The Arising

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The ArisingTo celebrate my transformation and to increase the effect of myfeminization, Mistress Lynn decided a name change was in order.”What’s a good name for a useless, slut French Maid,”she asked herself aloud. “I shall call you Dawn. I thinkit’s appropriate because you are at the dawn of a new way of life.”Another belt was strapped around my waist. It had a number ofloops. My mistress attached my wrist restraints to the strap.This allowed me limited use of my hands.”Just enough freedom for you to get this house clean,”she explained. “Here’s your list of cooking and cleaningjobs. I’ll inspect all the areas and if they’re not satisfactoryyour ass is mine, literally.”She showed me where all the cleaning things were and gave me asimple menu to prepare. It looked to be enough to serve four orfive people.Mistress Lynn had returned to the living room to watch TV. Afterabout an hour of steady work, I was summoned to the living room.She had removed her boots and was relaxing.”My feet are really sore, be a honey and massage them forme,” she said.I took her foot into my hands and began massaging her small stockingedfeet. I worked on each toe, her ankles and her arches. I repeatedthe process on the other foot.”Now my calves,” she commanded.I slid my hands up her calves and kneaded the firm flesh.When I looked up, I found my self staring directly between heroutspread thighs. It was like being offered a glimpse of heaven.My mistress caught me staring. She used her free foot to kickme back onto the floor.”Eat your heart out bitch,” she laughed. “I maygive you a sniff of my pussy later. But first, you have to proveyourself to me. Get your ass back to work”I returned to my chores.She, once again, called me back.”Dawn darling, squat down in front of me. Here, hold my ashtrayin one hand and my drink in the other. I’m tired of reaching tothe table,” she ordered.I complied immediately, not knowing the torture she had in storefor me.While I was squatting and my hands were full, she would run oneof her nylon-covered legs under the skirt, up the inside of mythighs and work her toes in my crotch.I knew I couldn’t take too much of that and keep my balance. Shewould pause long enough to use the ashtray or take a drink andthen begin the torture again.”Don’t spill anything or you’ll be punished severely,”she warned as a foot wormed itself inside in elastic leg bandsof the panties and rubbed my swollen, throbbing member.I was helpless against her advances. The ankle restraints keptme from spreading my feet so I could keep my knees together. So,I was forced to spread my knees in order to keep my balance.She had me where she wanted me under her total control.Finally, I could not keep my balance and fell on my petticoat-coveredass, spilling her drink in the process.”Clumsy bitch,” she proclaimed. “You screwed upand spilled my drink and soaked my carpet. It’s only fitting thatyou get screwed as your punishment. Your virgin cunt is mine nowslut!”She commanded me to clean up my mess and return to the bedroom.I cleaned up the spilled drink and hurried quickly to the bedroom.Mistress Lynn was awaiting my clumsy arrival.She roughly pushed me onto the bed. I watched her disconnect theclips from each other, momentarily freeing my hands.But not for long.Mistress Lynn quickly secured new clips from the corners of thebed to the basic restraints. She repeated the same procedure withmy ankles. My mistress then stepped back to view her spread-eagledslave.”It’s useless to fight your restraints. I’m going to removeyour gag soon so that I can hear your cries of pleasure when yousurrender your virginity. For your own good Dawn, be a good littlegirl and do as your told,” she said.All I could do was humbly nod my agreement. Mistress Lynn thenknelt between my spread legs and smiled wickedly.As I looked up at her, I could see my reflection in the ceilingmirror. She, instead of me, was truly in the dominant positionand was about to do things to me that I only fantasized I woulddo with another woman.Her hands reached down and slowly lifted my skirt and petticoatup my legs, exposing my crotch to her view. She spread the skirtand petticoat back across my chest and then began running herhands over my thighs.Occasionally her hand would brush over my love-juice soaked panties.I had been brought to the peak of excitement so many times thatmy panties were literally sopping wet with pre-cum fluid.”The hotter you get a virgin the more receptive her cuntbecomes,” whispered the domina. “You’re one hot littlepiece.”It’s time to remove your gag. Soon you’ll be begging meto **** your cunt and I want to hear every scream,” MistressLynn stated.She then untied the gag and removed the dildo from between myteeth. I was once again able to move my jaw and I felt that Ishould thank my mistress. But, I remembered her rules about speaking.So I remained silent.She held the rubber cock poised in front of my face, barely aninch from my lips.”Let’s see if you can get my prick wet enough to enter yourhot pussy. Open your mouth and suck my cock,” she commanded.I slowly opened my mouth and she slid the cock slowly in-and-outof my pursed lips.She remarked that I had a real blowjob lips and would probablybe the hit of any party.”You’ve got the sucking part down real well. You need somepractice with your tongue. We’ll work on that later,” shescolded.The dildo was slowly removed from my mouth and I was surprisedat the popping sound it made as she pulled it from between mylips.The mistress then returned to her teasing. This time she ran thecock along the inside of my legs and across my crotch.My nerves were in a frenzy.My cock/clit wanted to burst.My chest swelled and low moans escaped from my lips.The more I moaned the more she teased.Suddenly, she stopped and climbed off the bed.My body immediately began to arch against the restraints.”Please don’t stop,” my brain screamed.My reflexes echoed my thoughts. I had become putty in her hands.Chapter 2The Deflowering”Lift your cute little ass in the air,” she commandedas she stood menacingly over the bed, her feet spread slightlyapart.I lifted my but up as a sacrifice to her, offering my crotch toher to with it as she willed.This, I knew was my ultimate surrender.It meant more than any words I could utter.My mistress slid a pillow under my ass cheeks and remarked thatmy clit was really swollen.”You look like you would like to cum. Is that true Dawn,”she asked.”Oh yes, Mistress Lynn,” I replied.”Yes, what?””Yes, mistress, I would like to cum.””Why?””Mistress Lynn, I’m so hot. My cock is about to explode.””But, you don’t have a cock,” she scolded me. You mustbe talking about your clitty””Yes mistress. My clitty is about to explode.””Explode where?””In my underwear.””Where?””Into the panties.””Whose panties?””My panties.””So!””Please!””Please what?””Please mistress, let me cum.””Say that Dawn’s pussy is on fire and she wants to cum.””Please mistress! Dawn’s pussy is one fire and she wantsto cum.””Who is Dawn?””Dawn is your slave.””Who is Dawn?””I am Dawn, my mistress.””What is Dawn?””Dawn is your slave, Mistress Lynn.””Is Dawn my little panty slave?””Yes.””Yes, what?””Yes mistress, Dawn is your little panty slave and she wants… no needs … to cum, please!”My mistress’s face took on a stern expression again.I knew immediately I had done something wrong.The smack across my face proved it.”Dawn, when will you realize that what you want is of noconcern to me? You are going to lose your cherry today becauseit is my wish, not yours,” she explained. “Now thatyou have irritated me, I have decided that you will not cum. Iwill still fuck your virgin hole until you scream for release.I will tease your clit until your senses reel. But, I will notallow you to cum. Do you understand?””Yes, Mistress,” I replied.She walked to her closet and brought some things to the side ofthe bed and laid them out within her reach.”White is for virgins. There’s no need for virgin-white pantiesto cover your quivering slut cunt,” she said as she tooka pair of scissors and cut the panties at each side. She pulledthe panties out from under my ass checks and pressed them againstmy mouth and nose.”Smell and taste your juices, bitch.” Suck those juicesfrom your panties crotch.”Of course, I obeyed, sucking in the juices from the panties. Theywere soaked with pre-come fluid.Next, she picked up a long wooden bar that had straps attachedat each end.”This is a spreader bar,” she said. “This willhelp keep you spread wide so that I have a clear, open shot atyour hole. It will keep your legs as far apart as I want for aslong as I want.”Mistress Lynn attached one end of the bar midway up one thigh.She then freed the opposite ankle from its restraint and beganspreading my legs apart. I thought I would split before I wasspread far enough for her to attach the other end of the spreaderto my thigh. The bar forced my ass even higher, as I was rockedfurther onto my back.I also began to realize that I had only one hole that could bepenetrated.Mistress Lynn was right — it surely was my virgin hole.She must have noticed my fear and concern because she began torturingme with those magical hands of hers.”Your clit is so swollen Dawn. But, your pussy is still notwet enough for me to ram my cock into. Let me give it some help,”she offered.She held up the jar of Vaseline I had brought and unscrewed thetop.My mistress then spread a small amount of it onto her hands andbegan spreading it between my upturned ass cheeks. She wormedan oiled finger into my hole and began wriggling it around inside.My muscles locked on that finger and a moan of pain and pleasureescaped my lips.She used her other hand to play with my throbbing cock, slowlybringing me rapidly to the brink of an orgasm.Mistress Lynn held me at the plateau for what seemed to be forever.She would stop her fondling at just the right instant or wouldremove her finger whenever she noticed my ass start to sway ortry to press against her hand.I lost control and began to plead with her, “Please mistress.Don’t stop. Let me cum!”Instead she stopped completely.She reached to the floor and strapped a harness around her waist.She was facing away from me while she attached something to it.When she turned around, the dildo that had spent so much timein my mouth was attached to the harness.I just knew that cock would split my virgin hole open.”Do you really want to cum Dawn? How badly do you want tocum?””Oh, mistress. Please let me cum. I’ll do anything! Anything!”She crawled back onto the bed. She moved between my spread thighsuntil her knees touched the spreader bar. The cock was perchedbarely inches from its target.To my surprise, she lifted herself up and squatted on my chest.The cock now rested against my cheeks, brushing across my lipswhenever she moved.”Would you like to have my cock, Dawn?””Yes, Mistress Lynn.””Yes, What?””Please let me have your cock.””How would my little slut like to have it.””Any way you desire, mistress.””Would you like to lick it?””If would please you, my mistress.””Maybe you would rather suck it?””Please mistress, let me suck it.””Would you like me to screw your tight little hole?””Please fuck me with it. Please let me have your cock!She teasingly brushed her shaft against my chin and across mycheeks. I found myself reflexively licking my lips and pursingthem in anticipation. What a slut I was becoming!Mistress Lynn began lowering the latex penis between my lips.She totally controlled the action. She would sometimes pull outand slip just the head between my lips, then suddenly forcingits entire length back into my mouth.”See, I told you that you would get better with practice.You’re becoming a real cock sucker,” she giggled. “Let’ssee how well you can do with your tongue.”Her cock retreated from my mouth and placed it barely betweenmy lips.”Use your tongue, Dawn,” she commanded.I stretched out my tongue as far as it would reach and began tolick the head of the shaft.Mistress Lynn then slapped my face with her cock, forced it betweenmy lips, pulled it out, made me lick it and slapped me again.”I can be a cock teaser too,” my mistress said.All of this excitement was bringing me closer and closer to anorgasm.She probed my hole again. This time she slipped in at least threefingers.I began crying for relief.”Actually, Dawn, you’re still not ready. Your tight littlehole still needs loosened some more before you can handle me.”The mistress used a small vibrator to warm me up.”They call this the ultimate squirmy, Dawn. You’ll just lovehow it squirms and rotates in your pussy just like a real cock.”She rubbed some lotion on it and slowly worked it into my hole.I gasped as she slid it deeply into me. The gasp was replacedwith moans of pleasure when she turned on the vibrator and startedworking it in and out, readying my hole for her ever-erect cock.”Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmm!” My moans gave me away.She knew I was ready.So did I.My legs were high in the air.The spreader bar offered my mistress unimpeded entry.I watched her oil her cock and then rub more in and around myhole. The time had arrived.She shifted position and began lowering herself on top of me.One of her hands slowly guided the instrument of my defloweringto its awaiting sheath. The other hand covered my mouth.I swallowed hard … took a deep breath … closed my eyes andoffered myself up to her, straining my ass up to meet her.The blunt end of the dildo began to force its way past my tightlyclenched anal opening.Her hand over my mouth forced the screams of my **** back downmy throat.Ever so slowly, the dildo entered my hole.”Aaarrrggghhh!” I had to gasp for breath with everymovement she made. As my muscles began to relax, the pain beganto subside and waves of pleasure began to wash over me.Once she had managed to bury the eight inches of latex cock deepin my hole, she stopped moving.I could feel her groin pressed against mine.She began to withdraw as slowly as she had entered me.”Relax, Dammit,” she yelled. Don’t tense those pussymuscles. Relax!”She removed her hand from my mouth.The hand now encircled my throbbing cock.Once again, she buried the dildo deep within me and slowly withdrew.”Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!,” I moaned absorbing the impactof her strokes.My mistress laughed in triumph. She roughly buried it again andstarted to slowly **** my virgin hole.As my insides stretched and adjusted to accept its intruder, asoothing warmth began to spread through my veins.This wasn’t too bad after all. The sensations continued to growfrom mildly stimulating to downright arousing.My ass started to sway in a rhythm trying to match her every thrust.Abruptly, she stopped her assault on my hole. She withdrew thecockhead and rested it against my rectum, poised and ready toinvade again at her will.”Don’t stop, mistress. Please fuck me. My cunt is burningfor you. Please shove your cock in and out of my pussy. Don’tstop, keep going,” I implored her.In response she penetrated me again and picked up the tempo ofher thrusts.”Are you ready to cum, slut?””Oh yes, soon, very soon my mistress!””Beg!””Please, mistress, please!””Beg!””Please fuck me, mistress. Please make me cum. I’ll do anything.””Anything?””Yes, my mistress, anything!””Would you like me to play with your swollen clitty?”Her hand began to pump my dick.”Oh, yes mistress, please! Please play with my clitty whileyou fuck my hole!”She stopped abruptly.”What do you want me to fuck,” she asked?”My hole, Mistress Lynn. Please fuck my virgin hole.””You mean you want me to fuck your pussy.””Yes, please! Please fuck me!””Fuck your what?””Please!””Fuck your what?””Pussy.””Whose Pussy?””My pussy.””That’s much better. Beg me for my cock, you whore!””Please! Please, Mistress Lynn. Fuck my pussy!””Is your pussy hot, Dawn?””Ohhh yessss!””How hot?””Very hot!””Talk dirty to me bitch. Tell me how hot you are. How badlyyou want it,” she commanded.”Ohhh … yes! Please fuck me my mistress. Fuck me long andhard. Your cock feels so good in my steaming pussy, pounding myinsides. **** my cunt. Please! Please! I beg you, my mistress.Please fuck my cunt!”My mistress seemed pleased. Her fingers snaked around my member.She slowly massaged it up and down, first gently, then with almostreckless abandon.”You really do want my cock buried deep in your pussy, don’tyou, you slut! You love the feel of my cock!””Yes my mistress. My cunt is on fire. Please stuff your prickdeep into my cunt. It’s so big and swollen inside me. You’re tearingme apart with that cock of yours,” I moaned.Whipped into a frenzy, my ass arched to meet my mistress’s everythrust into my hole. Her hand manipulated me with every stroke.She took me to heaven, then hell, and back to heaven.”I’m burning up inside. You’re setting my insides on fire.I can’t stand it.”The feeling of fullness in my hole was soon replaced by the feelingof fullness in my member. The pressure built and built.”Oh, my God. You’re fucking me crazy. Fuck me. Fuck my burningpussy goooood,” I moaned louder and louder.”That’s it Dawn, scream your lungs out, you little slut.You’re now going to cum harder than you ever have before. It willbe the most intense orgasm of your life. Above all remember yourpromise that you’d do anything if I made you cum,” my mistressstated.”I remember. Please! Please! Let me cum, I’m going to explode.”My mistress buried the dick deeply into my bowels and pumped mymember at the same time.”I feel it coming! Don’t stop. I’m so close. Oh, yes. Oh,my God. Oh yes! Yes! Fuck faster! Faster! Ooohhh, I need it soonbad. Oh, Ooohhh Ahhhhh! I’m coming! Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!”The orgasm was so strong, so long and so intense that I don’tremember screaming or moaning. I fainted from its intensity.I awoke knowing that my life would never again be the same.Chapter 3The AwakeningI awoke alone in the bedroom. My restraints had been removed.So had the French Maid outfit.A note was taped to my chest.After finding a lamp on the night stand, I began reading the note.”Welcome to womanhood, you hot little bitch. I’m sure yourcunt and clit are both very sore from our little workout.I assure you it was nothing compared to what awaits you.There are fresh clothes laid out for you in the dressing room.Prepare yourself carefully after you take your scented bath andremove all your hair. The only hair I want to see is the hairon your head. Be sure that all your cunt hairs are gone. There’snothing sexier than a smooth crotch.After you’ve dressed, secure the restraints to your wrist andankles. I’ll adjust them when I return.Don’t forget your promise to do “anything” if I wouldlet you cum. You will pay for what you promised in the heat ofyour passion.By the way Dawn, you do take beautiful pictures. You looked sopeaceful sleeping with your full lips wrapped around the dildoand a vibrator crammed up your ass. I’m sure your “ex”would get a real charge out of seeing them.The door is padlocked. I have taken your clothes and car to afriend’s house.We will be back about 9:30 p.m. You had better be dressed andprepared to serve us.Remember, our wish is your command.Your mistressLynn”I painfully rolled over to check the clock. Every muscle ached.My hole felt as if a hot poker had been jammed into it. I groanedwith every movement. The light from the desk clock cast an eerieglow in the room. I noticed that my slashed panties were balled-upnext to me on the bed.The maid’s outfit was now hanging on a hook on the door.I ran my hands across my body. The corset was still cinched tightly.It felt like a second skin now. Each movement on the bed causedmy stockinged legs to brush together, once again awakening feelingsof excitement.The spreader bar laid threateningly on the floor next to the bed– a vivid reminder of my lost virginity.It was now 8:45 p.m. Only 45 minutes remained before my mistressreturned. I found my way to the bathroom and drew my bath water.A bottle of scented liquid sat on the sink. I emptied a capfulinto the tub and settled-in for a luxurious bath. A feeling oftotal relaxation enveloped me. A razor and hair removal cremecaught my eye. Could I actually shave myself smooth? How wouldI be able to face people?The thought of experiencing the wrath of my mistress erased mydoubts. I began the task of making myself presentable for MistressLynn. After toweling myself dry, I entered the dressing room.My evening attire awaited. It consisted of a scarlet red corset,falsies, black nylons, red pumps, red slip, red mini-dress andthe red panties I had purchased earlier. I handled each delicatearticle carefully. After hooking the corset in place, I insertedthe falsies. Their texture against my nipple seemed to keep themin a constant state of arousal.Next came the stockings. I carefully smoothed them up each legand attached the garters. Stepping into the panties, I swoonedwith pleasure as the material rested against my clean shaven crotch.Dawn was, once again, taking over my personality. I began feelinglike a school girl getting ready for her first party.The red slip barely covered my ass cheeks. Next, I smoothed thered satin mini-dress in place over my sexy lingerie. A black wigof cascading curls topped my head.I soon found myself posing in front of the full-length mirror.My mirror image excited me thoroughly. My cock throbbed in mypanties and I felt myself getting wet down there again.A little makeup would help, I thought. I experimented with MistressLynn’s assortment of makeup, mascara, eye liner and lipsticks.I didn’t do that bad of a job. A little on the slut side. But,that’s how I felt at the moment anyway.Chapter 4Mistress LisaThe sound of feminine voices outside the room snapped me backto reality. After unlocking the padlock, three women entered theroom, my mistress, a beautiful tall blonde and another woman whoremained in the shadows of the dark hallway. I lowered my headas Mistress Lynn approached me. She cupped my chin, raising myface to meet her gaze.”Not a bad job,” she said. “That dress and yourmakeup job could earn you a few bucks on any street corner. Something,however, seems to be missing.”The blonde beauty beckoned my mistress to her side and whisperedsomething in her ear. Mistress Lynn immediately stalked towardme and slapped my face. The sting brought tears to my eyes.What had I done wrong?”You stupid, useless cunt. How dare you embarrass me in frontof my friends. Can’t you follow a simple order? Where are yourrestraints?”I could only whisper that I was sorry that I was so stupid. Iquickly fastened the restraints to my wrists and ankles.”You’re sorry all right. You’re going to be even sorrierlater. Punishment will come soon enough. Tonight, our pleasurecomes first.”Mistress Lynn than asked her two friends who wanted to inspecther slave first.”I do,” said the blonde.The third lady remained in the shadows watching my every move.”Dawn, I want you to meet Mistress Lisa. I’m sure you rememberher from Victoria’s Secret. She’s the one who picked out yourpanties for you. You will obey her as you obey me. Do you understand?””Yes, mistress.”The blonde beauty pulled me into the bedroom, leading me to aspot on the floor marked with a piece of tape.”Stand over that spot and spread those legs, cunt.”I centered myself over the spot, my legs spread as far as possible. The domina then attached my ankle restraints to two clamps onthe floor.”Raise your arms over your head.”The wrist shackles were then attached to two ropes hanging fromthe ceiling. When they were pulled tight, I was stretched intoa jumping jack position. Once again, I found myself helplesslyspread-eagled. She reached into her bag and pulled out somethingthat resembled a riding crop.”You’ll become familiar with this little toy of mine fromone end to the other,” she sneered. She traced the handlealong each cheek.”Lynn tells me you’re an excellent cock sucker. Well, I preferto have my pussy eaten. There’s not too much difference. First,let’s see how well you can work your little slut mouth.”Mistress Lisa firmly pressed the handle between my lips. Theyopened and began sucking the handle in.”You’re a natural deep throat artist, aren’t you? Show mehow good you are with your tongue.”She slowly pulled it back out of my mouth and held it about twoinches from my lips and commanded me to start licking. My tonguedarted out. It snaked up, down and around the handle, caressingit fondly. I repeated this flicking process over and over again.”Not bad, you whore. Your mistress has taught you well. Doescock sucking and pussy eating turn you on? Don’t answer. I’llfind out for myself.”Because of my spread-eagle stance, my skirt and slip had riddenhigh up my thighs. A hint of red panties peeked from beneath theskirt.”I certainly have great tastes in panties. I love how theyfit so snug on you cute little tush. It’s a shame I didn’t getto see you in the white ones. Oh, well! Like Lynn says, ‘whiteis only for virgins.’ And there’s no virgin in this house. Isthere Dawn?”Before I could answer, Mistress Lisa again pressed the crop backbetween my lips. With her free hand, she reached down and cuppedmy crotch.”Those cute little panties are really soaked. And that swollenlittle clit keeps jumping in my hand. I bet you’d just love tohave me ram this handle into your hot, tight little hole.”She removed the handle from my mouth and pressed it firmly againstmy hole. The panties were pressed into my ass, mercifully keepingthe handle from invading my already sore butt hole. Stepping behindme, she caressed my ass cheeks and pulled my dress up to my waist.With one swift motion she pulled my panties down to my spreadknees. The crop swished through the air and then it found itsmark. I felt a sharp sting as it landed across my naked flesh.Smack! Smack! Smack!The crop found its target again and again. My ass jerked uncontrollablyas she whipped my ass with the riding crop.”That’s the pain. Next comes the humiliation.”Chapter 5Stepping OutShe unfastened my imprisoned ankles and had me step into the redheels and tightened the straps around my ankles. She placed abracelet around my ankle.”This is my gift to you. Wear your slave bracelet proudly,”she said.My wrist restraints were removed and she led me toward the door.I balked, earning an immediate slap.”Stand out on the porch and wait for me,” she commandedas she pushed me out the door.The cool night breeze played a sweet rhythm on my stockinged thighs.My knees weakened. I had to lean against a porch post for support.The porch light came on. The three women inside waved to me froma window. The moisture that had formed on my panties from my excitementfelt cold against my cock. My ass cheeks clenched tightly fromthe breeze.I prayed no one would pass by and see me. The door opened. MistressLisa emerged clad in jeans, windbreaker and a baseball cap. Herlong tresses were hidden under the cap, giving her a manly appearance.”Ready for our date, Dawn? I hope you’re not the kind ofgirl who doesn’t put out on the first date,” she whispered.She took my hand and led me to her convertible. The top was down.She opened the passenger door for me . As I slid onto the seat,she fondled and pinched my ass.”Nice buns.”It was hard keeping the skirt pulled down. The seats were vinyl.My butt slid every time I moved, exposing my moist, pantied crotchto the summer breeze. The mistress pulled out of the drivewayand headed toward the interstate on-ramp.”Slide over here. Don’t be shy,” she intoned.I slid closer, so close our thighs touched. Primly, I pulled myskirt down in a vain attempt to cover myself.”It’s a little late for modesty, Dawn,” she said. Herhand reached between my clenched thighs and roughly forced themapart. Expert fingers began massaging their way to my crotch.”Spread those thighs and pull your skirt up. I want thesehorny truckers to be able to see your sweet little panties whenthey pass us. Put you heels up on the dashboard and recline yourseat a little. If you don’t do it, I’ll drop you off right here,”she warned.I complied as fast as she could bark out each order. My facialcolor had to match the red of my panties. I was embarrassed atbeing displayed so openly for everyone’s view.”Lick your fingers. Slide them into your panties and playwith your clit.”As soon as my hand dipped behind the wisp of satin material, Iheard an air horn blast and a trucker shout, “Hey bitch,how about letting me put my meat there in place of your hand.”I wanted to die.Mistress Lisa laughed aloud at my shame and humiliation.”I want you to play with yourself with one hand and rub mycrotch with the other. I brought you on this ride so you couldplease me, not yourself .”I moved my hand to her crotch and began massaging. To my surprise,I felt a bulge in her jeans. Could Mistress Lisa actually be aman? How can she possibly have a hardon? I continued to rub.”Open my pants. Pull down the zipper. You’ve given me a hardonwith all that rubbing. It needs taken care of. Give me a blowjob.Now,” she commanded. “Put some of that lipstick on mydipstick.”After unbuttoning her jeans, I could feel something strainingto escape. A rubber cock sprang out and pointed itself directlyat me.”Suck me off, cunt.””Yes, mistress.”I pulled my legs down off the dash and knelt on the front seat.My head lowered into her lap and began sucking and licking thedildo that had become a large part of my life lately. My mistresslaughed as drivers honked and waved as they spotted my head bobbingup and down on the cock.”Disconnect the cock from its holder. Eat my pussy. Suckmy pussy lips. Lick my clit until I cum,” she breathed heavily.The dildo was easy to remove from its harness. I laid it on theseat and returned to the object of my attention.”Ummmm, that feels so good,” she moaned.She spread her legs wide for me so that I could better bury myface in her pleasure palace. Her womanly aroma quickly filledmy nostrils. I was so wrapped up in pleasing her that I couldno longer hear the horns or yells. I teased her clit with thetip of my tongue. The erect little nub pulsed hotly against mytongue tip.”That’s it. A little faster. Oh! Keep licking that spot.You’re getting better.”Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. They squeezed the sides ofmy head as I thrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy.I thought my tongue would come loose at its roots as it continuedto dive into the depths of her seething cunt. Suddenly, her asslifted high of the seat and her pussy continued to grind hardagainst my lips and tongue. Her thighs literally locked themselvesto my head.She tensed. Strained. Tensed. Squeezed. Moaned. Tensed. Strained.Screamed aloud and crashed back into the seat.”Oh God, that felt so good!”My mouth was filled with her juices. Her thighs finally releasedmy head from their vise grip.”Not bad, bitch. Not bad at all.”I was amazed that we were still on the road. She had more controlthan I had. Mistress Lisa commanded me to zip up her jeans andhelp her straighten up. After gaining her composure, she reachedin to the glove box and pulled out a jar of Vaseline.”Take this and lubricate the dildo really well. You mightwant to grease your love hole too. You see, For your reward, I’mgoing to let you home with that cock buried in your tight littletwat.”I spared no grease, remembering how hard it was to initially takein the rubber cock, especially the massive head of it. Liftingmy ass of the seat, I wormed a greased finger into my hole. Themuscles tensed around it and I imagined the discomfort awaitingme.”Pull your panties down, Dawn. I’ll hold the cock in placeon the seat while you lower yourself on it.”Panties pulled down, I raised my ass at least a foot into theair. While still driving, she slid the dildo into place.”Start lowering yourself. Take just a little at a time. Doyou feel it going in?”The end of the dildo bounced against my hole and slowly workedits way inside.I nodded that I did. As soon I did, she slammed on the brakes.I lost my balance and slid immediately down the length of thegreased shaft. It was totally buried in my hole. “Aaaaaiiiieee,”I screamed in pain.”Shut up, bitch!”The pain was soon replaced by an almost pleasurable feeling offullness. The pain returned, of course, every time we hit a bumpor made a hard turn.”Pull up your undies, you shameless slut. Cover those legs.Have you no pride at all? I thought I was taking out a nice girl.Wait until I tell your mistress what a bad little girl you’vebeen,” she laughed as continued down the road.Once we left the interstate, she wound her way home along onlyunpaved gravel roads. Every bump caused me to moan in pain. Everymoan drew a snicker from my date.”How does it feel to have a cock imbedded in your twat,”she exclaimed.”It’s soooo big and soooo hard inside me,” I moaned.As we pulled into the driveway, Mistress Lisa told me to exitthe car like a lady, go inside and wait in the bedroom while shediscussed my conduct with Mistress Lynn.I exited the car in as prim and proper a manner as possible. Aftersmoothing the skirt on my legs, I began my walk up the drivewayand onto the porch. My heels clicked loudly as I walked quicklyto the door. My thighs rubbed together and my muscles strainedagainst the cock buried in my hole. The door was unlocked andI went directly to the bedroom, closed the door and awaited myfate.Chapter 6Mystery Mistress”That Dawn is one hot piece of ass,” exclaimed MistressLisa. “With a little more discipline, she’ll make a firstclass she-male slave.”She told her friends everything that happened on our ‘date.'”You should have seen the reaction of those truckers whenthey saw Dawn, her dress hiked up, and her fingers buried in herpanties. I’m still surprised there were no accidents. That remindsme. Dawn still has the dildo buried in her cute little ass. Shemust be in agony.”There was no mercy in Mistress Lynn’s voice when I heard her laughand exclaim, “Let her suffer for awhile. She deserves it.””Should we allow Mistress Ellen to have her turn with Dawnnow,” Mistress Lisa asked her partner-in-pain.Mistress Lynn agreed. She told her friends that she would firstprepare me for my next encounter. “My little bitch slavebetter be kneeling at the foot of the bed when I walk throughthat door,” she shouted.I immediately dropped to my knees.The door burst open.There stood my mistress, still dressed in her leather outfit.In her heels, she towered over my kneeling, quivering form.”My friend Mistress Ellen will soon join us. I have givenher total freedom to use you as she pleases. She is so beautifulthat you are not worthy of the honor of viewing her beauty.”she said and placed a thick blindfold over my eyes. “Youwill not touch her unless she commands you to do so. She willprobably only allow you to use your mouth on her. Understand?””Yes, mistress.””Kneel on the bed , pull down your panties, and stick youruseless ass in the air so that I can remove that cock from yourhot, tight pussy.”Her hands slowly spread my cheeks. Then, without warning, sheroughly pulled the prick from my hole.”Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!””Did that hurt my poor baby Dawn?””Yes, Mistress Lynn,” I whimpered tearfully.”Good! Now, roll over on your back and lie still.”Leaving me to my pain, my mistress left the room to summon herpartner. A few moments later, I heard two sets of heels clickingtheir way down the hall and through the doorway.”Mistress Ellen, I present you my humble slave Dawn. Sheis yours to do with as you please,” announced my mistress.”Mmmm! Not bad. Not bad at all,” the newest voice soundedsweet, and vaguely familiar, to my ears.It seemed as if an eternity had passed before there was any movementor sound in the room. I realized that Mistress Ellen was performinga visual inspection. I felt like a slab of meat on a hook in abutcher shop.”I want her bound spread-eagled. I want total control overthis selfish bitch,” my third mistress of the day said, hervoice never higher than a loud whisper.On came the ankle restraints. My mini-dress began to ride up asmy legs were forcefully spread to secure the clamps. My arms wereroughly pulled over my head, spread and hooked-up to the remainingclamps.”Don’t you think it would be fun to arouse this bitch sothat she gets an idea of what I expect from her,” asked MistressEllen.”Great idea,” remarked Mistress Lynn.I felt someone climb on the bed and kneel beside me. My dresshad one long zipper in the front. It extended from the bottomall the way up to the neckline. Mistress Ellen began to slowlywork the fastener down the length of the dress. Her hands exploredmy exposed flesh as she worked her way down. She shifted positionand lodged a knee firmly between my outstretched legs, placingpressure against my crotch. She reached into my corset and pulledout my falsies. I almost fainted when she first sucked, then bitmy hardened, extended nipples. Her hands returned to the zipper,inching it ever so slowly to the bottom of my dress. She jerkedthe zipper free and spread apart the dress, exposing my corset-cladbody.”Something that small should be called a shirt, not a dress,”she whispered. My slip barely covered my panties. She bent downand kissed the small strip of flesh peeking out from between theend of my corset and the beginning of the slip. When her lipsmet my flesh, a soft moan escaped my lips. My hips arched up,desperately trying to keep in contact with her warm, moist lips.”Ooohhh! Mmmm!” I moaned. My thighs began squeezingthe knee lodged against my pelvis. She pushed it even more firmlyagainst my pubes. Stroking the softness of my belly, her everycaress created tiny explosions of ecstasy in my brain. Her fingersthen began tracing a circular motion across my hips. “Ummmm!”My body squirmed and twisted to maintain the contact.Her deft fingers moved firmly, lower and deeper beneath the slipinto my soaked panties.”Oh! Ohhhh! Oh, my goodness!” The soft purring moanscoming from my lips quickly turned into a gasp as her soft, lightfingers brushed across my groin. Velvety fingers encircled andthe squeezed my bloated organ of pleasure.She removed her hand and leaned back on the bed. My body screamedfor her to continue.’Lets get these out of the way, shall we. Lift your buns so Ican gather it around your waist.”I raised myself and thrilled to the touch of her hands workingthe slip up my flesh. Her nails grazed my inner thighs, then mycrotch as she inched the fabric to its resting place.”Your panties are really soaked. I’ll bet you would lovefor me to play with your clit and slide something into your hot,tight little pussy.””Yes, oh yes, yes, my mistress!”I try to spread my legs even wider to allow her free access. Mythighs and cock were on fire, begging for attention. She rolledmy panties down, exposing my member and ass cheeks. She tickledmy erection with her fingers.”Oh Jesus! Oh … Ohhh … Ohhhhh!” I moaned loudly,filled with a sense of urgency. The moans came, not from my throat,but from my very soul.Mistress Ellen slid lower on the bed. Her lips alternately kissedand bit the sensitive insides of my thighs.”Oh, God. Oh, God,” I screamed aloud.One of her fingers began to circle my hole, slowly working itsway in and rubbing gently against my sex-charged internal membranes.”Oh, please, please, oh my God.”The finger retreated. I arched up hard, straining to recapturethe exquisite feeling of penetration. Somehow, I knew at thatmoment that I had just used up my allotment of pleasure. I becamedesperate. Frustrated. But, also resigned to my disappointment.After all, wasn’t I told that I would be the giver of pleasurerather than the receiver?”Look at this Lynn. I think this slut is starting her period.There’s blood on my finger.””Why so she is. I guess it’s time for a feminine hygienelesson. Do you have any tampons?”Mistress Ellen says that she has super absorbent ones in her purse.”I guess we’ll have to put the first one in for her,”says Mistress Lynn.One of my mistresses rubs Vaseline around and inside my hole.I feel a plastic tube being forced into me. She pushes in andthen pulls back, leaving the tampon resting snugly in place. Ican feel the string resting on a thigh. My panties are pulledback into place. I can feel the tampon spreading inside me, gentlypressing against my inner walls.Mistress Ellen climbed back onto the bed and straddled my chest.”Didn’t Lisa say that Dawn was an expert cock sucker anda decent pussy eater,” asked Mistress Ellen. “I thinkI’ll give her a little practice time. There’s nothing better thana little head to end the day.”Her nylon covered legs crossed over my shoulders as she positionedherself over my face.”This is the reason for your being. You were put on thisearth to please your mistress and her friends. There is no otherreason. Seeing that you have no cock to speak of, you must becomean expert with your tongue. Feel honored that we allow you toworship us,” said Mistress Lynn.While she talked, I could feel her settling in for a long oralbath. Her stockings brushed against my cheeks with every movement,sending waves of excitement coursing through my veins. The headyaroma of her crotch made me swoon.She dipped her pussy closer to my face. My lips twitched withdesire to kiss and spread her lips with my tongue. I got my wish.Her groin pressed against my lips. They immediately opened andbegan to pay homage to her temple of love. She moved my head fromside to side, pressing my lips against the exposed skin of herthighs. I returned to the object of my affection. My tongue teasedher exposed labia through the soft net of her hairs. I flickedat it with my tongue back, forth, back, forth — gently licking,moistening the inside of the most sensitive part of her thigh.”How do I taste, Dawn,’ she asked. Her breath was quickening.I knew I was beginning to please her.”You are delicious, so delicious.”She grabbed my ears and repositioned my face.”Shut up and eat me,” she breathed heavily into my ears.My lips closed around her swollen clit and sipped. I felt herwomb contract. I fell in love with her cunt, gloried in it. Iwas drinking her juices, getting drunk on her sex.”Keep sucking,” she screamed. “Suck, Suck , suckit out!” I knew she was close to coming . I wanted that forher. To please her. My mistress was wet and open to me. My tongueslid through her smooth passageway and outlined her clit, risingand pulsing in passion. My lips and tongue went wild inside her.I probed, dwelt, licked, sucked her juices until she screamedin pleasure. She began to shudder. I was certain she would cumany instant. But abruptly she lifted herself off my face.”I want to be fucked. I need something in my pussy. MistressLynn would you put the two-headed dildo in Dawn’s mouth for me?””Of course, my dear.”A thick cock-head was placed between my lips. “Suck it inand hold it tightly in your mouth you slut,” Mistress Lynncommanded.Mistress Ellen impaled herself on the dildo in one swift viciousmotion. Her clit rubbed against my nose as she settled into place.Each time she moved herself up and down the shaft, her clit cameinto contact. I could feel and taste her juices flowing. It seepedbetween my lips and clenched teeth, oozing down my throat likenectar.Her orgasm was magnificent. I felt it build. Felt her expand.Then contract. Expand. Contract. She moaned uncontrollably. Whenshe finally neared her climax, intense spasms and contractionsracked her body.It melted with relaxation and her breathing returned to normal.Sated and exhausted, she climbed off my face. She pulled the dildofrom my mouth and climbed off the bed.’Now for your final humiliation, Dawn,” Following those words,Mistress Lisa removed my blindfold.I fainted at the sight of the woman who had just ridden my faceto a total and complete orgasm. It was my girlfriend. She nowhad the last laugh, and the strongest orgasm of our relationship.Chapter 7Lessons LearnedWhen I regained my senses, all three mistresses were sitting onthe edge of the bed. I was still spread-eagled. My jaw was sorefrom holding the dildo between my teeth while my former girlfriendrode herself to the peak of sexual pleasure.I looked up to the mirror. They were right. They had humiliatedme totally. I had said things and done things I knew I could neverrepeat to my anyone. I had been reduced to their subservient slave.”Well, good morning Dawn. I see you had a good night’s sleep.I guess we really wore you out. You slept like a baby,” MistressLynn said softly.Gone were their leather ensembles. The sensuous bodies I had cometo appreciate were now covered with jeans and loose-fitting shirts.”How did it feel, bitch? Now you know what it feels liketo be brought so close to an orgasm that your body began to melt,only to be denied because your partner climaxed first and selfishlyleft you hanging,” said Mistress Ellen.I began to understand. That’s what this was all about. I had toadmit she was right.”It took me a while to set up this session. Mistress Lynngave me two alternatives. I could let her lure you here just tohumiliate you. Or, I could have her train you to be my slave forever.I want you back, but only on my terms. So I asked her if I couldhelp in your training. As you now know, she was more than agreeable,”Mistress Ellen said.The women then pulled out a photo album. It contained dozens ofphotos of me. Most were taken while I was asleep, stretched-outin my lingerie. A good number, however, were action shots takenwhile I was blindfolded. They must have had them developed atone of those one-hour processing places.”Pretty good stuff,” Mistress Lynn remarked.All I could do was drop my head in embarrassment.”I’m going to keep my copies next to my night stand,”said Mistress Lisa, “They’re so sexy. I might masturbatemyself to sleep at night while looking at them.”What did Mistress Ellen plan to do with her copies?”I have two sets. One of them stays with Mistress Lynn incase I need them. The others? I might kayseri escort share them with some ofyour friends.””Oh, please, no,” I implored my mistress. “I’lldo anything you wish. Please don’t show them to anyone.”She had me where she wanted me.”If you keep me happy and satisfied, this will be our littlesecret,” she said. She then began to list her conditions.I would become her love slave.All my male underwear will be thrown out when we returned home.The only male clothing I would wear would be those essential formy job, and an occasional social gathering.I would have to accompany her to purchase my new wardrobe to makesure everything fit. Everything would have to be tried-on at thestore.We would only have sex when and how she wanted it.She would control if and when I was allowed to satisfy myself.I would move in with her as her roommate, not her boyfriend.I would be responsible for all the cooking and cleaning.She would handle all business matters.I would be enrolled in a fitness class. “It’s either thator a tummy-tuck,” she said. “Do you understand and agree?””But, Mistress.””The way I see it, you have no other choice.””Yes, Mistress.”Perhaps I made a mistake in our last issue, August, by not endingthe chapter of “Dawn” with a to be continued note. Atthe time, I was not sure that I had more material from the author,and now I do!Chapter 8Heading For Home”Good, now Let’s get you ready for the drive home. I’ll,of course be driving.””Yes, Mistress.”My restraints were removed. I was told to bathe and change forthe trip. I began to undress. They didn’t leave the room. Theyjust sat and watched.”Let’s help her,” suggested Mistress Lisa.”Why not,” quipped Mistress Lynn.All three of them approached me and began to remove my clothing.Their hands probed, pinched, fondled and slapped as they removedeach garment. I was their plaything. The game was really fun forthem. It was becoming exciting for me.”My God, her clit is swelling again. Doesn’t she ever getenough?”Mistress Lynn ordered me to take a cold shower, rather than thehot bath I was really looking forward to taking. Naked, I retreatedto the bathroom. The cold water sent shivers through my veins.It awakened me. Awakened me, I realized, to a new and excitinglife with Ellen. I loved her more at that instant than I everhad. I was hers, mentally and physically.After toweling dry, I entered the dressing room. My new attireawaited. It closely resembled the leather ensemble Mistress Ellenwore last night. As I picked up each piece and held it to my face,I realized it was her clothing. It smelled sweetly with her perfume.The smell of her sex also permeated my senses. The only articlemissing was her crotchless panties. They were replaced by theblack satin ones I had bought at the store.I put on the leather bra. It was underwired. The falsies awaitedme on the table. They were soon sitting in place, pressing themagainst my aroused nipples. Next, I slid the black nylons up myshaven legs, waves of excitement overtook my senses. I hookedthe leather garter belt around my waist and attached the gartersto my nylons. The belt and nylons provided a stark contrast tomy white exposed crotch, now framed by my sexy lingerie. I pulledthe panties on and thrilled to the material sliding against myskin. Another mini-slip awaited. Once again, it barely coveredmy buns, stopping about mid thigh. The leather miniskirt camenext. The material hung over the slip, pressing it against myskin. I covered my bra with the satin blouse and tucked it intomy skirt.Mistress Ellen entered the room then and complimented me on myappearance.”It’s going to be hard to keep my hands off you on the wayhome.” You’re one sexy looking bitch. If only you knew howto use makeup. That, my little slut will be one of your firstlessons. I’m sure my beautician will be glad to help, if I lether have you for a night.”She began applying the makeup, also applying polish to my toenails and finger nails. My eye lids and lashes were paid muchattention. A short black wig replaced the longer one. My mistressstepped back to inspect her work. She smiled and called in herfriends.”I hope nobody tries to steal this hot cunt from you. Shelooks good enough to eat. Eat me, that is,” said MistressLisa.”I told you she was trainable, said Mistress Lynn.”You did a remarkable job, Lynn. I don’t know how to repayyou,” Mistress Ellen said as she embraced her mentor. Theykissed each other long and hard. They sucked each other’s tonguesas if they were stiff phalluses. I heard Mistress Ellen beginto moan with pleasure as Mistress Lynn cupped Ellen’s crotch ,lowered her zipper and slipped her hand in her jeans. MistressEllen eagerly ground her pelvis against the invading hand.They parted, breathless. Mistress Lynn looked and me and said.”I hope you now understand the power of pussy. We don’t needa cock to satisfy us. You, however, would go crazy if there wereno pussy for you to worship.”The women said their farewells. They were rather passionate onesat that. A lot of kissing and feeling.”It’s time to go, honey. Get my bags and take them to thecar,” my mistress commanded.I stopped in my tracks, bags in hand. If I walked out the doorinto the awaiting daylight dressed like this, the neighbors wouldsurely see me. They knew a man had pulled-up in that car yesterday.They would know.”Move your ass, slut. We have a long drive ahead of us. Besides,I may want to stop at a rest area so that you can freshen my sweatypussy with your mouth,” laughed Mistress Ellen.I carried out the bags and put them in the trunk. When I triedto go back into the house, the door was locked. My mistresseswaved at me through the window. My options were limited. I couldstand on the porch and wait or I could wait in the car. I chosethe car. Clumsily, I dropped the keys and they slid across theporch.My heels clicked loudly as I rushed to retrieve the keys. In myhaste, I forgot about the short skirt. When I bent down to pickup the keys, my skirt rode up to expose my pantied rear to thepassing neighbors.Mistress Ellen finally came out. She was still laughing at myembarrassment. Taking the keys from my hand, she unlocked thedoor, opened it for me and closed it after I settled into theseat.I tugged my skirt down. The plush material of the seats swallowedmy nylon encased thighs. My juices began to flow again. I feltthe first small squirt of fluid begin to spread across my panties.She climbed into the driver’s seat and we began our journey home.Chapter 9A “Hitch” In Our Travel PlansWe stopped at a rest area about half way home. Just as MistressEllen pulled into a parking space, a convertible wheeled in besideus. It was Mistress Lisa. She smiled and waved at us. She wasdressed in cut-offs, T-shirt and that familiar ball cap.”Hi roomie,” she yelled to Mistress Ellen as she climbedout of the car.The two of them hugged each other and headed toward the rest room.”Come along Dawn, honey, It’s time for a pit stop,”my mistress shouted over her shoulder.I looked around the area. It was filled with tourists and truckdrivers. Slowly climbing out of the car, I was careful to pullmy skirt down and began the long walk to the rest rooms. Instinctively,I went toward the men’s room.”Dawn, honey, aren’t you going to the wrong room?”Mistress Lisa held the ladies room door open for me. All the stallswere occupied except one. Ellen entered it, forcing me to waitmy turn. Finally, Mistress Ellen emerged from her stall and usheredme into the toilet.”Hurry up sweetie. We need to get home soon so that you cancook dinner for me and Lisa. Did I forget to tell you? She movedin with me last weekend.”I locked the door behind me. I could hear two more women enterthe room. The realization that I couldn’t urinate standing upstruck home immediately. That would surely give me away. Lisaflushed the toilet in the adjoining stall and whispered to methat she would be waiting for me outside.I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slid my panties down to myknees. The seat was cold against my rear as I sat down to pee.Finishing my business, I flushed, pulled up my panties, smoothedmy skirt and left the stall. The rest room mirror brought me backto the reality of my plight. The woman staring back at me in themirror offered no semblance of manhood. My heels caused me tostumble across the tile floor as I began to leave.Just then one of the women came out of her stall. Seeing me stumble,she remarked, “drunken slut.”When I reached the curb, I noticed that Mistress Ellen’s (my)car was gone. Lisa motioned me to get in her convertible.”Ellen went on ahead to get your room ready and start planningyour new wardrobe.”She told me to drive because I needed to learn how to drive inheels. Working the pedals was more difficult, especially in ashort tight skirt. Thankfully, it had an automatic transmission.I carefully backed out and guided the car onto the interstate.Mistress Lisa slid closer to me and whispered in my ear, “Doesn’tthis remind you of our last date Dawn?”I nodded that it did. It took all my concentration to keep thecar on the road. I couldn’t afford the thought of getting pulledover by a cop. Not dressed like this. Mistress Lisa had ideasof her own, however. She put her arm around my shoulder and slippedher hot, moist tongue into my ear and then began to kiss and nibbleon my ear lobe and neck.”Ooohhh! I moaned through clenched teeth. This response spurredher on.”I see I’m getting to you again. Keep your eyes on the roadand your hands on the wheel. I’ll take care of the rest.”Her hand slipped between my legs, slowing inching its way up mytrembling thigh. My thighs instinctively separated, giving herfree access to my crotch. I jerked when her cool fingertips reachedthe exposed flesh above my stocking tops.”Concentrate on your driving, Dawn.””It’s hard, Mistress Lisa.””It’s hard you say. Maybe I should feel for myself.”She slid her hand higher and cupped my crotch.”It certainly is hard Dawn. You’re certainly an easily excitablelittle lady.” Her hand continued to play over my pantiesmaterial. Suddenly, she squeezed my bulge tightly.My scream was lost in the wind as it blew past my face.”Sorry, Baby! I just couldn’t resist.”My eyes filled with tears as I fought to keep control of the car.”Oh, look Dawn. There’s two girl hitchhikers. Let’s stopand pick them up.”I looked ahead and couldn’t believe my eyes. I had never seentwo more beautiful ladies hitching a ride.”Pull over Dawn,” Mistress Lisa commanded. I pulledoff the road and the girls quickly ran up to the car.”One of them asked, “Going as far as San Antonio?””We sure are. Hop in,” offered my mistress, “letme crawl in back so that you can have some room to stretch yourlegs,” she told the taller of the two girls.The girl who sat beside me was a tanned, long legged goddess.Her name was Marty. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and a haltertop.”I’m sure glad you girls stopped. We had to turn down atleast a dozen creepy males that almost tried to drag us into theircars,” she explained.Her partner in the back seat, Etta, laughed and proclaimed, “Itwouldn’t have done them any good. We’re lesbians and have no usefor men. I hope that doesn’t shock or bother you.”I swallowed hard and continued to concentrate on driving.Mistress Lynn giggled and said, “It takes a lot more thanthat to shock us. Isn’t that right, Dawn?”I nodded in agreement.”You have to excuse Dawn. She’s awfully shy. A hot littlebitch. But shy,” explained Mistress Lisa.Marty’s eyes widened. She gazed at me and said, “Maybe Ican help her break out of her shell. Besides, I get really turnedon by chicks in leather.”Meanwhile — in the back seat — I noticed that my mistress andEtta were locked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately. MistressLisa caught me looking and winked back at me.Marty slid closer to me on the seat and began running her fingerson my neck. Her hand was soft as silk. Darkness had settled inand the evening breeze helped cool down my boiling blood.”Pull into the next rest area,” Marty whispered intomy ear.Five minutes later we pulled into an almost deserted rest stop.I was careful to pull into the darkest, most secluded area. Istooped the car, turned off the lights and awaited Marty’s nextmove. The passionate moans coming from the back seat seemed toexcite Marty even more. She placed her fingers under my chin,turned my face to meet hers and kissed me gently. My lips partedimmediately. Her tongue wiggled it way past my slightly partedlips.”Mmmm,” she purred.”Ooohhh,” I responded, sucking her tongue deep intomy mouth.Her hand began to rub and knead my false breast through my blouse.”Please don’t let her find out,” I prayed silently.Not yet, at least.She dropped her hand into my lap. In panic, I clamped my thighstightly together.”This is no time for passion cramps,” said Marty. “Openup those legs and let me play with your hot clit. I can’t waitto bury my fingers in your hot, moist hole.” She pinchedthe inside of my thigh. My reflexes were good. Too good. My legsparted immediately. Marty was easily able to snake her hand intothe opening.Her tongue worming its way in and out of my mouth caused me toforget about her intruding hand. Continuing our French kissing,her hand snaked further up my nylon covered leg. She eventuallyreached the crotch of my panties. They were sopping wet — firstfrom my Mistress Lisa’s teasing and now from Marty’s exploring.I moaned loudly as she gently ran her hand over the rear of mypanties, cupping my ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider. Martypulled my panties down from the rear. I raised my ass off theseat to allow her to pull them down. I felt the satin materialslip over my knees and quickly gather around my ankles. I wasquickly reminded of my ankle restraints.Her hand then swiftly worked its way back under the skirt andfound its way to my crotch. First she rubbed. Then stopped abruptly.Her hands quickly grabbed my swollen cock, squeezing hard.”Well, well, what have we here?”How would she react to this discovery?Mistress Lisa interrupted her lovemaking with Etta long enoughto whisper an explanation to Marty. She giggled and whisperedsomething back to my mistress. Marty removed her hand from mycrotch. She smacked my face and informed me that I would pay dearlyfor my deception.”I’ll bet you’d give anything to cum, wouldn’t you?””Yes. Please!””Tough shit, bitch! You’re going to eat my pussy until Itell you to stop.”She slid across the seat, pulled her skirt up to her waist andbeckoned me to begin.”Get your face between these thighs and start licking.”Even in the dark, I could see the treasure awaiting. Her pussywas framed between her outspread legs, bulging out the crotchof her panties. I crawled across the seat and nestled my facein place. The aroma of her sex filled my nostrils.She arched her hips toward my face and moaned aloud as I begansucking her still pantied crotch. Humping at my face, she squirmeduncontrollably as my tongue lapped at her pussy. I sucked herclit through the panties material as she screamed at me to continue.Her thighs squeezed my cheeks as I licked and sucked her to herfirst orgasm. Marty pulled off her drenched panties, grabbed myhead and forced my face back into her groin. I went back to work.My licking and sucking brought her to a series of intense orgasms.The sounds from the couple in the back seat assured me that theaction back there was just as hot.”Let’s switch places, Etta,” a sated Marty yelled tothe back seat.I repeated my oral worship with Etta, eating her to multiple orgasms.Her shaven pussy helped create a strong vacuum as I sucked greedilyon her throbbing clit. I buried my tongue deep in her pussy, causingshivers of pleasure to rack her body. Her juices flowed freelydown my chin. Meanwhile, my mistress and Marty engaged in a hotsixty-nine session of their own.Finally, all three women were satisfied. They rearranged theirclothing, lounged on the seats and commanded me to drive themhome.My mistress sensed my frustration.”Sorry Dawn. Ellen would be mad if she heard that I allowedyou to get off. Maybe she’ll let you satisfy yourself later.””Yes, mistress.”We dropped our passengers off at their apartment. It was onlyabout two blocks from our home.”Drop over this weekend,” Marty invited my mistress.”Bring that little slut slave of yours too. We need a maidto serve, and service, us.””Sounds great,” responded Mistress Lisa as she climbedinto the front seat, patted my thigh and told me to drive on home.”See all the fun you’re going to have now that you are oneof the girls,” she giggled. After we pulled into the apartment’sparking garage, Mistress Lisa had me get the luggage and carryit to the apartment.When we entered the elevator, there were two people in it. Mymistress seemed to know them. She smiled and talked to them asthe elevator began its climb.”Who’s the new chick?, one asked.”She’s our new roomie.”The other asked my mistress, “She’s not one of those dykebitches that we see here sometimes, is she?””Actually, Dawn here will be anything we want her to be.She’ll do anything we tell her to do, if you know what I mean,”Mistress Lisa explained.Both smiled knowingly. “How about a preview?””Ok! Dawn put down the bags and let my friends to check youout.”I set down the bags and stood in the middle of the compartment,hands at my sides.”Nice ass!””Good legs!””Check out those lips.””Blowjob lips if I ever saw any.””Small tits.””Who cares. Nobody fucks tits any more.””Could lose a little weight.”One of then pulled me close. Hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I tensedat the touch. A hand slipped under my skirt, into my panties andrubbed over my crotch. It gripped my tool and squeezed hard.”Swollen clit. Turns on easily.”I remained frozen in place, not wanting to respond to the blatantadvances. The other one then took my hand and made me lower hiszipper. He forced my hand into his fly, making me grip his prick.That was the first time I had ever touched a dick other than myown. I let go as if I were shocked.”Don’t worry honey. Soon you’ll be wrapping more than yourfingers around my rod. Just wait till I force it between yourlips or up your hole.”The hot words and my hand wrapped around his organ caused it toswell to a size the astonished me. I shuddered at the thoughtof having to do anything with it.”Lisa, call us when you have broken this slut in,” hesneered.They left the elevator laughing at my embarrassment.Finally we entered Mistress Ellen’s apartment, my new home.I was directed to place the bags in Mistress Lisa’s room and toreturn to the living room.”You must be worn out,” said Mistress Ellen. “Youbetter get a good night’s sleep because all us girls are goingshopping tomorrow. I already called your boss and told him youwere ill.”She then lead me to my bedroom, the smallest of the three. Sheopened the closet to unveil a small collection of dresses, skirts,blouses and sweaters. No slacks or shorts. The dresser drawerswere filled with a wide variety of lingerie items. There wereno men’s clothes in sight.”I saved you a couple suits, a few shirts and some shoesand socks,” she said. “The remainder of the time, youwill always wear dresses and skirts. That way, we have easieraccess to your hot crotch.”She reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a small nightieset and handed it to me. I stripped out of my leather ensembledown to my panties. They were soaked.My mistress handed me ruffled panties and a bra to wear underthe nightie. I skinned the soaked panties off and replaced themwith the dry ones. Next, I fastened the bra over my falsies andslipped on the nightie.They both gave me a quick kiss good night and tucked me into thequeen size bed. I was swallowed in satin. I began to relax, hopingfor a good night’s sleep.It was not to be.I could here the sounds of their lovemaking as if they were inthe room with me.Licking, sucking, moaning sounds pierced my senses. I slippedout of bed to see if I could catch a glimpse of their hot action.Mistress Ellen’s door was ajar and I could see the bed.Chapter 10They Say That Making Up Is Hard To DoI awoke from a deep sleep to find myself alone in my new bed –in my new home. Sunlight flooded the room. Stretching out, I feltthe ruffled panties draw tighter against my crotch. The lace trimof my nightie tickled my legs as I gained full consciousness.It was truly a woman’s bedroom, complete with dainty curtains,stuffed a****ls and the scent of lilac. I climbed out from underthe covers and checked out the room. A quick check of the closetand dresser confirmed that I wasn’t awakening from a dream adventure.A look in the mirror erased all doubts.It presented the vision of a woman who needed a shower and a shave.I removed my nightie, bra and panties and began to run the shower.I alternated hot and cold water in order to clear my senses. Thereality of my situation began to seep into my pores. The weekendwas not a dream. The pain in my butt served as a physical reminderof my lost virginity.I heard the bathroom door open. Mistress Lisa had entered theroom to tell me to hurry up because they were waiting for theirbreakfast.”Get your sweet little ass in gear, Dawn. Put your clotheson. I’ll help you with your makeup.”After toweling myself dry, I made my way back to the bedroom.My clothes were laid out and waiting for me. A waist cincher wasthe first object to catch my eye. It had four garters attachedto it. I tightened it around my waist and was startled to noticethat it held in my tummy and caused my hips to flare, presentinga more girlish figure. Next came the front fastener black braand breast inserts. They felt and moved as if they were a partof my skin. The stockings came next. I rolled them slowly up eachleg and fastened them to the garters.My newest set of panties matched the cincher. I pulled them upmy legs and crammed my bulge into the confines of the lycra cage.A short, slit slip covered my undergarments. My outfit consistedof a dress with a teasingly tight bodice that softly shirred intolayers of ruffles that got shorter in the back. It was made oftaffeta with a black zipper that ran the length of the dress.About that time Mistress Lisa returned to see if I was ready formy first makeup lesson.”You look absolutely stunning. Are you ready to completeyour transformation?””Yes, mistress.”I followed her into the bathroom and took a seat in front of thelarge makeup mirror. She had me shave closely before taking charge.”We need to soften your look, Dawn.”She applied an ivory foundation, plus what she called a concealerto my cheeks, nose and chin.”That should help even out your ruddy complexion.”Next, she applied pale mauve shadow on my eyelids, camel on mybrow bones and soft grey liner along my upper lash line.”That really shows off your deep set eyes.” Black mascaradarkened my lashes.”Just a few finishing touches and you’ll be set.”She whisked soft berry blush powder onto my cheekbones and didmy lips with rose lip gloss. A short wig was set into place.”All set! Check it out Dawn, honey.”I looked so much like a sophisticated woman that I truly didn’trecognize the face in the mirror.My mistress interrupted my fascination by shouting at me, “Quitbeing so vain, bitch. Get you ass back to your room, put on yourshoes and get busy.”The shoes were sitting next to the bed. They, of course, werehigh heels with an ankle strap. Before entering the living room,I practiced walking around the room so that I could learn to keepmy balance. Finally ready, I smoothed my clothes, took a deepbreath and entered the room to meet my dominating roommates.They were lounging on the couches reading the morning paper. Iimmediately made my way to the kitchen where I found a pink frillyapron laid invitingly on the table. With a shrug I looped it overmy head and tied it tightly into a big bow behind my waist, smoothingthe skirt down in front. It made me feel as the maid there weremaking me and I settled down and prepared them a breakfast ofscrambled eggs, bacon and toast. A pitcher of hot coffee toppedof the meal.After serving them and washing the dishes, I was beckoned to theliving room. Mistress Ellen informed me that they would be outfor awhile and that I should complete the list of chores thatI would find on the coffee table.”Yes my mistress. I’ll take care of them immediately.”Mistress Lisa nudged her partner and asked her, “She looksso lovely and domestic in her new pinafore apron, but, perhapsit’s time for another reminder of her enslavement to us. Whatdo you think?”They quickly attached wrist and ankle restraints, leaving me justenough freedom to perform my assigned duties. They inspected myshackles, blew me a kiss and left the apartment.Chapter 11Unexpected GuestI made the beds, dusted, vacuumed and cleaned the bathrooms asrapidly as possible. I didn’t want to face the consequences ofhaving them get back before I was finished. My mobility was severelyrestricted by my restraints.The sound of a key being turned in the door lock caught my attentionjust as I was putting away the vacuum cleaner. I quickly movedto the center of the room to greet them.To my surprise and horror, it was not them. It was one of thepeople from last night’s elevator ride.”The girls told me you might like some company while theywere gone,” said the intruder.My visitor presented me a bottle of wine and two glasses.Walking directly to me, the stranger said, “My what a prettymaid, apron and all, in style for your housework. Judging fromthose restraints, you’re not fully trained yet. That’s OK though.This will give us some time to get to know one another.”Pulling on the wrist restraints, my visitor guided me to the couch.”Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Don’t you thinka welcome drink or two is appropriate?”I plopped down on the cushions. My dress began to rise up my legsand my apron was being rumpled. I immediately tried to pull themdown as far as possible. The stranger sat across from me. Despitemy efforts, there was no doubt that I was presenting an unobstructedview of my panties covered crotch to this intruder.I picked up my drink from the table. In my nervous state, I downedit in one gulp. The visitor quickly refilled my glass. The alcoholquickly entered my system and a strange warmth began to spreadthroughout my body. “I’ll bet you would love to have me removethose restraints,” my would-be seducer stated, pouring mythird glass.I nodded my consent, afraid to speak.Enjoying the alcohol warmth and the attention, I settled downsome and began to sip at my drink. I noticed that my visitor hadn’tsipped a drop. If the object was to get me drunk, it was succeeding.The drinks were loosening me up and making me feel giddy and abit bold. “I wonder if I can turn this mysterious personon,” I thought to myself. “I would be a lot more comfortablewith them off,” I replied, spreading my legs a bit wideras I spoke.My uninvited guest crossed the room, knelt down in front of mysilk covered legs and began taking off the ankle restraints. Handsbrushed their way up my legs as each ankle was freed. The warmthbegan to concentrate in my brain — and my crotch. The visitorclimbed onto the couch next to me. Our thighs came into contact,sending electrical charges to my brain. My thigh instinctivelypressed harder against my seducer’s. Next to be disconnected weremy wrist cuffs.”Now that I freed you — how do you intend to repay me?””Let’s have another drink and discuss it,” I replied, holding out my glass. I couldn’t believe it was me teasing,flirting like a brazen hussy. It seemed to be having an effect.Reaching for me, slim hands grabbed me pulled me onto my visitor’slap. As I squirmed to get comfortable, I could feel a bulge againstmy rear.My guest’s lips sought out my receptive mouth. A long, slim tongueslipped between my pliant lips.”Ooohhh!,” I groaned into the invading mouth. I wasdrunk. drunk from the alcohol. drunk from passion. There was noholding back I was about to act out my role as the slut I wastrained to be. Besides, I doubted my guest would let me hold back.”Ooohhh, yes! Yes! That’s so good,” I breathed heavily.”Let me help you get more comfortable.”My fingers tentatively began to open shirt buttons. Wickedly,I ran my fingers across a smooth chest, stopping only to pinchnipples. I became somewhat confused. I was sure that my visitorwas a man.But, this one actually had little titties.While I pulled off the shirt, a hand had dropped to my stockingedleg, sliding slowly up its silky smoothness. Smooth fingers continuedto inch higher. In an attempt to slow his progress, I began tolick and kiss his neck.He continued to caress my legs. I slid lower on the couch andbegan to bite and suck on his nipples. His hand left my legs onlylong enough to force my hands to his belt and fly. I ran my handsover his pants. Squeezing and rubbing his erection, I couldn’tbelieve I was actually playing the role of the slut. And I didn’tcare about the consequences. I was going to get off, no matterwhat I had to do.”Let me help you,” he whispered softly. My guest forcedme sit up while he removed his pants and shorts. My hands flewbeneath my skirt and began stroking my erection through my panties.My legs were spread wantonly. The hem of my dress barely coveredmy hands.”Please hurry! I’m so hot. Hot for you. I want to make loveto you now,” I panted.I was losing control of my senses. I heard the pants hit the floor.Next came a pair of bikini briefs. My eyes moved up the outspreadlegs before me.”Oh my God! And all this time I thought…! Oh, Wow,”I gasped in disbelief.He was not a he after all. He was a she. And she was wearing adildo attached to elastic straps. It was eight inches long anda full three inches around. Her latex manhood stood proudly infront of her. It presented an imposing sight. The cock was longerand wider than the dildo I had been trained on. Ripples of fearracked my body.”Fooled you. Didn’t I!” She laughed aloud. She quicklyreached down pulled my hands out of my panties and pulled me tomy feet. I had trouble standing. It didn’t slow here down any.She quickly pulled down the zipper on my short dress. It was soonlaying on the floor next to her pants. She reached in front ofme and began pulling off my slip. I was too weak and too drunkto resist. I actually raised my arms to help her “unwrap”her prize.All I had left on was my bra, waist cincher, panties, stockingsand heels. The next thing I knew she had forced me down to myknees and was guiding my face to the shaft.”Show me how hot you are for me, bitch. Slip those hot lipsaround my rod, you little cock sucking whore!”I had no choice but to part my lips and take her cock into theconfines of my mouth. I gagged at her size. Her false erectioncompletely filled my mouth and my saliva coated it. “Getit good and moist, Dawn. You never know where else I might wantto stick it. Maybe, later I’ll bury it in your tight little hole.”Clamping my mouth tightly on her tool, I reached between her legs,under the harness and fingered her clit. I could sense that shewas nearing a climax. I withdrew her dick from my pursed lipsand began kiss and lick her thighs. My mistress had taught mewell.The mystery guest began bucking and moaning. “Ohhh yes, Ifeel it building. Mmmm! Ugghh! Ohhh! Oh fuck! Yeahhh! Mmmm! Argghhhh!”Soon, her juices doused my face. I gulped down as much as I could.She wouldn’t release my face until I licked her crotch dry. Fullysatisfied, she looked down at me smiling.”You sure give great head, Dawn,” she said as she steppedaway and broke my contact with her crotch.There was no way I was going to let her leave until I got offsomehow.”Please fuck me,” I whispered up at my visitor.”What?””Please fuck me.””I don’t understand what you want, Dawn. You have to explainit to me.””Please bury your cock deep in my pussy. I want your prickin me so deeply. I want to hump your big dick and pound my snatchup and down on your rod!” I begged. I took her hand in mineand lead her to my bedroom.”Why should I fuck you? I had my orgasm.”Desperately, I climbed onto the bed on all fours, lowered my pantiesand offered my ass to her. The sight of my cheeks swaying andwiggling in front of her brought her back to life. I knew thenthat she wouldn’t disappoint me. Positioning herself behind me,she grabbed my hips and began to push her cock into my tight analpassage. My muscles squeezed tightly on her fake erection.”You see that blowjob really got my cock wet. I can’t believehow easily it slipped into your hot hole, Dawn.””Ohhhhh! Oh Jesus,” I moaned into the pillows. She fuckedmy hole slowly at first and then with wild abandon. Quickly, shereached around my hips and her hand slipped into my panties.”Just as I thought. You’re all wet and begging for releasearen’t you?””Ooohhh! Yes. Please, yes. Help me cum. **** my hole.””How bad do you need it bitch?””Really bad! My clit is on fire.””Beg, bitch,” she commanded as she wrapped her handaround my member and began to pump it in rhythm to her fuckingmotion.”Please fuck me hard and make me cum. I’m begging you.”She fucked my ass long, deep and hard, while expertly bringingme close to my release.”Mmmm! Yeeessss! Give it to me! Uuuuhhhh!”My hips bucked in time with hers. The friction of the dildo againsther clit was also taking its toll. We both lost control at thesame time.”Mmmm, yeah, I’m getting off again,” she screamed asshe stroked deeply in my hole.”Ugghh! Mmmm! Ugghh! Mmmm … yes, please give it to me,give it to me,” I pleaded.My r****t continued her assault asking, “Gonna come for mebaby? Wanna come with my stiff cock pumping your tight littlepussy?””Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Ram your cockinto my cunt!”Her hand pumped my dick harder and faster. My entire body quivered.Quivered from her stroking my cock and from her strokes in myhole.”Come for me, Dawn! Come for me now,” my mystery fuckerscreamed. She pumped me swiftly.My balls tingled with my come, preparing to shoot. My cock throbbedfrantically in her hand. I closed my eyes as I felt my releasebuilding. At that instant, her hips bucked wildly as she approacheda climax.The room was filled with both of our cries of ecstasy. I collapsedon the bed with her on top of me.My visitor unstrapped the dildo and climbed off the bed. She lefther instrument of my **** buried in my hole. My panties were filledwith my cum. She forced my hand into the moisture, pulled it outand made me lick and suck my fingers.Noticing that I was contented, my partner quietly left the room.The thought that my roommates would return before I could cleanup scared me. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the energy to do anythingabout it. I closed my eyes, relaxed and awaited their return …..and my punishment.Chapter 12Paying The PriceMistress Ellen stood in the doorway, holding my discarded clothesin her hand. “I see Kim welcomed you to the apartment complex.”Mistress Lisa entered the room next. My restraints dangled fromher hands. “Who gave you permission to remove your restraints?It seems that you still have trouble following orders.”I tried to explain what happened and that their friend was theone who removed the ankle and wrist cuffs. all my explaining seemedto have no effect on them.”You disobeyed me and must pay the price. It’s a shame too.I was just beginning to trust you. Perhaps you need a strongerreminder of your servitude,” stated Mistress Ellen. She instructedme to pull down my drenched panties and lay across her lap.With trembling fingers, I followed her direction. My panties weredown to my knees and the dildo was still sticking in my hole asI stretched across her spread legs. My member slipped betweenher spread thighs. Immediately, she clamped her legs together,trapping my penis.Mistress Lisa removed her belt from her jeans, doubled it overand handed it mistress Ellen, who began spanking my bottom.Every time I moved or cried out, she’d spank me even harder. Thewhipping seemed to last an eternity. Whenever I moved, the pressureon my penis was similar to being snugly crammed into a hot cunt.This caused me to squirm more. This, of course, increased theintensity of my spanking. The mixture of pain and pleasure wasbecoming unbearable.Finally, she stopped. She rolled me off her lap onto the floor,pulled the latex cock from my ravished hole — and laughed atme.”Don’t think you’re off the hook.”Mistress Lisa reached into my lap, grasped my erection and pulledme to my feet. “We’re going to have to do something aboutthis,” she said while squeezing my member. “I thinkI have just the thing.” She produced a cock and ball sheath.While Mistress Lisa kept me erect, Mistress Ellen set about attachingit. She placed my balls in the pouch and then placed my penisinto the sheath. Her deft fingers laced it up the front of mycock and tightened the fasteners around my covering. A rollerbuckle in the back locked it all into place. There was a D-ringattached to the device.”That’s in case I want to attach a leash to lead you around.Or maybe I might want to add some weights. In case you have anyideas about taking it off yourself, forget it.” A small lockwas attached to a connection behind my balls.”Once it’s locked on, it stays on until I decide to removeit. Understand?””Yes, my mistress, I understand.”Good! Now pull up you panties and meet me in the kitchen.In case you haven’t noticed, it’s supper time.”My panties barely held in my sheathed crotch. I put on the restof my clothes and made my way to the kitchen. I prepared theirmeal and was forced to eat alone in the kitchen. I did the dishes,cleaned the counters and entered the living room to see what elsewas expected of me.Chapter 13Working Girl”You need to shower and shave. Tomorrow is a work day,”explained Mistress Lisa. “You’ll find a set of clothes inyour closet to wear. Remember, though, you’ll be wearing yourlingerie under your suit. Special lingerie at that.”They also had to work the next day so everyone retired early.Alone in my room, I removed my clothing and slipped into the balletlength night gown awaiting me. It had a lace bodice with a lowscooped back that released into a full sweep of a skirt. I slippedthe hipster panties over my still sheathed crotch. Fortunately,it had a opening that allowed me to pee. I slipped into the bathroomand relieved myself, then crawled into the bed and slept likea baby.The alarm rang at 5:30 a.m.They both came into the room to ensure I got up.”I know you didn’t take your shower last night because Ididn’t free your tiny cock and balls,” smirked Mistress Ellen.”Come here and I’ll release you.I held up my nightie while she pulled down my panties, inserteda key into the lock and loosened the straps. The release of thepressure made me feel weak. My knees buckled, but, I managed tokeep my balance.I took a quick shower and returned to my room to dress for theoffice. Mistress Lisa called me back to the bathroom and applieda light coat of makeup on me and just a hint of blush.”Just to remind who and what you are,” she said.Mistress Ellen handed me what I was to wear under my suit. Itwas a white satin and lace bustier that hugged me like a secondskin after she fastened the hook and eye front closures. She removedthe bra straps, but not the garters. White lace topped stockingscovered my legs. I attached the garters and pulled on the matchingpanties.The outline of my lingerie was barely visible under my T-shirtand dress shirt. I pulled on my slacks and put a pair of socksover my stockings. The shoes actually felt strange after daysin high heels.They drove me to work in my car and dropped me off in front ofmy office.”Pick you up at 5 p.m. sharp,” they shouted as theydrove away.Unfortunately, the girl I was currently dating arrived at aboutthe same time. She was visibly upset when she saw me climb outof the car.”Wasn’t that Ellen driving your car?,” she asked.I told her that Ellen’s car broke down and asked for a ride. “Sheoffered to make a few stops for me, so I let her use the car.””I thought you said you were through dating her,” Kaylastated.”Believe me, Kayla, I assure you that I’m not dating her.”Kayla accepted that and walked into the building with me.As we started to climb the steps to the third floor offices, shestopped me on one of the landings and kissed me passionately.”Missed you this weekend,” she said. “I especiallymissed your cock.”She rubbed her hand on the front of my trousers. I swelled quicklyto a pulsing erection.”Ooohhh, it feels like it missed me too. Maybe I should takeit out and give it a welcome home kiss,” she said reachingfor my zipper.I pulled away quickly, reminding her that we were due at a meetingin five minutes. She knew I was right. However, she told me Iwould have to make it up to her at lunch.Concentrating on work was virtually impossible. It was impossibleto ignore the feel of the stockings caressing my legs and thepanties rubbing against my member. It strained hard against thesilky fabric. So hard, in fact, that I had to spend most of theday behind my desk hiding my arousal.”How was I going to handle Kayla,” I wondered.About an hour later, Kayla walked through the doorway, closedand locked the door, and announced that it was time for me toshow her how much I missed her.In seconds, she was stripped to her bikini panties. She sat herselfon the edge of my desk and spread her legs wantonly.I sat back in my chair to admire the view.”My pussy really missed you this weekend,” she said.”Are you sure you were away on business?””Believe me, I was busy almost every waking minute.””Let me tell you how I spent my lonely weekend.”She started by saying that she had visited her folks Friday andSaturday. “I got really lonely and horny Sunday evening.Seeing that you weren’t around to help me, I decided to take careof myself.”Her face took on a dreamy look as she began describing her activitiesThey included a vibrator, dildos and masturbation. While she wastalking, she would rub herself through her panties. The more shetalked, the larger the wet spot on her panties grew.”And then I inserted the vibrator,” the words trailedas suddenly put both hands between her legs, opened her mouthand moaned, “God, how I needed your dick!”She then leaned back on the desk, pushed aside her crotch coveringand buried two fingers in her cunt She was soaking. Her fingerspumped in and out. Her juices began to drip down her leg. Secondslater, she started to shake her head back and forth. She crammedher free hand into her mouth and let out a scream, literally convulsingas she reached her climax.After a brief rest to catch her breath, Kayla sat back up on thedesk and stated, “That should have been you inside me.”She stretched out and placed her legs on my shoulders. I had nochoice except to focus on her crotch. Kayla locked her anklesbehind my neck and literally pulled my face into her crotch. Iknew what to do with my mouth. I surely had enough practice overthe past few days.She reached her first orgasm in seconds. I wouldn’t stop. I kepteating her, first through her panties, then with them removeduntil she begged me to stop.”Wow,” she exclaimed. Her nude body was stretched outon the desk. I could see her loins tremble from the intensityof her orgasms. I knew I wouldn’t have to perform any more thisafternoon. I helped her off the desk and into her dress.With shaking legs I carried her out of my office, a glazed lookon her face.”Maybe I should let you go away more often. I just love thesewelcomes,” she said huskily.My panties were soaked from that sex-charged hour. Kayla hadn’tdiscovered my secret. I wondered how long I could keep it fromher.Mercifully, quitting time arrived. As promised They were waitingfor me at the curb.Chapter 14True ConfessionsMistress Lisa stepped out of the car to allow me to sit betweenthem. As I slid over on the seat, one of them asked how my dayhad gone. I responded that It went just like any other day atthe office.”I have trouble believing that,” said Mistress Ellen.”I saw you going into the building with that slut Kayla.And I do know that you date her. Used to date her, that is.””Whatever you wish, my mistress.””Did you tell her about your weekend?””I told her I was kept busy, my mistress.””Good answer.”Mistress Lisa joined the conversation. “Knowing that cuntKayla as well as I do, I’m sure she hit on you didn’t she?”I explained, in detail, her lunch time visit.”That bitch better stay away from my Dawn or I’ll have totake drastic measures. Did you enjoy yourself with her Dawn.”My silence gave me away.”I guess I’ll have to see for myself,” said MistressEllen.She reached into my lap, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my zipperand felt the front of my panties.They were still wet. She grabbed my cock and squeezed hard. “Justremember, you little slut, that this belongs to me. No one else.Understand?””Yes, my mistress.””Maybe we should teach Kayla a little lesson,” offeredMistress Lisa. “Let’s invite her to go to the party withus Friday night and take care of her little problem””Good idea,” replied Mistress Ellen. “Of course,little Dawn here will come in handy, if you’re thinking what I’mthinking.”Mistress Ellen countered, “You got it.”Chapter 15Party TimeThe rest of the week was pretty uneventful. I did my chores andserviced my two dominant room mates nightly. Fortunately, Kaylawas called away for most of the week to work on a special projectand I was able to pretty much avoid her sexual advances.She came into my office Friday with a curious look on her face.”You’re not going to believe this one,” she said. “Yourex-girlfriend Ellen invited me to a party tonight. At first, Iwasn’t going to go. But, then she said she had a few secrets aboutyou that she wanted to share. So I told her I’d be there.”She put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear. “I’llmiss you tonight. Besides, it serves you right konya escort for abandoningme last weekend.”Her hand cupped my crotch and squeezed gently. She felt me respond.”Maybe we can sneak in a quickie before I go back to work,”she said as she placed my hands on her pert little breasts. Icould feel her nipples harden through the thin material of herblouse. As usual, she wasn’t wearing a bra.A voice crackled over the intercom.”Your next appointment has just arrived. Shall I have themwait?”Kayla grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled my groin tightly againsthers.”Let them wait!””I can’t. They’re important clients.””More important than feeling my hot pussy stretched aroundyour cock?”She continued to grind against me and squeezed my buttocks evenharder.”Just remember, you slut, that this belongs to me. No oneelse.” The words of my mistress echoed loudly in my memory.”I’m sorry, Kayla. These are not the type of people to bekept waiting,” I said as I freed myself from her grasp.”Neither am I! I might just try to find myself someone interestingat the party ,” she retorted in a huff and stormed out ofthe private entrance to the office.On the way home, Mistress Ellen told I was in luck.”Marty and Linda called to say that the party was being catered.That means all you’ll have to do is serve the food and be availablefor whatever else we decide. They even paid the rent for yourmaid’s outfit. Isn’t that great?””Yes, my mistress.”We stopped at the apartment long enough to clean up and changefor the party.After applying my makeup for me, they retired to their rooms tochange. As usual, my clothes were laid out for me.They emerged from their rooms dressed identically in skin-tight,leather-look bustiers with metal studs and a front zipper. Eachwas also wearing a black mini skirt of the same material.Covering my normal lingerie consisting of corset, slip, pantiesand nylons, I wore a blue two piece dress. It buttoned in thefront and had padded shoulders. The short (as always) skirt zippedup in back.Mistress Lisa handed me a small suitcase and an overnight case.”Your outfit and everything else you need is in these bags.Let’s go,” said Mistress Ellen.We were the first to arrive.They exchanged hugs and kisses with Marty and Etta.Marty told Mistress that Kayla had accepted the invitation toattend the party.”This will be a night she never forgets,” beamed mymistress.”I’ll take Dawn in back and help her get ready,” offeredMarty.”Be my guest,” answered Mistress Ellen. “She’sat your service.”Once in her bedroom, she had me open the cases and remove theclothing. “I rented this outfit and you had better put itto good use.”The black satin maid’s outfit was a complete ensemble. It includeda bra, garter belt, seamed stockings, satin dress, apron, capand two crisp full petticoats. I stripped out of my dress andlingerie and put on my outfit. The petticoats made the satin skirtstand straight out.While I was dressing, she told me where everything was and howand when to serve the food. “When you’re not busy, I wantyou at my side. After all, I am the hostess. Don’t worry, MistressEllen has given me complete charge over you this evening. Thatis until she’s ready to deal with Kayla.”I followed Marty to the den and remained near her. When the guestsstarted to arrive, I answered the door, took their wraps and hungthem in the closet. All the guests were women. Attractive, youngwomen.Kayla arrived last. As I took her jacket, I tried to avoid hereyes. “Don’t I know you from somewhere? You look so familiar,”she inquired.”No, mam,” I whispered in response.”Maybe you worked at one of my mother’s parties.””I don’t think so, mam.””Oh well, whatever.”She dismissed me and entered the room. To my surprise MistressEllen and Mistress Lisa both warmly welcomed Kayla. They bothgave her tight hugs and deep kisses.To my even greater surprise, Kayla responded openly. I saw hertongue dart into Mistress Lisa’s mouth. They held their embracefor a long time.”What else don’t I know about Kayla,” I wondered.Marty informed me that it was time to serve drinks.Carrying a tray of champagne glasses, I circulated around theroom of about 20 sexy females. The more they drank, the more familiarthey became with each other — and with me. As I passed amongthem, a number of them would make petticoat checks, reaching undermy satin skirt to pinch my butt. A few of them actually reachedunder and stroked my cock, keeping me hard and begging for relief.I knew then that most knew who I was and why I was there.There was a sense of electric anticipation in the air. Most ofthe guests, when not fondling each other, seemed to direct theirattention to Mistress Ellen and Kayla. Something was brewing.”Could I have your attention please,” shouted MistressLisa.She announced to the gathering that Kayla was the guest of honorfor the evening.”Kayla is another women who has been neglected by her boyfriendand has sought our companionship in her hour of need. Kayla, mydear, I assure you that after tonight you will no longer be interestedin your boyfriend.”Mistress Ellen interrupted her partner stating, “Kayla, Iknow what a slut you are. My ex-boyfriend is now my room mate.I saw you hitting on him the other day. Believe me when I tellyou that he is mine for as long as I want him. You have no sayin the matter.”Kayla, never one to be undone, asked, “Just what the hellhave you got that would make him want you over me?””Control, you dumb bitch. I have complete control over him.””I doubt that!””You were invited here to see the control I have. Beforethe evening is over, I will have the same control over you.”As she finished those words, Mistress Lisa, Marty and Etta grabbedKayla and wrestled her to the floor. She was quickly put intorestraints and a ball gag was forced into her mouth.The fear in her eyes reminded me of my encounter with MistressLynn.They pulled Kayla to her feet and stood her up against a wall.There were eye hooks sticking out of it. The hapless lady waseffortlessly fastened, spread eagled to the wall. It looked asif she were nailed there.”Come here, Dawn,” commanded Mistress Lisa. “Iwant you to undress this bitch for our inspection.”I approached the captive Kayla, still averting her gaze and beganto undress her. “Time for a little revenge,” I thoughtto myself. A look at her young, tall athletic body reminded meof the hours of pleasure we had spent together. The fear of theunknown, coupled with her total helplessness, showed in her eyes.She was wearing a pure silk camisole. It sparkled with silversequins and bugle beads. It d****d over a pair of nylon stretchjeans. Its body molding fit showed off her perfect ass, hips andlegs.Tentatively, I reached for the camisole. Kayla tensed, realizingthat her assets would soon be bared to this large group of onlookers.I took the bottom and began to raise it up. Her breathing quickened.Her smooth belly quivered as I inched it higher. This time shewas wearing a bra. It was a sheer, lace underwired bustiette witha hook and eye front. Her pale skin served in perfect contrastto the wicked black covering.After the camisole was pulled off over her head, a few of theonlookers pushed me aside and began to fondle Kayla’s breaststhrough the sheer lace bra material.Kayla began to squirm. At first I thought it was out of fear.But, then the thought crossed my mind that Kayla would enjoy thisamount of attention.Who was really in control?Mistress Lisa asked her friends to retreat from their advancesso that I could finish Kayla’s unveiling. As my hand approachedher waist band, her stomach continued to quiver. In anticipation,or fear? Only Kayla knew that answer.I unbuttoned her pants and ever so slowly lowered her zipper.”Hurry up, bitch,” shouted Marty. “I think we’rebeing too easy on Dawn, Ellen.” said one of the ladies. “Makeher lower the zipper with her teeth.””You heard her, Dawn. Take your teeth to that zipper,”commanded my mistress.I immediately went to my knees and moved my face toward Kayla’scrotch. I grabbed the fastener between my teeth and began to pullit down. The musky odor of her crotch attacked my senses, makingme want to bury my face in her bush. When her zipper was lowered,I reached up and pulled open her pants. A set of panties thatmatched her bra came into view. The lace flared out over her hips,again highlighting the paleness of her flesh.I reached behind her and cupped her buns as I began to work thepants down her legs. I had to remove her shoes and momentarilyrelease her leg restraints in order to slip off the tight nylon.It was as if I was unpeeling a layer of protective skin.Stripped to her lacy underwear, Kayla was a picture of innocence.Even I knew better than that.”Shall we inspect our slut guest? We must see if she is worththe attention of our lowly maid Dawn,” said Mistress Ellen.All the women converged on Kayla. I stepped back to watch. Therewasn’t a square inch of her body that wasn’t being touched, pinchedor probed by the party bunch.Kayla strained against her restraints. She couldn’t avoid anyof the fondling. Her head fell back and her eyes closed tightlyas she surrendered to their inspection.Hands opened her bra and pulled it off. Kayla’s pert little tittiesstood high and proud, her nipples swelled to almost an inch inlength.”Warm her up for us Dawn,” shouted Mistress Lisa. “Showus how good you are with your tongue.”Mistress Ellen took me by the hand and led me back to Kayla. Martyjoined my mistress and they forced me back to my knees in frontof Kayla.The group formed a semicircle around me. Many of then were alreadyplaying with themselves or with one another. I buried my facein her pantied crotch and began to suck the love juices from herpanties. While doing that, I pushed aside the lacy crotch of herpanties and slipped a finger into her dripping pussy and beganto massage her clit.Her slender body began to move in time with my motions. Her nostrilsflared as her breathing deepened.Two fingers wormed their way into her love canal. My thumb continuedto work on her clit. Her hips began to push her crotch againstmy face.”Eat out that nasty cunt’s pussy. Only a maid would findpleasure eating out a sleazy slut like Kayla.” yelled Etta.I complied with her command and crammed my face into her pussy.I could hear her moans, even through the ball gag. I licked everycrevice of her vagina. My tongue encircled the opening of hervagina and occasionally dipped inside. I pulled back. Kayla archedtoward my tongue. My tongue was replaced with four fingers buriedin her snatch. My tongue sought out her clitoris and begin lickingat her core. She bucked hard against the wall as well as my faceas my fingers probed deeper and my mouth worked over her clit.The licking, sucking and finger fucking was driving her wild.Her pussy contracted tightly around my fingers. She screamed intoher gag. It was a gut wrenching orgasm. Fluid dripped from heras I removed my face from her crotch. I made it a point to lickher clean.”Bravo. Great show. What a mouth,” shouted the group.I looked up into Kayla’s eyes and noticed something the othersdidn’t. Her eyes were sparkling. Then I remembered her words asshe left my office — “I might just try to find myself someoneinteresting at the party.”Was everyone using me for their pleasure?I was afraid that Mistress Ellen may have met her match.But then — the night was still young.Chapter 16Turnabout is Fair PlayThe party moved to Marty’s bedroom.Kayla was temporarily freed from her restraints and lead to theroom. Four of the girls pushed her face down onto the bed. Furlined cuffs were attached to her wrists and ankles. It lookedlike they were breaking a wishbone as she was spread-eagled, thecuffs attached to the bed posters.Mistress Lisa had carried the overnight case in with her. Sheopened it and handed me her riding crop.”Pull down her panties and spank her real good, Dawn. Ifwe don’t think your doing it right, you’ll take her place on thebed,” said Mistress Ellen.I ran my hands over Kayla’s ass a few times before I pulled herpanties down just below her cheeks. Her butt tensed as I ran thehandle up and down her crack, almost slipping it into her moistpussy.”Dawn’s really getting off on this,” remarked Etta.”Whip her ass, bitch. I’m losing my patience,” orderedMarty.I raised the crop and lashed at her ass. Smack! Smack! Smack!The sound of the leather against her bare buttocks filled theroom. Kayla’s ass was turning beet red as I continued. Her crotchtried to grind its way into the mattress as I continued my assault.Smack! Smack! Smack! Her screams were muffled by the gag.”Look at those tears. The cunt is really crying I don’t thinkshe can take much more,” remarked one of the onlookers.”Keep whipping, Dawn,” yelled Mistress Lisa. “Thisshould teach her to mess around with my roomie’s possession.”Possession! Is that all I was? I realized that I was being punishedas well as Kayla. They planned to publicly humiliate me whileI administered their wrath on Kayla.Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I continued my thrashing of Kayla’sperfect buttocks.Finally, they allowed me to stop. Kayla had fainted from the beating.Her red cheeks pulsed from the heat of the smacks. She was limpand motionless. While she was out, pillows were forced under herbelly, elevating her ass. It presented a tempting target for adeep penetration of either — or both — holes.”Come over her Dawn. We need to prepare you to invade herass and pussy,” said Marty. She pulled a harness out of thecase and commanded me to lift my skirt and petticoats. My dickwas straining hard against the material of my panties.Two of the guests attached the harness to my hips and legs. Allof this was accomplished over my panties. Their hands strokedand rubbed my crotch as they prepared me. A latex cock was attachedto the harness. It had a normal sized cock and a smaller dickjust underneath it. The dildo was designed to fill both holesat the same time.Etta lubricated the dong and led me back to the bed. The womencrowded closer as I was forced on the bed and made to kneel withmy cock pointed at her ass and pussy.”Fuck her back to life and screw her until she passes outagain,” instructed Mistress Ellen.Marty took hold of the dildo and helped guide it to the entrancesof her holes. Smack! The riding crop whipped across my ass. Ijerked violently forward, burying both heads deep in Kayla. Herscreams could be heard in spite of the ball gag.”Start humping, bitch,” someone shouted.Trying to be as gentle as possible, I began to try to set a slow,easy rhythm in an attempt to not hurt Kayla too badly. Anothersmack on the ass was my reward. Again I lunged forward.If there was one thing I knew, Kayla loved — it was a good fucking.I closed my eyes and imagined that I actually had two cocks andbegan fucking her in earnest. My own cock pressed against thebase of the dildo and was agitated by my stroking inside Kayla.I wasn’t sure how long I would last before coming in my panties.Kayla began to move her ass in response to my thrusts. Her screamswere replaced with low moans and grunts. I reached around herand began to tickle her clit. She bucked harder against me. Iknew it wouldn’t be long before she came again. The air rushedout of her lungs as she climaxed and she dropped down onto thepillows.”Keep fucking,” shouted Etta. “She can take morethan that.”I picked up the tempo again. In a matter of seconds, Kayla wasmeeting me again, thrust for thrust. She was insatiable. She climaxedagain — and again — and again.The pressure of the dildo was having its effect on me. I rammedrapidly into her until she climaxed one more time. At the sametime, I could feel my load moving up the length of my cock andexplode into my panties. Exhausted, I collapsed on top of Kayla.They pulled me off her and began to take off the harness.Mistress Lisa was the first to notice my jism filled panties.”The bitch got off too,” she exclaimed.Marty pulled off my panties, walked around the bed and removedthe ball gag from Kayla’s mouth. In its place she crammed my drenchedpanties. A strap was used to keep the panties in her mouth.”Here’s your dinner, slut,” Mistress Ellen sneered.Kayla opened her eyes. A look of defiance covered her face. Shebegan to suck the cum out of panties, swallowing all my spentjuices. Kayla seemed to be enjoying herself more than her tormentorscould imagine.Marty handed me a dry pair of panties. I pulled them up into place.Kayla was released from her restraints. She immediately assumeda fetal position and seemed to drift off into a fantasy world,her mouth still working on the soaked panties.”Dawn, Lay down on the bed beside Kayla. I want your facenear her crotch and your crotch near her face. You know, a sixtynine position,” instructed Mistress Ellen.Kayla stretched out a bit as she felt my breath on her thigh.Her face was hidden below my skirt and petticoats. Marty and Ettaapproached the bed.They set about cuffing Kayla and I together. My wrists were cuffedto her ankles. Marty set about joining my ankles to Kayla’s.”I want both of you bitches to follow my orders exactly,”lectured Mistress Ellen. “Kayla, I’m going to remove yourgag so that you can enjoy the wonders of Dawn’s crotch. If youdisobey me, I’ll have all these women take a turn at spankingyour ass. Do you understand?”Kayla’s head nodded from underneath my skirt. Her nose brushedagainst my thigh, sending ripples of pleasure through my veins.”I want each of you to remove the other’s panties with yourteeth and then eat each other out. The first one to bring theother to an orgasm will be freed for the evening. The loser willbe at our mercy the rest of the night. Do you understand?”We both nodded our understanding.”Good! Now go to it.”I buried my face in her panties and kissed and licked at her thighs.Quickly, I moved my head up to her waist band as soon as she startedto squirm. My movement cause me to slide up her face.That was a mistake.My panty encased bulge slid into Kayla’s open mouth. After lickingmy cock from its base to its head, she paused, looked into myeyes and screamed, “I thought that I recognized that pussyeating style. Well, Dawn, your secrets out now. And I intend tosee you suffer for deceiving me.”She bit my cock through my panties.”Aaaiiieee!” I screamed in pain. My face fell back inher crotch. Somehow, she managed to capture my head between herthighs in a viselike grip.She raised her head and pushed my panties down with her chin,at the same time licking the length of my cock as it was exposed.Quickly her mouth swallowed my cock to it’s base. The vacuum shecreated seemed to literally suck the juices right out of me.I tried to move my ass and escape her eager mouth. It was useless.Her mouth continued to bob up and down and continued to milk mydick. I could feel my toes curl and the pressure of my releasebuild.All my attempts to free my face were futile. I was locked in adeath grip. My orgasm racked my body.”Oh my god. Oh, my god. I’m going to explode. I’m coming.I’m coming!!!She never let up. The cum shot from my cock directly down herthroat. She swallowed and sucked. Swallowed some more and suckedme until I was drained.Kayla released my imprisoned member and informed her captors,”If you think you taught me a lesson, you’re right. Wouldyou please teach me more about how I can train someone to be likeDawn.? I don’t think I’ll be needing a boyfriend anymore.”The ladies all applauded her, and her decision.Chapter 17The Agony of DefeatEtta and Marty untied us. Kayla, in her triumph, was helped fromthe bed and was rewarded with kisses and hugs from the rest ofthe women at the party. She reveled in her victory. Even MistressEllen was impressed with Kayla’s performance.I was left on the bed, curled up in a ball, physically drainedby Kayla’s expert cock sucking.”Kayla, as the winner, you have earned the right to chooseDawn’s punishment, declared Mistress Lisa. “Do you have anythingspecial in mind?””I most certainly do.” She explained her plan to theguests. Everyone loved her idea. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hearher plan because Kayla had motioned her friends to the livingroom first.Two women entered the room and pulled me to my feet. They tiedmy ankles to the bed posts.Still naked, Kayla came into the room. A fine film of sweat madeher beautiful body glisten. She approached me with a long stripof leather in her hands. It had a noose on one end and a metalring on the other. Kayla lifted my skirt and petticoats. “Holdthese up out of the way, Sweetie,” she commanded.She pushed aside the crotch of my panties and pulled out my flaccidmember. The noose was placed around my balls and pulled it tight.She then crawled onto the bed, laid down on her back and splayedher legs wide, giving me a wonderful view of her swollen pinkcunt lips. Kayla began to finger herself to a new height of arousal.My cock sprang to attention at her wanton sexual display. As soonas it did, Kayla pulled on the strap. It felt as if my balls werebeing pulled free from my groin.”Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!” I screamed loudly.Mistress Ellen slipped into the room while I was screaming inagony as Kayla continued to pull on the strap while she fingeredher moist pussy.My mistress had slipped on the harness and dildo. She joined Kaylaon the bed, placing herself between Kayla’s outstretched legs.Even with my vision blocked, I could tell that she was rubbingthe artificial phallus against Kayla’s cunt lips. Kayla’s moansgave it away.Looking back over her shoulder, my mistress asked, “Wouldyou like to join us, Dawn?””Yes, Mistress, very much.””I knew my plan would work,” exclaimed Kayla.The two lovers separated long enough for Kayla to slip the strap’smetal ring over Mistress Ellen’s dildo . They then resumed theircoital position. The strap stretched to its limits. As it pulledtaut, it again felt as though my balls were being pulled freefrom my body.”Mistress Ellen aimed the latex cockhead at its target. Kaylaarched her hips up to meet the initial thrust. Once Kayla waspenetrated, I had to thrust my hips forward to lessen the pain.They fucked wildly until they both climaxed. All I could do wasbuck my hips in the air while I watched the two beauties fuckaway.Mistress Ellen removed the dildo from Kayla’s pussy and pressedit between my lips.”Lick Mistress Kayla’s precious juices from my dick, youslut. Lick it clean.”Kayla released my restraints and pulled me down onto the bed,trapping my face between her strong thighs. Mistress Ellen tiedmy hands behind my back. I was, once again, rendered helpless.This left my ass available to them.My mistress lowered my panties. A line of their friends had formedin the room. They each took a turn paddling my exposed rear witha leather paddle. Kayla forced my face against her cunt.”Eat me, bitch. Eat me until I cum all over your face, youwhorish slut.”The paddling ceased. It was replaced by the dildo pressing againstmy ass hole. All the guests took turns working the dildo in mybutt while I concentrated my attention on lapping at Kayla’s exquisitepussy. Kayla came several times while the guests ****d my ass.Mistress Ellen reached between my legs and began to milk my cock.It didn’t take many strokes before I came into the sheets.”Sloppy, bitch. Clean up your mess.”My face was forced into the puddle I had left on the sheet. Ihad no choice but to lick it up. All the women laughed at me asI slurped up all the juices, mine, Kayla’s and those of my mistress.”Pack up your bag and go back home,” instructed MistressLisa. “Change back into your two-piece dress and when youget home, launder the outfit that Marty and Etta were sweet enoughto rent for you. Then put yourself to bed.””Have a nice walk home,” said Kayla, “See yoursweet buns at work Monday. We’ll see if you ever refuse me again.”They all left the room and returned to their partying. All theactivity had excited them. As I looked into the room as I wasleaving for my long walk home, they were all involved in an orgyof lesbian lust.Chapter 18Additional DutiesThe rest of the weekend was devoted to cooking and cleaning. Neithermistress required any personal services from me. They seemed tobe exhausted from all the activity at the party. In fact, theydidn’t return home until late Saturday afternoon.Monday morning came quickly. With it came the long ride to workand my first encounter with Kayla. I tried desperately to avoidher, but to no avail. I was having a problem with one of my accountsand needed more information. Who was the only person with thatinformation? You guessed it … Kayla. I asked my secretary tosummon her to my office.”She said to put you on the line because she had an importantmessage for you,” my secretary informed me over the intercom.After staring at the phone for a moment, I took a deep breath,picked up the handset and answered. “Yes,” I answered,trying to sound as professional as possible. My bulge began togrow against my panties as her voice reminded me of the party.”Yes, what?” Her tone was stern and demanding.”Yes, May I help you?””You helped me enough Friday night.””I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s appropriate to discuss thematter over the phone.””We’ll discuss whatever I want, whenever I want. I’ll beat your office in 15 minutes. Tell your secretary that you willbe unavailable for at least an hour.””I can’t do that,” I replied.”You will do it,” she commanded. “By the way, Dawn,I want your pants off when I get there. Be sitting in your chairin just your pretty panties, stockings and garter belt. You canleave your shirt on. Do you understand?””But, Kayla!””Do you understand?””I understand.””What?””Yes, Kayla, I understand.””Yes, who?””Yes, Mistress Kayla. I understand.””That’s better. See you in a few minutes.”Just as I was about to hang up, I heard a second click. I prayedthat my secretary hadn’t heard the conversation. I buzzed herto tell her that when Kayla arrived that we would be in conferencefor at least an hour.”I understand,” she replied. “By the way, we needto discuss something after your meeting. I think I may be duea pay raise soon. Don’t you think so, Dawn.?”Click!”Oh my God!” She had heard. How would I handle this?I couldn’t fire her.I was interrupted by the sound of the buzzer announcing Kayla’sarrival.”Just a minute,” I shouted into the intercom. Quickly,I moved from behind my desk, dropped my pants, and removed mysocks and shoes. I could hear them talking outside the door. Theirgiggles told me that my secretary had told Kayla that she knewabout the phone conversation. Things were about to change in myoffice. Unfortunately, I had no control over how they were goingto change.”Stacy, you can send Kayla in now.”Kayla entered the room with more confidence than I had ever seen.She stopped in the middle of the room. Legs spread and hands onher hips, she commanded me to come out from behind my desk. Humiliated– and at the same time excited — I rose and came from behindthe desk.”Kneel down in front of your mistress, you pansy slut,”Kayla commanded.I dropped to my knees and stared at the floor.”At least you follow orders as well as you give them,”she said.She walked around me and sat in my chair.”Crawl over here, slave,” she commanded.I had no choice but to obey. As I knelt in front of her, she spreadher legs and gave me a view of her crotch.”See anything you like?””Yes, Mistress Kayla.””And just what is it you see?””Your beautiful pussy.””I’ll bet you’d like to fuck me. Wouldn’t you?””Yes!””Yes, what?””Yes, Mistress Kayla, I would love to fuck your pussy.””But, Dawn, that’s impossible.””Why, Mistress Kayla?””Because there’s no dildo handy. We women need to have somethingto insert in our love canals if we’re going to enjoy a good fucking.””But, I have a cock. Don’t you remember, Mistress Kayla?”She slapped my face and laughed. “Let me see.” She reachedinto my panties and squeezed my swollen cock. “You call thata cock. I’m sorry, Dawn, your little swollen clit just isn’t thatbig.””But, Mistress Kayla.””Enough of that foolishness. Pull yourself together. Afterall, this is an office.”She informed me that this was a business meeting. She, however,was the one who was going to conduct the business. “I havesome paperwork to do. Crawl under the desk and eat me while Iknock out some of this work,” Kayla ordered.She slid the chair back, giving me room to assume my positionbetween her legs. She pulled her skirt up to her hips and slidforward in the seat so that I could begin my licking. I lickedmy way up the slick lips of her vagina and surrounded her clitwith my lips. My tongue teased its tip.”Keep licking, Dawn. I work much better when I’m excited.You may be useless for fucking, but you’ve got a great mouth.”And excited she was. Her juices ran down my chin as I continuedto lick and suck her sweet pussy.I heard her pick up the phone. I froze.”Stacy, this is Kayla. Would you come in and take a littledictation?””Be right there,” announced Stacy.Kayla told me to keep licking or she would expose me to Stacyimmediately. She tightened her thighs against my cheeks.The door opened. I could hear Stacy cross the room and take aseat in front of the desk. The smell of her ever-tantalizing perfumefilled the room.”This will be just a short note for your boss to sign,”Kayla said.The letter read was entitled , New office policy.” It read:”Because of my new understanding of the value of my secretary,the following procedures will be immediately implemented.1. A 25% pay raise will be awarded effective with the next payperiod.2. A flex schedule will be implemented immediately. The secretarywill set her own business hours.3. The secretary will no longer be required to make or serve coffee.”What made him decide to do all this for me?” she askedKayla.”It wasn’t hard to persuade him at all.””How can I ever repay you?””Just help me keep him in line and keep wearing those sexyclothes. That’s one of the reasons I visit so often.””I never knew,” said Stacy.”You’re one beautiful woman, Stacy.””Thank you. I could just kiss you for all you’ve done,”said Stacy sheepishly.”Don’t let me stop you.””What about my boss?””Believe me, he’s too busy to interrupt us. Lock the doorso we can have some privacy.”I heard the rustle of Stacy’s skirt and the sound of her nylon-encasedthighs rubbing together as Stacy got up and crossed the room tolock the office door. Kayla slid her chair away from the desk,breaking my contact with her clit. She turned the chair and beckonedStacy to come to her. I cowered in a corner as far under the deskas I could squeeze.”Now, how about that kiss!”Stacy came to Kayla, stood between her outspread legs, bent down,and kissed Kayla passionately. I could hear the slurping soundsas their tongues did battle between their hot, moist lips. Kaylastood up and began running her hands over Stacy’s body. From myhiding place, I could see her cup Stacy’s ass cheeks and pulltheir crotches into intimate contact.”Ooohhh,” moaned my secretary. She began to grind hercrotch against Kayla.Spurred on by this invitation, Kayla unbuttoned Stacy”s blouse.It fell to the floor in front of me.Stacy”s unharnessed breasts spilled out into view. Her nippleswere hard and distended. Kayla lowered her head and began to suckStacy’s distended nipples.”Ooohhh,” sighed Stacy.”You’ve got such beautiful breasts,” said Kayla. “They’reso full and firm. Has your boss ever sampled these?””He hasn’t tried yet. I do catch him peeking down my blousewhen I lean over the desk. Of course, I make sure he gets a goodview. It drives him crazy,” replied Stacy. “Especiallywhen I brush up against him.”All this action and hot sex talk caused me to reach into my pantiesand stroke my engorged cock.”I’ll bet it does, purred Kayla. “I’ll bet he wouldlike to squeeze them like this.””Mmmm!””And lick and suck your nipples like this.””Aaaahhhhh!””And bury his face between them.””Ooooooohhhhhhh!””And work his tongue down to your cute belly button.””Mmmm!””And kiss his way down to your hot, moist pussy. Stoppingto suck the juices from your drenched panties before he dippedhis tongue into your steaming cunt.”Ooohhh,” crooned Stacy. “I always wondered ifyou went both ways.””Sweetheart, I swing in any direction that brings pleasure,”voiced Kayla. “Why don’t you climb up on the desk so thatI can get to that hot pussy of yours.”Stacy climbed onto the desk. Her legs d****d over the edge infront of my face. Kayla sat back down in my chair and moved itback under the desk. She reached down, grabbed my hair and pulledmy face back into her crotch.”Let’s get these panties off.”Kayla pulled Stacy”s string bikini panties off her and, insteadof dropping them on the floor, d****d them over my head. The wetcrotch settled over my noise. I inhaled deeply and continued toservice Kayla’s pussy. Kayla slid down in her seat so that shecould reach her target, Stacy”s exposed cunt.”Now, that’s the kind of kiss I was hoping for,” whisperedStacy, as Kayla buried her face in the secretary’s bush.”Mmmm,” moaned Kayla, her sounds muffled by Stacy”squivering thighs. “Such a sweet honey pot.””Yes! Yes. Lick my dripping honey. Suck my pussy dry,”hissed Stacy. She raised her legs and placed them on Kayla’s shoulders.I began to lick and suck in earnest. Kayla responded by buryingher face deeper in Stacy”s cunt.”If the boss only knew what we were doing on his desk. Whatdo you think he would do?””He’d probably wet his panties.”I froze again.”Wet his panties?””Come on, Stacy. You already told me that you overheard ourconversation. You don’t have to be coy with me.””Is he really your love slave? How did you get him to bethat way? Does he really wear lingerie under his business suit?””Yes. He’s not just my slave. He’s been trained to serveall women. And if you don’t believe me, his pants are over thereon the couch”Stacy looked over her shoulder and noticed my trousers, socksand shoes.”You should see him at home. All he wears is dresses andskirts. Never slacks or shorts,” explained Kayla.”Where is he then?””Under the desk eating my pussy.””Really?”Kayla reached down and grabbed my hair. She pulled me out fromunder the desk as she slid her chair back.”Oh my God, it’s true,” gasped a surprised Stacy.Kayla stood up, pulling me up with her.”Dawn, I want you to meet your newest mistress, Stacy,”said Kayla. “Stacy and I will be working closely in the futureto help in your training.”Stacy stared at me through lust filled eyes. I could tell thatshe eagerly wanted Kayla to return to her soul kissing.”My! My! My! Aren’t we something,” Stacy said as sheexamined my frilly underwear. She ran her hands across my pantiesand massaged my swollen member. She had me turn around and modelmy lacy underwear. Her hands cupped my ass, pulling me close toher. She looked me directly in the eyes and said, “All thistime I though you were Mr. Macho Man. Instead you’re a pussy-whippedlittle pansy.”I hung my head in shame.Still staring into my eyes, Stacy addressed Kayla, “Whatdid you say this little slut’s name is?””The little sissy’s name is Dawn.””Is Dawn any good for anything, like cunt lapping?””Why don’t you find out for yourself?””I think I will!”Stacy released her grip on my buns, returned to the desk and saton it’s edge. Kayla approached me, reached into my panties andpulled me by the cock to Stacy.”On your knees bitch. If you don’t bring me to a strong orgasm,I might just make you sharpen pencils all day. You’d look reallycute out there in the reception area dressed in only your sexylingerie,” said my secretary.I knelt between her pillars of flesh and immediately began tokiss, lick and suck Stacy’s pussy.Kayla knelt on the desk, positioning her cunt directly over Stacy”sface. My secretary assaulted her friend’s pussy with a passion.Sucking and slurping sounds filled the room until both women reachedintense climaxes.As they both pulled on their panties, Kayla directed me to signthe letter she had dictated.My hand quivered as I affixed my signature to Stacy’s new “personalservice” contract.”By the way, I almost forgot why I came to see you. I broughtyou a little present. It’s kind of a remembrance from the party.All the girls pitched in to buy it for you,” said Kayla.She handed me a gift wrapped package. I opened it slowly.”Hurry up bitch. I have to get back to work and Stacy isgoing to take a long lunch break. She’s going to meet Ellen andLisa at the club.”I opened the package. It contained a large butt plug.”Slide down your panties,” commanded Kayla.Stacy stepped forward and held the butt plug poised at the entranceto my hole. When she saw that it was aligned with my hole, sherammed the dry, rubber plug into my asshole. The pain was blinding.I couldn’t even scream from the shock of the forced entry. Bothwomen laughed as tears welled up in my eyes.”Pull up your panties, you cunt. This is a business. Getdressed and get to work,” sneered Stacy, as the two womenleft the room arm-in-arm.After I dressed, I returned to my work. The butt plug served asa painful reminder that my working relationship with Stacy wouldnever be the same again.Chapter 19″Copping” a FeelKayla and Stacy leave me alone whenever I am really busy. However,whenever I have any free time they lock the office and force meto strip to my undies and serve their every wish.Usually one sits out front while the other is in the office.With the exception of business lunches, all my lunch hours arespent at their mercy. I can’t count the number of times they havemade me sit behind my desk in only my shirt, tie and coat.Beneath desk top level, I would be wearing only my panties, garterbelt and stockings while engaged in a meeting with a female client.Sometimes Stacy would even ram a vibrator up my ass before sheescorted a client into the office.A number of my clients are women, many of them very attractive.I never know if they are aware of my situation when they enterthe office.Stacy has confided my predicament to some of them. A number ofthem have done everything in their power to tease me without sayingoutright that they knew I was wearing lingerie under my suitsor that my secret was hidden from their view by the desk.A few have been bold enough to come around my desk, sit in mylap and ask me where I bought my lingerie. On those rare timesmy suit covered my feminine attire, a few would ask how I likedthe feel of their clothing when they sat in my lap.”Don’t you just love the feel of my lace panties,” onesaid placing my hand up her skirt. Another one remarked that shecouldn’t wait until the next office party. “This year I mightjust let you get into my panties. I’m sure they’ll fit you,”she said.All too often, just as they are about to leave the office, they’llsnap my garter straps as I walk them to the door. Stacy reallyenjoys her new status. The coffee pot has been moved into my office.I make it and serve it to her. Sometimes I have to serve it tomy own visitors. Every week she brings me her laundry. I wash,dry and press it One day she announced that we were going outfor the evening to a secretary’s club she frequents.After work, she had me change out of my business suit into a woolsweater and a slim suede skirt. The ladies now keep a closet stockedwith dresses, skirts, blouses, wigs and makeup for what they call,”my little emergencies.”I slipped the skirt and sweater on over my black bra, panties,camisole, half slip, garter belt and silk stockings I had wornunder my suit.Fortunately, the building was nearly empty when we left for thecar. A few receptionists were working late and waved at Stacyas we entered the elevator.It was deserted as we began our descent to the ground floor. Twofloors later –much to my shock — Sean Gent the office’s marketingchief entered the elevator. Gent was known throughout the companyas the most lecherous employee to serve with the firm. No womanwas safe from his advances.”Hello ladies,” Sean greeted us. His eyes sparkled atthe chance to turn on the charm. “Stacy, you’re more beautifulthan ever. You always have the look of a lady who has just hadher most intense orgasm.”Stacy stepped closer to Sean, just close enough for him to breathein her sensual perfume. “Maybe I just did,” she whisperedin his ear as her hand slid across his pants.Unnerved, he turned his attention to me. “Your friend hereis a sexy thing, Stacy. You should bring her around more often.”My companion informed Sean that I was here every day. “Sheworks for the company, Sean. I’m taking her to the club tonightto introduce her around.””What’s your name honey?”I refused to respond.”Her name is Dawn and that’s all you need to know. I suggestyou keep your meat hooks away. She’s caught the eye of some realhigher ups in the company.”Sean didn’t give up easily. As Stacy talked he managed to getme against the elevator wall. His hand slipped behind me and begankneading my butt. The hand quickly slipped lower and found itsway beneath my skirt and quickly slid up my inner thighs to mypantied rear. Before he could work around to my crotch, he wasinterrupted by Stacy’s slap across his startled face.”Leave the bitch alone, Gent. All I have to do is drop theright information in the right places and your out of here onyour ass,” Her tone was more stern than it had ever beenwith me.”You wouldn’t dare, you cunt!””Try me, prick!”Before Sean could respond, the elevator reached the basement.Sean marched out of the elevator. “I’ll fix you and yourstuck-up cunt friend. You’ll see!”Stacy defiantly strode out of the elevator, looked back over hershoulder at me and commanded, “pull yourself together youbrazen hussy. I know you were getting turned on.”I finally found my voice and replied, “No MistressStacy. I was too afraid to move.””Just remember who you belong to. I don’t take kindly toother people playing with my toys. And that’s all you are to me– One of my toys,” she stated.”Yes, Mistress Stacy.”She led me to the car and pulled out of the garage into the busyrush hour traffic. “You’ll really love this bar. It’s a discreetlittle place where secretaries meet to discuss ways to controltheir bosses. Tonight, I’m going to use you as my show-and-tellproject,” she informed me.She was so wrapped up in humiliating me that she accidentallyran a stop sign — right in front of a county police car.As soon as she saw the flashing lights in the rear view mirror,Stacy told me to keep my mouth shut.”I’ll handle this. Pull your skirt up a little bit and don’tsay a word,” she cautioned.We pulled over to the curb and awaited our fate. A burly policemanapproached the car. He asked for Stacy’s license and registration.His eyes glued themselves to my legs. Feeling the heat of hisgaze, I tightened my legs together.”Mam, do you have any idea how dangerous it is to run a stopsign?””Yes officer. I’m sorry. It’s just that I was distractedfor a second and missed the sign,” she said, turning herhead to look at my exposed thighs. “Isn’t there anythingmy friend and I can do to avoid a ticket? Maybe we can put ina little community service time with you and your partner,”she half-pleaded, half laughed. Her slit skirt opened up, exposingher long legs all the way up to her G-string.She placed her hand on the cop’s hand and began to run her fingersin small circles on it. “I’m sure we can come to some sortof an arrangement,” said the officer. “The only problemis that my partner is a woman,” he said. His hot gaze atmy mistress’ crotch seemed to set her afire.Stacy pulled his hand to a pert breast as she whispered somethingto the officer. He laughed and returned to his cruiser. He wasback in a matter of seconds.”My partner said she would keep an eye on your friend whilewe negotiated your ticket. Your friend will have to ride in thepatrol car,” he said.”Dawn, you heard the nice policeman. Go sit in the car withhis partner. It’s either that or we get hauled to the station,and I’m sure you don’t want that,” she teased, placing herhot hand between my thighs.The officer came around and opened the door for me. I carefullyslid out of the seat, tugged my skirt down and began walking tothe patrol car He slapped my ass as I began my trip.When I reached the squad car, the passenger door opened and avoice barked, “Get in!”As I settled down into the passenger seat and smoothed my skirtdown, both cars pulled out and headed to a secluded spot in adowntown parking garage. The patrol car stopped at one end –my mistress parked at the other.I sat quietly with my hands in my lap.”That pig,” spat the police woman. “He’s made acareer of trading tickets for pussy. You’re lucky that you’renot the one sucking his cock dry right now.”I couldn’t have agreed more.She was an extremely attractive lady. Her uniform was tailoredto fit as though it was a second skin. Her breasts pushed hardagainst the badges she wore. The uniform slacks hugged her everycurve.She caught me appraising her body. The tension seemed to lessenas she smiled at me and said, “I might be wrong, but, youdon’t seem to be the kind of girl that goes for bribing men withher body.””You’ve got that right,” I whispered in response. “Howabout bribing a policewoman? You’d be surprised how receptivea lady cop can be — and not only to the men,” she said.”You might be disappointed and take it out on me,” Isaid.”Let me be the judge of that,” she returned.”I’m not that sure,” I replied.”Let me put it this way, bitch. I can still haul you andyour slut friend’s asses in to the slammer. It would be our wordagainst the word of two sleazy sluts. Now who do you think a judgewould believe” the lady cop snarled.I was beaten and I knew it. I asked, “What do you want meto do for you?””Lots of things. But, There’s not enough room in this cruiser.Get out of the car and go over to that dark corner,” sheordered, unlocking my door.My legs trembled as I slid out of the car and walked shakily onthe high heels izmir escort to the dark corner of the garage. The lady copfollowed close behind. I could feel her appraising my body asI moved unsteadily to my fate.She removed her leather jacket and laid in down on the ground.Then she removed her hand cuffs and night stick from her belt.”Put your hand out,” she ordered.I complied and she snapped a cuff on my wrist and twisted my armbehind me. She grabbed my other wrist and cuffed it behind me.”Get down on your knees,” she said as she slapped theback of my legs with the night stick. I sunk to the ground immediately.My eyes lowered and my head hung in humiliation. The officer wouldhave none of that. She placed the stick under my chin and forcedme to look up at her.”You’re going to eat me until I cum. If you don’t do well,I may still haul you in,” she said as she dropped her slacksand panties. Her hands grabbed my hair to pull my face into hercrotch. The force of her grip pulled off my wig. There she stood,clothes around her ankles, holding my wig as I quickly buriedmy face in her muff.”Well, I’ll be damned. I had no idea that you were a dragqueen. No wonder you were so afraid of being arrested. The boysat the jail would have a great time with a looker like you,”she said.There was no way I could afford to piss her off now. I began tentativelylapping at her moist cunt. She roughly pulled my head forward,forcing my face deep into he love pot. I began to lick in earnest.”Mmmm,” she moaned as I buried my tongue deep in herpussy. She forced my face tighter to her crotch. My tongue playeda gentle tune around and over her throbbing clit.”Ooohhh, you really know how to give head. That’s it. Circlemy clitty with your tongue. I can feel my orgasm building,”she breathed heavily.Her thigh muscles tensed against my cheeks as I continued to lapat her hot cunt. I knew I was getting close to taking her to releasewhen her knees began to buckle.She began bucking her hips and grinding her groin against my face.”Aaaaiiieee. I’m so close. Yes. Yes. I’m starting. Don’tstop. Oh, God! I’m coming.” she screamed as she reached herpleasure peak. Her screams echoed through the almost desertedgarage.She quickly regained her composure, pulled on her panties andslacks and smiled down at me. “That’s some of the best facefucking I’ve ever had,” she said as she pulled me to my feetand led me back to the car. My captor released the cuffs longenough to reattach them in front of me.”Assume the position, bitch,” she commanded, pushingme forward onto the hood of the car. My arms strained in frontof me and I tried to imitate the position as I saw it in the movies.”Spread those legs,” she said as she slapped my outspreadthighs with the night stick.My skirt rose — exposing my ass cheeks — as I spread my legsas far apart as possible. Her hands roughly squeezed my buns overmy panties. She then pulled my black hipsters down to my knees.My cock and balls pressed against the cold metal of the hood.My ass stuck out for her inspection.”My, my! The jailbirds will love that cute little ass ofyours. You’ll make some brute named “Bubba” real happyto own you,” she sneered and smacked my exposed ass.”Please don’t do that to me. Do whatever you want to me.But, please don’t turn me in,” I pleaded.”Now, don’t cry honey. I’m just going to show you what theywould do to you. It would be stupid for me to give up a playthinglike you, when I can enjoy all you have to offer — whenever Iwant to,” she sneered.”Thank you officer,” I sobbed.Her one hand reached between my legs and squeezed my cock whilethe other hand pressed the end of her the six-inch handle of thenight stick against my ass hole. The stick was highly polishedand smooth. It easily forced its way into my hole.”AAAaaarrrggghhh!” I pleaded with her to stop. “Ohplease. I can’t take any more.””You’ll take as much as I can give,” she said, pushingthe handle deeper into me.”Please! No more. You’re tearing me apart,” I begged.She removed the stick and replaced it with a thin, cold, metalflashlight. It was much smaller and she fucked my ass steadilyHer hand continued to stroke my swollen cock.”Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh! I groaned aloud with every piston-likestroke in my hole. “Oh, my God. My God, you’re hurting me.”She continued to slam the flashlight into my ass. I could onlysquirm against the jackhammer thrustsPleasure eventually overtook the pain of my ****.Suddenly, I heard the other patrol car engine start. I tensedagainst the flashlight. The car began to approach our end of thegarage. It stopped about 10 feet from us and turned on its lights.Humiliation and shame flooded my senses instantly when I realizedthat I was now part of a show, a show being put on for the benefitof Stacy and the male cop.The lady cop increased her assault on my ass and cock. I was beingfucked like a true bitch in heat.Stacy and the male cop applauded my attacker and cheered her onuntil my cock exploded, shooting cum onto the hood.”Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!” My cock convulsed uncontrollably.”Lick up that mess,” she ordered as she pulled the flashlightfrom my ass. Her hand forced my face into my cum. I had no choicebut to lick it up.My attacker placed my wig back on my head, removed the cuffs andpushed me into Stacy’s car.The two of the “City’s finest” pulled out of the garageand back on patrol.I tried to smooth my clothes into place while Stacy left the garageand continued on her way to the club.”I’ll bet you really surprised that dyke police lady,”she said. “You must have pleased her too …. or else yourass would belong to some prisoner by now.”Chapter 20Show and TellThe rest of the drive was in silence. Stacy smiled at me fromtime to time, occasionally stroking my legs Her hand cupped mycrotch and gently squeezed my cock. My panties were still moistfrom my workout with the policewoman and my member showed no signsof life. Even Stacy’s squeezing couldn’t bring it to life. I wasphysically and emotionally drained.”Just think, Dawn, the real fun hasn’t even started yet,”she laughed.We parked in a lot about two blocks from the meeting place andwalked the crowded street arm-in-arm toward the club. My slim,suede rose high up my thighs as I tried to walk on the stilettoheels A few drivers honked and waved at us as they drove by. Stacymade a point of waving back to all of them.”I’ll bet some of those guys are so horny that they wouldn’tcare that you have a dick under those satin panties of yours,”teased Stacy. “You haven’t had a real dick crammed into yourmouth or pussy yet, have you?””No, mam,” I responded, shuddering at the thought ofbeing violated in the manner.”I may just have to remedy that situation for you. It willmake you appreciate us women even more.”Finally, we reached the entrance to the bar. Stacy paid our admissioncharge and we entered the lounge area.What a sight! There were at least 50 of the most attractive womenin town sitting on sofas and love seats.”It’s about time you got here,” one of them shoutedat us as we took a seat near the center of the room. Our presencesignaled the start of the meeting.One by one, each lady explained how she tortured her boss intosubmitting into demands for raises, time off and other favors.They discussed the size of their boss’ cocks, their staying powerand their different tastes in lovemaking. Each secretary seemedto have an insatiable carnal appetite and each one undoubtedlyknew how to use that appetite to get ahead in their positions.Finally, it was time for Stacy to take part in the discussion.”I have discovered the best way to tame a boss and get himunder your total control,” she announced. “And withthe help of my assistant Dawn, I will show you how its done. Dawnwould you come to the front of the room?”I slowly got up from my chair and joined her in the center ofthe room.”Now, you’ll have to use your imagination and pretend thatDawn is my boss. When our little demonstration is over, you’llsee I have the best method of taming a boss,” she explainedto the gathering.Stacy set the scene explaining that she was in her boss’ and thatshe was about to take control of the situation.I sat at a table and chair that were supposed to belong to theboss.”You know, I’m getting sick and tired of how you treat me.I’m not your slave you know. The only real reason you keep mearound is so that you can stare at my boobs when I enter the roomand at my ass when I leave. It’s about time the tables were switched.If you ever want to sample my treasures you’ll do what I say.”She instructed me to come around from behind the desk. When Iwas standing in front of her, she embraced me and started to rubagainst me.”I’ll bet you’d love to have these hot breasts pressed againstyour face,” she said as she forced my face into her cleavage.I was almost smothered by them and the intoxicating aroma of hercarefully placed perfume.Her hands cupped my buttocks and pulled me tightly against her.She continued to grind against my crotch.Then she roughly pushed me away and began to remove her clothes.Stripped to her panties, garter belt, stockings and heels, shepresented a vision that created an air of sexual charge throughoutthe room.She walked toward me, pushed on my shoulders and forced me tomy knees. Next, she pressed my face into her crotch.”Perhaps, if you perform well today, I’ll let you touch meagain. If not, you will only be able to dream about my sexy body,”she said loudly while she pulled down her wispy panties.Instinctively, the tip of my tongue sought out her already distendedclit. I lapped at her pinkies cunt flesh. The smell of her fragrantjuices began to fill the room and her hips began to undulate intime to my licking.”Mmmm, yes, eat me, eat me good if you ever want me again,”she said. I continued my tongue dance on Stacy’s clit, obliviousto the fact that the crowd had moved to within a few feet of mydisplay.”Yes, suck me, suck the juices from my snatch.”Her juices oozed from her cunt in a drenching flow. My tongueacted as a sponge. Stacy’s body began to vibrate with ecstasyI knew she wouldn’t be able to take much more of my assault onher clit. I continued to tongue-fuck her. Her hips undulated againstmy face.”That’s it baby do it! Oh, yes! Lick my cunt good! You’remaking me cum. Soon! Soon,” Stacy cried out, “That’sit, yes, yes … Aaarrrggghhh!” Her knees buckled signalingher orgasm. Still, however, she managed to maintain her positionof authority.”Not bad, asshole,” she barked. The crowd cheered herdisplay of power.A member of the group responded, “It’s easy to get anotherwoman to join you in a fantasy about enslaving a boss. It stilldoesn’t prove that you made it work on your boss.”The rest of the crowd agreed with the lady who questioned Stacy’sability and power.Someone would pay for that mistake. I knew it would be me.Stacy pulled me to my feet. I tried to smooth my clothing andlooked at my mistress. My eyes implored her not to expose me tothis group, many of whom I dealt with from time to time.It was not to be.”I’ll show you that it can be done,” she announced,”and I’ll show you right now. Dawn, strip down to your lingeriefor me.”Reluctantly, I removed my wool sweater and slim suede skirt.”I have such control over my Dawn that I now keep a closetstocked with dresses, skirts, blouses, wigs and makeup for Dawn’slittle emergencies.”The group was growing impatient with Stacy. “So what,”they jeered.I now stood in front of Stacy and her friends clad only in myblack lace underwire bra, panties, camisole, half slip, garterbelt, silk stockings and heels. My wiggled head hung low.”Dawn, please be kind enough to remove your camisole andslip,” she commanded more than asked.The secretaries caught on immediately.”I can’t believe it. This is actually your boss dressed inlingerie,” said one of them.My escort motioned for them to see for themselves.One of the ladies came forward and began to inspect me. She ranher hand over my body, finally stroking the front of my panties.Unfortunately, I sprang to life at her touch.”My God, it is him,” she shrieked. In order to proveher point, she pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing myengorged cock to the throng.They all cheered Stacy, who totally enjoyed the attention. Shecommanded me to pull up my panties and sit in the corner whileshe explained the finer points of feminization to her friends.Every once in awhile, one of the ladies would stray to where Iwas sitting and taunt me.”Titless Pansy!””Company Stud, my ass!””Sissy Boy!””I’ll bet you’re not even good enough to be a secretary.””How would you like it if I told my boss about you, you littleslut?””Next time you visit my office, call ahead so I can meetyou in the ladies room for some fun first.”A few sat on my lap, teased me, and fondled me. “I’ll betyou’re real good at (dick)tation,” one whispered.It wasn’t long before Stacy called me back to the middle of theroom. I stood in front of the group. My eyes were closed to avoidtheir spiteful stares.Stacy opened her purse and removed a variety of nipple clamps,butt plugs, vibrators and other instruments of torture.The ladies took turns attaching or inserting the sex toys on andin my body. They continued to tease and taunt me all the while.The pain and humiliation became almost unbearable. Still, my cockremained rock hard, pressing against the fabric of my panties.”Would you look at that swollen clit,” one remarked,as she slapped at my stiff erection. My last bastion of manhoodshrank into submission behind its satin cover.Soon, the inevitable happened. The secretaries formed a line andforced me to lick all of them to orgasm. My tongue felt raw andcoarse after the long oral workout.Mercifully, closing time approached. Stacy ordered me to get dressedfor the ride home.We left the club as the group applauded Stacy.In the car, she told me that I had behaved like a perfect lady.”I just can’t wait to tell Kayla about tonight,” sheshouted as she dropped me off in front of the apartment.Tears welled in my eyes as I slowly walked into the building,entered the elevator and rode in silence to my home. Fortunately,everyone was asleep when I got there.I dropped, exhausted onto the bed and immediately went to sleep.The next morning Kayla congratulated me on my exhibition at theclub.She seems to enjoy my situation more than any of the women I serve.Rarely a day goes by that she doesn’t find some way to humiliateme. Our lunch time ritual consists of me stripping to my lingerieand sitting on the floor with my back against the low couch. Whenshe enters the room, I must put my head back on the soft cushion.She then comes to the couch, raises her skirt and sits on my face,forcing me to lick her to orgasm. Fully satisfied, she standsup, smooth her skirt and leaves the room without acknowledgingmy existence.Chapter 21Double DateLisa and Ellen were called out of town on a business trip andStacy convinced them to loan me to her for a few days. They packedmy suitcase and dropped me of at her apartment before leavingon their trip. Stacy led me to my room and then had me clean theapartment. I dusted vacuumed and cleaned house for about two hoursbefore she called me to her room to inform me that we were goingout on a date that evening … on a double date … with two men.She sensed my fear. “Quit acting like a virgin cunt. I toldyou last week that I thought it was about time for you to experienceyour first man. Well, honey, tonight’s the night.”Stacy instructed me to take a shower and begin dressing for thedate.”I’ll have your clothes ready for you. Take your time, Iwant you to look especially sexy for your date with Sean.””Not Sean Gent, Mistress Stacy,” I implored.”That’s right, Sean Gent.””But why? You hate him and everything he stands for,”I asked.”That’s exactly why. I intend to put him in his place. Andyou’re going to help me. Do you understand?”Yes, Mistress Stacy.””Good, now go get ready.”I resigned myself to the fact that I had better please Stacy orSean wouldn’t be the only one to experience her wrath. Stacy stuckher head into the bathroom while I was showering and shaving.”Here. Use this too. I want you clean inside as well as outside,”she said handing me a douche bag.I gave myself the rectal douche as commanded and entered the bedroomto finish dressing. After applying my makeup, I combed out mywig and began dressing. Stacy had selected my evening’s wardrobe.The black garter belt framed my freshly shaved crotch. I slidmy black stockings up my legs, making sure my seams were straight,and attached the garters. My panties slipped easily up my shavenlegs. To hide my cock, I slipped a sanitary napkin in my panties.I inserted falsies into my bra and bounced them in my hands. Theyreally gave the illusion of pert, bouncy breasts.She had chosen a sheer black blouse, sheer enough to show offmy sexy black bra. I stepped into the mini-slip and pulled onthe short red leather skirt. Pearl snap on earrings, a necklaceand bracelets on my wrist and an ankle finished off the ensemble.I slipped my feet in the black pumps and entered the den to meetStacy.She was decked out in a short black dress that was slit up toher waist, red stockings and black spike heels. If she were ahooker, she would have made a million that night the way she wasdressed.While I was admiring Stacy, the door bell rang.”Answer the door, Dawn, We mustn’t keep our dates waiting,”she stated.I quickly moved to the door, opened it and allowed our dates toenter.Sean quickly grabbed me by the waist and planted a wet, sloppykiss on my painted lips. He roughly forced his tongue into mymouth. I almost gagged. Thinking quickly, I gently pushed himaway and asked, “What’s your hurry, stud. Don’t you knowthat all good things come to those who wait.” I batted myfalse eyelashes at him seductively.Stacy’s date turned out to be one of the company vice presidents.She greeted him with open arms and kissed him passionately. Theyremained locked in their heated embrace while I got our pursesand walked toward the door.”Where are we going, Sean?” I asked.His eyes were riveted on Stacy’s rear. Her dress had risen highenough to expose her G-string covered loins.”Oh, nowhere special. A quiet dinner. A little dancing andthen back to my place for a nightcap,” he replied, stilladmiring Stacy’s rear.”Sounds good enough to me. Ready to go?” I placed myarm in Sean’s and led him out to the parking lot. Stacy finallybroke her embrace with her date and we climbed into Sean’s carfor the ride to dinner.As soon as we were in the car, Stacy was, once again, all overher date. Her performance was even getting to me. I decided tobe a little brave and slid across the seat next to Sean.”Boy, that Stacy is one hot woman, I hope you don’t decideto develop any passion cramps tonight. I’ve been searching thebuilding for you for more than a week. You’re one hard to findlady,” he said as his hand rested on my knee.”We’ll see. We’ll see,” I said. I bravely placed myhand in his lap. His bulge was already straining against his slacks.For a moment, my hand froze in place. I couldn’t believe whatI had just done. Then, I remembered Stacy’s warning .. “I’mgoing to put him in his place and you’re going to help me!”I patted his crotch and returned my hand to my own lap.The drive to the restaurant was mercifully short. We parked infront of the door. Stacy and her date composed themselves andwe exited the car and entered the eatery.The waiter led us to a far corner and pulled out the seats forStacy and me. I had never had that done for me. It was actuallypleasant being treated that nicely.Stacy and I ordered light salads and a bottle of white wine, whileour escorts ordered steak dinners. I quickly downed two glassesof the wine in search of liquid courage.”I may need this big dinner to keep up my strength for later,”Sean joked as he slid his hand under the table and onto my thigh.I smiled weakly and turned my attention to my salad. While I nibbledon my salad and Sean awaited his feast, his hand was busily workingits way up my thigh.The drinks began to take effect and I spread my legs a bit toallow him easier access for his expert fondling.Sean’s busy fingers reached my stocking top. Just as he made contactwith my bare flesh, I clamped my thighs on his hand, fearing hisreaction when he reached my crotch. How would he react to thesanitary napkin? Even more important — how would he react towhat the sanitary napkin was covering?I had to give Sean credit. He was skillful. As soon as he feltmy resistance, he snapped my garter against my thigh flesh andgot the reaction he wanted. My legs flew apart. His hand slidup to cup my panties covered crotch.”What’s this?” he asked, squeezing the sanitary napkin.”Just a precaution,” I replied. “I’m just finishingmy period and I wanted to make sure I was clean and fresh foryou. Besides. I have other holes you can stuff later.”To prove my point, I slipped a celery stick between my pursedlips and began sliding it in and out. Sean smiled at me knowinglyplaced the celery down on my plate and slipped my hand under thetable. My fingers found his zipper and quickly pulled it down.I snaked my fingers into the opening and squeezed his alreadyrock-hard erection. It felt monstrous in my hand. The thoughtof taking it in my mouth or ass sent ripples of fear coursingthroughout my body. Time for another glass of wine.Sean mistook my fear as excitement and placed his hand over mineand started pumping it up and down his staff.I quickly released my grip on his penis, pulled up his zipperand poured yet another glass of wine. I knew then I needed tonumb my senses even more.Fortunately, his dinner arrived and he turned his attention, andhis hands, to his meal.Stacy and her date steered the post dinner conversation to officegossip. Sean knew it all. If there wasn’t a woman in the companyhe hadn’t slept with, it was probably an accident. He was proudof his exploits.”And they all come back for more, Isn’t that right Stacy?”asked Sean.”Whatever you say, Sean. But, I think that you’re going tofind that Dawn is something special,” Stacy replied.A small band began to play what Sean called “belly rubbin'”music. He took my hand and led me to the dance floor.Immediately, his hands cupped my ass and pulled me tightly againsthis crotch. I could feel the heat of his erection even throughmy leather skirt. In the darkness of the dance floor, he kissedme long and hard. He slipped his leg between mine, and beforethe song was over, the pressure of his leg and the sanitary napkinon my cock and balls was really uncomfortable. I still wasn’tready to really respond. “Maybe a few more drinks” Itold myself.The band took a break and we returned to the table. Stacy andher date were gone. I nearly freaked.Sean smiled knowingly and said, “I guess they just couldn’twait any longer. He slid into the booth next to me and orderedanother round of drinks. I asked for a double scotch.”Now, don’t get drunk and pass out on me,” Sean warned.I couldn’t be so lucky.A few more drinks. A few more dances. A few more drinks.The alcohol had no effect on Sean. I finally had reached a statewhere I was ready for anything — even Sean.”Time to party, baby. Let’s get out of here and to my placewhere we can get to know each other better,” he said cuppingone of my falsies. He didn’t notice anything wrong.Once we were in the car, I became a little frisky. I slid closerto him and played with his ear and rubbed his thighs and crotchover his trousers.We finally reached his apartment. He took my arm and led me tothe door. In the doorway, he again pulled me to him, forced aleg between mine and kissed me deeply. After all that alcohol,I found myself kissing back and actually sucking his tongue intomy mouth.He increased the pressure against my crotch.”Mmmm! That’s good. Let’s get inside where we can be morecomfortable,” I pleaded.I knew at that moment that I would suck his cock. But, only ifhe would later bury it in my hole.Once inside, I quickly moved to one of the couches and asked Seanto pour me a drink. I made sure that my skirt was high enoughon my thighs to give him a view of my garters and bare thigh.Sean poured our drinks, turned off all the lights but one andjoined me on the couch. I never got to finish my drink. Sean wasready. So was I.I kicked off my shoes and curled my legs up on the couch. Thesquirming caused my skirt to ride even higher. Sean had a greatview of my black panties.His cock threatened to burst out of his slacks He put his armaround my neck and pulled my face to his. I opened my mouth willinglythis time. His tongue slid deep into my mouth. Sean liked to callFrench kissing “upper persuasion for lower invasion.”And he was pretty persuasive.His hands found their way to my breasts. He began kneading myfalsies through my blouse. Before I could stop him, he had mytop three buttons open and was cupping my bra cups. Thank Godfor the darkness.I needed to divert his attention elsewhere. It was time to takematters into my own hands, literally.”Whoa, lover! Slow down. We’ve got all night. Let me helpyou of that suit,” I breathed heavily into his ear. A fewlicks of his ear lobe and a little neck nibbling convinced himI was right.Getting up off the couch, I took Sean’s hands and pulled him tohis feet. I slipped his jacket off and began to unbutton his shirt.I felt him inhale deeply as I traced my painted nails across hisbare chest, occasionally pinching a nipple. His shirt soon joinedhis jacket on the floor.Sean stood completely still, hypnotized by my attention.As my hands sought out his belt buckle and zipper, I lowered myhead to his chest and sucked one of his nipples into my mouth.I held it between my teeth and gently bit it. Just like a woman’s,his nipple began to harden and swell. The same attention was paidto the other one.”Oh yes, baby! That’s it. Suck it in. Suck it hard. I’vegot something a lot bigger than that waiting for you,” hegasped pressing my head lower.Once his slacks were open, they immediately fell to his ankles.Prolonging the inevitable, I fell to my knees and removed hisshoes and socks before pulling his pants off. I was afraid tolook up at his crotch. I could feel the heat of his arousal ashis hardon throbbed above me.Sean was growing impatient.”Come on, Dawn. I know your dying to slip those moist lipsof yours around my cock. It wants you too. It wants you reallybad,” he said.I was dying all right. I was dying from fright — the fear ofsucking what looked like a telephone pole into my mouth.Taking a deep breath of fear and resignation, I raised my headto face my fate.”Pull down my shorts baby. release my cock, Dawn. It wantsto fill your hole — all your holes,” he said.I reached up and tugged on his waist band. My hands pulled hisunderwear down. As the material uncovered his swollen dick, itsprang free and proud, sticking a full nine inches in front ofhis crotch. It was massive. It looked like a giant redwood toweringout of a forest.I looked at it in amazement. But not for long. Sean placed bothhands behind my neck and guided my face to its target.In order to keep my balance, I cupped his butt in both hands.This excited him even more. Without any more warning, he rammedhis blood-gorged member past my lips and half way down my throat.I had to fight hard to keep from choking.It was hot in my mouth, nothing like the cool latex dildos. Thisthing had a life of its own. In order to tame it for awhile, Iclamped my lips on it and began sucking at a slow pace.”I knew those lips would feel great locked on my cock. Suckme off, Dawn. Suck it all in,” he moaned.It seemed to grow even more as I gave my first blowjob. I thoughtI would surely choke on it. Its head was massive.He moaned as I tried to take it all in.”Relax your throat. You can take it all, “he groanedas he rammed deep and hard into my mouth. The length of his staffwas buried. I could feel his crotch hairs tickle my face. Hisballs bounced against my chin.The dick worked up and down my throat like a piston. My head bobbedup and down on his tool. I reached up and began to fondle hisballs. I slipped a finger into his asshole at the same time.Sean was now in a frenzy.”That’s it Dawn. Suck me hard. Squeeze my sack. I can feelmy load building. It won’t be long,” he moaned.Removing my finger from his ass, I slipped my hand under my skirtand into my panties. I stroked, pumped and rubbed my cock in unisonwith the rhythm of my cock sucking.My date was too lost in his own pleasure to notice me masturbatingmyself to my own orgasm. His hands were glued to my neck, forcingmy mouth up and down his turgid staff. His saliva-soaked cockmoved easily across my pursed and sucking lips.Suddenly, his thighs began to tense. His orgasm was rapidly reachingits peak.”It’s coming, Dawn. I hope you’re a swallower. I’m goingto fill your mouth with my load. Suck it up my rod, Dawn. That’sbetter. More suction. More suction.”And suck I did. I could feel his load start its trip up his rod.Sean tried to hold back. I bobbed faster, sucking at his core.His entire body shuddered as he screamed out his release.”I’m coming! I’m coming. Oh, Oh! I’m coming!”He held my face tightly against his crotch. My lips were sealedagainst the base of his cock. Semen poured into my mouth and downmy throat. He seemed to spew his seed forever. I gulped and gulped.But I still couldn’t swallow all the semen fast enough to keepit from seeping out between my clenched lips and down to my chin.The vacuum I had created kept him rigid in my mouth for momentsafter his release. Nature, however, ran its course and his cockbegan to shrink between my lips until it simply slid out. Evenin its shriveled state, it was a large cock. I wanted him hardagain. Hard enough to fuck my ass.But, it didn’t look like my fantasy would become reality. Notfor a while, anyway. Completely drained, Sean fell back onto thecouch and drifted into a deep sleep — drained him of his strengthas well as his seed.While he rested, I poured myself a fresh drink to wash down thesalty semen aftertaste in my mouth. My panties were moist frommy pre-come fluid that was a result of my masturbating. I neededrelease too.Judging from the shape Sean was in at the moment, it would bea long time before he would be “up” to servicing myneeds.Could I risk pulling down my panties and beating my own meat?What if he awakened and found my hand pumping my own cock to orgasm?My thoughts drifted to Stacy. Why had she left? Where had shegone. How was she going to “fix” Sean?Stacy was right about a few things. Taking on Sean and his monstercock was really no big deal. I felt no guilt. It was just anothersex act. Sean just happened to have a real cock instead of a rubberone. So what?The silence was broken by a key being inserted in Sean’s frontdoor lock. The door opened slowly. Who could it be? To my surpriseand delight, it was Stacy and her date.She ran up to me, hugged me and then looked down at Sean’s sleepingform.”I always told you that you gave great head, Dawn,”Stacy squealed. “I hope you didn’t suck the life out of him.It’s time for a little payback.”Questions poured out of my mouth, …”Where did you go? Whydid you leave me?” What happens next?””Actually, your pleasure and Sean’s humiliation,” respondedmy mistress. She explained that they were in the next apartmentand had filmed the entire evening’s events.”We need to hurry. The camera is still running and I stillwant to get some more hot action on film to use against him.”Sean’s wrists and ankles were quickly placed in restraints WhileStacy’s date got Sean ready for whatever was in store for him,Stacy joined me on the couch.”You were really great, Dawn. I’ll bet you were really turnedon! Let me check out your panties. I’ll bet they’re soaked,”she said.I spread my legs wide so that she could feel my wetness. Theywere really drenched with pre-cum fluid.”Wow! You really are hot! Don’t worry, honey. You’ll be takencare of real soon. You can ditch that sanitary napkin, too.”Stacy had a really wicked smile on her lips.I heard yelling coming from another room. It was Sean’s voice.He was upset.Stacy led me to the bedroom. There we found Sean tied to a chair.”What the fuck are you trying to pull? Cut me loose rightnow, you cunt,” he screamed at Stacy. “What was this… a setup?””You got it, dude!”A look of terror crossed Sean’s face.”As usual, you were your normally selfish self and had Dawnsuck you off and then ignored her needs. You look great on tapetoo. She must have a great mouth. I’ve never seen so many expressionsof pleasure on a man’s face before.”The captive Sean nodded in agreement. He told Stacy that I gavethe best head he ever had.”But, that leaves us with a problem. Poor Dawn’s pantiesare soaked and she needs her release.”Sean stared at Stacy, waiting for her to continue.Stacy had me stand in front of Sean. I could hear the camera runningthrough the thin walls.”Well, Dawn, how would you like Sean here to please you?Would you prefer he eat you out, or fuck your tight hole?””I want him to fuck my ass, if that’s OK with you, Stacy.”Whatever you request, Sean will be glad to oblige. Won’tyou Sean,” Stacy replied, glaring at he helpless captive.”It doesn’t look like I have any choice,” he barkedback, struggling at his restraints.”That’s the first smart thing I’ve heard from you in a longtime,” Stacy spat back.I was getting caught up in this drama.”He doesn’t seem too excited by this. What’s the chancesof our adding a little excitement for him? I hope you still havethat two-headed dildo in your purse. Maybe we can have some funin the process,” I said to Stacy, hoping my idea met withher approval.Stacy smiled at me while she fished in her handbag and producedthe latex dong. She took my place in front of Sean for a moment.My mistress/secretary parted the slit in her short, black dress,exposing her red stockings, garter belt and G-string. She kepther skirt parted and commanded Sean to pull down her G-stringwith his teeth.Sean had no choice but to obey. Nobody understood his positionbetter than I.Her hairy crotch was inches from his face.Stacy handed me the dildo and told me to place it in Sean’s mouthso she could mount it.It slid easily into Sean’s mouth. I pressed it in deeply againstthe back of his throat. “Relax your throat, baby. You cantake it all in,” I repeated his earlier instructions.My mistress spread her cunt lips and edged closer to Sean. I watchedher pussy envelope the cock a little bit at a time.She slapped Sean’s mouth. When he opened it to scream, she steppedback, freeing it from his mouth.”He got it wet for you Dawn. That was really nice of him.Are you ready for it now?” she asked.”Just a second.”I turned my back to Sean and began to undress. First came theblouse. The skirt and mini-slip came next.Calmly, I walked to the foot of the bed, pulled down the backof my panties, bent over and offered myself to Stacy.”Let’s show him we don’t need a man’s dick at all, Dawn.Besides, we know that this cock will stay hard until we get off.Not like our buddy Sean!” Stacy enjoyed mocking her prisoner.As she approached my hole, I reached back and spread my cheeksto give her a clear shot.My breath quickened in anticipation of her entry. The dominantbeauty plunged the dildo deep inside me and began to slowly strokemy rear passage. I spread my legs even more as she worked thedildo. Her pelvis pushed against my rear as she buried the instrumentof our pleasure. She paused for a few seconds to allow me to getused to the cock, then began a slow, rhythmic pumping into myreceptive sheath.I decided to help Stacy receive more pleasure. On one of her downstrokes, I clenched my muscles down on the dildo, trapping itmy hole. Now she could ride it to orgasm.”Ooohhh! Ummm! Well, Dawn, you really are becoming a consideratelover, “she said as she began to slide up and down on theshaft.Sean watched in amazement as we continued to fuck ourselves toorgasm.”Eat your heart out Sean! That little dick of yours is onlya little toy for our amusement,” Stacy said.All I could say was, “Mmmm! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!”Stacy had slipped a hand around my hips and had begun to pumpmy cock. I swelled quickly in her fingers. I clamped tighter onthe dildo. Stacy rode the dildo and pumped my cock.Our cries of pleasure filled the room.”Yes, that’s it! Pump harder. I’m coming! I feel it now.Ooohhh! Ooohhh! Yesssss! I screamed my release and shot my loadonto Sean’s satin sheets,Now it was Stacy’s turn to get off!”Aaaiiieee! Soooo Gooooood! Now! Now! Yesssss! Yes!”Our flesh met as our bodies rested. The dildo was still lodgedin our holes. Neither of us wanted to move. We were unwillingto give up the feeling of fullness in our love canals.Sean continued to stare in disbelief.”Does poor Sean want to play too?” Stacy asked him whileshe removed the dildo from my hole.She played with his erection, causing him to become even moreexcited.”Oh, yes. I really want to pump my meat into Dawn’s ass justlike you did,” he pleaded. Stacy turned her attention tome. “Is that OK with you,” he pleaded. I know I can’tmeasure up to the dildo.””I know,” I said, “I’m just curious to see if youknow how to use that thing.” I whispered to Stacy, “besidesthat, you know I’ve never had a real cock in me.”Stacy laughed. “That’s right. You’re still a virgin in someways. Are you sure you want Sean to be the one to break your cherry?””He’s here. I want it. If he’s as good as I’ve heard, itmight be worth the experience,” I replied.Stacy’s date came back into the room and removed Sean’s restraints.Sean quickly ran up to my resting form and slipped his cock intomy well lubricated hole. It slid in easily.”Uuuggghhh!” I grunted at his unexpected penetration.His hands grabbed my hips and he began methodically fucking myass.While I began to pick up his rhythm, I heard a loud scream escapehis lips.”Aaaiiieee!”Stacy had managed to sneak up on Sean and roughly buried the dildoin his ass. His scream was not one of pleasure. It was pure pain.”Everybody gets fucked in this party,” Stacy shouted.”Relax Sean, your ass will get used to my strokes.”She was right, of course.Sean concentrated on fucking me and blocked out the pain of hisown ****.In his excitement, he slipped his hands from my waist to my crotch.His hand finally made its discovery. He removed it as though hehad touched a hot stove.”What the fuck. You’re a fucking man. I’m fucking a fuckingguy.””And you’re loving every second of it, you asshole. And Ihave it on tape,” announced Stacy triumphantly. As she finishedher sentence, four people strode into the room. I knew them alltoo well. And I knew all too well what was next for Sean.Mistresses Lisa, Ellen, and Kayla were led into the room by MistressLynn.”Hello Dawn. You’re looking better than ever,” my firstmistress said.”Thank you, Mistress Lynn. You’re as beautiful as ever. Howmay I serve you?”My reply pleased her.”Not tonight honey. Tonight, we are going to initiate Seaninto our very exclusive club. You had better run along home. TakeSean’s car. He won’t be needing it.”Stacy pulled Sean out of my tight hole and they restrained himto the bed posts.As I walked through the door, I realized that by Monday, Stacywould have her very own love slave and I would have a new friend.Her name would be Shawn.Chapter 22The Shopping SpreeMy life at home can be equated to that of a live- in maid. I seeto the needs of Lisa and Ellen. I cook, clean and iron.. I drawtheir baths, sometimes washing and drying their lithe bodies.Sexually, I am like one of their many sex toys. They use me whenthey are in the mood. Otherwise, I am left pretty much to myself.Whenever we throw a party or attend one, I wear my maid’s costumeand cater to the whims of all the guests. This is usually theonly time, except when I make them angry, that I am forced towear any restraints. I guess it serves to others as a symbol ofmy servitude to them.I have really become accustomed to my new role and doubt thatI would try to escape my situation. Most of the everyday pressureshave been taken away. They pay all the bills and keep up our home.All I have to do is work and do those few domestic chores I’massigned to do.The greatest benefit of all this, of course, is being exposedto so many women and having the opportunity to sexually satisfythem in a number of ways I never knew existed.My wanting to please them has become so intense that I can noworgasm without my cock being stroked or enveloped in a woman’spussy or ass.Yes, the excitement of cross-dressing in public is a definiteturn on. Having women talk to me as if I were just “one ofthe girls” has given me a keen insight into their wants,needs and innermost feelings and fantasies.The biggest disadvantage is that they control my every wakingmoment. Whenever I rebel, they humiliate me to the point thatI become even more subservient to them. “Them” has grownto about a total of 20 women who actively affect my life insideour home and at the office.My days of being dominated turned into weeks, then months. I couldn’teven escape this mental and physical captivity at work. Kaylaand Stacy saw to that.My Dominas enrolled me in aerobics classes and a private balletclass. All this exercise, plus the sexual gymnastics they putme through, resulted in a 40 pound weight loss and about fourinches off my waist.Other than the lingerie they made me wear, nothing I had (masculineor feminine) to wear fit any more.”Well, Dawn, it seems your exercise program is reaping itsrewards. You’ve really slimmed down from a fat old cow to a trimlady,” announced Mistress Lisa.I blushed in embarrassment. It did feel better to have lost theweight, no matter what the reason.”I think we should reward Dawn with a shopping spree. Shemust get tired of looking in her closet every day and thinkingthat she just doesn’t have a thing to wear,” laughed MistressEllen.The three of us piled into the car and drove to the mall. I, ofcourse, was dressed fully as a woman.My two escorts stopped numerous times to talk to friends, introducingme as their new roommate, and inviting them to visit our home.When we entered the first boutique, they led me directly to thelingerie section.”Don’t be shy, Dawn. If you’re going to feel sexy, you haveto look sexy,” whispered Mistress Lisa.Now that I had shed the inches, it was easier to buy a wider varietyof lingerie.My partners totally enjoyed themselves as they selected my undies.They bought me fancy hipsters, bikinis, string bikinis and tappants. Everything was silk, satin, nylon or lycra — no cottonwhatsoever. Cotton isn’t sexy enough for you,” said MistressLisa.The panties, bras, garter belts, teddies, camisoles, nightgownsand stockings presented no problem. I did, however, have to tryon the corsets and other body shapers. If they had two-way mirrorsin the dressing rooms, I’m sure they were surprised to see myerection sticking out of my bikini panties as I tried on eachitem.Finding shoes that fit turned out to be no problem at all.By this time, I was feeling a little silly because of all theattention I was receiving. Whenever I tried on a pair of shoes,I was sure to spread my legs wide enough so that the sales clerksgot a good view of my panties.A few of them began to feel their way up my legs while helpingme step into the heels and pumps. I began to get really excitedfrom all this touching and feeling. First it was the sales girlssmoothing the dresses over my chest and crotch. Then the shoesales people looking up my skirt or playing with my legs.We spent the entire afternoon trying on lounge wear, sleep wear,dresses, skirts, blouses, evening gowns, even a bridal ensemble.They even treated me to a collection of accessories, includingjewelry, belts, hats and handbags.Everything, with the exception of the wedding gown, was blackor red. The next stop was a beauty salon where I was treated toa facial, manicure and pedicure. Since it was a private salon,my wig was removed and my hair was restyled in a unisex cut. Thenext two hours were spent in makeup and skin care classes. Thebeauticians fussed over me like I was a celebrity. They pouredme glass after glass of champagne while they worked their magic.I noticed that I was the only customer and that the shades hadbeen closed. Really thankful that no one could just walk in, Irelaxed and began to really enjoy the attention.”Well, Dawn, we’ve paid for all of this today. It’s timethat you showed your appreciation by giving these ladies the tip,”said Mistress Ellen.”But, mistress, I have no money for a tip.””That’s not the kind of tip we want,” said one of thebeauticians as she strapped my arms to the chair and bent it almostcompletely back. “We want the tip of your tongue.”I heard the sound of zippers being lowered and then the rustleof clothes being removed as the beauticians began forming a lineat the head of the chair.For the next two hours, I licked and sucked the entire beautyparlor staff to an orgasm. My face was engulfed by blonde, brunetteand shaved pussy. Their juices ran over my face until I thoughtI would truly drown in their nectar.The experience proved too much for me and I came violently inmy panties.Mistress Lisa spotted my wet panties and informed me that I wouldlater be punished for coming without permission.With the chair pulled back and my legs in the air, my skirt hadrisen to my waist, exposing my frilly panties. “We reallyshould do something about those cunt hairs sticking out aroundDawn’s panties,” said the beauty shop manager. “Whydon’t we throw in a free pussy shave since Dawn was such a goodtipper?”Before returning the chair to its upright position, my pantieswere removed and one of the ladies shaved my entire crotch areasmooth.I almost came again as one lady held my cock and another handledmy balls, moving them out of the way of her razor.Mistress Lisa then slipped a butt plug in my ass and handed mea fresh pair of panties.”This should teach you to satisfy yourself without permission,you little slut,” she said.I was then let out of the chair. As we left the beauty shop, oneof the girls shouted, “Come back and see us again Dawn. Welove working for tips.”

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