Black Mamba - pt 2
As I entered the bedroom, Jennifer indicated that I should stand and
approach her. I rose to my feet and stood before her feeling intimidated by
her size and demeanor. Jen reached out and yanked my precum soaked panties
down to mid thigh, roughly forced my now withered member between my legs
toward my ass, then pushed my aching balls up into my body cavity. She then
drew up my panties tightly so that my cock was effectively trapped.
"When you are in my presence, your worthless clit is to remain tucked away
as it is now, unless I order you to do otherwise. Do I make myself perfectly
clear?"
I nodded my head in the affirmative.
"Answer me bitch. I didn't hear you."
"Yes Jennifer" I replied submissively.
" Yes, what" she hissed.
Not knowing what was expected, I took a wild guess and said "Yes Mistress?"
"That's right and don't you ever forget it," she answered. "You are MY
property now and any infractions of MY rules or disobedience will be dealt
with harshly. Spinning me around and pointing at a full length mirror, J
added, "Look at yourself, you sissy bitch. Wearing panties and no sign of a
cock, you must have a pussy hidden there. Lay down on the bed, I want to
watch you rub your cunt, and don't you dare cum until I give permission."
Added to this was a stinging slap to my ass that emphasized her considerable
strength and hastened my compliance. It also caused my dick to stiffen.
Lying on my back in the center of the queen (how appropriate) size bed,
Mistress soon joined me. Guiding my hand under my panties to my pubis, she
instructed me to rub my "cunt" and started to suck one of my erect nipples
while pinching the other. As I rubbed my mons and alternately squeezed and
released my hardening pole, I moaned with desire and frustration. My inner
thighs were becoming slick with precum and my trapped womanhood (womanhood?)
was on the edge of spewing love juice all over my ass. My body was in
turmoil. One of my breasts (breasts?) was being sucked and kissed tenderly
while the other was being pinched cruelly.
Moving her lips from my engorged nipple to my ear, Mistress kissed wetly
and whispered obscenities to me. Among other things, she told me what a good
cocksucker I was and how happy she was that I was going to be her fuck toy.
She said she wanted to dress me up and introduce me to her friends as her
bitch and perhaps let them have their way with me. This talk enflamed me and
I begged for her permission to cum.
Finally with a nod and a knowing smile I was given the OK to empty my
aching balls. I rubbed my puss frantically, squeezed my thighs tighter and
bucked my hips in an effort to add more friction to my throbbing clit. Within
seconds I was rewarded with the most intense orgasm off my life. I could feel
the hot ropey cum jetting between my ass cheeks as my clit jerked
spasmodically. I guess the combination of to much booze, the forced celibacy
and then topped with an earth shattering climax was an overload to my system
and I passed out.
I don't know how long I was out but when I revived some time later I was
alone in bed and suffering from a mild hangover. My panties were down around
my ankles and my groin was crusted with dried cum. Arranging my privates as
Jennifer had instructed, I pulled up the soiled garment and went in search of
my Mistress. I discovered her in the den wearing a shear black peignoir and
high heel mules, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. The d****s were
open and bright sunlight streamed into the room. The cool waters of a
swimming pool beckoned in the background.
"It's about time you got up, you lazy slut," she growled. I've got better
things to do today than sit around waiting for you. Get cleaned up and get
the fuck out of here. I just took a bath and the water may still be warm." I
agreed meekly and crawled off to the bathroom.
The dirty water was luke warm and smelled flowery. As I lay soaking in the
tub contemplating my situation and the events that transpired the previous
night, I burned with humiliation. Scrubbing away the dried cum, my cock began
to harden and I lusted for more of my Mistresses abuse. I realized that I was
putty in her hands and didn't know what I craved more, the sex or the
humiliating domination. I came (there's that word again) to the conclusion
that it was both, but in the reverse order. I was jolted out of my reverie by
Jen telling me to speed it up and to wash out her undies and hang them on the
towel bar to dry. Her undies? Was she taking them away from me? Granted they
were hers but I had come to enjoy the feel of the mesh against my glans.
Well, I'd just have to get my own. With that final thought I quickly finished
my ablutions, dried off and padded naked back to the den.
I found it quite difficult to remain tucked without the panties while
walking. However by taking short mincing steps I was able to present myself
to Mistress in the required manner. I was definitely going to buy my own
panties if I was to continue as her bitch. Jen examined me with a critical
eye, smiled and nodded her head approvingly.
"Here put this on" she said, handing me a gold filigree waist chain with the
name "VANESSA" suspended from it.
Wrapping the chain around my waist and fastening the clasp, I inquired
softly, Why Vanessa, Mistress."
Mistress replied "That's the name of my previous bitch. I caught her
sucking some dudes cock without my permission, gave her to a friend of mine
and kept the chain. The friend owns a dog kennel so the cocks she sucks now
have fur around them. He does put socks on the dogs paws before he lets them
fuck her. She
costarred in a movie titled Rover Gets Laid. She truly is a bitch now in
every sense of the word. Anyway, you need a femme name and I like that one.
Now I'm going to epoxy the clasp so you don't accidentally lose it." So
saying Mistress did just that thus preventing me from removing it.
"Now get dressed."
I quickly pulled on my jeans and buttonless shirt. I was hunting for my
socks when Mistress informed me that she had thrown them out and handed me a
pair of knee high nylons.
"Wear these" she demanded. "You're not to wear socks again.... Ever! Oh,
and you can't wear that shirt without buttons, here's a pretty blouse and a
sports bra to put on under it. Ladies should not go braless in public. I
expect you to purchase several of your own in the very near future."
Of course the bra was black and the blouse was white and almost shear. It
had short puffy sleeves and a scoop neck line with little pink roses
embroidered around it. The whole effect was for maximum embarrassment and it
achieved the goal.
Not only was I blushing again but my cock was becoming uncomfortably hard.
At least last night I had the lame excuse of to much alcohol. Not so this
morning. I was doing this because I wanted to. Indeed I was compelled to.
Handing me a piece of paper and a pen, Mistress ordered me to jot down my
phone number and if I had net access, my web address. I complied readily.
Jennifer then stuffed a mid size purse under my arm explaining that it
contained my car keys, wallet and a few other things I might need.
"When you get back to your car go inside the bar and wait for a phone call
from me," she further ordered as I was guided to the door. At the door J
placed her hands on my shoulders, leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the
lips. Pressing downward she murmured, "How about one more suck before you
leave, lover." I dropped immediately to my knees and when she parted her
gown, took her fat black sausage into my mouth and started giving her a blow
job to remember. Just as she started to tremble, indicating to me that she
was about to cum, Mistress withdrew from my mouth and shot her seed all over
my face. Spurt after spurt of hot ropey cum coated my hair, eyes, cheeks and
chin. I tried in vain to capture some in my eager mouth but was unsuccessful.
My vision was blurred in one eye because of the slime and some was rolling
off my chin onto my pretty blouse. Raising my hand to remove the sticky goo,
Mistress halted me and said, "It's a nice warm day, leave it on and let it
dry so you"ll have something to remember me by.
Helping me to my feet, Mistress opened the door and ushered me out,
informing me that she'd be in touch. Standing on her door step, I heard the
door close and lock behind me. With trepidation I began my Journey
home.........
Fortunately it was relatively early in the morning and foot traffic was
light. I traveled the two blocks back to the club in record time with only an
occasional raised eyebrow from people I met. I could feel the cum drying on
my face as I minced onward, wanting only for this excruciatingly embarrassing
ordeal to be over. The humiliation that I was being subjected to, caused my
cock to harden, forcing me to realize what a sissy slut I was becoming.
It was fifteen minutes to nine when I arrived at my destination and saw
that it didn't open for business until nine. I waited impatiently by the door
suffering the bemused looks of people passing by when Melanie arrived to open
the place up. She was dressed normally (as a guy), was missing the makeup
that she had worn the previous night and looked quite sexy to me. Shit! Now
I'm checking out guys and deciding if they're sexy or not. Next I'll probably
be gazing at their crotches trying to figure how well they're equipped. I did
in fact notice that Melanie was sporting a large package. With a huge grin
she opened the door and with an exaggerated flourish of her arm bid me to
enter. My face was covered with dried cum, I was wearing a flowered blouse
with an obvious bra underneath and I carried a purse under my arm. Once again
I was burning with shame.
" Well hello again" she said, in her sultry voice. "I remember you from last
night, you were with Jen. Come right in young lady. If that's what I think it
is on your face, I'd guess that Jennifer is going to make you her bitch.
That's her way of marking her territory."
Mumbling a greeting, I pushed past Melanie and went directly to the ladies
room where I scrubbed the dried cum from my face.
Returning to the bar I ordered coffee from Melanie and went to the booth
that Jen and I had occupied the previous evening. I was the only customer
(Thankfully) so I decided to inventory the contents of my purse while waiting
for the phone call and the coffee. Emptying the bag onto the table this is
what I discovered: wallet, keys, compact, lipstick, eye shadow, eye liner,
blush, mascara, press on nails, nail lacquer, a tampon, two condoms and a
small butt plug. The plug was about four or five inches long, tapered and no
more than an inch at its widest. At the sight of the plug my rosette began to
tingle and my cock to harden.
Just then Mel arrived with my coffee, set it down in a clear space and slid
into the booth. Surveying the treasures that were laid out, with a lascivious
smile she plucked up the plug and examined it closely.
"Oh, what a cute little toy" she exclaimed, while stroking it meaningfully.
Has your Mistress used it in your pussie yet?
"No. Not yet" I stammered, truly uncomfortable with the attention and
question.
"Well, honey you got a really nice ass, so I'm sure Jen will be stuffing it
soon enough and it'll be with more than this." As it turned out, it was a lot
sooner than I imagined.
I was relieved when two other customers entered and Melanie returned to the
bar to wait on them. It was almost an hour, more like an eternity, when
Melanie stated loudly that there was a phone call for Vanessa. By this time
there were several people s**ttered throughout and all eyes were riveted on
me as I approached the bar. Melanie handed me the phone and remained to
eavesdrop on my conversation. What a bitch!
As near as Jennifer and I can remember the following is what transpired:
Vanessa:.."Hello."
Jen:.."Hello, what?"
Vanessa:.."Hello Mistress."
Jen:.."Thats better. Have you looked in your purse yet?"
Vanessa:.."Yes Ma'am."
Jen:.."Good. There are three things that you must do before you have my
permission to go home. Do you understand that, bitch?"
Vanessa:.."Yes Ma'am."
Jen:.."First, you are to sit at the bar and apply the makeup that's in
your hand bag. I know it wont look that good but it's time that you learn.
Ask Mel to help you if needed. Second, when you are finished you are to buy a
round of drinks for the house. Third, you are to take the butt plug to the
ladies room and insert it in your cunt. Leave your purse at the bar so that
everyone can see what you're carrying. If you do these things I'll know that
you are serious about becoming my bitch and will E-mail you more instructions
this afternoon. Now, I want to talk to Melanie."
Blushing deeply once again, I handed the phone to that smirking bitch
Melanie. Ask her for help I thought, not in this fucking life time. Accepting
the phone, Mel turned her back and carried on a hushed conversation with my
Mistress. Oh, oh. Better be careful I thought, the bitch is probably
reporting back to Jennifer.
With the aid of the little mirror in the compact, I spent the next
forty-five minutes trying to apply the makeup in the dim lighting as best I
could and ignore the stares and grins of the other patrons. As my appearance
began to look more and more feminine my cock got harder and harder. One guy
asked me to dance and another wanted me to go to his place and party. I
secretly thrilled that I was having this kind of effect on other people but
graciously declined in a feminine falsetto.
With the first task completed I ordered drinks for everyone, which of
course brought more attention to me. Suffering through a multitude of "thank
you's" and introducing myself as "Vanessa" when appropriate I wiggled my way
to the ladies room. Butt plug in hand [and against orders, my purse], I
received more then one pat on the tush before I reached my goal.
Once in the stall, I dropped my drawers and sat down on the stool. After
spitting on the plug I placed the smooth plastic against my rosette and
pushed inward with a slow steady pressure. The pain was intense as the
pliable plug stretched my anus and I had to stop and try to relax several
times before the widest part slid past my pucker ring. As the pain abated I
began to frig myself slowly with the plug creating a sensual feeling that I
can't describe. Letting go of the plug I started fisting my throbbing meat
while my other hand had snaked under my blouse, pushed up my bra and began to
pinch my nipples. I was so absorbed in gratifying myself that I never heard
someone enter the restroom and was completely shocked when the stall door
flew open and there stood Melanie.
"Having fun, slut? Your new Mistress asked me to check to make sure that
you'd filled your cunt as she instructed. Sorry to interrupt your play time."
The question didn't really require an answer so I sat with down cast eyes,
deeply ashamed at being discovered.
Melanie then ordered me to standup and turn around. I did so and
immediately felt her fingers delve into the crack of my ass, grasp the plug
and partially withdraw it. At the same time she had reached around with her
other hand and was massaging my cock. I whimpered softly and leaned back
against her succumbing to the desires that were coursing through my body.
When she had me suitable aroused, she turned me back around, placed her hands
on my shoulders and pressed me back onto the stool.
"You and I both know what you want honey," she said. "DO IT."
I was powerless to do anything but what I did next. Sitting on the commode
my eyes were at the same level as her crotch and I reached out with trembling
hands to the waist band of her slacks. I unhooked her belt, undid the snap
and slowly lowered the zipper. Lowering the zip my hand caressed her hard
cock and I could feel the heat emanating from it. Saliva flooded my mouth in
preparation of taking Melanie's love machine into my throat. I lowered her
trousers to knee level and revealed her ruffled, satin tap panties and thigh
high nylons. The head of her eight inch cock was above the panties waist band
and a pearl of precum glistened at her piss slit.
I didn't hesitate. With one hand I wantonly rubbed her cock through the
smooth satin garment and with the other I stroked the inside of her nylon
covered inner thigh, inching slowly ever closer to her hairy balls. Gazing
intently into my eyes, Melanie smiled, placed her hand gently on my head and
drew me towards greater servitude. As my face was drawn towards her cock, I
tugged downward on her panties and released the hairy b**st so that I could
envelop it with my hot wet mouth. Moaning with desire, and with my face
bobbing on her hardness, I opened my throat and caressed more of her prick
with each stroke. When her pubes tickled my nose I stopped rubbing her balls
and began to press my finger gently into her love tunnel. I had penetrated to
the second knuckle when she suddenly stiffened and started spewing molten
jizz into my throat. I struggled to disengage so that I could savor and taste
it in my mouth but my efforts were in vain. When she was totally spent she
withdrew her softening member and wiped the residue on my forehead and
cheeks.
Once again my face was cum coated but for some reason I didn't care, I was
still painfully hard and in need of relief. It suddenly became obvious to me
that I had been broken. Through constant humiliation and subjugation, I was
actually a submissive slut and was so sexually charged that I was helpless.
In a fit of mad lust I grabbed my hot meat and pumped frantically. While
pumping my cock, I was clenching and unclenching my cunt, trying to draw the
plug deeper into my bowels. When it rubbed against my prostate, a bolt of
electricity shot through me and I shot my hot load onto my chest and stomach.
In a sexual stupor I gazed at the white, ropey strings that streaked my upper
body as Melanie reached forward and scooped it up with her fingers.
"Eat this" she said, holding my head and force feeding me my sill warm
seed. A heat rush flashed through my body and my softening cock spewed again.
"You like that don't you bitch? From now on you have two Mistress's. It'll be
our secret because you really don't want Jennifer to find out. You might end
up at the doggy farm with your namesake. I have a video of her and I'll show
it to you when you come to service me."
Licking the warm jizzim from her fingers I looked into her eyes and nodded,
YES !.................
As I sat there on the pot with my dick in my hand, and cum on my face,
Melanie stuffed her cock back in her pants, winked and left me to my own
devices. I was exhausted. I gathered myself together as best I could, exited
the stall, went to the sink and cleaned myself up. Yet again I was removing a
mans seed from my face and I burned with humiliation. Repairing my makeup, I
thought to my self "Fuck these people. I'm walkin out of this joint with my
head held high. I'm not going to be intimidated or subjugated by that cunt
Melanie." I stuffed my bra with TP until I had a decent set of teats and
marched out of the ladies room. All eyes were on me when I entered the bar,
but I looked neither left nor right as I minced my way towards the exit.
Acutely aware of the plug that I was clenching tightly in my ass, I thrust
out my chest to give the boys a show and secretly thrilled at what affect I
thought I was having. Especially with that bitch Melanie. I decided then and
there to tell my Mistress what had taken place in the ladies room. Fuck her!
Finally. After almost twenty-four hours, I was on my way home. The drive
was pretty much uneventful, except for a few weird looks at stop lights, but
after what I had been through it never fazed me. Actually the next problem I
faced was when I arrived home. Parking the car and entering my home, I would
be exposed to the neighbors, subjecting me to there scrutiny and possibly
more humiliation. With a see through blouse, wearing a black bra stuffed with
toilet paper and my face made-up like a tarts, I was sure that I would be
spotted by someone. My previous bravado left me and again I was reduced to
abject humiliation. Would this never end?
I cruised by my place and circled the block to ensure there was nobody
about. Seeing no one I pulled into the driveway and pressed the button on the
garage door opener. As the door raised, I congratulated myself for finally
making room for my car, and I pulled right in. This would be relatively
painless....... Wrong. The house key was missing from my key ring. Jennifer
must have lifted it this morning. There was a backup in a flower pot by the
front door, but I'd have to leave the protection of the garage and go through
the front door. As I fumbled with the spare key, frantically trying to get in
the door, I was horrified to see the gal who lives next door backing out her
drive. Her name is Jill and she is best friends with my sister. She looked at
me and did a double take, her jaw dropping and her eyes growing big as
saucers. Scrambling through the door out of her sight, I had no doubts that
she had seen me. Shit! Shit! Shit! How could I ever face that woman again? Or
worse yet, what if she tells my sister? I wanted to crawl into a hole and
die, I was so humiliated.
I needed a drink. Turing towards the kitchen I saw a package and an
envelope setting on the foyer table. I dropped my purse, snatched up the
envelope and tore it open. It was addressed to "BITCH" and it read:
Bitch,
In the box you will find your new breast forms and some other goodies. I
strongly suggest that you make use of the depilatory, it will
make it so much easier to remove your new tits when I decide it's time. I'll
be by later tonight to start your training. I have my own key, as you know
and will let myself in.....J
I removed the lid with trembling fingers and gazed upon the most beautiful
set of tits that I have ever seen. Holding them against my chest, I started
getting wet. They were pear shaped, about a C cup with large dark aureoles
and protruding nipples. I started to harden in anticipation of wearing them.
Along with the forms was spray adhesive, liquid latex, body makeup and hair
depilatory.
Heeding Jennifer's suggestion, I went to the bathroom shedding my clothing
as I went. Standing in front of the full length mirror, I coated my chest and
legs with the hair remover and tried to imagine what I would look like with
breasts. There was only one way to find out and as my skin began to tingle I
stepped into the warm shower with my razor, soap and wash cloth. With the
warm water cascading over my body and the assist from the wash cloth I
watched in abject sorrow as my masculinity washed down the drain. I had
reached the point of no return.... and crossed it, not without some sadness.
Tears were rolling down my face and I sobbed quietly continuing with the
razor on areas that I missed. My underarms, what I now thought of as my
pussie and my pubic area was soon satin smooth. I left a small hart shape
patch of curls above my clit as Jennifer had done with hers. I wanted to
remove my anal tormentor, but realized that Jen would probably check me when
she arrived and I was afraid that it would piss her off if it wasn't there.
Finished in the shower I ran my bath with the lavender scented crystals and
as the tub was filling, I quickly checked voice and E-mail to see if there
was anything from Mistress. No joy! Oh well, back to my tub. As I slid into
the hot bubbly water, hi-ball in hand, I was again acutely aware of the
intruder in my cunt. Actually the combination of warm scented water, cocktail
and the full feeling in my bowels was quite sensuous. I laid there and
languidly stroked my engorged meat, trying to think of what to do next. Well,
first things first. Turning back was not an option. Not knowing what
Jennifer was expecting, when she arrived, I decided to make myself as
feminine as I possibly could. With proper makeup, my new breasts and my hair
rearranged, "Vanessa" would greet her. I was now fully committed and would
surrender myself to her.
The very, very first thing was attaching my new boobies. Mmmmm. Next would
be press on nails and polish. Toe nails to match. Then makeup and clothes.
Clothes? I haven't any fucking cloths! I can't go to her in jockey shorts.
She'll humiliate me. Then I remembered that my ex had left a somewhat large
box and two smaller ones behind. Telling me to get rid of them, I of course
didn't. They were in the spare room. Maybe, just maybe....?
Jumping from the tepid tub I scrambled frantically to the spare room, ever
aware of the hard shaft embedded in my love tunnel. My clit started to harden
when I opened the first box and discovered a peach thong & bra set, on the
very top. I'm saved, I thought. With barely a pause, I tore open the other
two boxes, discovering shoes in one ; ) and skirts, tops, sweaters, and
dresses in the other.
What incredible luck. The ex and I are close enough to the same size that
I'm sure I could squeeze into her clothing. At least until I could get some
of my own in the proper sizes. Tonight I'm going with the bare minimum. Black
pumps with a three inch heel (I'm going to have to learn how to walk in them)
and the peach thong. The thong will keep my cock tucked back and also apply
constant pressure on my plug. I'll wear a condom to. It'll keep me from
spotting my panties. And so, my feminization begins in earnest.
Two hours later I was standing in front of the full length mirror admiring
myself. Gazing back at me was a rather good looking blonde girl in high heel
pumps, peach colored thong, a gold waist chain and a magnificent bust. I had
made good use of the liquid latex by blending in the edges of the breast
forms and with the aid of the makeup you couldn't tell that they weren't
real. I gave my torso a little shake and watched my breasts jiggle
provocatively. I had also applied the latex over my eyebrows, blended them in
with makeup and penciled in new higher arched brows. My clit started to
tingle and I could actually feel the precum oozing towards my piss slit.
Thankfully, I was wearing a rubber and my new found panties kept me tucked
out of site between my ass cheeks.
Time to check for She-mail from my Mistress. My unfettered breasts swayed
seductively and my high heels clicked loudly as I minced my way across the
hardwood floor to my office. Sitting down in front of the computer I was
again reminded of the object buried deep in my cunt. I discovered that typing
was a problem with my long painted nails but knew that I had better become
accustomed to it, as I would walking in high heels. Logging on, I was again
disappointed to discover that there were no messages and began shopping
online for my new wardrobe. Looking only for styles and ideas because I
didn't know my sizes yet, I was soon in a euphoric state, oblivious to my
surroundings
The first inclination I had that my goddess had arrived was the staccato
click of her high heels as she strode confidently in to the room. I struggled
out of my chair dropped to my knees and kissed her feet to demonstrate my
total submission.
"You may rise," she said haughtily and inspected me as I arose. She still
towered over despite my standing at attention in my new high heels. Mistress
Jennifer was absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a knee length, side slit
white calfskin skirt and a white sleeved cotton blouse. A wide black patent
leather belt circled her waist. That she was braless was obvious because her
erect nipples could be seen through the thin material. Her black silky hair
was pulled back in a sever bun, giving her the look of a dominatrix. Her feet
were adorned with high heeled lace up sandals and her legs were encased in
dark seamed nylons.
"My little white bitch has fixed herself up quite nicely" Jen said with a
smile as she began a slow walk around me. "Nice panties. My little closet
queen must have a secret stash. Good girl." Pausing behind me, she hooked her
fingers into my thong and drew them down to my knees. Gripping the plug with
her fingers she twisted and withdrew it ever so slowly. When the widest part
had been drawn past my sphincter she then pushed it back in cruelly. I
staggered from the force and would have gone to my knees had Mistress not
grabbed me by the hair and held me up. I was amazed and somewhat frightened
by her strength. The pain was excruciating and I had to fight back tears.
"I do believe that my sissy bitch is ready for a larger one," Mistress
said. I want your pussie stretched because I wont be using any lube when I
take your cherry. Be a good girl and go out to my car and get the box of
training aids I have in the trunk."
"But Mistress" I whined, "I can't go outside naked, the neighbors might see
me."
Jennifer told me not to be silly, it was dark outside and the hour was
late, nobody would be around. Resignedly I took her keys, went to the front
door and peeked out. Not seeing anyone I minced down the steps to her car, my
boobs bouncing provocatively. When I opened the trunk the light came on and
at the same time Mistress through the switch for the front porch light. I
stood frozen like a doe trapped in the headlights of a car, completely naked
but for my heels and golden chain. Quickly recovering I seized the package
and darted for the sanctuary of the house. Clutching the box to my breasts
trying to cover my nakedness as I scurried along, I saw the d****s in Jill's
living room part and I could discern Jill framed in the window. That she had
seen me, I had no doubt, for once again she had that wide eyed surprised look
on her face. Caught again!
After what seemed an eternity, I reached the safety of the foyer and
collapsed sobbing hysterically at Jennifer's feet. Retrieving the container,
Mistress stepped over me and said, "Come."
After regaining some composure I followed her into the living room where
she had dumped the "training aids" onto the coffee table. She was holding a
pair of platform shoes that had impossibly high heels (six inches was my
guess) wide ankle straps with twin buckles that could accommodate a small
padlock. The sight of the sexy shoes coupled with my latest humiliation
caused my cock to stir. Wordlessly, but with a throaty chuckle she handed
them to me and I sat submissively to put them on. Once my new heels were
strapped on Jen handed me a three inch wide studded collar with a D ring and
an embossed tag that said "BITCH." This also had twin buckles and a lock
hasp. After putting on my collar Mistress motioned me to stand. With my
leaking cock tucked between my thighs I stood teetering before her and waited
for more debasement.
"Show mama what you got baby. Strut your stuff," Jen ordered. Put a little
swing in that cute little ass of yours, I want to see what a sissy slut
you've become in such a short time. Your going to be my little white cock
sucker
I wobbled around the floor trying to look sexy but it was impossible due to
the ultra high heels. The collar didn't help either, I couldn't see my feet.
Jen laughed the whole time, asking me what kind of sissy slut I was that I
couldn't walk in "come fuck me shoes" and that I'd have plenty of time to get
used to them. She then stopped me, handed me the little locks and said "Do it
bitch." I inserted the locks into the hasps on the shoes and slave collar,
locked them and then experienced what I would call a spontaneous orgasm.
Without touching myself, I erupted with the most intense ejaculation that
I've ever had. All I can say is that it must have been the subconscious
thought of what I was committing myself to and the humiliation that I was
being subjected to. Jennifer saw what was happening and grabbed me by the arm
to steady me as my body was racked with spasm after spasm. I clenched my
sphincter tightly around the plug imbedded in my ass and moaned loudly as I
sent jet after jet of hot milky cum into the condom. Finally Jen released me
and I fell totally spent to the floor at her feet.
"You worthless whore" she screamed. "How dare you cum without my
permission. Take me to your bedroom bitch, it's time for a little lesson in
deportment."
Once in the bed room she ordered me to empty my closet and dresser of all
clothes and dump them in the middle of the floor. When I had completed this
she instructed me to lay down on my back on the pile of clothing while she
removed her skirt. Straddling my head and facing towards my feet she reached
back spread her cheeks and began lowering her large ebony ass towards my
face. A string was protruding from her pucker ring and I knew instinctively
what was required of me. Nuzzling her rosette I griped the string in my teeth
and felt her raise slightly and a cum coated tampon slipped out and fell on
my chin.
"My boyfriend fucked me just before I came over her and he left a treat for
you in my cunt. Rim me bitch."
Jenn lowered her immense sweat covered ebony ass to my face and rode my
tongue mercilessly. As I lapped up her boyfriends cum I stroked her cock
trying to get her to orgasm before I suffocated. Unbelievably my cock was
hard again and I longed for her to touch it but that was not to be. After
what seemed like hours I felt her stiffen and felt her cumming on stomach as
she ground her rose bud into my sucking lips. At that time she removed the
cum filled rubber from my cock turned around and emptied it in to my waiting
mouth. As I laid there exhausted, Jennifer stood, pointed her now flaccid
cock at me and said "Let me clean some of that cum off of you." She then
proceeded to piss in my face and on my stomach washing away the goo with a
hot stream of salty urine.
"Don't you ever, ever cum without my permission. If it happens again you
will be fitted with a chastity device" she said angrily and then stormed out
of the room. I lay on the pile of clothes covered with drying cum and urine
and wondered how much more she would humiliate and degrade me as she
transformed me into her willing bitch.
approach her. I rose to my feet and stood before her feeling intimidated by
her size and demeanor. Jen reached out and yanked my precum soaked panties
down to mid thigh, roughly forced my now withered member between my legs
toward my ass, then pushed my aching balls up into my body cavity. She then
drew up my panties tightly so that my cock was effectively trapped.
"When you are in my presence, your worthless clit is to remain tucked away
as it is now, unless I order you to do otherwise. Do I make myself perfectly
clear?"
I nodded my head in the affirmative.
"Answer me bitch. I didn't hear you."
"Yes Jennifer" I replied submissively.
" Yes, what" she hissed.
Not knowing what was expected, I took a wild guess and said "Yes Mistress?"
"That's right and don't you ever forget it," she answered. "You are MY
property now and any infractions of MY rules or disobedience will be dealt
with harshly. Spinning me around and pointing at a full length mirror, J
added, "Look at yourself, you sissy bitch. Wearing panties and no sign of a
cock, you must have a pussy hidden there. Lay down on the bed, I want to
watch you rub your cunt, and don't you dare cum until I give permission."
Added to this was a stinging slap to my ass that emphasized her considerable
strength and hastened my compliance. It also caused my dick to stiffen.
Lying on my back in the center of the queen (how appropriate) size bed,
Mistress soon joined me. Guiding my hand under my panties to my pubis, she
instructed me to rub my "cunt" and started to suck one of my erect nipples
while pinching the other. As I rubbed my mons and alternately squeezed and
released my hardening pole, I moaned with desire and frustration. My inner
thighs were becoming slick with precum and my trapped womanhood (womanhood?)
was on the edge of spewing love juice all over my ass. My body was in
turmoil. One of my breasts (breasts?) was being sucked and kissed tenderly
while the other was being pinched cruelly.
Moving her lips from my engorged nipple to my ear, Mistress kissed wetly
and whispered obscenities to me. Among other things, she told me what a good
cocksucker I was and how happy she was that I was going to be her fuck toy.
She said she wanted to dress me up and introduce me to her friends as her
bitch and perhaps let them have their way with me. This talk enflamed me and
I begged for her permission to cum.
Finally with a nod and a knowing smile I was given the OK to empty my
aching balls. I rubbed my puss frantically, squeezed my thighs tighter and
bucked my hips in an effort to add more friction to my throbbing clit. Within
seconds I was rewarded with the most intense orgasm off my life. I could feel
the hot ropey cum jetting between my ass cheeks as my clit jerked
spasmodically. I guess the combination of to much booze, the forced celibacy
and then topped with an earth shattering climax was an overload to my system
and I passed out.
I don't know how long I was out but when I revived some time later I was
alone in bed and suffering from a mild hangover. My panties were down around
my ankles and my groin was crusted with dried cum. Arranging my privates as
Jennifer had instructed, I pulled up the soiled garment and went in search of
my Mistress. I discovered her in the den wearing a shear black peignoir and
high heel mules, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. The d****s were
open and bright sunlight streamed into the room. The cool waters of a
swimming pool beckoned in the background.
"It's about time you got up, you lazy slut," she growled. I've got better
things to do today than sit around waiting for you. Get cleaned up and get
the fuck out of here. I just took a bath and the water may still be warm." I
agreed meekly and crawled off to the bathroom.
The dirty water was luke warm and smelled flowery. As I lay soaking in the
tub contemplating my situation and the events that transpired the previous
night, I burned with humiliation. Scrubbing away the dried cum, my cock began
to harden and I lusted for more of my Mistresses abuse. I realized that I was
putty in her hands and didn't know what I craved more, the sex or the
humiliating domination. I came (there's that word again) to the conclusion
that it was both, but in the reverse order. I was jolted out of my reverie by
Jen telling me to speed it up and to wash out her undies and hang them on the
towel bar to dry. Her undies? Was she taking them away from me? Granted they
were hers but I had come to enjoy the feel of the mesh against my glans.
Well, I'd just have to get my own. With that final thought I quickly finished
my ablutions, dried off and padded naked back to the den.
I found it quite difficult to remain tucked without the panties while
walking. However by taking short mincing steps I was able to present myself
to Mistress in the required manner. I was definitely going to buy my own
panties if I was to continue as her bitch. Jen examined me with a critical
eye, smiled and nodded her head approvingly.
"Here put this on" she said, handing me a gold filigree waist chain with the
name "VANESSA" suspended from it.
Wrapping the chain around my waist and fastening the clasp, I inquired
softly, Why Vanessa, Mistress."
Mistress replied "That's the name of my previous bitch. I caught her
sucking some dudes cock without my permission, gave her to a friend of mine
and kept the chain. The friend owns a dog kennel so the cocks she sucks now
have fur around them. He does put socks on the dogs paws before he lets them
fuck her. She
costarred in a movie titled Rover Gets Laid. She truly is a bitch now in
every sense of the word. Anyway, you need a femme name and I like that one.
Now I'm going to epoxy the clasp so you don't accidentally lose it." So
saying Mistress did just that thus preventing me from removing it.
"Now get dressed."
I quickly pulled on my jeans and buttonless shirt. I was hunting for my
socks when Mistress informed me that she had thrown them out and handed me a
pair of knee high nylons.
"Wear these" she demanded. "You're not to wear socks again.... Ever! Oh,
and you can't wear that shirt without buttons, here's a pretty blouse and a
sports bra to put on under it. Ladies should not go braless in public. I
expect you to purchase several of your own in the very near future."
Of course the bra was black and the blouse was white and almost shear. It
had short puffy sleeves and a scoop neck line with little pink roses
embroidered around it. The whole effect was for maximum embarrassment and it
achieved the goal.
Not only was I blushing again but my cock was becoming uncomfortably hard.
At least last night I had the lame excuse of to much alcohol. Not so this
morning. I was doing this because I wanted to. Indeed I was compelled to.
Handing me a piece of paper and a pen, Mistress ordered me to jot down my
phone number and if I had net access, my web address. I complied readily.
Jennifer then stuffed a mid size purse under my arm explaining that it
contained my car keys, wallet and a few other things I might need.
"When you get back to your car go inside the bar and wait for a phone call
from me," she further ordered as I was guided to the door. At the door J
placed her hands on my shoulders, leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the
lips. Pressing downward she murmured, "How about one more suck before you
leave, lover." I dropped immediately to my knees and when she parted her
gown, took her fat black sausage into my mouth and started giving her a blow
job to remember. Just as she started to tremble, indicating to me that she
was about to cum, Mistress withdrew from my mouth and shot her seed all over
my face. Spurt after spurt of hot ropey cum coated my hair, eyes, cheeks and
chin. I tried in vain to capture some in my eager mouth but was unsuccessful.
My vision was blurred in one eye because of the slime and some was rolling
off my chin onto my pretty blouse. Raising my hand to remove the sticky goo,
Mistress halted me and said, "It's a nice warm day, leave it on and let it
dry so you"ll have something to remember me by.
Helping me to my feet, Mistress opened the door and ushered me out,
informing me that she'd be in touch. Standing on her door step, I heard the
door close and lock behind me. With trepidation I began my Journey
home.........
Fortunately it was relatively early in the morning and foot traffic was
light. I traveled the two blocks back to the club in record time with only an
occasional raised eyebrow from people I met. I could feel the cum drying on
my face as I minced onward, wanting only for this excruciatingly embarrassing
ordeal to be over. The humiliation that I was being subjected to, caused my
cock to harden, forcing me to realize what a sissy slut I was becoming.
It was fifteen minutes to nine when I arrived at my destination and saw
that it didn't open for business until nine. I waited impatiently by the door
suffering the bemused looks of people passing by when Melanie arrived to open
the place up. She was dressed normally (as a guy), was missing the makeup
that she had worn the previous night and looked quite sexy to me. Shit! Now
I'm checking out guys and deciding if they're sexy or not. Next I'll probably
be gazing at their crotches trying to figure how well they're equipped. I did
in fact notice that Melanie was sporting a large package. With a huge grin
she opened the door and with an exaggerated flourish of her arm bid me to
enter. My face was covered with dried cum, I was wearing a flowered blouse
with an obvious bra underneath and I carried a purse under my arm. Once again
I was burning with shame.
" Well hello again" she said, in her sultry voice. "I remember you from last
night, you were with Jen. Come right in young lady. If that's what I think it
is on your face, I'd guess that Jennifer is going to make you her bitch.
That's her way of marking her territory."
Mumbling a greeting, I pushed past Melanie and went directly to the ladies
room where I scrubbed the dried cum from my face.
Returning to the bar I ordered coffee from Melanie and went to the booth
that Jen and I had occupied the previous evening. I was the only customer
(Thankfully) so I decided to inventory the contents of my purse while waiting
for the phone call and the coffee. Emptying the bag onto the table this is
what I discovered: wallet, keys, compact, lipstick, eye shadow, eye liner,
blush, mascara, press on nails, nail lacquer, a tampon, two condoms and a
small butt plug. The plug was about four or five inches long, tapered and no
more than an inch at its widest. At the sight of the plug my rosette began to
tingle and my cock to harden.
Just then Mel arrived with my coffee, set it down in a clear space and slid
into the booth. Surveying the treasures that were laid out, with a lascivious
smile she plucked up the plug and examined it closely.
"Oh, what a cute little toy" she exclaimed, while stroking it meaningfully.
Has your Mistress used it in your pussie yet?
"No. Not yet" I stammered, truly uncomfortable with the attention and
question.
"Well, honey you got a really nice ass, so I'm sure Jen will be stuffing it
soon enough and it'll be with more than this." As it turned out, it was a lot
sooner than I imagined.
I was relieved when two other customers entered and Melanie returned to the
bar to wait on them. It was almost an hour, more like an eternity, when
Melanie stated loudly that there was a phone call for Vanessa. By this time
there were several people s**ttered throughout and all eyes were riveted on
me as I approached the bar. Melanie handed me the phone and remained to
eavesdrop on my conversation. What a bitch!
As near as Jennifer and I can remember the following is what transpired:
Vanessa:.."Hello."
Jen:.."Hello, what?"
Vanessa:.."Hello Mistress."
Jen:.."Thats better. Have you looked in your purse yet?"
Vanessa:.."Yes Ma'am."
Jen:.."Good. There are three things that you must do before you have my
permission to go home. Do you understand that, bitch?"
Vanessa:.."Yes Ma'am."
Jen:.."First, you are to sit at the bar and apply the makeup that's in
your hand bag. I know it wont look that good but it's time that you learn.
Ask Mel to help you if needed. Second, when you are finished you are to buy a
round of drinks for the house. Third, you are to take the butt plug to the
ladies room and insert it in your cunt. Leave your purse at the bar so that
everyone can see what you're carrying. If you do these things I'll know that
you are serious about becoming my bitch and will E-mail you more instructions
this afternoon. Now, I want to talk to Melanie."
Blushing deeply once again, I handed the phone to that smirking bitch
Melanie. Ask her for help I thought, not in this fucking life time. Accepting
the phone, Mel turned her back and carried on a hushed conversation with my
Mistress. Oh, oh. Better be careful I thought, the bitch is probably
reporting back to Jennifer.
With the aid of the little mirror in the compact, I spent the next
forty-five minutes trying to apply the makeup in the dim lighting as best I
could and ignore the stares and grins of the other patrons. As my appearance
began to look more and more feminine my cock got harder and harder. One guy
asked me to dance and another wanted me to go to his place and party. I
secretly thrilled that I was having this kind of effect on other people but
graciously declined in a feminine falsetto.
With the first task completed I ordered drinks for everyone, which of
course brought more attention to me. Suffering through a multitude of "thank
you's" and introducing myself as "Vanessa" when appropriate I wiggled my way
to the ladies room. Butt plug in hand [and against orders, my purse], I
received more then one pat on the tush before I reached my goal.
Once in the stall, I dropped my drawers and sat down on the stool. After
spitting on the plug I placed the smooth plastic against my rosette and
pushed inward with a slow steady pressure. The pain was intense as the
pliable plug stretched my anus and I had to stop and try to relax several
times before the widest part slid past my pucker ring. As the pain abated I
began to frig myself slowly with the plug creating a sensual feeling that I
can't describe. Letting go of the plug I started fisting my throbbing meat
while my other hand had snaked under my blouse, pushed up my bra and began to
pinch my nipples. I was so absorbed in gratifying myself that I never heard
someone enter the restroom and was completely shocked when the stall door
flew open and there stood Melanie.
"Having fun, slut? Your new Mistress asked me to check to make sure that
you'd filled your cunt as she instructed. Sorry to interrupt your play time."
The question didn't really require an answer so I sat with down cast eyes,
deeply ashamed at being discovered.
Melanie then ordered me to standup and turn around. I did so and
immediately felt her fingers delve into the crack of my ass, grasp the plug
and partially withdraw it. At the same time she had reached around with her
other hand and was massaging my cock. I whimpered softly and leaned back
against her succumbing to the desires that were coursing through my body.
When she had me suitable aroused, she turned me back around, placed her hands
on my shoulders and pressed me back onto the stool.
"You and I both know what you want honey," she said. "DO IT."
I was powerless to do anything but what I did next. Sitting on the commode
my eyes were at the same level as her crotch and I reached out with trembling
hands to the waist band of her slacks. I unhooked her belt, undid the snap
and slowly lowered the zipper. Lowering the zip my hand caressed her hard
cock and I could feel the heat emanating from it. Saliva flooded my mouth in
preparation of taking Melanie's love machine into my throat. I lowered her
trousers to knee level and revealed her ruffled, satin tap panties and thigh
high nylons. The head of her eight inch cock was above the panties waist band
and a pearl of precum glistened at her piss slit.
I didn't hesitate. With one hand I wantonly rubbed her cock through the
smooth satin garment and with the other I stroked the inside of her nylon
covered inner thigh, inching slowly ever closer to her hairy balls. Gazing
intently into my eyes, Melanie smiled, placed her hand gently on my head and
drew me towards greater servitude. As my face was drawn towards her cock, I
tugged downward on her panties and released the hairy b**st so that I could
envelop it with my hot wet mouth. Moaning with desire, and with my face
bobbing on her hardness, I opened my throat and caressed more of her prick
with each stroke. When her pubes tickled my nose I stopped rubbing her balls
and began to press my finger gently into her love tunnel. I had penetrated to
the second knuckle when she suddenly stiffened and started spewing molten
jizz into my throat. I struggled to disengage so that I could savor and taste
it in my mouth but my efforts were in vain. When she was totally spent she
withdrew her softening member and wiped the residue on my forehead and
cheeks.
Once again my face was cum coated but for some reason I didn't care, I was
still painfully hard and in need of relief. It suddenly became obvious to me
that I had been broken. Through constant humiliation and subjugation, I was
actually a submissive slut and was so sexually charged that I was helpless.
In a fit of mad lust I grabbed my hot meat and pumped frantically. While
pumping my cock, I was clenching and unclenching my cunt, trying to draw the
plug deeper into my bowels. When it rubbed against my prostate, a bolt of
electricity shot through me and I shot my hot load onto my chest and stomach.
In a sexual stupor I gazed at the white, ropey strings that streaked my upper
body as Melanie reached forward and scooped it up with her fingers.
"Eat this" she said, holding my head and force feeding me my sill warm
seed. A heat rush flashed through my body and my softening cock spewed again.
"You like that don't you bitch? From now on you have two Mistress's. It'll be
our secret because you really don't want Jennifer to find out. You might end
up at the doggy farm with your namesake. I have a video of her and I'll show
it to you when you come to service me."
Licking the warm jizzim from her fingers I looked into her eyes and nodded,
YES !.................
As I sat there on the pot with my dick in my hand, and cum on my face,
Melanie stuffed her cock back in her pants, winked and left me to my own
devices. I was exhausted. I gathered myself together as best I could, exited
the stall, went to the sink and cleaned myself up. Yet again I was removing a
mans seed from my face and I burned with humiliation. Repairing my makeup, I
thought to my self "Fuck these people. I'm walkin out of this joint with my
head held high. I'm not going to be intimidated or subjugated by that cunt
Melanie." I stuffed my bra with TP until I had a decent set of teats and
marched out of the ladies room. All eyes were on me when I entered the bar,
but I looked neither left nor right as I minced my way towards the exit.
Acutely aware of the plug that I was clenching tightly in my ass, I thrust
out my chest to give the boys a show and secretly thrilled at what affect I
thought I was having. Especially with that bitch Melanie. I decided then and
there to tell my Mistress what had taken place in the ladies room. Fuck her!
Finally. After almost twenty-four hours, I was on my way home. The drive
was pretty much uneventful, except for a few weird looks at stop lights, but
after what I had been through it never fazed me. Actually the next problem I
faced was when I arrived home. Parking the car and entering my home, I would
be exposed to the neighbors, subjecting me to there scrutiny and possibly
more humiliation. With a see through blouse, wearing a black bra stuffed with
toilet paper and my face made-up like a tarts, I was sure that I would be
spotted by someone. My previous bravado left me and again I was reduced to
abject humiliation. Would this never end?
I cruised by my place and circled the block to ensure there was nobody
about. Seeing no one I pulled into the driveway and pressed the button on the
garage door opener. As the door raised, I congratulated myself for finally
making room for my car, and I pulled right in. This would be relatively
painless....... Wrong. The house key was missing from my key ring. Jennifer
must have lifted it this morning. There was a backup in a flower pot by the
front door, but I'd have to leave the protection of the garage and go through
the front door. As I fumbled with the spare key, frantically trying to get in
the door, I was horrified to see the gal who lives next door backing out her
drive. Her name is Jill and she is best friends with my sister. She looked at
me and did a double take, her jaw dropping and her eyes growing big as
saucers. Scrambling through the door out of her sight, I had no doubts that
she had seen me. Shit! Shit! Shit! How could I ever face that woman again? Or
worse yet, what if she tells my sister? I wanted to crawl into a hole and
die, I was so humiliated.
I needed a drink. Turing towards the kitchen I saw a package and an
envelope setting on the foyer table. I dropped my purse, snatched up the
envelope and tore it open. It was addressed to "BITCH" and it read:
Bitch,
In the box you will find your new breast forms and some other goodies. I
strongly suggest that you make use of the depilatory, it will
make it so much easier to remove your new tits when I decide it's time. I'll
be by later tonight to start your training. I have my own key, as you know
and will let myself in.....J
I removed the lid with trembling fingers and gazed upon the most beautiful
set of tits that I have ever seen. Holding them against my chest, I started
getting wet. They were pear shaped, about a C cup with large dark aureoles
and protruding nipples. I started to harden in anticipation of wearing them.
Along with the forms was spray adhesive, liquid latex, body makeup and hair
depilatory.
Heeding Jennifer's suggestion, I went to the bathroom shedding my clothing
as I went. Standing in front of the full length mirror, I coated my chest and
legs with the hair remover and tried to imagine what I would look like with
breasts. There was only one way to find out and as my skin began to tingle I
stepped into the warm shower with my razor, soap and wash cloth. With the
warm water cascading over my body and the assist from the wash cloth I
watched in abject sorrow as my masculinity washed down the drain. I had
reached the point of no return.... and crossed it, not without some sadness.
Tears were rolling down my face and I sobbed quietly continuing with the
razor on areas that I missed. My underarms, what I now thought of as my
pussie and my pubic area was soon satin smooth. I left a small hart shape
patch of curls above my clit as Jennifer had done with hers. I wanted to
remove my anal tormentor, but realized that Jen would probably check me when
she arrived and I was afraid that it would piss her off if it wasn't there.
Finished in the shower I ran my bath with the lavender scented crystals and
as the tub was filling, I quickly checked voice and E-mail to see if there
was anything from Mistress. No joy! Oh well, back to my tub. As I slid into
the hot bubbly water, hi-ball in hand, I was again acutely aware of the
intruder in my cunt. Actually the combination of warm scented water, cocktail
and the full feeling in my bowels was quite sensuous. I laid there and
languidly stroked my engorged meat, trying to think of what to do next. Well,
first things first. Turning back was not an option. Not knowing what
Jennifer was expecting, when she arrived, I decided to make myself as
feminine as I possibly could. With proper makeup, my new breasts and my hair
rearranged, "Vanessa" would greet her. I was now fully committed and would
surrender myself to her.
The very, very first thing was attaching my new boobies. Mmmmm. Next would
be press on nails and polish. Toe nails to match. Then makeup and clothes.
Clothes? I haven't any fucking cloths! I can't go to her in jockey shorts.
She'll humiliate me. Then I remembered that my ex had left a somewhat large
box and two smaller ones behind. Telling me to get rid of them, I of course
didn't. They were in the spare room. Maybe, just maybe....?
Jumping from the tepid tub I scrambled frantically to the spare room, ever
aware of the hard shaft embedded in my love tunnel. My clit started to harden
when I opened the first box and discovered a peach thong & bra set, on the
very top. I'm saved, I thought. With barely a pause, I tore open the other
two boxes, discovering shoes in one ; ) and skirts, tops, sweaters, and
dresses in the other.
What incredible luck. The ex and I are close enough to the same size that
I'm sure I could squeeze into her clothing. At least until I could get some
of my own in the proper sizes. Tonight I'm going with the bare minimum. Black
pumps with a three inch heel (I'm going to have to learn how to walk in them)
and the peach thong. The thong will keep my cock tucked back and also apply
constant pressure on my plug. I'll wear a condom to. It'll keep me from
spotting my panties. And so, my feminization begins in earnest.
Two hours later I was standing in front of the full length mirror admiring
myself. Gazing back at me was a rather good looking blonde girl in high heel
pumps, peach colored thong, a gold waist chain and a magnificent bust. I had
made good use of the liquid latex by blending in the edges of the breast
forms and with the aid of the makeup you couldn't tell that they weren't
real. I gave my torso a little shake and watched my breasts jiggle
provocatively. I had also applied the latex over my eyebrows, blended them in
with makeup and penciled in new higher arched brows. My clit started to
tingle and I could actually feel the precum oozing towards my piss slit.
Thankfully, I was wearing a rubber and my new found panties kept me tucked
out of site between my ass cheeks.
Time to check for She-mail from my Mistress. My unfettered breasts swayed
seductively and my high heels clicked loudly as I minced my way across the
hardwood floor to my office. Sitting down in front of the computer I was
again reminded of the object buried deep in my cunt. I discovered that typing
was a problem with my long painted nails but knew that I had better become
accustomed to it, as I would walking in high heels. Logging on, I was again
disappointed to discover that there were no messages and began shopping
online for my new wardrobe. Looking only for styles and ideas because I
didn't know my sizes yet, I was soon in a euphoric state, oblivious to my
surroundings
The first inclination I had that my goddess had arrived was the staccato
click of her high heels as she strode confidently in to the room. I struggled
out of my chair dropped to my knees and kissed her feet to demonstrate my
total submission.
"You may rise," she said haughtily and inspected me as I arose. She still
towered over despite my standing at attention in my new high heels. Mistress
Jennifer was absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a knee length, side slit
white calfskin skirt and a white sleeved cotton blouse. A wide black patent
leather belt circled her waist. That she was braless was obvious because her
erect nipples could be seen through the thin material. Her black silky hair
was pulled back in a sever bun, giving her the look of a dominatrix. Her feet
were adorned with high heeled lace up sandals and her legs were encased in
dark seamed nylons.
"My little white bitch has fixed herself up quite nicely" Jen said with a
smile as she began a slow walk around me. "Nice panties. My little closet
queen must have a secret stash. Good girl." Pausing behind me, she hooked her
fingers into my thong and drew them down to my knees. Gripping the plug with
her fingers she twisted and withdrew it ever so slowly. When the widest part
had been drawn past my sphincter she then pushed it back in cruelly. I
staggered from the force and would have gone to my knees had Mistress not
grabbed me by the hair and held me up. I was amazed and somewhat frightened
by her strength. The pain was excruciating and I had to fight back tears.
"I do believe that my sissy bitch is ready for a larger one," Mistress
said. I want your pussie stretched because I wont be using any lube when I
take your cherry. Be a good girl and go out to my car and get the box of
training aids I have in the trunk."
"But Mistress" I whined, "I can't go outside naked, the neighbors might see
me."
Jennifer told me not to be silly, it was dark outside and the hour was
late, nobody would be around. Resignedly I took her keys, went to the front
door and peeked out. Not seeing anyone I minced down the steps to her car, my
boobs bouncing provocatively. When I opened the trunk the light came on and
at the same time Mistress through the switch for the front porch light. I
stood frozen like a doe trapped in the headlights of a car, completely naked
but for my heels and golden chain. Quickly recovering I seized the package
and darted for the sanctuary of the house. Clutching the box to my breasts
trying to cover my nakedness as I scurried along, I saw the d****s in Jill's
living room part and I could discern Jill framed in the window. That she had
seen me, I had no doubt, for once again she had that wide eyed surprised look
on her face. Caught again!
After what seemed an eternity, I reached the safety of the foyer and
collapsed sobbing hysterically at Jennifer's feet. Retrieving the container,
Mistress stepped over me and said, "Come."
After regaining some composure I followed her into the living room where
she had dumped the "training aids" onto the coffee table. She was holding a
pair of platform shoes that had impossibly high heels (six inches was my
guess) wide ankle straps with twin buckles that could accommodate a small
padlock. The sight of the sexy shoes coupled with my latest humiliation
caused my cock to stir. Wordlessly, but with a throaty chuckle she handed
them to me and I sat submissively to put them on. Once my new heels were
strapped on Jen handed me a three inch wide studded collar with a D ring and
an embossed tag that said "BITCH." This also had twin buckles and a lock
hasp. After putting on my collar Mistress motioned me to stand. With my
leaking cock tucked between my thighs I stood teetering before her and waited
for more debasement.
"Show mama what you got baby. Strut your stuff," Jen ordered. Put a little
swing in that cute little ass of yours, I want to see what a sissy slut
you've become in such a short time. Your going to be my little white cock
sucker
I wobbled around the floor trying to look sexy but it was impossible due to
the ultra high heels. The collar didn't help either, I couldn't see my feet.
Jen laughed the whole time, asking me what kind of sissy slut I was that I
couldn't walk in "come fuck me shoes" and that I'd have plenty of time to get
used to them. She then stopped me, handed me the little locks and said "Do it
bitch." I inserted the locks into the hasps on the shoes and slave collar,
locked them and then experienced what I would call a spontaneous orgasm.
Without touching myself, I erupted with the most intense ejaculation that
I've ever had. All I can say is that it must have been the subconscious
thought of what I was committing myself to and the humiliation that I was
being subjected to. Jennifer saw what was happening and grabbed me by the arm
to steady me as my body was racked with spasm after spasm. I clenched my
sphincter tightly around the plug imbedded in my ass and moaned loudly as I
sent jet after jet of hot milky cum into the condom. Finally Jen released me
and I fell totally spent to the floor at her feet.
"You worthless whore" she screamed. "How dare you cum without my
permission. Take me to your bedroom bitch, it's time for a little lesson in
deportment."
Once in the bed room she ordered me to empty my closet and dresser of all
clothes and dump them in the middle of the floor. When I had completed this
she instructed me to lay down on my back on the pile of clothing while she
removed her skirt. Straddling my head and facing towards my feet she reached
back spread her cheeks and began lowering her large ebony ass towards my
face. A string was protruding from her pucker ring and I knew instinctively
what was required of me. Nuzzling her rosette I griped the string in my teeth
and felt her raise slightly and a cum coated tampon slipped out and fell on
my chin.
"My boyfriend fucked me just before I came over her and he left a treat for
you in my cunt. Rim me bitch."
Jenn lowered her immense sweat covered ebony ass to my face and rode my
tongue mercilessly. As I lapped up her boyfriends cum I stroked her cock
trying to get her to orgasm before I suffocated. Unbelievably my cock was
hard again and I longed for her to touch it but that was not to be. After
what seemed like hours I felt her stiffen and felt her cumming on stomach as
she ground her rose bud into my sucking lips. At that time she removed the
cum filled rubber from my cock turned around and emptied it in to my waiting
mouth. As I laid there exhausted, Jennifer stood, pointed her now flaccid
cock at me and said "Let me clean some of that cum off of you." She then
proceeded to piss in my face and on my stomach washing away the goo with a
hot stream of salty urine.
"Don't you ever, ever cum without my permission. If it happens again you
will be fitted with a chastity device" she said angrily and then stormed out
of the room. I lay on the pile of clothes covered with drying cum and urine
and wondered how much more she would humiliate and degrade me as she
transformed me into her willing bitch.
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