fido knew we were having a party….but he had no idea the plans I had made regarding him. As usual, I had the Kinky Caterers take care of all the minutia of the party, so I could flesh out the details of breaking my dog. We had been together for a number of months, and it was time for his testing – this party would determine if his training had taken. I had him, kneeling, in the corner, blindfolded with his hands cuffed behind him. he could hear my instructions to the caterers and the guests arriving; all the Ladies and their boys and a couple of Masters with their subs as well. As I welcomed them in, I quietly reminded them of the plans for the evening, especially Michael and Marc and their roles this evening. I had those who were interested; go fondle fido as I knew that would make him feel uneasy – other hands grabbing his balls, testing for heft, tightness, fullness, and size. I shoved his face down into the carpet pushing his ass up, so they could be a better grip on him. Knowing his obsession with leather, I had asked all the dominates to wear leather gloves. I knew the smell…the feeling would get him in a more ‘eager to please’ mindset. I saw Lady Carissa shoving her finger in his mouth, making him suckle her it. It had the desired results; I could see fido’s cock trying to get hard. Too bad it was in the cage. He squirmed and whimpered around her finger, but it did no good, his cock wasn’t going to go anywhere. She popped her finger out and then around to his back. Since his saliva had wet the glove it was perfectly ready to invade his little ass. She covered it with another glove and as she gently slid it in all the way, he moaned. fido knew not to attempt to reject it and being bound and on his face negated his even thinking about it. She pumped it in and out a couple of times making him used to it. We had played this way several times, but not knowing who was in his ass was troubling for him. poor fido….. She pulled it out and fido thanked her, as he had been coached.
As the evening progressed and others came and went to play on the equipment, I kept Fido on a short leash. I could tell that he was perfectly happy cuddling my boots. Finally, only Michael and Marc were left. I ordered fido to show them his boot worshiping skills. I had him start at the soles of my boots. Licking them, cleaning them with his mouth and tongue kept us entranced. Watching him on his knees, cleaning my boots, made me wet. Pulling his leash short, I guided his face into my pussy. Wrapping my hand around the back of his head and bringing my leather-clad legs around his shoulders, I pulled his face in tight against my dripping wet pussy. Licking and sucking fido lapped up every drop of my pussy juices. Riding a rolling tide of sensations, I rode his face harder and harder. Michal, seeing that I was close to cumming asked if he could fuck me. Seeing that he was only semi-hard, I pulled fido’s face away from my pussy and I ordered him to open his mouth…. I kissed him long and deep holding his head tightly. I turned his head and whispered, “We’ve only started training, but I want you up suck this cock – DO NOT embarrass me” fido crawled closer to the cock in front of him. I grabbed his head with my leather-covered hand and turned his face. fido could smell the leather and it triggered something deep inside, he wanted to please me in any way he could. “Yes, Mistress,” he said. Stroking Michael’s cock with one hand I pulled fido’s face into Michael’s groin. he gave it a tentative lick at the base and licked then it again. fido could feel my hands in his hair, holding it tight, I pulled his mouth to the tip of the cock. he licked the tip, it started to grow. Knowing that I was proud that he had gotten a response, fido licked again, it stirred… I held the hardening cock in one hand and guided it to his mouth. fido knew that this WAS going to happen, he opened his mouth widely to take the thickening cock inside…. I knew that fido was humiliated sucking cock, but I also knew that his need to please me was greater. Keeping my hand on the back of fido’s head, I forced Michael’s cock deeper. As Michael’s cock just got thicker and harder, fido knew better than to dare displease me in front of my guests… so he took it. “fido, you’re such a good boy; you’ve made that big thick cock hard for me!” I exclaimed. fido knew that what he was doing was going to make Michael’s cock ready for me to stuff in my pussy. It made him very, very happy to suck Michael’s cock harder and deeper even to the point of gagging. I pulled fido off Michael’s cock; spread my legs, and felt the results of fido’s hard work sink deep in my pussy. I pulled fido to me and kissed him passionately. I told fido to lay his head next to mine, ass up, so he could feel how hard are real man’s cock could thrust into my pussy. he, of course, did. After watching Marc stroke his cock, I let him know that as a bonus for fido making Michael’s cock hard, he could have fido’s ass if he wanted. As Marc sank his cock into fido, I told him to spread his ass open so Marc could go deeper. fido moaned, knowing he couldn’t escape…. it felt…. full… tight… stretched. Besides seeing the shame and helplessness in his eyes, I knew that this was a first for fido. I kissed him & stroked his chest as he felt me getting fucked by Michael. fido knew I was closer to cumming from his being ass-fucked; it helped ease the tightness. he was also happier knowing that this was what I wanted him to do. I was well pleased with my dog. His obedience to my wishes gave him my favor. I came hard screaming and grinding my pussy against Michael’s thick beautiful cock. I looked at my dog; he was pitiful; feeling that hard cock thrusting in and out of his ass, knowing that I could stop it and chose not to. fido whimpered and bucked as Marc pulled back, grabbed his hips, and unloaded streams of hot cum in his ass. Marc gasped heavily and collapsed on fido’s back. Marc’s orgasm triggered Michael’s. Pounding my pussy, brutally thrusting, Michael orgasmed; shooting deep inside me. When Michael’s breathing calmed, I looked at my dog and let him know that, once again, it was time for him to clean my pussy. I knew this was something that had never happened with my dog, but I also knew that he was going to do it. It was his job, as my dog, to do as I wished. And I wished for him to clean my pussy. I pulled him closer with his leash. I told Marc and Michael, “look, what a good dog I have! He’s going to clean the cum of a real man out of me, as a good dog should.” fido crawled to my pussy, pushed his face in and started to lap up our comingled cum. Nuzzling and slurping he licked my pussy. All that attention made me start squirming again. I grabbed fido by the hair and ground my pussy against his face. Wrapping my booted legs around his neck, I came again; smearing pussy juice all over his face and down his chest. Breathing heavily I pulled fido down and he fell in a happy heap on my boots.
The Goddess had been strict in Her instructions. Before entering Her presence, I was commanded to shave off all my facial hair and body hair, giving special attention between my thighs. I was also required to clip my fingernails and toenails. Because the night’s activities would require my total feminization, I was required to assemble a slutty Female disguise for myself. I was also required to obtain (at my own expense, of course) a hotel room for this coming Saturday night, in the sleaziest hotel in the red-light district. The Goddess stipulated that the room must face the street. She gave me a padlock and told me in advance how I would be required to use it. Of course, She kept the corresponding key. At my own expense, I purchased a steel footlocker of the necessary size and a length of steel chain. I was also instructed to bring along my wireless mini-phone, which attaches behind my ear and is small enough to be almost invisible.
I complied with all of Her instructions. As soon as I checked into the hotel room, I set off all the components of my Female disguise, including wig and make-up. I took all my cash out of my wallet and placed the cash on the table, then put my wallet (containing my I.D. and my credit cards) in the footlocker. i put my house keys and my car keys on the table too. Next, I took off all of my male clothes. When i had stripped entirely naked, i did what the Goddess had instructed me to do next. i put every piece of my male identity — my clothes, shoes, credit cards and my I.D. — into the footlocker. Then i closed the locker, winding the chain through its handles and through the pipes of the hotel room’s radiator. i clicked the padlock into place. Now my male identity — including my male clothes — was securely padlocked into the steel box, which was locked to the radiator. The Goddess had the only key. i had to trust that She would bring it tonight.
i followed the next instruction that the Goddess had given me: i took a shower with scented body oil, to remove my male odor and leave my skin soft, hairless and smelling as Girly as possible.
There was a knock at the door: a special familiar knock. Swiftly, i admitted the Goddess. She looked as cruelly beautiful as always, but She had intentionally changed Her make-up and hairstyle from Her usual look. If She were seen with me during my public feminization, no-one would recognize Her.
The Goddess went directly to the table, confiscating all my cash without counting it. She snatched my keys, and dropped them into Her purse. Then She greeted me with a hard slap to my face from Her leather-gloved hand. Knowing that, on this occasion, it would not be appropriate to kneel, i meekly stood naked in front of the Goddess — turning around and raising my arms as She commanded — while She satisfied Herself that i was indeed smooth, soft and hairless.
The Goddess had brought along an old-fashioned nurse’s cape, draped over Her arm. Perhaps She intended to slip into this cape if the evening became colder.
She had brought a slave harness and several dildos because She wanted me to experience a cock inside my sissy-cunt throughout this encounter. Now my eyes widened in horror as Her gloved hand reached into Her bag and extracted a huge latex cock, 12 inches long and 4 inches thick. Seeing the terrified look on my face, the Goddess laughed: “Maybe you will take this one some other time, Sissy. For tonight, I want you to be able to walk with a cock inside you. So perhaps little Pee-Wee here will suffice.” The Goddess reached into Her bag again, and took out a smaller dildo: a mere 8 inches long and 3 inches thick. For now, this dildo was merely placed on the bed … well within my sight, so that i would know what was waiting for me.
She put me into the slave harness … tucking my male baubles between my thighs, then yanking the leather crotch-strap backward between my legs and pulling it painfully tight until my crotch was now absolutely flat, with no vestige of male bulge. The leather crotch-strap was lined with waterproof latex and had a grommeted hole in case i needed to urinate … but, as the tiny padlocks clicked into place behind my back, imprisoning my tucked genitals, i knew that — until further notice — i would not be capable of using a urinal. (The Goddess might require me to BECOME a urinal, but i would not be USING one.)
The Goddess put me into my corset, lacing it painfully tight until i was wasp-waisted and i could only breathe in faint gasps. The lower half of the corset fit snugly over the upper half of the slave harness, preventing the harness’s removal. Next, the Goddess helped me to get dressed in the rest of my slut costume: black stockings, attached to the garters on the bottom of my corset. A black leather miniskirt, slit on both sides, with a belt cinched around my waist. Black knee-high boots. The Goddess had stipulated that these boots must-have stiletto heels at least 4 inches high, so that i would be able to walk in them but not able to run. If I encountered trouble tonight, i could not run away from it. The Goddess took from Her purse two slim anklet chains with tiny steel padlocks. She slipped a chain around the ankle of one of my booted feet, tightened the chain, then locked it , then did the same with the other chain and my other ankle … so that i would not be able to take off the high-heeled boots.
my slut costume included a black long-line bra with 46DD cups. “One of these days, I’m going to make you get breast implants, you filthy little slut,” vowed the Goddess as She tucked DD-sized latex falsies into my brassiere cups. A leather collar encircling my throat reminded me of my slave status. i had brought along a pair of black satin elbow-length gloves to assist in the feminization of my arms … yet, oddly, the Goddess seemed entirely unconcerned with my arms, as if this portion of my female disguise would not matter.
She commanded me to sit still — i was grateful that i was not yet wearing Her dildo up inside my sissy-cunt — while She applied the make-up and false eyelashes to me, transforming my face into a slutty parody of Female beauty. Then She picked up my wig, and She inspected the long flame-colored tresses approvingly: “I see that My little slut is going to be a redhead tonight. Very good.” i put on a wig sock over the small amount of short male hair on my scalp, then the Goddess fitted the wig to my head and adjusted it, using hairpins to attach the inner cap of the wig to my wig sock. She carefully clipped my wireless mini-phone to my right ear, then adjusted the long flowing red tresses of my wig to conceal this. i noticed the Goddess’s personal wireless phone on the table, alongside Her purse.
Last but not least: “Now take a deep breath and bend over, you little sissy,” the Goddess instructed while She lubed up her dildo. Ignoring my whimperings, the Goddess crammed Her huge cock into my sissy-cunt, then padlocked it into the anal grommet at the rear of the slave harness. That dildo was now firmly inside me and would remain so.
The Goddess had told me in advance what i was to expect: now that i was totally feminized, She would escort me downstairs to the street, then outside. She would follow from a safe distance while i was to walk around the block once, dressed as a cheap street-walker and tottering helplessly in high heels, in the red-light district on a dark Saturday night. If anyone approached me or threatened me — thinking i was alone on a dark street, with no witnesses — the Goddess would blow a whistle loudly. After one circuit of the block, the Goddess would let me back into the hotel, then escort me back upstairs to this room … where She would reward me for my obedience after my brief taste of public feminization as a street-walking slut.
The hotel had no elevator. i had difficulty walking down the stairs in four-inch stilettos, especially with my waist tightly corseted and a dildo crammed inside me. i had to walk sideways, my huge fake double-D breasts jiggling in my bra. The Goddess gently took my arm with one hand, Her nurse’s cape draped over Her other arm as She gently guided me down the stairs. Several real hookers — some of them with johns — passed on the stairs, and laughed at me. i tried to use my arms to keep my balance, but the Goddess ordered me to put both arms behind my back and keep them there. i knew better than to disobey.
At last, She brought me to the ground floor and the hotel’s entrance. i tried to take a deep breath despite the corset, knowing that in a moment i would be exhibiting myself in public completely sluttified. i was still holding both arms behind my back. Suddenly, i felt gloved Female hands seizing my wrists, and i heard a metallic “click-click”. The Goddess had handcuffed me!
“Oh, I forgot to tell you, you filthy little slut: I’ve made a slight change of plans,” purred the Goddess as She carefully draped Her waist-length cape over my shoulders, then fastened it around my throat. i caught a glimpse of myself in a nearby wall mirror: the cape was open at the front, exposing my huge breasts and corseted waist, but the cape concealed my handcuffed arms behind my back! i was now feminized, but the Goddess had confiscated my arms … and locked a dildo up my sissy-cunt!
Just when I thought that my humiliation could not get any worse, the Goddess took a small object from Her purse and clipped it to the top of my corset, directly underneath my huge breasts. As I tried to look down to see what it was, a long strand of flame-red hair from my wig fell in front of my eyelashed eyes. But I could still see the object that the Goddess had attached to me: beneath my huge breasts and above my corseted waist, i was now wearing a plastic sign with bright red glowing L.E.D. lights that formed the words FREE BLOWJOBS!
“Have a busy night, you filthy slut,” laughed the Goddess, shoving me out into the street and closing the door behind me. It didn’t lock, but without my arms I couldn’t open it anyway. Through the closed door, the Goddess hissed at me: “Walk over to that lamp-post, then wait for further instructions. Remember to wiggle your ass like a good little slut. Do as I say, or I walk out of here with your male clothes and keys.”
Teetering in stiletto heels, i inched my way across the pavement past a couple of hookers. As they stared at me, i noticed that one of these street whores was definitely a Shemale: maybe the other was, too.
As i approached the lamp-post with my best slutty walk, i heard the voice of the Goddess in the earpiece underneath my wig: “Very good, you filthy slut. I’m back upstairs now, in the bedroom with your clothes. Maybe I’ll let you escape back into them if you do as you’re told. Now listen carefully, slut.”
I stood under the lamp-post in the chilly night air, shivering in my skimpy slut costume and trembling in humiliation and terror at my helplessness. As I listened to the voice of the Goddess in my ear, I stared straight ahead at the view across the street from the lamp-post: a filthy dumpster in a dirty alley.
“Here are your orders, slut,” the Goddess commanded me. “you’re going to stroll back and forth on this block, wiggling your ass like a whore and always staying where I can see you from the window. If you leave My sight, I will walk out of this hotel room and take your clothes, your keys and your I.D. with Me.”
I must have whimpered because I heard the Goddess chuckling in my ear. “As you’ve probably noticed by now, slut, not all the whores working this particular street are genetic Females … so I really don’t care if you pass for Female or not, because the men who visit this neighborhood don’t care either. Now pay attention, whore: walk back and forth and wiggle your ass, and remember to stick out your tits. I hope that my big cock up your sissy-cunt feels real good. Do NOT let those big tits of yours cover your sign, advertising-free blowjobs. Each time a man approaches you, EVEN if he is a policeman, you will walk up to that man — trying to make yourself look and sound as slutty as possible — and you will offer him a free blowjob. I will hear your voice on this phone line, and I will expect you to speak in a Female voice or at least a decent attempt. When you offer to give a free blowjob to a total stranger, I will allow you to ask — in a Female voice — that he wears a condom, but any man who wants to fuck a dirty whore like you without a condom is entitled to do so. If any man asks why you want him to wear a condom while you suck him off, you are required to tell him — in a Female voice — that you are a dirty whore, and you have a disease. If the guy wants to fuck your pussy instead of getting a blowjob, tell him you’re having your period. If the guy wants anal, tell him you have a yeast infection in your ass but your mouth is open for business. If any man agrees to accept a blowjob from a dirty whore like you, then you will kneel down right there in the street where I can see you, and you will suck him off while I watch from upstairs with binoculars. I will expect you to be a good dirty whore, and bring the blowjob to completion. Too bad you won’t be able to use your hands. Naturally, I will expect you to swallow … and then you will thank your “john” afterward. Be grateful I don’t expect you to curtsey, especially with that huge cock up your sissy-cunt. I suppose that kneeling while you wear handcuffs and getting up again afterward, won’t be easy … but that’s your problem, not Mine. If anyone of your “johns” decides to take you somewhere else for his free blowjob, you will go with him and give him what he wants. Remember that you are the whore here, and you do as you’re told. I will keep this phone line open, so I’ll be able to hear the whole thing if some guy puts you in his car and drives you out to the highway underpass for his blowjob. Too bad I didn’t bring a webcam. After you’ve swallowed your john’s load, you will have five minutes — walking in high heels — to get back under the lamp-post where i can see you … or else I leave, and I take your male identity with Me. While you’re sucking cock, try not to smear your lipstick. Too bad you won’t be able to wipe your mouth, without any hands.”
The Goddess chuckled again while She continued whispering Her evil plans into my ear from a distance: “I think I’ll start you off tonight with giving free blowjobs to just FIVE total strangers, to remind you of what a dirty little slut you are. Maybe next week, I’ll bring you back here and make you suck off TEN guys. Wait a minute: black men have bigger cocks, don’t they? And I’m told that they taste funkier. If you suck off a black man, I’ll give you credit for sucking TWO cocks.”
By now the Goddess was laughing outright while She gave me my orders: “It will probably take you at least half an hour to give blowjobs to five total strangers, even on a busy Saturday night. If you need to pee, i will permit You to relieve yourself the same way that the “working girls” do it while they’re turning tricks. you will cross the street, go behind that dumpster, squat, spread your thighs to lift your skirt, and then you will pee girly-style. While you pee, I want to hear your voice on this phone line as you confess that you are squatting to pee because you don’t have a penis. Too bad you won’t be able to wipe yourself afterward. When you’re finished, return to this side of the street and get back to giving out free blowjobs. For your sake, I hope the other whores don’t find out you’re giving away for free what they’re trying to sell: they might get mad at you. Most of the whores in this neighborhood — including the Shemales — work for pimps. I wouldn’t want to be in your position when the local pimps find out there’s a free-lance whore giving blowjobs for free.”
i heard the laughter of the Goddess in my ear while my feminized body trembled and shuddered. This was NOT what i had consented to experience. This was supposed to be the quick, sudden thrill of one fevered walk along a public street in Female disguise: a swift brief taste of public feminization, then a speedy escape back into the safety of my familiar male identity. Not this!
The Goddess had deceived me. Tonight, i would be experiencing the role that SHE had ordained for me: a street whore, totally helpless and without the use of my arms.
The dildo that was shoved up my sissy-cunt and locked into place was thick and hard: reminding me of what i could expect to be feeling shoved down my throat several times tonight.
There was a car parked two blocks away from me. In the darkness, i could see my feminized body reflected in the car’s windshield … thanks to the bright red lights of the FREE BLOWJOBS sign i was wearing, visible across that distance.
i was terrified. i desperately needed to pee: the tight corset i was wearing, and the huge dildo inside my rectum, were both constricting my bladder. If i could lessen that pressure, i would be in slightly less pain.
Tottering in high heels, i slut-walked across the street towards the dumpster. As i approached it, a whore suddenly stood up behind the dumpster, straightening her miniskirt. She saw me, and burst out laughing. Blushing in shame, i stepped behind the dumpster as she went back to work. i would have felt slightly less humiliated at this moment if at least i could have whipped out my watering-hose, to do my business in traditional male fashion. But i would be pissing girly-style now.
There was a puddle of piss and shit behind the dumpster, but not enough room for me to avoid it. Completely feminized, i proceeded to squat and spread my thighs so i could piss like a whore. I relaxed my bladder, and my piss — not a proud male gusher, but a thin girlish trickle — dripped out from between my thighs. Remembering the command of the Goddess, I spoke in a feminized voice while i made my feminized piss: “i am squatting to pee because i don’t have a penis.”
i finished at last and stood up. my miniskirt was askew, but my handcuffed arms could not adjust it. As i moved away from the dumpster, tottering in high heels, a very tall prostitute rushed past me and shoved me aside. “It’s my turn now, bitch,” she told me, while she stood behind the dumpster. “Get back to work, girl.” As she spoke, the hooker lifted her skirt, whipped out her enormous cock, and started to piss. She was a Shemale!
“You want some, bitch?” asked the Shemale, aiming her cock at me while she pissed in my direction. In my ear, i heard the whispered voice of the Goddess: “Stop staring at that lady’s cock and get back to work, before I decide to make you give HER a blowjob! No, wait a minute, slut: I have a better idea.”
Not daring to disobey, I stood trembling and feminized while the Goddess gave me my next command: “While that whore has her cock out, you will look her directly in the eyes and tell her that she has a penis but you don’t. you will maintain eye contact while she replies.”
Too terrified to disobey, I glanced at the Shemale whore’s immense cock … then I looked into her eyes, and I confessed: “You have a penis, but I don’t,” I said, blushing in shame.
“Well, then I guess that I’m a better man than you are,” said the Shemale, putting her cock back inside her skirt, and adjusting it.
“Very good, you dirty whore,” said the cruel voice of the Goddess in my ear. “Now, get back to the lamp-post and start turning tricks. Remember to wiggle your ass.”
Trembling in fear and shame, I obediently hurried away from the dumpster … my high heels clicking loudly as I slut-walked towards the lamp-post.
Several street whores were staring at me and laughing, and a couple of them were whispering to each other behind their hands. Suddenly, one of them looked up at something behind me: “Oh, snap! Look who’s coming!” she told the other prostitutes. “I know these bad-ass dudes … and I won’t take them! They like to damage the merchandise!”
Quickly, the prostitutes scattered. I turned to see who they were running away from. Strutting toward me were two huge muscular black men, dressed in gaudy clothes and long leather coats: the traditional uniform of pimps! They had already seen me … and I could not possibly run away, in the stiletto heels that were padlocked to my feet. A night breeze fluttered the cape I wore, briefly exposing my handcuffed wrists and revealing that I was totally helpless in my feminization.
One of the two black pimps — the one who was taller, brawnier and gaudier than the other one — beckoned to me with one hand, while his other hand fondled the bulging crotch of his jeans … and began to unzip it. “Yo, white bitch, come here,” he said, looking right at me. “I got somethin’ for you, bitch.” I heard him whisper to the other black man: “Go get my stretch limo. We’re takin’ this white bitch for a ride. Maybe we’ll test-drive her, then she can work for me.”
I whimpered, utterly helpless. In my ear, I could hear the laughter of the Goddess: “Looks like you’re going to be busy for a while, you sissy-slut. I wonder what your new pimp will say when he finds out you’re built to take only TWO cocks at a time — one at each end — not THREE. Maybe he won’t care that you don’t have a vagina, as long as your other holes work. Maybe he’ll have you modified, and by this time tomorrow, you’ll HAVE a vagina. Anyway, you go run along with your prom date and have fun.” The Goddess chuckled as She spoke: “I’m going home now, slut. you won’t be needing these male clothes anymore, or your keys and I.D., so I’ll just take them with me. Remember to swallow!”
I was late. Hurrying, desperately trying to find the restaurant, a stranger in a strange land. I had gotten turned about coming out of the train station and walked in the wrong direction.
Ah, there it is, the shiny rabbit Pub. I hastened through the door and saw Eve sitting at a table. I rushed over to her apologizing,
“I’m sorry for being tardy, Miss.”
She rose from her chair, turned slowly, stiffened her back, held her head high, and swung her right arm catching my left cheek with a stinging slap. With her left hand, she slapped hard against my right cheek. Two loud, bruising bitchslaps to my face. I was shocked!
The buzz of voices in the room came to a hush and many eyes turned toward us.
“I . . .I’m sorry . .”
She cut me short with a cruel look in her eyes. Then she smiled thinly, pensively. Our audience held its collective breath. She spoke so the pub patrons could easily hear her admonishment. Not loud but stern and imperiously.
“You made two mistakes, stupid boy. You will never keep me waiting even one minute and you will never address me in a fashion other than Goddess no matter where we are. Now, if you are truly sorry and do not wish to irritate me further, you will apologize properly, on your knees.”
“Here? Now?”
“Ohhhhh…..” from the Pub’s patrons.
Her expression turned icy and she said not another word but willed me with her demeanor to sink slowly to my knees before her on the gritty Pub floor.
A murmur came from the patrons, some giggles, and a few rude comments at my expense. Even applause.
My face was red and hot with humiliation.
“Gutless lad, hey? Hahar!”
“Can’t be much of a man to let ‘er nibs smack ‘em about like that.”
“If you wish to spend this weekend with me as planned you will kiss the toe of my right shoe and apologize for your tardiness. Then you will kiss the toe of my left shoe and apologize for your poor manners. Get on with it, worm.”
The crowd rose from their tables and encircled us for a clear view. Applause, hearty laughter, and insulting remarks rained down upon me as I completed each abject apology.
Goddess snapped her fingers once and turned toward the exit. I jumped to my feet to follow her, departing with raucous laughter, cheers, and contemptible jeers cuffing my ears, my face red from embarrassment and bitch slaps still.
“Arsehole!”
“Pussy boy.”
“No man, that’s certain.”
Goddess bade me to lie down on the rear floor of her car. She chastised me all the while she drove.
“I will not have my neighbors to see me with your pathetic arse.”
“I apologize, Goddess. Really and truly, I am sorry.”
“Shut the fuck up, you silly sod. I intend to train you to be an instantly, compliant slave. Although I have my doubts you are worth my trouble. You will suffer some harsh pain. I assure you of that.”
Inside her home, in the lounge, Goddess commanded me to undress totally. She sat me in a straight-backed chair and shackled my wrists and ankles so I could not move.
“I’m going to bed, slave. I will deal with you tomorrow. Think about what delicious punishment I will inflict upon you. Don’t let the chair tip over. You just wait right here through the night and think about me. Focus on your Goddess. Fear your Goddess. Try to sleep.”
She looked at me with a sweet smile.
“Fear me,” she whispered.
I sat alone and exhausted in the dimly lighted lounge. I listened to Goddess’s heels climbing the stairs and then clicking about on the ceiling above my head. In a short while, I heard water filling the tub upstairs. There followed a long silence. Water drained from her tub as the shower ran for a rinse. Again, there was a period of silence save for the ticking of a clock and the sound of my own breathing. My movements were completely restricted; I could not imagine how I would make it through the night sitting in such a rigid position.
I heard the click of her heels once again above me, and then she descended the stairs! Hope sprang up within my heart. Surely she was not so cruel to leave me in this position for the night. Silently I pleaded for her goodness and for her mercy.
She stood in front of me, critically examining her captive. Goddess wore a sand toned chemise that barely concealed her knickers. Roman style, strapped sandals adorned her classically beautiful feet. Satisfied that her prey could not flee, Goddess smiled and then walked around behind me. I tried to turn my head but she grabbed my hair and held me firmly looking forward. She whispered into my ear. I could feel her breath. A tingle ran up the back of my neck. My cock started to swell.
“I’ve got you now, my good boy, my very good, obedient boy. You are mine to play with.”
My naked cock stood up throbbing.
Goddess Eve returned to face me front on, lifted her chemise to reveal see-through, thin cotton, matching thong. With her other hand she pulled the thong aside.
“If you are really good tomorrow I may allow you to service my cunt with your mouth. I do so love a worshiping tongue on my pussy lips and clit. I love to face fuck my slaves.”
She straddled my thighs and pressed her puss up against my confused cock.
“Don’t you dare cum on my nighty”
“I won’t; I promise,”
I grimaced and prayed my cock should obey.
“Just as you promised not to be late this evening, now you promise not to be early.”
She laughed skeptically but enjoyed her own joke.
Goddess sat upon my cock, pressed her breasts against my chest, placed her arms about my neck and began to bite with little nips my lower lip, my nose, my cheeks, and blew her breath into my ear again.
It was agony! Delicious torment. My cock was throbbing purple between her thighs. Intermittently, she closed her thighs for a moment, teasing the engorged invader, daring it to explode upon her belly.
“Please, Goddess,” I begged her across the head of my cock, “please release me and let me get comfortable for the night.”
“Oh no, my darling, you will stay right where you are for the night and focus on your new Owner.”
I groaned in disappointment. Goddess dismounted, turned and walked into the kitchen. She returned with a small package. To my horror it contained a piss bag and a long catheter. She quickly took to inserting the catheter into my urethra. Just as quickly my proud penis collapsed for the pain of the insertion. The pain grew nearly unbearable as she pushed the tip of the tube up into my bladder. I struggled in the chair and nearly fell sideways to the floor.
“Relax, my darling. You will get used to it. After all, I cannot have my good boy peeing on the floor tonight, can I? You wouldn’t want Goddess to find a mess in the morning. No you would not, my pathetic, entrapped git. The punishment would be excruciating.”
She whispered into my ear.
“Good night, my darling toy. Try to sleep. I will need you fresh in the morning, and eager to please me.”
“Goddess, please!” I trembled with desperation.
“We shall have tea in the morning. Of course, I will also have some eggs and biscuit, but only tea for thee, poor boy.”
The sound of her heels clicked across the lounge, up the stairs, and on the ceiling over my head.
I was left alone with my chair, my catheter, and my piss bag. Oh what a night lie ahead. Groan . . . .
I awoke in pitch-black darkness, chilled to my bones. The room smelled of stale piss. I was thirsty and hungry. I was no longer shackled to the chair. What a relief. This was not the lounge where Goddess had left me. Confusion addled my brain. There was a small rectangular opening high up on what appear to be a door. What I thought was a door. The room was black. I stood at the open square and cried out through the opening to see if anyone was about and to determine where I was. I was quite confused. A face suddenly materialized before me, startling me.
“Where am I please?”
“In London Tower, mate”
“London Tower! This a gaol cell then?”
The face grinned at me; the head nodded.
“Why? What crime have I committed? I have done nothing wrong”
This was too Kafka-esk for my liking. I panicked.
“That’s what they all say.” The face smirked at me.
“Please, some water and food”
“No worries, Gov. When the sun rises and we take you out to be drawn and quartered, you will have no need for food or water.”
He slammed shut the little window in the door. I was alone again lying in the dark on piss-smelling straw against a hard stone wall. The jailer’s words did not register with me. I may have dozed a bit. I was knackered, exhausted.
The first light of day appeared through a rectangular opening, high on the wall above my head. Soon a crowd gathered. I heard high pitched children’s voices joyfully shouting to one another above the guttural murmur of adults; horses snorted and whinnied. Vendors cried out their wares for sale, mostly assorted produce.
With the daylight I could see the strange clothing I wore: a dirty white blouse and smudged trousers tight at my knees with filthy white stockings disappearing into a square, black shoes. I looked like a Flemish peasant just stepped out of a Bruegel painting.
Keys rattled at my door and four brawny lads entered my cell.
“Come on, mate, off with your rags!”
Suddenly it struck me like a sledgehammer in my gut. I doubled over and wailed in anguish. Feverish sweat exuded from the pores of my fear rattled body.
“Noooooo . . . Drawn and quartered! Bloody hell! What the fuck? What did I ever do? Who did I offend?”
Not in the 21st Century, I thought.
One of my keepers grabbed my blouse and lifted me to my feet. He held me up when I started to collapse.
“Take ‘em off. All your clothes,” he barked angrily and impatiently at me.
“Naked? Why? Bollocks!” I stuck out my chin in defiance.
“Well, ain’t no fun for the common folk or the posh either if they can’t see your arms and legs being ripped outta der sockets, har!” he exclaimed, again amused but now highly irritated.
“Get him, Lads.”
Eight hands ripped the clothing off my body and nipped me quickly down the winding stairwell and out into the blinding morning light. The crowd cheered and jeered as the jailers carried me through the open square. A rotted piece of melon hit the side of my face.
Quickly, the four brutes lay me spread eagle on a rough, flat, wooden surface and fastened my wrists and ankles, each one to a long chain attached to a broad, skittish horse. I looked straight up into the morning sky and cried out to the gods for help.
The crowd was in a jubilant holiday mood. I was freaking out of my mind and shaking uncontrollably with the horrendous terror of my inexplicable predicament. I was scared shitless, I tell you. Fuck all!
Uncontained hysteria gripped me. My body perspired and trembled. The young folk continued hitting me joyfully with assorted fruit. Little bastards. If only I could get loose.
Suddenly the voices of the crowd fell to a low buzz of ohhs and ahhs and the people parted to clear a pathway to a spot between my legs. A Lady of the Realm approached me and stood between my legs. She came closer and smiled an angelic, quizzical smile toward me, tilting her head to one side. She laughed. For a brief moment I thought I recognized her but I was too confused and terrified to sort her. She reached out and wrapped her hand around my limp knob. A searing pain burned through my urethra. She, the Lady of the Realm, was my Goddess Eve!!
That is when I woke up and found myself back in the lounge, returned to the 21st Century with Goddess pulling the long catheter tube out from my shrunken cock. She flashed me a devilish, mocking grin as I squirmed and bucked in the chair where I was still bound as I had been the whole night through, not prepared to be drawn and quartered for the amusement of a hoard of unwashed peasants. What a nightmare!
“Good morning, darling. Sleep well?”
“Terrible nightmare, Goddess.”
“Oh, goody. Tell me about it.”
After she removed the cursed catheter, Goddess Eve washed my dick with a freezing wet cloth. Then she yanked my limp willie and slipped it into a metal sheath that clamped securely around and under my ball sack. She slipped a tiny lock onto the device. CLICK!
The remainder of the day left me at the mercy of Goddess Eve. Not only did she employ my aching body for menial tasks on her property she also delighted in subjecting me to various torments and tortures too horrible to describe from my point of view but obviously a delight for her.
The reward for all my suffering came in the early evening before tea time when Goddess had me attend her at her bath. I knelt beside the tub with a sponge and washed every inch of her beautiful body: feet, legs, arms, back and so on. Goddess lay back luxuriating in her bubble bath and passively allowed me to cleanse her until I slipped the sponge between her knees. She squeezed her thighs and captured my hand.
I apologized.
“Not to worry, my darling. Nothing to apologize for.”
She took the sponge from my hand, smiled dreamily at me, and released my captured hand, opening her thighs partly.
“Carry on, sweet boy, with your fingers”
My prick tried futilely to expand within the metal chastity sheath. My face flushed and my breathing was caught short. I trailed my fingers along the insides of her soft thighs toward her pussy and then slowly up her labia. Teasingly, my fingers visited her cunt lips, first north and then south, then north again. I softly petted the inner lips also.
“My clit, darling. Quickly! Now.”
Gently, my fingertipscaressed the hood of her clitoris for a few minutes. I pressed against the trimmed hair above her cunt lips and then back to her clit. She watched my face intently to observe my empathy with her arousal. I pulled the hood back to expose the head of her clit and brushed it with feathery fingertips. I inserted one finger into her vagina and pressed upward against that sensitive nerve bundle on the roof of the tunnel. Now I lingered to caress the blood-engorged inner lips again. Back to the hood over her retreating clit, I pressed against it for a long, long moment before rubbing it oh so gently. She raised one hand out of the soapy water and allowed me to suck her wet fingers. Her other hand had an iron grip on the side of the tub.
A good, long while passed with my hand manipulating her sex so.
Goddess began to breathe in quick, short gasps and twisted her hips to push against my hand. I rubbed her clit rapidly, more urgently now, but gently still; now harder; then just motionless pressure; followed again with harsh, insistent strokes. She fucked her cunt against my fingers. Her eyes closed. She began to cum. She came.
Her orgasm lasted for several long moments. At first she was rolling like the waves in mid ocean. Then she exploded, and cried out loudly several times alternating with low, growling, predatory moans of pleasure; cursing and cooing; groaning and laughing; biting her lower lip savagely.
Again her pelvis exploded and her back arched up out of the water. Her breasts reached for the ceiling. She screamed!
“Oh, goddammit! Oh fuck! Sooo good!”
Skyrockets exploded then fell back to earth like a gentle, brilliantly lighted cascade of summer rain. All was hushed.
Goddess pushed my hand away and slid back into the water with barely a ripple to savor the warm blush spreading over her naked body. She idly tweaked her nipples, pulled at them and squeezed them to prolong the endorphin glow.
I was proud and delighted to be the agency of her orgasm. Surprisingly, I felt extraordinarily powerful in the moment, omnipotent, like a god, a superhero without a shield; but I would be lying if I did not admit to an intense, rapacious craving to rub her quim with my face, to bury myself in a furious face-fuck, and to slavishly taste her juices.
Later she would make use of my tongue. Or so she promised. Later, Goddess Eve would take control of her service once again.
My wife Sandra pulled back the shower curtain and glanced me over. “Good morning Peanut”, she smirked and arched an eyebrow, “You’re cute” she teased.
I playfully splashed her away. She laughed and closed the curtain. “Oh by the way, I have some friends coming over today” she announced.
“Oh?” I responded, unsure of what was going to happen next.
For the last couple of months, things have been a little strange between us, but in a good way. We had been married for only three years and yet, I recently revealed to my wife that I like to be teased about the size of my penis. At first, she was taken aback and flat out refused to consciously ridicule me, but as weeks passed, she began to indulge me in some of my fantasies. “Is it in yet?” she chuckled as I tried my best to please her. My efforts resulted in condescending laughter and me prematurely ejaculating. She was surprised and amazed by my reaction and it soon became a regular part of our lovemaking. Comment here and a comment there.
Soon thereafter I begged her to compare me to her past lovers. She obliged, commenting that I am by far the smallest man she has ever been with. She began calling me ‘peanut’ a reference to my smaller than average measurements. Although she’d always maintained that size does not matter, she enjoyed my reactions to her teasing. Soon she began calling me names out of the bedroom, which I loved and encouraged.
I became more and more forthcoming and revealed more and more of my fantasies to her. From the very tame to the very extreme. Public belittlement, being exposed as the owner of a small member, being forced to be naked in front of a room of women, and even cuckolding. Some of these she shrugged off, others were a flat out no and the rest were a playful ‘maybe’.
She knew I’d fantasied about being ridiculed about my size in front of her snooty college friends, but… surely this couldn’t be it?
“Who’s coming?” I asked sheepishly.
“Just Angela and Becky” she replied.
Suddenly she pulled back the shower curtain once more, “is that okay baby boy?” she asked.
“uhh, yeah, of course” I replied nervously.
“Sweetie,” she said breaking character for a moment, “are you sure?” she said in a serious tone.
“ummm…” I couldn’t find the words, but my penis did my thinking for me. I was at full mast. My wife glanced down and chuckled, “they’re gonna laugh at your little dicklette”
“I uhh, I know, umm….” I was gobsmacked.
She of course found it hysterical, “I’m going to make you look so silly today” she laughed some more before leaving me with my thoughts.
A few hours later I was downstairs cleaning up, preparing for our visitors. It was a warm day and Sandra had advised her friends were coming over to hang out by the pool. Normally, this would have been fine, but she’d thrown out all of my swimming trunks. If I wanted to swim I’d either wear one of her bikini bottoms or do it in the buff. Either way, I knew I’d be in a constant state of embarrassment. This excited me beyond belief.
Both Angela and Becky had gone to college with Sandra.
Angela is a tall busy brunette with a great deal of sexual confidence. I always found her intimidating. Angela had recently been divorced and was in an ‘experimental phase’ as she’d married young and felt she’d missed out. Sandra had re-shared stories with me about her sex life. Apparently, Angela is a size queen, which makes the idea of being exposed in front of her more exciting. For those of you who don’t know, a size queen is someone who prefers a lover who very well endowed and would choose nothing less. The idea of sexually disappointing someone like Angela drove me bonkers.
Becky was the type of girl I’d always go out of my way to impress. She was playful, fun and often flirty. I’d always detected she liked me on some level and there was always playful banter back and forth. She was a tall athletic blonde and she had sleeve tattoos on both arms. She was outspoken and pretty. I knew she’d see me in a different light soon and this also quite excited me.
At 11am the doorbell rang.
“Peanut, can you get that please?” my wife yelled from the other room.
Nervously, I approached the front door.
Both Angela and Becky were in their swimming gear. Angela was wearing a one-piece and her ‘girls’ were almost spilling out. She completed the look with a wide-brimmed straw hat and a loose hemp skirt. Becky was wearing an itsy bitsy outfit leaving very little to the imagination. She wore a baseball cap and was oddly wearing a pair of red heels. Both looked incredible and I suddenly felt an odd feeling in my stomach. My anxiety was going into overdrive.
“Umm, hey ladies,” I said nervously.
They both shared a look before sharing a chuckle. I felt like there were in on some sort of joke and I was the punch line. With knowing smirks they both glanced down at my midsection.
“Hey, stud!” Becky playfully said.
I visibly turned bright red, as I fumbled with my words and turned into a stuttering moron. It soon dawned on me that my wife already told them what to expect, they somehow seemed different.
My wife emerged from the bedroom as the three of them exchanged pleasantries before exiting through to the patio, “Peanut, how about you get us some drinks?” my wife ordered, “That’s three banana daiquiris and maybe a tall glass of water for yourself” she added, mockingly.
Several minutes later I was in the kitchen preparing four drinks. I was so excited I was visibly trembling. My hands were shaking, I was having heart palpitations.
Out on the patio, all three ladies had made themselves comfortable, sunbaking on the only three deckchairs. As I approached them, I felt as though I was intruding on a private ‘girl talk’ session. They all went silent and hushed to each other as I came in close handing them their drinks.
All three ladies were staring at me, grinning from ear to ear.
“Thank you Peanut,” my wife said.
“Why do you call him Peanut?” Becky asked.
“It’s my little name for him” Sandra smiled locking eyes with me.
“So, Sandra says you have a little pee-pee. Is that true?” Angela asked with a hint of mockery.
I suddenly found myself becoming erect, “umm, I uhh-“
Sensing my terror, my excitement and my arousal, wife chimed in, “he’s fun-sized” she announced, waving her pinky at me.
All three ladies erupted in laughter as I stood there shaking in excitement. It was then that I realized, I had to get out of there. I was on the verge of having a little ‘accident’
“Aww look, he’s excited” Becky declared, pointing at my crotch.
I looked down only to notice my little boner had made a tent in my shorts. In fear, I squeezed my legs together and cupped my crotch with both hands. I must’ve looked so silly. My wife looked a little concerned and broke character, “are you okay?”
“Yep, yep” I said, profusely sweating, “I just, need to use the bathroom” I quickly bolted into the house as their laughter rang in my ears. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I climaxed in my shorts, doubling over in post-orgasmic bliss. As embarrassed as I was, I was glad I didn’t blow my load in front of an audience.
I must’ve stayed in the house for close to half an hour after I cleaned myself up.
After my orgasm, I felt silly. I’m sure they thought the whole thing was odd and silly too. I was mortified, mortified that my amazing wife had convinced her friends to indulge me in my stupid little fantasies. I was embarrassed, but a different kind of embarrassment and I planned to stay out of sight and hidden for the rest of their visit.
Unfortunately, that was not part of Sandra’s plan.
“Peanut! Peanut!” I heard her calling. “PEANUT!” she shouted.
I quickly composed myself, took a deep breath, and made my way outside once more.
“Yes, my love? You rang?” I asked.
They were all tipsy, they’d been sharing, laughing, and having a really good time. My wife decided to take things just a little bit further. It took my completely by surprise.
“Honey, why don’t you undress for us?” Sandra said, which sounded more like an order.
The color must’ve left my face. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What?” I responded.
Both Becky and Angela were looking on with wide-eyed grins, astonished that they were party to this whole spectacle and that I was spineless and powerless. I must’ve looked so pathetic.
“It’s what you want isn’t it?” she teased, “we’ve been talking and we all think you should be naked for the rest of the day” she added.
I nervously looked down at my feet.
“Aww, is winkie a widdle shy?” Becky teased
“Show me that ‘big’ dick of yours” Angela mocked, with an overemphasis on the word ‘big’.
I locked eyes with my wife and she arched an eyebrow at me. She puckered her lips and blew me a kiss. I was putty.
Nervously, I removed my shirt which was met with howls and mild applause. I knew I was in great shape and I knew I looked good without a shirt on.
“Go on! All off now!” My wife literally barked at me.
Afraid and excited, I slowly put my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and, in one swift motion, I yanked them to the ground.
Nerves and post-orgasmic bliss contributed to a particularly shriveled and minuscule penis. I looked down and to my horror, only the pale mushroom tip was visible out of the nest of thick black pubic hair. Not a manly look at all.
Sandra smirked and chuckled triumphantly. Her friends stared at me for what felt like an eternity.
Becky covered her mouth and whispered something to Angela. “I know,” Angela said responding to Becky. The two shared a laugh.
“Ohh, Sandra, you poor thing!” Becky sympathetically empathized with my wife, before adding, “and he looks just like a man, awww…. That’s too bad” she smiled at me.
“I know, it’s such a shame to be married to such a good looking macho man who’s blessed with such an unimpressive little pee-pee” Sandra replied. She held up her thumb and index finger, “He’s almost a woman” she added.
“Too much?” she said, locking eyes with me. Checking in to see if our little game was getting too out of control. Oddly, as nervous as I was, this is what I wanted and right now, I wanted to be naked and judged by these three gorgeous women.
I shook my head ‘no’
“Sandra, you weren’t kidding”. Angela chimed in, “Jeff is probably double his size, at least. He looks like a little boy, Oh my fucking god!” more laughter followed.
“Take a lap sweetie!” Sandra ordered.
“Take a lap?” I responded, unsure of what she meant.
“Run around the pool you idiot! Now!” She practically shouted at me.
Like a moron, I quickly sprinted around the pool as the three of them looked on and howled with laughter. “Again!” Sandra ordered, “Don’t stop till I tell you!”
I ran around the pool again and again as my bits bobbed and jiggled. I thought Becky was going to pass out from all the laughter, her face was bright red.
Eventually, Sandra ordered me to stop and catch my breath. “Come here Peanut!” she ordered.
I stopped and stood before them, “Star jumps!” she said.
“huh?” I responded, still trying to catch my breath.
“10-star jumps! Now!” she shouted at me.
So there I was, doing ten-star jumps, feeling every little bit silly. My bits jiggling and bouncing. I felt sillier and sillier with each second.
Amidst the public display of humiliation, I was forced to endure, I had become erect. All of me was now on display as my erect member throbbed and jutted forth, bobbing with my heartbeat. My little member was now ripe and ready for action. All eager and purple. I was so excited, I could blow at any minute.
“This is too much!” Angela said, in hysterics, “What ‘man’ would agree to this!? You’re so pathetic!” she said to me with a large smile on her face.
“All this time you were just pretending to be a man” Becky added.
“I- I’m sorry” I responded.
“Thank you for your apology. Now apologize for being half a man!” she ordered.
“Sorry, I’m half a man!” I declared. More fits of laughter ensued.
“He’s so pathetic!” Becky declared, “uck! You should not ever be comfortable being naked in front of women. Aren’t you ashamed?” Becky added some more insults.
Insulting, but still playful. Clearly, my wife had given them pointers.
“How big is he?” Angela asked my wife in between Becky’s insults. “Just over four inches!” my wife announced. My face burned red in humiliation.
“Awww, that’s too bad, huh?” Becky teased some more.
“I wouldn’t be able to feel that! He’s just too small for me” Angela declared.
Once more, I looked down at my member and pinched the tip with my thumb and index finger. Another fit of laughter followed, “Only two fingers!? Aww that’s precious!” Becky added.
This was way too much, I suddenly felt on the verge of orgasm once more.
“Peanut! Do you think you can make a little worship puddle for us?” Sandra asked, batting her eyes at me.
Clearly, she wanted me to masturbate in front of her and her friends.
I began jerkin it with my thumb and index finger. My technique was me with more laughter. “No, no, no sweetie! My little Peanut” my wife, Sandra said interrupting me, “You’re not big enough for that, just rub the tip with your right index finger!” she ordered.
She was clearly making me look more pathetic than I was.
Like a fool, I slowly rubbed the tip of my dick with my thumb. I let out a moan which was met with a brief applause. “suck your thumb on your other hand!” Angela ordered.
I obliged, feeling every little bit silly.
It didn’t take too much, but before too long I felt myself trembling and what followed was an intense orgasm. It spurted out on the floor beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath.
Applause followed with howling cheers as I ejaculated in front of my wife and her snooty friends.
As soon as I came down from the high, I couldn’t believe what I had just done and suddenly I felt more silly and embarrassed than I ever had in my entire life.
“Feel better Peanut?” my wife asked.
“uh-huh” was all I could muster.
“You guys have an odd fucked up sex life” Angela announced.
I’m on the football team..we’ve dated a few times..you know my secret…about how small my cock is..you’ve seen it…but I’m the star player on the team and have the reputation at school of the big studly jock…
we date a few times..then I seem to lose interest…stop calling..ignoring you…your get mad..and frustrated..and you decide to take some revenge…
It’s the day of the big game, everyone will be there…the entire school..I dress in the locker room with the team..as I always do…I don’t realize it yet but you have done something…you’ve soaked my jockstrap in icy-hot… it’s dry to the touch..but once I start the game..and run around and sweat..it will…activate…
we are out on the field..the game is about to begin..I’m fully dressed..with the team..the stands are FULL..the entire school..the entire town is there to see this important game…i notice a little tingling..in my pants.. it’s odd but I ignore it..focus on the game.
you are sitting in the stands..watching..and waiting..
as we play..we are doing well..a very active game..I begin to feel the tingling even more..i find myself..adjusting..shifting my cock and my balls…trying to get it to stop..
you smile to yourself..as you notice my fidgeting..slightly grabbing at my crotch…its happening…
a few plays later..its moved from a tingle..to burning..my cock and my balls feel like they are on fire… it’s totally starting to distract me…i can barely concentrate on the game now..
your smile broadens..as you watch me from the stands dance around on the field..trying to to find some relief…you hear some other girls watching & commenting..that it looks like i have to pee..and they laugh…you think..they and everyone else will have more to laugh about in a few minutes..
I’m in agony now..i cant’ stop it and its getting worse and worse…i’m aware of the crowd watching me but I cant stop myself from grabbing my crotch and squeezing …its like an open flame, a match is being held against my balls and my cock…i hear the crowd reacting..laughing..
you start to laugh as do the other people in the stands now..as they notice the show i’m putting on…hopping up and down..dancing around like a little boy who has to pee really bad…it wont be long now…
it’s unbearable…i’m shaking..pulling..tugging at my balls and cock..desperate for relief..ANY relief…i hear the laughing…i know i’m making a spectacle of myself but i can’t stop…to make matters worse..even though my balls and cock feel like they are on fire..all the tugging and pulling in front of everyone..i’ve gotten a huge hard on…my cock has dug into my jock…pushing on the fabric..and that only made matters worse…now the very sensitive swollen head of my cock is burning..the very sensitive skin of the head of my cock is totally inflamed and burning..
you and the crowd are laughing now….the game is completely stopped and all eyes are on me and my hopping and dancing around…everyone is seeing me tug at my penis..and they can tell its hard…you cover your mouth..you’re laughing so hard..and you know what’s going to happen next..
I’m overwhelmed..not thinking about ANYTHING but relief..i have to stop this BURNING in my most sensitive of areas…i can’t help it..i start to run back to the locker room but its no use..each step is TOO painful and i just start tearing off my uniform right there on the field..i think about nothing else except stopping the agonizing pain…
the crowd is in a frenzy now..watching this sight..the star player..the big jock..tearing off his clothes right there in front of everyone..you look around..all the girls are on the edge of their seats…smiling and laughing..eyes wide open in disbelief..they can’t believe what they are seeing…
my pants are off..i peel my shorts off…like a savage..i can’t think of anything else but to stop the agony i’m feeling on the tender skin of my balls and cock..i stop for a split second..as i realize what i’m about to do…standing there..on the field..in nothing but my jockstrap…my hardon bulging out…
the crowd goes quiet as it sees me standing there..waiting for what happens next…
the burning is too great..and i reach down and tear off my jock…my cock bounces loose from the material as i pull it away…somewhere in the back of my mind..i am aware i am naked and exposed to the entire school..but i don’t care..finally..some relief washes over me..as the cool air soothes my burning skin…i shut my eyes as the relief is overwhelming…as the burning and the pain subsides…i become conscious to the fact that i am hopping..bouncing up and down..as the relief takes effect…I can feel my engorged rock hard cock flopping up and down.. at that moment..I snap open my eyes…at the very same instance..the crowd..seeing me there..hopping up and down..naked with a full erection bouncing before their eyes..breaks into complete hysterics…
you can’t believe it…you are fighting not to pee yourself you are laughing so hard…this is better than you hoped for…you had no idea your little prank would go so far…you can barely take your eyes off me to scan across the crowd and you see them all looking, pointing..and laughing..all the girls are doubled over…most have their hands over their mouths..tears running down their faces..
at that moment…I freeze..i realize..i’m completely exposed..me..the team captain..the leader..i’m standing there..naked..panic runs through my body…i’m paralyzed..frozen like a deer caught in headlights..as i see everyone looking at me..but not only at ME..at IT..
and then i feel it start…i’m unable to stop it…my proud erection…my rock hard cock starts to go limp….the embarrassment..the cold air…the panic..all of it is having a negative effect on my erection..and it begins to shrink…a little voice in my head screams..oh no…
you immediately begin to see it..your eyes go wide..you can’t believe it..you see my cock that was pointing straight out start to go down..others notice it too..and as it withers away…they get quiet..as if they can’t believe it as well..
my knees begin to shake..i can feel my cock growing softer….shrinking….my mind is screaming no..NO..NOT NOW…but i can’t stop it..i see everyone notice..see it…I can’t help it..i look down..and its completely gone..my rock hard erection is no more..and i see..my tiny lil 2 inch cock..poking out at everyone…the humiliation washes over my body…I can’t believe I am standing there..in front of the whole school..all tiny..naked…and exposed…
the crowd is going wild..you are beside yourself..now..you knew my secret..how small and tiny i was…but no one else did..everyone thought i was this big jock and had a big swinging cock to go along with that..you look at the girls in the stands laughing and mocking me…holding out their thumb and forefingers close together in disbelief..pointing..you have your hand over your mouth..laughing..smiling as you see my secret out there for everyone to see..my lil tiny cock totally exposed to all..
I look up..humiliated..completely embarrassed..all i can to is cover myself..and i turn to run off the field..hands over my tiny little dick as everyone is laughing
When I entered Her residence, Mistress Teresa was busy at Her computer, viewing the Internet. I dutifully knelt on the floor behind Her, awaiting Her instructions. As I knelt, I glanced at the website on Her computer. It showed police photos of two angry-looking African-American men. There was also a full-length photo of one of the two men, showing him standing up wearing only a diaper. The webpage had been posted by a local crime-watch. Above the photos was a message: _”These two men are registered sex offenders, paroled into our community after unsuccessful attempted conspiracy to abduct under-age girls. These men are under court order to wear monitor bracelets and to remain home on Halloween. Notify your children not to trick-or-treat at the following address…” The message listed a house in a lower-class Black neighborhood, twenty miles from Mistress Teresa’s home.
Now She switched off Her computer and commanded me: “sissy-slave, I have decided that — for Halloween this year — you will dress up as Goldilocks.” Mistress Teresa handed me a list. “you will come here at noon on Halloween, bringing with you these items from your sissy wardrobe. you will make the usual preparations for sissification. On this list are items you will purchase for your preparation, including a reel of monofilament nylon thread. And take these also.”
Mistress Teresa gave me a handful of tiny flat button-like discs: gray metal on one side, dull red on the other side. “Here is your latest slave task,” She commanded me, as I accepted the tiny discs. “I do not want little Goldilocks to spill any nasty porridge on her pretty pinafore. you will purchase some pink cloth, pink ribbons, and pink frilly lace. you will then sew a frilly pink sissy-bib for you to wear as Goldilocks on Halloween. To remind you that you are Goldilocks, I want you to take those metal buttons and applique them to the front of the bib so that they spell out the name of who you are for Halloween. When everyone sees you in your little-girl outfit, I want them to know that you are Goldilocks. Now, before I dismiss you, lie down face-upwards: open your mouth, and prepare for bidet service.”
let the sissyfication begin
I made the necessary preparations. On the night before Halloween, I used depilatory cream to render my face and my entire body absolutely hairless … especially “down there” between my thighs. When I finished, my entire body was smooth and bare and baby-soft. Only a short male crewcut of hair and my thin blond eyebrows remained on my male scalp.
Normally, when I prepare for sissy-maid service under Mistress Teresa’s command, I must first take an enema to clean out my insides; next, I shower to wash off all traces of my male stench, then I must bathe in scented soap and body lotion so that I smell like a Woman. This time, Mistress Teresa had slightly varied the procedure: this time I was required to take an enema with peppermint-scented soap. I showered as usual, but this time I bathed in baby shampoo and children’s bubble bath. The result left my soft pink hairless body smelling like a little Girl rather than a Woman.
I dressed in clean male garments and went to Mistress Teresa’s house, where I stripped naked and offered myself for inspection. She nodded Her approval and ordered me to begin my sissification ritual.
I have purchased a very realistic strap-on Vagina, made of molded latex: it has no pubic hair, but it has realistic flesh tones and bright pink labia. Now i put this on, spraying a thin layer of surgical adhesive inside the Vagina, then carefully squeezing my tiny undersized male baubles into the retainer cup in the back of the Vagina, and aligning the tip of my pathetic little inchworm with the urethra in the molded Vagina, so that I would be able to pee (girly-style) while wearing my Vagina.
I tucked my crewcut hair into a tight beige nylon wig cap, then I put on my Goldilocks wig: a wig of long blonde ringlets and sausage curls. I used several clear bobby pins to fasten the wig to my wig cap, and i had already threaded a pink satin hair ribbon through the cloth underframe of the wig. Now i fastened the hair ribbon under my chin, with a big pink bow at the back. i shook my head several times: my long Goldilocks curls tossed and swayed, but the wig stayed firmly in place. A fringe of long blonde little-Girl bangs concealed my forehead.
Next, I put on a pair of white frilly ankle socks. I own several pairs of Women’s and Girls’ shoes in my size, appropriate for Feminization: for this occasion, Mistress Teresa had commanded me to bring my black patent-leather Mary Jane tap shoes, with metal taps. Putting these on, I also stepped into a pair of pink ruffled sissy-panties, intentionally several sizes too small: the sissy-panties fit snugly over my crotch, showing that the front panel of the panties, between my thighs, was absolutely flat … with just a slight “camel-toe” for the labia of my strap-on Vagina.
Now Mistress Teresa indicated that She would take over the rest of my transformation. She had commanded me to bring my Venus de Milo corset, with its arm-binder restraints. She laced me into this now, tightening the corset-stays unmercifully until I had an hourglass figure. Ordering me to cross my arms behind my back, Mistress Teresa now adjusted the arm restraints of the Venus de Milo corset, and these too She tightened unmercifully, confiscating my arms. I knew, from painful previous experience, that I could wear this corset for several hours without damaging the circulation in my arms. For now, I was effectively armless.
“I hope little Goldilocks doesn’t need to go wee-wee any time soon,” Mistress Teresa taunted me as She picked up another item from my sissy wardrobe: a frilly pink baby-doll nightie, tailored for my male body with an enlarged bodice but a too-short hem. Pulling the baby-doll nightie over the blonde Goldilocks curls on my head, Mistress Teresa tugged the nightie into place over my corseted body, fastening the pink ribbon sash at my waist. The nightie’s lining contained several layers of white ruffled taffeta petticoats, very frilly but also very short. The too-short nightie was barely long enough to conceal the Venus de Milo corset I was forced to wear. my arms, tightly constricted behind my back, were hidden inside the rear of the very wide and very full (but too-short) nightie.
The baby-doll gown’s shoulders contained two short capped princess-style sleeves: normally my own arms would have emerged through those sleeves. Now, Mistress Teresa picked up a pink plastic baby-Girl doll: about the size of a real baby, with jointed arms and legs. With a slight savage effort, Mistress Teresa pulled the baby doll’s arms out of their plastic sockets … and then She attached these baby-sized plastic arms to the shoulder restraints of my corset, adjusting the plastic doll-arms so that they emerged through the short puffed sleeves of my frilly pink nightie.
The list of items I had been commanded to bring with me included some cosmetics purchases. Now, Mistress Teresa glued a pair of false eyelashes to my eyelids, then She applied a brief layer of make-up to my face: rouging my cheeks, reddening my lips.
Next, Mistress Teresa picked up my penis-pacifier: an enormous pink plastic object shaped like a baby’s pacifier, except that the part to suck on is a pink latex inflatable dildo. “Open wide, like a good little Girl,” Mistress Teresa commanded me. She thrust my penis-pacifier into my mouth — dildo ends inward, of course — then She used the pacifier’s air-pump attachment to inflate the dildo … enlarging the latex cock until it filled my mouth and I could no longer spit it out. Mistress Teresa took the pink ribbons on the pacifier and tightened them securely behind my head, among my long blonde Goldilocks curls … forcing the penis-pacifier so tightly into my mouth that I had to deep-throat the latex cock.
I own several other forced-insertion toys that are similar to my penis-pacifier but designed to be used farther down: inside my sissy-hole. As the inflatable cock filled my throat, I wondered why Mistress Teresa had not commanded me to bring one of those other toys as well. As if reading my thoughts now, She coldly assured me: “your little hiney won’t be feeling neglected tonight.”
One more detail remained. Mistress Teresa ordered me to sit on a stool and extend my legs straight outwards, close together. Wielding a knife, Mistress Teresa now picked up the reel of transparent nylon monofilament: a clear, thin thread that’s almost completely invisible, yet possessing extreme tensile strength. Swiftly, Mistress Teresa wound several loops of this clear filament around my left ankle, just above the frilly hem of my ankle sock. She knotted the loops closely: tight enough so that my foot could not slip out of the loops, yet loose enough not to threaten the circulation in my foot. Next, Mistress Teresa repeated this procedure with my right ankle. The nearly-invisible cord was now securely knotted around both of my ankles, with about six inches of barely-visible nylon filament serving as a tether between my Mary Janes.
“Get up and go to the mirror,” Mistress Teresa commanded me. At once, my taffeta petticoats rustled as I stood up and tried to walk. But the almost-invisible tether between my ankles restrained me: I discovered that I could only toddle in tiny six-inch baby steps, like a very young child. I heard Mistress Teresa’s mocking laughter as I toddled over to the mirror.
I was so startled, I nearly choked on the penis in my mouth. In the mirror, I looked almost exactly like a little Girl! I’m a normal-sized adult man, 5’9” tall … but now, in the mirror, I saw myself: my rouged face framed in long blonde Goldilocks curls and pink hair ribbons. my torso was covered — just barely — in a frilly pink baby-doll nightie with ruffles and petticoats. The hem of the nightie was much too short: I could easily see the pink ruffles of my sissy-panties peeking out beneath the petticoats … and, instead of a male bulge between the thighs of the panties, there was only the slight camel-toe of a little Girl’s labia. Below this was my naked bare legs, and — much farther down — my feet were encased in frilly ankle socks and Mary Janes.
my long eyelashes fluttered as I blinked in humiliated astonishment at the most embarrassing details of this disguise: the huge pink plastic pacifier (with its concealed dildo) crammed into my lipsticked mouth, and fastened in place. And, protruding from the short puffy sleeves of my baby-doll nightie were two tiny little baby-sized arms … much too small for my adult-sized (but otherwise totally infantilized) body.
I looked like a baby Girl!
Even more humiliating: I looked like a thalidomide baby Girl!
Mistress Teresa laughed cruelly as She stepped behind me and She fastened one more item into place beneath my chin, above the yoke of my baby-doll nightie: the pink ruffled sissy-bib that I’d made, with the dull red discs sewn into place to spell out the name “GOLDILOCKS”.
“Now everyone will know who you are,” laughed Mistress Teresa, while I blushed in shame. Reaching under the too-short hem of my baby-doll nightie, She seized my frilly sissy-panties and tugged them down to my knees, exposing the fake Vagina between my thighs. “Now bend over, Goldilocks!” commanded Mistress Teresa. Meekly, I obeyed … expecting Mistress Teresa to reach for Her paddle and give me a spanking on my bare hiney. Instead, I saw Mistress Teresa pick up the pink rubber bulb of a douche syringe, bringing this towards my rear entrance.
I whimpered, biting down on the latex cock in my lipsticked mouth as Mistress Teresa jammed the syringe bulb into my hiney-hole … and I felt a warm tingling liquid flooding into my rectum. “It’s just a mild hypnotic drug with hallucinogenic effects,” said Mistress Teresa soothingly. “It won’t take effect for about an hour or so, but then it will work very suddenly. Now listen carefully…”
Pushing aside a few of my long blonde Goldilocks curls to expose my left ear, Mistress Teresa whispered seductively in a smooth hypnotic voice … Her words filling my brain while Her hypnotic drug filled my rectum: “slave, I am implanting a hypnotic command in your subconscious mind: you will obey it, but you will have no conscious memory of this command before tomorrow.” As Mistress Teresa spoke, I trembled in terror … knowing that I would have no choice but to obey the command:
_“When you hear the words ‘Alice in Wonderland’, you will lose all awareness of your male identity, and you will BECOME a little Girl, four years old. you will be deeply terrified, but too frightened to scream or to run away. your memory will be completely blank except that you retain the voice and speech patterns of a four-year-old girl … and you will remember that your name is Goldilocks. The false Vagina between your thighs will become your own real “little-Girly place”. you will lose all memory of your corseted arms; the baby-doll arms at your shoulders will become your real arms, even though you cannot control them. you will have no teeth: if something is put into your mouth, you cannot bite it or spit it out: you must suck and swallow. None of these transformations will occur UNTIL you hear the command: until then, you remain aware that you are an adult man dressed in a ridiculous baby-Girl costume. Now click your Mary Janes three times to show that you understand, and then you will forget this hypnotic command until tomorrow.”
Nodding meekly, with my sissy-panties pulled down to my knees, I clicked my Mary Janes together three times. As soon as I did this, I felt a weird sucking sensation inside my brain, as if something had vanished … while I continued sucking on the latex cock crammed into my mouth.
Mistress Teresa pulled my panties up over my Feminized crotch, and She adjusted the hem of my baby-doll dress. Her stiletto heels clicked sharply as She strode towards the door of Her residence, leading to the carport. “Come along, Goldilocks! Time for you to go trick-or-treating!”
Out to the night, all dolled up
I tried to follow Mistress Teresa, but I could only toddle in tiny baby steps. She waited patiently until i reached the door, then She seized my corseted waist and She hustled me outside to Her parked car. After locking the house door, Mistress Teresa unlocked the car doors and held the rear door open. “Lie down on the back seat with your eyes closed,” She commanded me.
my transformation into Goldilocks had taken several hours; by now it was early evening on Halloween, and the trick-or-treaters might be out. The thought of being seen in public dressed as a little Girl — even on Halloween — terrified me.
As best as I could manage without the use of my arms, I crawled into the rear seat of the car, and I lay face-downwards with my eyes closed. A breeze across my bare thighs and my panty-clad hiney warned me that my petticoats and baby-doll dress were askew.
I heard the car doors close and the engine start. I had no idea where Mistress Teresa was taking me. I lay there helplessly in my little-Girl disguise, forced to suck on the huge latex hard-on crammed into my lipsticked mouth.
After a while, the car stopped. Mistress Teresa got out, opened the rear door, and She helped me to get out and stand up. By now it was early Halloween night. Mistress Teresa had taken me to an empty lot in a crime-ridden neighborhood where only lower-class Blacks live.
“Now listen carefully,” said Mistress Teresa, in a persuasive tone that I dared not disobey. She gave me directions to an address a few blocks farther south: the address sounded familiar.
Mistress Teresa instructed me: “you will walk to that address, exactly as you are, dressed as a little girl. I will follow you slowly in my car. At no time are you to acknowledge my presence or call attention to me. you are perfectly free to call attention to yourself … although I suppose that a full-grown white man, dressed as a four-year-old little blonde sissy-Girl, sucking on a pacifier and wearing tap shoes, will have no difficulty attracting attention in this neighborhood.” Mistress Teresa laughed cruelly, then She gave me one more command:
“When you reach the address, you will not be able to ring the doorbell because I have confiscated your arms and you cannot speak, because of that big cock in your mouth, which I assure you is only temporary. you will go around to the window on the left side of the ground floor, and wait for Me there. Click your Mary Janes twice to show Me that you will obey.”
Trembling in terror, I clicked my Mary Janes together twice, then I started toddling towards the exit of the empty lot. Behind me, I heard Mistress Teresa starting Her car.
It was a cold October night, and I shivered in the thin fabric of the pink taffeta baby-doll dress. A sudden breeze sprang up, snatching the hem of the nightie and petticoats, and raising them over my waist … exposing every inch of the pink ruffles on my sissy-pantied crotch. The wind ruffled the long blonde Goldilocks curls framing my face, reminding me that i was supposed to be a little Girl … as if the pink penis-pacifier crammed into my mouth would make me forget this. Now a stirring in my bladder made me feel like a little Girl for another reason … I had to make a wee-wee.
As quickly as I could, I toddled towards the address that Mistress Teresa had stipulated. I was painfully aware of my predicament: I was a white man, with no arms, forced to toddle in tiny baby steps through a Black neighborhood while dressed as a little blonde sissy-Girl and sucking on a huge cock. If anyone challenged me, I would be totally helpless! As I toddled, the metal taps on my Mary Janes rang loudly on the pavement, making sure that I attracted attention.
A horn honked, and suddenly a gaudy convertible, with the top down, pulled up beside me. The car inched along the curb, keeping pace with me as I toddled desperately.
Pissing myself in public
“Yo, white bitch! Where you goin’?” laughed a taunting male voice. Glancing sideways through my long fluttering eyelashes and my long blonde sausage curls, I saw that the car was occupied by two Black men, aged about twenty, and two Black Women slightly younger. All four of them were laughing as they stared at me. One of the Women whipped out a camera, and She snapped my picture as I sucked on the cock in my mouth.
“Who you s’posed to be for Halloween, bitch? Shirley muhfuggin’ Temple?” the second man asked, leering at my little-Girl costume. All four of the Blacks laughed. Mistress Teresa had warned me not to call attention to Her, but now I desperately hoped that She might protect me. The blonde Goldilocks curls tossed against my blushing cheeks as I frantically looked for Her car behind me. Now I saw Mistress Teresa leaning out of Her car’s window, holding a cellphone. There was a cruel smile on Her lips as She aimed the phone towards my throat, then She pressed a button.
A sudden red flash startled me, beneath the huge cock in my lipsticked mouth. I looked down at the pink frilly-sissy bib I was wearing. The tiny red discs sewn into the bib were L.E.D.s — diodes — and now they suddenly lit up to flash the word GOLDILOCKS in bright red letters, flashing on and off!
All four Blacks laughed even louder, while the one with the camera took my picture again. “This little white bitch thinks she’s Goldilocks!” said the Black man in the driver’s seat.
“she ain’t a bitch! she’s a faggot!” said one of the Black Women.
As I frantically toddled to escape, the other Black Woman pointed beneath the hem of my too-short baby-doll nightie, Her long fingernails grazed the pink ruffles between my thighs, directly over the slight camel-toe in the flat crotch of my sissy-panties. “Yo, look! Little sissy-bitch got a pussy between her legs!”
“Yo, Goldilocks! What you suckin’ on?” the driver taunted me, clutching the steering wheel with one hand while his other hand fondled the crotch of his tight-fitting jeans. Unlike the front of my frilly panties, there was a huge male bulge between his thighs. “you want to suck on THIS, Goldilocks?”
I whimpered in terror, trying to toddle faster as I sucked on the cock in my lipsticked mouth. The four Blacks kept pace alongside me, but now they started loudly debating if they should make “Goldilocks” come for a ride with them.
Now I suddenly lost control of my bladder! I felt a hot stream of piss squirting through the Vagina between my pantied thighs as I started to pee myself! I blushed bright crimson as I felt a warm stain spreading through my ruffled sissy-panties.
“Ewww! DAMN! Goldilocks is pissing herself!” The Black Woman with the camera took one more photo of me — a full-length portrait revealing my entire little-Girl costume, including my urine-soaked pissy sissy-panties — as the Black man in the driver’s seat laughed, and then the car sped away. The glue holding my false eyelashes in place was starting to get gummy: now I realized that I was crying in humiliation.
I managed to toddle the rest of the way to the house. Mistress Teresa had already parked, and She was waiting near an open window on the house’s ground floor. I was surprised that a window would be open in this high-crime neighborhood.
“I see that you’ve wet your panties, you disgusting little Girl,” said Mistress Teresa, wrinkling Her face in disgust as She pulled a pair of latex gloves onto Her trim hands. “you’d better take those nasty wet panties off.” As I saw what Mistress Teresa intended to do, I shook my head in dismay and I tried to toddle backward… but Mistress Teresa suddenly reached one gloved hand beneath the hem of my baby-doll dress and She seized the waistband of my urine-soaked panties. There was a brief struggle, a tearing sound … and suddenly a cold October breeze was blowing across my naked buttocks and my Feminized crotch … totally bare except for the thin latex Vagina between my thighs.
Mistress Teresa flung aside the sodden panties disdainfully while Her other hand seized my corseted waist and She drew me closer. “Now listen carefully,” said Mistress Teresa as She unfastened the dildo-pacifier from my mouth, withdrew it, then She wiped my drool-stained lips on my pink frilly sissy-bib. “you’re Goldilocks, and this is the Three Bears’ house. In the story, Goldilocks went into the house without being invited. So that’s what you’re going to do.”
Mistress Teresa seized me by my bare thighs: almost the only parts of my body that She could grip firmly without tearing my flimsy Goldilocks costume. I struggled and whimpered, desperately pleading with Mistress Teresa that I had experienced enough humiliation for one night, and I wanted to go home. She ignored my pleadings as She pushed me through the open window. “Be glad at least you’re Goldilocks,” said Mistress Teresa’s mocking voice as I teetered on the window sill. “At least you’re not Alice in Wonderland.”
Something clicked inside my brain. I lost my balance and I fell backward, in a flurry of blonde curls and petticoats. Like Alice plunging down the rabbit hole, I fell.
As I fell, I seemed to feel as if my body was shrinking. Just like Alice in Wonderland, I was getting smaller…
I landed on my head, but the slight padding of my wig cap and wig protected me only slightly — Wig? It’s not a wig! It’s my hair! — as I hit something hard, head-first, and I lay there stunned. The world was spinning. I could hear a key opening a door, then Mistress Teresa’s voice telling someone: “…the little sissy-faggot I promised to bring you.” i could feel my body shrinking as She spoke.
I saw a dark male hand holding several Halloween masks: animal masks. I saw two cruel male faces standing over me: the two Black men I’d seen on the webpage, who were convicted sex-offenders … aroused by little girls.
I managed to stand up, stunned and very confused as if the insides of my brain were being shuffled. Why was I suddenly only three feet tall? I was about the same size as a four-year-old child.
Three people towered over me, larger and powerful while I was weak and small. The proud Female in the middle was Mistress Teresa. She was flanked by two large brawny males with dark skin: two Black men. One man wore gang colors; the other male was naked, except for a large diaper held in place with an oversized safety pin. I noticed an enormous bulge in the crotch of his diaper, like a spear pointing towards my thighs … and now I noticed a similar bulge in the jeans of the other Black man … also pointing towards my thighs. The two Black men stepped away from Mistress Teresa, and I saw She was wearing an enormous strap-on dildo.
All three people were putting on masks: Halloween masks with bear-like faces.
I suddenly realized that I had no idea who I was! I shook my head to clear it, and long blonde sausage curls slapped my face. Now I saw something frilly and pink in a mirror, and I knew it was my reflection. I looked in the mirror to see who I am.
I’m a four-year-old Girl! I’m dressed in a frilly pink baby-doll nightie. Beneath its too-short hem and my piss-stained taffeta petticoats, I see my tiny bare hairless Vagina. I squirm nervously in my Mary Janes, as my arms dangle helplessly from the short puffed sleeves of my nightie. Why can’t i move my arms? my mouth is suddenly dry. I run my tongue across my toothless gums, feeling a faint taste of lipstick. If I’m a four-year-old Girl, why don’t I have teeth? Why do I feel a sudden powerful urge to SUCK on something?
Towering over me are three huge furry bears: one in male clothes, one in Female clothes, one in a diaper. i know who they are: Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear.
Now I know who I am: my mouth opens, and I introduce myself in a high-pitched lisping little-Girl voice:
”my name ith…” i stop, trying to force my little-Girl mouth — as toothless as a baby’s — to form the adult syllables of the name “Goldilocks”, but I can only lisp and babble in a high-pitched baby-Girl voice:
”H-h-h-hewwo. m-my name ith Goldiwockth,” i say, curtseying nervously as a breeze ruffles my petticoats and exposes the girly-place between my thighs.
A minute ago, i couldn’t remember who i am, or where i am, or how i got here. But now i remember: this is the house where the Three Bears live. Naughty little Goldilocks came in without permission: she ate the porridge and broke the furniture.
And I’m Goldilocks.
my petticoats rustle as I tremble in fear. I’ve been a naughty little Girl, and now I’m going to be punished.
I whimper in terror, as I see that all three of the Three Bears have big huge nasty long thick things pointing at me from between their hind legs. Even Mama Bear.
Now Mama Bear points underneath my petticoats at my little girly-place between my trembling naked thighs. “We don’t want to make little Goldilocks pop her cherry,” says Mama Bear. “But one of you can rape Goldilocks in her little hiney, while the other one gives Goldilocks something to suck on. And I don’t mean porridge.” Mama Bear fondles Her strap-on. “When you’re done with Goldilocks, I’ll take over.”
Papa Bear and Baby Bear move towards me, stroking their huge nasty hard things. “Come here, Goldilocks!”
my toothless mouth has gone dry, but I have a feeling my mouth will be full of something wet soon. Not porridge.
Right now would be a really good time for the Huntsman to rescue me. No, wait, that’s Little Red Riding Hood. I’m in the wrong fairy tale.
I click my Mary Janes together, wishing I can go home to Kansas. No, that’s Dorothy.
I glance at my little-Girl-self in the mirror, thinking this would be a really good time for me to escape through the Looking-Glass. No, that’s Alice.
I’m Goldilocks!
i start crying … like a little Girl.
One of the Bears turns the lights out. In the dark, something pushes aside the long blonde curls framing my face, and thrusts itself between the pink toothless gums of my lipsticked mouth. Against my will, i start to suck on this erect invader. Hairy paws push roughly past my petticoats … lifting them aside, then gripping my little-Girl buttocks and spreading them apart as something long and stiff invades my hiney.
I squeal in terror, whimpering and kicking my Mary Janes. I hear Mama Bear laughing. “Save some for Me!” She tells Papa Bear and Baby Bear.
In the darkness, my mouth and my hiney are being filled with huge hairy dirty penises, while — beneath my long blonde curls — my memory is wiped completely empty and clean, except for one thought that I remember with absolute certainty:
I am Goldilocks. I’m a naughty little Girl. This is all my fault. Now I’m getting raped by the Three Bears … and I deserve it!
I feel like I know you from all your e-mails, the pictures you sent me, and the conversations we’ve been having. It seems like I know almost everything about you.
But most importantly, I know how much you like to dress up as a girl. And today, your dream is finally going to come true.
Are you excited, nervous, a little scared?
Yes? Yes what, excited, nervous or scared?
All of them? Oh come on now, there’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s just you and me today and we’re going to have a ball together!
Sit down on the couch with me and relax for a little while. Would you like something to drink?
Water? Sure, I think I have some water around here somewhere.
I have all the things you ordered from Secrets In lace inside. You know, at first, I thought it was silly that you wanted to have them shipped here, but now I think it’s going to be a wonderful surprise for you.
Their lingerie is just gorgeous; I know you’re going to love it. And I have a pair of very, very, sexy black, Sasha pumps with cute little ankle straps in just your size. You should be able to walk in 4-inch heels by now right?
And if that isn’t enough, I have a beautiful Rene of Paris wig in Vanilla lush, it’s a very light blond that will look great on you.
I also have some pretty clip-on earrings, an adorable set of pearls, and all-new makeup and nail polish, and…
Are you OK, you look a bit faint? Deep breaths sweetheart, take a few deep breaths.
If you’ve changed your mind and want to forget about this it’s fine, really. You can take your things with you and I won’t be mad or anything, it’s totally up to you.
Maybe you’re not ready, is that it? I understand. I’ll go get your stuff.
Did you say something? You want to do this after all? Well alright, but you have to promise to be a good girl and do everything I say. Is that understood?
Good.
Now the first thing we have to do is change your name, just for today. I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I think the name Candy is perfect for you. Do you like that Candy?
I thought you would. Now come with me. Wait, let me rephrase that, follow me downstairs.
You know Candy, later on you can practice walking up and down these stairs in your heels, won’t that be fun? I have so many important things to teach you about being a girl.
I see you’re all shaved like a good little girl, so now its time to take off those silly male clothes and put on your panties. You can change in the bathroom over there and I’ll get your lingerie. Just put your jeans and stuff in the shopping bag on the counter.
OK Candy, here are your gorgeous, Secrets in Lace, full satin briefs and a matching Cabaret Plunge Bra.
Candy? Hey-open the door.
A little more….. More….. Come on, you know you can’t wait to try these things on.
Here you go. Nice huh? They really make some beautiful lingerie don’t they? I’ll have to get some of these for myself. You’re not the only one that likes pretty panties you know.
We also have a matching garter belt to go with that, but I think we’ll do your makeup first. Now come on, get your pretty little butt out here.
Here she comes… Oh my, don’t you look pretty! Come on, don’t be shy, we have all kinds of fun in store for you this afternoon.
You love this don’t you Candy? You just love the feeling of the soft, silky, lacy fabric on your smooth body.
It’s perfectly alright sweetheart. All girls love pretty lingerie and you want to be a girl right? This is only the beginning for you Candy, only the beginning…
Why don’t you have a seat right here in this chair and I’ll make you beautiful, just like the Secrets in Lace girls that you love so much. Come on, that’s a good girl. Now just relax and enjoy this.
I want you to pay close attention to the way I do your makeup so it will be easier for you when you’re home.
Now, let’s pluck a few stray hairs in your eyebrow area, nothing drastic, we just want to neaten you up a bit. It’s very important to have groomed eyebrows you know, they frame your face which will be my canvas. I am an artist, and there’s nothing I love more than showing people how to properly apply makeup.
First, we’ll start with a liquid primer. This will give you that nice feminine, flawless skin you’ve always wanted. Be patient sweetheart, makeup is an art and it shouldn’t be rushed. Besides, I’ll bet this is your first time having professional help.
Did you used to try to put on makeup yourself? Its not as easy as it looks is it? Don’t you worry Candy; you are going to look amazing. And you can always call me when you’re dressing up at home if you have trouble.
Next, we’re going to apply skin matching foundation. I’ll smooth it over in a downward motion with a makeup sponge.
Are you paying attention Candy? I realize how excited you are but I want you to watch me. I’m going to give you everything we use today so you’ll have your own makeup kit.
Now I’m going to dab on some creamy concealer around your eyes and smooth it out. No more dark puffy circles for my girl.
This is fun isn’t it? You don’t have to worry about anyone coming over unexpectedly, or putting someone else’s things back. I know you’ve told me how stressed out you used to get about that.
I understand, I really do. So few women understand this you know? But I do Candy. I know how much you love to wear pretty things, and act like a girl, and even pretend you are one if only for a little while.
That’s why today is going to be so special. Not only will you be wearing some of the sexiest lingerie I’ve ever seen, but we also have a fabulous silk blouse and pencil skirt, full fashion French heel stockings, 4 inch black pumps, breast forms… Oh did I mention your breast forms?
You are going to be stacked young lady! Just like the models you adore so much.
Aw, you’re blushing, that’s so cute. But that’s not all Candy. Once I finish your makeup I have some jewelry for you, I’ll do your nails, comb out your wig, a splash of perfume, and then…..well, I have all kinds of things I want to teach you about being a girl.
OK, now I’m going to take this big brush and apply some translucent loose powder to set everything for now. Its amazing what you can do with makeup isn’t it? And we really have only just begun!
I love how you shared some of your fantasies with me, especially the one about your attractive neighbor.
I’m going to start on your eyes now; get ready to see some makeup magic.
You’re loving this aren’t you sweetheart? I’m glad. I love makeup as much as you do I’ll bet; you just watch what I’m doing and enjoy every second of it.
I’m going to use 3 colors of eye shadow all in the same hue. Trust me I know what I’m doing. I’m using a really nice MAC eye shadow brush. Its top quality and we won’t have to worry about any shedding hairs coming from it. Believe me, the last thing you want is shedding hairs!
Oh lighten up Candy; I’m just trying to have fun. I realize that as exciting as this is for you you’re still a little nervous, and I want you to be comfortable and relaxed.
Now about that neighbor of yours, I’ll bet you had a huge crush on her, didn’t you?
I knew it. Isn’t it interesting how we substitute one feeling for another? Here you were admiring her huge breasts and long, pretty legs, and instead of fantasizing about having sex with her you fantasized about being her!
And then, your mind created a way that you could be just like her. She would catch you dressing up in her clothes, and then turn you into a girl as punishment. Isn’t that what you told me?
Oh don’t be embarrassed, that’s probably one of the most popular forced feminization fantasies of all time.
Hold still now Candy, I’m just going to blend the eye shadow a bit and then we’ll move onto your eyeliner.
There, we’re cookin now pretty girl!
Next I apply black liquid eyeliner on the top, and a little on the outer edges for that sexy Cleopatra look. It’s really not that hard to do one you get some practice, you’ll see.
Have you ever used one of these? A lot of women don’t bother with an eyelash curler, but I think the results are well worth it. Stay still now this won’t hurt a bit.
You are going to be the talk of the town Candy.
Oh, you mean you’re not going out on the town once we get you all prettied up? Well alright, we’ll take some pictures so you can remember how amazing you can look with a little professional help.
Now its time for your mascara, have you used mascara before Candy? This is CoverGirl Lash Blast Fusion Mascara. It’s really very good and a great deal at about ten bucks a pop. Now watch…
I wiggle the wand left to right at the base of your lashes. Then, I pull the wand up and through your lashes, wiggling it a bit as I go. The wiggling part is the key because it separates them. After that, I’ll put the mascara wand on top of your lashes at the base, and pull it through to remove any clumps.
It’s easy when you know-how isn’t it? I’m going to do 2 coats and then we’ll move onto your blush.
So back to your neighbor. If you don’t want to talk about it that’s fine, but it really fascinates me how creative some fetishes are. Especially forced feminization.
You’ve told me that in your fantasy, she would come home and find you in her panties, modeling in front of the mirror, right? Then, instead of screaming and freaking out, she calmly teases you, and threatens to tell everyone you know. I love that part!
You apologize and beg for mercy, but she has you by the balls and you know it right? So what’s a panty stealing boy to do except let her feminize you and take you to a beauty salon!
Oh my God that is so cool!
I can only imagine the look on the women’s faces when you walk in with your neighbor wearing a pretty dress and heels!
Easy now girlfriend, we don’t want you messing up those pretty panties, yet.
OK, back to work. I get so caught up in the details you know?
I’m going to take another very soft brush and apply a little blush on the apples of your cheeks. This is where a lot of girls overdo it. You want it to look as natural as possible; the idea is to highlight your cheek, that’s all.
You know Candy; you’re really looking fantastic so far don’t you think? And we haven’t even got to your lip liner, lipstick, or lip gloss!
Let’s take a short break, I want to ask you another question about your caught in panties fantasy.
What do you think the most exciting part of the whole thing is for you? Is it being caught?
Or maybe being blackmailed and having no choice at all but to submit to a beautiful woman? I can understand how that would be a turn-on.
Or is it the embarrassment and humiliation of being in the hands of complete strangers who are in total control of you. Having to do everything and anything they ask of you, and being teased to the point of tears?
Yes, which is it then?
All of that? That’s really very, very creative don’t you think?
Well I think so.
Alright Candy girl, lets get back to you.
Now I know how much you love lipstick. In your fantasy, when the girls at the salon finally apply your bright red lipstick, you just want to explode don’t you? You do, I know you do!
Don’t be embarrassed Candy girl, lipstick is a very powerful thing. Did you know that women have been wearing lipstick for thousands of years? And lipstick has always been associated with femininity. At one time women who didn’t wear lipstick were suspected of being mentally ill or even of being a lesbian!
All girls love to wear lipstick honey, and you’re no different. It’s OK, really.
Now I’ll use a dark red lipliner pencil to outline your lips, tracing them slightly outside the natural line to enhance the fullness. Just relax.
I’ll bet you don’t even have a lipliner pencil at home, am I right? These are the things that you have to learn if you want to be a pretty girl.
There, now for your lipstick. This is Estee Lauder all day lipstick in blushing rose. Pretty isn’t it?
I’m using a brush for better control, but you can apply it any way you want.
Almost done, be patient. A little more….
Now blot your lips on this tissue like a good girl.
There, doesn’t that feel nice? And it looks great too. But were not finished yet, you need a little bit of lip gloss. This is Maybelline Shine Sensational Lip Gloss, and it comes in a little tube. You can put it on with a brush or your fingertips. It will add luster and sparkle to your already perfect red lips.
Go ahead sweetheart; put some on with your finger. Its cherry kiss, how cool is that!
Very, very good. You really make a very attractive girl you know that? And we have so much more for you today.
Let’s see how that wig looks on you alright? Are you ready for this? I’ll go get it, meanwhile you just look at your pretty face and tell yourself what a beautiful girl you’re becoming.
He we go, I really love this style. It’s a wedge cut with a tapered neck line and feathered edges. You’re going to look fantastic in this wig believe me!
Now just sit still while I comb it out a bit. It doesn’t need much but you want to do this before you put it on. Alright, now lets see how it looks on you.
Do you think that blonds have more fun Candy? We’ll see wont we?
Almost finished, I’m going to spray on some Giovanni L.A. Hold Hair Spray. This is something you’ll want to keep in your purse at all times.
Now, take a very good look at the new Candy. You look fantastic don’t you think? Those long eyelashes, eye shadow, blush, and that gorgeous red lipstick-Wow!
Go ahead, run your fingers through your pretty blond hair and lick your lips for me. Feel it Candy girl, I want you to feel like the beautiful girl you have become.
I’ll be right back…
Time to get dressed pretty girl!
Come over here and stand in front of the mirror. Come on. Now what do you see?
You see a very, very pretty girl with perfect makeup, beautiful blond hair, wearing a fabulous bra and panties. Now what’s wrong with this picture?
No stockings? Yes, but you also need a garter belt, breast forms, a blouse, a skirt, high heels, jewelry, a touch of perfume, and a manicure!
I know you don’t want to stop now right?
Of course not. But being a girl is more than just the clothes you wear, much more.
I want you to be a girl in your mind as well. I want you to feel like a girl, from the top of your pretty hair to the tips of your French heel stockings. It’s all about your attitude.
Your attitude will reflect everything you do, from putting on your stockings to the way you walk.
Now before you put on your garter belt, I want you to think about yourself in a special way.
You are graceful, you are poised, you are confident, and most important you are very, very feminine.
Now here is your Secrets in Lace, Intrigue Garter Belt in ivory to match your panties and bra. Go ahead, take it.
It’s awesome isn’t it! Wearing a garter belt will help you feel like the feminine little girl you know you are. Feel how smooth and silky it is, do you like it?
Oh, I see you do! OK pretty girl, let’s see if you know how to wear it.
Now normally you’d put this on under your panties. Do you know why?
Correct, so when you use the little girl’s room you won’t have to get completely undressed. But in this case you can wear it right over them. Go ahead and slip it on. Remember, graceful and feminine.
Take your time. Everything you do should be relaxed and effortless. You’re in no hurry at all. In fact, getting dressed is a special pleasure. I want you to enjoy every second of it.
Go ahead Candy; show me how a girl puts on her garter belt.
Excellent, now pull it all the way up and enjoy the feeling of all that silk and lace. Very, very good!
Here are your stockings, sit down on the bed and put them on as delicately as you can.
These are Banbury French Heel stockings; they will look so great with your skirt and heels. They are top of the line seamed stockings young lady; nothing is too good for my little girl.
See how they have that pretty pink band on them? Isn’t that just gorgeous!
Now I want to see if you’ve been paying attention to me. Put your stockings on one at a time, and connect them to the garter belt straps. Go ahead; I’m right here if you need help.
What’s the matter sweetheart, are you feeling a little overwhelmed? It’s perfectly alright, really. I know that this is what you love and I’m here for you.
Aww, you’re not going to cry are you? Come on now honey, there’s nothing wrong with dressing up, OK?
Sometimes the things that you dream about for so long seem like they’re never going to happen, right? And when they do it can be very emotional. Now give me a smile and just be happy.
Good, the last thing we want is to have to do your makeup all over again.
Now start again. Stretch your legs out a little.
Take one stocking at a time, roll them up, and then ease your foot into it. Gently but firmly, pull it higher and higher up your leg, smoothing out the fabric as you go. Take your time. Keep going until it’s all the way up.
Good, now put on the other one. You’re really very good at this you know. Pretty soon this will be second nature to you and you won’t even have to think about it.
Now stand up and attach the straps. Yes, there are six of them. Take your time. Do one at a time, then adjust the length like you would a bra strap.
I’m really very impressed Candy girl; you did that like a pro. OK, now put your leg up on this chair and re-adjust them. Now the other leg. You want to be comfortable as well as sexy!
Are you comfortable sweetheart?
You are sooo cute! It’s OK to be a little shy, really it is.
You’re doing great Candy, and I want you to know that I’m enjoying this as much as you are. I feel like a teacher, and when my student is learning and doing well then I feel very, very good. If you’re happy than I’m happy.
Are you happy little girl? Yes? I thought so. But wait, there’s more!
Are you ready to move on to the next step or do you need a break?
OK, we’ll move on.
What is the next step, why heels of course! But not just any heels, not for you Candy girl. You will be wearing these fabulous black Calvin Klein, Sasha Pumps with a 4 inch heel.
You must be dying to try these on by now, with your silky stockings over those smooth legs of yours, and that beautiful garter belt. Well Candy my dear, let’s go for it.
Now remember what I said about your attitude. You are graceful, poised, confident and feminine.
Strut on over here and I’ll put them on for you. I’ll be your Prince charming and you’ll be Cinderella.
Come on; now give me one of those pretty feet. These are nice aren’t they? Just relax your foot and I’ll slip them right on.
See, a perfect fit! Now put that foot down and give me the other. Once I get this one on I’ll let you buckle them, its part of the fun of wearing such sexy shoes.
You did tell me you’ve walked in heels before right? I hope you weren’t telling me a little pink lie because I don’t want you to get hurt.
Go ahead little girl and laugh, but professional models fall all the time on the runway.
Alright then Miss High Heels, I’ll give you a test. I want you to gracefully walk across the room, make a turn and walk back. I’m going to walk right next to you until I think you’ve got it.
I have a couple of tips for you. First, stand up straight and tuck in your tummy. Your hips will sway naturally so just let it happen, relax.
Now go ahead-slowly.
Well, well, well, so you can walk in heels? Another step in the right direction for you.
Now that I see you can walk without having an accident, I’d like you to do it for me again. Remember everything that we’ve talked about, and show me how a pretty girl struts around the room, just knowing that you look like a million bucks. Go ahead, and finish your walk in front of the full length mirror.
That was beautiful sweetheart, really beautiful. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’ve been a girl all of your life. Really.
Now look into the mirror and say to yourself; “I’m a beautiful girl. I’m graceful, poised, confident and feminine.”
Well I’m convinced! But we aren’t finished yet. There are a couple of little things missing. Well, they’re not really little things. Do you have any guesses?
Correct-Breast forms! Just wait until we put these babies in your bra, this will make a huge difference in the way your blouse fits and looks on you.
These are 40 Double-D Perfect Fit Silicone Breast Forms from the Cross-dressing Superstore. See how real they look? They even have cute little nipples!
They are going to fit perfectly in your Cabaret Plunge Bra. That’s a push up bra that already has some light padding, and we’ll adjust the straps to make it fit properly. Now just stand there and let me help you.
Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have 40 Double-D breasts?
Oh you have huh, I should have figured that. These are expensive but I think you’re worth it don’t you? Almost finished….there.
Well look at the rack on you Candy girl! You are HOT!
Alrighty then, let me get your blouse and skirt; they will be the icing on the cake!
Are you ready for this? Here we have one of the cutest tops I’ve ever seen. It’s an ivory, Katharina Chiffon Blouse. It’s sheer enough to show just a hint of your beautiful lacy bra too.
And to go with it we have an absolutely adorable, black Erica Pencil Skirt. Candy girl, you are going to look good enough to eat!
I’m going to take a break and make some coffee, so we can sit upstairs and relax later. I’ll leave you to finish getting dressed and be back in a few minutes.
Remember, attitude!
I’m back gorgeous! Oh, I see you’re sitting down; it’s not so easy to walk in 4 inch heels is it? That’s OK Candy girl, it’s not that easy for me either.
I have some very pretty quick dry nail polish, would you like me to paint your nails? I promise to help you remove it before you leave.
Yes? Good girl.
OK, now check this out. Here we have In a New York minute quick dry polish in a color called Downtown. It dries in just 60 seconds. You might want to get some of this for yourself, it’s really inexpensive and they make about 30 different colors.
Come sit over here and I’ll get another chair.
Well, your nails are in very good condition Candy. This will also make a difference in the way you feel. Maybe one day we can go to the local nail salon for a real manicure and a pedicure too. Would you like that?
I figured you would.
Just sit still and we’ll be finished in a couple of minutes. Then, all that’s left is jewelry, a bit of perfume, and you’re all done for today.
I have some earrings I think you’ll like, plus a set of pearls just like the Secrets in Lace girls wear with this outfit.
There, see how easy it was to do your nails? Now let them dry a tiny bit more while I find those earrings.
Here you are, these are silver hoop earrings that I bought a while back. I think they’ll really go well with your whole classy, retro look. Let me put them on for you.
I just push your hair back a bit, clip them on, and that’s it. Let me do the other one.
Very nice Candy girl. It’s these little details that really make a girl beautiful.
We’re almost completely finished my love. Let’s walk over to the mirror again so I can put on your pearls. Its fun to see yourself looking this pretty isn’t it?
Do you like the earrings? You can keep them if you want; a girl needs to have jewelry and this can be the start of your collection.
Oh you don’t have to thank me sweetheart, it’s my pleasure.
These pearls are only going to be a loaner. I’ve had them for a long time and they’re very valuable, but I don’t mind sharing them with one of my girlfriends.
Now these are medium size pearls, but you can get them in several different sizes and necklace lengths. Let me just clip them on….there you go!
Gorgeous, really you are simply gorgeous!
All you need now is a few drops of perfume on your wrists, and a little on your cleavage.
Be right back
I have something very special for my special girl. This is Clive Christian and it’s insanely expensive. I bought it for my girlfriend from Neiman Marcus and it was like $800 a bottle!
Here, put a bit on your wrists and rub them together. Nice isn’t it?
Now turn around and let me dab a tiny bit on your chest.
Mmmmm, I just LOVE that fragrance. Face the mirror again sweetheart and take a good, long look at the beautiful girl you’ve become.
You know that perfume really reminds me of my girlfriend. And you kinda remind me of her too in that pretty blouse with those perfect breasts and long pretty legs. Mmmmm…..you are soooo sexy.
Do you know what I like to do when she gets home? I walk up behind her and begin kissing her neck, while my warm breath gives her goosebumps. Little soft kisses like this….
Then I rub her shoulders a little like this, do you like that Candy?
Then, if she responds, I move my hands over her chest, cupping her firm breasts and gently squeezing them like this…..
Then I whisper into her ear;
(Whisper)
I want you baby girl.
I want your body.
I want your soul.
I want every little part of you.
I want your breasts.
I want your pussy. I want to give you a nice long tongue bath.
I want your legs wrapped around me.
I want to feel you warm tongue in my mouth.
I love you baby, you’re my girl….
Then I slowly move my hands down her body and into her panties. I touch her as gently as I can at first, and feel her getting wet, as she moans for more pleasure from my hands.
OH-OH, I’m so sorry Candy-I didn’t realize. You came in your panties didn’t you?
Well you know what? I think you just had your first orgasm as a girl and that’s awesome! Did it feel fantastic? I’ll bet it did.
Let me get you some clean panties and we can go have that coffee now.
It had been about fifteen minutes since Kara had turned onto the dirt road her Camry was currently rumbling down. Two women occupied the front seat, while a pair of camping chairs and several knapsacks filled the back. Wending through the dense woodlands, leaving a thick cloud of dust in its wake, the car came to a halt at a dead end.
“Beautiful day” Lisa commented from the passenger seat as Kara shifted the automobile into the park and killed the ignition.
“Good day to be outside” the dark-haired woman agreed, swinging the driver’s side door open. Thick soled combat boots hitting the sandy soil, she strode around to the back of car rendezvousing with Lisa. Camo-pants cover her thick hips, while a tight-fitting dark green tank top hugged her voluptuous breasts. Her militant look was a marked contrast to the slim figured blond Lisa, who donned a casual ensemble of daisy dukes and a white tee-shirt.
Kara fumbled with the key momentarily before the trunk popped open, where two sets of eyes turned to meet hers. Nestled in the compartment, lying face to hips with hands cuffed behind them were two nude men of similar appearance. One blond-haired and blue-eyed, the other with matching shades of brown; both wore their hair closely cropped the only covering to be found on their meticulously shaven bodies. Each also wore a black studded leather collar around their necks and had a ball-gagged secured between their lips.
With another key from her ring, Kara undid their respective sets of cuffs. “Get the gear” she ordered as the pair fumble over one another to extricate themselves from the cramped space.
Lisa looked the curious pair up and down as they laded themselves down with the chairs and bags in the back seat. “You’re just gonna leave them gagged liked that” she asked finding amusement in the situation.
“Ha” Kara laughed with a snort. “If I wanted a man’s opinion dear I would go find myself a boyfriend.” With a smirk she watched the two slaves unpack her vehicle “Sissy boys like these are better off seen and not heard.”
Trudging through the tranquil wilderness with Kara in the lead, the quartet settled in a quiet clearing at the side of a rain-swollen brook. The slaves first set up the duo’s camp chairs so that the ladies could sit in repose watching the rushing waters trickle between smoothed stones in the river bed, and listen to the birds chirping in the trees above. Meanwhile, the two men laid out some blankets on the leafy ground and set to task preparing a lunch of sandwiches and freshly cut fruits for the two women.
When the pair had dispensed with their lunches, Kara had the slaves avert their gazes to the ground while she and Lisa stripped down to their undergarments and splayed themselves out faced down on the blankets, folded arms propped up under their chins. For an hour they relaxed bathed in the warm rays of the noonday sun, while the two men massaged them with scented oils from their calves all the way up their shoulders. Lisa was more accepting of her brown-eyed man’s caress, while Kara is more domineering; never shy about doling out instruction on the proper way to ease her tense muscles. As the men worked the ladies bantered.
“Mmmm…This is so relaxing” Lisa cooed inhaling deeply as her designated servant knelt over her kneeling her back with his firm hands.
“I’m happy you’re enjoying it dear” her dark-haired friend replied with eyes closed savoring the sensation. “It took a long time to get these two’s skills up to where they are.” Opening her eyes, Kara’s brow furrowed in mild perturbance. “Easy on the hamstring bitch” she called back to her man as we worked the back of her thighs. Eyes rolling she sighed “Though they could always use a little more work.”
“You’re so mean” Lisa giggled.
“I enjoy it” Kara said closing her eyes and smiling as her manservant began laying into the lower side of her fleshy buttock. “Maybe I just have an old way of thinking about things, but I believe a slave is a slave, and they should be treated as such.”
“What do you mean?” the blond asked as her slave eased farther up her back, pulling her long hair back to begin working on her shoulders.
“Well you’ve kept subs before right?” she asked adjusting her brown-eyed gaze in her friend’s direction.
“Of course, on several occasions” Lisa answered back.
“What did you do? Cater to their precious fetishes, in exchange for the hard work and adoration they provided you?” she paused. “Kiss it!” Kara interjected thrusting her ass up slightly for her slave to put his lips upon.
“Well yeah, it was an exchange of sorts” Lisa retorted lightly.
“See, that doesn’t quite do it for me dear” she lectured. “I don’t reward my slaves. What I like is to see them shake, to know that they fear me; the power I lord over them. It gets me so wet to see man bust his ass for me all day, try as he best can to please me, only to treat him like the sad little pathetic abuse pig that he is. That its reward enough that I’ll take the second to spit in his general direction; find some meager enjoyment watching him suffer for me. I look for that quality in a slave” she finished with a smile.
“Huh” Lisa looked intrigued. “So no job well done?” she paused and shook her head as the tip of her slaves’ erect penis rubbed against the small of her back. “Wait a minute..”
Kara laughed loudly. “Ok, Ok” she admonished seeing where Lisa’s thoughts were headed. “So I do in ways cater to their fetish, it just happens to be mine as well, and they’re always reminded that my enjoyment is really what’s important here” Sighing she looked back towards the rolling brook. “I did bring a special little surprise, to reward these two for a job well done” she said smiling to herself.
Curiosity in her voice, Lisa turned to her friend. “Really, what?”
“Job well done!” Kara called out laughing heartily as a paintball whizzed from the barrel of her CO2 gun striking the blond-haired slave in his right buttock. His tormented squeal was muffled by the ball gag still fixed between his lips.
It was an hour later. Kara had re-attired herself in her combat fatigue. Lisa had her daisy dukes back on, though she still wore only her white latex bra as a top. The blond-haired slave was splayed out before them, facing away from the pair across the clearing. Arms and legs akimbo, he was bound between two trees; a series of concentric circles had been drawn upon his rear as a bull’s eye. Twenty feet to his left the brown-haired slave was bound similarly, though facing towards the pair. The Bull’s eye for him was upon his nipples, and a used soda can from the afternoon’s lunch dangled between his legs from a string affixed to his genitals.
“Try it out. Here” Kara said handing the gun off to her uncertain companion. “Just cock the handle on the side and pull the trigger.
Examining the contraption, Lisa pulled back on the side handle loading another ball into the chamber. With unsteady hands, she aimed and pulled the trigger. “Oh!” she yelped as the shot whizzed out striking the prone target high on the back, evincing another muffled cried as the slave arched his back in vain. “Did I hurt him?” she asked with concern.
“Don’t worry about him. The more he suffers, the more he knows his place.” Taking the gun from her friend she turned and drew a bead on the brown-haired slave. “I’ll show you how it’s done, but you better stay on the beginner’s target.”
“Why is he the beginner’s target,” she asked motioning towards the blond.
“Because” Kara elaborated firing off another round that splattered against the can dangling between the legs of her target. The slave squealed, not in pain but in terror. “If you miss her, you could really hurt someone.” She cocked the handle and took aim again, as the slave shook; his breathing heavy as his heart raced in fear. Another splatter as a paintball stung against his right thigh. “I hardly ever miss though,” she said nonchalantly as she reloaded. “He looks scared, but look how hard he is, wanna bet if I can nip the top of his cock” she boasted with a smirk.
The day had grown later by the time Kara had found her fill. She released the boys, quivering and peppered with paint stains and welts, from their bondage. Instructing them not to say a word she un-gagged them and permitted them to drink some water, before sending them down to the creek to wash off.
“I want you to bath each other” she instructed handing them each a sponge, as Lisa and she took a seat in their chairs at the edge of the creek.
Gingerly the two nude men tested the cool water of the stream with their feet, before hesitantly making their way out to its center.
“Hurry up sluts! We haven’t got all day” Kara called out irritated. “It’s not that cold, feels fine from where I’m sitting” she joked as they splashed out shivering into the thigh-deep water.
“I do have to be back soon, I’m meeting some family for dinner later” Lisa added quietly to her friend checking her watch. “We’ve got a little time though.”
Noting her friend’s observation Kara continued. “C’mon, lather that bitch up” she shouted, still amused as the brown-haired slave sponged at the red blotches and target on his partners behind.
“They don’t look like they’re enjoying this very much” Lisa noted, judging their enthusiasm by their flaccid penises.
“I know, isn’t it hot” Kara said sticking a hand down her pants to finger herself.
“Your incorrigible” Lisa laughed.
“You’re not done yet” Kara called out when the sopping pair turned to get out, their immaculate bodies gleaming in the waning sunlight. “I want you two to start kissing,” she said with a chuckle, Lisa bursting out laughing.
The two men stared at each other quizzically, as Kara stared on impatient.
“Do it now, or we’re just gonna hop in the car and leave your skinny asses out here like this. Homes about 20 miles that way” she said pointing east. “Take your pick.”
Nervously, the two men embraced; their lips hesitantly finding one another’s.
“That’s it” Kara laughed. “Make it sexy you two lovebirds. Get in close, squeeze his ass. I wanna see those sorry little limp dicks pressed nice and tight against one another.”
“Oh my god,” Lisa squealed. “That’s so cute” she took in the scene before her, one hand covering her mouth in disbelief.
Kara looked over at her friend, smiling with satisfaction at the look of mirth across her friend’s countenance. Her eyes strayed down to her heaving bosom, and she trailed a hand out to gently stroke the top of her friend’s arm. Hazel eyes gazed back to meet hers.
“You know, after watching all this I’d really like to take you home and scrub you down in a nice hot shower” she admitted.
Lisa blushed. “I’d love to, but there really isn’t time, I mean…” she said looking back towards all the things strewn about the camp. “There’s so much to clean up, and we have to get back, I don’t even have two hours…”
“It’s only 45 min. ride” Kara offered to surmise the situation. “We’ll leave now.”
“But what about all this,” she said gesturing to the messy camp.
Kara smiled deviously “I’ll come back for it later.”
Surveying the scene ten minutes later, Lisa shook her head. “They could have just come with us” she said somewhat astounded.
“I’d rather this be our time together dear. Just you and me” Kara replied fawning over her friend.
“I know, but you could have at least left them to clean up while we’re gone. I mean was this really necessary?” she finished gesturing at the two men. Each of the slaves, now toweled off, stood with his back to a tree pressed up against the rough bark. Their hands had been cuffed behind them around the rear of the trunks, and gags reinserted. An added length of rope had been wrapped around the front of the gags and behind the trunk, so their heads were pressed firmly to the tree and they could only look straight ahead.
Kara looked over her exposed captives, drawing excitement from the apprehensive looks she found in their twitching eyes. “Oh yeah” she concluded taking her friend by the hand and starting back for the car.
Black Goddess gave me explicit instructions for my slut training. I acquired a sexy slut outfit for myself, including a wig and make-up. I packed everything in a suitcase, with two clean towels. Next, I shaved my face and my entire body. No male hair would be tolerated on my sissy-white flesh. I was permitted to retain my scalp hair (which would be covered by a Female wig) but no sideburns, no facial hair.
I also prepared by taking a shower and then giving myself an enema to completely clean out my sissy-cunt.
I am forbidden to wear pants in the presence of the Black Goddess because I am a sissyfaggot. So, for the trip to enter Her presence, I wore my normal male clothes but with a Schoolgirl’s plaid skirt instead of pants. If anyone asked why I was wearing a skirt like a Girl, I was permitted to lie and say it was really a kilt. Black Goddess instructed me to wear nothing under the skirt … leaving my little pink inchworm completely exposed.
I took my suitcase to the bus station, where I got some funny looks for being a man in a skirt. As I bought a round-trip ticket to Black Goddess’s home town, I wondered what She and Her friends were planning for me. Perhaps my trip would be one way only.
Black Goddess also commanded me that I must suck a baby’s pacifier for the entire bus trip to visit Her so that my tongue and my sucking muscles would get lots of practice. As the bus started, several people on the bus laughed at me as I took out a pink plastic pacifier and stuck it into my mouth, then started sucking.
I knew that Black Goddess would have two friends with Her: a Black Lady named Kira and a Black stud named Master T. I had been specifically commanded not to tell anyone where I was going, nor whom I was meeting. If Black Goddess and Her friends decided to kill me — or if They decided to keep me prisoner permanently — nobody would ever know where I had gone.
The bus arrived in an African-American neighborhood. Several young Black men stared at me — a weak-looking white man in a Girl’s skirt, sucking a pacifier — as I stepped off the bus. I heard rude laughter, and mutters of “white faggot”.
The bus station was full of Black men, most of them young and bad-ass. I had been told to meet Master There, but I had no idea what he looked like. I saw one young Black man sitting by himself, who looked even more bad-ass than the others. I noticed the huge bulge in the front of his jeans. He was reading a weight-lifting magazine and holding a knapsack. I would take a chance that this Black dude was Master T.
I am Your bitch. How may I serve You?
Black Goddess had told me how I was required to report for slut service. Carrying my suitcase, I walked towards this Black man. He looked up as I approached, and he smirked when he saw the pacifier in my mouth and the skirt I was wearing. Now I put down my suitcase and took out the pacifier. Holding my skirt with both hands, I curtseyed like a little Girl while I told him: ”Sir, my name is sissyfaggot. I am Your bitch. How may I serve You?”
He pointed towards the bus station’s men’s room, then went back to his magazine. I picked up my suitcase, went into the men’s room and went into the stall farthest from the door. A couple of Black guys were pissing or using the sinks. I knew that Master T would wait until they had left.
As soon as they were gone, he came into the men’s room and went to my stall. “Let’s see what you got, faggot,” he ordered me. I lifted my skirt, displaying my naked crotch and naked ass and my little white pee-pee. Master T smirked, while he stroked his own bulging crotch. “Shit, you’re a faggot, all right.” He handed me something from his knapsack. “Put this on.”
He had given me a slave harness. Master T watched the door while I raised my skirt and buckled the harness around my crotch, padlocking it in place. There was a strap in the back containing a butt plug, but I was surprised that the plug was so small.
Master T seemed to be reading my thoughts. “Yeah, Black Goddess thought She’d start you out easy with something small up your faggot ass. Don’t worry; you’ll get something bigger in there later. Bend over!”
I meekly obeyed. Master T stepped into the stall and crammed the butt plug up my sissy ass. Then he padlocked the strap into place. I adjusted my skirt as Master T left the men’s room, pretending he had never met me.
The goddesses
Carrying my suitcase, and still wearing my sissy-skirt but now with a butt plug up my ass, I went out to the parking lot. A horn honked. Master T was standing by a car, alongside two large beautiful Black Women. I knew that the most regal one was Black Goddess; the other was Her friend Kira.
I stood in front of them and curtseyed like a Girl, raising the front of my skirt so they could see my little pee-pee. ”Ma’am, my name is sissyfaggot. I am Your bitch. How may I serve You?”
”Kiss my feet, faggot,” Black Goddess commanded me. I dropped to my knees and kissed both Women’s feet while Master T unlocked the car trunk. “We gonna put this punk-ass faggot in the trunk?” he asked.
“No. It might kill him, and I want to keep this little faggot alive until We get him home,” Black Goddess commanded, gesturing for me to put my suitcase in the trunk. “But I want to make sure he doesn’t know where We’re taking him. Kira, You know what to do.”
Kira approached me with a blindfold, a ball gag, and handcuffs. I submitted to having my eyes covered and my wrists cuffed behind my back. Kira crammed the gag into my mouth and buckled it as tightly as the butt plug up my ass. Just as the blindfold covered my eyes, I saw Black Goddess holding a candle and a lighter. Both Ladies pushed me into the back seat as Master T started the car.
i had no idea where they were taking me. I was forced to lie face-down on the back seat: blindfolded, gagged, handcuffed. Somebody lifted my skirt, exposing my bare ass and the butt plug. During the drive, Black Goddess and Kira took turns dripping hot candle wax on my ass.
The car stopped somewhere. Master T got my suitcase while Black Goddess made sure the neighbors weren’t watching. Kira held me by one arm and gave me instructions — “Turn left, there’s a step here” — as I entered a house. A door locked behind me.
i heard rough hands holding me, and then a knife touched my throat. “Hold still, faggot,” hissed Master T as Black Goddess and Kira proceeded to remove all my male clothes and my sissy-skirt. my shirt couldn’t come off while i was wearing handcuffs, so Black Goddess ripped it off my body. I heard footsteps, and then Kira announced that my male clothes were now safely taken away and locked up somewhere else in the house: I had no idea where. Black Goddess removed my blindfold. Then She unlocked the slave harness and pulled the butt plug out of my ass. Holding this towards my face so I could see my own shit on the butt plug, Black Goddess ordered me to lick it clean. Too terrified to disobey, I did as I was told.
Nearby was my suitcase, containing my slut costume and towels, but my male clothes — including my keys, my I.D., my wallet — had vanished. Nobody else knew I was here. I was completely helpless.
Now, all three Black Dominants proceeded to inspect my naked white sissy-body. I had to stand helplessly, naked and handcuffed. They seemed very amused by my tiny little pink inchworm. Finally, Black Goddess unlocked my handcuffs and ordered me to lie on the floor, eyes closed with my arms stretched out on the floor behind me. As I stretched out my arms, my fingers touched a radiator. Master T passed the handcuff chain between the radiator pipes, then cuffed my wrists so that I was chained to the radiator. Black Goddess blindfolded me again.
Toilet play
Kira had been studying brainwashing and hypnotism, so She took over now. ”you are a toilet,” She said, speaking hypnotically while I listened. ”your mouth is the toilet bowl. your lips are the toilet seat. your tongue is the bidet and the douche and the toilet paper. your little pee-pee is the toilet handle. To show you understand, wipe your toilet seat.”
My tongue licked my lips. Now, one at a time, Black Goddess and Kira took turns sitting on the white toilet seat and pissing into the white toilet. Both Ladies were having Their “periods”, so the faithful toilet licked them clean and douched them.
Now, Master T needed to piss too. Black Goddess didn’t want him to miss the toilet bowl, so She told him to insert the tip of his cock — just the tip — directly into the toilet bowl while he pissed into the white toilet. Black Goddess told Master T: “I don’t want this toilet to get Your full cock … yet.”
“We gonna put some shit into this white-ass toilet, too?” asked Master T while his Black cock pissed into the toilet bowl.
“Maybe later,” said Black Goddess. “I don’t know yet how much we can abuse this toy … and I want to keep it in one piece for the slut training.” She reached between my thighs and pulled the toilet handle.
Kira unlocked my handcuffs and ordered me to kneel, while She cuffed my arms behind my back again. She was still hypnotizing me: ”When Black Goddess slaps your face, you will wake up … but you will remember being a toilet, and you will tell Us what you experienced.”
Black Goddess slapped my face, HARD, then She removed my blindfold. I saw three Black people standing over my kneeling naked body. I made eye contact with Black Goddess. “Ma’am, I was Your toilet,” I said humbly.
She laughed. “Did you enjoy it, faggot?”
I knew I had to answer truthfully. “Yes, Ma’am. I did.”
“Time to clean the toilet,” said Black Goddess. Kira removed my handcuffs while Black Goddess ordered me to take a towel out of my suitcase and clean myself up.
I obeyed. They inspected me again, then Kira and Black Goddess sprayed my naked body with perfume so that I would smell like “a little bitch instead of a faggot”, as Black Goddess explained while Master T laughed at me.
Time to sissy up
Now I was ordered to feminize myself. I have a strap-on Vagina, made of latex the same pink color as my white-ass skin. I put this on, tucking my tiny inchworm and my useless balls inside it. “you’ll be seeing a REAL cock soon,” Master T assured me. I also put on my false breasts, gluing them to my chest. Then I put on a blonde wig, with realistic long blonde hair.
I put on my black corset, and Black Goddess tightened the corset-strings until I could barely breathe. I also put on a pair of black stockings, fastening them to the garters at the bottom of my corset. Then I put on my black high-heeled boots and a pair of black elbow-length gloves. Last, I put on a black leather collar. These black garments against my white flesh and blonde hair would symbolize that I am now a white bitch who is Black property.
Black Goddess had ordered me to bring some cosmetics appropriate for a white Woman. Now I was permitted to sit, although Black Goddess warned me that this would be the last time I would feel like sitting ”for a LONG time”. I sat obediently while Black Goddess and Kira glued false eyelashes to my eyelids, and then They applied lipstick, eye shadow and blusher to my face. When I was ordered to look in the mirror, a white-bitch slut looked back.
Now I was permitted to sit in a chair, eyes closed, while Kira hypnotized me again. ”you are a white-bitch slut whore. you are the lowest street-walker in the red-light district. Right now, you are sitting on a bench in the bus shelter, but in a moment you will get up and start peddling your white ass again. Master T is your pimp. you are terrified because you don’t have enough money for him. If you want to stay alive, you’d better show Master T what a good little bitch-slut you are. Get back to work, whore.”
Whore!
Obediently, I got up. Teetering in my high-heeled boots, I walked up and down like a slut, shaking my ass and thrusting out my tits, calling out to customers in a seductive slutty voice.
Master T walked up to me, speaking to me in words appropriate for a dirty little white-bitch whore who had disrespected her Black pimp owner. He demanded the money, threatening to shank me if I didn’t pay him. I was a helpless little white bitch in front of this big Black man. I did the only thing I could do: kneeling, I gently unzipped his fly and I seductively reached my gloved hands into his jeans. I lovingly stroked his huge Black cock, while my slutty Female voice expressed delight about how big it was. my lipsticked mouth tongued his Black cock until he was fully erect. Then I sucked him off, while Black Goddess and Kira watched me. Of course, when he came in my mouth, I swallowed. Whores are required to swallow.
Now all three of my Black owners grabbed me and bent my feminized body over a table. They put straps around my arms and my high-heeled legs so that I couldn’t get up. Black Goddess paddled my ass mercilessly.
Now, Master T butt-fucked me while Black Goddess and Kira took turns forcing me to eat Their Black Vaginas. It felt like Master T’s Black Cock was the biggest thing I’d ever had up my white ass. But I was wrong … because now Black Goddess and Kira put on strap-on dildos … and Their big Brown Cocks were even longer and thicker than Master T’s. I moaned and I cried like a little sissy-Girl while Black Goddess and Kira took turns fucking my white sissy-ass with Their strap-ons, while Master T made me suck him off again.
Black Goddess makes me thank my new owners for turning me into a slut whore, then Kira gives me my male clothes back. I am permitted to towel myself off and get dressed in my male clothes and my sissy-skirt. Then I am blindfolded and handcuffed and taken to the car. Half an hour later, I am taking the bus home again. I have no idea where Black Goddess lives, or where I was taken …
This wasn’t the first time he had been in the House, but he had never been in the Pledge Room. Alexandra had arranged it with her sisters, and that was all she would tell him. It was hot, with a slight breeze. Now he sat on the floor, waiting. He had a pair of her panties stuffed in his mouth as a gag, and another over his face, like a blindfold. This was something that would normally get him hard, the taste of her registering on his tongue and the smell of her in his nose. But the thought of all these new girls seeing his shame made his blood too scared to travel far from his heart.
In a way, that was comforting. Alexandra had driven into him that he was small and inadequate, and if he was soft and hidden, then he would prove to be pathetic like she wanted. And he wanted to please her.
He had to be a good boy
There was a rush of air and a gradient of sorority perfume mingled with the smell of Alexandra’s pussy. He twitched, but that was all. The flushed face underneath the stained cloth. He felt them form a half-circle around him. No muttering, just silence. And then Alexandra’s voice: take off the blindfold, puppy.
He did as he was told, tossing her panties to the floor. She was in the middle, slightly in front of the other girls. Gorgeous, like a goddess surrounded by pretty priestesses. A table next to Alexandra held a ruler, clover nipple clamps and the dildo, disconnected from their strap-on harness.
“Aww, puppy, I told you to be ready for us. I know it’s little, but you can do better than that can’t you?” She waited for him to nod, “do you need some help, boy? Ok, you may touch it, but you have to look at everyone here. Do you want to be my good puppy?” She took her panties out of his mouth and tossed them next to the other pair.
“Yes, Alexandra, I do.” She smiled down on him, and he touched himself. At first, it was nothing. The situation was too surreal. He met the girl’s eyes and stroked. Going down the row, one by one. Some smirked, some giggled. Some were straight-faced. Passing Alexandra’s reassuring smile, he began to stiffen; this was for her and he could do this.
A girl turned to whisper into her sister’s ear and they both tittered, their eyes pointing at his growing cock. That did it. Alexandra spoke, “there it is! In all its…glory.” And she giggled. “Good job, my pet.”
He thanked her and focused on staying hard without touching. It was difficult. He wanted to touch now. Throbbing inside and out.
“So, what do you think, girls?” Alexandra asked. One of them asked how big it was. Alexandra laughed, “let’s measure.”
He swallowed as she came toward him holding the ruler and sat next to him so the girls could see her measure. She took his cock in her hand and held it up straight, putting the ruler next to it. He twitched against her warm fingers. “Damn, I was hoping it had grown. Unless I’m reading it wrong?” She looked up at the rainbow of girls, told one of them to double-check her measurement.
The girl walked over a grin on her face. He blushed as she knelt beside Alexandra and took the ruler. “Oh my gosh, that’s hilarious!” She looked at him, “Five inches? How do you jerk off?”
Alexandra giggled, “maybe we should have him show us!” All the girls ooo’ed in agreement. Alexandra lead the girl back to the group and motioned that he should begin.
He grasped himself with his middle finger, index and thumb and slid down and up. There was laughter and he looked at the floor. Alexandra told him to keep eye contact with everyone. He reluctantly did. Stroking, feeling high on humiliation and exhibitionism. Alexandra told him to show the girls what it looked like if he jerked off like a man, so he wrapped his whole hand around his cock and was rewarded with laughter as he hid himself.
“Do it like that for me, puppy. Pretend you’re a man for us. Wow, us with you,” and she paused, “copious amounts of cum.” She smirked.
He tried as hard as he could, but the grip wasn’t good enough. He grew soft as he failed to come for her. “what’s the matter, puppy. Need some help? Come on, jerk for me, you can do it. Who’s a good boy! Yes you are! If you come, you’ll get a surprise. Go ahead and use your fingers. We all know you’re not a man.”
He thanked her and stroked vigorously. He glanced down at Alexandra’s panties and she noticed the direction of his gaze. She smiled and nodded, “you may.” And he picked up the closest pair and brought the crotch to his nose. Her scent was like baptism and he swam inside her smell.
The buildup started a war. Each passing eye contact emphasized his complete submission to Alexandra, but each stroke told him he was a man and going to shoot out like a cannon. He could feel his cum traveling as he battled between contrasting thoughts of worship and animal orgasm.
He inhaled with quick sniffs and focused on the beautifulness of her face. Her dominant, arrogant smile. He’d shower her in his cum.
So close. He was floating. Faster, her eyes, glowing with twisted and perfect love. He moaned and thoughts of manliness drifted away as he came all for her. His everything, his always.
The girls laughed, but Alexandra told them to shut up. She came over to him, gently took his hand holding her panties away. She stroked his cock gently, feeling the slipperiness of his cum. She kissed him, “good boy.” She licked her finger and grabbed his arm, standing him up with her.
She told the girls, “we’ll be back in a little bit, and you will all act as if this never happened.” She put her arm around him and lead him to her room.
They entered her room. She released her arm from him, closed the door and stood in front of him. She kissed him, stroked his hair. “I’m proud of you. Did such a good job.” She kissed him again, sucked on his tongue.
She walked him to her bed and had him lay down on her lap. He said, “tell me things, please?”
Alexandra shushed him and said, “it’s a fine cock. You know it only matters what I think, right?” He nodded, moving against her lap, nestled in her perfect thighs. “It’s just the right size for…hey, do you want your surprise?”
He sat up, “yes please!”
“Eager, much?” she smiled, but she rose and unzipped her pants, slid them down. The white of her thighs, bright against her black panties. His eyes instantly found the darker splotch on the fabric. His mouth began to water. “Tell me you want it,” she said.
“Very much so!”
She moved in front of him, dancing. Her hips swaying.
He watched her like he was praying.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down. A natural tease, she always stepped it up for him. The softness of her mound, that gentle slope down to the top of her clit.
He swallowed, entranced. The only colors his mind could see now were goddess white, sex black, and lust pink.
The fabric pulled away from her, glistening strands of wetness snapping from the cotton to cling back to her lips. “You want it, huh?”
“Yes, Alexandra!”
In one fluid motion, she slipped her panties the rest of the way off and turned around, her ass in his face. She spread herself and commanded, “lick it.”
He gasped. He had wanted to lick her ass forever, but it had always been a hard limit. She was self-conscious. Needlessly, he had always thought.
She whined, “don’t you want it?” she thrust it into his face. As an answer, he tentatively kissed the curve of her cheek, and then licked it. He moaned.
Alexandra came slightly out of scene space and asked if she smelled bad.
“No, sweetie,” he sniffed her, loudly, “you are amazing.”
And with that reassurance, she said: “lick it then, you little slut.”
He smiled and lapped at her sweaty, pink asshole like a good puppy.
