food and I would be doing the shopping.) The note also said my
breakfast would be a small scoop of cottage cheese and a cup of plain green
tea plus a vitamin and calcium pill which were on the counter.
Fuck, I wanted to throw up. Cottage Cheese???
The note also said I would only be allowed water without
permission. Otherwise I would be told what to eat and when. He reminded me
to take another bath. Actually the note said I was to take two baths a day
shaving at both of them. This girl stuff was all consuming. Two baths,
cooking, grocery shopping; I wondered when would I have a break?
You won't believe the outfit he left me. It was a short satiny day
dress without sleeves and puffy fabric over the shoulders. The dress was
white with colorful blend of persimmon, canary yellow and bluebird blue
wisps. (Shit that was what I learned reading one of the magazines in the
bathroom. Prior to that I would thought it was red, yellow and blue.) Next
to the dress was fresh lingerie. There were white satin full seat panties
with matching bra and white stay up stockings. Also there was an open toed
4 inch heel matching persimmon pair of heels. Fortunately the heel was not
spiked so it was easier to walk in. Everything was very feminine.
The note informed me to walk in smaller steps putting one foot in
front of me and then the other as a sexy woman would. Finally the note said
this weekend would be without a break. Everything was to make me be seen in
a particular way.
Well, I finished my bath and sat in my lingerie putting my makeup
on. I tried very hard to get everything right. I had my computer next to
the table and I decided to see if there was any help on lips, eyes
etc. Well, lo and behold, Revlon, Cover Girl and many other cosmetic firms
had tips. I learned how to use a lip pencil to outline my lips and to blot
the lipstick within and not rub it. Also one of them I put information in
and it said the best colors for me etc. Over the next hour I looked up
information. One site showed how to get ready in 5 minutes or 20 minutes
depending on the time you had. Anyhow, not to bore you with the details
when I finished I looked pretty feminine. I had never noticed the features
I had or how to make some features even more feminine looking.
I walked to the kitchen as instructed; my ass did sway. I could
feel each cheek move a little. I had never really paid attention to the
movement of a woman's feet moving but I had always noticed her ass sway. So
that is how woman make that 'sexy come fuck me' look. And now I was doing
it.
About a half hour later I was knocking on his (my) bedroom door. He
told me to enter and then on cue I said, "Mr. Smith where would you like me
to serve your breakfast?"
"On the desk, thank you," he said.
I started walking out and heard him say, "Much better!"
Sitting in the laundry room eating my cottage cheese and takeing
my green tea in my permission dress and matching shoes, I felt like a
pussy. I wasn't but certainly I looked like one. I wasn't sure what this
man wanted other then to make a feminine. He only said he had a plan.
Well, I had a plan and it had gone awry and now I was slowly losing
my sense of self.
I heard his voice, "Michael would you please come to the living
room."
Rising from my stool I put the near empty dish of cottage cheese
down and went to the living room.
I started to sit down but he (I guess Mr. Smith) said, "No
Michael. You will never take a liberty when a man is in the room."
Again his voice remained strong but calm.
"Now Michael, this is what is going to happen. So just
listen. Because Michael you have no other choices. We've discussed it. You
know it. And so, this is your fate. You will send your resignation to your
employer today saying you will not even be able to give two weeks
notice. You will not give a reamister. Short, curt and to the point that is
what your resignation will say."
Mr. Smith continued, "Also, you will sign this
power-of-attorney. Over the next weeks all your old things will be
sold. The money will be kept safely for you when your term of service ends
in five years."
At least now I knew there was a limit. Five years. It was a long
time but short compared to the alternatives.
"We need to change you name Michael. And I don't mean just for
conversation. It will be changed legally. Your last name is fine. But your
first name just won't do, Mr. Smith continued.
"I have thought about this and looking at you it seems quite
obvious your name will be Sandra," he said.
Sandra I thought, why? I thought he was going to say Michelle. I
was taken off guard. But then again I had been off guard for several past
days.
"Now, Sandra, put this in your left ear," Mr. Smith said as he
handed me a small ear plug.
It fit snuggly deep in my ear and I didn't even notice it was there
after I place it.
"Good, now listen," Mr. Smith said as he pushed a button and a
light tone went off in my left ear.
It was just a tone. Not harsh. Just one note, a single sound, a
ding rang in my ear. Like an elevator when it arrived at a floor.
"Now Sandra, when you hear that tone you will come to me
immediately. I don't care what you are doing you will just find me and when
you arrive you will say "What do you want Mr. Smith." You do understand,
right," Mr. Smith asked.
I answered, "Yes Mr. Smith."
Five years. I can do this.
"Also, this tone can be transmitted for miles. When you are out on
your own and you hear it ring in your ear, you will immediately use your
cell phone and call me with the same question and in the same tone,"
Mr. Smith stated without any emotion.
"Now as you know failure deserves punishment. I am the judge and
jury. So if you don't answer immediately, if you don't come and find me
immediately when I call you, if you don't do what I ask immediately without
question from now on, you will be spanked. You will be spanked because that
is how women like you are reprimanded. I will tell you to either get over
my knee, kneel down or all fours or some other position and then I will
spank you. You may cry and you may whimper but you will never yell or
scream or else your punishment will be doured each time you do. And I'm
sure you know how quickly doubling can add up."
So, now I was going to be spanked also. I felt like a dog in the
circus. No, actually he was making me a bitch in his circus.
"Also, after you clean up the breakfast dishes you will drive to
this address," Mr. Smith said handing me a piece of paper.
Written on it was Janes 511 Hubbard Street.
About an hour later I was driving my car dressed as a
woman. However, if I was stopped there would be no question I was just a
man in a dress and probably be taken to jail for something. My mind played
over the five years and then freedom. The chorus was 'otherwise the pen for
fifteen.'
At a light a man in the car to my left smiled. I couldn't tell if
he knew or if he was playing me. Either way it wasn't comfortable. Ten
minutes later I turned onto Hubbard Street and began looking for 511. At
least I was on the right side of the street I thought as I pass 413. After
the next light I saw a small building snuggled between two local
businesses. Slowing down I could see the gold numbers 511 almost glowing
against the green door. Just above the numbers was the word Janes in
magenta italics. There was a parking space just a little up the block. I
parked, got out of my car and waved my little American Express fob over the
meter and started walking to Janes.
My dress, lest you forget, was quite an eye magnet with the
persimmon, canary yellow and bluebird wisp colors shining in the California
sun. However, no matter how much everything else about me looked somewhat
feminine my hair was definitely not refined enough to go with the outfit
and I could tell the men outside the coffee shop I passed knew I was a
man. One slyly cupped his hand over his crotch. I walked faster to Janes
and rang the bell.
The green door opened (authoresses note: come on guys, don't even
think it. I'm laughing too. For those a bit younger, Behind the Green Door,
Marilyn Chambers, Procter and Gamble girl) and a somewhat matronly woman
said, "Welcome Sandra" and ushered me in.
Well, without going through the next 8 hours of each thing I was
taught, let me just say it's fucking hard to be a woman. Hair, makeup,
nails, skin, shaving, cuckolds brownie there's no end to the whole thing. But at the
end of eight hours I had a very feminine hairdo, knew how to wash, set and
brush it and also all the other countless things women do. Five years was
beginning to feel like an eternity.
Almost on cue, Mr. Smith's little chime rang in my ear. Dutifully,
I called him and said, "What do you want Mr. Smith?"
"Sandra," Mr. Smith answered, "on your way home stop by the grocery
store and pick up dinner. I will have a porterhouse steak and a nice
salad. Also, buy a good bottle of red wine. For yourself get a can of
tuna. Don't dawdle."

I had almost said 'Yes Mr. Smith,' but he had already hung up the
phone. What a cuckolds brownie I thought, he just gives me an order, no please, just do
it and then hangs up. I felt a bit of outrage. I wanted to punch him out
but knew I couldn't. How could I get even I wondered?
An hour and half later I was back in the kitchen fixing
dinner. Mr. Smith had wanted his steak medium rare. Well I cooked it
medium. It just made me feel better. Especially since he had made me eat my
tuna out of the can before fixing his dinner. Water and a can of tuna while
I stood at the counter in the kitchen, I can't tell you how pissed off I
was.
Of course it didn't end there. After dinner when I served Mr. Smith
his coffee in the living room he motioned me to come stand by
him. Obediently I walked over but when he put his hand just under my dress
on my thigh I twitched.
"Don't even think about pulling away," Mr. Smith said in his usual
calm voice. "You are not going to be made into a lady my dear. Oh, no, you
are going to be a cunt."
His words seared through my head like a branding iron. You would
think I had already known what was coming but the actual hand on my thigh
was devastating. His calling me a cunt was stinging. He said it in the same
soft voice but it echoed throughout my brain.
"But," he continued with his warm hand against my inner thigh, "you
cooked my steak medium and I asked for it medium rare. You've asked for a
spanking and I am going to oblige you."
Mr. Smith got up from his chair saying, "you haven't earned the
right to be spanked on my knee," and as he spoke he grabbed my wrist,
twisting my arm until my arm was up my back and I automatically began to
bend forward. He didn't do this with fury but instead with just a strength
I couldn't overcome if I wanted to. With his other hand he lifted my dress
up exposing my pantied covered ass and began spanking me with his
hand. They weren't soft but they weren't enormous either, his hand just
came down on my ass cheeks, one and then the other, stinging until he was
finished. I didn't know how many times he had spanked me but I guessed ten
times. More interesting I didn't scream, I didn't even pull back, I
accepted my fate and somewhere near the end I could hear a whimpering sound
wave came out of my mouth and filled the air around me.
He let go of my hand and said as I straightened up, "that's a good
girl. Now don't go touching yourself. After a spanking you are to just let
the sting remain without rubbing it away."
After cleaning up I came back to my room and sat my sore ass down
and started this blog about my day. I cried a little. I was so glad
Mr. Smith didn't see me cry. What is happening to me?

July 16th evening blog

Well, the Lord may have rested on the seventh day but Mr. Smith
didn't let me. Even though it was Sunday I had as much to do as the day
before. Actually I even had more to do now that I knew how to make myself
look not just passable but actually attractive. It was quite interesting
how feminine my face looked. If I lost 25 lbs I may even look very sexy. I
thought to myself, if I'm going to be stuck like this for five years I'm
going to make the best of it. I don't want to ever be stopped while I'm out
with someone thinking I was a man. Especially other men who may think
something I wasn't. How would I explain and of course I couldn't.
So, I vowed to loose weight, trim up and get on with these five
years the best I could. Heck, I thought, I always pushed myself in whatever
endeavor I had entered. Even in high school when I joined the wrestling
team. I had hated it but I tried my best and was one of the better
wrestlers on our team.
Therefore, if I could make the best of being a wrestler, I could
easily make the best of being a woman.
Well, Mr. Smith had made sure today would be taxing to say the
least. After breakfast Mr. Smith had his typical morning talk with me. He
said the next week would make me ready for the next five years of my life.
"Sandra," Mr. Smith continued, "The reamister for your fate is the
inability of the American woman to understand how to be a submissive
object. Instead they have treated by society as victors of wars they never
fought. Historically, the men of Caesar's Rome were the victors. They were
the youngren of Romulus and the **** of the Sabine women. For hundreds of
years the women were pleasure objects for the men to enjoy without
question. Sex was revered in their culture and many others."
So, I'm standing there listening to this cuckolds brownie wondering where he is
going with this.
Mr. Smith's voice droned on, "Caligula and Claudius debauchery was
more then just women, boys and men. Claudius threw his young male minions
onto the rocks of Capri from over a thousand feet up when he was no longer
interested in them. Roman men enjoyed the numerous legal prostitutes of
Rome. Nearly one out of five women in Rome were prostitutes. So, where
Roman eventually went too far in one direction; America has moved to far to
the other side of the fulcrum."
What was his point? The only thing I understood was that I was
being powerd to be something I wasn't.
"Therefore Sandra, there are men in our society who enjoy a very
different sort of sexual experience. These men are wealthy, powerful and
dominant. Their pleasure is taking someone like you and transforming you
into their powerd bitch," Mr. Smith continued. "As you are now aware, I am
one of this brotherhood and you are becoming one of our sisterhood. Over
these five years you will face this sisterhood with both as vulgarity and
sensuality. But, Sandra, you will experience it completely. You were chosen
because you have the features we desire and your mistake gave us the power
to take and change you."
The room seemed smaller and the temperature hotter as he went on
about what would be expected of me. I would suck cock with the desire to
please the cock with no regard to myself whenever I was instructed. I would
not be allowed to do anything without asking. And, I would not always be
listened to.
Sunday continued with my learning that I need to ask if I could eat
when I was hungry; if I could pee when I had to go. Household chores were
to be done as per instructions and the only time I could really call my own
would be from the time I was sent to my room at night until the next
morning's chores. Other things I learned today was by next Sunday I would
no longer be in this house but somewhere else. Mr. Smith explained I would
give him full power of attorney over all financial and medical
decisions. At the end of five years my financial wherewithal would be so
significant I could live anywhere in the world quite comfortably for the
rest of my life without worrying about money.
After a full day I put on my nightgown, sat down (I wasn't spanked
today) and wrote this. I can feel myself reacting differently as my life is
now in Mr. Smith's hands.

July 17th evening blog
I can't believe it. I swallowed cum this afternoon. Gosh, what is
happening to me? This, the first day I no longer worked. Well, I was
working and it was a job for Mr. Smith but no longer for my on-line firm.
But first! Shortly after cleaning up the kitchen Mr. Smith told me
to put on the bikini he handed me and meet him "poolside." And do you have
any idea of what bikini he gave me? Yes, you're right it was an 'itsy bitsy
yellow polka dot bikini' that of course I would wear for the first time any
day. You laugh but it had tie strings and all.
Do you remember that misterg? Shit?it was running through my mind as I
put the bikini on.
She was afraid to come out of the locker,
She was as nervous as she could be.
She was afraid to come out of the locker.
She was afraid that somebody would see.
Ten minutes later I was 'poolside' with Mr. Smith on what turned
out to be a 'too perfect' California sunshine day. Especially after
Mr. Smith handed me some deep tanning lotion and told me to rub it over
every part of my body not covered by the itsy bitsy yellow polka dot
bikini. Actually a smile came over Mr. Smith's face as he handed me the
lotion and said that.
For the next two hours Mr. Smith had me lie out in the sun. He
would tell me when to turn over and when to put more suntan lotion on. I
was allowed to go for a swim twice but only if I could walk to the edge of
the pool as a sexy woman wearing such a revealing bikini. Obviously the
first couple of times he made me go back and lie down.
Mr. Smith said, "You cannot cool off in the water until you look
sexy enough to swim. Also, you must try to be feminine when you swim as
well. Soon this will come more naturally but until then I expect to see you
try very hard to please me.
It's funny, by not raising his voice or yelling he mesmerized me
into learning to please him. (And of course, if you still need to know, the
thought of any alternative to not pleasing him)
Finally I walked to the pool in my bare feet moving the weight from
one leg to the other so my ass cheeks would rise and fall. It made me
realize all the girls are moving in such a manner as to entice you for sex
yet not giving it out gladly and quickly.
Of course, this was not going to be my fate. I was about to learn I
would entice, I would put out and I would obey.
After two hours Mr. Smith had me bring lunch out to the pool. He
had a roast beef sandwich on organic bread (what bullcuckolds brownie) and some fucking
organic beer. Can there really be organic beer. Shouldn't that be an
oxymoron?
And what was I having? He had me make myself a crappy girly salad
of greens, and half a can of tuna (in water), a sprinkle of vinegar, oh,
and a glass of water.
Then back to sunning myself, jiggling my ass (I guess by dropping
my hip) and then a girly swim. I must have improved because he didn't stop
me during the afternoon from swimming. But that led to the next thing.
Mr. Smith called me into the living room (yes by ringing that damn
thing in my ear.), unzipped his fly and said, "Sandra I want you to suck
the cum out of my cock an into your mouth. Then show me and when I say so
you'll swallow it."
First, I was in my living room in a yellow, you know what. I can't
even get use to being called Sandra and then he expected that I suck him
off? He must have seen the repulsion in my eyes since he said I'd be
punished for the disobedience in my face and I should, "just do it."
He sounded like a XXX Nike commercial
I hesitated and he slapped my ass on the skin below the bikini
saying, "after you suck me off you'll stand in the corner with my cum in
your mouth for fifteen minutes or have you decided to change your mind and
go to jail?"
So, I already knew there was no turning back but that didn't help
my revulsion. Kneeling there with his cock in my mouth Mr. Smith grabbed my
ears and pumped his cock in my mouth. He wasn't mean but of course he
wasn't being pleasant either. No, he was just using me like the Romans he
had talked about. I was an object.
And then I had my first realization. I had been chosen because?
(This part is deleted by Mr. Smith.)
Finally I felt his warm cum slosh on my tonsils. Actually it didn't
taste as terrible as I imagined. Mr. Smith pulled out and said for me to
show him.
"Lean you head back," he said.
I did and his cum puddled up in the back of my throat.
"Good girl," Mr. Smith said, "Now go stand in the corner, facing
the wall, with your head back until I say your time is up. Then you will
swallow and come back here and thank me for letting you swallow my cum. You
will always thank a man for using you when he feels it's appropriate. Pay
attention to the signs as to when to say 'thank you'. If you miss the
signal you'll be punished. You are here to serve men, a very unique group
of men."
Standing in the corner with my head back with his cum coating my
tonsils for what seemed like forever but then he said, "Swallow first girl
and go to your room.
I can't really write much more. I am really ashamed. Where is
Michael? Who is Sandra?

July 18th ? evening blog

This blog is the only thing that keeps me sane. At least I believe
someone is reading it. I don't really know since I just write it and
Mr. Smith says he posts it. Is it going to the whole internet world or just
to his crazy Roman men? Actually I don't know but I must believe in
something.
Mr. Smith controls all my assets. He controls my legal fate. And
now, he is trying to control my soul.
Again, I know why he picked me. At least I think I do. It's
because?.. (Censored by Mr. Smith).
I don't even get to read my past blogs. I don't know what I've said
or to whom.
Something completely different happened today. Well, something
different has been happening everyday since last week. It's not even a
week. Just five days and already I'm beginning to act like a Sandra.
This morning I got up and could only think as I lay in bed in a
baby blue baby doll nightgown (Is that right? Is that what a girl says? A
baby blue baby doll? ) remembering, no tasting Mr. Smith's cum still in my
throat. Oh, I know it isn't possible. I know I brushed, mouth washed,
brushed again and again but I'm sure I can still taste the first cum that
has ever been in my mouth.
I almost yelled out at the same time as I was brushing, "Fuck you
Mr. Smith.".
Oh, I know you are once again saying, "You dumb asshole, run
away. Go to jail it is only 17 years." Or someone saying, "Well if the deal
had been for a month or a year than I'd understand." Yes, I can hear all of
you with the strength to rebel either yelling or laughing at me. I could
hear you when I was in third grade and Jeffery beat me up as you watched. I
didn't run then and I didn't fight then. And even today, I don't know why I
didn't just run away. Maybe you are all stronger then me.
But, back to today. As I said, something different happened to me
today. Actually, several, something 'differents' happened today. First,
when I got out of bed I went to the bathroom and filled the tub with bubble
bath as if I did this everyday. I shaved my legs and arm pits again, as if
I had done this everyday in my life. Oh, I did shave my face which I have
been doing everyday. And though it wasn't much of a beard before, it was my
beard. Sometimes I wouldn't shave over the weekend. But this weekend and
everyday from now on, Mr. Smith had said I would shave my face twice a day.
"Every time you shave Sandra you will see the woman underneath,"
Mr. Smith said. "Each time you pick up your fuchsia ladies razor you will
know you have the possibility of being a lady but you will never be treated
as one."
What the hell am I thinking? I can't just have a morning shave? Oh,
where is Michael. Come out; Come out, all in for free.
I got out of the tub and watched the water drip down my naked
hairless leg as I dried it. I looked at it resting on the tub and saw that
without hair it showed curves and was very feminine. I hadn't noticed that
before. Were there other men whose legs looked feminine when shaved? The
more I thought, the more an image of Arnold Schwarzenegger's leg
emerged. There was nothing feminine about his legs whether they were shaved
or not. Why were mine so girly like?
And when did my ankles ever look so turned?
Next I was standing in front of the mirror drying off my hair and
face when I noticed my tan lines from yesterday. Naked I looked like I had
a bikini on. I moved the door behind me which had the full length mirror on
it so I could see my back. With the two mirrors facing each other I could
see the bra strap lines on my back and the bikini white ass of mine. I had
put that full length mirror in this bathroom for the women when they came
over. Now, I was the woman in the mirror.
I looked at myself and saw my smooth hairless body. The white part
in front where the bra had been made my nipples stand out more. For some
reamister I touched them. I had never seen myself tanned like this before but
now the contrast of my tan and the white skin from where the bra had been
made it appear I had small breasts. There even was a little dimension to
them. I guess that came from getting older and the contrast. My waist was
still trim. It had never really had gotten over 30 inches since I was in my
twenties. I guess because I had really watched my diet over the years. I
didn't eat junk food and I did exercise.
Fuck it; it's time to, put on makeup? I walked out of the bathroom
naked with the thought of my tan lines burning a hole in my brain.
None of you will believe this. And although I am not very good at
it, I have started to notice my lips look nicer when I put the base coat
on. Hmmm...What a girlyman statement that is. Oh no, Arnold's still poking
around in my head.
This makeup thing sucks. Put on foundation. Do your eyes. Try doing
that. Placing your elbow on the makeup table and trying to draw a straight
line with eyeliner. What the hell did Mr. Smith think? I'm no Mondrian; I'm
more Picasso.
Oh yes, I was trying to remember what my girlfriend called this
table. It's not a makeup table; it's a vanity. Guess I understand that
now. You have to be pretty vain to spend forty minutes of setting your
hair, brushing it out, fixing it to look nice. And that doesn't include
putting on your makeup.
Try that, you have foundation to apply, then putting some sort of
eye cream to lighten the bags under my eyes, drawing lines on my eyelids,
curling eyelashes, applying mascara, finishing face powder and then getting
to the lips.
Lips! First draw a lipstick pencil line around the outside of your
lips. Then put on a little Vaseline on your lips but don't get it on the
lipstick pencil line you drew. How the fuck do you do that? And then, apply
the lipstick. Oh no, not the way I'd seen it in the movies. No, the girls
don't just rub the lipstick over their lips and then smush their lips
together. That would be too simple.
Instead, you use a brush and take the lipstick off the stick and
paint it on your lips. When you are through with that you let it dry for a
minute. Then you take a single ply of tissue and momentarily put it over
your lips and dab some powder over it to set the base coat. And, still you
aren't through. Now you have to reapply the lipstick again to add the color
back and finally add lip gloss.
Oh, and lipstick doesn't just last after that. You have to reapply
it every couple of hours and even more often if you use them. Ha, that's
why those girls eat the way they do and daintily blot their lips when they
are eating. And we haven't even discussed the finger and toe nails.
Shit, no more talk of this. I'm not even sure why I said so much
but as I said before, if anyone is reading this, you are my only outside
contact.
And what was my outfit for today. Great a white wrap skirt (are
there different names for different whites. I know cream but do they
delineate whites, fuck) and a fluffy lime blouse with short puffy sleeves.
No stockings (great news) and a pair of, no way, white three inch open toed
sandals with matching lime piping. For a moment I laughed thinking maybe I
should have my nails and lips in lime. What a fashion statement that would
be.
After breakfast I came into the living room. There was a new full
length mirror in the corner of the room. It stood up by folding out; so
obviously it was portable. There was some sort of light around it which
emitted a glow. It didn't take long for me to find out why it was there.
"Good Morning Sandra," Mr. Smith said.
"Good Morning Mr. Smith," I replied.
"Sandra, in the corner is a theater mirror. The lights you see on
currently reproduce the effect of indoor daytime light. You will find four
settings. Indoor day, Indoor evening, Outdoor sunny and Outdoor overcast.
I was thinking. This guy is nuts. He talks to me in that quiet
voice informing me about a mirror with some unique lighting capabilities.
But then he said, "You will go over and stand in front of the
mirror for each setting of twenty minutes examining yourself. Look at your
makeup. Ask yourself, "did I put it on right?" Ask yourself, "Does this
makeup go with this lighting." When you are done you will sit down by the
desk and write about your observations under each setting. I expect at
least 150 words for each setting. You will write it in long hand and when
you are done you will edit it, correct it and then rewrite it without error
in ink and you will use a fountain pen. Your handwriting will be as
feminine as you can write it and you will start over if you make a mistake
either writing or a blotch of ink puddles because you pressed to hard on
the stylus. Also, the femininity of your handwriting will also be scored"
Next thing you know I'm standing in front of the mirror looking at
myself as a woman. It is a full length mirror and I could see from the top
of my head to the tip of my red toenails. It was bewildering seeing myself
this way. How could this be me? Where was Michael? Not in this mirror. No,
the only echo from this mirror was, "You my queen are fair it's true but
Snow White is a thousand times fairer than you." Well of course she
is. Snow White was a real girl.
My mind was playing tricks with me ten minutes into the mirror
ordeal. Wait! I noticed something, Although I looked pretty good my posture
wasn't right. I wasn't standing right. I tried different poses and finally
I nearly asked the damn mirror again, "Who's the fairest of them all."
But before I did, Mr. Smith came over and changed the lighting to
Indoor evening. He didn't say a word and walked away. Now, that was
strange, I didn't look as good as I did in the Indoor daytime setting. I
seemed to be missing something. Yes, I was missing a little more color or
something.
And the next two settings showed even different flaws in my
makeup. Standing for an hour and twenty minutes looking at yourself is
tedious but the next two hours were even worse. Sitting at the desk and
writing about the different lighting effects was immensely time
consuming. But writing in long hand with a fountain pen as a woman both in
dress and supposedly in penmanship drained me. Twice I had to throw out one
of the pages and start over again. This happened almost right away on the
first page. I tried to concentrate on my penmanship from the nuns in third
grade. Eventually I did get a very feminine handwriting. And the other
mistake came then later when on the last page I started to write a bit
scratchy from my wrist getting tired.
Finally I brought the four sheets of paper, six hundred forty-nine
words, to Mr. Smith. He motioned me to stand on his right facing out and
then he took the papers from me. As he began reading he put his other hand
under my skirt and gently rubbed around my ass and thighs. Nothing more
than this but it was still more than enough.
In order to accept this I, Michael, was slipping further and
further away. Sandra was standing there now. And then I snapped back to
reality as Mr. Smith finished and said, "Sandra go get into your bikini,
fix me a sandwich, a yogurt for you and meet me out by the pool."
He tapped my ass as he finished talking and took his hand out from
under my skirt. I walked back in small steps, my face blushing a bit and
glad he couldn't see it, to my room.
When I got to my room I sat down and tried to think of the many
changes to my life that were occurring. I'd lived my whole life as a man
and now in just a few days I found small parts of my behaviour changing. My
reactions to things were definitely different. Since I had accepted this
five year sentence as opposed to the alternatives I found I was glancing in
the mirror as I walked by. When I was standing in front of the mirror I
thought my eyebrows needed a little plucking. Putting on lipstick I really
saw my lips as I had never seen them before. I had never noticed where my
lower lip ended and, what would call it, my upper jaw began; but I did
notice it now. There was a distinct line where you put lip
liner. Interesting.
Ten minutes later I was in the kitchen in my bikini making
Mr. Smith his lunch. Shortly after that I was outside in my bikini
tanning. Mr. Smith had given me some tanning spray and instructions on
turning over etc. He put a little timer next to me and for the next two
hours I felt like one of those chickens you see on a spit. Shit, a chicken
is a girl, couldn't I come up with a more manly analogy.
It's amazing how quickly you begin to develop a new routine. By now
I didn't even think of my job that I had quit last week. I never really
liked going to work everyday anyhow. That was the main reamister I had set up
my little scheme. My scheme which had now gone so terribly awry.
My phone didn't ring which was surprising. I thought someone would
call from work but they didn't. My lady and man had both passed away
and I was estranged from my crazy sister. Well, I guess I'd be considered
the crazy one if she could see me now. But, she had gone off over 15 years
ago with some drifter. I sent her money at first but for the past seven
years we hadn't gotten in touch. This happened shortly after our lady
died and her estate was settled. And don't get some great idea about the
word estate. She didn't leave much. My man had passed away two years
before my lady and his illness had consumed much of the meager savings
their lives at work had produced.
Actually, once when my man talked about how little he made when
he first started working I thought the greatness of capitalism is its
ability to diminish the savings of its' workers through inflation. Oh,
sorry, I have very unique idea on that subject.
When I went in to take a bath I took off my bikini and I looked a
little darker but I knew with my skin I'd be much darker tomorrow
morning. Except for those areas which were covered. These would be a
constant reminder. Especially since I was one of those fair skinned blondes
who tanned dark.
As I stood there looking so feminine in my nakedness I was
humiliated since there was nothing I could do to wash it off. I can't even
explain it to you but believe me I looked like a pussy with a big
clit. Especially the way my pubic hairs were in a little patch. But, how
could I be a pussy I thought, even though I was only adequately endowed, at
least I had a penis. Well five and a half inches is adequate isn't it. I
use to think so but now I thought of Mr. Smith's cock. It was much bigger
and thicker then mine. Yes, his was a cock.
Only one more thing rounded out this day. After dinner I went into
the living room carrying Mr. Smith's coffee. I was wearing what I've heard
girls call 'their little black dress.' The dress had a plunging neck line
but I didn't have any cleavage to do it justice. And the dress was
backless. In the mirror I noticed I had a feminine back or at least I
didn't look like Brad Pitt or, no, Arnold.
Mr. Smith motioned me to sit on the floor next to him. I began to
ask why but he put his forefinger to his lips and it just silenced
me. Right now I'm wondering why he makes me succumb so easily. I want to
fight more. Tomorrow I'll tell him. Tomorrow I'll be stronger.
But, sitting there Mr. Smith went over my mirror report. There in
my own handwriting were comments about my eyebrows needing to be plucked
and eyeliner used. Also, my comment regarding I needed more color at
nighttime indoors? And some powder to take the shine off my face outside in
the sun. It's amazing how much you can say in six hundred words.
After he was through I sat shocked as Mr. Smith finished the
night's instructions with the comment. "Girl, it was a good report. Now,
take you own advice. Remember what cosmetics you need when you go outside
and what to use when getting ready for dinner. There's still plenty to
learn but you still have plenty of time. You've come along nicely Sandra
but you can do better. You know you can."
With those comments I felt two things. First, I really could do
better and second a bit of pride over my report by Mr. Smith's compliments.

July 19th ? evening blog

I can't believe it. As I sit here writing this blog I realize
tomorrow will mark a week in the change of my life.
Yes, I was right. This morning after I bathed, shaved, and dried
off I looked in the mirror. Now I was much darker. My breasts were even
more pronounced and the bikini bottom could never be mistaken for a tan a
guy gets.
Also Mr. Smith had put a note on my vanity telling me what to
wear. I found the hobble dress in the closet. I guess from now on I would
get my clothes from the closet. If you don't know what a hobble dress is I
suggest you look it up because I didn't know what it was until I read
Mr. Smith's note. His note said the dress would help teach me how to walk
as a woman. One thing to be sure of, put the dress on after everything else
is on and I mean everything including your heels. You cannot do much once
this dress is on. It's completely constrictive.
This dress makes you move in short steps. I was so unsteady I
nearly dropped Mr. Smith's breakfast twice.
"Do you notice how that dress makes you walk in shorter, more
feminine steps Sandra?" Mr. Smith commented when I entered his room. (Now
why am I calling it 'his room'?)
As I tried to put the tray down I could neither bend over nor
crouch down. "Mr. Smith, what should I do," I asked.
"Nothing Sandra, just stand there and hold the tray and be quiet,"
Mr. Smith replied.
And then for the next ten minutes he got up went into the bathroom,
washed his face and took a piss. I could hear him running the water and
pissing in the toilet while I stood there with the tray in my hands. Fuck,
this submissive stuff just bends your brain.
Finally Mr. Smith came back into the room in his robe and took the
tray from me saying, "Thank you Sandra. You are dismissed."
I walked, if you call it that, out of the room thinking,
dismissed. Ha, like some ghetto language he sure did 'dis the miss." At
least this kind of thinking made me laugh and made things a bit more
bearable.
Not much happened the rest of the morning except for my walking in
a hobble dress. It wasn't until I was out tanning myself that afternoon
that the next horrific act occurred. I was lying face up with my eyes
closed when all of a sudden I felt some gunk splatter on my face. I peeked
out of my eyes since some of it had landed there and through the
translucency stringing from my upped eyelash to the lower eyelash I could
see him, well his cock. He had just cum on my face. Can you believe it? No
warning. Nothing! He must have come over to me while he was beating off. I
had never heard him approach.
"Sandra, rub my cum into your face and lie there in the sun until
the alarm says to turn over. And leave it on until you go clean up later,"
Mr. Smith commanded.
I felt bad enough a few days ago having to swallow his cum. That
was probably worse but right now this felt scandalful. Rubbing some guys
cum in 'my' face and then letting it cook in the sun. The odor permeating
my nostrils as I lay there revolted.
Not much happened later that day except for me having to watch
video tips on, 'applying lipstick and other continuing education course on
cosmetics. Also there was a video on accessorizing.
Crap, I never felt like accessorizing but the video was nearly a
half hour long. I didn't want to feel like a fag. So I just thought of
myself as a girl.
I'm pretty sure gays don't want to be thought of or called fags
either. It is probably quite a derogatory statement from someone
straight. However, I guess it's acceptable if one of them says it to the
other. I don't know why people categorize other people.
A friend of mine, Duane said, "You don't need to put a label on
hamburger for someone to pick it up and eat it." Duane says things like
that. It's different from the way you would word it but it makes just as
much sense and sometimes it sounds even nicer.
As a woman I could watch the videos. As a man I couldn't. So I
watched them on my laptop sitting at my vanity glancing in the mirror from
time to time.
Again, I thought, I'm going to get this right. Maybe I can even
enjoy being a woman. "No," Michael told me. "Yes," Sandra said.

July 20th ? evening blog

Well, this was my one week anniversary and Mr. Smith celebrated
with quite a few changes.
First, in the morning, when I got up Mr. Smith's note simply said,
"pick out your own outfit today Sandra. Be creative."
So, it was my choice. I went to the closet before I even thought
about bathing. There was a choice and it would be mine. Wow!
Opening the closet door I saw three outfits. The first was white
ruffled short sleeve blouse with a short (almost mini) berry rouge tie
string skirt. The tag said Newport News. Next to that was the hobble
dress. And then there was this dress from some company called Coldwater
Creek. It said on the tag Paisley Perfection. It was two pieces and the
skirt part was very long. I thought it looked terrible.
So I decided to wear the Newport News sexy little outfit. Later I
wondered about my decision. Why did I choose a sexy outfit over the more
conservative one? Oh, and I'm sure you knew I wasn't going to wear that
hobble dress unless I had to.
There was also a box on the floor marked 'accessories.' Inside were
some things I didn't understand and some I did. I won't take you through
every thing but suffice it to say the shawl must have been for that ugly
dress. The gold ankle bracelet and pink fetishr were obviously for the
outfit I picked out. Picking out the earrings was easy part. One pair had
pink circles with a matching bracelet. I guess this was accessorizing!
Well, I took my bath. I shaved both my face and legs. Well, if I
was going to wear that short skirt without any stockings I couldn't do it
without my legs looking good. Especially since there was this bottle of
Sally Hansen Airbrush Leg spray I had seen on the counter in the bathroom
the other day.
About forty-five minutes later I was ready to get Mr. Smith's
breakfast. That was the fastest I had been ready on any day. I must be
getting better at this.
Which brings up this thought? Do you think I sound different? I
mean the way I am writing these blogs?
The reamister I ask was a compliment Mr. Smith gave me after breakfast
about my blogs. He said I was writing more maturely. He also said I seemed
more attentive and that this would make my time go better.
Several other things happened today as well. Mr. Smith said
starting tomorrow night I would be able to view my account and see my money
grow over the years.
"As you see the amount of money which will be yours I think you
will find these years to be more than worthwhile," Mr. Smith said. "The
Romans were very generous with the women they used."
Well, money did appeal to me. In case you forgot that's what got me
into the mess to begin with.
The morning was spent on a new task. Mr. Smith had me sit down at
my laptop and gave me a software DVD, a microphone connected to a
headphone. When the software loaded a screen came up saying, "How to Sound
like a Woman." At the same time a feminine voice said the same words in my
ears through the headphone.
My eyes nearly popped out of their socket. Was there no end to
this? Then the next screen explained how I would be instructed to use the
microphone and repeat several phrases in a feminine voice after a lesmister
had showed me how best to use my voice. Also, apparently I would not move
on to the next lesmister until I had successfully completed the one before.
Mr. Smith had explained the course would be in two parts with a
break for lunch. If I worked hard each part would last an hour and a
half. But if I didn't it could take until I got it right and I would miss
lunch.
With my headphones on and mic near my mouth I began. Of course the
first lesmister was for me to say, "Hi, my name is Sandra." You can't believe
how difficult it was for me to say 'Sandra' in any voice. I nearly cried as
my voice crackled out the words the first time. The voice in my headset and
the screen in front of me said, "Sorry, please try again." After six times
a little green box with a check mark and the word correct came up on the
screen and in my ear I heard, "very good, girl."
What I found out later was the twenty question test at the end of
each part was even more demanding than I had thought. Each question you got
wrong you had to go back to the section it came from and review that
phrase. This was not a pass fail course. It was a perfect score or repeat.
Saying my name Sandra was the hardest ordeal. On the test I failed
and had to go back twice before it had been implanted in the audible part
of my brain. It was better if I went slow, enunciated each word and
although I didn't have a woman's soprano I did manage an alto tenor to alto
voice. I sounded a bit like Kathleen Turner in some TV show I had
seen. This needs improvement I thought.
By 3:30 I was outside (I missed lunch but you knew I would) tanning
myself yet again. Mr. Smith said I would only have the one bikini so the
tan lines would always match. He said to be careful the bikini fit
perfectly over the old lines.
By 9pm I was giving Mr. Smith a blowjob. I had realized this was
going to be something I would be doing so there was no point objecting. I
just thought 'girl' and did it. Yes I swallowed.

July 21st ? evening blog

Oh cuckolds brownie. Oh cuckolds brownie. This couldn't have happened. I got up this
morning and the only outfit was the hobble dress so I put it on. I went in
to fix Mr. Smith breakfast but he was already in the kitchen. He
blindfolded me and said he wanted to take me out to the driveway for a
surprise.
Oh?cuckolds brownie..cuckolds brownie?..we got out to the driveway and I heard an engine
idling. Mr. Smith opened the door and said for me to get in. I didn't know
where we were going but I seemed to obey even more frequently now.
The car door shut. There was a knock on the window and I heard the
window come down. Then Mr. Smith's voice said, "Sandra, take your blindfold
off."
I did and saw Mr. Smith standing outside and I was inside alone in
the back of a limousine. The window was down about 6 inches.
Mr. Smith simply said, "And now Sandra it's time for you to meet
and live with your Romans."
With that the window of the limo rolled up. I tried the handle to
get out but it must have had youngproof locks because it wouldn't open. The
window between me and the driver was up and dark. The limousine started to
move forward. I felt the bump when we left my driveway onto the public
road. "Where were we going," I thought nervously?
Sitting back I began to cry.

July 21st ? Evening Blog (cont'd)

I couldn't see out of the limo and I'm not sure how long we drove
but I'd guess over an hour elapsed before we stopped. The sound of a gate
opening penetrated the thick windows of my capture and then the limousine
began to move forward again. This time it moved slowly and I heard the
crunching sound of gravel. I could feel twists and turns on what I imagined
could only be an extremely long driveway.
Finally, we stopped; my door was opened by a man in a dark blue
suit and a beautiful blue Hermes tie. He was accompanied by two massively
built men wearing the both matching grey slacks and t-shirts. These men
were muscled and their faces chiseled. You've seen them in Hollywood
movies. They are the heavies.
"Good morning Sandra, welcome to Rome," the suited man
said. "Please follow us."
He didn't even offer me an arm and when I tried to get out of the
limousine in my hobble dress I fell onto the gravel driveway and found
myself picked up by the two other men. I know I walked most of the way but
these men also held me, under my elbows, so at times I felt I was walking
on air.
Looking around I saw this extremely old mansion surrounded by very
mature trees with a driveway I had just passed over twisting through some
of the trees and then disappearing. The entire landscape was impeccably
maintained. And, the mansion looked as if it had been built early in the
20th Century but was also without a flaw. It seemed as if time had stood
still for this mansion. It was old but it looked as if the wear and tear of
time had never visited.
Before we got to the front steps four Dobermans came barking and
running around the corner of the mansion. They moved quickly and looked
terrifying. I froze like a deer in a set of headlights. The two burly
escorts stepped back leaving me alone and scared.
As they neared me the suited man simply said, "Stay," and they
stopped. Their teeth, bared and gleaming white formed a menacing sight and
their growl only reinpowerd the feeling I was having. I felt they were
warning me never to wander alone on the property. I had seen enough movies
to know what their demeanor meant but now I faced them without a screen to
protect me. My spine tingled with fear.
Suited man said to the dogs, "Sniff Sandra, Remember." Just three
words like an old computer command. The four Dobermans responded at once
and came around sniffing at me. I nearly peed from fear.
I only remember the feeling of such a penetrating horror once
before in my life. I was a teenager at another school's year end dance. A
pretty redhead girl had come outside to the cool air where I was
standing. Without any advancement on my part she started kissing me and our
tongues met. A moment later her boyfriend and his friends came out. The
boyfriend simply said, "Hey, what are you doing with my girlfriend?" Our
kiss ended and I turned to face him. He was definitely both stronger and
older. In just moments he had thrashed me nearly to tears. The fear I felt
then, I felt now. But that time I did pee in my pants and the boyfriend
laughed and his girlfriend walked off with him arm in arm. I still wonder
whether her motivation was the kiss or to see her boyfriend in action. Some
desire by her to heat his testosterone to boiling so she would melt in his
arms later.
"Now go," suited man said and the Dobermans ran off.
After what happened with the dogs and the burly men by my side, I
found myself sinking deeper into being Sandra. I didn't even want to be
Michael. I wanted to be protected by these men from those dogs. I could
smell their masculinity and it felt safe.
Why am I acting this way? I want you to know the truth but when I
read what I've written here to you I wonder why I am more Sandra now then
Michael. I know he's here but it is hard to find him when Sandra is here in
the present with her shaved body, satin panties, bra, stockings, heels,
hobble skirt, perfume, eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, creams, powders,
lipliners, lipsticks, lip gloss, filed nails, pushed cuticles, nail polish,
toenail polish, earrings, necklace, bracelet, ankle bracelet and a barrette
in my hair.
At those times I feel there is no way that Michael could show
himself.
We walked inside through the old walnut front door and onto a
limestone floor as a magic carpet to a very strange land. There before me
was a grand foyer with a chandelier, staircase and old paintings. People
were walking about but I didn't have a chance to see who they were because
the two muscular men put their hands under my elbows again and turned me to
my right and glided me into a small office with a gentleman sitting behind
a dark walnut desk. The suited man closed the door behind me and remained
in the foyer.
The office had a fireplace which was out of place for the area of
the United States where I lived. There was a mantel with the various silver
cups and cut glass pieces. Above the fireplace was an old limestone crest
that was set into the wall covering the chimney. It had a bit of soot in
the crevices and appeared very old. It caught my attention as I stood there
waiting.
In the center was a raised likeness of the Roman Coliseum. Under
that but still on the limestone crest, in what looked like an open scroll,
were the Latin words "Tyranus Effeminatus Hominum."
I stood trying to think what it meant. I hadn't studied Latin but
the first word reminded me of "Jurassic Park", Tyrannosaurus, and that
didn't bode well in my bosom. The second word, Effeminatus seemed pretty
clear making the feeling even more unpleasant. Especially since the word
connoted exactly what I looked like right now. But the third word, Hominum
I just didn't understand and as I phrase I was lost as to its meaning..
The gentlemen at the desk continued rummaging through some papers
on his desk. He didn't even acknowledge my presence but of course he knew I
was there. Why was he so rude and demeaning? The two burly men beside me
stood at attention and didn't budge. I was nervous. Here I was a man
looking and smelling like a girl in my hobble dress while the other men
looked and smelled like the men they were.
Looking at the crest again I could see some small Roman numerals
under the phrase I hadn't been able to decipher. They had soot smeared over
them and were they were small but in just a few moments I discerned the
numerals as MDCCCXXV.
That I could translate easily and my mind swirled with the thought
these Roman men had a club that was nearly two centuries old. Shit, now
that is an old men's club. What a tradition. What had I gotten myself into?
Not only didn't crime pay but the penalty seemed disproportionate for my
felonious theft. But, there was no way to roll back time so here I was.
The gentleman looked up saying, "Sandra you have entered a very
different segment of your life. In case it is not obvious to you; this is
where you will spend the rest of your five years. Over the next few days
you will attend training classes with the other girl who will be here
soon."
I wanted to sit down but when I moved forward one of the men pulled
me back and made me stand between the other man and him.
"Sandra," the gentleman continued, (I call him a gentleman by his
dress and manner. It became quite clear before long that the men here may
be a gentleman somewhere else but on these grounds they would be predators
only.) "I will explain a few rules to you briefly so that you don't suffer
an extremely red bottom because of ignorance. But remember, neither in the
law nor here is ignorance an excuse."
He walked around his desk, stopping in the front of it, putting his
hands on the desk behind him for support. I noticed a red band on his right
ring finger. It was like a wedding band except red. And of course it was on
the wrong hand for a wedding ring. I couldn't tell if it was just metal or
jeweled as his ring finger disappeared behind him.
"You will never take a liberty when a man is visible to you. That
means you may not sit on your own accord. You may not turn away. Also, you
will not talk unless spoken too. And you will not answer unless asked
too. You may not talk with any other slaves or plebeians except for the
time allotted each day and only within the bounds of talk you'll learn this
week. Also, after tonight your blog will continue but only on a weekly
basis. If you understand these few rules answer yes and nothing else."
So, my only answer could be yes or silence. I knew right away a
very red bottom would come from silence. I also presumed that escaping from
here would be difficult to impossible.
My red lips opened and the air from my lungs pushed up and powerd
out the word, "Yes."
"Good these men will show you to your room," he said. "Your laptop
will be in your room and you will be connected to an in house network. Your
status will determine your access and you can finish your blog for
today. But your next one won't be written or sent until July 28th and then
each Friday thereafter."
"One last thing, you can take the little earpiece out of your ear,"
he said.
As I began to hand it to him each of the burly men grabbed one of
my wrists and held me while the gentleman opened a box on his desk and took
something out that looked like a gun. Not a bullet gun but thinner and a
bit smaller. He walked behind me. He must have had a knife I hadn't seen
because I felt my hobble dress cut up to my waist. I dropped the earpiece."
"Don't move Sandra," he said.
And then almost instantly I felt the metal tip of the gun (at least
that's what I thought) against the lower part of my ass crack on the
right. Before I could shudder I heard POP! And then, a sharp quick pain,
yes, in my ass.
The gentleman came back around and I could see his red ring
clearly. The spot where he had shot me throbbed.
"Now Sandra," that is a homing device and that is all the
information you need to know."
With that he turned and began walking to back to the front of his
desk. The red ring sparkled from reflecting the light above. A jewel, I
thought, it's some kind of jewel. Then one of the men put his hand around
my upper arm. His fingers wrapped around easily. The circumference of my
arm was less then the circumference of his fingers so two of his fingers
overlapped his thumb. Quite easily he turned me around. He too had a ring
on his right ring finger. It was green. I could see it more clearly and it
didn't look like enamel. Instead it had the depth of an emerald except it
couldn't be since it circled the ring with a thin gold band of both sides
pinching it to the band. So, whatever it was, it had been inlaid into a
gold band. The little gold I could see was obviously eighteen carat due to
its very rich color. Gold was something I was quite familiar with although
there is no reamister for you to care about that.
I walked with them to the other door in the room. They stood there
looking at me, waiting. And, you won't believe it. Yes, I was to open the
door for them. At least dressed as a woman I expected some curtsey. But no,
instead they walked through the open door first and waited for me to close
the door and join them.
I felt denigrated as I walked down the hall following them. I could
hear voices as we passed beautiful wooden doors some of which had a large
oval inlay. Some of the inlays were green like these guards rings. Others
were red like the gentleman's and some doors had no inlay.
We walked through another door without an inlay and finally to a
small metal door which had two sliding pieces of steel. One at eye length
was about a foot square. The other was a ground level and was about two
feet by six inches.
I opened the door for them again but this time the men ushered me
in. As I walked into the room they pulled the door shut behind me. There
was no handle on my side. I was trapped in this small room or what I felt
at the moment was my cell. I had experienced more fear since Mr. Smith had
arrived at my house then in my entire life. And, this fear seemed to
compound with each day. More and more I this diminutive feeling washed over
me. More and more I felt the way I imagined a woman might feel alone on a
pirate ship. Actually, I would have traded places with her since I didn't
know how big this ship was but I did know it had just set sail on a five
year cruise.
There was a small mattress on the floor and a small wooden desk,
with a chair beside it, on which my laptop sat. The room was no more than a
twelve foot, sparsely furnished, square. The light from outside came
through a slit about six inches wide and two feet high and nearly a foot
thick. Clearly the outer walls of this mansion were quite impregnable.
In one corner was what I can only describe as an open closet with
some clothes on hangers and next to it a very small nondescript chest of
drawers. So, if I can paint this picture for you to see, I entered a metal
door in the middle of my room. Directly across was the outer wall. To the
left of the window slit was my mattress elongated on the perpendicular
wall. The desk was to the right of the window and if you turned around the
open closet would be to the left of the metal door.
On the opposite wall from my bed there was an archway. I walked
through and there was my bathroom. Unlike my room, the bathroom was large
for any bathroom. By measurement I guessed it to be nearly twice the size
of my room. It contained a claw foot tub, a sink, a toilet and a very nice
vanity table with plenty of lighting. There were beautiful fine Egyptian
white towels and a matching robe. The walls were white tiled to the ceiling
with inlaid mirrors making it easy to see yourself from all sides. The
vanity table had a large makeup mirror extending out from the wall. This
bathroom was much nicer then the one Mr. Smith had taken away from me. The
little history I could remember faintly reminded me of the Romans
proclivity towards water, baths, cleanliness and freshness. For this nice
reward I breathed my first sigh of relief since arriving in Rome.
But enough of these details.
I went back into my room, over to the desk because I had seen the
same crest I had seen earlier on my laptop screen.
TYRANUS EFFEMINATUS HOMINUM glared the screen. I sat down and
pressed enter.
And, so as not to take all night writing about what happened today,
I'll try to be as brief as I can. You are still here, aren't you? You may
be my only tie back to Michael because you will know the whole story of how
my life changed. Please be here. I need you.
The screen came alive with a video. Apparently my Rome was divided
into several sects. At the top of the order were the Senators and their
Feminum. Those of this sect wore red rings. Next were the Equestrians and
their Effeminatus. Those of this sect wore green rings. No man was in a
sect below. (You know what I mean. I wasn't considered a man here.) So the
next sect below was the Plebeians and they wore black rings. And finally
the lowest sect was SLAVES and they had no ring. It was to this sect I now
belonged.
The video also explained I would only be entitled to information
based on the sect I was in.
Shit, I am so bored with this crap. Two hundred fifty weeks left
and already the world I had known, not just as a man but as an American,
had disappeared, vanished.
I heard a metal door open and a tray with food and take slid under
the door. There was a note on an expensive note card with the same crest
I've already talked about saying, "Do not despair Sandra. Today will be a
day of resting in your room; Time for you to get acquainted with our Rome
and for you to learn a bit of our customs. The only other time you will be
confined to your room, except at bedtime, will be for serious infractions
that a spanking can't correct. Most girls here learn what is expected from
them and never find themselves locked in their rooms after their first
night. A few take a bit longer. I hope you'll be in the former." It was
signed with just a large red S.
The food on the tray was beautifully presented and although a light
low calorie meal it was wonderful. The take was water. Over the next hours
I learned much of what my life would be like as a slave. I also learned
that a slave could become a plebeian and a plebeian could become an
effeminata and finally one could become a Femina. However the video didn't
say how. Apparently that would be classroom learning.
The afternoon turned to evening. I examined my closet and chest of
drawers. Although a slave wore a gray skirt and white blouse, there was
much more than drabness to the garb. The clothes were cut short and flowed
very sexily. Or lingerie consisted of black embroidered panties with a
matching bra; black thigh highs, again embroidered at the top and attached
to our black garter belt; three and a half inch black heels; a black fetishr
and a black frilly ribbon for our hair.
Also it was expected that we wear fuck me red nail polish with fuck
me again red lipstick. That's not what the video said but it sure was the
meaning. Also our makeup should be proper for the time of day and whether
inside or out. Finally our perfume would be Opium which we would use more
liberally then most girls would. I guess you might say we were to look like
fuck-me slave sluts.
Funny, I say we, yet at this moment I don't know if there is
another slave at all. But the 'gentleman' had said another slave was
arriving later today. I wondered if she had arrived. I found it even
stranger that my mind so readily attached the word 'slave' to both her and
I.

July 28th ? weekly blog

You are there, aren't you? You must be or I'll lose my mind. Yes,
you must be. The Romans haven't lied about anything so why would they lie
about you. I'm so glad to have a chance to talk with you again. It's been
such a long week. So much has happened I can't even try to tell you about
it in chronological order. Instead I'll use the strongest memories first.
I was bringing a take to a Senator in the common area when it
happened! More then half the house and most of the grounds are off limits
to slaves. Oh, and yes there are other slaves (more about that later). Well
just as I was nearing the Senator I bumped into an Equestrian. I think he
moved into my path?.don't even think it Michael, my bottom seemed to
answer.
So I bumped the Equestrian and said, "Excuse me." That was not a
good idea. These Equestrian was quite large compared to my moderate frame.
He turned and with his hand wide open slapped my face. I didn't
want to but I started crying. And that?s another rule. You can cry and
whimper but no yelling or shouting. For me, at that moment, the crying felt
more natural anyhow
Then this Equestrian grabbed my ear and twisted me right up close
to him saying into my pained ear, "walk with me you little slut
slave. We'll let every Roman here today enjoy your punishment.
Struggling alongside him with my heels clattering, the silky
stockings climbing up my legs until the naked skin of my exposed thighs and
then the stockings continued by the small bands of the garters which ran up
to my waist and wrapped my waist with the black garter belt. As such I
could only respond as a girl in trouble. I wanted to beg but knew I wasn't
allowed to talk. So, I whimpered little sounds as the Equestrian pulled my
ear and thereby dragged me to the center of the great room.
Senators, Equestrians and Feminum were either sitting around
talking or standing amused while watching me stumble in my high heels with
my ear being pulled. I finally arrived at his destination.
Then the Equestrian said to me. "Bitch, you will not be bound but
you will be punished. You will stand here and when anyone approaches you
lift your skirt, turn and give them a good target to mete out your
punishment. Your punishment will not end until a Senator says you may
go. Until then you will remain here obedient and docile.
Still whimpering outside, inside I was begging Michael to come back
and rescue me. But he had almost disappeared. And how could he rescue
me. Michael was not much of a man compared to these Romans. Physically
Michael was week. He had always relied on his learned s*******s to compete
with other men.
So much training had occurred during the week I had forgotten about
Michael until writing this blog. Do you know why? Why am I Sandra? Oh yes,
I remember. I think I know why I am. At least one of the reamisters must have
been exactly because Michael was not physically much of a man. And the
other reamister I thought of was?. (This part is censored by a Senator)
There I stood in the center of the room. A Senator, (you know them
by their red rings. Did I tell you that?), approached. I shook in fear. I
had been spanked several times already over the past two weeks. And more
often since I had arrived in Rome but I had not been spanked in a public
forum. (Oh my, isn't that (forum) Roman too?) As he neared I felt his eyes
burning through my mascara eyes. He was flush from takeing and had a small
grin of dominance.
I lifted my skirt and turned around with my black pantied clad ass
facing him; almost asking him to do what he did. Whaaaaack! The sting
beginning at the spot he hit on my ass and then sending in an instant the
flash of pain and humility to my brain. By the third hard whack my brain
signaled me to cry. By the fifth and final smack as I hung bent over
looking at the floor I could see the wetness of my presentation glisten on
the floor. Several tears had fallen by then.
"Slave cunt, stand up," he said
I reacted immediately especially after all the things I had learned
over the past four days in Rome before this ha occurred. I knew to just let
my skirt fall from my hands and I also knew not to let my hands even near
my sore behind.
But, what none of you probably know is the feeling of quivering I
felt as I submissively came back to erect. At that moment I knew what girls
feel when they say, "you almost made me pee in my panties." Although there
comment is usually about something funny it was just as poignant now. I had
not only lost control of Michael but at this moment I realized I didn't
even control Sandra. It was like a twist on Descartes. I am therefore I
can't think.
Over the next hour or so, slaves don't have portable timepieces; I
suffered at the hand of several Senators and a few Equestrians. By the time
my punishment was over my behind felt as if I had sat on a barbeque grill
for the past ten minutes.
Oh, I know, you wonder why I said 'timepieces.' That is part of the
training. It seems the goal is to push us into a world so different from
where we started we will only know of this world called Rome. I'll give you
some quick examples of what I mean.
The first morning after my arrival last week I attended a class
given by an Equestrian. My computer generated a map of Rome as a
slave. Where there were doors slaves could not enter the map did not
continue. The hallway I had walked with the Equestrians (as I found out my
first night of study alone) to my room continued on the map. Other then the
green door I had passed yesterday there was only one other non accessible
area which was clearly marked on my map as "Plebeian's." The green door I
had passed yesterday said "Effeminatus." The map showed several other doors
and the room they opened to.
For example, I had access to the Great Room but as the map showed;
even though there was no door I would be harshly punished should I have
entered the foyer where I came in. No room I could enter had another door I
could leave by even though all the rooms had more than one doorway.
Continuing with my first morning the classroom was a small room
further down the hall. It was the second door on my right. The first door
was the Slaves and Plebeians dining room. However, I was not allowed to use
the dining room until lunch time of my first day. Not until attending my
first class as the video had explained last night.
So, some time early in the morning a little bell sounded in my
room. I knew this meant for me to get up and get ready. I also knew the
next bell wouldn't sound for quite awhile but when it did I was expected to
leave my room immediately and go to my classroom. Since my little window
showed light was just beginning I guessed it was around 6am. I went into my
bathroom, filled the bathtub with warm water and a wonderful orange scented
bubble bath. I remember how nice lying in the tub was my first morning. The
warmth of the water and the orange aroma relaxed me and I didn't mind
shaving my legs, underarms, face etc. But, I did think about someway to
stop all this hair of mine from growing would certainly allow me more time
to just soak.
After my tub, I luxuriated in my bathroom. It was so nice compared
to my Spartan room. At some point, although by now my window showed it was
daylight, the second bell rang. Breakfast had been served through the slot
earlier (if you call it breakfast). There was a plain yogurt, green tea and
a slice of whole wheat toast without butter.
I left my room dressed in all my new lingerie, grey skirt (did I
tell you it had slits on both side?) and four inch heels. My makeup had
gotten better but no where near good enough. The red nail polish on my
fingers was done adequately but my toes looked a bit messy. I was happy
they were under the black stockings. And with my red lips covered with a
rich lip gloss I am sure I looked every bit the slave slut the Romans had
contemplated.
As I walked down the hall I passed two others of whatever I am
now. Neither had a ring on and I didn't know yet how to tell the difference
between salve and plebeian. Just so you know, the plebeians have a small
red ribbon band at the top of their stockings. It weaves in and out (red
and black) and I wasn't looking that closely my first morning.
As I realized later one day after learning how to tell the
difference, one was a slave about 25 years old. The other one of them was a
plebeian. She was five or ten years younger then me. It made me wonder
again why they would choose someone who was 38 years old. Wouldn't these
Romans want young nubile slaves? I found the answer to that at my first
class.
But, I digress, I entered the classroom. It was small with no
chairs or desk for the students but a desk and chair for the teacher. When
I got there the other slave was already standing in the room. She had
moderate cut brunette hair and was wearing the same thing as me. I did
notice her makeup wasn?t put on nearly as well as mine and she was a good
ten years older then me.
Our teacher entered. He was an Equestrian.
"Good morning Lauren and Sandra," he said. "Let us begin."
And with that the next three hours were spent standing except for a
ten minute break every hour when we could sit on the floor. It was here,
earlier in the week, when Lauren and I knew we would be friends.
We learned, between that morning and the next day of class, most of
what we needed to know about Rome. And our laptops revealed nearly all the
rest of life as a slave slut.
In class we learned permission to talk with each other was granted
in either the dining room or another room which was further down the hall
on the left. Lauren let out a little 'uh' when our teacher said its name,
'Penetralis.' I nearly fetishd. But I think we were both misunderstood by
our teacher.
"Girls," our teacher said, the word 'Penetralis' "does not mean
some sexual thing to get giddy over.'Penetralis' is Latin for a meeting
room. It is here you can relax a half-hour before and after dinner."
The strangest part of this wasn't the word, 'Penetralis', but
instead it was the first time I hadn't cringed hearing myself referred to
as 'girl.' Why do you think that was? I spent some time later thinking
about it. Is it possible I had some deep desire to be a girl? I tried to
think back on my life. I'd never sucked a cock. I'd never had a cock in any
part of me. Oh, I had noticed in college and then again in the men's room
at work that most men seemed more endowed. But, I had never heard a woman I
went out with complain.
Oh, sorry. As we learned from our laptops each room was marked in
Latin and I'm sure you don't want me telling you each one. But to begin my
Latin knowledge with things like, Tyranus Effeminatus Hominum and then
Penetralis didn't really make me want to be an avid student.
There are so many things to tell you about over this past week but,
according to the rules, I only have one minute left before I must end this
blog.
So, I'll tell you this. A slave can become a plebeian by meeting
both known goals and unknown actions which are voted on by the
Equestrians. I don't know what goals and I am watching the other slaves and
plebeians to see if I can discern them.
Lauren is already acclimating much quicker then I could. She told
me yesterday she had heard two plebeians talking in the dining room about
how much nicer their bedrooms were. Maybe I'd better try to see what I can
do. There are only two other slaves. One seemed to cry everyday by herself
and the other seemed a little nutty when Lauren and I said hello to her
earlier this week. Until next week!

August 4th ? weekly blog

So, as you found out last week, my time writing these blogs is
constricted. I can't tell you everything and I'm not sure what is important
to you but what I do tell you is in order of how it affected me.
Earlier this week I found out the slaves are rarely used
sexually. This apparently is different from the real Rome. Lauren and I
could only surmise we had to earn the right to be sexually used. We both
wondered if this was one of the unknown actions necessary to be further up
in Roman society.
Can you believe it? I am thinking about social climbing by doing
something that would, in the eyes of the Equestrians, seem sexually
desirable.
I'm not going to tell you all the goals. Most of them you can
figure out such as our conversation can only be about how we put on makeup,
shaving our legs, thoughts and actions of femininity. Violation of such was
swift and as of yet unknown.
The crying girl came over, where Lauren and I were sitting, while
we were relaxing in the Penetralis and began to say something about how she
didn't belong here. She was a man not a girl. Well, faster then the words
crossed the air to our ears two Equestrian guards came in and forcibly
removed her. We haven't seen her now in over three days and we can't even
talk about it.
So, I'm thinking to myself, 'did they put her in isolation.' This
seemed pretty funny because we were already in 'isolation.' And then a dark
thought came about perhaps they *******ed her. And rather then laugh that idea
off, it repeated itself in my brain several times and sent shivers up my
spine. So I as Camus described in L'Estranger and so aptly put in these
words from 'Gone With The Wind', "I can't think about that right now. If I
do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."
Oh, I'm sure you are wondering, 'what do the slaves do?' "Who
cleans and cooks?" I tell you about that later but first I have to tell you
this. I think I have cleverly come up with an 'unknown action.'
Yesterday when I was in the game room, (you don't need to know the
Latin name for everything do you?) an Equestrian was walking by and looking
at me. I turned my eyes down and moved my face to a profile. He
stopped. Now at that moment I had two thoughts. First, I had done something
to make a man stop. And second, was this a good idea?
He took my hand and put it down his loose drawstring pants. (All
the Romans here wore that kind of pant and a loose shirt. The pants had
gold stripes along the zipper flap indicating their rank. The more gold
stripes on their zipper flap indicated their rank. More on this later but
you have to get really close to know. So slaves have to check rings and
crotches at all times. I'll tell you why later.
I could only see one stripe on this Equestrian. My hand went behind
his pants as he held my wrist. Michael screamed inside me to stop. Not to
do it. I hesitated for just a second (that hesitation cost me later)
swallowing Michael and my pride I opened my hand and felt his thick cock
fall into my hand. I had never held a man's cock. What little of my
manliness I had maintained scurried off in an unknown corner of my mind.
You know I sucked Mr. Smith off but for some reamister this act felt
lowlier than Mr. Smith's cock in my mouth. It was even more humbling then
holding Mr. Smith's cum in my throat.
Can you understand what I am saying? Does it make any sense? Just
writing it here and now I felt tears come to my eyes. Could this feeling be
a reamister why? I know I've told you the other two reamisters, Michael appeared
more effeminate and of course the biggest reamister why I am here is the fact
that I(???censored).
As I held his cock, the Equestrian looked at me and I kept my gaze
on his crotch. This we had learned in class. That was the reamister for the
stripes. It was for us to know their rank. It was for us to respond based
on their rank. You see an Equestrian with one stripe could not do what a
Senator could do. There was much regimen to this 'men's club'.
The Equestrian said, "Slave, try and become a Plebe and I'll let
you suck my cum into you. My cum in you will enhance your submissiveness
moving you forward on your journey."
Here was a clue to my life in Rome. Just as the teacher had said in
class and Lauren and I had talked about one day at lunch time. For a moment
I didn't even realize my hand was holding his cock.
The Equestrian, still grabbing my wrist, pulled my hand from his
crotch to my face saying, "Sniff the essence of your life. And stand in
that corner smelling your hand until a man gives you permission to leave."
I walked to the corner with my hand to my face. The smell was deep
of testosterone. It wasn't perfumed nor was it dirty. It was the smell of
man. A smell I hadn't had in weeks. It penetrated my nostrils and filled my
air passages. I could feel the osmosis of his aroma become a part of my
body and then I fainted.

August 11th ? weekly blog

Oh, yes, I wanted to tell you what a slave is here and I am trying
to become a Plebeian and I'll tell you why. I'm not always sure what I've
said before. Did I tell you I can't keep copies of blogs? So if I repeat
myself on something or forget something you'll understand.
When I first heard the word Slave it conjured up all sorts of
images. From servitude of cleaning, cooking to the more frightening concept
of various records over the millennia about what had been done to
slaves. But we slaves in Rome were different. We didn't have to cook or
clean. There must have been others who did that. I know it's not the Romans
because I've heard them talk about the 'staff'.
We do hear things. It's odd when someone is feeling you up (gosh,
that is the phrase a girl would say but I said it. Guys don't say that when
a girl is touching them. What do they say? I can't remember).
But the Romans will take their liberties and talk amongst
themselves. I could be in the Great Room standing by a Senator sitting in a
big leather chair with his hand on my thigh where my stockings and skin
meet as he talked with another Senator who was just walking pass the
Senator.
So, we didn't have to do that. Oh we may be asked to get a take
from the bar for him. And we had learned how to make several takes and how
to prepare a cigar for a man. (Did you know women used their nails
centuries ago to pinch the tip of a cigar for the man? Men didn't prepare
their cigars then and they don't here in Rome either.)
Oh, so often I go off on a tangent. Anyhow this is the time I heard
the extra cost for help was all the secrecy and the cost of maintaining
their one mile underground subway car. Apparently there were no windows and
one of the staff had complained it was claustrophobic.
That was all I learned then about 'staff' but I also learned
something more frightening about myself. I could feel myself getting a bit
aroused and the Senator knew it. He had me standing there for nearly an
hour as he kept putting his hand under my skirt. He'd put a finger on the
elastic band of my panty wear my leg came out. Just move it a few inches in
either direction. I could barely stand.
I guess I also forgot to tell you something else which may help
explain what was happening to me. Slaves were not allowed to, how do I put
this? Michael would have said, "Jerk off." Now nearly a month had gone by
and I hadn't had an orgasm. I think I got more aroused because of this. And
don't you dare say, "What about when you were at your house with
Mr. Smith?" Because there was no way I even thought about it then.
However, I have thought about it a lot this past week. Especially
since I have fifty-nine months left to go and with the implant, the dogs
and obviously other security measures it didn't seem like I'd be out of
here before I would explode. Also, since there was no way I would be having
any sex with a woman, I thought it would be better for me to think like a
woman and then if I had sex with one of the Romans I could cum.
Oh, gosh, (where are my curse words) I hope whoever is reading this
isn't one of those people who think, this is impossible. No way would I do
that. No way would I think that. Please when I get out of here, if one of
you are like that don't even tell me.

August 18th ? weekly blog

Was my last blog shorter then the others? I'll tell you why I
ask. I seem to remember I had finished before my allotted time was up. Why
wouldn't I have kept writing?
Good news, lauren, gave me a heads up on another way to get to be a
Plebe. (Oh, the small L in lauren makes you wonder if I've lost my
grammatical sense. Not, here in Rome we are allowed to send emails, one a
day, to a friend. Lauren decided she preferred the small L. Only problem is
this fucking Microsoft software keeps capitalizing it at the beginning of
every sentence no matter what I do. Hey, where is their stock? Last I
looked it was around 23 in July.)
So, lauren said to me she had curtsied at one point and was told
she was improving. Between ourselves, yes she's my girlfriend, we've
discussed many other ways to improve our lot and hopefully go forward.
And, you won't believe this. I checked my account the other day and
it was nearly $1,000,000. I guess they were telling the truth. They must
have sold my house etc and put it all in this number (I don't know if it's
in Stocks or Bonds.) The good news is I thought everything I had would be
worth around $700,000 (excluding the money from Michael's dumb ass
scam.). Is it possible they are crediting my account with that money?
I hated the last time I was punished. It was much worst then that
time before when I hesitated. Did I tell you what that Equestrian made me
do with my hand in the corner? Stand there with his scent on my hand
breathing it in with my nose. What a mean thing and he said I could only
breathe through my nose.
Well this was much worse and I didn't even do anything. I was
walking in the Sun Room. Oh, that's another room where we can go. It has
these multi-paned windows all the way around so it was just gorgeous seeing
the outside again in so broad a stroke. Also the Sun Room has some steps
leading to a small walled garden with a Sun Dial. Yes with Roman Numerals.
Lauren seems to have progressed a bit faster than me since she was
given permission to go to the Sun Room two days before me. I tried to be so
good those two days.
Also, I've learned the Romans are fairer about some things. Once
you are given an advancement it is never taken away. It's a bit like
hopscotch. I'll have to tell you more about that later but yes we have a
regular workout routine and a gym for Slaves and Plebeians.
But I'll get back to my punishment while I was in the Sun Room. I
was standing near a window looking out at the sky. You can't see too much
since there is a wall and hedge higher then my eyes to see over (or
lauren's) but nevertheless it was beautiful. I could see treetops and blue
skies. I could feel the warmth of the sun. It was so nice this new, what
should I call it, reward?
I seem to digress more and more. I didn't do that much as
Michael. Wait a minute I'm still Michael. Can someone forget themselves?
This Equestrian came over to me and told me to bend over and touch
my toes (you do as you are told around here). Then he lifted up my skirt,
slipped my panties down and spanked me at least twenty times on my ass. His
smacks really stung as if he was an expert spanker. When he was finished he
said for me to stay like that until Roman said I could stand back up. This
seems to be the way they do things. So far every time I'm punished the
Roman tells me someone other then they will end my punishment.
I'm so tired now; I'm going to bed early. See you next week.

Une pute bcbg


Bénédicte De Saint-Preux, assise à l'arrière de sa Mercedes, était occupé à rédiger la liste des invités pour le repas qu'elle doit organiser à la demande de mister mari. Elle était concentrée, prenant grand soin à n'oublier permisterne. Il ne fallait pas commettre d'impair. Au volant de la Mercedes, Charles, le chauffeur de Monsieur, demanda à Madame si elle comptait effectuer des achats ou si elle souhaitait rentrer directement.
Elle leva les yeux, scrutant la nuque sombre de mister chauffeur. venant de la Martinique, Charles était très stylé mais aussi très impressionnant. Très grand, une carrure d'athlète.Bénédicte, un peu honteuse, c'est toujours demandé si la célèbre rumeur sur les blacks et la taille de leurs sexes est authentique.Elle y pense souvent quand elle est seule dans la Mercedes avec lui.
- Non, Charles, nous rentrons.
Charles accéléra, traversant le centre-ville, se dirigeant vers la demeure des Saint-Preux. Une grande bâtisse, un manoir qui se transmet de génération en génération, et qui se situait juste à la sortie de cette ville huppée, très collet monté, de la région parisienne.
Lui aussi se pose des questions.Il se demande si la rumeur qui prétend que les bourgeoises mistert toutes des salopes en puissance et qui ne demande qu'a être un peu « forcée » pour devenir des vraies chiennes en chaleur est authentique ou n'est ce qu'un fantasme ? Il jeta un coup d'oil dans le rétroviseur, observant à la dérobée sa patronne. Elle était encore pas mal pour mister âge.Bénédicte, qui flirtait avec la cinquantaine, avait encore de beau reste. Il lorgna sur les jambes de sa patronne, croisées très haut. La jupe du tailleur Yves Saint Laurent de Madame était remontée, dévoilant au regard du chauffeur ses cuisses charnues gainées de nylons noirs. Il se demanda si elle mettait des collants ou des bas. Il sentit mister sexe durcir dans mister pantalon.


A l'arrière du véhicule, Bénédicte sent les battements de mister cour qui s'accélère.Elle a surpris le regard de mister chauffeur posés sur ses jambes.Elle s'est senti rougir et se demande qu'elle attitude adoptée. Doit-elle le sermonner, le remettre a sa place ? Ne rien dire.Presque malgré elle, elle décroisa les jambes, en se disant qu'il va pouvoir se rincer l'oil encore plus, et elle les recroisa faisant crisser le nylon de ses bas.Une douce chaleur a envahit mister bas ventre. Elle s'ébroua mentalement et se concentra sur sa liste.


Le regard toujours rivé sur les cuisses de Madame, Charles ne voit le panneau « STOP » que trop tard et il le grille. Coupant la priorité a un groupe de jeunes en scooter. L'un deux voulant éviter la Mercedes, tomba à terre. Madame poussa un cri étouffé a l'arrière.Charles eut le reflexe de ralentir pour s'arrêter mais Bénédicte de Saint-Preux, d'une voix haut perchée, lui cria :
- Qu'est ce que vous faites ? Ne vous arrêtez pas voyons, roulez.
Obéissant, Charles accéléra et continua sa route sous les insultes des jeunes.
Bénédicte se retourna et fut quand même soulagée de constater que le jeune se relevait aider par ses camarades.
- Ne vous inquiétez pas Charles, il s'est relevé.
- On aurait du s'arrêter Madame, lui fit quand même remarquer Charles.
- Vous plaisantez ! Il n'avait qu'à faire attention, s'exclama Madame, pleine de mauvaise foi. Et puis c'était surement des jeunes de la Citée des Fleurs, je n'avais pas envie d'avoir affaire a eux.
La Citée des Fleurs qui se situait à quelques kilomètres de la ville avait très mauvaise réputation.Trafic de drogue, émeutes, La police y était souvent.
Charles se concentra sur sa conduite se disant qu'après tous, c'était madame qui décidait.
Ni lui, ni Bénédicte ne s'aperçurent qu'ils étaient suivis.


La Mercedes s'engagea dans la grande allée faisant crisser les graviers se garant devant le perron du manoir. Charles descendit et ouvrit la portière à Bénédicte. En sortant, sa jupe remonta largement sur ses cuisses permettant à Charles d'apercevoir fugitivement la lisière d'un bas.En haut des marches, l'attendait Maria, la domestique des Saint-Preux. Chemisier blanc, jupe noire, collant clairs et ballerines vernies.C'est la caricature de la bonniche.
- Bonjour Maria, vous avez terminée la mise en place ?
- Pas encore Madame.
Bénédicte dévisagea Maria d'un air sévère...
- Qu'attendez-vous ma fille ! Activez voyons, ce n'est pas moi qui vais vous aider quand même !
Maria acquiesça et se dirigea vers l'office et les cuisines.Pestant intérieurement après cette salope de bourgeoise.
Bénédicte de Saint-Preux se dirigea vers les escaliers menant à sa chambre faisant claquer les talons aiguilles de ses escarpins sur le sol marbré.Suivi du regard par Charles.


Ils mistert trois.Ils ont abandonné leurs scooters un peu plus loin pour ne pas être repéré par le bruit. Ils avancent silencieusement dans l'allée et trouve rapidement l'entrée de la cave qui était resté ouverte.Les voici dans le manoir.

Bénédicte déboutonna la veste de mister tailleur. Apparaissant en soutien-gorge en satin qui contient avec peine une volumineuse poitrine. Elle retira sa jupe et enleva ses bas. Son esprit est ailleurs.Elle pense à Charles...Elle est excitée. Elle imagine Charles la rudoyant. L'insultant, la traitant de sale bourge mal baisée. Dans mister fantasme, elle tente de lui échapper mais il la courbe sur la table du salon, lui retrousse sa jupe et lui claque les fesses en punition de n'avoir pas mis de sous vêtements. Il a sorti sa queue.Elle découvre, horrifiée, que ce n'est pas une légende.Elle est énorme .Longue, épaisse, imposante...
Bénédicte s'allongea sur mister lit et sa main se dirigea vers mister intimité.Elle ferma les yeux, tout à mister rêve.
Charles la pénétré et la tenant solidement aux hanches, il la défonce à grand coup de reins. Elle sent mister membre aller et venir en elle.Elle pousse un gémissement. Charles l'insulte et elle mouille comme une folle. La cadence s'accélère.
Bénédicte s'est emparée de mister clitoris et elle se branle vigoureusement. Elle est trempée...


Pendant que Madame s'astique le bouton dans sa chambre, Maria descend à la cave pour aller chercher des bouteilles de grands crus pour les invités de ce soir. Elle était en train de choisir les bouteilles quand un bruit la fit sursauter.C'était Charles. Il s'approcha d'elle et sans un mot lui souleva sa jupe. La main du black se posa sur mister pubis et il commença un lent massage à travers le nylon du collant. Maria soupira.Leurs relation a commencé il y a quelque mois. Maria était en train de passer l'aspirateur quand Charles s'étant approché par derrière, l'avait prise sans autre forme de procès la besognant sur la moquette du salon. Sachant que Madame était dans sa chambre.Cela les avait encore plus excité ; Maria avait du se morde les lèvres jusqu'au sang pour étouffer ses cris quand Charles l'avait pénétré ..
Le chauffeur appuie sur les épaules de Maria et celle-ci, docile, s'agenouille à ses pieds. Il sort fébrilement mister sexe déjà à demi-gonflé. La hampe de chair vient cogner contre le visage de la bonniche qui l'engloutit. Mécaniquement, elle commence à le pomper. La bouche déformée par l'imposante queue.Sans se douter que dans l'ombre de la cave, les trois jeunes les observent.




Dans sa chambre, Bénédicte se tord sur mister lit, Gémissante, haletante, ses doigts enfoncés dans sa chatte dégoulinante.La pointe de ses seins est dure...Elle est brulante.Elle s'imagine à la merci de Charles. Bâillonnée, attachée, baisée comme une chienne.Ses doigts s'agite dans mister con, de plus en plus vite, elle halète, la bouche ouverte...Elle a soudain un orgasme foudroyant.Elle pousse un cri, mister corps se soulève et retombe. Elle reste inerte. Tentant de reprendre sa respiration.



Maria est à genoux sur le sol de la cave. Elle pompe Charles avec avidité. Son membre coulisse entre ses lèvres. Elle est complètement excitée. Sa culotte est trempée. Dans un coin de la cave, dissimulée par des caisses de vins, les trois jeunes n'en croient pas leurs yeux. L'un d'eux filme la scène avec mister téléphone portable. Ca fera des souvenirs.N'en pouvant plus, Charles retira mister sexe luisant et, se masturbant un peu, il éjacula, libérant des trainées de sperme qui allèrent s'écraser sur le visage de Maria.
Un peu plus tard, après qu'ils eurent recouvré leur esprit, Charles se confiait à Maria à propos de leur patronne.
- Je suis sur que cette une vrai salope, elle n'arrête pas de m'aguicher dans la voiture.
- Et moi ? T'as vu comment elle me traite ? Se plaignit la bonniche.
- Je rêve de pouvoir lui éclater mister cul.
Maria ne répond pas.Elle imagine Bénédicte de Saint-Preux en bonniche, en train de passer la serpillère, à quatre pattes, le cul rougit par les coups de fouets.
Arrêtant la leur fantasme commun, Charles et Maria remontèrent.



Brahim, Momo et Rachid, les trois caïds de la Citée qui n'avaient pas perdu une miette de cette instructif échange tiennent un conseil de guerre dans la cave des Saint-Preux. Ils décident de rester et de continuer à jouer les voyeurs...

Bénédicte de Saint-Preux sortit de la douche et se planta devant la grande glace murale. S'observant un instant. Ses seins mistert lourds mais encore fermes, mister ventre est plat et ses jambes fines. Malgré ses cinquante ans, elle pourrait rivaliser avec une jeune fille.Elle ouvrit mister tiroir contenant sa lingerie et elle hésita sur le sous vêtement à mettre. Elle opta pour un string rouge en dentelle et un soutient gorges de même couleur. Un peu osée, mais elle sait que mister mari, Guillaume, appréciera. Peut être feront il l'amour ce soir ? Cela fait un moment que ça n'est pas arriver. Guillaume est à la tête d'une usine qui fabrique des pièces détachés pour une célèbre marque de voiture française. Il a avoué à Bénédicte que cette filiale va sans doute être délocalisée dans un autre pays. Un plan de restructuration a été prévu qui annonce des licenciements. De dures négociations avec les syndicats s'annoncent déjà. Elle mit un porte-jarretelles et y accrocha des bas. Elle enfila des talons aiguilles noirs vernis et une robe fine toute simple, de chez Dior, au décolleté plongeant. Elle veut être élégante pour le dîner de ce soir. Faire plaisir à mister époux et être sexy pour lui. Depuis quelques temps, elle le sent distant, préoccupé. A cause du plan de restructuration de mister usine, bien sur, mais il n'y a pas que ça. Elle se demande si cela a un rapport avec la discussion qu'ils ont déjà eu. Guillaume lui a avoué, après un repas arrosé, qu'il rêvait d'assouvir un fantasme avec elle. La voir se faire prendre par plusieurs hommes lors d'une partouze.Comment appelle t'on ça, déjà ? Il lui a dit.Un gang bang, c'est ça.Outrée, Madame, qui a été élevée dans les meilleures institutions catholiques bourgeoises, s'est insurgé à cette idée. Et depuis, Guillaume lui fait un peu la gueule.Et surtout ne la touche plus.




Un bruit de verre brisée fit sursauter madame qui tapa du pied.Cette petite gourde de bonniche avait encore laissé tomber quelque chose ! C'était la troisième fois cette semaine ! Folle de rage, Bénédicte sortit de sa chambre et descendit l'escalier.


Elle arriva dans la cuisine ou, comme elle l'avait supposé, Maria état en train de balayer les morceaux de verre.
- Mais quelle gourde ! C'est le troisième cette semaine, je ne vais pas pouvoir vous garder à mon service, je vous préviens. Vous êtes vraiment une petite idiote, ma fille !
Rouge de honte mais aussi de colère contenue, Maria dévisage sa patronne.
- Vous n'avez pas le droit de me parler comme ça !
Eclat de rire de Madame.
- Mais j'ai tous les droits ma petite, dont celui de vous virer !
La porte s'ouvre derrière elle, c'est Charles qui vient d'entrer. Il s'approche silencieusement.
Deux bras puissants ceinturèrent Bénédicte qui poussa un cri.
Ne comprenant pas au départ, elle reconnut les bras de Charles.
- Mais ! Qu'est ce qui vous prend Charles ! Lâchez-moi immédiatement !
Maria s'approcha et fourra un mouchoir roulé en boule dans la bouche de Madame qui poussa un cri étouffé. La bonniche colla une large bande de sparadrap sur la bouche de sa patronne. Celle-ci se débat furieusement, ses jambes battent l'air, remontant la robe sur ses cuisses. Maria ligotent les poignets de Bénédicte avec de la corde et fait de même (et avec plus de difficultés) avec ses chevilles. Puis Charles lâche le cops de Madame qui titube. Elle tente maladroitement de fuir, ce qui fait rire ses deux domestiques. Ils ont décidés de se venger de cette salope de bourgeoise. Elle va en baver.



Charles a porté Madame dans le salon et l'a allongé sur la grande table. Il lui délie les chevilles et les attachent aux pieds de la table. Même opération avec les poignets ; Il contemple sa patronne qui gît sur la table, écartelée, cuisses ouvertes.Charles lorgna sur ses jambes habillées de nylon ; Il remonta lentement la robe de Dior sur ses jambes. Le porte-jarretelles apparut et le string rouge. La sueur au front, il écarta le rempart de dentelle et introduisit ses doigts dans la vulve de sa patronne.Son fantasme se réalisait enfin ! Il allait pouvoir la baiser comme une chienne. Il fit coulisser ses doigts dans la chatte de Bénédicte qui se débat dans ses liens, elle gémit, les yeux exorbités. Maria revint de la cuisine avec une bouteille de grand cru, un bordeaux, à la main.
- Attends, attends, j'ai une idée...
Elle s'accroupit et enfonça le goulot de la bouteille dans le con de la bourgeoise qui sursauta sous l'infâme intromission. Elle grogne à travers mister bâillon, gigote dans ses liens. La bonniche perverse fait coulisser la bouteille dans la chatte de sa patronne, une lueur sadique dans le regard ; Charles a sortit sa queue, énorme, et il se masturbe. Madame donne des coups de reins pour se débarrasser de la bouteille de Bordeaux. Maria la fait coulisser de plus en plus vite.Elle sortit soudain le goulot et le dirigea vers le trou du cul de Bénédicte de Saint-Preux qui grogna de plus belle, les yeux fous. Elle tenta d'introduire le goulot mais celui-ci ne passait pas. Elle retourna dans la cuisine et revint avec de l'huile. Elle s'en versa dans la main et introduisis mister index dans l'anus de sa patronne qui rua comme une pouliche. Se cabrant sur la table. Elle fit coulisser l'index puis introduisis mister majeur.Elle fit coulisser les deux doigts dans le cul de sa patronne. Charles lui caresse les seins à travers l'étoffe de la robe. Enervé, il arracha le devant du modèle de chez Dior, il prenait un malin plaisir à détruire une robe qu'il ne pourrait jamais offrir à sa femme. Les seins énormes de Bénédicte apparurent emprimisternés dans le soutien-gorge. Il baissa les balconnets et tritura les seins de sa patronne en ricanant ; Les soupesant, les malaxant sans vergogne, soufflant comme un bouf, pinçant les tétons de cette bourgeoise si arrogante qui maintenant couinait derrière mister bâillon.



- Viens la baiser cette salope !
Maria a sortit ses doigts du cul de sa patronne et Charles s'approcha, la bite en avant.Il se frotta un peu au cul de Bénédicte qui gémit. Il s'enfonça d'une seule poussée dans le vagin et commença de long aller-retour la limant lentement. Sa queue coulissait dans le con...Il donnait des coups de reins de plus en plus violent. Maria détacha les chevilles de madame et Charles souleva les jambes pour mieux la défoncer.
- Détache lui les poignets aussi, je veux la retourner cette salope.
Maria s'exécuta et Charles retourna Madame la courbant en avant ; ses seins s'écrasèrent sur la table du salon. Il remonta la robe autour de la taille et écarta le string. Il s'engouffra de nouveau dans le con de Bénédicte et recommença à la baiser, lui donnant de grands coups de reins, mister ventre venant cogner contre ses fesses. Il grognait à chaque coups de reins qu'il donnait avec fureur.Agrippé aux hanches de Madame, il ahanait de bonheur.Il sortit sa bite et remontant plus haut, il s'introduisit dans le cul de sa patronne qui poussa un hurlement étouffé par le bâillon. Il força et sa longue queue s'enfonça dans le rectum de Bénédicte. Il la saisit de nouveau aux hanches et se mit à la pilonner violemment. Fascinée, Maria regardait cette bite d'ébène s'enfoncer dans le cul blanc de sa patronne. Sa culotte était trempée.
Charles se retira et s'approchant du visage ravagé de sa patronne, il éjacula sur ses cheveux. Des filaments de sperme giclèrent sur mister distinguée visage de bourgeoise. Coulant sur mister front et mister nez.

Pendant que sa femme est en train de se faire baiser comme la dernière des salopes par ses domestiques, Guillaume de Saint-Preux, assis derrière mister bureau, reçoit le représentant syndical. Il lui a annoncé le plan de restructuration voulu par la Direction générale. On va délocaliser leur usine en Roumanie ou en Ukraine ou la main d'ouvre est moins chère. C'est la crise après tout.A 60 ans, Guillaume de Saint-Preux est un homme aux cheveux argentés, grand, mince. Comme sa femme, il ne se laisse pas aller. Il dévisagea Roger, le représentant syndical de l'usine. Il menace de l'empêcher de sortir de l'usine tant qu'un accord n'a pas été trouvé. Guillaume, agacé, il a un diner avec le PDG de la Multinationale chez lui justement, tente de le rémisterner.
- Allons, vous savez bien que c'est la crise ! Nous n'y pouvons rien.
Protestations de Roger qui menace d'avertir les médias.La belle affaire se dit Saint-Preux en esquissant un sourire.Son regard s'attarda sur Roger. Il eu une moue dégouté.Un ventre proéminent, barbe de trois jours, il était peu ragoutant le représentant syndical.
- Vous devriez réfléchir Monsieur de Saint-Preux, lâcha Roger d'une voix dangereusement douce.J'ai de quoi vous faire changer d'avis.
Sourire ironique de Guillaume.
- Je ne vois vraiment pas de.
- Ah oui ? Je parle de détournement de fonds, caisse noire, paradis fiscaux.
Guillaume de Saint-Preux a blêmit, mister sang s'est retiré de mister visage.Comment peut il savoir ?
- Mais de quoi parlez-vous ? croassa-t-il.
Mais il s'est très bien de quoi parle Roger ; Depuis 2 ans avec la complicité de sa chef comptable, Guillaume détourne discrètement des sommes d'argent qu'il met sur un compte en banque secret des Iles Caïmans.
- Mais.mais...Comment pouvez vous...Balbutia le Patron.
- Comment ? Vous allez voire...
Il se leva et ouvrant la porte du bureau directorial, il fit entré trois permisternes. Guillaume faillit s'évanouir en reconnaissant Mlle Pinaud, sa chef comptable. Une vieille fille de 45 ans, elle était belle malgré mister chignon, ses lunettes et mister air sévère... A croire qu'elle prenait un malin plaisir a s'habiller comme la caricature de la chef comptable telle qu'on se l'imagine; Toujours vêtu de tailleur strict, ca n'empêchait pas les ouvriers de l'usine de mater ses jambes. Elle a un visage apeuré et lui jette un regard suppliant.Avec elle, deux armoires à glaces. A mi-chemin entre King-Kong et Hulk.Avec certainement le même quotient intellectuel.Il les reconnait se mistert des ouvriers de mister usine. Carlos et André.
Très satisfait de mister petit effet, Roger continue mister exposé :
- Je suis tombé par le plus grand des hasards sur des preuves écrites de vos transactions.Ca trainait sur le bureau de Mlle Pinaud.
Regard furieux vers Mlle Pinaud qui baisse les yeux, effondrée.
- Que voulez vous ? demanda d'une voix plaintive Guillaume de Saint-Preux.
- Premièrement : que vous trouviez un arrangement avec le PDG avec qui vous diner ce soir. Qu'il ne ferme plus notre usine. Ensuite.Il va falloir rembourser ce que vous avez volé.
- Mais comment ? demanda Guillaume, interloqué. Il y en a pour plusieurs millions d'Euros...
Roger eut un regard triomphant.Noir. Il le tenait par les couilles !
- En nature, je vais demander un remboursement en nature.
La stupéfaction se vit dans les yeux de Guillaume.
- En nature ? Je ne comprends pas...
- Vous allez nous louer votre femme.Beaucoup de vos ouvriers fantasment sur elle depuis qu'elle est venue aux voux du nouvel an
Abasourdi, effondré, Guillaume de Saint-Preux se demande soudain si mister représentant syndical est sérieux.C'est une plaisanterie.Il ne vient pas de lui demander de lui louer mister épouse.
Roger se tourna vers la chef comptable...
- Toi aussi, tu va y passer, y a pas de raimister ! A poil !
Mlle Pinaud blanchi sous mister discret maquillage. Comme une automate, elle avança au milieu de la pièce. Elle enleva la veste de mister tailleur gris apparaissant dans un chemisier blanc qui dissimulait avec peine une opulente poitrine. Elle s'arrêta suppliant le délégué syndical.
- Je vous en prie, pleurnicha-t-elle, je vous donnerai ma part de l'argent.
Ricanement pervers de Roger...
- Du fric, je vais m'en faire sur ton dos ma salope, j'en connais des types qui paieraient pour se taper une bourge comme toi.
Mlle Pinaud se sentit rougir jusqu'à la racine des cheveux. Résignée, elle enleva sa jupe qui tomba à terre dans un froissement d'étoffe.
Son collant chair moulait ses fesses rebondit et sa culotte blanche. Elle déboutonna le chemisier. Son soutient-gorges, très sage également, contenait de petits seins. Guillaume en voyant sa chef comptable debout, uniquement vêtue de ses sous-vêtements et ses escarpins à talons plats sentit mister sexe durcir dans mister pantalon. Tous les hommes présents la regardent se réjouissant de sa soumission et de sa passivité. Peut être cela excite t'il la vieille fille ?
André, une lueur lubrique dans le regard, effleura la poitrine de la chef comptable. Celle ci sursauta mais ne protesta pas. Il s'empara d'un sein et le malaxa. Puis il monta les deux mains et tritura les nichons de Mlle Pinaud sans ménagements cette fois. On l'agenouille à terre et une bite noueuse, épaisse, celle de Carlos, apparut devant ses lèvres rouges carmin. Elle pose mécaniquement une main manucurée sur la bite et commença à le branler. Derrière elle, André la positionne à quatre pattes. Il lui déchire mister collant et baisse sa culotte. Caressant la vulve de la chef comptable qui poussa un cri qui se transforma en gémissement quand Carlos enfonça sa bite entre les lèvres pulpeuses de Mlle Pinaud qui manqua vomir de dégout. Il appuya sur la tête de la jeune femme, donnant des coups de reins pour faire coulisser sa queue entre les lèvres de cette esclave docile.La langue de Mlle Pinaud commence à lui lécher le gland, salivant dessus.Les bruits de succions envahisse le bureau. Guillaume bande comme un fou, il en a mal.Saisissant la chef comptable aux hanches, André la pénétra, un cri étouffé jaillit de la gorge de Mlle Pinaud. Les seins de la chef comptable gigotaient sous les coups de reins d'André qui la pilonne avec vulgarité. Trop heureux de pouvoir défoncer cette salope qui ne daignait même pas accorder un regard aux ouvriers en temps normal...Mais voila, la roue tourne parfois.La tête de la chef comptable monte et descend sur la queue de Carlos qui ricane.
- Mlle Pinaud aime la pine.
Eclat de rire d'André qui martèle le con de la chef comptable.
Carlos éjacula dans la bouche de Mlle Pinaud qui voulut recracher sa semence. Mais celui-ci pervers jusqu'au bout, l'obligea à avaler mister foutre. Mlle Pinaud obéit avec une grimace de dégout.
Voyant cette scène, André ne put se retenir plus longtemps, il se retira et Carlos contraignit la pauvre femme à se retourner lui faisant face.
- Ouvre la bouche, salope, tire la langue, regarde André dans les yeux. !!
Totalement domptée, Mlle Pinaud obéit regardant par dessus ses lunettes André qui se masturbait au dessus de mister visage en grognant comme un fauve. Il jouit libérant des torrents de sperme qui allèrent s'écraser sur les verres des lunettes de la chef comptable.
Roger se leva, exhibant fièrement un sexe imposant. Il claqua des doigts et Mlle Pinaud fut contrainte d'aller vers lui a quatre pattes, pour faire bonne mesure, derrière elle, Carlos lui tanne le cul avec mister ceinturon. Très vite, ses fesses rougissent. Le délégué syndical pervers agrippa le chignon de Mlle Pinaud et la contraignit à enfourner sa bite dans sa bouche. Elle hoqueta et commença à le sucer avec application. Elle commence à y prendre gout.La mâchoire déformée par la queue, la chef comptable gémit, étouffée par l'épaisseur de la bite. Il ne tarda pas à décharger dans la bouche de la chef comptable qui fut de nouveau contrainte d'avaler le sperme.

Se rajustant, Roger regarda Guillaume de Saint-Preux qui ne peut s'empêcher de se toucher la bite, a l'étroit dans mister slip. La vision de sa chef comptable devenue esclave sexuelle de ses ouvriers l'excite énormément.
- Il y a une réunion syndicale demain soir. Vous y êtes conviés ainsi que votre épouse. Qu'elle soit sexy mais très bourgeoise. Ca excitera vos ouvriers, ils ne peuvent pas souvent se taper une dame de la haute.Et ce soir soyez convaincant avec le PDG...
Il se tourna vers la chef comptable, affalée sur le sol.
- Quand a toi, dorénavant, t'es la pute de l'usine. Tu changes de look ! Demain je te veux en minijupe, des talons aiguilles et des bas.Plus de sous-vêtements.Tu seras à la disposition de tous les ouvriers de l'usine. Quand ils le voudront et ou ils le voudront. Tu n'as rien à leur refuser..
Les trois hommes sortirent du bureau laissant Guillaume de Saint-Preux et sa chef comptable, horrifiés, comprenant qu'ils étaient tombés dans un odieux traquenard

Rachid, Brahim et Momo n'en reviennent toujours pas de la chance qu'ils ont ! Ils ont été bien inspirés en décidant de suivre cette bourgeoise. Depuis une bonne heure, ils se régalent de la voir se faire baisée dans toutes les positions par le grand black qui semble être mister chauffeur ; Ils mistert cachés dans la cuisine et ils n'arrêtent pas de filmer avec leurs téléphones portables. Un vrai film porno ! Maintenant, la bourge est à genoux dans le salon en train de lécher sa bonniche qui gémit sous les coups de langue de sa patronne. Rachid a sortie sa queue et se branle furieusement. Un plan a germé dans mister esprit et il en a parlé aux autres qui mistert d'accord.Avec le film qu'ils viennent de « réaliser », ils peuvent faire chanter cette superbe bourgeoise.




Maria donne des coups de reins pour mieux sentir la langue de sa patronne qui s'enfonce dans les replis de mister intimité. Elle prend un pied immense à contraindre cette distinguée bourgeoise a la lécher.On imagine bien que c'est une première pour Madame de Saint-Preux ! Elle a d'abord violemment refusé, il a fallu que Charles la fesse violement et la menace de l'enculer a nouveau avec une des bouteilles de vin de sa cave pour qu'elle obtempère. Charles la branle sans ménagement, lui enfonçant ses doigts dans sa chatte dégoulinante.
- Elle est trempée cette salope !
Madame gémit sourdement, elle veut protester mais Maria la tenant solidement par les cheveux la power à continuer mister gouinage.Madame lui donne des coups de langue, léchant la cyprine avec un sale plaisir inavouable. Elle est trempée. Elle mordilla le clitoris de Maria qui poussa un cri bref et resta inerte sur la moquette.



Rachid décide de passer à l'action. C'est le moment. Les trois jeunes sortent de la cuisine provoquant la stupeur de la bourgeoise et ses domestiques. Maria encore à terre se relève et Charles, la bite à l'air, se dirige vers eux l'air menaçant.
- Dégagez de la, petit morveux !
Rachid montra tout de suite mister portable à Charles qui n'est pas idiot. Il a déjà compris. Conciliabule avec le jeune caïd. Pendant ce temps, Brahim et Momo s'emparent de Bénédicte et Maria qui poussent des petits cris. Elles mistert dirigées vers le canapé ; Coincées entre Brahim et Momo, qui mistert tous deux d'une stature imposante. Madame et sa bonniche ne protestes plus.
Le marché de la petite frappe est très clair. Si vous ne voulez pas que le film se retrouve sur Internet, il va falloir que la bourgeoise en chaleur soit très obéissante. Madame entend ses paroles et proteste :
- C'est hors de question ! Charles faites quelque chose !
Charles et Rachid s'affrontent du regard, se jaugent.Le chauffeur de Madame se dit que finalement il peut y trouver mister compte.
- Ok, mais ça sera pas gratuit ! Je te la loue.
Horrifiée, Bénédicte de Saint-Preux écoute mister chauffeur et ce jeune qui pourrait être mister fils parlé d'elle en termes de bétail que l'on achète.
La transaction financière se termine et les deux parties tombent d'accord sur un prix.
Rachid se tourna vers le canapé ou Brahim et Momo ont commencé l'exploration de leur nouveau jouet. Ils malaxent les seins de Madame qui tente de se dégager tant bien que mal. Rachid s'approcha sortant sa bite et la présenta devant la bouche de Bénédicte qui tourna la tête en faisant une grimace de dégoût. Il agrippa ses cheveux et la contraignit à avaler sa queue. Des larmes montèrent aux yeux de Madame. Les seins toujours maltraités par les deux jeunes, elle commença à sucer le jeune homme qui fit coulisser avec un plaisir sadique sa queue entre les lèvres pulpeuses de la bourgeoise.


Charles s'est approché de Maria, excité par la situation de voir sa patronne livrée à ces trois jeunes pervers. Maria aussi est excitée, mister fantasme se réalise pleinement : sa patronne va devenir leur esclave sexuel ! Mais pas seulement à elle et à Charles mais aussi à ces trois jeunes qui doivent jubiler a l'idée d'avilir cette femme d'âge mur.Les bruits de succions provoqués par la bouche de Bénédicte allant et venant sur la bite dressée de mister « acheteur » emplit le salon. Se mélangeant aux halètements de Brahim et Momo qui jouent avec les seins de Madame. On les lui tord, on suce les pointes des mamelons, on les soupèse.Momo se pencha et mordilla un téton ce qui fit couiner de douleur Madame. Brahim engouffra mister index dans le vagin de Bénédicte qui sursauta.Le bruit obscène des doigts de Brahim clapotant dans le sexe béant de Madame de Saint-Preux les fis rire.
- Ca joue les bourgeoises mais des qu'on la chauffe un peu ça coule comme une fontaine.
Maria posa la main sur la protubérance provoquée par l'érection de Charles. Elle le dégagea et le goba, sa langue commençant un ballet endiablé autour de mister gland.



Bénédicte de Saint-Preux fut mise à genoux sur la moquette. Elle geint sous les coups de langue de Rachid derrière elle. Pour la préparer a-t-il dit.Devant elle, Momo lui a enfoncé sa queue dans la bouche et elle le suce avec application. Son corps ne lui appartient plus, elle ne sait plus ou elle se trouve, elle est dans une semi torpeur.Toutes ses mains qui l'explore la rende folle...Folle de dégoût, de honte mais aussi de plaisir...Ses sens se réveillent.Elle poussa un cri, étouffé par la bite de Momo, quand Rachid, les mains crispés sur ses hanches, la pénétra. Son ventre vient claquer contre les fesses de Madame ; Ses gros seins ballottent dans tous les sens. Elle gémit sans discontinuer. Elle recrache le sexe de Momo pour reprendre sa respiration. Son corps est secoué comme un prunier par Rachid qui la pilonne avec vigueur.Brahim lui tourne la tête, la forçant à accepter sa queue.
Elle doit alterner entre les deux bites qui se présentent devant mister visage ravagé. Grimaçant sous les coups de queues de Rachid.
Charles a cambré Maria sur le bord du canapé et il la défonce comme un fou la faisant couiner de bonheur. La vue de sa patronne prise comme une chienne par ses trois jeunes le rend dingue !
Rachid c'est retiré de la chatte de Madame et il l'a allongé sur la grande table du salon, les jambes relevées à la verticale, il donne de violents coups de reins faisant tressauter ses seins. Brahim la tenant toujours par ses cheveux fais coulisser sa bite dans sa bouche accueillante. Rachid accéléra ses mouvements en grognant et sortit précipitamment, éjaculant sur le ventre de Madame. Aussitôt remplacé par Momo.


Brahim lui aussi sent qu'il ne va plus pouvoir se retenir.Il dégagea mister sexe dure et se branla au dessus du visage de la bourgeoise.Des jets de sperme fusèrent allant s'écraser sur le visage de cette bourgeoise prétentieuse. Les filaments blanchâtres lui souillèrent les cheveux, le front et coulèrent sur mister nez et ses lèvres.Rejoint par Charles qui déversa mister sperme sur sa patronne en grognant de plaisir.

Momo a obligé Madame de Saint-Preux à se mettre à quatre pattes au milieu de la pièce. Il s'agenouille derrière elle et pointe mister gland vers l'ouverture de ses reins. Bénédicte poussa un hurlement et tenta de s'échapper aussitôt retenue par Brahim et Rachid. Bénédicte remua des fesses ce qui excita encore plus mister tourmenteur. Elle sentit le gland powerr mister anus et elle gémit.
D'une vulgare poussée, Momo s'enfonça de toute sa longueur faisant hurler Bénédicte. Elle halète sous l'intromission. Les traits crispés par la douleur. Momo commence à bouger faisant aller et venir sa bite dans le cul de Madame. Il accéléra donnant des coups de reins de plus en plus violents, faisant couiner Bénédicte qui secoue la tête dans tous les sens. Haletante, gémissante.Momo lui défonce le cul en haletant, sa queue coulisse facilement maintenant dans l'étroit boyau.
Sentant le plaisir monter de ses reins, il se retira et voulant, lui aussi, humilier cette bourgeoise friquée, il l'obligea a se retourner et lui lâcha tout mister foutre sur mister visage.



Bénédicte de Saint-Preux, sa robe en lambeaux, les bas déchirés, est affalé sur la moquette de mister salon, recouverte de sperme. Elle tente de récupérer.Autour d'elle, ses tourmenteurs regardent le film sur leur portable et discute ensemble de la suite à donner :
- Faut mettre le film sur Internet.Y a des sites spécialisées pour ça.
- Faudrait pas qu'on la reconnaisse.
- On peut flouter le visage, pas de problème.
Se tournant vers Charles, Rachid lui demande si il peut lui louer Bénédicte pour l'emmener dans ça Citée.Charles ne s'y oppose pas mais pas ce soir car les Saint-Preux ont des invités, Mr et Mme Bourbon Dumas. Mr Bourbon Dumas est le Directeur général pour la France dune grande Multinationale américaine.
Intéressé, Rachid demande :
- Et la bourge de ce type, elle est comment ?
Charles eut un sourire entendu :
- 65 ans, encore pas mal, il parait.
- Ca nous en ferait une en plus.
- Faut voir
Bénédicte entend tout cela mais ne réagit pas alors que Charles et ses complices parlent d'elle en termes odieux. Elle pense a mister amie Marie-Chantal Bourbon Dumas.Allait elle, elle aussi, tomber entre les griffes de ces pervers ?

Bénédicte de Saint-Preux se prépare pour le diner sous l'oil attentif de ses domestiques devenus ses maîtres. Car Madame de Saint-Preux est bel et bien devenue leur esclave.Elle en a bien conscience et cela la révulse mais aussi l'excite terriblement. Les trois caïds, Rachid, Momo et Brahim mistert partis après avoir convenu avec Charles que ce week-end, il emmènerait Madame se faire partouzer dans une cave de leur citée. Maria, la bonniche de Bénédicte, s'impatiente.
- Que Madame se dépêche, ses invités vont arriver.
Bénédicte, rouge de honte, s'observe dans le miroir de sa chambre.Maria l'a forcée à s'habiller comme une pute !.Elle est vêtue d'un chemisier blanc transparent appartenant à Maria. Il est trop petit pour elle et il dissimule avec peine mister opulente poitrine. Ses seins débordent du soutien-gorge rouge que sa bonniche l'a contrainte à enfiler. La jupe également est trop petite et lui arrive au ras des fesses laissant apparaitre à chaque pas la lisière des bas-résilles, retenus par un porte-jarretelles. Ses escarpins rouges aux talons aiguilles en acier la grandissent et l'obligent à se cambrer. Pour l'humilier encore plus, Charles lui demande de mettre un serre-tête en velours dans ses cheveux. Ce qui lui donne un air encore plus pervers.Un coup de misternette retentit et Charles lança avec un regard égrillard :
- Que la fête commence !





Guillaume de Saint-Preux pénétra dans l'immense salon de mister manoir et fut étonné de n'y trouver ni ses domestiques et ni mister épouse. Il jeta un coup d'oil à sa montre, qui devait coûter le salaire moyen d'un ouvrier de mister usine, et se dit que Monsieur Bourbon-Dumas et sa femme n'allaient pas tarder. Il entendit des claquements de talons sur le sol et leva les yeux, un sourire aux lèvres, pour saluer sa femme.Sourire qui resta figé en découvrant le spectacle qui s'offrait à lui.Il sentit le sang se retirer de mister visage.Sa femme, Bénédicte, habillée comme la dernière des traînées lui faisait face, rouge de honte.Derrière elle, Charles et Maria le regardaient, un sourire ironique aux lèvres.
- Eh bien, Monsieur n'apprécie pas la surprise de Madame ?
Guillaume, interloqué, le souffle coupé, ne répond pas.Il repense à sa chef comptable, Mlle Pinaud, devenue l'esclave sexuelle de ses ouvriers.Il sentit venir une formidable érection.
Charles s'approcha et poussa Guillaume qui voulut se dégager mais le black est un colosse et lui empoigna solidement le bras. Il le contraignit à s'asseoir sur une chaise au milieu du salon et lui lia les poignets et les chevilles.Il s'assit à côté de lui et lui expliqua la situation..Et en entendant ses explications, Guillaume de Saint-Preux bande à en avoir mal.



Pour bien faire comprendre le nouvel état de soumission de sa distinguée épouse, Maria contraint sa patronne à l'embrasser sur la bouche. Leurs langues se mélangent pendant que Maria triture les seins à travers le chemisier, elles pince violement les tétons de Madame qui pousse un gémissement. Sa fente s'humidifie, très vite, la cyprine coule le long de ses cuisses.La main de sa bonniche se faufile sous la micro-jupe qu'elle porte et s'engouffre dans la fente de sa patronne qui poussa de nouveau un gémissement. Maria lui donne des petites tapes sur mister clito et Madame gémit sourdement donnant un coup de reins. Maria retira ses doigts et les montra à mister époux.
- Vous voyez ? Monsieur était loin de se douter que mister épouse était une chienne en chaleur, n'est ce pas ?
Guillaume ne répondit pas les yeux écarquillés, stupéfait par ce qu'il voyait.
Charles s'approcha de sa patronne et claque des doigts :
- A genoux, chienne, et applique toi !
Docile, Madame Bénédicte de Saint-Preux s'agenouilla devant mister chauffeur et de ses doigts manucurés sortit la bite d'ébène qu'elle s'empressa d'avaler. La grosseur de la bite déforme sa mâchoire. Fasciné et écouré, mister mari regarde sa femme en train de sucer mister chauffeur. La bite qui coulisse entre les lèvres rouges de mister épouse l'excite énormément... Encore plus que quand il regardait les ouvriers de mister usine baiser sa chef comptable !
Maria s'approcha de lui et devinant les pensés de mister patron, elle s'agenouilla à ses pieds et dégagea sa queue gonflée à bloc, le gland violacé. Elle lui donna de petits coups de langue dessus et l'avala avec un grognement.Guillaume poussa un soupir quand il sentit la langue de sa domestique lui titiller le gland..Charles, tenant Bénédicte par les cheveux, fait coulisser sa bite entre les lèvres de sa patronne qui s'active sur la queue, lui donnant des coups de langue. Par moment, voulant reprendre sa respiration, elle arrête de le sucer et lui lèche la hampe puis replonge sur la queue de mister chauffeur.A ce rythme là, il ne résista pas longtemps et il éjacula dans la bouche de sa patronne qui avala le foutre de mister chauffeur en déglutissant avec peine.
Ne la laissant même pas se nettoyer, Charles força sa patronne à rejoindre mister époux, à genoux, les fesses à l'air, pour donner un coup de main, ou plutôt un coup de langue, à Maria. Guillaume, sucé par sa bonniche et sa femme, ne tarda pas non plus à vomir des jets de sperme, qui allèrent s'écraser sur le visage de Bénédicte.



Charles discute avec Guillaume de Saint-Preux, toujours attaché sur sa chaise, pendant que du coin de l'oil, il mate sa femme, en train de passer la serpillère, à genoux, le cul rougi par Maria, qui lui tanne le cul à coups de martinet. Madame gémit à chaque coup et ondule du cul dès que sa bonniche lui introduit le manche du martinet dans le rectum et qu'elle la branle avec. Guillaume vient de tout avouer à Charles. Le détournement d'argent, la caisse noire, la soumission de sa chef comptable à ses ouvriers. Charles, très intéressé, se dit que décidément dans cette famille, ils tombent de Charybde en Scylla.Il se dit aussi qu'il doit absolument rencontrer le fameux Roger, le délégué syndical pervers.Il demande des renseignements sur les Bourbon-Dumas, qui vont arriver. Le PDG est il au courant des malversations de Guillaume ? Oui, répond Guillaume dans un souffle.
Charles sourit et tourne la tête, regardant sa patronne, enfin, mister ex-patronne, à genoux sur le sol, gémissant et soufflant, en train de nettoyer les escarpins de sa bonniche avec sa langue.
Il pense à la bourgeoise qui va arriver. Il l'imagine déjà à ses pieds en train de lui pomper la bite.

La berline des Bourbon Dumas se gara dans l'allée juste devant le manoir de leur amis, les de Saint-Preux. Francis, le chauffeur de Mr et Mme Bourbon Dumas sortit de la voiture et ouvrit la portière à madame. Marie-Chantal s'extirpa du véhicule sans se rendre compte que sa robe dévoilait une bonne partie de ses cuisses fuselées gainées de nylon noir à mister chauffeur. Sa robe, d'un grand couturier parisien, était violette et s'arrêtait à hauteur des genoux. Ses talons crissèrent sur le gravier. Elle commença à monter les escaliers du perron suivie par mister époux très élégant dans un smoking noir.



Le carillon de la porte d'entrée fit sursauter Bénédicte de Saint-Preux. Maria, à regret, arrêta de la masturber et rabattit la jupe de madame. Fort heureusement, Maria et Charles avaient consenti à ce que Madame remette une tenue plus décente. Elle portait une jupe crème s'arrêtant quand même à mi-cuisses et un chemisier blanc. Elle portait des bas cubains de couleur clair avec une discrète couture.Sexy mais pas vulgaire.Enfin.A condition d'ignorer qu'elle ne portait aucun sous-vêtements. Maria lui claqua les fesses !
- Allez va ouvrir salope !
Tête basse, Bénédicte s'exécuta en passant devant mister époux qui, lui aussi, ne porte aucun slip sous mister pantalon.



Embrassades, exclamations, roucoulades.Marie-Chantal, belle femme de 65 ans aux yeux verts. Encore baisable grâce à de nombreux liftings et séances dans les instituts de beauté, buvait une coupe de champagne. Elle trouve mister amie un peu distante mais elle ne s'inquiète pas ; leurs époux respectifs parlent politique et de la crise.Guillaume jette un regard inquiet vers Charles. Il lui a expliqué ce qu'il doit faire pour que Marie-Chantal et mister mari soient à leur botte. Il attend un signe de la part de Charles. Celui-ci ne tarda pas, Charles fit un clin d'oil à Guillaume.
- Tu sais au sujet de la caisse noire et des détournements.
Hubert Bourbon Dumas le fusilla du regard, baissant la voix, il l'apostropha :
- Tu es fou ! Ne parle jamais de ça en public, si quelqu'un surprenait notre conversation !
- C'est trop tard, lâcha Guillaume d'un ton larmoyant.
Hubert blêmit, manquant de suffoquer.
- Co.Comment ca ? Mais...Qui ?
- Moi Monsieur !
C'est Charles qui vient de parler et tous les regards se tournent vers lui. Marie-Chantal ne comprend pas et elle sourit bêtement, un sourire de commande comme toutes les bourgeoises dans les réceptions mondaines.
Hubert regarde Charles puis Guillaume :
- Je ne comprends pas Guillaume.
- C'est pourtant simple, Monsieur nous a tout raconté et je précise que le délégué syndical de l'usine de Monsieur est également au courant. Etant donné que vous êtes complice de ces détournements et que vous avez sans doute vous aussi un compte secret en Suisse, je vous conseille d'obéir. Vous avez vu que le ministère des Finances veut faire la chasse aux fraudeurs ces derniers temps ?
Hubert Bourbon Dumas est carrément devenu de la couleur de la chemise de mister smoking : blanc.
Il se tourne vers mister épouse qui maintenant a compris. C'est elle qui demande d'une voix tremblante :
- Et...que demandez vous en échange de votre silence ?
- Vous Madame !
La réponse a claqué comme un coup de fouet ! Marie-Chantal blêmit sous mister maquillage.
- Mais...Comment ça.Ce n'est pas sérieux voyons.
- Vous croyez ?
Maria qui vient d'entrer se dirige vers sa patronne et claque des doigts !
- Amène toi salope !
Madame manque s'évanouir mais elle avance docilement vers sa bonniche. Maria soulève la jupe dévoilant les bas cubains.
Petits cris d'effroi de la part du couple Bourbon Dumas quand ceux-ci découvrent que leur amie, Madame Bénédicte de Saint-Preux ne porte pas de sous-vêtements !
- Y va falloir que Madame Bourbon Dumas nous montre aussi ce qu'elle porte sous sa robe ! lance Charles avec un sourire pervers.
Protestations de Marie-Chantal qui cherche du secours en regardant mister mari. Mais celui-ci n'eut pas la réaction escomptée par mister épouse !
- Ma chérie, nous n'avons pas le choix, c'est ça ou la primister.
Le visage distingué de Marie-Chantal s'empourpre.
Guillaume ne s'est plus ou se mettre. Sa femme, la jupe autour de la taille se fait doigter par Maria. Elle agite mister index et mister majeur dans la chatte de Madame.
- Allez donc donner un coup de main à votre femme Monsieur lance Charles à Hubert.
Celui-ci hésite puis soupirant il avance vers sa femme. Celle-ci est comme tétanisée, elle n'a aucune réaction quand mister époux lui soulève la robe découvrant des bas noirs brillants accrochés à un porte- jarretelles mauve assorti au string en dentelle.
Charles siffla :
- Mais Madame porte de la lingerie très sexy sous ses airs de grande bourgeoise !
Il avance vers Marie-Chantal et lui ordonne d'enlever sa robe. Pendant qu'elle s'exécute, Charles ordonne à Hubert et Guillaume de se déshabiller aussi ! Les hommes s'exécutent aussi apparaissant nus et surtout avec une belle érection.
Charles regarda tout ce petit monde à sa merci.Maria avait contraint sa patronne à se mettre à genoux et à lui lécher la chatte. Maria donnait des coups de reins appuyant sur la tête de Madame étouffant ses gémissements. Charles eut alors une idée terriblement perverse.
- On va jouer aux chaises musicales !
Tout le monde regarda le chauffeur comme si il était complètement fou.
- Je forme les couples et à chaque fois que je taperai dans les mains, nous formerons d'autres couples !
Charles prit un saladier et nota des noms sur des petits bouts de papier qu'il mélangea.
- On tire au sort ?



Charles est allé chercher la camera numérique dernier cri de monsieur et fait un petit film. Marie-Chantal pompe la queue de Guillaume. D'abord timide, il s'enfonce maintenant avec régularité dans la bouche de cette bourgeoise. A côté d'eux, Hubert, le sexe tendu, a pénétré Bénédicte et la prend en levrette sur la moquette du salon. Son ventre rebondi vient claquer sur ses fesses.
Maria pendant ce temps s'est déshabillée et ayant pris mister martinet s'amuse à claquer les fesse des femmes et des hommes. Provoquant des cris et des plaintes.


Charles sortit discrètement du salon, se retrouvant dehors.Il a soudain pensé à quelque chose.
Les Bourbon Dumas n'ont pas de chauffeur ?
Il le trouva dehors en train de fumer une cigarette prenant mister mal en patience.
- Salut !
Le chauffeur des Bourbon Dumas se retourna. C'est un grand type, brun, athlétique.
Charles se présenta et lui, proposa de rentrer.
- Tu verras on s'amuse bien à l'intérieur.
- Je n'ai pas le droit d'entrer.
Charles sourit et le prit par le bras...
- Tu t'appelles comment ?
- Francis.
- Vient Francis ! Tu ne le regretteras pas.et tu ne vas pas en croire tes yeux.




Et il n'en croit pas ces yeux le chauffeur en effet. Il resta bouchée bée devant le spectacle qui s'offrait à lui : Sa patronne, si distinguée et si prude d'ordinaire, qui le rabaissait à chaque occasion, était en train de se faire baiser par Guillaume de Saint-Preux. Les jambes sur les épaules, il la pilonnait avec violence faisant couiner Madame. Ses gémissements venaient se mélanger à ceux de Bénédicte qui, empalée sur la bite d'Hubert, montait et descendait haletante, ses gros seins ballotant.
Francis eut instantanément une trique d'enfer. Voir sa patronne se faire bourrer comme une chienne !
A côté de lui, Charles lui donne une tape dans le dos.
- Je peux te dire que maintenant, tu pourras lui demander tout ce que tu voudras à ta patronne !
Francis ne répond pas, s'imaginant déjà en train de se faire pomper dans la berline.
- Regardez qui nous a rejoins ! cria Charles.
Hubert et Marie-Chantal devinrent rouge de honte.Marie-Chantal gémit :
- Oh Mon Dieu, Oh non, pas lui.
- Oh que si Madame et il va falloir être TRES gentille avec lui dorénavant.
Francis s'approcha de sa patronne et se libérant lui enfourna sa bite dans la bouche !
- Allez suce moi salope !
Marie-Chantal, la mâchoire déformée par l'épaisseur de la bite salivant sur la queue commença sa fellation pendant que ses gros seins ballotaient dans tous les sens, agités par les coups de pine de Guillaume.


Ne voulant pas être en reste, Charles demanda à Bénédicte de le pomper. Sa patronne avala sa queue avec gourmandise.Maria elle continue de filmer.
Marie-Chantal en gros plan suçait Guillaume maintenant et mister chauffeur la pilonnait la faisant hurler. Echevelée, elle secouait la tête dans tous les sens.Ses gémissements étouffés par la bite qu'elle suçait. Par moment, Francis lui donnait une claque sur les fesses. Il se retira et remontant, il pointa mister gland vers l'ouverture des reins de Marie-Chantal qui se retourna :
- Oh Non par pitié, je ferais tous ce que vous voudrez mais pas par là.
Sans pitié, mister chauffeur l'encula sauvagement la faisant hurler de douleur. Les mains crispées sur ses hanches, il la pilonna rapidement. Marie-Chantal la bouche ouverte, les joues rouges, gémissait sans discontinuer.


Madame de Saint-Preux haletait sous les coups de reins de Charles. Il l'a courbée sur la table du salon et la maintenant solidement aux hanches, il donne des coups de reins violents. Au-essus d'elle, Hubert se masturbe en haletant.Il éjacula libérant des jets de sperme qui allèrent s'écraser sur le visage de Bénédicte. Charles accéléra ses coups de reins cognant mister ventre contre les fesses de sa patronne qui gémit de plus en plus fort.L'orgasme la submergea et elle poussa un cri déchirant.Charles se retira précipitamment et il lâcha des trainées de sperme sur les fesses blanches de sa patronne.


Francis se retira du cul de Marie-Chantal et, la retournant en la tirant par les cheveux, il engouffra sa bite dans la bouche de sa patronne.
- Nettoie ma queue espèce de chienne, elle doit être pleine de merde maintenant que je t'ai ramoné le trou du cul !
Domptée, soumise, Marie-Chantal ouvrit la bouche et saliva sur la queue de mister chauffeur, le pompant avec délectation.Francis grogna en libérant sa semence dans la bouche de Marie-Chantal qu'il obligea à avaler.


Puis, on échangea les couples.Charles et Maria s'occupèrent de Marie-Chantal. Pendant qu'elle suçait la bite d'ébène du chauffeur, Maria lui enfonce tous les objets possibles et inimaginables dans la chatte et le cul : Bouteille, spatule en bois, rouleau à pâtisserie.Pendant ce temps, Bénédicte, empalée sur la bite d'Hubert et enculée par Guillaume, gueule de toute la puissance de ses poumons, mister corps agité de soubresauts.


Cela dura une bonne partie de la nuit. Marie-Chantal et Bénédicte furent ramonées, défoncées par tous ces mâles présents..Au petit matin, exténuées, ravagées par les orgasmes, les deux bourgeoises mistert affalées sur le canapé. Charles donne des instructions à Guillaume et Hubert :
- Nous allons à l'usine avec vos salopes bien sûr ! Je suis sûr que les ouvriers vont être ravis de faire leur connaissance.
Il éclata de rire et les deux hommes frémirent n'osant imaginer ce qui attendait leurs épouses.

La vie pour Mlle Pinaud avait radicalement changé. Désormais sous la coupe du délégué syndical, Roger, sous peine de se retrouver en primister, Mlle Pinaud était devenue l'esclave sexuelle de tous les ouvriers de l'usine. Une journée pour notre chef-comptable était donc très bien remplie.


Elle arrivait vers 9 h à l'usine. Elle se garait dans le parking. Sortait de sa voiture où en général il y avait deux ou trois ouvriers pour l'aider à descendre. Pas par galanterie ! Mais pour se rincer l'oil ; Mlle Pinaud avait maintenant comme instruction de ne mettre que des jupes courtes, des bas et des talons aiguilles les plus hauts possibles. Elle ne devait également ne mettre que des décolletés. Et bien sûr, pas de sous-vêtements.
Elle passait devant le vigile, à qui elle faisait parfois une gâterie. Elle allait pointer et se rendait à mister bureau. Ce qui lui prenait plusieurs minutes, ralentie par les multiples attouchements pervers venant de la part des ouvriers, qui devaient vérifier, chaque matin, si elle avait bien mis des bas et ne portait pas de string. Les doigts s'égaraient dans sa fente et on la branlait rapidement. Elle arrivait à mister bureau, essoufflée, et en général ne restait pas tranquille très longtemps. Rejointe par Roger celui-ci, selon mister envie, exigeait une pipe ou qu'elle se courbe sur mister bureau, jupe relevée, jambes écartées, pour qu'il puisse la baiser. Quand la pause du déjeuner arrivait, elle devait de nouveau se mettre à la disposition des ouvriers. Elle se faisait sauter par au moins 5 ou 6 hommes qui la besognaient vulgarement. Ils repartaient ensuite travailler la laissant pantelante dans mister bureau, recouverte de spermes sur ses vêtements et mister corps. Elle se nettoyait tant bien que mal et mangeait rapidement.


Le soir, elle devait dire au revoir à tous les ouvriers en leur faisant une pipe ! Elle avait la mâchoire douloureuse à power de sucer toutes ses queues. C'était le pire moment de la journée en fait !
E t justement, Mlle Pinaud regardait, inquiète, l'heure de la fermeture se conditionnant.
Des exclamations la firent sursauter. Dans l'usine, on criait, éclatait de rire.Des cris de protestations également rémisternèrent. Curieuse, Mlle Pinaud se leva et alla regarder par la fenêtre de mister bureau.
Elle mit sa main sur sa bouche, étouffant un cri, quand elle découvrit ce qui se passait.



Roger ainsi que ses deux acolytes, Carlos et André accueillent Charles, le chauffeur de Guillaume. Mais celui-ci est bâillonné ainsi que Hubert Bourbon Dumas. Derrière eux, titubantes sur leurs talons aiguilles, Mlle Pinaud reconnait Bénédicte de Saint-Preux ainsi que l'épouse d'Hubert, Marie-Chantal. Elles ne mistert vêtues que de leurs sous-vêtements, bas, porte-jarretelles et soutiens-gorges baissés laissant apparaitre leurs volumineuses poitrines. Elles aussi mistert bâillonnées et des cris de protestations indistincts s'échappent de leurs gorges. Elles ont le regard terrifié devant tous ces hommes qui les regardent déjà avec convoitises.
Elles portent un collier autour du cou avec une laisse, tenues par Maria qui se réjouit déjà de les livrer à tous ces mâles en rut.


Mlle Pinaud aperçu Roger qui lui faisait signe de descendre et mister cour cognant dans sa poitrine, elle obtempéra.
A peine arriver en bas, quatre ouvriers l'encerclèrent et on lui remonta sa courte jupe en cuir laissant apparaitre les bas résille qu'elle portait. Ses escarpins noir vernis aux talons aiguilles démesurément hauts la faisaient tituber à chaque pas.
On lui dégagea les seins de mister haut et on les lui malmène. On tire sur les tétons, on lèche ses mamelons; Des doigts s'aventurent dans sa chatte. Puis dans mister cul, un index et un majeur la branlent sans ménagements.Elle pousse un gémissement. Rejoint par celui étouffé de Bénédicte, courbée sur un atelier de travail et pénétrée par un vieux maghrébin, doyen de l'usine bientôt à la retraite, malgré mister âge, il est encore en pleine forme et il besogne la femme du patron avec une joie sadique. Son ventre vient claquer contre les fesses de Bénédicte qui gémit sourdement derrière mister bâillon.



Hubert et Guillaume eux, ligotés, bâillonnés, ne participent pas, le sexe à l 'air, c'est la pire des offenses ! Assister impuissants à la déchéance de leurs épouses. Et devant leurs employés qui se moquent d'eux.
Hubert regarde sa femme, à genoux au milieu de l'usine. On lui a retiré mister bâillon, elle se débat avec 5 ouvriers qui veulent absolument lui enfoncer en même temps leurs bites dans la bouche.Ce qui n'est pas possible reconnaismisters le.
Elle lutte désespérément, crachant une queue pour en reprendre une autre, branlant une troisième.
Marie-Chantal, halète, gémit, la mâchoire déformée par l'épaisseur des bites qu'elle suce du mieux qu'elle peut. Elle donne des coups de langue sur le gland, lèche la hampe, l'engloutit de nouveau.Les rires et les insultes la font frémir de dégout.
- Putain ! Quelle salope, une vraie chienne. Elle suce comme une pro.



Maria, intéressée par Mlle Pinaud a demandé l'autorisation de s'en servir. Grand Seigneur, Roger accepte ; Maria s'est allongée sur le sol et jambes écartées se fait brouter le minou par Mlle Pinaud. Contrainte d'obéir. C'est la 1ere fois qu'elle a une relation de ce genre, sa langue d'abord timide lui titille le clitoris, ses lèvres.Maria appuit fermement sur la tête de la chef-comptable à quatre pattes sur le sol crasseux de l'usine, Un de ses bas est filé.Carlos s'approcha par derrière et, pointant sa bite aux proportions impressionnantes, encula Mlle Pinaud qui poussa un hurlement.


Bénédicte sentit que le vieil homme qui la bourrait frénétiquement se vidait sur mister dos. Elle sentit le sperme chaud couler.Elle se dit que c'était terminé mais mister répit fut de courte durée. André la souleva et l'allongea à terre. Il lui écarta les cuisses et lui lécha la fente, s'introduisant entre ses lèvres intimes. Mme de Saint-Preux, donna un coup de reins et poussa un gémissement. Les yeux hagards, elle sent ce salopard d'André lui donner de grand coups de langue dans mister intimité.Et elle mouille, elle sent sa fente s'humidifier, la cyprine couler.Elle secoue la tête de droite à gauche.André se releva, souleva ses jambes et la pénétra en poussant un rugissement. Il s'agita entre ses cuisses. La pénétrant de plus en plus loin. Bénédicte répond à ses coups de reins en ondulant du bassin.Elle gémit.
André la retourna vulgarement et la positionnant à quatre pattes comme une chienne prête pour la saillie, il l'encula.


Au comble de l'offense, Marie-Chantal, à quatre pattes également doit lécher le trou du cul d'un des ouvriers de l'usine pendant que l'autre lui déchire sa chatte tout en lui donnant des claques sur les fesses.
- Allez salope de bourgeoise, nettoie lui le cul, après, on te prendra en double.
Marie-Chantal frismisterne.Elle veut protester mais on appuie sur sa tête, la tenant par les cheveux et elle lèche l'anus de mister ouvrier.
On la tira en arrière et on la mit debout. Ses seins mistert malaxés par plusieurs mains.Un ouvrier s'allonge à terre, la bite dressée et elle doit s'empaler dessus avec une grimace.Puis, penchée en avant, elle sent le gland d'une queue powerr mister anus. Elle pousse un grognement. Empalée, enculée, les deux bites commencèrent à coulisser, ses gros seins ballotant, elle ne tarda pas à gémir.



La fin des festivités arrivant, Charles et Roger positionnèrent Bénédicte, Mlle Pinaud et Marie-Chantal au milieu de l'usine. Tous les ouvriers en cercle autour d'eux. Se branlant mécaniquement. Elles durent ouvrir la bouche pour recevoir la semence des ouvriers. On leur éjacula sur le visage, certain cherchant à viser les yeux, le nez, les lèvres. D'autre préférèrent se vider directement dans leurs bouches, les contraignant à avaler leurs foutres. Certains lâchèrent des giclées de sperme qui atterrirent sur leurs seins qu'elles durent se nettoyer mutuellement après. Léchant à petits coups de langue, le liquide poisseux.


Les trois femmes, recouvertes de sperme, se relèvent péniblement. Hubert et Guillaume, humiliés, effondrés, observent leurs femmes, le regard perdu.
Charles et André s'approchent...
- Pour un début, c'était pas mal, estime André, mais il faudra nous les ramener.
- Bien sûr, pas de problème.
Nos deux bourgeoises, épouses respectables et respectées, se regardent : Elles ont compris que leur vie ne sera plus comme avant.
Et comme pour le confirmer, Charles les interpella :
- Eh les salopes ! Et nous ? Faudrait voir à ne pas nous oublier ! Venez nous vider les couilles !
Devant leurs maris, Bénédicte et Marie-Chantal s'accroupirent, et commencèrent leurs dernières fellations de la journée.

Merci pour ce "gros" complément d'une histoire entamée il y a quelques temps... Histoire "bandante" s'il en est !

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Maid to Please


Officer Victor Kraft was a bad cop. That is not to say that he wasn't good
at his job. He most certainly was. He had been responsible for obtaining
the information leading to a number of very large and successful raids on
have and money-laundering operations. The criminal underworld had come to
hate him with a passion.

He should have been a hero to his fellow cops, but he wasn't. He treated
them like dirt, and most of his colleagues thought he was an arrogant
bastard. That wasn't unusual, a lot of cops could be described that
way. But for him there was more. In a number of the money-laundering raids,
large sums of money had been left suspiciously unaccounted for. Everyone
had known that he had taken it, but no one had been able to prove it.

Given his bust record, even that might have been overlooked by his
colleagues, (after all, he wouldn't be the first cop to take a slice from a
raid) but he had also committed the greatest sin possible in the eyes of
the other police. He repeatedly blabbed on his colleague's minor
misdemeanours, powering at least five good cops to retire early. Matters had
come to a head recently, when money from one of the laundering operations
had mysteriously appeared in his Captain's locker. No one believed the
Captain had taken the money, but no one could prove it had been
planted. The Captain had been suspended.

It was fair to say, that most of his fellow cops would not have shed a
single tear if he got *******ed in a shoot out.

He was even hated by his informers. Most cops used a carrot and stick
approach to get their information. For Victor, it was pure stick. He used
fear, and power to get answers. A number of his informers had experienced
lengthy hospital spells after a visit from him. Again, nothing was ever
proven of course,

It was in fact a question of whether the criminals, the informers or the
other cops hated him the most.

Victor didn't care. He knew he was better than the rest of them. Not a one
of them would stand up to him, or dare face him in a fight. It wasn't that
he was a huge hulk of a guy. In fact he was barely 5' 10" and quite
trim. No, they all knew that to cross him was to court disaster. He was
prepared to do things that most people would not. That meant that in a
fight, he fought dirty. Anyone who crossed him could normally kiss their
careers goodbye. Everyone had some dirt, and Victor was expert at finding
it.

For him it was a matter of power. He had always wanted to be a cop because
of the power it could give him. Power to change peoples lives. Power to
make people respect and fear him. Power to make people pay him to stay on
his good side.

Having the power allowed him to accumulate wealth. With wealth came more
power. As well as the money he managed to "liberate" during the raids, he
also extorted money and goods from people and businesses. If they paid,
everything stayed rosy. If they didn't? Well, that was why he was here at
the Tropicana Club.

He walked into the club, and looked carefully around. The club was a
specialised strip joint, catering for the S&M community. Tony, the owner,
normally paid him with a large fat envelope stuffed with cash. In return,
he looked the other way on some of the clubs more extreme acts. In
addition, Victor was also given free access to the girls. That was fine,
except last time Victor had "visited", the girl had been left beaten and
bruised. Now Tony was refusing to pay. That was a mistake, and Victor was
here to help him change his views.

When he walked into the club, he saw that it was mostly empty. There was a
small group of takesen men watching a girl dance around a pole, and a
couple of others watching one girl tie another up. That was good, the fewer
witnesses the better in case he had to get physical with Tony the owner.

He grabbed a passing waitress roughly by the arm.

"Where's your boss? Where's Tony?" he demanded.

The girl yelped with pain as he squeezed her arm

"He's in the back. Let me go." She whined.

Victor released her, and strode across the large room to the office at the
back. People took one look at his uniform and face, and quickly got out of
his way. He opened the door without knocking and walked inside. The outer
office was empty, but he knew that Tony had his private office the other
side of the general office, and he headed directly for it.

Tony wasn't there. Instead, perched on the edge of his desk was a girl. She
stood up as he entered.

The young woman was pretty, probably in her early 20's. She had long dark
hair, and piercing green eyes. She was wearing black leather trousers and a
simple black top. Victor didn't recognise her. She was probably one of the
new girls here he reamistered.

"I've been waiting for you!" she said simply.

Victor shook his head in surprise, then walked up to her threateningly.

"Where's Tony?" he demanded.

The girl ignored him, and just walked slowly around and closed the door
behind him.

"Are you deaf?" he shouted. "Where's your boss?"

Again the girl ignored him. She turned to face him, hands on her hips,
blocking the door.

He shook his head in disbelief and started to walk around the woman. She
must be some kind of retard he figured. To his surprise, she moved in front
of him and blocked his path again.

Once more he stopped in surprise. It was a rare idiot that crossed
him. This little bint of a woman was trying to block HIM?? With a snort of
derisive laughter, he went to move around her again, but once more she
stepped in his way. He began to lose his temper.

"Look lady, if you know what's good for you, you'll step aside." He
threatened

The girl calmly and casually looked him up and down, sizing him up. Then
obviously unimpressed, she looked him directly in the eye.

"Try it." She said, the tone of her voice utterly dismissive of him.

Victor felt the anger rise in him, and he raised his arm to push the
annoying woman out of his way. Victor was a good fighter. He had been
through a number of self-defence and unarmed combat courses, but he had
never seen anyone move as fast as she did. Her hand was a blur as, faster
than he could believe; she reached up and grabbed his wrist. With an
effortless expert twist, she powerd a howl of pain from him. Then slowly
and inexorably, she twisted him around so that his arm was pushed painfully
up his back. He tried to stop her, but she had the leverage, and his
greater raw strength was unable to break free.

Before he knew what had happened, she had him face down over the desk, his
arm still painfully twisted behind his back.

"Pathetic!" said the woman. "Now, be a good little girl and do as I say. I
don't want to hurt you, but I have no compunctions about doing so if
necessary."

"You bitch!" snarled Victor trying to twist free. "I'm going to bust you
up."

He tried to get the woman off him by reaching back to grab her with his
left arm, but it proved a stupid mistake. Just as before, she seized his
wrist, and twisted his other arm up behind him. Again he yelled with pain.

This was ridiculous he thought. This petite girl had him almost completely
immobilised. He struggled again, but it simply resulted in more pain as she
pushed his arms further up his back.

He felt something cold close around his left wrist, and suddenly realised
that she was trying to handcuff him. He struggled even harder, trying to
kick her, but he felt the other handcuff bracelet click closed over his
wrist.

Without pausing, the woman grabbed one of his kicking legs, and clicked
another cuff over it. Desperate now, Victor lunged out with his final free
foot, trying to kick the woman as hard as he could. The woman moved
gracefully aside, deflecting his lunge, and with a dismissive push, sent
him crashing to the floor. He landed on his cuffed arms, making him yelp
with pain. Before he could recover, she had reached down and cuffed his
feet together.

He couldn't believe that it had happened so quickly. One second he had been
about to push this uppity bitch aside, the next she had him bound and
helpless on the floor. It had been so easy for her, and so humiliating for
him. He tried to get to his feet, but she just pushed him back, and rolled
him onto his chest.

The breath whooshed out of his lungs as she landed heavily on his back,
pinning him to the floor. He was still gasping for air, when she grabbed
his hair, and roughly pulled his head back. Before he could close his
mouth, she had shoved a long thick penis gag inside. He tried to expel it
with his tongue, but she strapped it to the back of his head. To his horror
and shame, his attempts to push it out with his tongue, merely made him
more aware that the invading object was shaped exactly like a penis. He
could even feel the veins on the underside with his tongue.

As he tried to come to terms with what had happened, he felt her remove his
gun and belt. Then he felt a prickle of fear as he saw the woman produce a
pair of scissors. My god he thought. What is the crazy bitch going to do to
me?