A new Dawn arising

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A new Dawn arisingChapter 1The 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 herselfaloud. “I shall call you Dawn. I think it’s appropriate because you are at the dawn of a new way of life.”Another belt was strapped around my waist. It had a number of loops. Mymistress 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 cleaning jobs. I’ll inspect all the areas and if they’re not satisfactory your ass is mine, literally.”She showed me where all the cleaning things were and gave me a simple menu to prepare. It looked to be enough to serve four or five people.Mistress Lynn had returned to the living room to watch TV. After about an hour of steady work, I was summoned to the living room.She had removed her boots and was relaxing.”My feet are really sore, be a honey and massage them for me,” she said.I took her foot into my hands and began massaging her small stockingedfeet. I worked on each toe, her ankles and her arches. I repeated theprocess on the other foot.”Now my calves,” she commanded.I slid my hands up her calves and kneaded the firm flesh.When I looked up, I found my self staring directly between her outspreadthighs. It was like being offered a glimpse of heaven. My mistress caughtme staring. She used her free foot to kick me back onto the floor.”Eat your heart out bitch,” she laughed. “I may give you a sniff of mypussy later. But first, you have to prove yourself to me. Get your ass back to work”I returned to my chores.She, once again, called me back.”Dawn darling, squat down in front of me. Here, hold my ashtray in one hand and my drink in the other. I’m tired of reaching to the table,” sheordered.I complied immediately, not knowing the torture she had in store for me.While I was squatting and my hands were full, she would run one of hernylon-covered legs under the skirt, up the inside of my thighs and work her toes in my crotch.I knew I couldn’t take too much of that and keep my balance. She wouldpause long enough to use the ashtray or take a drink and then begin thetorture again.”Don’t spill anything or you’ll be punished severely,” she warned as a foot wormed itself inside in elastic leg bands of the panties and rubbed myswollen, throbbing member.I was helpless against her advances. The ankle restraints kept me fromspreading my feet so I could keep my knees together. So, I was forced tospread my knees in order to keep my balance.She had me where she wanted me under her total control.Finally, I could not keep my balance and fell on my petticoat-covered ass, spilling her drink in the process.”Clumsy bitch,” she proclaimed. “You screwed up and spilled my drink andsoaked my carpet. It’s only fitting that you get screwed as yourpunishment. Your virgin cunt is mine now slut!”She commanded me to clean up my mess and return to the bedroom.I cleaned up the spilled drink and hurried quickly to the bedroom. Mistress Lynn was awaiting my clumsy arrival.She roughly pushed me onto the bed. I watched her disconnect the clips from each other, momentarily freeing my hands.But not for long.Mistress Lynn quickly secured new clips from the corners of the bed to the basic restraints. She repeated the same procedure with my ankles. Mymistress then stepped back to view her spread-eagled slave.”It’s useless to fight your restraints. I’m going to remove your gag soon so that I can hear your cries of pleasure when you surrender yourvirginity. For your own good Dawn, be a good little girl and do as yourtold,” she said.All I could do was humbly nod my agreement. Mistress Lynn then kneltbetween my spread legs and smiled wickedly.As I looked up at her, I could see my reflection in the ceiling mirror.She, instead of me, was truly in the dominant position and was about to do things to me that I only fantasized I would do with another woman.Her hands reached down and slowly lifted my skirt and petticoat up my legs,exposing my crotch to her view. She spread the skirt and petticoat backacross my chest and then began running her hands over my thighs.Occasionally her hand would brush over my love-juice soaked panties.I had been brought to the peak of excitement so many times that my panties were literally sopping wet with pre-cum fluid.”The hotter you get a virgin the more receptive her cunt becomes,”whispered the domina. “You’re one hot little piece.”It’s time to remove your gag. Soon you’ll be begging me to **** your cunt and I want to hear every scream,” Mistress Lynn stated.She then untied the gag and removed the dildo from between my teeth. I was once again able to move my jaw and I felt that I should thank my mistress. But, I remembered her rules about speaking. So I remained silent.She held the rubber cock poised in front of my face, barely an inch from my lips.”Let’s see if you can get my prick wet enough to enter your hot pussy. Open your mouth and suck my cock,” she commanded.I slowly opened my mouth and she slid the cock slowly in-and-out of mypursed lips.She remarked that I had a real blowjob lips and would probably be the hit of any party.”You’ve got the sucking part down real well. You need some practice withyour tongue. We’ll work on that later,” she scolded.The dildo was slowly removed from my mouth and I was surprised at thepopping sound it made as she pulled it from between my lips.The mistress then returned to her teasing. This time she ran the cock along the inside of my legs and across my crotch.My nerves were in a frenzy.My cock/clit wanted to burst. My chest swelled and low moans escaped from my lips.The more I moaned the more she teased. Suddenly, she stopped and climbed off the bed.My body immediately began to arch against the restraints. “Please don’t stop,” my brain screamed.My reflexes echoed my thoughts. I had become putty in her hands.Chapter 2The Deflowering”Lift your cute little ass in the air,” she commanded as she stoodmenacingly over the bed, her feet spread slightly apart.I lifted my but up as a sacrifice to her, offering my crotch to her to with it as she willed.This, I knew was my ultimate surrender.It meant more than any words I could utter.My mistress slid a pillow under my ass cheeks and remarked that my clit was really swollen.”You look like you would like to cum. Is that true Dawn,” she asked.”Oh yes, Mistress Lynn,” I replied.”Yes, what?””Yes, mistress, I would like to cum.””Why?””Mistress Lynn, I’m so hot. My cock is about to explode.””But, you don’t have a cock,” she scolded me. You must be talking aboutyour clitty””Yes mistress. My clitty is about to explode.””Explode where?””In my underwear.””Where?””Into the panties.””Whose panties?””My panties.””So!””Please!””Please what?””Please mistress, let me cum.””Say that Dawn’s pussy is on fire and she wants to cum.””Please mistress! Dawn’s pussy is one fire and she wants to cum.””Who is Dawn?””Dawn is your slave.””Who is Dawn?””I am Dawn, my mistress.””What is Dawn?””Dawn is your slave, Mistress Lynn.””Is Dawn my little panty slave?””Yes.””Yes, what?””Yes mistress, Dawn is your little panty slave and she wants … no needs… to cum, please!”My mistress’s face took on a stern expression again.I knew immediately I had done something wrong.The smack across my face proved it.”Dawn, when will you realize that what you want is of no concern to me? You are going to lose your cherry today because it is my wish, not yours,” she explained. “Now that you have irritated me, I have decided that you willnot cum. I will still fuck your virgin hole until you scream for release. Iwill tease your clit until your senses reel. But, I will not allow you to cum. Do you understand?””Yes, Mistress,” I replied.She walked to her closet and brought some things to the side of the bed and laid them out within her reach.”White is for virgins. There’s no need for virgin-white panties to coveryour quivering slut cunt,” she said as she took a pair of scissors and cut the panties at each side. She pulled the panties out from under my asschecks and pressed them against my mouth and nose.”Smell and taste your juices, bitch.” Suck those juices from your panties crotch.”Of course, I obeyed, sucking in the juices from the panties. They weresoaked with pre-come fluid.Next, she picked up a long wooden bar that had straps attached at each end.”This is a spreader bar,” she said. “This will help keep you spread wide so that I have a clear, open shot at your hole. It will keep your legs as far apart as I want for as long as I want.”Mistress Lynn attached one end of the bar midway up one thigh. She thenfreed the opposite ankle from its restraint and began spreading my legsapart. I thought I would split before I was spread far enough for her toattach the other end of the spreader to my thigh. The bar forced my asseven higher, as I was rocked further onto my back.I also began to realize that I had only one hole that could be penetrated.Mistress Lynn was right it surely was my virgin hole.She must have noticed my fear and concern because she began torturing mewith those magical hands of hers.”Your clit is so swollen Dawn. But, your pussy is still not wet enough for me to ram my cock into. Let me give it some help,” she offered.She held up the jar of Vaseline I had brought and unscrewed the top.My mistress then spread a small amount of it onto her hands and beganspreading it between my upturned ass cheeks. She wormed an oiled fingerinto my hole and began wriggling it around inside.My muscles locked on that finger and a moan of pain and pleasure escaped my lips. She used her other hand to play with my throbbing cock, slowly bringing me rapidly to the brink of an orgasm.Mistress Lynn held me at the plateau for what seemed to be forever.She would stop her fondling at just the right instant or would remove her finger whenever she noticed my ass start to sway or try to press againsther 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 aroundthe dildo that had spent so much time in my mouth was attached to the harness.I just knew that cock would split my virgin hole open.”Do you really want to cum Dawn? How badly do you want to cum?””Oh, mistress. Please let me cum. I’ll do anything! Anything!”She crawled back onto the bed. She moved between my spread thighs until her knees touched the spreader bar. The cock was perched barely inches from its target.To my surprise, she lifted herself up and squatted on my chest.The cock now rested against my cheeks, brushing across my lips whenever she moved.”Would you like to have my cock, Dawn?””Yes, Mistress Lynn.””Yes, What?””Please let me have your cock.””How would my little slut like to have it.””Any way you desire, mistress.””Would you like to lick it?””If would please you, my mistress.””Maybe you would rather suck it?””Please mistress, let me suck it.””Would you like me to screw your tight little hole?””Please fuck me with it. Please let me have your cock!She teasingly brushed her shaft against my chin and across my cheeks. Ifound myself reflexively licking my lips and pursing them in anticipation. What a slut I was becoming!Mistress Lynn began lowering the latex penis between my lips.She totally controlled the action. She would sometimes pull out and slip just the head between my lips, then suddenly forcing its entire length backinto my mouth.”See, I told you that you would get better with practice. You’re becoming a real cock sucker,” she giggled. “Let’s see how well you can do with your tongue.”Her cock retreated from my mouth and placed it barely between my lips.”Use your tongue, Dawn,” she commanded.I stretched out my tongue as far as it would reach and began to lick thehead of the shaft.Mistress Lynn then slapped my face with her cock, forced it between mylips, pulled it out, made me lick it and slapped me again.”I can be a cock teaser too,” my mistress said.All of this excitement was bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.She probed my hole again. This time she slipped in at least three fingers.I began crying for relief.”Actually, Dawn, you’re still not ready. Your tight little hole still needs loosened some more before you can handle me.”The mistress used a small vibrator to warm me up.”They call this the ultimate squirmy, Dawn. You’ll just love how it squirms and rotates in your pussy just like a real cock.”She rubbed some lotion on it and slowly worked it into my hole.I gasped as she slid it deeply into me. The gasp was replaced with moans of pleasure when she turned on the vibrator and started working it in and out, readying my hole for her ever-erect cock.”Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmm!” My moans gave me away.She knew I was ready.So did I.My legs were high in the air.The spreader bar offered my mistress unimpeded entry.I watched her oil her cock and then rub more in and around my hole. Thetime had arrived.She shifted position and began lowering herself on top of me. One of herhands slowly guided the instrument of my deflowering to its awaitingsheath. The other hand covered my mouth.I swallowed hard … took a deep breath … closed my eyes and offeredmyself up to her, straining my ass up to meet her.The blunt end of the dildo began to force its way past my tightly clenched anal opening.Her hand over my mouth forced the screams of my **** back down my throat. Ever so slowly, the dildo entered my hole.”Aaarrrggghhh!” I had to gasp for breath with every movement she made. As my muscles began to relax, the pain began to subside and waves of pleasure began to wash over me.Once she had managed to bury the eight inches of latex cock deep in myhole, she stopped moving. I could feel her groin pressed against mine.She began to withdraw as slowly as she had entered me.”Relax, Dammit,” she yelled. Don’t tense those pussy muscles. Relax!”She removed her hand from my mouth.The hand now encircled my throbbing cock.Once again, she buried the dildo deep within me and slowly withdrew.”Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!,” I moaned absorbing the impact of her strokes.My mistress laughed in triumph. She roughly buried it again and started to slowly **** my virgin hole.As my insides stretched and adjusted to accept its intruder, a soothingwarmth began to spread through my veins.This wasn’t too bad after all. The sensations continued to grow from mildly stimulating to downright arousing.My ass started to sway in a rhythm trying to match her every thrust.Abruptly, she stopped her assault on my hole. She withdrew the cockhead and rested it against my rectum, poised and ready to invade again at her will.”Don’t stop, mistress. Please fuck me. My cunt is burning for you. Please shove your cock in and out of my pussy. Don’t stop, keep going,” I implored her.In response she penetrated me again and picked up the tempo of her thrusts.”Are you ready to cum, slut?””Oh yes, soon, very soon my mistress!””Beg!””Please, mistress, please!””Beg!””Please fuck me, mistress. Please make me cum. I’ll do anything.””Anything?””Yes, my mistress, anything!””Would you like me to play with your swollen clitty?” Her hand began topump my dick.”Oh, yes mistress, please! Please play with my clitty while you fuck myhole!”She stopped abruptly.”What do you want me to fuck,” she asked?”My hole, Mistress Lynn. Please fuck my virgin hole.””You mean you want me to fuck your pussy.””Yes, please! Please fuck me!””Fuck your what?””Please!””Fuck your what?””Pussy.””Whose Pussy?””My pussy.””That’s much better. Beg me for my cock, you whore!””Please! Please, Mistress Lynn. Fuck my pussy!””Is your pussy hot, Dawn?””Ohhh yessss!””How hot?””Very hot!””Talk dirty to me bitch. Tell me how hot you are. How badly you want it,”she commanded.”Ohhh … yes! Please fuck me my mistress. Fuck me long and hard. Your cockfeels so good in my steaming pussy, pounding my insides. **** my cunt.Please! Please! I beg you, my mistress. Please fuck my cunt!”My mistress seemed pleased. Her fingers snaked around my member. She slowlymassaged it up and down, first gently, then with almost reckless abandon.”You really do want my cock buried deep in your pussy, don’t you, you slut!You love the feel of my cock!””Yes my mistress. My cunt is on fire. Please stuff your prick deep into mycunt. It’s so big and swollen inside me. You’re tearing me apart with thatcock of yours,” I moaned.Whipped into a frenzy, my ass arched to meet my mistress’s every thrustinto 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 standit.”The feeling of fullness in my hole was soon replaced by the feeling offullness in my member. The pressure built and built.”Oh, my God. You’re fucking me crazy. Fuck me. Fuck my burning pussygoooood,” I moaned louder and louder.”That’s it Dawn, scream your lungs out, you little slut. You’re now goingto cum harder than you ever have before. It will be the most intense orgasmof your life. Above all remember your promise that you’d do anything if Imade you cum,” my mistress stated.”I remember. Please! Please! Let me cum, I’m going to explode.”My mistress buried the dick deeply into my bowels and pumped my member atthe same time.”I feel it coming! Don’t stop. I’m so close. Oh, yes. Oh, my God. Oh yes!Yes! Fuck faster! Faster! Ooohhh, I need it soon bad. Oh, Ooohhh Ahhhhh!I’m coming! Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!”The orgasm was so strong, so long and so intense that I don’t rememberscreaming 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 theFrench Maid outfit.A note was taped to my chest.After finding a lamp on the night stand, I began reading the note.”Welcome to womanhood, you hot little bitch. I’m sure your cunt and clitare both very sore from our little workout.I assure you it was nothing compared to what awaits you.There are fresh clothes laid out for you in the dressing room.Prepare yourself carefully after you take your scented bath and remove allyour hair. The only hair I want to see is the hair on your head. Be surethat all your cunt hairs are gone. There’s nothing sexier than a smoothcrotch.After you’ve dressed, secure the restraints to your wrist and ankles. I’lladjust them when I return.Don’t forget your promise to do “anything” if I would let you cum. You willpay for what you promised in the heat of your passion.By the way Dawn, you do take beautiful pictures. You looked so peacefulsleeping with your full lips wrapped around the dildo and a vibratorcrammed up your ass. I’m sure your “ex” would get a real charge out ofseeing them.The door is padlocked. I have taken your clothes and car to a friend’shouse.We will be back about 9:30 p.m. You had better be dressed and prepared toserve us.Remember, our wish is your command.Your mistressLynn”I painfully rolled over to check the clock. Every muscle ached. My holefelt as if a hot poker had been jammed into it. I groaned with everymovement. The light from the desk clock cast an eerie glow in the room. Inoticed that my slashed panties were balled-up next to me on the bed.The maid’s outfit was now hanging on a hook on the door.I ran my hands across my body. The corset was still cinched tightly. Itfelt like a second skin now. Each movement on the bed caused my stockingedlegs to brush together, once again awakening feelings of excitement.The spreader bar laid threateningly on the floor next to the bed — a vividreminder of my lost virginity.It was now 8:45 p.m. Only 45 minutes remained before my mistress returned.I found my way to the bathroom and drew my bath water. A bottle of scentedliquid sat on the sink. I emptied a capful into the tub and settled-in fora luxurious bath. A feeling of total relaxation enveloped me. A razor andhair removal creme caught my eye. Could I actually shave myself smooth? Howwould I be able to face people?The thought of experiencing the wrath of my mistress erased my doubts. Ibegan the task of making myself presentable for Mistress Lynn. Aftertoweling myself dry, I entered the dressing room. My evening attireawaited. It consisted of a scarlet red corset, falsies, black nylons, redpumps, red slip, red mini-dress and the red panties I had purchasedearlier. I handled each delicate article carefully. After hooking thecorset in place, I inserted the falsies. Their texture against my nippleseemed to keep them in a constant state of arousal.Next came the stockings. I carefully smoothed them up each leg and attachedthe garters. Stepping into the panties, I swooned with pleasure as thematerial rested against my clean shaven crotch.Dawn was, once again, taking over my personality. I began feeling like aschool girl getting ready for her first party.The red slip barely covered my ass cheeks. Next, I smoothed the red satinmini-dress in place over my sexy lingerie. A black wig of cascading curlstopped my head.I soon found myself posing in front of the full-length mirror. My mirrorimage excited me thoroughly. My cock throbbed in my panties and I feltmyself getting wet down there again.A little makeup would help, I thought. I experimented with Mistress Lynn’sassortment of makeup, mascara, eye liner and lipsticks. I didn’t do thatbad of a job. A little on the slut side. But, that’s how I felt at themoment anyway.Chapter 4Mistress LisaThe sound of feminine voices outside the room snapped me back to reality.After unlocking the padlock, three women entered the room, my mistress, abeautiful tall blonde and another woman who remained in the shadows of thedark hallway. I lowered my head as Mistress Lynn approached me. She cuppedmy chin, raising my face to meet her gaze.”Not a bad job,” she said. “That dress and your makeup job could earn you afew bucks on any street corner. Something, however, seems to be missing.”The blonde beauty beckoned my mistress to her side and whispered somethingin her ear. Mistress Lynn immediately stalked toward me and slapped myface. The sting brought tears to my eyes.What had I done wrong?”You stupid, useless cunt. How dare you embarrass me in front of myfriends. Can’t you follow a simple order? Where are your restraints?”I could only whisper that I was sorry that I was so stupid. I quicklyfastened the restraints to my wrists and ankles.”You’re sorry all right. You’re going to be even sorrier later. Punishmentwill come soon enough. Tonight, our pleasure comes first.”Mistress Lynn than asked her two friends who wanted to inspect her slavefirst.”I do,” said the blonde.The third lady remained in the shadows watching my every move.”Dawn, I want you to meet Mistress Lisa. I’m sure you remember her fromVictoria’s Secret. She’s the one who picked out your panties for you. Youwill obey her as you obey me. Do you understand?””Yes, mistress.”The blonde beauty pulled me into the bedroom, leading me to a spot on thefloor 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 . Thedomina then attached my ankle restraints to two clamps on the floor.”Raise your arms over your head.”The wrist shackles were then attached to two ropes hanging from theceiling. When they were pulled tight, I was stretched into a jumping jackposition. Once again, I found myself helplessly spread-eagled. She reachedinto her bag and pulled out something that resembled a riding crop.”You’ll become familiar with this little toy of mine from one end to theother,” she sneered. She traced the handle along each cheek.”Lynn tells me you’re an excellent cock sucker. Well, I prefer to have mypussy eaten. There’s not too much difference. First, let’s see how well youcan work your little slut mouth.”Mistress Lisa firmly pressed the handle between my lips. They opened andbegan sucking the handle in.”You’re a natural deep throat artist, aren’t you? Show me how good you arewith your tongue.”She slowly pulled it back out of my mouth and held it about two inches frommy lips and commanded me to start licking. My tongue darted out. It snakedup, down and around the handle, caressing it fondly. I repeated thisflicking process over and over again.”Not bad, you whore. Your mistress has taught you well. Does cock suckingand pussy eating turn you on? Don’t answer. I’ll find out for myself.”Because of my spread-eagle stance, my skirt and slip had ridden high up mythighs. A hint of red panties peeked from beneath the skirt.”I certainly have great tastes in panties. I love how they fit so snug onyou cute little tush. It’s a shame I didn’t get to see you in the whiteones. Oh, well! Like Lynn says, ‘white is only for virgins.’ And there’s novirgin in this house. Is there Dawn?”Before I could answer, Mistress Lisa again pressed the crop back between mylips. With her free hand, she reached down and cupped my crotch.”Those cute little panties are really soaked. And that swollen little clitkeeps jumping in my hand. I bet you’d just love to have me ram this handleinto your hot, tight little hole.”She removed the handle from my mouth and pressed it firmly against my hole.The panties were pressed into my ass, mercifully keeping the handle frominvading my already sore butt hole. Stepping behind me, she caressed my asscheeks and pulled my dress up to my waist. With one swift motion she pulledmy panties down to my spread knees. The crop swished through the air andthen it found its mark. I felt a sharp sting as it landed across my nakedflesh.Smack! Smack! Smack!The crop found its target again and again. My ass jerked uncontrollably asshe 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 red heels andtightened the straps around my ankles. She placed a bracelet around myankle.”This is my gift to you. Wear your slave bracelet proudly,” she said.My wrist restraints were removed and she led me toward the door. I balked,earning an immediate slap.”Stand out on the porch and wait for me,” she commanded as she pushed meout the door.The cool night breeze played a sweet rhythm on my stockinged thighs. Myknees weakened. I had to lean against a porch post for support. The porchlight came on. The three women inside waved to me from a window. Themoisture that had formed on my panties from my excitement felt cold againstmy cock. My ass cheeks clenched tightly from the breeze.I prayed no one would pass by and see me. The door opened. Mistress Lisaemerged clad in jeans, windbreaker and a baseball cap. Her long tresseswere hidden under the cap, giving her a manly appearance.”Ready for our date, Dawn? I hope you’re not the kind of girl who doesn’tput out on the first date,” she whispered. She took my hand and led me toher 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 buttslid every time I moved, exposing my moist, pantied crotch to the summerbreeze. The mistress pulled out of the driveway and headed toward theinterstate on-ramp.”Slide over here. Don’t be shy,” she intoned.I slid closer, so close our thighs touched. Primly, I pulled my skirt downin a vain attempt to cover myself.”It’s a little late for modesty, Dawn,” she said. Her hand reached betweenmy clenched thighs and roughly forced them apart. Expert fingers beganmassaging their way to my crotch.”Spread those thighs and pull your skirt up. I want these horny truckers tobe able to see your sweet little panties when they pass us. Put you heelsup on the dashboard and recline your seat a little. If you don’t do it,I’ll drop you off right here,” she warned.I complied as fast as she could bark out each order. My facial color had tomatch the red of my panties. I was embarrassed at being displayed so openlyfor everyone’s view.”Lick your fingers. Slide them into your panties and play with your clit.”As soon as my hand dipped behind the wisp of satin material, I heard an airhorn blast and a trucker shout, “Hey bitch, how about letting me put mymeat there in place of your hand.”I wanted to die.Mistress Lisa laughed aloud at my shame and humiliation.”I want you to play with yourself with one hand and rub my crotch with theother. I brought you on this ride so you could please me, not yourself .”I moved my hand to her crotch and began massaging. To my surprise, I felt abulge in her jeans. Could Mistress Lisa actually be a man? How can shepossibly have a hardon? I continued to rub.”Open my pants. Pull down the zipper. You’ve given me a hardon with allthat rubbing. It needs taken care of. Give me a blowjob. Now,” shecommanded. “Put some of that lipstick on my dipstick.”After unbuttoning her jeans, I could feel something straining to escape. Arubber cock sprang out and pointed itself directly at me.”Suck me off, cunt.””Yes, mistress.”I pulled my legs down off the dash and knelt on the front seat. My headlowered into her lap and began sucking and licking the dildo that hadbecome a large part of my life lately. My mistress laughed as drivershonked and waved as they spotted my head bobbing up and down on the cock.”Disconnect the cock from its holder. Eat my pussy. Suck my pussy lips.Lick my clit until I cum,” she breathed heavily.The dildo was easy to remove from its harness. I laid it on the seat andreturned to the object of my attention.”Ummmm, that feels so good,” she moaned.She spread her legs wide for me so that I could better bury my face in herpleasure palace. Her womanly aroma quickly filled my nostrils. I was sowrapped up in pleasing her that I could no longer hear the horns or yells.I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. The erect little nub pulsedhotly against my tongue tip.”That’s it. A little faster. Oh! Keep licking that spot. You’re gettingbetter.”Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. They squeezed the sides of my head as Ithrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. I thought my tonguewould come loose at its roots as it continued to dive into the depths ofher seething cunt. Suddenly, her ass lifted high of the seat and her pussycontinued to grind hard against my lips and tongue. Her thighs literallylocked themselves to my head.She tensed. Strained. Tensed. Squeezed. Moaned. Tensed. Strained. Screamedaloud and crashed back into the seat.”Oh God, that felt so good!”My mouth was filled with her juices. Her thighs finally released my headfrom their vise grip.”Not bad, bitch. Not bad at all.”I was amazed that we were still on the road. She had more control than Ihad. Mistress Lisa commanded me to zip up her jeans and help her straightenup. After gaining her composure, she reached in to the glove box and pulledout a jar of Vaseline.”Take this and lubricate the dildo really well. You might want to greaseyour love hole too. You see, For your reward, I’m going to let you homewith that cock buried in your tight little twat.”I spared no grease, remembering how hard it was to initially take in therubber cock, especially the massive head of it. Lifting my ass of the seat,I wormed a greased finger into my hole. The muscles tensed around it and Iimagined the discomfort awaiting me.”Pull your panties down, Dawn. I’ll hold the cock in place on the seatwhile you lower yourself on it.”Panties pulled down, I raised my ass at least a foot into the air. Whilestill driving, she slid the dildo into place.”Start lowering yourself. Take just a little at a time. Do you feel itgoing in?”The end of the dildo bounced against my hole and slowly worked its wayinside.I nodded that I did. As soon I did, she slammed on the brakes. I lost mybalance and slid immediately down the length of the greased shaft. It wastotally buried in my hole. “Aaaaaiiiieee,” I screamed in pain.”Shut up, bitch!”The pain was soon replaced by an almost pleasurable feeling of fullness.The pain returned, of course, every time we hit a bump or made a hard turn.”Pull up your undies, you shameless slut. Cover those legs. Have you nopride at all? I thought I was taking out a nice girl. Wait until I tellyour mistress what a bad little girl you’ve been,” she laughed as continueddown the road.Once we left the interstate, she wound her way home along only unpavedgravel roads. Every bump caused me to moan in pain. Every moan drew asnicker from my date.”How does it feel to have a cock imbedded in your twat,” she exclaimed.”It’s soooo big and soooo hard inside me,” I moaned.As we pulled into the driveway, Mistress Lisa told me to exit the car likea lady, go inside and wait in the bedroom while she discussed my conductwith 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 driveway and ontothe porch. My heels clicked loudly as I walked quickly to the door. Mythighs rubbed together and my muscles strained against the cock buried inmy hole. The door was unlocked and I went directly to the bedroom, closedthe door and awaited my fate.Chapter 6Mystery Mistress”That Dawn is one hot piece of ass,” exclaimed Mistress Lisa. “With alittle more discipline, she’ll make a first class she-male slave.”She told her friends everything that happened on our ‘date.'”You should have seen the reaction of those truckers when they saw Dawn,her dress hiked up, and her fingers buried in her panties. I’m stillsurprised there were no accidents. That reminds me. Dawn still has thedildo buried in her cute little ass. She must be in agony.”There was no mercy in Mistress Lynn’s voice when I heard her laugh andexclaim, “Let her suffer for awhile. She deserves it.””Should we allow Mistress Ellen to have her turn with Dawn now,” MistressLisa asked her partner-in-pain.Mistress Lynn agreed. She told her friends that she would first prepare mefor my next encounter. “My little bitch slave better be kneeling at thefoot of the bed when I walk through that door,” she shouted.I immediately dropped to my knees.The door burst open.There stood my mistress, still dressed in her leather outfit. In her heels,she towered over my kneeling, quivering form.”My friend Mistress Ellen will soon join us. I have given her total freedomto use you as she pleases. She is so beautiful that you are not worthy ofthe honor of viewing her beauty.” she said and placed a thick blindfoldover my eyes. “You will not touch her unless she commands you to do so. Shewill probably only allow you to use your mouth on her. Understand?””Yes, mistress.””Kneel on the bed , pull down your panties, and stick your useless ass inthe air so that I can remove that cock from your hot, tight pussy.”Her hands slowly spread my cheeks. Then, without warning, she roughlypulled the prick from my hole.”Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!””Did that hurt my poor baby Dawn?””Yes, Mistress Lynn,” I whimpered tearfully.”Good! Now, roll over on your back and lie still.”Leaving me to my pain, my mistress left the room to summon her partner. Afew moments later, I heard two sets of heels clicking their way down thehall and through the doorway.”Mistress Ellen, I present you my humble slave Dawn. She is yours to dowith as you please,” announced my mistress.”Mmmm! Not bad. Not bad at all,” the newest voice sounded sweet, andvaguely familiar, to my ears.It seemed as if an eternity had passed before there was any movement orsound in the room. I realized that Mistress Ellen was performing a visualinspection. I felt like a slab of meat on a hook in a butcher shop.”I want her bound spread-eagled. I want total control over this selfishbitch,” my third mistress of the day said, her voice never higher than aloud whisper.On came the ankle restraints. My mini-dress began to ride up as my legswere forcefully spread to secure the clamps. My arms were roughly pulledover my head, spread and hooked-up to the remaining clamps.”Don’t you think it would be fun to arouse this bitch so that she gets anidea of what I expect from her,” asked Mistress Ellen.”Great idea,” remarked Mistress Lynn.I felt someone climb on the bed and kneel beside me. My dress had one longzipper in the front. It extended from the bottom all the way up to theneckline. Mistress Ellen began to slowly work the fastener down the lengthof the dress. Her hands explored my exposed flesh as she worked her waydown. She shifted position and lodged a knee firmly between my outstretchedlegs, placing pressure against my crotch. She reached into my corset andpulled out my falsies. I almost fainted when she first sucked, then bit myhardened, extended nipples. Her hands returned to the zipper, inching itever so slowly to the bottom of my dress. She jerked the zipper free andspread apart the dress, exposing my corset-clad body.”Something that small should be called a shirt, not a dress,” shewhispered. My slip barely covered my panties. She bent down and kissed thesmall strip of flesh peeking out from between the end of my corset and thebeginning of the slip. When her lips met my flesh, a soft moan escaped mylips. My hips arched up, desperately trying to keep in contact with herwarm, moist lips.”Ooohhh! Mmmm!” I moaned. My thighs began squeezing the knee lodged againstmy pelvis. She pushed it even more firmly against my pubes. Stroking thesoftness of my belly, her every caress created tiny explosions of ecstasyin my brain. Her fingers then began tracing a circular motion across myhips. “Ummmm!” My body squirmed and twisted to maintain the contact.Her deft fingers moved firmly, lower and deeper beneath the slip into mysoaked panties.”Oh! Ohhhh! Oh, my goodness!” The soft purring moans coming from my lipsquickly turned into a gasp as her soft, light fingers brushed across mygroin. Velvety fingers encircled and the squeezed my bloated organ ofpleasure.She removed her hand and leaned back on the bed. My body screamed for herto continue.’Lets get these out of the way, shall we. Lift your buns so I can gather itaround your waist.”I raised myself and thrilled to the touch of her hands working the slip upmy flesh. Her nails grazed my inner thighs, then my crotch as she inchedthe fabric to its resting place.”Your panties are really soaked. I’ll bet you would love for me to playwith your clit and slide something into your hot, tight little pussy.””Yes, oh yes, yes, my mistress!”I try to spread my legs even wider to allow her free access. My thighs andcock were on fire, begging for attention. She rolled my panties down,exposing my member and ass cheeks. She tickled my erection with herfingers.”Oh Jesus! Oh … Ohhh … Ohhhhh!” I moaned loudly, filled with a sense ofurgency. The moans came, not from my throat, but from my very soul.Mistress Ellen slid lower on the bed. Her lips alternately kissed and bitthe sensitive insides of my thighs.”Oh, God. Oh, God,” I screamed aloud.One of her fingers began to circle my hole, slowly working its way in andrubbing gently against my sex-charged internal membranes.”Oh, please, please, oh my God.”The finger retreated. I arched up hard, straining to recapture theexquisite feeling of penetration. Somehow, I knew at that moment that I hadjust used up my allotment of pleasure. I became desperate. Frustrated. But,also resigned to my disappointment. After all, wasn’t I told that I wouldbe the giver of pleasure rather than the receiver?”Look at this Lynn. I think this slut is starting her period. There’s bloodon my finger.””Why so she is. I guess it’s time for a feminine hygiene lesson. Do youhave 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 aplastic tube being forced into me. She pushes in and then pulls back,leaving the tampon resting snugly in place. I can feel the string restingon a thigh. My panties are pulled back into place. I can feel the tamponspreading inside me, gently pressing against my inner walls.Mistress Ellen climbed back onto the bed and straddled my chest.”Didn’t Lisa say that Dawn was an expert cock sucker and a decent pussyeater,” asked Mistress Ellen. “I think I’ll give her a little practicetime. There’s nothing better than a little head to end the day.”Her nylon covered legs crossed over my shoulders as she positioned herselfover my face.”This is the reason for your being. You were put on this earth to pleaseyour mistress and her friends. There is no other reason. Seeing that youhave no cock to speak of, you must become an expert with your tongue. Feelhonored that we allow you to worship us,” said Mistress Lynn.While she talked, I could feel her settling in for a long oral bath. Herstockings brushed against my cheeks with every movement, sending waves ofexcitement coursing through my veins. The heady aroma of her crotch made meswoon.She dipped her pussy closer to my face. My lips twitched with desire tokiss and spread her lips with my tongue. I got my wish. Her groin pressedagainst my lips. They immediately opened and began to pay homage to hertemple of love. She moved my head from side to side, pressing my lipsagainst the exposed skin of her thighs. I returned to the object of myaffection. My tongue teased her exposed labia through the soft net of herhairs. I flicked at it with my tongue back, forth, back, forth — gentlylicking, 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 wasbeginning to please her.”You are delicious, so delicious.”She grabbed my ears and repositioned my face.”Shut up and eat me,” she breathed heavily into my ears.My lips closed around her swollen clit and sipped. I felt her wombcontract. I fell in love with her cunt, gloried in it. I was drinking herjuices, getting drunk on her sex.”Keep sucking,” she screamed. “Suck, Suck , suck it out!” I knew she wasclose to coming . I wanted that for her. To please her. My mistress was wetand open to me. My tongue slid through her smooth passageway and outlinedher clit, rising and pulsing in passion. My lips and tongue went wildinside her. I probed, dwelt, licked, sucked her juices until she screamedin pleasure. She began to shudder. I was certain she would cum any instant.But abruptly she lifted herself off my face.”I want to be fucked. I need something in my pussy. Mistress Lynn would youput the two-headed dildo in Dawn’s mouth for me?””Of course, my dear.”A thick cock-head was placed between my lips. “Suck it in and hold ittightly in your mouth you slut,” Mistress Lynn commanded.Mistress Ellen impaled herself on the dildo in one swift vicious motion.Her clit rubbed against my nose as she settled into place. Each time shemoved herself up and down the shaft, her clit came into contact. I couldfeel and taste her juices flowing. It seeped between my lips and clenchedteeth, oozing down my throat like nectar.Her orgasm was magnificent. I felt it build. Felt her expand. Thencontract. Expand. Contract. She moaned uncontrollably. When she finallyneared her climax, intense spasms and contractions racked her body.It melted with relaxation and her breathing returned to normal. Sated andexhausted, she climbed off my face. She pulled the dildo from my mouth andclimbed off the bed.’Now for your final humiliation, Dawn,” Following those words, MistressLisa removed my blindfold.I fainted at the sight of the woman who had just ridden my face to a totaland complete orgasm. It was my girlfriend. She now had the last laugh, andthe strongest orgasm of our relationship.Chapter 7Lessons LearnedWhen I regained my senses, all three mistresses were sitting on the edge ofthe bed. I was still spread-eagled. My jaw was sore from holding the dildobetween my teeth while my former girlfriend rode herself to the peak ofsexual pleasure.I looked up to the mirror. They were right. They had humiliated me totally.I had said things and done things I knew I could never repeat to my anyone.I had been reduced to their subservient slave.”Well, good morning Dawn. I see you had a good night’s sleep. I guess wereally wore you out. You slept like a baby,” Mistress Lynn said softly.Gone were their leather ensembles. The sensuous bodies I had come toappreciate were now covered with jeans and loose-fitting shirts.”How did it feel, bitch? Now you know what it feels like to be brought soclose to an orgasm that your body began to melt, only to be denied becauseyour partner climaxed first and selfishly left you hanging,” said MistressEllen.I began to understand. That’s what this was all about. I had to admit shewas right.”It took me a while to set up this session. Mistress Lynn gave me twoalternatives. I could let her lure you here just to humiliate you. Or, Icould have her train you to be my slave forever. I want you back, but onlyon my terms. So I asked her if I could help in your training. As you nowknow, she was more than agreeable,” Mistress Ellen said.The women then pulled out a photo album. It contained dozens of photos ofme. Most were taken while I was asleep, stretched-out in my lingerie. Agood number, however, were action shots taken while I was blindfolded. Theymust have had them developed at one of those one-hour processing places.”Pretty good stuff,” Mistress Lynn remarked.All I could do was drop my head in embarrassment.”I’m going to keep my copies next to my night stand,” said Mistress Lisa,”They’re so sexy. I might masturbate myself to sleep at night while lookingat them.”What did Mistress Ellen plan to do with her copies?”I have two sets. One of them stays bahis firmaları with Mistress Lynn in case I need them.The others? I might share them with some of your friends.””Oh, please, no,” I implored my mistress. “I’ll do anything you wish.Please don’t show them to anyone.”She had me where she wanted me.”If you keep me happy and satisfied, this will be our little secret,” shesaid. She then began to list her conditions.I would become her love slave.All my male underwear will be thrown out when we returned home.The only male clothing I would wear would be those essential for my job,and an occasional social gathering.I would have to accompany her to purchase my new wardrobe to make sureeverything fit. Everything would have to be tried-on at the store.We would only have sex when and how she wanted it.She would control if and when I was allowed to satisfy myself.I would move in with her as her roommate, not her boyfriend.I would be responsible for all the cooking and cleaning.She would handle all business matters.I would be enrolled in a fitness class. “It’s either that or a tummy-tuck,”she said. “Do you understand and agree?””But, Mistress.””The way I see it, you have no other choice.””Yes, Mistress.”Perhaps I made a mistake in our last issue, August, by not ending thechapter of “Dawn” with a to be continued note. At the time, I was not surethat 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 bedriving.””Yes, Mistress.”My restraints were removed. I was told to bathe and change for the trip. Ibegan to undress. They didn’t leave the room. They just sat and watched.”Let’s help her,” suggested Mistress Lisa.”Why not,” quipped Mistress Lynn.All three of them approached me and began to remove my clothing. Theirhands probed, pinched, fondled and slapped as they removed each garment. Iwas their plaything. The game was really fun for them. It was becomingexciting for me.”My God, her clit is swelling again. Doesn’t she ever get enough?”Mistress Lynn ordered me to take a cold shower, rather than the hot bath Iwas really looking forward to taking. Naked, I retreated to the bathroom.The cold water sent shivers through my veins. It awakened me. Awakened me,I realized, to a new and exciting life with Ellen. I loved her more at thatinstant than I ever had. I was hers, mentally and physically.After toweling dry, I entered the dressing room. My new attire awaited. Itclosely resembled the leather ensemble Mistress Ellen wore last night. As Ipicked up each piece and held it to my face, I realized it was herclothing. It smelled sweetly with her perfume. The smell of her sex alsopermeated my senses. The only article missing was her crotchless panties.They were replaced by the black satin ones I had bought at the store.I put on the leather bra. It was underwired. The falsies awaited me on thetable. They were soon sitting in place, pressing them against my arousednipples. Next, I slid the black nylons up my shaven legs, waves ofexcitement overtook my senses. I hooked the leather garter belt around mywaist and attached the garters to my nylons. The belt and nylons provided astark contrast to my white exposed crotch, now framed by my sexy lingerie.I pulled the panties on and thrilled to the material sliding against myskin. Another mini-slip awaited. Once again, it barely covered my buns,stopping about mid thigh. The leather miniskirt came next. The materialhung over the slip, pressing it against my skin. I covered my bra with thesatin blouse and tucked it into my skirt.Mistress Ellen entered the room then and complimented me on my appearance.”It’s going to be hard to keep my hands off you on the way home.” You’reone sexy looking bitch. If only you knew how to use makeup. That, my littleslut will be one of your first lessons. I’m sure my beautician will be gladto help, if I let her have you for a night.”She began applying the makeup, also applying polish to my toe nails andfinger nails. My eye lids and lashes were paid much attention. A shortblack wig replaced the longer one. My mistress stepped back to inspect herwork. She smiled and called in her friends.”I hope nobody tries to steal this hot cunt from you. She looks good enoughto eat. Eat me, that is,” said Mistress Lisa.”I told you she was trainable, said Mistress Lynn.”You did a remarkable job, Lynn. I don’t know how to repay you,” MistressEllen said as she embraced her mentor. They kissed each other long andhard. They sucked each other’s tongues as if they were stiff phalluses. Iheard Mistress Ellen begin to moan with pleasure as Mistress Lynn cuppedEllen’s crotch , lowered her zipper and slipped her hand in her jeans.Mistress Ellen eagerly ground her pelvis against the invading hand.They parted, breathless. Mistress Lynn looked and me and said. “I hope younow understand the power of pussy. We don’t need a cock to satisfy us. You,however, would go crazy if there were no pussy for you to worship.”The women said their farewells. They were rather passionate ones at that. Alot of kissing and feeling.”It’s time to go, honey. Get my bags and take them to the car,” my mistresscommanded.I stopped in my tracks, bags in hand. If I walked out the door into theawaiting daylight dressed like this, the neighbors would surely see me.They knew a man had pulled-up in that car yesterday. They would know.”Move your ass, slut. We have a long drive ahead of us. Besides, I may wantto stop at a rest area so that you can freshen my sweaty pussy with yourmouth,” laughed Mistress Ellen.I carried out the bags and put them in the trunk. When I tried to go backinto the house, the door was locked. My mistresses waved at me through thewindow. My options were limited. I could stand on the porch and wait or Icould wait in the car. I chose the car. Clumsily, I dropped the keys andthey slid across the porch.My heels clicked loudly as I rushed to retrieve the keys. In my haste, Iforgot about the short skirt. When I bent down to pick up the keys, myskirt rode up to expose my pantied rear to the passing neighbors.Mistress Ellen finally came out. She was still laughing at myembarrassment. Taking the keys from my hand, she unlocked the door, openedit for me and closed it after I settled into the seat.I tugged my skirt down. The plush material of the seats swallowed my nylonencased thighs. My juices began to flow again. I felt the first smallsquirt 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 Mistress Ellenpulled into a parking space, a convertible wheeled in beside us. It wasMistress Lisa. She smiled and waved at us. She was dressed in cut-offs,T-shirt and that familiar ball cap.”Hi roomie,” she yelled to Mistress Ellen as she climbed out of the car.The two of them hugged each other and headed toward the rest room.”Come along Dawn, honey, It’s time for a pit stop,” my mistress shoutedover her shoulder.I looked around the area. It was filled with tourists and truck drivers.Slowly climbing out of the car, I was careful to pull my skirt down andbegan the long walk to the rest rooms. Instinctively, I went toward themen’s room.”Dawn, honey, aren’t you going to the wrong room?”Mistress Lisa held the ladies room door open for me. All the stalls wereoccupied except one. Ellen entered it, forcing me to wait my turn. Finally,Mistress Ellen emerged from her stall and ushered me into the toilet.”Hurry up sweetie. We need to get home soon so that you can cook dinner forme and Lisa. Did I forget to tell you? She moved in with me last weekend.”I locked the door behind me. I could hear two more women enter the room.The realization that I couldn’t urinate standing up struck homeimmediately. That would surely give me away. Lisa flushed the toilet in theadjoining stall and whispered to me that she would be waiting for meoutside.I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slid my panties down to my knees. Theseat was cold against my rear as I sat down to pee. Finishing my business,I flushed, pulled up my panties, smoothed my skirt and left the stall. Therest room mirror brought me back to the reality of my plight. The womanstaring back at me in the mirror offered no semblance of manhood. My heelscaused me to stumble across the tile floor as I began to leave.Just then one of the women came out of her stall. Seeing me stumble, sheremarked, “drunken slut.”When I reached the curb, I noticed that Mistress Ellen’s (my) car was gone.Lisa motioned me to get in her convertible.”Ellen went on ahead to get your room ready and start planning your newwardrobe.”She told me to drive because I needed to learn how to drive in heels.Working the pedals was more difficult, especially in a short tight skirt.Thankfully, it had an automatic transmission. I carefully backed out andguided the car onto the interstate. Mistress Lisa slid closer to me andwhispered in my ear, “Doesn’t this remind you of our last date Dawn?”I nodded that it did. It took all my concentration to keep the car on theroad. I couldn’t afford the thought of getting pulled over by a cop. Notdressed like this. Mistress Lisa had ideas of her own, however. She put herarm around my shoulder and slipped her hot, moist tongue into my ear andthen began to kiss and nibble on my ear lobe and neck.”Ooohhh! I moaned through clenched teeth. This response spurred her on.”I see I’m getting to you again. Keep your eyes on the road and your handson the wheel. I’ll take care of the rest.”Her hand slipped between my legs, slowing inching its way up my tremblingthigh. My thighs instinctively separated, giving her free access to mycrotch. I jerked when her cool fingertips reached the exposed flesh abovemy 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 handhigher and cupped my crotch.”It certainly is hard Dawn. You’re certainly an easily excitable littlelady.” Her hand continued to play over my panties material. Suddenly, shesqueezed my bulge tightly.My scream was lost in the wind as it blew past my face.”Sorry, Baby! I just couldn’t resist.”My eyes filled with tears as I fought to keep control of the car.”Oh, look Dawn. There’s two girl hitchhikers. Let’s stop and pick them up.”I looked ahead and couldn’t believe my eyes. I had never seen two morebeautiful ladies hitching a ride.”Pull over Dawn,” Mistress Lisa commanded. I pulled off the road and thegirls quickly ran up to the car.”One of them asked, “Going as far as San Antonio?””We sure are. Hop in,” offered my mistress, “let me crawl in back so thatyou can have some room to stretch your legs,” she told the taller of thetwo girls.The girl who sat beside me was a tanned, long legged goddess. Her name wasMarty. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and a halter top.”I’m sure glad you girls stopped. We had to turn down at least a dozencreepy males that almost tried to drag us into their cars,” she explained.Her partner in the back seat, Etta, laughed and proclaimed, “It wouldn’thave done them any good. We’re lesbians and have no use for men. I hopethat doesn’t shock or bother you.”I swallowed hard and continued to concentrate on driving.Mistress Lynn giggled and said, “It takes a lot more than that to shock us.Isn’t that right, Dawn?”I nodded in agreement.”You have to excuse Dawn. She’s awfully shy. A hot little bitch. But shy,”explained Mistress Lisa.Marty’s eyes widened. She gazed at me and said, “Maybe I can help her breakout of her shell. Besides, I get really turned on by chicks in leather.”Meanwhile — in the back seat — I noticed that my mistress and Etta werelocked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately. Mistress Lisa caught melooking and winked back at me.Marty slid closer to me on the seat and began running her fingers on myneck. Her hand was soft as silk. Darkness had settled in and the eveningbreeze helped cool down my boiling blood.”Pull into the next rest area,” Marty whispered into my ear.Five minutes later we pulled into an almost deserted rest stop. I wascareful to pull into the darkest, most secluded area. I stooped the car,turned off the lights and awaited Marty’s next move. The passionate moanscoming from the back seat seemed to excite Marty even more. She placed herfingers under my chin, turned my face to meet hers and kissed me gently. Mylips parted immediately. Her tongue wiggled it way past my slightly partedlips.”Mmmm,” she purred.”Ooohhh,” I responded, sucking her tongue deep into my mouth.Her hand began to rub and knead my false breast through my blouse.”Please don’t let her find out,” I prayed silently. Not yet, at least.She dropped her hand into my lap. In panic, I clamped my thighs tightlytogether.”This is no time for passion cramps,” said Marty. “Open up those legs andlet me play with your hot clit. I can’t wait to bury my fingers in yourhot, moist hole.” She pinched the inside of my thigh. My reflexes weregood. Too good. My legs parted immediately. Marty was easily able to snakeher hand into the opening.Her tongue worming its way in and out of my mouth caused me to forget abouther intruding hand. Continuing our French kissing, her hand snaked furtherup my nylon covered leg. She eventually reached the crotch of my panties.They were sopping wet — first from my Mistress Lisa’s teasing and now fromMarty’s exploring.I moaned loudly as she gently ran her hand over the rear of my panties,cupping my ass cheeks. I spread my legs wider. Marty pulled my panties downfrom the rear. I raised my ass off the seat to allow her to pull them down.I felt the satin material slip over my knees and quickly gather around myankles. I was quickly reminded of my ankle restraints.Her hand then swiftly worked its way back under the skirt and found its wayto my crotch. First she rubbed. Then stopped abruptly. Her hands quicklygrabbed my swollen cock, squeezing hard.”Well, well, what have we here?”How would she react to this discovery?Mistress Lisa interrupted her lovemaking with Etta long enough to whisperan explanation to Marty. She giggled and whispered something back to mymistress. Marty removed her hand from my crotch. She smacked my face andinformed me that I would pay dearly for my deception.”I’ll bet you’d give anything to cum, wouldn’t you?””Yes. Please!””Tough shit, bitch! You’re going to eat my pussy until I tell you to stop.”She slid across the seat, pulled her skirt up to her waist and beckoned meto begin.”Get your face between these thighs and start licking.”Even in the dark, I could see the treasure awaiting. Her pussy was framedbetween her outspread legs, bulging out the crotch of her panties. Icrawled across the seat and nestled my face in place. The aroma of her sexfilled my nostrils.She arched her hips toward my face and moaned aloud as I began sucking herstill pantied crotch. Humping at my face, she squirmed uncontrollably as mytongue lapped at her pussy. I sucked her clit through the panties materialas she screamed at me to continue.Her thighs squeezed my cheeks as I licked and sucked her to her firstorgasm. Marty pulled off her drenched panties, grabbed my head and forcedmy face back into her groin. I went back to work. My licking and suckingbrought her to a series of intense orgasms.The sounds from the couple in the back seat assured me that the action backthere was just as hot.”Let’s switch places, Etta,” a sated Marty yelled to the back seat.I repeated my oral worship with Etta, eating her to multiple orgasms. Hershaven pussy helped create a strong vacuum as I sucked greedily on herthrobbing clit. I buried my tongue deep in her pussy, causing shivers ofpleasure to rack her body. Her juices flowed freely down my chin.Meanwhile, my mistress and Marty engaged in a hot sixty-nine session oftheir own.Finally, all three women were satisfied. They rearranged their clothing,lounged on the seats and commanded me to drive them home.My mistress sensed my frustration.”Sorry Dawn. Ellen would be mad if she heard that I allowed you to get off.Maybe she’ll let you satisfy yourself later.””Yes, mistress.”We dropped our passengers off at their apartment. It was only about twoblocks from our home.”Drop over this weekend,” Marty invited my mistress. “Bring that littleslut slave of yours too. We need a maid to serve, and service, us.””Sounds great,” responded Mistress Lisa as she climbed into the front seat,patted my thigh and told me to drive on home.”See all the fun you’re going to have now that you are one of the girls,”she giggled. After we pulled into the apartment’s parking garage, MistressLisa had me get the luggage and carry it to the apartment.When we entered the elevator, there were two people in it. My mistressseemed to know them. She smiled and talked to them as the elevator beganits climb.”Who’s the new chick?, one asked.”She’s our new roomie.”The other asked my mistress, “She’s not one of those dyke bitches that wesee here sometimes, is she?””Actually, Dawn here will be anything we want her to be. She’ll do anythingwe tell her to do, if you know what I mean,” Mistress Lisa explained.Both smiled knowingly. “How about a preview?””Ok! Dawn put down the bags and let my friends to check you out.”I set down the bags and stood in the middle of the compartment, hands at mysides.”Nice ass!””Good legs!””Check out those lips.””Blowjob lips if I ever saw any.””Small tits.””Who cares. Nobody fucks tits any more.””Could lose a little weight.”One of then pulled me close. Hands squeezed my ass cheeks. I tensed at thetouch. A hand slipped under my skirt, into my panties and rubbed over mycrotch. It gripped my tool and squeezed hard.”Swollen clit. Turns on easily.”I remained frozen in place, not wanting to respond to the blatant advances.The other one then took my hand and made me lower his zipper. He forced myhand into his fly, making me grip his prick. That was the first time I hadever touched a dick other than my own. I let go as if I were shocked.”Don’t worry honey. Soon you’ll be wrapping more than your fingers aroundmy rod. Just wait till I force it between your lips or up your hole.”The hot words and my hand wrapped around his organ caused it to swell to asize the astonished me. I shuddered at the thought of having to do anythingwith it.”Lisa, call us when you have broken this slut in,” he sneered.They left the elevator laughing at my embarrassment.Finally we entered Mistress Ellen’s apartment, my new home.I was directed to place the bags in Mistress Lisa’s room and to return tothe living room.”You must be worn out,” said Mistress Ellen. “You better get a good night’ssleep because all us girls are going shopping tomorrow. I already calledyour boss and told him you were ill.”She then lead me to my bedroom, the smallest of the three. She opened thecloset to unveil a small collection of dresses, skirts, blouses andsweaters. No slacks or shorts. The dresser drawers were filled with a widevariety of lingerie items. There were no men’s clothes in sight.”I saved you a couple suits, a few shirts and some shoes and socks,” shesaid. “The remainder of the time, you will always wear dresses and skirts.That way, we have easier access to your hot crotch.”She reached into a dresser drawer and pulled out a small nightie set andhanded it to me. I stripped out of my leather ensemble down to my panties.They were soaked.My mistress handed me ruffled panties and a bra to wear under the nightie.I skinned the soaked panties off and replaced them with the dry ones. Next,I fastened the bra over my falsies and slipped on the nightie.They both gave me a quick kiss good night and tucked me into the queen sizebed. I was swallowed in satin. I began to relax, hoping for a good night’ssleep.It was not to be.I could here the sounds of their lovemaking as if they were in the roomwith me.Licking, sucking, moaning sounds pierced my senses. I slipped out of bed tosee if I could catch a glimpse of their hot action. Mistress Ellen’s doorwas 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 newhome. Sunlight flooded the room. Stretching out, I felt the ruffled pantiesdraw tighter against my crotch. The lace trim of my nightie tickled my legsas I gained full consciousness.It was truly a woman’s bedroom, complete with dainty curtains, stuffeda****ls and the scent of lilac. I climbed out from under the covers andchecked out the room. A quick check of the closet and dresser confirmedthat I wasn’t awakening from a dream adventure. A look in the mirror erasedall 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. Ialternated hot and cold water in order to clear my senses. The reality ofmy situation began to seep into my pores. The weekend was not a dream. Thepain in my butt served as a physical reminder of my lost virginity.I heard the bathroom door open. Mistress Lisa had entered the room to tellme to hurry up because they were waiting for their breakfast.”Get your sweet little ass in gear, Dawn. Put your clothes on. I’ll helpyou with your makeup.”After toweling myself dry, I made my way back to the bedroom. My clotheswere laid out and waiting for me. A waist cincher was the first object tocatch my eye. It had four garters attached to it. I tightened it around mywaist and was startled to notice that it held in my tummy and caused myhips to flare, presenting a more girlish figure. Next came the frontfastener black bra and breast inserts. They felt and moved as if they werea part of 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 up my legs andcrammed my bulge into the confines of the lycra cage. A short, slit slipcovered my undergarments. My outfit consisted of a dress with a teasinglytight bodice that softly shirred into layers of ruffles that got shorter inthe back. It was made of taffeta with a black zipper that ran the length ofthe dress.About that time Mistress Lisa returned to see if I was ready for my firstmakeup lesson.”You look absolutely stunning. Are you ready to complete yourtransformation?””Yes, mistress.”I followed her into the bathroom and took a seat in front of the largemakeup mirror. She had me shave closely before taking charge.”We need to soften your look, Dawn.”She applied an ivory foundation, plus what she called a concealer to mycheeks, nose and chin.”That should help even out your ruddy complexion.”Next, she applied pale mauve shadow on my eyelids, camel on my brow bonesand soft grey liner along my upper lash line.”That really shows off your deep set eyes.” Black mascara darkened mylashes.”Just a few finishing touches and you’ll be set.”She whisked soft berry blush powder onto my cheekbones and did my lips withrose lip gloss. A short wig was set into place.”All set! Check it out Dawn, honey.”I looked so much like a sophisticated woman that I truly didn’t recognizethe face in the mirror.My mistress interrupted my fascination by shouting at me, “Quit being sovain, bitch. Get you ass back to your room, put on your shoes and getbusy.”The shoes were sitting next to the bed. They, of course, were high heelswith an ankle strap. Before entering the living room, I practiced walkingaround the room so that I could learn to keep my balance. Finally ready, Ismoothed my clothes, took a deep breath and entered the room to meet mydominating roommates.They were lounging on the couches reading the morning paper. I immediatelymade my way to the kitchen where I found a pink frilly apron laidinvitingly on the table. With a shrug I looped it over my head and tied ittightly into a big bow behind my waist, smoothing the skirt down in front.It made me feel as the maid there were making me and I settled down andprepared them a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. A pitcher ofhot coffee topped of the meal.After serving them and washing the dishes, I was beckoned to the livingroom. Mistress Ellen informed me that they would be out for awhile and thatI should complete the list of chores that I would find on the coffee table.”Yes my mistress. I’ll take care of them immediately.”Mistress Lisa nudged her partner and asked her, “She looks so lovely anddomestic in her new pinafore apron, but, perhaps it’s time for anotherreminder of her enslavement to us. What do you think?”They quickly attached wrist and ankle restraints, leaving me just enoughfreedom to perform my assigned duties. They inspected my shackles, blew mea kiss and left the apartment.Chapter 11Unexpected GuestI made the beds, dusted, vacuumed and cleaned the bathrooms as rapidly aspossible. I didn’t want to face the consequences of having them get backbefore I was finished. My mobility was severely restricted by myrestraints.The sound of a key being turned in the door lock caught my attention justas I was putting away the vacuum cleaner. I quickly moved to the center ofthe room to greet them.To my surprise and horror, it was not them. It was one of the people fromlast night’s elevator ride.”The girls told me you might like some company while they were gone,” saidthe intruder.My visitor presented me a bottle of wine and two glasses.Walking directly to me, the stranger said, “My what a pretty maid, apronand all, in style for your housework. Judging from those restraints, you’renot fully trained yet. That’s OK though. This will give us some time to getto know one another.”Pulling on the wrist restraints, my visitor guided me to the couch.”Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Don’t you think a welcome drink ortwo is appropriate?”I plopped down on the cushions. My dress began to rise up my legs and myapron was being rumpled. I immediately tried to pull them down as far aspossible. The stranger sat across from me. Despite my efforts, there was nodoubt that I was presenting an unobstructed view of my panties coveredcrotch to this intruder.I picked up my drink from the table. In my nervous state, I downed it inone gulp. The visitor quickly refilled my glass. The alcohol quicklyentered my system and a strange warmth began to spread throughout my body.”I’ll bet you would love to have me remove those restraints,” my would-beseducer stated, pouring my third glass.I nodded my consent, afraid to speak.Enjoying the alcohol warmth and the attention, I settled down some andbegan to sip at my drink. I noticed that my visitor hadn’t sipped a drop.If the object was to get me drunk, it was succeeding. The drinks wereloosening me up and making me feel giddy and a bit bold. “I wonder if I canturn this mysterious person on,” I thought to myself. “I would be a lotmore comfortable with them off,” I replied, spreading my legs a bit wideras I spoke.My uninvited guest crossed the room, knelt down in front of my silk coveredlegs and began taking off the ankle restraints. Hands brushed their way upmy legs as each ankle was freed. The warmth began to concentrate in mybrain — and my crotch. The visitor climbed onto the couch next to me. Ourthighs came into contact, sending electrical charges to my brain. My thighinstinctively pressed harder against my seducer’s. Next to be disconnectedwere my wrist cuffs.”Now that I freed you — how do you intend to repay me?””Let’s have another drink and discuss it,” I replied , holding out myglass. 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 mepulled me onto my visitor’s lap. As I squirmed to get comfortable, I couldfeel a bulge against my rear.My guest’s lips sought out my receptive mouth. A long, slim tongue slippedbetween my pliant lips.”Ooohhh!,” I groaned into the invading mouth. I was drunk. drunk from thealcohol. drunk from passion. There was no holding back I was about to actout my role as the slut I was trained to be. Besides, I doubted my guestwould let me hold back.”Ooohhh, yes! Yes! That’s so good,” I breathed heavily. “Let me help youget more comfortable.”My fingers tentatively began to open shirt buttons. Wickedly, I ran myfingers across a smooth chest, stopping only to pinch nipples. I becamesomewhat confused. I was sure that my visitor was a man.But, this one actually had little titties.While I pulled off the shirt, a hand had dropped to my stockinged leg,sliding slowly up its silky smoothness. Smooth fingers continued to inchhigher. In an attempt to slow his progress, I began to lick and kiss hisneck.He continued to caress my legs. I slid lower on the couch and began to biteand suck on his nipples. His hand left my legs only long enough to force myhands to his belt and fly. I ran my hands over his pants. Squeezing andrubbing his erection, I couldn’t believe I was actually playing the role ofthe slut. And I didn’t care about the consequences. I was going to get off,no matter what I had to do.”Let me help you,” he whispered softly. My guest forced me sit up while heremoved his pants and shorts. My hands flew beneath my skirt and beganstroking my erection through my panties. My legs were spread wantonly. Thehem of my dress barely covered my hands.”Please hurry! I’m so hot. Hot for you. I want to make love to you now,” Ipanted.I was losing control of my senses. I heard the pants hit the floor. Nextcame a pair of bikini briefs. My eyes moved up the outspread legs beforeme.”Oh my God! And all this time I thought…! Oh, Wow,” I gasped indisbelief.He was not a he after all. He was a she. And she was wearing a dildoattached to elastic straps. It was eight inches long and a full threeinches around. Her latex manhood stood proudly in front of her. Itpresented an imposing sight. The cock was longer and wider than the dildo Ihad been trained on. Ripples of fear racked my body.”Fooled you. Didn’t I!” She laughed aloud. She quickly reached down pulledmy hands out of my panties and pulled me to my feet. I had troublestanding. It didn’t slow here down any. She quickly pulled down the zipperon my short dress. It was soon laying on the floor next to her pants. Shereached in front of me and began pulling off my slip. I was too weak andtoo drunk to resist. I actually raised my arms to help her “unwrap” herprize.All I had left on was my bra, waist cincher, panties, stockings and heels.The next thing I knew she had forced me down to my knees and was guiding myface to the shaft.”Show me how hot you are for me, bitch. Slip those hot lips around my rod,you little cock sucking whore!”I had no choice but to part my lips and take her cock into the confines ofmy mouth. I gagged at her size. Her false erection completely filled mymouth and my saliva coated it. “Get it good and moist, Dawn. You never knowwhere else I might want to stick it. Maybe, later I’ll bury it in yourtight little hole.”Clamping my mouth tightly on her tool, I reached between her legs, underthe harness and fingered her clit. I could sense that she was nearing aclimax. I withdrew her dick from my pursed lips and began kiss and lick herthighs. My mistress had taught me well.The mystery guest began bucking and moaning. “Ohhh yes, I feel it building.Mmmm! Ugghh! Ohhh! Oh fuck! Yeahhh! Mmmm! Argghhhh!”Soon, her juices doused my face. I gulped down as much as I could. Shewouldn’t release my face until I licked her crotch dry. Fully satisfied,she looked down at me smiling.”You sure give great head, Dawn,” she said as she stepped away and broke mycontact with her crotch.There was no way I was going to let her leave until I got off somehow.”Please fuck me,” I whispered up at my visitor.”What?””Please fuck me.””I don’t understand what you want, Dawn. You have to explain it to me.””Please bury your cock deep in my pussy. I want your prick in me so deeply.I want to hump your big dick and pound my snatch up and down on your rod!”I begged. I took her hand in mine and lead her to my bedroom.”Why should I fuck you? I had my orgasm.”Desperately, I climbed onto the bed on all fours, lowered my panties andoffered my ass to her. The sight of my cheeks swaying and wiggling in frontof her brought her back to life. I knew then that she wouldn’t disappointme. Positioning herself behind me, she grabbed my hips and began to pushher cock into my tight anal passage. My muscles squeezed tightly on herfake erection.”You see that blowjob really got my cock wet. I can’t believe how easily itslipped into your hot hole, Dawn.””Ohhhhh! Oh Jesus,” I moaned into the pillows. She fucked my hole slowly atfirst and then with wild abandon. Quickly, she reached around my hips andher hand slipped into my panties.”Just as I thought. You’re all wet and begging for release aren’t you?””Ooohhh! Yes. Please, yes. Help me cum. **** my hole.””How bad do you need it bitch?””Really bad! My clit is on fire.””Beg, bitch,” she commanded as she wrapped her hand around my member andbegan to pump it in rhythm to her fucking motion.”Please fuck me hard and make me cum. I’m begging you.”She fucked my ass long, deep and hard, while expertly bringing me close tomy release.”Mmmm! Yeeessss! Give it to me! Uuuuhhhh!”My hips bucked in time with hers. The friction of the dildo against herclit was also taking its toll. We both lost control at the same time.”Mmmm, yeah, I’m getting off again,” she screamed as she stroked deeply inmy hole.”Ugghh! Mmmm! Ugghh! Mmmm … yes, please give it to me, give it to me,” Ipleaded.My r****t continued her assault asking, “Gonna come for me baby? Wanna comewith my stiff cock pumping your tight little pussy?””Yes,” I moaned. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Ram your cock into my cunt!”Her hand pumped my dick harder and faster. My entire body quivered.Quivered from her stroking my cock and from her strokes in my hole.”Come for me, Dawn! Come for me now,” my mystery fucker screamed. Shepumped 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 release building. Atthat instant, her hips bucked wildly as she approached a climax.The room was filled with both of our cries of ecstasy. I collapsed on thebed with her on top of me.My visitor unstrapped the dildo and climbed off the bed. She left herinstrument of my **** buried in my hole. My panties were filled with mycum. She forced my hand into the moisture, pulled it out and made me lickand suck my fingers.Noticing that I was contented, my partner quietly left the room. Thethought that my roommates would return before I could clean up scared me.Unfortunately, I didn’t have the energy to do anything about it. I closedmy eyes, relaxed and awaited their return ….. and my punishment.Chapter 12Paying The PriceMistress Ellen stood in the doorway, holding my discarded clothes in herhand. “I see Kim welcomed you to the apartment complex.”Mistress Lisa entered the room next. My restraints dangled from her hands.”Who gave you permission to remove your restraints? It seems that you stillhave trouble following orders.”I tried to explain what happened and that their friend was the one whoremoved the ankle and wrist cuffs. all my explaining seemed to have noeffect on them.”You disobeyed me and must pay the price. It’s a shame too. I was justbeginning to trust you. Perhaps you need a stronger reminder of yourservitude,” stated Mistress Ellen. She instructed me to pull down mydrenched panties and lay across her lap.With trembling fingers, I followed her direction. My panties were down tomy knees and the dildo was still sticking in my hole as I stretched acrossher spread legs. My member slipped between her spread thighs. Immediately,she clamped her legs together, trapping my penis.Mistress Lisa removed her belt from her jeans, doubled it over and handedit mistress Ellen, who began spanking my bottom.Every time I moved or cried out, she’d spank me even harder. The whippingseemed to last an eternity. Whenever I moved, the pressure on my penis wassimilar to being snugly crammed into a hot cunt. This caused me to squirmmore. This, of course, increased the intensity of my spanking. The mixtureof pain and pleasure was becoming unbearable.Finally, she stopped. She rolled me off her lap onto the floor, pulled thelatex cock from my ravished hole — and laughed at me.”Don’t think you’re off the hook.”Mistress Lisa reached into my lap, grasped my erection and pulled me to myfeet. “We’re going to have to do something about this,” she said whilesqueezing my member. “I think I have just the thing.” She produced a cockand ball sheath. While Mistress Lisa kept me erect, Mistress Ellen setabout attaching it. She placed my balls in the pouch and then placed mypenis into the sheath. Her deft fingers laced it up the front of my cockand tightened the fasteners around my covering. A roller buckle in the backlocked it all into place. There was a D-ring attached to the device.”That’s in case I want to attach a leash to lead you around. Or maybe Imight want to add some weights. In case you have any ideas about taking itoff yourself, forget it.” A small lock was attached to a connection behindmy balls.”Once it’s locked on, it stays on until I decide to remove it. Understand?””Yes, my mistress, I understand.”Good! Now pull up you panties and meet me in the kitchen. In case youhaven’t noticed, it’s supper time.”My panties barely held in my sheathed crotch. I put on the rest of myclothes and made my way to the kitchen. I prepared their meal and wasforced to eat alone in the kitchen. I did the dishes, cleaned the countersand entered the living room to see what else was expected of me.Chapter 13Working Girl”You need to shower and shave. Tomorrow is a work day,” explained MistressLisa. “You’ll find a set of clothes in your closet to wear. Remember,though, you’ll be wearing your lingerie under your suit. Special lingerieat that.”They also had to work the next day so everyone retired early.Alone in my room, I removed my clothing and slipped into the ballet lengthnight gown awaiting me. It had a lace bodice with a low scooped back thatreleased into a full sweep of a skirt. I slipped the hipster panties overmy still sheathed crotch. Fortunately, it had a opening that allowed me topee. I slipped into the bathroom and relieved myself, then crawled into thebed and slept like a baby.The alarm rang at 5:30 a.m.They both came into the room to ensure I got up.”I know you didn’t take your shower last night because I didn’t free yourtiny cock and balls,” smirked Mistress Ellen. “Come here and I’ll releaseyou.I held up my nightie while she pulled down my panties, inserted a key intothe lock and loosened the straps. The release of the pressure made me feelweak. My knees buckled, but, I managed to keep my balance.I took a quick shower and returned to my room to dress for the office.Mistress Lisa called me back to the bathroom and applied a light coat ofmakeup on me and just a hint of blush.”Just to remind who and what you are,” she said.Mistress Ellen handed me what I was to wear under my suit. It was a whitesatin and lace bustier that hugged me like a second skin after she fastenedthe hook and eye front closures. She removed the bra straps, but not thegarters. White lace topped stockings covered my legs. I attached thegarters and pulled on the matching panties.The outline of my lingerie was barely visible under my T-shirt and dressshirt. I pulled on my slacks and put a pair of socks over my stockings. Theshoes actually felt strange after days in high heels.They drove me to work in my car and dropped me off in front of my office.”Pick you up at 5 p.m. sharp,” they shouted as they drove away.Unfortunately, the girl I was currently dating arrived at about the sametime. She was visibly upset when she saw me climb out of the car.”Wasn’t that Ellen driving your car?,” she asked.I told her that Ellen’s car broke down and asked for a ride. “She offeredto make a few stops for me, so I let her use the car.””I thought you said you were through dating her,” Kayla stated.”Believe me, Kayla, I assure you that I’m not dating her.”Kayla accepted that and walked into the building with me.As we started to climb the steps to the third floor offices, she stopped meon one of the landings and kissed me passionately.”Missed you this weekend,” she said. “I especially missed your cock.”She rubbed her hand on the front of my trousers. I swelled quickly to apulsing erection.”Ooohhh, it feels like it missed me too. Maybe I should take it out andgive it a welcome home kiss,” she said reaching for my zipper.I pulled away quickly, reminding her that we were due at a meeting in fiveminutes. She knew I was right. However, she told me I would have to make itup to her at lunch.Concentrating on work was virtually impossible. It was impossible to ignorethe feel of the stockings caressing my legs and the panties rubbing againstmy member. It strained hard against the silky fabric. So hard, in fact,that I had to spend most of the day behind my desk hiding my arousal.”How was I going to handle Kayla,” I wondered.About an hour later, Kayla walked through the doorway, closed and lockedthe door, and announced that it was time for me to show her how much Imissed her.In seconds, she was stripped to her bikini panties. She sat herself on theedge 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 wereaway on business?””Believe me, I was busy almost every waking minute.””Let me tell you how I spent my lonely weekend.”She started by saying that she had visited her folks Friday and Saturday.”I got really lonely and horny Sunday evening. Seeing that you weren’taround to help me, I decided to take care of myself.”Her face took on a dreamy look as she began describing her activities Theyincluded a vibrator, dildos and masturbation. While she was talking, shewould rub herself through her panties. The more she talked, the larger thewet spot on her panties grew.”And then I inserted the vibrator,” the words trailed as suddenly put bothhands between her legs, opened her mouth and moaned, “God, how I neededyour dick!”She then leaned back on the desk, pushed aside her crotch covering andburied two fingers in her cunt She was soaking. Her fingers pumped in andout. Her juices began to drip down her leg. Seconds later, she started toshake her head back and forth. She crammed her free hand into her mouth andlet out a scream, literally convulsing as she reached her climax.After a brief rest to catch her breath, Kayla sat back up on the desk andstated, “That should have been you inside me.”She stretched out and placed her legs on my shoulders. I had no choiceexcept to focus on her crotch. Kayla locked her ankles behind my neck andliterally pulled my face into her crotch. I knew what to do with my mouth.I surely had enough practice over the past few days.She reached her first orgasm in seconds. I wouldn’t stop. I kept eatingher, first through her panties, then with them removed until she begged meto stop.”Wow,” she exclaimed. Her nude body was stretched out on the desk. I couldsee her loins tremble from the intensity of her orgasms. I knew I wouldn’thave to perform any more this afternoon. I helped her off the desk and intoher dress.With shaking legs I carried her out of my office, a glazed look on herface.”Maybe I should let you go away more often. I just love these welcomes,”she said huskily.My panties were soaked from that sex-charged hour. Kayla hadn’t discoveredmy secret. I wondered how long I could keep it from her.Mercifully, quitting time arrived. As promised They were waiting for me atthe curb.Chapter 14True ConfessionsMistress Lisa stepped out of the car to allow me to sit between them. As Islid over on the seat, one of them asked how my day had gone. I respondedthat It went just like any other day at the office.”I have trouble believing that,” said Mistress Ellen. “I saw you going intothe building with that slut Kayla. And I do know that you date her. Used todate her, that is.” “Whatever you wish, my mistress.””Did you tell her about your weekend?””I told her I was kept busy, my mistress.””Good answer.”Mistress Lisa joined the conversation. “Knowing that cunt Kayla as well asI 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 to take drasticmeasures. Did you enjoy yourself with her Dawn.”My silence gave me away.”I guess I’ll have to see for myself,” said Mistress Ellen.She reached into my lap, unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my zipper andfelt the front of my panties.They were still wet. She grabbed my cock and squeezed hard. “Just remember,you little slut, that this belongs to me. No one else. Understand?””Yes, my mistress.””Maybe we should teach Kayla a little lesson,” offered Mistress Lisa.”Let’s invite her to go to the party with us Friday night and take care ofher little problem””Good idea,” replied Mistress Ellen. “Of course, little Dawn here will comein handy, if you’re thinking what I’m thinking.”Mistress Ellen countered, “You got it.”Chapter 15Party TimeThe rest of the week was pretty uneventful. I did my chores and serviced mytwo dominant room mates nightly. Fortunately, Kayla was called away formost of the week to work on a special project and I was able to pretty muchavoid her sexual advances.She came into my office Friday with a curious look on her face. “You’re notgoing to believe this one,” she said. “Your ex-girlfriend Ellen invited meto a party tonight. At first, I wasn’t going to go. But, then she said shehad a few secrets about you that she wanted to share. So I told her I’d bethere.”She put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear. “I’ll miss youtonight. Besides, it serves kaçak iddaa you right for abandoning me last weekend.”Her hand cupped my crotch and squeezed gently. She felt me respond.”Maybe we can sneak in a quickie before I go back to work,” she said as sheplaced my hands on her pert little breasts. I could feel her nipples hardenthrough the thin material of her blouse. As usual, she wasn’t wearing abra.A voice crackled over the intercom.”Your next appointment has just arrived. Shall I have them wait?”Kayla grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled my groin tightly against hers.”Let them wait!””I can’t. They’re important clients.””More important than feeling my hot pussy stretched around your cock?”She continued to grind against me and squeezed my buttocks even harder.”Just remember, you slut, that this belongs to me. No one else.” The wordsof my mistress echoed loudly in my memory.”I’m sorry, Kayla. These are not the type of people to be kept waiting,” Isaid as I freed myself from her grasp.”Neither am I! I might just try to find myself someone interesting at theparty ,” she retorted in a huff and stormed out of the private entrance tothe 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 meansall you’ll have to do is serve the food and be available for whatever elsewe decide. They even paid the rent for your maid’s outfit. Isn’t thatgreat?””Yes, my mistress.”We stopped at the apartment long enough to clean up and change for theparty.After applying my makeup for me, they retired to their rooms to change. Asusual, my clothes were laid out for me.They emerged from their rooms dressed identically in skin-tight,leather-look bustiers with metal studs and a front zipper. Each was alsowearing a black mini skirt of the same material.Covering my normal lingerie consisting of corset, slip, panties and nylons,I wore a blue two piece dress. It buttoned in the front and had paddedshoulders. The short (as always) skirt zipped up in back.Mistress Lisa handed me a small suitcase and an overnight case.”Your outfit and everything else you need is in these bags. Let’s go,” saidMistress Ellen.We were the first to arrive.They exchanged hugs and kisses with Marty and Etta.Marty told Mistress that Kayla had accepted the invitation to attend theparty.”This will be a night she never forgets,” beamed my mistress.”I’ll take Dawn in back and help her get ready,” offered Marty.”Be my guest,” answered Mistress Ellen. “She’s at your service.”Once in her bedroom, she had me open the cases and remove the clothing. “Irented this outfit and you had better put it to good use.”The black satin maid’s outfit was a complete ensemble. It included a bra,garter belt, seamed stockings, satin dress, apron, cap and two crisp fullpetticoats. I stripped out of my dress and lingerie and put on my outfit.The petticoats made the satin skirt stand straight out.While I was dressing, she told me where everything was and how and when toserve the food. “When you’re not busy, I want you at my side. After all, Iam the hostess. Don’t worry, Mistress Ellen has given me complete chargeover you this evening. That is until she’s ready to deal with Kayla.”I followed Marty to the den and remained near her. When the guests startedto arrive, I answered the door, took their wraps and hung them in thecloset. All the guests were women. Attractive, young women.Kayla arrived last. As I took her jacket, I tried to avoid her eyes. “Don’tI know you from somewhere? You look so familiar,” she inquired.”No, mam,” I whispered in response.”Maybe you worked at one of my mother’s parties.””I don’t think so, mam.””Oh well, whatever.”She dismissed me and entered the room. To my surprise Mistress Ellen andMistress Lisa both warmly welcomed Kayla. They both gave her tight hugs anddeep kisses.To my even greater surprise, Kayla responded openly. I saw her tongue dartinto Mistress Lisa’s mouth. They held their embrace for a long time.”What else don’t I know about Kayla,” I wondered.Marty informed me that it was time to serve drinks.Carrying a tray of champagne glasses, I circulated around the room of about20 sexy females. The more they drank, the more familiar they became witheach other — and with me. As I passed among them, a number of them wouldmake petticoat checks, reaching under my satin skirt to pinch my butt. Afew of them actually reached under and stroked my cock, keeping me hard andbegging for relief. I knew then that most knew who I was and why I wasthere.There was a sense of electric anticipation in the air. Most of the guests,when not fondling each other, seemed to direct their attention to MistressEllen and Kayla. Something was brewing.”Could I have your attention please,” shouted Mistress Lisa.She announced to the gathering that Kayla was the guest of honor for theevening.”Kayla is another women who has been neglected by her boyfriend and hassought our companionship in her hour of need. Kayla, my dear, I assure youthat after tonight you will no longer be interested in your boyfriend.”Mistress Ellen interrupted her partner stating, “Kayla, I know what a slutyou are. My ex-boyfriend is now my room mate. I saw you hitting on him theother day. Believe me when I tell you that he is mine for as long as I wanthim. You have no say in the matter.”Kayla, never one to be undone, asked, “Just what the hell have you got thatwould make him want you over me?””Control, you dumb bitch. I have complete control over him.””I doubt that!””You were invited here to see the control I have. Before the evening isover, I will have the same control over you.”As she finished those words, Mistress Lisa, Marty and Etta grabbed Kaylaand wrestled her to the floor. She was quickly put into restraints and aball gag was forced into her mouth.The fear in her eyes reminded me of my encounter with Mistress Lynn.They pulled Kayla to her feet and stood her up against a wall. There wereeye hooks sticking out of it. The hapless lady was effortlessly fastened,spread eagled to the wall. It looked as if she were nailed there.”Come here, Dawn,” commanded Mistress Lisa. “I want you to undress thisbitch for our inspection.”I approached the captive Kayla, still averting her gaze and began toundress her. “Time for a little revenge,” I thought to myself. A look ather young, tall athletic body reminded me of the hours of pleasure we hadspent together. The fear of the unknown, coupled with her totalhelplessness, showed in her eyes. She was wearing a pure silk camisole. Itsparkled with silver sequins and bugle beads. It d****d over a pair ofnylon stretch jeans. Its body molding fit showed off her perfect ass, hipsand legs.Tentatively, I reached for the camisole. Kayla tensed, realizing that herassets would soon be bared to this large group of onlookers.I took the bottom and began to raise it up. Her breathing quickened. Hersmooth belly quivered as I inched it higher. This time she was wearing abra. It was a sheer, lace underwired bustiette with a hook and eye front.Her pale skin served in perfect contrast to the wicked black covering.After the camisole was pulled off over her head, a few of the onlookerspushed me aside and began to fondle Kayla’s breasts through the sheer lacebra material.Kayla began to squirm. At first I thought it was out of fear. But, then thethought crossed my mind that Kayla would enjoy this amount of attention.Who was really in control?Mistress Lisa asked her friends to retreat from their advances so that Icould finish Kayla’s unveiling. As my hand approached her waist band, herstomach continued to quiver. In anticipation, or fear? Only Kayla knew thatanswer.I unbuttoned her pants and ever so slowly lowered her zipper.”Hurry up, bitch,” shouted Marty. “I think we’re being too easy on Dawn,Ellen.” said one of the ladies. “Make her lower the zipper with her teeth.””You heard her, Dawn. Take your teeth to that zipper,” commanded mymistress.I immediately went to my knees and moved my face toward Kayla’s crotch. Igrabbed the fastener between my teeth and began to pull it down. The muskyodor of her crotch attacked my senses, making me want to bury my face inher bush. When her zipper was lowered, I reached up and pulled open herpants. A set of panties that matched her bra came into view. The laceflared out over her hips, again highlighting the paleness of her flesh.I reached behind her and cupped her buns as I began to work the pants downher legs. I had to remove her shoes and momentarily release her legrestraints in order to slip off the tight nylon. It was as if I wasunpeeling a layer of protective skin.Stripped to her lacy underwear, Kayla was a picture of innocence. Even Iknew better than that.”Shall we inspect our slut guest? We must see if she is worth the attentionof our lowly maid Dawn,” said Mistress Ellen.All the women converged on Kayla. I stepped back to watch. There wasn’t asquare inch of her body that wasn’t being touched, pinched or probed by theparty bunch.Kayla strained against her restraints. She couldn’t avoid any of thefondling. Her head fell back and her eyes closed tightly as she surrenderedto their inspection.Hands opened her bra and pulled it off. Kayla’s pert little titties stoodhigh and proud, her nipples swelled to almost an inch in length.”Warm her up for us Dawn,” shouted Mistress Lisa. “Show us how good you arewith your tongue.”Mistress Ellen took me by the hand and led me back to Kayla. Marty joinedmy mistress and they forced me back to my knees in front of Kayla.The group formed a semicircle around me. Many of then were already playingwith themselves or with one another. I buried my face in her pantied crotchand began to suck the love juices from her panties. While doing that, Ipushed aside the lacy crotch of her panties and slipped a finger into herdripping pussy and began to massage her clit.Her slender body began to move in time with my motions. Her nostrils flaredas her breathing deepened.Two fingers wormed their way into her love canal. My thumb continued towork on her clit. Her hips began to push her crotch against my face.”Eat out that nasty cunt’s pussy. Only a maid would find pleasure eatingout a sleazy slut like Kayla.” yelled Etta.I complied with her command and crammed my face into her pussy. I couldhear her moans, even through the ball gag. I licked every crevice of hervagina. My tongue encircled the opening of her vagina and occasionallydipped inside. I pulled back. Kayla arched toward my tongue. My tongue wasreplaced with four fingers buried in her snatch. My tongue sought out herclitoris and begin licking at her core. She bucked hard against the wall aswell as my face as my fingers probed deeper and my mouth worked over herclit. The licking, sucking and finger fucking was driving her wild.Her pussy contracted tightly around my fingers. She screamed into her gag.It was a gut wrenching orgasm. Fluid dripped from her as I removed my facefrom her crotch. I made it a point to lick her clean.”Bravo. Great show. What a mouth,” shouted the group.I looked up into Kayla’s eyes and noticed something the others didn’t. Hereyes were sparkling. Then I remembered her words as she left my office –“I might just try to find myself someone interesting at the party.”Was everyone using me for their pleasure?I was afraid that Mistress Ellen may have met her match.But then — the night was still young.Chapter 16Turnabout is Fair PlayThe party moved to Marty’s bedroom.Kayla was temporarily freed from her restraints and lead to the room. Fourof the girls pushed her face down onto the bed. Fur lined cuffs wereattached to her wrists and ankles. It looked like they were breaking awishbone as she was spread-eagled, the cuffs attached to the bed posters.Mistress Lisa had carried the overnight case in with her. She opened it andhanded me her riding crop.”Pull down her panties and spank her real good, Dawn. If we don’t thinkyour doing it right, you’ll take her place on the bed,” said MistressEllen.I ran my hands over Kayla’s ass a few times before I pulled her pantiesdown just below her cheeks. Her butt tensed as I ran the handle up and downher crack, almost slipping it into her moist pussy.”Dawn’s really getting off on this,” remarked Etta.”Whip her ass, bitch. I’m losing my patience,” ordered Marty.I raised the crop and lashed at her ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! The sound ofthe leather against her bare buttocks filled the room. Kayla’s ass wasturning beet red as I continued. Her crotch tried to grind its way into themattress as I continued my assault.Smack! Smack! Smack! Her screams were muffled by the gag.”Look at those tears. The cunt is really crying I don’t think she can takemuch more,” remarked one of the onlookers.”Keep whipping, Dawn,” yelled Mistress Lisa. “This should teach her to messaround with my roomie’s possession.”Possession! Is that all I was? I realized that I was being punished as wellas Kayla. They planned to publicly humiliate me while I administered theirwrath on Kayla.Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! I continued my thrashing of Kayla’s perfectbuttocks.Finally, they allowed me to stop. Kayla had fainted from the beating. Herred cheeks pulsed from the heat of the smacks. She was limp and motionless.While she was out, pillows were forced under her belly, elevating her ass.It presented a tempting target for a deep penetration of either — or both– holes.”Come over her Dawn. We need to prepare you to invade her ass and pussy,”said Marty. She pulled a harness out of the case and commanded me to liftmy skirt and petticoats. My dick was straining hard against the material ofmy panties.Two of the guests attached the harness to my hips and legs. All of this wasaccomplished over my panties. Their hands stroked and rubbed my crotch asthey prepared me. A latex cock was attached to the harness. It had a normalsized cock and a smaller dick just underneath it. The dildo was designed tofill both holes at the same time.Etta lubricated the dong and led me back to the bed. The women crowdedcloser as I was forced on the bed and made to kneel with my cock pointed ather ass and pussy.”Fuck her back to life and screw her until she passes out again,”instructed Mistress Ellen.Marty took hold of the dildo and helped guide it to the entrances of herholes. Smack! The riding crop whipped across my ass. I jerked violentlyforward, burying both heads deep in Kayla. Her screams could be heard inspite of the ball gag.”Start humping, bitch,” someone shouted.Trying to be as gentle as possible, I began to try to set a slow, easyrhythm in an attempt to not hurt Kayla too badly. Another smack on the asswas my reward. Again I lunged forward.If there was one thing I knew, Kayla loved — it was a good fucking. Iclosed my eyes and imagined that I actually had two cocks and began fuckingher in earnest. My own cock pressed against the base of the dildo and wasagitated by my stroking inside Kayla. I wasn’t sure how long I would lastbefore coming in my panties.Kayla began to move her ass in response to my thrusts. Her screams werereplaced with low moans and grunts. I reached around her and began totickle her clit. She bucked harder against me. I knew it wouldn’t be longbefore she came again. The air rushed out of her lungs as she climaxed andshe dropped down onto the pillows.”Keep fucking,” shouted Etta. “She can take more than that.”I picked up the tempo again. In a matter of seconds, Kayla was meeting meagain, thrust for thrust. She was insatiable. She climaxed again — andagain — and again.The pressure of the dildo was having its effect on me. I rammed rapidlyinto her until she climaxed one more time. At the same time, I could feelmy load moving up the length of my cock and explode into my panties.Exhausted, I collapsed on top of Kayla. They pulled me off her and began totake off the harness.Mistress Lisa was the first to notice my jism filled panties. “The bitchgot off too,” she exclaimed.Marty pulled off my panties, walked around the bed and removed the ball gagfrom Kayla’s mouth. In its place she crammed my drenched panties. A strapwas used to keep the panties in her mouth.”Here’s your dinner, slut,” Mistress Ellen sneered.Kayla opened her eyes. A look of defiance covered her face. She began tosuck the cum out of panties, swallowing all my spent juices. Kayla seemedto be enjoying herself more than her tormentors could imagine.Marty handed me a dry pair of panties. I pulled them up into place.Kayla was released from her restraints. She immediately assumed a fetalposition and seemed to drift off into a fantasy world, her mouth stillworking on the soaked panties.”Dawn, Lay down on the bed beside Kayla. I want your face near her crotchand your crotch near her face. You know, a sixty nine position,” instructedMistress Ellen.Kayla stretched out a bit as she felt my breath on her thigh. Her face washidden below my skirt and petticoats. Marty and Etta approached the bed.They set about cuffing Kayla and I together. My wrists were cuffed to herankles. Marty set about joining my ankles to Kayla’s.”I want both of you bitches to follow my orders exactly,” lectured MistressEllen. “Kayla, I’m going to remove your gag so that you can enjoy thewonders of Dawn’s crotch. If you disobey me, I’ll have all these women takea turn at spanking your ass. Do you understand?”Kayla’s head nodded from underneath my skirt. Her nose brushed against mythigh, sending ripples of pleasure through my veins.”I want each of you to remove the other’s panties with your teeth and theneat each other out. The first one to bring the other to an orgasm will befreed for the evening. The loser will be at our mercy the rest of thenight. Do you understand?”We both nodded our understanding.”Good! Now go to it.”I buried my face in her panties and kissed and licked at her thighs.Quickly, I moved my head up to her waist band as soon as she started tosquirm. My movement cause me to slide up her face.That was a mistake.My panty encased bulge slid into Kayla’s open mouth. After licking my cockfrom its base to its head, she paused, looked into my eyes and screamed, “Ithought that I recognized that pussy eating style. Well, Dawn, your secretsout now. And I intend to see you suffer for deceiving me.”She bit my cock through my panties.”Aaaiiieee!” I screamed in pain. My face fell back in her crotch. Somehow,she managed to capture my head between her thighs in a viselike grip.She raised her head and pushed my panties down with her chin, at the sametime licking the length of my cock as it was exposed. Quickly her mouthswallowed my cock to it’s base. The vacuum she created seemed to literallysuck the juices right out of me.I tried to move my ass and escape her eager mouth. It was useless.Her mouth continued to bob up and down and continued to milk my dick. Icould feel my toes curl and the pressure of my release build.All my attempts to free my face were futile. I was locked in a death grip.My orgasm racked my body.”Oh my god. Oh, my god. I’m going to explode. I’m coming. I’m coming!!!She never let up. The cum shot from my cock directly down her throat. Sheswallowed and sucked. Swallowed some more and sucked me until I wasdrained.Kayla released my imprisoned member and informed her captors, “If you thinkyou taught me a lesson, you’re right. Would you please teach me more abouthow I can train someone to be like Dawn.? I don’t think I’ll be needing aboyfriend anymore.” The ladies all applauded her, and her decision.Chapter 17The Agony of DefeatEtta and Marty untied us. Kayla, in her triumph, was helped from the bedand was rewarded with kisses and hugs from the rest of the women at theparty. She reveled in her victory. Even Mistress Ellen was impressed withKayla’s performance.I was left on the bed, curled up in a ball, physically drained by Kayla’sexpert cock sucking.”Kayla, as the winner, you have earned the right to choose Dawn’spunishment, declared Mistress Lisa. “Do you have anything special in mind?””I most certainly do.” She explained her plan to the guests. Everyone lovedher idea. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear her plan because Kayla hadmotioned her friends to the living room first.Two women entered the room and pulled me to my feet. They tied my ankles tothe bed posts.Still naked, Kayla came into the room. A fine film of sweat made herbeautiful body glisten. She approached me with a long strip of leather inher hands. It had a noose on one end and a metal ring on the other. Kaylalifted my skirt and petticoats. “Hold these up out of the way, Sweetie,”she commanded.She pushed aside the crotch of my panties and pulled out my flaccid member.The noose was placed around my balls and pulled it tight.She then crawled onto the bed, laid down on her back and splayed her legswide, giving me a wonderful view of her swollen pink cunt lips. Kayla beganto finger herself to a new height of arousal.My cock sprang to attention at her wanton sexual display. As soon as itdid, Kayla pulled on the strap. It felt as if my balls were being pulledfree from my groin.”Aaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!” I screamed loudly.Mistress Ellen slipped into the room while I was screaming in agony asKayla continued to pull on the strap while she fingered her moist pussy.My mistress had slipped on the harness and dildo. She joined Kayla on thebed, placing herself between Kayla’s outstretched legs. Even with my visionblocked, I could tell that she was rubbing the artificial phallus againstKayla’s cunt lips. Kayla’s moans gave it away.Looking back over her shoulder, my mistress asked, “Would you like to joinus, Dawn?””Yes, Mistress, very much.””I knew my plan would work,” exclaimed Kayla.The two lovers separated long enough for Kayla to slip the strap’s metalring over Mistress Ellen’s dildo . They then resumed their coital position.The strap stretched to its limits. As it pulled taut, it again felt asthough my balls were being pulled free from my body.”Mistress Ellen aimed the latex cockhead at its target. Kayla arched herhips up to meet the initial thrust. Once Kayla was penetrated, I had tothrust my hips forward to lessen the pain.They fucked wildly until they both climaxed. All I could do was buck myhips in the air while I watched the two beauties fuck away.Mistress Ellen removed the dildo from Kayla’s pussy and pressed it betweenmy lips.”Lick Mistress Kayla’s precious juices from my dick, you slut. Lick itclean.”Kayla released my restraints and pulled me down onto the bed, trapping myface between her strong thighs. Mistress Ellen tied my hands behind myback. I was, once again, rendered helpless. This left my ass available tothem.My mistress lowered my panties. A line of their friends had formed in theroom. They each took a turn paddling my exposed rear with a leather paddle.Kayla forced my face against her cunt.”Eat me, bitch. Eat me until I cum all over your face, you whorish slut.”The paddling ceased. It was replaced by the dildo pressing against my asshole. All the guests took turns working the dildo in my butt while Iconcentrated my attention on lapping at Kayla’s exquisite pussy. Kayla cameseveral times while the guests ****d my ass.Mistress Ellen reached between my legs and began to milk my cock. It didn’ttake many strokes before I came into the sheets.”Sloppy, bitch. Clean up your mess.”My face was forced into the puddle I had left on the sheet. I had no choicebut to lick it up. All the women laughed at me as I slurped up all thejuices, mine, Kayla’s and those of my mistress.”Pack up your bag and go back home,” instructed Mistress Lisa. “Change backinto your two-piece dress and when you get home, launder the outfit thatMarty and Etta were sweet enough to rent for you. Then put yourself tobed.””Have a nice walk home,” said Kayla, “See your sweet buns at work Monday.We’ll see if you ever refuse me again.”They all left the room and returned to their partying. All the activity hadexcited them. As I looked into the room as I was leaving for my long walkhome, they were all involved in an orgy of lesbian lust.Chapter 18Additional DutiesThe rest of the weekend was devoted to cooking and cleaning. Neithermistress required any personal services from me. They seemed to beexhausted from all the activity at the party. In fact, they didn’t returnhome until late Saturday afternoon.Monday morning came quickly. With it came the long ride to work and myfirst encounter with Kayla. I tried desperately to avoid her, but to noavail. I was having a problem with one of my accounts and needed moreinformation. Who was the only person with that information? You guessed it… Kayla. I asked my secretary to summon her to my office.”She said to put you on the line because she had an important message foryou,” my secretary informed me over the intercom.After staring at the phone for a moment, I took a deep breath, picked upthe handset and answered. “Yes,” I answered, trying to sound asprofessional as possible. My bulge began to grow against my panties as hervoice reminded me of the party.”Yes, what?” Her tone was stern and demanding.”Yes, May I help you?””You helped me enough Friday night.””I’m sorry. I don’t think it’s appropriate to discuss the matter over thephone.””We’ll discuss whatever I want, whenever I want. I’ll be at your office in15 minutes. Tell your secretary that you will be unavailable for at leastan hour.””I can’t do that,” I replied.”You will do it,” she commanded. “By the way, Dawn, I want your pants offwhen I get there. Be sitting in your chair in just your pretty panties,stockings and garter belt. You can leave your shirt on. Do you understand?””But, Kayla!””Do you understand?””I understand.””What?””Yes, Kayla, I understand.””Yes, who?””Yes, Mistress Kayla. I understand.””That’s better. See you in a few minutes.”Just as I was about to hang up, I heard a second click. I prayed that mysecretary hadn’t heard the conversation. I buzzed her to tell her that whenKayla arrived that we would be in conference for at least an hour.”I understand,” she replied. “By the way, we need to discuss somethingafter your meeting. I think I may be due a pay raise soon. Don’t you thinkso, Dawn.?”Click!”Oh my God!” She had heard. How would I handle this? I couldn’t fire her.I was interrupted by the sound of the buzzer announcing Kayla’s arrival.”Just a minute,” I shouted into the intercom. Quickly, I moved from behindmy desk, dropped my pants, and removed my socks and shoes. I could hearthem talking outside the door. Their giggles told me that my secretary hadtold Kayla that she knew about the phone conversation. Things were about tochange in my office. Unfortunately, I had no control over how they weregoing to change.”Stacy, you can send Kayla in now.”Kayla entered the room with more confidence than I had ever seen. Shestopped in the middle of the room. Legs spread and hands on her hips, shecommanded me to come out from behind my desk. Humiliated — and at the sametime excited — I rose and came from behind the desk.”Kneel down in front of your mistress, you pansy slut,” Kayla commanded.I dropped to my knees and stared at the floor.”At least you follow orders as well as you give them,” she said.She walked around me and sat in my chair.”Crawl over here, slave,” she commanded.I had no choice but to obey. As I knelt in front of her, she spread herlegs and gave me a view of her crotch.”See anything you like?””Yes, Mistress Kayla.””And just what is it you see?””Your beautiful pussy.””I’ll bet you’d like to fuck me. Wouldn’t you?””Yes!””Yes, what?””Yes, Mistress Kayla, I would love to fuck your pussy.””But, Dawn, that’s impossible.””Why, Mistress Kayla?””Because there’s no dildo handy. We women need to have something to insertin our love canals if we’re going to enjoy a good fucking.””But, I have a cock. Don’t you remember, Mistress Kayla?”She slapped my face and laughed. “Let me see.” She reached into my pantiesand squeezed my swollen cock. “You call that a cock. I’m sorry, Dawn, yourlittle swollen clit just isn’t that big.””But, Mistress Kayla.””Enough of that foolishness. Pull yourself together. After all, this is anoffice.”She informed me that this was a business meeting. She, however, was the onewho was going to conduct the business. “I have some paperwork to do. Crawlunder the desk and eat me while I knock out some of this work,” Kaylaordered.She slid the chair back, giving me room to assume my position between herlegs. She pulled her skirt up to her hips and slid forward in the seat sothat I could begin my licking. I licked my way up the slick lips of hervagina and surrounded her clit with my lips. My tongue teased its tip.”Keep licking, Dawn. I work much better when I’m excited. You may beuseless for fucking, but you’ve got a great mouth.”And excited she was. Her juices ran down my chin as I continued to lick andsuck her sweet pussy.I heard her pick up the phone. I froze.”Stacy, this is Kayla. Would you come in and take a little dictation?””Be right there,” announced Stacy.Kayla told me to keep licking or she would expose me to Stacy immediately.She tightened her thighs against my cheeks.The door opened. I could hear Stacy cross the room and take a seat in frontof the desk. The smell of her ever-tantalizing perfume filled the room.”This will be just a short note for your boss to sign,” Kayla said.The letter read was entitled , New office policy.” It read: “Because of mynew understanding of the value of my secretary, the following procedureswill be immediately implemented.1. A 25% pay raise will be awarded effective with the next pay period.2. A flex schedule will be implemented immediately. The secretary will sether own business hours.3. The secretary will no longer be required to make or serve coffee.”What made him decide to do all this for me?” she asked Kayla.”It wasn’t hard to persuade him at all.””How can I ever repay you?””Just help me keep him in line and keep wearing those sexy clothes. That’sone 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 Stacysheepishly.”Don’t let me stop you.””What about my boss?””Believe me, he’s too busy to interrupt us. Lock the door so we can havesome 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 to lock theoffice door. Kayla slid her chair away from the desk, breaking my contactwith her clit. She turned the chair and beckoned Stacy to come to her. Icowered in a corner as far under the desk as I could squeeze.”Now, how about that kiss!”Stacy came to Kayla, stood between her outspread legs, bent down, andkissed Kayla passionately. I could hear the slurping sounds as theirtongues did battle between their hot, moist lips. Kayla stood up and beganrunning her hands over Stacy’s body. From my hiding place, I could see hercup Stacy’s ass cheeks and pull their crotches into intimate contact.”Ooohhh,” moaned my secretary. She began to grind her crotch against Kayla.Spurred on by this invitation, Kayla unbuttoned Stacy”s blouse. It fell tothe floor in front of me.Stacy”s unharnessed breasts spilled out into view. Her nipples were hardand distended. Kayla lowered her head and began to suck Stacy’s distendednipples.”Ooohhh,” sighed Stacy.”You’ve got such beautiful breasts,” said Kayla. “They’re so full and firm.Has your boss ever sampled these?””He hasn’t tried yet. I do catch him peeking down my blouse when I leanover the desk. Of course, I make sure he gets a good view. It drives himcrazy,” replied Stacy. “Especially when I brush up against him.”All this action and hot sex talk caused me to reach into my panties andstroke my engorged cock.”I’ll bet it does, purred Kayla. “I’ll bet he would like to squeeze themlike this.””Mmmm!””And lick and suck your nipples like this.””Aaaahhhhh!””And bury his face between them.””Ooooooohhhhhhh!””And work his tongue down to your cute belly button.””Mmmm!””And kiss his way down to your hot, moist pussy. Stopping to suck thejuices from your drenched panties before he dipped his tongue into yoursteaming cunt.”Ooohhh,” crooned Stacy. “I always wondered if you went both ways.””Sweetheart, I swing in any direction that brings pleasure,” voiced Kayla.”Why don’t you climb up on the desk so that I can get to that hot pussy ofyours.”Stacy climbed onto the desk. Her legs d****d over the edge in front of myface. Kayla sat back down in my chair and moved it back under the desk. Shereached down, grabbed my hair and pulled my face back into her crotch.”Let’s get these panties off.”Kayla pulled Stacy”s string bikini panties off her and, instead of droppingthem on the floor, d****d them over my head. The wet crotch settled over mynoise. I inhaled deeply and continued to service Kayla’s pussy. Kayla sliddown in her seat so that she could reach her target, Stacy”s exposed cunt.”Now, that’s the kind of kiss I was hoping for,” whispered Stacy, as Kaylaburied her face in the secretary’s bush.”Mmmm,” moaned Kayla, her sounds muffled by Stacy”s quivering thighs. “Sucha sweet honey pot.””Yes! Yes. Lick my dripping honey. Suck my pussy dry,” hissed Stacy. Sheraised her legs and placed them on Kayla’s shoulders. I began to lick andsuck in earnest. Kayla responded by burying her face deeper in Stacy”scunt.”If the boss only knew what we were doing on his desk. What do you think hewould do?””He’d probably wet his panties.”I froze again.”Wet his panties?””Come on, Stacy. You already told me that you overheard our conversation.You don’t have to be coy with me.””Is he really your love slave? How did you get him to be that way? Does hereally wear lingerie under his business suit?””Yes. He’s not just my slave. He’s been trained to serve all women. And ifyou don’t believe me, his pants are over there on the couch”Stacy looked over her shoulder and noticed my trousers, socks and shoes.”You should see him at home. All he wears is dresses and skirts. Neverslacks or shorts,” explained Kayla.”Where is he then?””Under the desk eating my pussy.””Really?”Kayla reached down and grabbed my hair. She pulled me out from under thedesk 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. “Stacyand I will be working closely in the future to help in your training.”Stacy stared at me through lust filled eyes. I could tell that she eagerlywanted Kayla to return to her soul kissing.”My! My! My! Aren’t we something,” Stacy said as she examined my frillyunderwear. She ran her hands across my panties and massaged my swollenmember. She had me turn around and model my lacy underwear. Her handscupped my ass, pulling me close to her. She looked me directly in the eyesand said, “All this time I though you were Mr. Macho Man. Instead you’re apussy-whipped little pansy.”I hung my head in shame.Still staring into my eyes, Stacy addressed Kayla, “What did you say thislittle slut’s name is?””The little sissy’s name is Dawn.””Is Dawn any good for anything, like cunt lapping?””Why don’t you find out for yourself?””I think I will!”Stacy released her grip on my buns, returned to the desk and sat on it’sedge. Kayla approached me, reached into my panties and pulled me by thecock to Stacy.”On your knees bitch. If you don’t bring me to a strong orgasm, I mightjust make you sharpen pencils all day. You’d look really cute out there inthe reception area dressed in only your sexy lingerie,” said my secretary.I knelt between her pillars of flesh and immediately began to kiss, lickand suck Stacy’s pussy.Kayla knelt on the desk, positioning her cunt directly over Stacy”s face.My secretary assaulted her friend’s pussy with a passion.Sucking and slurping sounds filled the room until both women reachedintense climaxes.As they both pulled on their panties, Kayla directed me to sign the lettershe 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 brought you a littlepresent. It’s kind of a remembrance from the party. All the girls pitchedin to buy it for you,” said Kayla.She handed me a gift wrapped package. I opened it slowly.”Hurry up bitch. I have to get back to work and Stacy is going to take along lunch break. She’s going to meet Ellen and Lisa at the club.”I opened the package. It contained a large butt plug.”Slide down your panties,” commanded Kayla.Stacy stepped forward and held the butt plug poised at the entrance to myhole. When she saw that it was aligned with my hole, she rammed the dry,rubber plug into my asshole. The pain was blinding. I couldn’t even screamfrom the shock of the forced entry. Both women laughed as tears welled upin my eyes.”Pull up your panties, you cunt. This is a business. Get dressed and get towork,” sneered Stacy, as the two women left the room arm-in-arm.After I dressed, I returned to my work. The butt plug served as a painfulreminder that my working relationship with Stacy would never be the sameagain.Chapter 19″Copping” a FeelKayla and Stacy leave me alone whenever I am really busy. However, wheneverI have any free time they lock the office and force me to strip to myundies and serve their every wish.Usually one sits out front while the other is in the office.With the exception of business lunches, all my lunch hours are spent attheir mercy. I can’t count the number of times they have made me sit behindmy desk in only my shirt, tie and coat.Beneath desk top level, I would be wearing only my panties, garter belt andstockings while engaged in a meeting with a female client.Sometimes Stacy would even ram a vibrator up my ass before she escorted aclient into the office.A number of my clients are women, many of them very attractive. I neverknow if they are aware of my situation when they enter the office.Stacy has confided my predicament to some of them. A number of them havedone everything in their power to tease me without saying outright thatthey knew I was wearing lingerie under my suits or that my secret washidden from their view by the desk.A few have been bold enough to come around my desk, sit in my lap and askme where I bought my lingerie. On those rare times my suit covered myfeminine attire, a few would ask how I liked the feel of their clothingwhen they sat in my lap.”Don’t you just love the feel of my lace panties,” one said placing my handup her skirt. Another one remarked that she couldn’t wait until the nextoffice party. “This year I might just let you get into my panties. I’m surethey’ll fit you,” she said.All too often, just as they are about to leave the office, they’ll snap mygarter straps as I walk them to the door. Stacy really enjoys her newstatus. The coffee pot has been moved into my office. I make it and serveit to her. Sometimes I have to serve it to my own visitors. Every week shebrings me her laundry. I wash, dry and press it One day she announced thatwe were going out for the evening to a secretary’s club she frequents.After work, she had me change out of my business suit into a wool sweaterand a slim suede skirt. The ladies now keep a closet stocked with dresses,skirts, blouses, wigs and makeup for what they call, “my littleemergencies.”I slipped the skirt and sweater on over my black bra, panties, camisole,half slip, garter belt and silk stockings I had worn under my suit.Fortunately, the building was nearly empty when we left for the car. A fewreceptionists were working late and waved at Stacy as we entered theelevator.It was deserted as we began our descent to the ground floor. Two floorslater –much to my shock — Sean Gent the office’s marketing chief enteredthe elevator. Gent was known throughout the company as the most lecherousemployee to serve with the firm. No woman was safe from his advances.”Hello ladies,” Sean greeted us. His eyes sparkled at the chance to turn onthe charm. “Stacy, you’re more beautiful than ever. You always have thelook of a lady who has just had her most intense orgasm.”Stacy stepped closer to Sean, just close enough for him to breathe in hersensual perfume. “Maybe I just did,” she whispered in his ear as her handslid across his pants.Unnerved, he turned his attention to me. “Your friend here is a sexy thing,Stacy. You should bring her around more often.”My companion informed Sean that I was here every day. “She works for thecompany, Sean. I’m taking her to the club tonight to introduce her around.””What’s your name honey?”I refused to respond.”Her name is Dawn and that’s all you need to know. I suggest you keep yourmeat hooks away. She’s caught the eye of some real higher ups in thecompany.”Sean didn’t give up easily. As Stacy talked he managed to get me againstthe elevator wall. His hand slipped behind me and began kneading my butt.The hand quickly slipped lower and found its way beneath my skirt andquickly slid up my inner thighs to my pantied rear. Before he could workaround to my crotch, he was interrupted by Stacy’s slap across his startledface.”Leave the bitch alone, Gent. All I have to do is drop the rightinformation in the right places and your out of here on your ass,” Her tonewas more stern than it had ever been with me.”You wouldn’t dare, you cunt!””Try me, prick!”Before Sean could respond, the elevator reached the basement. Sean marchedout of the elevator. “I’ll fix you and your stuck-up cunt friend. You’llsee!”Stacy defiantly strode out of the elevator, looked back over her shoulderat me and commanded, “pull yourself together you brazen hussy. I know youwere getting turned on.”I finally found my voice and replied, “No Mistress Stacy. I was too afraidto move.””Just remember who you belong to. I don’t take kindly to other peopleplaying with my toys. And that’s all you are to me — One of my toys,” shestated.”Yes, Mistress Stacy.”She led me to the car and pulled out of the garage into the busy rush hourtraffic. “You’ll really love this bar. It’s a discreet little place wheresecretaries meet to discuss ways to control their bosses. Tonight, I’mgoing to use you as my show-and-tell project,” she informed me.She was so wrapped up in humiliating me that she accidentally ran a stopsign — right in front of a county police car.As soon as she saw the flashing lights in the rear view mirror, Stacy toldme to keep my mouth shut.”I’ll handle this. Pull your skirt up a little bit and don’t say a word,”she cautioned.We pulled over to the curb and awaited our fate. A burly policemanapproached the car. He asked for Stacy’s license and registration. His eyesglued themselves to my legs. Feeling the heat of his gaze, I tightened mylegs together.”Mam, do you have any idea how dangerous it is to run a stop sign?””Yes officer. I’m sorry. It’s just that I was distracted for a second andmissed the sign,” she said, turning her head to look at my exposed thighs.”Isn’t there anything my friend and I can do to avoid a ticket? Maybe wecan put in a little community service time with you and your partner,” shehalf-pleaded, half laughed. Her slit skirt opened up, exposing her longlegs all the way up to her G-string.She placed her hand on the cop’s hand and began to run her fingers in smallcircles on it. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement,” saidthe officer. “The only problem is that my partner is a woman,” he said. Hishot gaze at my mistress’ crotch seemed to set her afire.Stacy pulled his hand to a pert breast as she whispered something to theofficer. He laughed and returned to his cruiser. He was back in a matter ofseconds.”My partner said she would keep an eye on your friend while we negotiatedyour ticket. Your friend will have to ride in the patrol car,” he said.”Dawn, you heard the nice policeman. Go sit in the car with his partner.It’s either that or we get hauled to the station, and I’m sure you don’twant that,” she teased, placing her hot hand between my thighs.The officer came around and opened the door for me. I carefully slid out ofthe seat, tugged my skirt down and began walking to the patrol car Heslapped my ass as I began my trip.When I reached the squad car, the passenger door opened and a voice barked,”Get in!”As I settled down into the passenger seat and smoothed my skirt down, bothcars pulled out and headed to a secluded spot in a downtown parking garage.The patrol car stopped at one end — my mistress parked at the other.I sat quietly with my hands in my lap.”That pig,” spat the police woman. “He’s made a career of trading ticketsfor pussy. You’re lucky that you’re not the one sucking his cock dry rightnow.”I couldn’t have agreed more.She was an extremely attractive lady. Her uniform was tailored to fit asthough it was a second skin. Her breasts pushed hard against the badges shewore. The uniform slacks hugged her every curve.She caught me appraising her body. The tension seemed to lessen as shesmiled at me and said, “I might be wrong, but, you don’t seem to be thekind of girl that goes for bribing men with her body.””You’ve got that right,” I whispered in response. “How about bribing apolicewoman? You’d be surprised how receptive a lady cop can be — and notonly to the men,” she said.”You might be disappointed and take it out on me,” I said.”Let me be the judge of that,” she returned.”I’m not that sure,” I replied.”Let me put it this way, bitch. I can still haul you and your slut friend’sasses in to the slammer. It would be our word against the word of twosleazy sluts. Now who do you think a judge would believe” the lady copsnarled.I was beaten and I knew it. I asked, “What do you want me to do for you?””Lots of things. But, There’s not enough room in this cruiser. Get out ofthe car and go over to that dark corner,” she ordered, unlocking my door.My legs trembled as I slid out of the car and walked shakily on the highheels to the dark corner of the garage. The lady kaçak bahis cop followed close behind.I could feel her appraising my body as I moved unsteadily to my fate.She removed her leather jacket and laid in down on the ground. Then sheremoved her hand cuffs and night stick from her belt.”Put your hand out,” she ordered.I complied and she snapped a cuff on my wrist and twisted my arm behind me.She grabbed my other wrist and cuffed it behind me.”Get down on your knees,” she said as she slapped the back of my legs withthe night stick. I sunk to the ground immediately. My eyes lowered and myhead hung in humiliation. The officer would have none of that. She placedthe stick under my chin and forced me to look up at her.”You’re going to eat me until I cum. If you don’t do well, I may still haulyou in,” she said as she dropped her slacks and panties. Her hands grabbedmy hair to pull my face into her crotch. The force of her grip pulled offmy wig. There she stood, clothes around her ankles, holding my wig as Iquickly buried my face in her muff.”Well, I’ll be damned. I had no idea that you were a drag queen. No wonderyou were so afraid of being arrested. The boys at the jail would have agreat 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 myface deep into he love pot. I began to lick in earnest.”Mmmm,” she moaned as I buried my tongue deep in her pussy. She forced myface tighter to her crotch. My tongue played a gentle tune around and overher throbbing clit.”Ooohhh, you really know how to give head. That’s it. Circle my clitty withyour tongue. I can feel my orgasm building,” she breathed heavily.Her thigh muscles tensed against my cheeks as I continued to lap at her hotcunt. I knew I was getting close to taking her to release when her kneesbegan to buckle.She began bucking her hips and grinding her groin against my face.”Aaaaiiieee. I’m so close. Yes. Yes. I’m starting. Don’t stop. Oh, God! I’mcoming.” she screamed as she reached her pleasure peak. Her screams echoedthrough the almost deserted garage.She quickly regained her composure, pulled on her panties and slacks andsmiled down at me. “That’s some of the best face fucking I’ve ever had,”she said as she pulled me to my feet and led me back to the car. My captorreleased the cuffs long enough to reattach them in front of me.”Assume the position, bitch,” she commanded, pushing me forward onto thehood of the car. My arms strained in front of me and I tried to imitate theposition as I saw it in the movies. “Spread those legs,” she said as sheslapped my outspread thighs with the night stick.My skirt rose — exposing my ass cheeks — as I spread my legs as far apartas possible. Her hands roughly squeezed my buns over my panties. She thenpulled my black hipsters down to my knees. My cock and balls pressedagainst the cold metal of the hood. My ass stuck out for her inspection.”My, my! The jailbirds will love that cute little ass of yours. You’ll makesome brute named “Bubba” real happy to own you,” she sneered and smacked myexposed ass.”Please don’t do that to me. Do whatever you want to me. But, please don’tturn me in,” I pleaded.”Now, don’t cry honey. I’m just going to show you what they would do toyou. It would be stupid for me to give up a plaything like you, when I canenjoy all you have to offer — whenever I want to,” she sneered.”Thank you officer,” I sobbed.Her one hand reached between my legs and squeezed my cock while the otherhand pressed the end of her the six-inch handle of the night stick againstmy ass hole. The stick was highly polished and smooth. It easily forced itsway into my hole.”AAAaaarrrggghhh!” I pleaded with her to stop. “Oh please. I can’t take anymore.””You’ll take as much as I can give,” she said, pushing the handle deeperinto me.”Please! No more. You’re tearing me apart,” I begged.She removed the stick and replaced it with a thin, cold, metal flashlight.It was much smaller and she fucked my ass steadily Her hand continued tostroke my swollen cock.”Oh! Oh! Oooohhhh! I groaned aloud with every piston-like stroke in myhole. “Oh, my God. My God, you’re hurting me.”She continued to slam the flashlight into my ass. I could only squirmagainst the jackhammer thrustsPleasure eventually overtook the pain of my ****.Suddenly, I heard the other patrol car engine start. I tensed against theflashlight. The car began to approach our end of the garage. It stoppedabout 10 feet from us and turned on its lights.Humiliation and shame flooded my senses instantly when I realized that Iwas now part of a show, a show being put on for the benefit of Stacy andthe male cop.The lady cop increased her assault on my ass and cock. I was being fuckedlike a true bitch in heat.Stacy and the male cop applauded my attacker and cheered her on until mycock exploded, shooting cum onto the hood.”Aaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!” My cock convulsed uncontrollably.”Lick up that mess,” she ordered as she pulled the flashlight from my ass.Her hand forced my face into my cum. I had no choice but to lick it up.My attacker placed my wig back on my head, removed the cuffs and pushed meinto Stacy’s car.The two of the “City’s finest” pulled out of the garage and back on patrol.I tried to smooth my clothes into place while Stacy left the garage andcontinued on her way to the club.”I’ll bet you really surprised that dyke police lady,” she said. “You musthave pleased her too …. or else your ass would belong to some prisoner bynow.”Chapter 20Show and TellThe rest of the drive was in silence. Stacy smiled at me from time to time,occasionally stroking my legs Her hand cupped my crotch and gently squeezedmy cock. My panties were still moist from my workout with the policewomanand my member showed no signs of life. Even Stacy’s squeezing couldn’tbring it to life. I was physically and emotionally drained.”Just think, Dawn, the real fun hasn’t even started yet,” she laughed.We parked in a lot about two blocks from the meeting place and walked thecrowded street arm-in-arm toward the club. My slim, suede rose high up mythighs as I tried to walk on the stiletto heels A few drivers honked andwaved at us as they drove by. Stacy made a point of waving back to all ofthem.”I’ll bet some of those guys are so horny that they wouldn’t care that youhave a dick under those satin panties of yours,” teased Stacy. “You haven’thad a real dick crammed into your mouth or pussy yet, have you?””No, mam,” I responded, shuddering at the thought of being violated in themanner.”I may just have to remedy that situation for you. It will make youappreciate 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 women in townsitting on sofas and love seats.”It’s about time you got here,” one of them shouted at us as we took a seatnear the center of the room. Our presence signaled the start of themeeting.One by one, each lady explained how she tortured her boss into submittinginto demands for raises, time off and other favors.They discussed the size of their boss’ cocks, their staying power and theirdifferent tastes in lovemaking. Each secretary seemed to have an insatiablecarnal appetite and each one undoubtedly knew how to use that appetite toget ahead in their positions.Finally, it was time for Stacy to take part in the discussion. “I havediscovered the best way to tame a boss and get him under your totalcontrol,” she announced. “And with the help of my assistant Dawn, I willshow you how its done. Dawn would you come to the front of the room?”I slowly got up from my chair and joined her in the center of the room.”Now, you’ll have to use your imagination and pretend that Dawn is my boss.When our little demonstration is over, you’ll see I have the best method oftaming a boss,” she explained to the gathering.Stacy set the scene explaining that she was in her boss’ and that she wasabout to take control of the situation.I sat at a table and chair that were supposed to belong to the boss.”You know, I’m getting sick and tired of how you treat me. I’m not yourslave you know. The only real reason you keep me around is so that you canstare at my boobs when I enter the room and at my ass when I leave. It’sabout time the tables were switched. If you ever want to sample mytreasures you’ll do what I say.”She instructed me to come around from behind the desk. When I was standingin front of her, she embraced me and started to rub against me.”I’ll bet you’d love to have these hot breasts pressed against your face,”she said as she forced my face into her cleavage. I was almost smothered bythem and the intoxicating aroma of her carefully placed perfume.Her hands cupped my buttocks and pulled me tightly against her. Shecontinued to grind against my crotch.Then she roughly pushed me away and began to remove her clothes. Strippedto her panties, garter belt, stockings and heels, she presented a visionthat created an air of sexual charge throughout the room.She walked toward me, pushed on my shoulders and forced me to my knees.Next, she pressed my face into her crotch.”Perhaps, if you perform well today, I’ll let you touch me again. If not,you will only be able to dream about my sexy body,” she said loudly whileshe pulled down her wispy panties.Instinctively, the tip of my tongue sought out her already distended clit.I lapped at her pinkies cunt flesh. The smell of her fragrant juices beganto fill the room and her hips began to undulate in time to my licking.”Mmmm, yes, eat me, eat me good if you ever want me again,” she said. Icontinued my tongue dance on Stacy’s clit, oblivious to the fact that thecrowd had moved to within a few feet of my display.”Yes, suck me, suck the juices from my snatch.”Her juices oozed from her cunt in a drenching flow. My tongue acted as asponge. Stacy’s body began to vibrate with ecstasy I knew she wouldn’t beable to take much more of my assault on her clit. I continued totongue-fuck her. Her hips undulated against my face.”That’s it baby do it! Oh, yes! Lick my cunt good! You’re making me cum.Soon! Soon,” Stacy cried out, “That’s it, yes, yes … Aaarrrggghhh!” Herknees buckled signaling her orgasm. Still, however, she managed to maintainher position of authority.”Not bad, asshole,” she barked. The crowd cheered her display of power.A member of the group responded, “It’s easy to get another woman to joinyou in a fantasy about enslaving a boss. It still doesn’t prove that youmade it work on your boss.”The rest of the crowd agreed with the lady who questioned Stacy’s abilityand power.Someone would pay for that mistake. I knew it would be me.Stacy pulled me to my feet. I tried to smooth my clothing and looked at mymistress. My eyes implored her not to expose me to this group, many of whomI 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 youright now. Dawn, strip down to your lingerie for me.”Reluctantly, I removed my wool sweater and slim suede skirt.”I have such control over my Dawn that I now keep a closet stocked withdresses, skirts, blouses, wigs and makeup for Dawn’s little emergencies.”The group was growing impatient with Stacy. “So what,” they jeered.I now stood in front of Stacy and her friends clad only in my black laceunderwire bra, panties, camisole, half slip, garter belt, silk stockingsand heels. My wiggled head hung low.”Dawn, please be kind enough to remove your camisole and slip,” shecommanded more than asked.The secretaries caught on immediately.”I can’t believe it. This is actually your boss dressed in lingerie,” saidone of them.My escort motioned for them to see for themselves.One of the ladies came forward and began to inspect me. She ran her handover my body, finally stroking the front of my panties. Unfortunately, Isprang to life at her touch.”My God, it is him,” she shrieked. In order to prove her point, she pulledmy panties down to my knees, exposing my engorged cock to the throng.They all cheered Stacy, who totally enjoyed the attention. She commanded meto pull up my panties and sit in the corner while she explained the finerpoints of feminization to her friends.Every once in awhile, one of the ladies would stray to where I was sittingand taunt me.”Titless Pansy!””Company Stud, my ass!””Sissy Boy!””I’ll bet you’re not even good enough to be a secretary.””How would you like it if I told my boss about you, you little slut?””Next time you visit my office, call ahead so I can meet you in the ladiesroom for some fun first.”A few sat on my lap, teased me, and fondled me. “I’ll bet you’re real goodat (dick)tation,” one whispered.It wasn’t long before Stacy called me back to the middle of the room. Istood in front of the group. My eyes were closed to avoid their spitefulstares.Stacy opened her purse and removed a variety of nipple clamps, butt plugs,vibrators and other instruments of torture.The ladies took turns attaching or inserting the sex toys on and in mybody. They continued to tease and taunt me all the while.The pain and humiliation became almost unbearable. Still, my cock remainedrock hard, pressing against the fabric of my panties.”Would you look at that swollen clit,” one remarked, as she slapped at mystiff erection. My last bastion of manhood shrank into submission behindits satin cover.Soon, the inevitable happened. The secretaries formed a line and forced meto lick all of them to orgasm. My tongue felt raw and coarse after the longoral workout.Mercifully, closing time approached. Stacy ordered me to get dressed forthe ride home.We left the club as the group applauded Stacy.In the car, she told me that I had behaved like a perfect lady.”I just can’t wait to tell Kayla about tonight,” she shouted as she droppedme off in front of the apartment.Tears welled in my eyes as I slowly walked into the building, entered theelevator and rode in silence to my home. Fortunately, everyone was asleepwhen I got there.I dropped, exhausted onto the bed and immediately went to sleep.The next morning Kayla congratulated me on my exhibition at the club.She seems to enjoy my situation more than any of the women I serve. Rarelya day goes by that she doesn’t find some way to humiliate me. Our lunchtime ritual consists of me stripping to my lingerie and sitting on thefloor with my back against the low couch. When she enters the room, I mustput my head back on the soft cushion. She then comes to the couch, raisesher skirt and sits on my face, forcing me to lick her to orgasm. Fullysatisfied, she stands up, smooth her skirt and leaves the room withoutacknowledging my existence.Chapter 21Double DateLisa and Ellen were called out of town on a business trip and Stacyconvinced them to loan me to her for a few days. They packed my suitcaseand dropped me of at her apartment before leaving on their trip. Stacy ledme to my room and then had me clean the apartment. I dusted vacuumed andcleaned house for about two hours before she called me to her room toinform me that we were going out on a date that evening … on a doubledate … with two men.She sensed my fear. “Quit acting like a virgin cunt. I told you last weekthat I thought it was about time for you to experience your first man.Well, honey, tonight’s the night.”Stacy instructed me to take a shower and begin dressing for the date.”I’ll have your clothes ready for you. Take your time, I want you to lookespecially sexy for your date with Sean.””Not Sean Gent, Mistress Stacy,” I implored.”That’s right, Sean Gent.””But why? You hate him and everything he stands for,” I asked.”That’s exactly why. I intend to put him in his place. And you’re going tohelp me. Do you understand?”Yes, Mistress Stacy.””Good, now go get ready.”I resigned myself to the fact that I had better please Stacy or Seanwouldn’t be the only one to experience her wrath. Stacy stuck her head intothe bathroom while I was showering and shaving.”Here. Use this too. I want you clean inside as well as outside,” she saidhanding me a douche bag.I gave myself the rectal douche as commanded and entered the bedroom tofinish dressing. After applying my makeup, I combed out my wig and begandressing. Stacy had selected my evening’s wardrobe. The black garter beltframed my freshly shaved crotch. I slid my black stockings up my legs,making sure my seams were straight, and attached the garters. My pantiesslipped easily up my shaven legs. To hide my cock, I slipped a sanitarynapkin in my panties. I inserted falsies into my bra and bounced them in myhands. They really gave the illusion of pert, bouncy breasts.She had chosen a sheer black blouse, sheer enough to show off my sexy blackbra. I stepped into the mini-slip and pulled on the short red leatherskirt. Pearl snap on earrings, a necklace and bracelets on my wrist and anankle finished off the ensemble. I slipped my feet in the black pumps andentered the den to meet Stacy.She was decked out in a short black dress that was slit up to her waist,red stockings and black spike heels. If she were a hooker, she would havemade a million that night the way she was dressed.While I was admiring Stacy, the door bell rang.”Answer the door, Dawn, We mustn’t keep our dates waiting,” she stated.I quickly moved to the door, opened it and allowed our dates to enter.Sean quickly grabbed me by the waist and planted a wet, sloppy kiss on mypainted lips. He roughly forced his tongue into my mouth. I almost gagged.Thinking quickly, I gently pushed him away and asked, “What’s your hurry,stud. Don’t you know that all good things come to those who wait.” I battedmy false eyelashes at him seductively.Stacy’s date turned out to be one of the company vice presidents. Shegreeted him with open arms and kissed him passionately. They remainedlocked in their heated embrace while I got our purses and walked toward thedoor.”Where are we going, Sean?” I asked.His eyes were riveted on Stacy’s rear. Her dress had risen high enough toexpose her G-string covered loins.”Oh, nowhere special. A quiet dinner. A little dancing and then back to myplace for a nightcap,” he replied, still admiring Stacy’s rear.”Sounds good enough to me. Ready to go?” I placed my arm in Sean’s and ledhim out to the parking lot. Stacy finally broke her embrace with her dateand we climbed into Sean’s car for the ride to dinner.As soon as we were in the car, Stacy was, once again, all over her date.Her performance was even getting to me. I decided to be a little brave andslid across the seat next to Sean.”Boy, that Stacy is one hot woman, I hope you don’t decide to develop anypassion cramps tonight. I’ve been searching the building for you for morethan a week. You’re one hard to find lady,” he said as his hand rested onmy knee.”We’ll see. We’ll see,” I said. I bravely placed my hand in his lap. Hisbulge was already straining against his slacks. For a moment, my hand frozein place. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. Then, I rememberedStacy’s warning .. “I’m going to put him in his place and you’re going tohelp me!” I patted his crotch and returned my hand to my own lap.The drive to the restaurant was mercifully short. We parked in front of thedoor. Stacy and her date composed themselves and we exited the car andentered the eatery.The waiter led us to a far corner and pulled out the seats for Stacy andme. I had never had that done for me. It was actually pleasant beingtreated that nicely.Stacy and I ordered light salads and a bottle of white wine, while ourescorts ordered steak dinners. I quickly downed two glasses of the wine insearch of liquid courage.”I may need this big dinner to keep up my strength for later,” Sean jokedas he slid his hand under the table and onto my thigh.I smiled weakly and turned my attention to my salad. While I nibbled on mysalad and Sean awaited his feast, his hand was busily working its way up mythigh.The drinks began to take effect and I spread my legs a bit to allow himeasier access for his expert fondling.Sean’s busy fingers reached my stocking top. Just as he made contact withmy bare flesh, I clamped my thighs on his hand, fearing his reaction whenhe reached my crotch. How would he react to the sanitary napkin? Even moreimportant — how would he react to what the sanitary napkin was covering?I had to give Sean credit. He was skillful. As soon as he felt myresistance, he snapped my garter against my thigh flesh and got thereaction he wanted. My legs flew apart. His hand slid up to cup my pantiescovered crotch.”What’s this?” he asked, squeezing the sanitary napkin.”Just a precaution,” I replied. “I’m just finishing my period and I wantedto make sure I was clean and fresh for you. Besides. I have other holes youcan stuff later.”To prove my point, I slipped a celery stick between my pursed lips andbegan sliding it in and out. Sean smiled at me knowingly placed the celerydown on my plate and slipped my hand under the table. My fingers found hiszipper and quickly pulled it down. I snaked my fingers into the opening andsqueezed his already rock-hard erection. It felt monstrous in my hand. Thethought of 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 mine andstarted pumping it up and down his staff.I quickly released my grip on his penis, pulled up his zipper and pouredyet another glass of wine. I knew then I needed to numb my senses evenmore.Fortunately, his dinner arrived and he turned his attention, and his hands,to his meal.Stacy and her date steered the post dinner conversation to office gossip.Sean knew it all. If there wasn’t a woman in the company he hadn’t sleptwith, it was probably an accident. He was proud of his exploits.”And they all come back for more, Isn’t that right Stacy?” asked Sean.”Whatever you say, Sean. But, I think that you’re going to find that Dawnis something special,” Stacy replied.A small band began to play what Sean called “belly rubbin'” music. He tookmy hand and led me to the dance floor.Immediately, his hands cupped my ass and pulled me tightly against hiscrotch. I could feel the heat of his erection even through my leatherskirt. In the darkness of the dance floor, he kissed me long and hard. Heslipped his leg between mine, and before the song was over, the pressure ofhis leg and the sanitary napkin on my cock and balls was reallyuncomfortable. I still wasn’t ready to really respond. “Maybe a few moredrinks” I told myself.The band took a break and we returned to the table. Stacy and her date weregone. I nearly freaked.Sean smiled knowingly and said, “I guess they just couldn’t wait anylonger. He slid into the booth next to me and ordered another round ofdrinks. I asked for a double scotch.”Now, don’t get drunk and pass out on me,” Sean warned.I couldn’t be so lucky.A few more drinks. A few more dances. A few more drinks.The alcohol had no effect on Sean. I finally had reached a state where Iwas ready for anything — even Sean.”Time to party, baby. Let’s get out of here and to my place where we canget to know each other better,” he said cupping one of my falsies. Hedidn’t notice anything wrong.Once we were in the car, I became a little frisky. I slid closer to him andplayed with his ear and rubbed his thighs and crotch over his trousers.We finally reached his apartment. He took my arm and led me to the door. Inthe doorway, he again pulled me to him, forced a leg between mine andkissed me deeply. After all that alcohol, I found myself kissing back andactually sucking his tongue into my mouth.He increased the pressure against my crotch.”Mmmm! That’s good. Let’s get inside where we can be more comfortable,” Ipleaded.I knew at that moment that I would suck his cock. But, only if he wouldlater bury it in my hole.Once inside, I quickly moved to one of the couches and asked Sean to pourme a drink. I made sure that my skirt was high enough on my thighs to givehim a view of my garters and bare thigh.Sean poured our drinks, turned off all the lights but one and joined me onthe couch. I never got to finish my drink. Sean was ready. So was I.I kicked off my shoes and curled my legs up on the couch. The squirmingcaused my skirt to ride even higher. Sean had a great view of my blackpanties.His cock threatened to burst out of his slacks He put his arm around myneck and pulled my face to his. I opened my mouth willingly this time. Histongue slid deep into my mouth. Sean liked to call French kissing “upperpersuasion for lower invasion.” And he was pretty persuasive.His hands found their way to my breasts. He began kneading my falsiesthrough my blouse. Before I could stop him, he had my top three buttonsopen and was cupping my bra cups. Thank God for the darkness.I needed to divert his attention elsewhere. It was time to take mattersinto my own hands, literally.”Whoa, lover! Slow down. We’ve got all night. Let me help you of thatsuit,” I breathed heavily into his ear. A few licks of his ear lobe and alittle neck nibbling convinced him I was right.Getting up off the couch, I took Sean’s hands and pulled him to his feet. Islipped his jacket off and began to unbutton his shirt. I felt him inhaledeeply as I traced my painted nails across his bare chest, occasionallypinching a nipple. His shirt soon joined his jacket on the floor.Sean stood completely still, hypnotized by my attention.As my hands sought out his belt buckle and zipper, I lowered my head to hischest and sucked one of his nipples into my mouth. I held it between myteeth and gently bit it. Just like a woman’s, his nipple began to hardenand swell. The same attention was paid to the other one.”Oh yes, baby! That’s it. Suck it in. Suck it hard. I’ve got something alot bigger than that waiting for you,” he gasped pressing my head lower.Once his slacks were open, they immediately fell to his ankles.Prolonging the inevitable, I fell to my knees and removed his shoes andsocks before pulling his pants off. I was afraid to look up at his crotch.I could feel the heat of his arousal as his hardon throbbed above me.Sean was growing impatient.”Come on, Dawn. I know your dying to slip those moist lips of yours aroundmy cock. It wants you too. It wants you really bad,” he said.I was dying all right. I was dying from fright — the fear of sucking whatlooked like a telephone pole into my mouth.Taking a deep breath of fear and resignation, I raised my head to face myfate.”Pull down my shorts baby. release my cock, Dawn. It wants to fill yourhole — all your holes,” he said.I reached up and tugged on his waist band. My hands pulled his underweardown. As the material uncovered his swollen dick, it sprang free and proud,sticking a full nine inches in front of his crotch. It was massive. Itlooked like a giant redwood towering out of a forest.I looked at it in amazement. But not for long. Sean placed both handsbehind my neck and guided my face to its target.In order to keep my balance, I cupped his butt in both hands. This excitedhim even more. Without any more warning, he rammed his blood-gorged memberpast my lips and half way down my throat. I had to fight hard to keep fromchoking.It was hot in my mouth, nothing like the cool latex dildos. This thing hada life of its own. In order to tame it for awhile, I clamped my lips on itand began sucking at a slow pace.”I knew those lips would feel great locked on my cock. Suck me off, Dawn.Suck it all in,” he moaned.It seemed to grow even more as I gave my first blowjob. I thought I wouldsurely choke on it. Its head was massive.He moaned as I tried to take it all in.”Relax your throat. You can take it all, “he groaned as he rammed deep andhard into my mouth. The length of his staff was buried. I could feel hiscrotch hairs tickle my face. His balls bounced against my chin.The dick worked up and down my throat like a piston. My head bobbed up anddown on his tool. I reached up and began to fondle his balls. I slipped afinger into his asshole at the same time.Sean was now in a frenzy.”That’s it Dawn. Suck me hard. Squeeze my sack. I can feel my loadbuilding. It won’t be long,” he moaned.Removing my finger from his ass, I slipped my hand under my skirt and intomy panties. I stroked, pumped and rubbed my cock in unison with the rhythmof my cock sucking.My date was too lost in his own pleasure to notice me masturbating myselfto my own orgasm. His hands were glued to my neck, forcing my mouth up anddown his turgid staff. His saliva-soaked cock moved easily across my pursedand sucking lips.Suddenly, his thighs began to tense. His orgasm was rapidly reaching itspeak.”It’s coming, Dawn. I hope you’re a swallower. I’m going to fill your mouthwith my load. Suck it up my rod, Dawn. That’s better. More suction. Moresuction.”And suck I did. I could feel his load start its trip up his rod. Sean triedto hold back. I bobbed faster, sucking at his core.His entire body shuddered as he screamed out his release.”I’m coming! I’m coming. Oh, Oh! I’m coming!”He held my face tightly against his crotch. My lips were sealed against thebase of his cock. Semen poured into my mouth and down my throat. He seemedto spew his seed forever. I gulped and gulped. But I still couldn’t swallowall the semen fast enough to keep it from seeping out between my clenchedlips and down to my chin. The vacuum I had created kept him rigid in mymouth for moments after his release. Nature, however, ran its course andhis cock began to shrink between my lips until it simply slid out. Even inits shriveled state, it was a large cock. I wanted him hard again. Hardenough to fuck my ass.But, it didn’t look like my fantasy would become reality. Not for a while,anyway. Completely drained, Sean fell back onto the couch and drifted intoa deep sleep — drained him of his strength as well as his seed.While he rested, I poured myself a fresh drink to wash down the salty semenaftertaste in my mouth. My panties were moist from my pre-come fluid thatwas a result of my masturbating. I needed release too.Judging from the shape Sean was in at the moment, it would be a long timebefore he would be “up” to servicing my needs.Could I risk pulling down my panties and beating my own meat? What if heawakened and found my hand pumping my own cock to orgasm?My thoughts drifted to Stacy. Why had she left? Where had she gone. How wasshe going to “fix” Sean?Stacy was right about a few things. Taking on Sean and his monster cock wasreally no big deal. I felt no guilt. It was just another sex act. Sean justhappened to have a real cock instead of a rubber one. So what?The silence was broken by a key being inserted in Sean’s front door lock.The door opened slowly. Who could it be? To my surprise and delight, it wasStacy and her date.She ran up to me, hugged me and then looked down at Sean’s sleeping form.”I always told you that you gave great head, Dawn,” Stacy squealed. “I hopeyou didn’t suck the life out of him. It’s time for a little payback.”Questions poured out of my mouth, …”Where did you go? Why did you leaveme?” What happens next?””Actually, your pleasure and Sean’s humiliation,” responded my mistress.She explained that they were in the next apartment and had filmed theentire evening’s events.”We need to hurry. The camera is still running and I still want to get somemore hot action on film to use against him.”Sean’s wrists and ankles were quickly placed in restraints While Stacy’sdate got Sean ready for whatever was in store for him, Stacy joined me onthe couch.”You were really great, Dawn. I’ll bet you were really turned on! Let mecheck out your panties. I’ll bet they’re soaked,” she said.I spread my legs wide so that she could feel my wetness. They were reallydrenched with pre-cum fluid.”Wow! You really are hot! Don’t worry, honey. You’ll be taken care of realsoon. You can ditch that sanitary napkin, too.” Stacy had a really wickedsmile on her lips.I heard yelling coming from another room. It was Sean’s voice. He wasupset.Stacy led me to the bedroom. There we found Sean tied to a chair.”What the fuck are you trying to pull? Cut me loose right now, you cunt,”he screamed at Stacy. “What was this … a setup?””You got it, dude!”A look of terror crossed Sean’s face.”As usual, you were your normally selfish self and had Dawn suck you offand then ignored her needs. You look great on tape too. She must have agreat mouth. I’ve never seen so many expressions of pleasure on a man’sface before.”The captive Sean nodded in agreement. He told Stacy that I gave the besthead he ever had.”But, that leaves us with a problem. Poor Dawn’s panties are soaked and sheneeds 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 preferhe eat you out, or fuck your tight hole?””I want him to fuck my ass, if that’s OK with you, Stacy.”Whatever you request, Sean will be glad to oblige. Won’t you Sean,” Stacyreplied, glaring at he helpless captive.”It doesn’t look like I have any choice,” he barked back, struggling at hisrestraints.”That’s the first smart thing I’ve heard from you in a long time,” Stacyspat back.I was getting caught up in this drama.”He doesn’t seem too excited by this. What’s the chances of our adding alittle excitement for him? I hope you still have that two-headed dildo inyour purse. Maybe we can have some fun in the process,” I said to Stacy,hoping my idea met with her approval.Stacy smiled at me while she fished in her handbag and produced the latexdong. She took my place in front of Sean for a moment. Mymistress/secretary parted the slit in her short, black dress, exposing herred stockings, garter belt and G-string. She kept her skirt parted andcommanded Sean to pull down her G-string with his teeth.Sean had no choice but to obey. Nobody understood his position better thanI.Her hairy crotch was inches from his face.Stacy handed me the dildo and told me to place it in Sean’s mouth so shecould mount it.It slid easily into Sean’s mouth. I pressed it in deeply against the backof his throat. “Relax your throat, baby. You can take it all in,” Irepeated his earlier instructions.My mistress spread her cunt lips and edged closer to Sean. I watched herpussy envelope the cock a little bit at a time.She slapped Sean’s mouth. When he opened it to scream, she stepped back,freeing it from his mouth.”He got it wet for you Dawn. That was really nice of him. Are you ready forit now?” she asked.”Just a second.”I turned my back to Sean and began to undress. First came the blouse. Theskirt and mini-slip came next.Calmly, I walked to the foot of the bed, pulled down the back of mypanties, bent over and offered myself to Stacy.”Let’s show him we don’t need a man’s dick at all, Dawn. Besides, we knowthat this cock will stay hard until we get off. Not like our buddy Sean!”Stacy enjoyed mocking her prisoner.As she approached my hole, I reached back and spread my cheeks to give hera clear shot.My breath quickened in anticipation of her entry. The dominant beautyplunged the dildo deep inside me and began to slowly stroke my rearpassage. I spread my legs even more as she worked the dildo. Her pelvispushed against my rear as she buried the instrument of our pleasure. Shepaused for a few seconds to allow me to get used to the cock, then began aslow, rhythmic pumping into my receptive sheath.I decided to help Stacy receive more pleasure. On one of her down strokes,I clenched my muscles down on the dildo, trapping it my hole. Now she couldride it to orgasm.”Ooohhh! Ummm! Well, Dawn, you really are becoming a considerate lover,”she said as she began to slide up and down on the shaft.Sean watched in amazement as we continued to fuck ourselves to orgasm.”Eat your heart out Sean! That little dick of yours is only a little toyfor our amusement,” Stacy said.All I could say was, “Mmmm! Ooohhh! Aaahhh!”Stacy had slipped a hand around my hips and had begun to pump my cock. Iswelled quickly in her fingers. I clamped tighter on the dildo. Stacy rodethe dildo and pumped my cock.Our cries of pleasure filled the room.”Yes, that’s it! Pump harder. I’m coming! I feel it now. Ooohhh! Ooohhh!Yesssss! I screamed my release and shot my load onto Sean’s satin sheets,Now it was Stacy’s turn to get off!”Aaaiiieee! Soooo Gooooood! Now! Now! Yesssss! Yes!”Our flesh met as our bodies rested. The dildo was still lodged in ourholes. Neither of us wanted to move. We were unwilling to give up thefeeling of fullness in our love canals.Sean continued to stare in disbelief.”Does poor Sean want to play too?” Stacy asked him while she removed thedildo from my hole.She played with his erection, causing him to become even more excited.”Oh, yes. I really want to pump my meat into Dawn’s ass just like you did,”he pleaded. Stacy turned her attention to me. “Is that OK with you,” hepleaded. I know I can’t measure up to the dildo.””I know,” I said, “I’m just curious to see if you know how to use thatthing.” I whispered to Stacy, “besides that, you know I’ve never had a realcock in me.”Stacy laughed. “That’s right. You’re still a virgin in some ways. Are yousure you want Sean to be the one to break your cherry?””He’s here. I want it. If he’s as good as I’ve heard, it might be worth theexperience,” I replied.Stacy’s date came back into the room and removed Sean’s restraints.Sean quickly ran up to my resting form and slipped his cock into my welllubricated hole. It slid in easily.”Uuuggghhh!” I grunted at his unexpected penetration. His hands grabbed myhips and he began methodically fucking my ass.While I began to pick up his rhythm, I heard a loud scream escape his lips.”Aaaiiieee!”Stacy had managed to sneak up on Sean and roughly buried the dildo in hisass. His scream was not one of pleasure. It was pure pain.”Everybody gets fucked in this party,” Stacy shouted. “Relax Sean, your asswill get used to my strokes.”She was right, of course.Sean concentrated on fucking me and blocked out the pain of his own ****.In his excitement, he slipped his hands from my waist to my crotch. Hishand finally made its discovery. He removed it as though he had touched ahot stove.”What the fuck. You’re a fucking man. I’m fucking a fucking guy.””And you’re loving every second of it, you asshole. And I have it on tape,”announced Stacy triumphantly. As she finished her sentence, four peoplestrode into the room. I knew them all too well. And I knew all too wellwhat was next for Sean.Mistresses Lisa, Ellen, and Kayla were led into the room by Mistress Lynn.”Hello Dawn. You’re looking better than ever,” my first mistress said.”Thank you, Mistress Lynn. You’re as beautiful as ever. How may I serveyou?”My reply pleased her.”Not tonight honey. Tonight, we are going to initiate Sean into our veryexclusive club. You had better run along home. Take Sean’s car. He won’t beneeding it.”Stacy pulled Sean out of my tight hole and they restrained him to the bedposts.As I walked through the door, I realized that by Monday, Stacy would haveher very own love slave and I would have a new friend. Her name would beShawn.Chapter 22The Shopping SpreeMy life at home can be equated to that of a live- in maid. I see to theneeds of Lisa and Ellen. I cook, clean and iron.. I draw their baths,sometimes washing and drying their lithe bodies. Sexually, I am like one oftheir many sex toys. They use me when they are in the mood. Otherwise, I amleft pretty much to myself.Whenever we throw a party or attend one, I wear my maid’s costume and caterto the whims of all the guests. This is usually the only time, except whenI make them angry, that I am forced to wear any restraints. I guess itserves to others as a symbol of my servitude to them.I have really become accustomed to my new role and doubt that I would tryto escape my situation. Most of the everyday pressures have been takenaway. They pay all the bills and keep up our home. All I have to do is workand do those few domestic chores I’m assigned to do.The greatest benefit of all this, of course, is being exposed to so manywomen and having the opportunity to sexually satisfy them in a number ofways I never knew existed.My wanting to please them has become so intense that I can now orgasmwithout my cock being stroked or enveloped in a woman’s pussy or ass.Yes, the excitement of cross-dressing in public is a definite turn on.Having women talk to me as if I were just “one of the girls” has given me akeen insight into their wants, needs and innermost feelings and fantasies.The biggest disadvantage is that they control my every waking moment.Whenever I rebel, they humiliate me to the point that I become even moresubservient to them. “Them” has grown to about a total of 20 women whoactively affect my life inside our home and at the office.My days of being dominated turned into weeks, then months. I couldn’t evenescape this mental and physical captivity at work. Kayla and Stacy saw tothat.My Dominas enrolled me in aerobics classes and a private ballet class. Allthis exercise, plus the sexual gymnastics they put me through, resulted ina 40 pound weight loss and about four inches off my waist.Other than the lingerie they made me wear, nothing I had (masculine orfeminine) to wear fit any more.”Well, Dawn, it seems your exercise program is reaping its rewards. You’vereally slimmed down from a fat old cow to a trim lady,” announced MistressLisa.I blushed in embarrassment. It did feel better to have lost the weight, nomatter what the reason.”I think we should reward Dawn with a shopping spree. She must get tired oflooking in her closet every day and thinking that she just doesn’t have athing to wear,” laughed Mistress Ellen.The three of us piled into the car and drove to the mall. I, of course, wasdressed fully as a woman.My two escorts stopped numerous times to talk to friends, introducing me astheir new roommate, and inviting them to visit our home.When we entered the first boutique, they led me directly to the lingeriesection.”Don’t be shy, Dawn. If you’re going to feel sexy, you have to look sexy,”whispered Mistress Lisa.Now that I had shed the inches, it was easier to buy a wider variety oflingerie.My partners totally enjoyed themselves as they selected my undies. Theybought me fancy hipsters, bikinis, string bikinis and tap pants. Everythingwas silk, satin, nylon or lycra — no cotton whatsoever. Cotton isn’t sexyenough for you,” said Mistress Lisa.The panties, bras, garter belts, teddies, camisoles, nightgowns andstockings presented no problem. I did, however, have to try on the corsetsand other body shapers. If they had two-way mirrors in the dressing rooms,I’m sure they were surprised to see my erection sticking out of my bikinipanties as I tried on each item.Finding shoes that fit turned out to be no problem at all.By this time, I was feeling a little silly because of all the attention Iwas receiving. Whenever I tried on a pair of shoes, I was sure to spread mylegs wide enough so that the sales clerks got a good view of my panties.A few of them began to feel their way up my legs while helping me step intothe heels and pumps. I began to get really excited from all this touchingand feeling. First it was the sales girls smoothing the dresses over mychest and crotch. Then the shoe sales people looking up my skirt or playingwith my legs.We spent the entire afternoon trying on lounge wear, sleep wear, dresses,skirts, blouses, evening gowns, even a bridal ensemble. They even treatedme to a collection of accessories, including jewelry, belts, hats andhandbags.Everything, with the exception of the wedding gown, was black or red. Thenext stop was a beauty salon where I was treated to a facial, manicure andpedicure. Since it was a private salon, my wig was removed and my hair wasrestyled in a unisex cut. The next two hours were spent in makeup and skincare classes. The beauticians fussed over me like I was a celebrity. Theypoured me glass after glass of champagne while they worked their magic.I noticed that I was the only customer and that the shades had been closed.Really thankful that no one could just walk in, I relaxed and began toreally enjoy the attention.”Well, Dawn, we’ve paid for all of this today. It’s time that you showedyour appreciation by giving these ladies the tip,” said Mistress Ellen.”But, mistress, I have no money for a tip.””That’s not the kind of tip we want,” said one of the beauticians as shestrapped my arms to the chair and bent it almost completely back. “We wantthe tip of your tongue.”I heard the sound of zippers being lowered and then the rustle of clothesbeing removed as the beauticians began forming a line at the head of thechair.For the next two hours, I licked and sucked the entire beauty parlor staffto an orgasm. My face was engulfed by blonde, brunette and shaved pussy.Their juices ran over my face until I thought I would truly drown in theirnectar.The experience proved too much for me and I came violently in my panties.Mistress Lisa spotted my wet panties and informed me that I would later bepunished for coming without permission.With the chair pulled back and my legs in the air, my skirt had risen to mywaist, exposing my frilly panties. “We really should do something aboutthose cunt hairs sticking out around Dawn’s panties,” said the beauty shopmanager. “Why don’t we throw in a free pussy shave since Dawn was such agood tipper?”Before returning the chair to its upright position, my panties were removedand one of the ladies shaved my entire crotch area smooth.I almost came again as one lady held my cock and another handled my balls,moving them out of the way of her razor.Mistress Lisa then slipped a butt plug in my ass and handed me a fresh pairof panties.”This should teach you to satisfy yourself without permission, you littleslut,” she said.I was then let out of the chair. As we left the beauty shop, one of thegirls shouted, “Come back and see us again Dawn. We love working for tips.”

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