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Chapter 1

The Arising

To celebrate my transformation and to increase the effect of my
feminization, Mistress Lynn decided a name change was in order.

"What's a good name for a useless, slut French Maid," she asked herself
aloud. "I shall call you Dawn. I think it's appropriate because you are
at the dawn of a new way of life."

Another belt was strapped around my waist. It had a number of loops. My
mistress attached my wrist restraints to the strap.

This allowed me limited use of my hands.

"Just enough freedom for you to get this house clean," she explained.
"Here's your list of cooking and cleaning jobs. I'll inspect all the
areas and if they're not satisfactory your ass is mine, literally."

She showed me where all the cleaning things were and gave me a simple
menu to prepare. It looked to be enough to serve four or five people.

Mistress Lynn had returned to the living room to watch TV. After about
an hour of steady work, I was summoned to the living room.

She had removed her boots and was relaxing.

"My feet are really sore, be a honey and massage them for me," she said.

I took her foot into my hands and began massaging her small stockinged
feet. I worked on each toe, her ankles and her arches. I repeated the
process on the other foot.

"Now my calves," she commanded.

I slid my hands up her calves and kneaded the firm flesh.

When I looked up, I found my self staring directly between her outspread
thighs. It was like being offered a glimpse of heaven. My mistress caught
me staring. She used her free foot to kick me back onto the floor.

"Eat your heart out bitch," she laughed. "I may give you a sniff of my
pussy later. But first, you have to prove yourself to me. Get your ass
back to work"

I returned to my chores.

She, once again, called me back.

"Dawn darling, squat down in front of me. Here, hold my ashtray in one
hand and my drink in the other. I'm tired of reaching to the table," she
ordered.

I complied immediately, not knowing the torture she had in store for me.

While I was squatting and my hands were full, she would run one of her
nylon-covered legs under the skirt, up the inside of my thighs and work
her toes in my crotch.

I knew I couldn't take too much of that and keep my balance. She would
pause long enough to use the ashtray or take a drink and then begin the
torture again.

"Don't spill anything or you'll be punished severely," she warned as a
foot wormed itself inside in elastic leg bands of the panties and rubbed my
swollen, throbbing member.

I was helpless against her advances. The ankle restraints kept me from
spreading my feet so I could keep my knees together. So, I was forced to
spread my knees in order to keep my balance.

She had me where she wanted me under her total control.

Finally, I could not keep my balance and fell on my petticoat-covered
ass, spilling her drink in the process.

"Clumsy bitch," she proclaimed. "You screwed up and spilled my drink and
soaked my carpet. It's only fitting that you get screwed as your
punishment. Your virgin cunt is mine now slut!"

She commanded me to clean up my mess and return to the bedroom.

I cleaned up the spilled drink and hurried quickly to the bedroom.
Mistress Lynn was awaiting my clumsy arrival.

She roughly pushed me onto the bed. I watched her disconnect the clips
from each other, momentarily freeing my hands.

But not for long.

Mistress Lynn quickly secured new clips from the corners of the bed to
the basic restraints. She repeated the same procedure with my ankles. My
mistress then stepped back to view her spread-eagled slave.

"It's useless to fight your restraints. I'm going to remove your gag
soon so that I can hear your cries of pleasure when you surrender your
virginity. For your own good Dawn, be a good little girl and do as your
told," she said.

All I could do was humbly nod my agreement. Mistress Lynn then knelt
between my spread legs and smiled wickedly.

As I looked up at her, I could see my reflection in the ceiling mirror.
She, instead of me, was truly in the dominant position and was about to
do things to me that I only fantasized I would do with another woman.

Her hands reached down and slowly lifted my skirt and petticoat up my legs,
exposing my crotch to her view. She spread the skirt and petticoat back
across my chest and then began running her hands over my thighs.

Occasionally her hand would brush over my love-juice soaked panties.

I had been brought to the peak of excitement so many times that my
panties were literally sopping wet with pre-cum fluid.

"The hotter you get a virgin the more receptive her cunt becomes,"
whispered the domina. "You're one hot little piece.

"It's time to remove your gag. Soon you'll be begging me to **** your
cunt and I want to hear every scream," Mistress Lynn stated.

She then untied the gag and removed the dildo from between my teeth. I
was once again able to move my jaw and I felt that I should thank my
mistress. But, I remembered her rules about speaking. So I remained silent.

She held the rubber cock poised in front of my face, barely an inch from
my lips.

"Let's see if you can get my prick wet enough to enter your hot pussy.
Open your mouth and suck my cock," she commanded.

I slowly opened my mouth and she slid the cock slowly in-and-out of my
pursed lips.

She remarked that I had a real blowjob lips and would probably be the
hit of any party.

"You've got the sucking part down real well. You need some practice with
your tongue. We'll work on that later," she scolded.

The dildo was slowly removed from my mouth and I was surprised at the
popping sound it made as she pulled it from between my lips.

The mistress then returned to her teasing. This time she ran the cock
along the inside of my legs and across my crotch.My nerves were in a frenzy.
My cock/clit wanted to burst. My chest swelled and low moans escaped from my lips.

The more I moaned the more she teased. Suddenly, she stopped and climbed off the bed.
My body immediately began to arch against the restraints.
"Please don't stop," my brain screamed.
My reflexes echoed my thoughts. I had become putty in her hands.

Chapter 2

The Deflowering

"Lift your cute little ass in the air," she commanded as she stood
menacingly over the bed, her feet spread slightly apart.I lifted my but up
as a sacrifice to her, offering my crotch to her to with it as she willed.

This, I knew was my ultimate surrender.

It meant more than any words I could utter.

My mistress slid a pillow under my ass cheeks and remarked that my clit
was really swollen.

"You look like you would like to cum. Is that true Dawn," she asked.

"Oh yes, Mistress Lynn," I replied.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mistress, I would like to cum."

"Why?"

"Mistress Lynn, I'm so hot. My cock is about to explode."

"But, you don't have a cock," she scolded me. You must be talking about
your clitty"

"Yes mistress. My clitty is about to explode."

"Explode where?"

"In my underwear."

"Where?"

"Into the panties."

"Whose panties?"

"My panties."

"So!"

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please mistress, let me cum."

"Say that Dawn's pussy is on fire and she wants to cum."

"Please mistress! Dawn's pussy is one fire and she wants to cum."

"Who is Dawn?"

"Dawn is your slave."

"Who is Dawn?"

"I am Dawn, my mistress."

"What is Dawn?"

"Dawn is your slave, Mistress Lynn."

"Is Dawn my little panty slave?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes mistress, Dawn is your little panty slave and she wants ... no
needs... to cum, please!"

My mistress's face took on a stern expression again.

I knew immediately I had done something wrong.

The smack across my face proved it.

"Dawn, when will you realize that what you want is of no concern to me?
You are going to lose your cherry today because it is my wish, not yours,"
she explained. "Now that you have irritated me, I have decided that you will
not cum. I will still fuck your virgin hole until you scream for release. I
will tease your clit until your senses reel. But, I will not allow you to cum.
Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

She walked to her closet and brought some things to the side of the bed
and laid them out within her reach.

"White is for virgins. There's no need for virgin-white panties to cover
your quivering slut cunt," she said as she took a pair of scissors and
cut the panties at each side. She pulled the panties out from under my ass
checks and pressed them against my mouth and nose.

"Smell and taste your juices, bitch." Suck those juices from your
panties crotch."

Of course, I obeyed, sucking in the juices from the panties. They were
soaked with pre-come fluid.

Next, she picked up a long wooden bar that had straps attached at each end.

"This is a spreader bar," she said. "This will help keep you spread wide
so that I have a clear, open shot at your hole. It will keep your legs as
far apart as I want for as long as I want."

Mistress Lynn attached one end of the bar midway up one thigh. She then
freed the opposite ankle from its restraint and began spreading my legs
apart. I thought I would split before I was spread far enough for her to
attach the other end of the spreader to my thigh. The bar forced my ass
even higher, as I was rocked further onto my back.

I also began to realize that I had only one hole that could be penetrated.

Mistress Lynn was right it surely was my virgin hole.

She must have noticed my fear and concern because she began torturing me
with those magical hands of hers.

"Your clit is so swollen Dawn. But, your pussy is still not wet enough
for me to ram my cock into. Let me give it some help," she offered.

She held up the jar of Vaseline I had brought and unscrewed the top.

My mistress then spread a small amount of it onto her hands and began
spreading it between my upturned ass cheeks. She wormed an oiled finger
into my hole and began wriggling it around inside.

My muscles locked on that finger and a moan of pain and pleasure escaped
my lips. She used her other hand to play with my throbbing cock, slowly bringing
me rapidly to the brink of an orgasm.Mistress Lynn held me at the plateau
for what seemed to be forever.

She would stop her fondling at just the right instant or would remove
her finger whenever she noticed my ass start to sway or try to press against
her hand.

I lost control and began to plead with her, "Please mistress. Don't
stop. Let me cum!" Instead she stopped completely.

She reached to the floor and strapped a harness around her waist. She
was facing away from me while she attached something to it. When she turned around
the dildo that had spent so much time in my mouth was attached to the harness.
I just knew that cock would split my virgin hole open.

"Do you really want to cum Dawn? How badly do you want to cum?"

"Oh, mistress. Please let me cum. I'll do anything! Anything!"

She crawled back onto the bed. She moved between my spread thighs until
her knees touched the spreader bar. The cock was perched barely inches from
its target.To my surprise, she lifted herself up and squatted on my chest.
The cock now rested against my cheeks, brushing across my lips whenever
she moved.

"Would you like to have my cock, Dawn?"

"Yes, Mistress Lynn."

"Yes, What?"

"Please let me have your cock."

"How would my little slut like to have it."

"Any way you desire, mistress."

"Would you like to lick it?"

"If would please you, my mistress."

"Maybe you would rather suck it?"

"Please mistress, let me suck it."

"Would you like me to screw your tight little hole?"

"Please fuck me with it. Please let me have your cock!

She teasingly brushed her shaft against my chin and across my cheeks. I
found myself reflexively licking my lips and pursing them in
anticipation. What a slut I was becoming!

Mistress Lynn began lowering the latex penis between my lips.She totally
controlled the action. She would sometimes pull out and slip just the head
between my lips, then suddenly forcing its entire length back
into my mouth.

"See, I told you that you would get better with practice. You're
becoming a real cock sucker," she giggled.
"Let's see how well you can do with your tongue."

Her cock retreated from my mouth and placed it barely between my lips.

"Use your tongue, Dawn," she commanded.

I stretched out my tongue as far as it would reach and began to lick the
head of the shaft.

Mistress Lynn then slapped my face with her cock, forced it between my
lips, pulled it out, made me lick it and slapped me again.

"I can be a cock teaser too," my mistress said.

All of this excitement was bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

She probed my hole again. This time she slipped in at least three
fingers.

I began crying for relief.

"Actually, Dawn, you're still not ready. Your tight little hole still
needs loosened some more before you can handle me."

The mistress used a small vibrator to warm me up.

"They call this the ultimate squirmy, Dawn. You'll just love how it
squirms and rotates in your pussy just like a real cock."

She rubbed some lotion on it and slowly worked it into my hole.

I gasped as she slid it deeply into me. The gasp was replaced with moans
of pleasure when she turned on the vibrator and started working it in and
out, readying my hole for her ever-erect cock.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Mmmm!" My moans gave me away.

She knew I was ready.

So did I.

My legs were high in the air.

The spreader bar offered my mistress unimpeded entry.

I watched her oil her cock and then rub more in and around my hole. The
time had arrived.

She shifted position and began lowering herself on top of me. One of her
hands slowly guided the instrument of my deflowering to its awaiting
sheath. The other hand covered my mouth.

I swallowed hard ... took a deep breath ... closed my eyes and offered
myself up to her, straining my ass up to meet her.

The blunt end of the dildo began to force its way past my tightly
clenched anal opening.

Her hand over my mouth forced the screams of my **** back down my
throat. Ever so slowly, the dildo entered my hole.

"Aaarrrggghhh!" I had to gasp for breath with every movement she made.
As my muscles began to relax, the pain began to subside and waves of
pleasure began to wash over me.

Once she had managed to bury the eight inches of latex cock deep in my
hole, she stopped moving. I could feel her groin pressed against mine.
She began to withdraw as slowly as she had entered me.

"Relax, Dammit," she yelled. Don't tense those pussy muscles. Relax!"

She removed her hand from my mouth.

The hand now encircled my throbbing cock.

Once again, she buried the dildo deep within me and slowly withdrew.

"Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhhh!," I moaned absorbing the impact of her strokes.

My mistress laughed in triumph. She roughly buried it again and started
to slowly **** my virgin hole.

As my insides stretched and adjusted to accept its intruder, a soothing
warmth began to spread through my veins.

This wasn't too bad after all. The sensations continued to grow from
mildly stimulating to downright arousing.

My ass started to sway in a rhythm trying to match her every thrust.

Abruptly, she stopped her assault on my hole. She withdrew the cockhead
and rested it against my rectum, poised and ready to invade again at her
will.

"Don't stop, mistress. Please fuck me. My cunt is burning for you.
Please shove your cock in and out of my pussy. Don't stop, keep going," I
implored her.

In response she penetrated me again and picked up the tempo of her
thrusts.

"Are you ready to cum, slut?"

"Oh yes, soon, very soon my mistress!"

"Beg!"

"Please, mistress, please!"

"Beg!"

"Please fuck me, mistress. Please make me cum. I'll do anything."

"Anything?"

"Yes, my mistress, anything!"

"Would you like me to play with your swollen clitty?" Her hand began to
pump my dick.

"Oh, yes mistress, please! Please play with my clitty while you fuck my
hole!"

She stopped abruptly.

"What do you want me to fuck," she asked?

"My hole, Mistress Lynn. Please fuck my virgin hole."

"You mean you want me to fuck your pussy."

"Yes, please! Please fuck me!"

"Fuck your what?"

"Please!"

"Fuck your what?"

"Pussy."

"Whose Pussy?"

"My pussy."

"That's much better. Beg me for my cock, you whore!"

"Please! Please, Mistress Lynn. Fuck my pussy!"

"Is your pussy hot, Dawn?"

"Ohhh yessss!"

"How hot?"

"Very hot!"

"Talk dirty to me bitch. Tell me how hot you are. How badly you want
it,"
she commanded.

"Ohhh ... yes! Please fuck me my mistress. Fuck me long and hard. Your
cock
feels so good in my steaming pussy, pounding my insides. **** my cunt.
Please! Please! I beg you, my mistress. Please fuck my cunt!"

My mistress seemed pleased. Her fingers snaked around my member. She
slowly
massaged it up and down, first gently, then with almost reckless
abandon.

"You really do want my cock buried deep in your pussy, don't you, you
slut!
You love the feel of my cock!"

"Yes my mistress. My cunt is on fire. Please stuff your prick deep into
my
cunt. It's so big and swollen inside me. You're tearing me apart with
that
cock of yours," I moaned.

Whipped into a frenzy, my ass arched to meet my mistress's every thrust
into my hole. Her hand manipulated me with every stroke.

She took me to heaven, then hell, and back to heaven.

"I'm burning up inside. You're setting my insides on fire. I can't stand
it."

The feeling of fullness in my hole was soon replaced by the feeling of
fullness in my member. The pressure built and built.

"Oh, my God. You're fucking me crazy. Fuck me. Fuck my burning pussy
goooood," I moaned louder and louder.

"That's it Dawn, scream your lungs out, you little slut. You're now
going
to cum harder than you ever have before. It will be the most intense
orgasm
of your life. Above all remember your promise that you'd do anything if
I
made you cum," my mistress stated.

"I remember. Please! Please! Let me cum, I'm going to explode."

My mistress buried the dick deeply into my bowels and pumped my member
at
the same time.

"I feel it coming! Don't stop. I'm so close. Oh, yes. Oh, my God. Oh
yes!
Yes! Fuck faster! Faster! Ooohhh, I need it soon bad. Oh, Ooohhh Ahhhhh!
I'm coming! Aaaaauuuugggghhhh!"

The orgasm was so strong, so long and so intense that I don't remember
screaming or moaning. I fainted from its intensity.

I awoke knowing that my life would never again be the same.

Chapter 3

The Awakening

I awoke alone in the bedroom. My restraints had been removed. So had the
French Maid outfit.

A note was taped to my chest.

After finding a lamp on the night stand, I began reading the note.

"Welcome to womanhood, you hot little bitch. I'm sure your cunt and clit
are both very sore from our little workout.

I assure you it was nothing compared to what awaits you.

There are fresh clothes laid out for you in the dressing room.

Prepare yourself carefully after you take your scented bath and remove
all
your hair. The only hair I want to see is the hair on your head. Be sure
that all your cunt hairs are gone. There's nothing sexier than a smooth
crotch.

After you've dressed, secure the restraints to your wrist and ankles.
I'll
adjust them when I return.

Don't forget your promise to do "anything" if I would let you cum. You
will
pay for what you promised in the heat of your passion.

By the way Dawn, you do take beautiful pictures. You looked so peaceful
sleeping with your full lips wrapped around the dildo and a vibrator
crammed up your ass. I'm sure your "ex" would get a real charge out of
seeing them.

The door is padlocked. I have taken your clothes and car to a friend's
house.

We will be back about 9:30 p.m. You had better be dressed and prepared
to
serve us.

Remember, our wish is your command.

Your mistress

Lynn"

I painfully rolled over to check the clock. Every muscle ached. My hole
felt as if a hot poker had been jammed into it. I groaned with every
movement. The light from the desk clock cast an eerie glow in the room.
I
noticed that my slashed panties were balled-up next to me on the bed.

The maid's outfit was now hanging on a hook on the door.

I ran my hands across my body. The corset was still cinched tightly. It
felt like a second skin now. Each movement on the bed caused my
stockinged
legs to brush together, once again awakening feelings of excitement.

The spreader bar laid threateningly on the floor next to the bed -- a
vivid
reminder of my lost virginity.

It was now 8:45 p.m. Only 45 minutes remained before my mistress
returned.
I found my way to the bathroom and drew my bath water. A bottle of
scented
liquid sat on the sink. I emptied a capful into the tub and settled-in
for
a luxurious bath. A feeling of total relaxation enveloped me. A razor
and
hair removal creme caught my eye. Could I actually shave myself smooth?
How
would I be able to face people?

The thought of experiencing the wrath of my mistress erased my doubts. I
began the task of making myself presentable for Mistress Lynn. After
toweling myself dry, I entered the dressing room. My evening attire
awaited. It consisted of a scarlet red corset, falsies, black nylons,
red
pumps, red slip, red mini-dress and the red panties I had purchased
earlier. I handled each delicate article carefully. After hooking the
corset in place, I inserted the falsies. Their texture against my nipple
seemed to keep them in a constant state of arousal.

Next came the stockings. I carefully smoothed them up each leg and
attached
the garters. Stepping into the panties, I swooned with pleasure as the
material rested against my clean shaven crotch.

Dawn was, once again, taking over my personality. I began feeling like a
school girl getting ready for her first party.

The red slip barely covered my ass cheeks. Next, I smoothed the red
satin
mini-dress in place over my sexy lingerie. A black wig of cascading
curls
topped my head.

I soon found myself posing in front of the full-length mirror. My mirror
image excited me thoroughly. My cock throbbed in my panties and I felt
myself getting wet down there again.

A little makeup would help, I thought. I experimented with Mistress
Lynn's
assortment of makeup, mascara, eye liner and lipsticks. I didn't do that
bad of a job. A little on the slut side. But, that's how I felt at the
moment anyway.

Chapter 4

Mistress Lisa

The sound of feminine voices outside the room snapped me back to
reality.
After unlocking the padlock, three women entered the room, my mistress,
a
beautiful tall blonde and another woman who remained in the shadows of
the
dark hallway. I lowered my head as Mistress Lynn approached me. She
cupped
my chin, raising my face to meet her gaze.

"Not a bad job," she said. "That dress and your makeup job could earn
you a
few bucks on any street corner. Something, however, seems to be
missing."

The blonde beauty beckoned my mistress to her side and whispered
something
in her ear. Mistress Lynn immediately stalked toward me and slapped my
face. The sting brought tears to my eyes.

What had I done wrong?

"You stupid, useless cunt. How dare you embarrass me in front of my
friends. Can't you follow a simple order? Where are your restraints?"

I could only whisper that I was sorry that I was so stupid. I quickly
fastened the restraints to my wrists and ankles.

"You're sorry all right. You're going to be even sorrier later.
Punishment
will come soon enough. Tonight, our pleasure comes first."

Mistress Lynn than asked her two friends who wanted to inspect her slave
first.

"I do," said the blonde.

The third lady remained in the shadows watching my every move.

"Dawn, I want you to meet Mistress Lisa. I'm sure you remember her from
Victoria's Secret. She's the one who picked out your panties for you.
You
will obey her as you obey me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

The blonde beauty pulled me into the bedroom, leading me to a spot on
the
floor marked with a piece of tape.

"Stand over that spot and spread those legs, cunt."

I centered myself over the spot, my legs spread as far as possible . The
domina then attached my ankle restraints to two clamps on the floor.

"Raise your arms over your head."

The wrist shackles were then attached to two ropes hanging from the
ceiling. When they were pulled tight, I was stretched into a jumping
jack
position. Once again, I found myself helplessly spread-eagled. She
reached
into her bag and pulled out something that resembled a riding crop.

"You'll become familiar with this little toy of mine from one end to the
other," she sneered. She traced the handle along each cheek.

"Lynn tells me you're an excellent cock sucker. Well, I prefer to have
my
pussy eaten. There's not too much difference. First, let's see how well
you
can work your little slut mouth."

Mistress Lisa firmly pressed the handle between my lips. They opened and
began sucking the handle in.

"You're a natural deep throat artist, aren't you? Show me how good you
are
with your tongue."

She slowly pulled it back out of my mouth and held it about two inches
from
my lips and commanded me to start licking. My tongue darted out. It
snaked
up, down and around the handle, caressing it fondly. I repeated this
flicking process over and over again.

"Not bad, you whore. Your mistress has taught you well. Does cock
sucking
and pussy eating turn you on? Don't answer. I'll find out for myself."

Because of my spread-eagle stance, my skirt and slip had ridden high up
my
thighs. A hint of red panties peeked from beneath the skirt.

"I certainly have great tastes in panties. I love how they fit so snug
on
you cute little tush. It's a shame I didn't get to see you in the white
ones. Oh, well! Like Lynn says, 'white is only for virgins.' And there's
no
virgin in this house. Is there Dawn?"

Before I could answer, Mistress Lisa again pressed the crop back between
my
lips. With her free hand, she reached down and cupped my crotch.

"Those cute little panties are really soaked. And that swollen little
clit
keeps jumping in my hand. I bet you'd just love to have me ram this
handle
into your hot, tight little hole."

She removed the handle from my mouth and pressed it firmly against my
hole.
The panties were pressed into my ass, mercifully keeping the handle from
invading my already sore butt hole. Stepping behind me, she caressed my
ass
cheeks and pulled my dress up to my waist. With one swift motion she
pulled
my panties down to my spread knees. The crop swished through the air and
then it found its mark. I felt a sharp sting as it landed across my
naked
flesh.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The crop found its target again and again. My ass jerked uncontrollably
as
she whipped my ass with the riding crop.

"That's the pain. Next comes the humiliation."

Chapter 5

Stepping Out

She unfastened my imprisoned ankles and had me step into the red heels
and
tightened the straps around my ankles. She placed a bracelet around my
ankle.

"This is my gift to you. Wear your slave bracelet proudly," she said.

My wrist restraints were removed and she led me toward the door. I
balked,
earning an immediate slap.

"Stand out on the porch and wait for me," she commanded as she pushed me
out the door.

The cool night breeze played a sweet rhythm on my stockinged thighs. My
knees weakened. I had to lean against a porch post for support. The
porch
light came on. The three women inside waved to me from a window. The
moisture that had formed on my panties from my excitement felt cold
against
my cock. My ass cheeks clenched tightly from the breeze.

I prayed no one would pass by and see me. The door opened. Mistress Lisa
emerged clad in jeans, windbreaker and a baseball cap. Her long tresses
were hidden under the cap, giving her a manly appearance.

"Ready for our date, Dawn? I hope you're not the kind of girl who
doesn't
put out on the first date," she whispered. She took my hand and led me
to
her convertible. The top was down. She opened the passenger door for me
.
As I slid onto the seat, she fondled and pinched my ass.

"Nice buns."

It was hard keeping the skirt pulled down. The seats were vinyl. My butt
slid every time I moved, exposing my moist, pantied crotch to the summer
breeze. The mistress pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the
interstate on-ramp.

"Slide over here. Don't be shy," she intoned.

I slid closer, so close our thighs touched. Primly, I pulled my skirt
down
in a vain attempt to cover myself.

"It's a little late for modesty, Dawn," she said. Her hand reached
between
my clenched thighs and roughly forced them apart. Expert fingers began
massaging their way to my crotch.

"Spread those thighs and pull your skirt up. I want these horny truckers
to
be able to see your sweet little panties when they pass us. Put you
heels
up on the dashboard and recline your seat a little. If you don't do it,
I'll drop you off right here," she warned.

I complied as fast as she could bark out each order. My facial color had
to
match the red of my panties. I was embarrassed at being displayed so
openly
for everyone's view.

"Lick your fingers. Slide them into your panties and play with your
clit."

As soon as my hand dipped behind the wisp of satin material, I heard an
air
horn blast and a trucker shout, "Hey bitch, how about letting me put my
meat there in place of your hand."

I wanted to die.

Mistress Lisa laughed aloud at my shame and humiliation.

"I want you to play with yourself with one hand and rub my crotch with
the
other. I brought you on this ride so you could please me, not yourself
."

I moved my hand to her crotch and began massaging. To my surprise, I
felt a
bulge in her jeans. Could Mistress Lisa actually be a man? How can she
possibly have a hardon? I continued to rub.

"Open my pants. Pull down the zipper. You've given me a hardon with all
that rubbing. It needs taken care of. Give me a blowjob. Now," she
commanded. "Put some of that lipstick on my dipstick."

After unbuttoning her jeans, I could feel something straining to escape.
A
rubber cock sprang out and pointed itself directly at me.

"Suck me off, cunt."

"Yes, mistress."

I pulled my legs down off the dash and knelt on the front seat. My head
lowered into her lap and began sucking and licking the dildo that had
become a large part of my life lately. My mistress laughed as drivers
honked and waved as they spotted my head bobbing up and down on the
cock.

"Disconnect the cock from its holder. Eat my pussy. Suck my pussy lips.
Lick my clit until I cum," she breathed heavily.

The dildo was easy to remove from its harness. I laid it on the seat and
returned to the object of my attention.

"Ummmm, that feels so good," she moaned.

She spread her legs wide for me so that I could better bury my face in
her
pleasure palace. Her womanly aroma quickly filled my nostrils. I was so
wrapped up in pleasing her that I could no longer hear the horns or
yells.
I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. The erect little nub pulsed
hotly against my tongue tip.

"That's it. A little faster. Oh! Keep licking that spot. You're getting
better."

Her thighs twitched uncontrollably. They squeezed the sides of my head
as I
thrust my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. I thought my tongue
would come loose at its roots as it continued to dive into the depths of
her seething cunt. Suddenly, her ass lifted high of the seat and her
pussy
continued to grind hard against my lips and tongue. Her thighs literally
locked themselves to my head.

She tensed. Strained. Tensed. Squeezed. Moaned. Tensed. Strained.
Screamed
aloud and crashed back into the seat.

"Oh God, that felt so good!"

My mouth was filled with her juices. Her thighs finally released my head
from their vise grip.

"Not bad, bitch. Not bad at all."

I was amazed that we were still on the road. She had more control than I
had. Mistress Lisa commanded me to zip up her jeans and help her
straighten
up. After gaining her composure, she reached in to the glove box and
pulled
out a jar of Vaseline.

"Take this and lubricate the dildo really well. You might want to grease
your love hole too. You see, For your reward, I'm going to let you home
with that cock buried in your tight little twat."

I spared no grease, remembering how hard it was to initially take in the
rubber cock, especially the massive head of it. Lifting my ass of the
seat,
I wormed a greased finger into my hole. The muscles tensed around it and
I
imagined the discomfort awaiting me.

"Pull your panties down, Dawn. I'll hold the cock in place on the seat
while you lower yourself on it."

Panties pulled down, I raised my ass at least a foot into the air. While
still driving, she slid the dildo into place.

"Start lowering yourself. Take just a little at a time. Do you feel it
going in?"

The end of the dildo bounced against my hole and slowly worked its way
inside.

I nodded that I did. As soon I did, she slammed on the brakes. I lost my
balance and slid immediately down the length of the greased shaft. It
was
totally buried in my hole. "Aaaaaiiiieee," I screamed in pain.

"Shut up, bitch!"

The pain was soon replaced by an almost pleasurable feeling of fullness.
The pain returned, of course, every time we hit a bump or made a hard
turn.

"Pull up your undies, you shameless slut. Cover those legs. Have you no
pride at all? I thought I was taking out a nice girl. Wait until I tell
your mistress what a bad little girl you've been," she laughed as
continued
down the road.

Once we left the interstate, she wound her way home along only unpaved
gravel roads. Every bump caused me to moan in pain. Every moan drew a
snicker from my date.

"How does it feel to have a cock imbedded in your twat," she exclaimed.

"It's soooo big and soooo hard inside me," I moaned.

As we pulled into the driveway, Mistress Lisa told me to exit the car
like
a lady, go inside and wait in the bedroom while she discussed my conduct
with Mistress Lynn.

I exited the car in as prim and proper a manner as possible. After
smoothing the skirt on my legs, I began my walk up the driveway and onto
the porch. My heels clicked loudly as I walked quickly to the door. My
thighs rubbed together and my muscles strained against the cock buried
in
my hole. The door was unlocked and I went directly to the bedroom,
closed
the door and awaited my fate.

Chapter 6

Mystery Mistress

"That Dawn is one hot piece of ass," exclaimed Mistress Lisa. "With a
little more discipline, she'll make a first class she-male slave."

She told her friends everything that happened on our 'date.'

"You should have seen the reaction of those truckers when they saw Dawn,
her dress hiked up, and her fingers buried in her panties. I'm still
surprised there were no accidents. That reminds me. Dawn still has the
dildo buried in her cute little ass. She must be in agony."

There was no mercy in Mistress Lynn's voice when I heard her laugh and
exclaim, "Let her suffer for awhile. She deserves it."

"Should we allow Mistress Ellen to have her turn with Dawn now,"
Mistress
Lisa asked her partner-in-pain.

Mistress Lynn agreed. She told her friends that she would first prepare
me
for my next encounter. "My little bitch slave better be kneeling at the
foot of the bed when I walk through that door," she shouted.

I immediately dropped to my knees.

The door burst open.

There stood my mistress, still dressed in her leather outfit. In her
heels,
she towered over my kneeling, quivering form.

"My friend Mistress Ellen will soon join us. I have given her total
freedom
to use you as she pleases. She is so beautiful that you are not worthy
of
the honor of viewing her beauty." she said and placed a thick blindfold
over my eyes. "You will not touch her unless she commands you to do so.
She
will probably only allow you to use your mouth on her. Understand?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Kneel on the bed , pull down your panties, and stick your useless ass
in
the air so that I can remove that cock from your hot, tight pussy."

Her hands slowly spread my cheeks. Then, without warning, she roughly
pulled the prick from my hole.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!"

"Did that hurt my poor baby Dawn?"

"Yes, Mistress Lynn," I whimpered tearfully.

"Good! Now, roll over on your back and lie still."

Leaving me to my pain, my mistress left the room to summon her partner.
A
few moments later, I heard two sets of heels clicking their way down the
hall and through the doorway.

"Mistress Ellen, I present you my humble slave Dawn. She is yours to do
with as you please," announced my mistress.

"Mmmm! Not bad. Not bad at all," the newest voice sounded sweet, and
vaguely familiar, to my ears.

It seemed as if an eternity had passed before there was any movement or
sound in the room. I realized that Mistress Ellen was performing a
visual
inspection. I felt like a slab of meat on a hook in a butcher shop.

"I want her bound spread-eagled. I want total control over this selfish
bitch," my third mistress of the day said, her voice never higher than a
loud whisper.

On came the ankle restraints. My mini-dress began to ride up as my legs
were forcefully spread to secure the clamps. My arms were roughly pulled
over my head, spread and hooked-up to the remaining clamps.

"Don't you think it would be fun to arouse this bitch so that she gets
an
idea of what I expect from her," asked Mistress Ellen.

"Great idea," remarked Mistress Lynn.

I felt someone climb on the bed and kneel beside me. My dress had one
long
zipper in the front. It extended from the bottom all the way up to the
neckline. Mistress Ellen began to slowly work the fastener down the
length
of the dress. Her hands explored my exposed flesh as she worked her way
down. She shifted position and lodged a knee firmly between my
outstretched
legs, placing pressure against my crotch. She reached into my corset and
pulled out my falsies. I almost fainted when she first sucked, then bit
my
hardened, extended nipples. Her hands returned to the zipper, inching it
ever so slowly to the bottom of my dress. She jerked the zipper free and
spread apart the dress, exposing my corset-clad body.

"Something that small should be called a shirt, not a dress," she
whispered. My slip barely covered my panties. She bent down and kissed
the
small strip of flesh peeking out from between the end of my corset and
the
beginning of the slip. When her lips met my flesh, a soft moan escaped
my
lips. My hips arched up, desperately trying to keep in contact with her
warm, moist lips.

"Ooohhh! Mmmm!" I moaned. My thighs began squeezing the knee lodged
against
my pelvis. She pushed it even more firmly against my pubes. Stroking the
softness of my belly, her every caress created tiny explosions of
ecstasy
in my brain. Her fingers then began tracing a circular motion across my
hips. "Ummmm!" My body squirmed and twisted to maintain the contact.

Her deft fingers moved firmly, lower and deeper beneath the slip into my
soaked panties.

"Oh! Ohhhh! Oh, my goodness!" The soft purring moans coming from my lips
quickly turned into a gasp as her soft, light fingers brushed across my
groin. Velvety fingers encircled and the squeezed my bloated organ of
pleasure.

She removed her hand and leaned back on the bed. My body screamed for
her
to continue.

'Lets get these out of the way, shall we. Lift your buns so I can gather
it
around your waist."

I raised myself and thrilled to the touch of her hands working the slip
up
my flesh. Her nails grazed my inner thighs, then my crotch as she inched
the fabric to its resting place.

"Your panties are really soaked. I'll bet you would love for me to play
with your clit and slide something into your hot, tight little pussy."

"Yes, oh yes, yes, my mistress!"

I try to spread my legs even wider to allow her free access. My thighs
and
cock were on fire, begging for attention. She rolled my panties down,
exposing my member and ass cheeks. She tickled my erection with her
fingers.

"Oh Jesus! Oh ... Ohhh ... Ohhhhh!" I moaned loudly, filled with a sense
of
urgency. The moans came, not from my throat, but from my very soul.

Mistress Ellen slid lower on the bed. Her lips alternately kissed and
bit
the sensitive insides of my thighs.

"Oh, God. Oh, God," I screamed aloud.

One of her fingers began to circle my hole, slowly working its way in
and
rubbing gently against my sex-charged internal membranes.

"Oh, please, please, oh my God."

The finger retreated. I arched up hard, straining to recapture the
exquisite feeling of penetration. Somehow, I knew at that moment that I
had
just used up my allotment of pleasure. I became desperate. Frustrated.
But,
also resigned to my disappointment. After all, wasn't I told that I
would
be the giver of pleasure rather than the receiver?

"Look at this Lynn. I think this slut is starting her period. There's
blood
on my finger."

"Why so she is. I guess it's time for a feminine hygiene lesson. Do you
have any tampons?"

Mistress Ellen says that she has super absorbent ones in her purse.

"I guess we'll have to put the first one in for her," says Mistress
Lynn.

One of my mistresses rubs Vaseline around and inside my hole. I feel a
plastic tube being forced into me. She pushes in and then pulls back,
leaving the tampon resting snugly in place. I can feel the string
resting
on a thigh. My panties are pulled back into place. I can feel the tampon
spreading inside me, gently pressing against my inner walls.

Mistress Ellen climbed back onto the bed and straddled my chest.

"Didn't Lisa say that Dawn was an expert cock sucker and a decent pussy
eater," asked Mistress Ellen. "I think I'll give her a little practice
time. There's nothing better than a little head to end the day."

Her nylon covered legs crossed over my shoulders as she positioned
herself
over my face.

"This is the reason for your being. You were put on this earth to please
your mistress and her friends. There is no other reason. Seeing that you
have no cock to speak of, you must become an expert with your tongue.
Feel
honored that we allow you to worship us," said Mistress Lynn.

While she talked, I could feel her settling in for a long oral bath. Her
stockings brushed against my cheeks with every movement, sending waves
of
excitement coursing through my veins. The heady aroma of her crotch made
me
swoon.

She dipped her pussy closer to my face. My lips twitched with desire to
kiss and spread her lips with my tongue. I got my wish. Her groin
pressed
against my lips. They immediately opened and began to pay homage to her
temple of love. She moved my head from side to side, pressing my lips
against the exposed skin of her thighs. I returned to the object of my
affection. My tongue teased her exposed labia through the soft net of
her
hairs. I flicked at it with my tongue back, forth, back, forth -- gently
licking, moistening the inside of the most sensitive part of her thigh.

"How do I taste, Dawn,' she asked. Her breath was quickening. I knew I
was
beginning to please her.

"You are delicious, so delicious."

She grabbed my ears and repositioned my face.

"Shut up and eat me," she breathed heavily into my ears.

My lips closed around her swollen clit and sipped. I felt her womb
contract. I fell in love with her cunt, gloried in it. I was drinking
her
juices, getting drunk on her sex.

"Keep sucking," she screamed. "Suck, Suck , suck it out!" I knew she was
close to coming . I wanted that for her. To please her. My mistress was
wet
and open to me. My tongue slid through her smooth passageway and
outlined
her clit, rising and pulsing in passion. My lips and tongue went wild
inside her. I probed, dwelt, licked, sucked her juices until she
screamed
in pleasure. She began to shudder. I was certain she would cum any
instant.
But abruptly she lifted herself off my face.

"I want to be fucked. I need something in my pussy. Mistress Lynn would
you
put the two-headed dildo in Dawn's mouth for me?"

"Of course, my dear."

A thick cock-head was placed between my lips. "Suck it in and hold it
tightly in your mouth you slut," Mistress Lynn commanded.

Mistress Ellen impaled herself on the dildo in one swift vicious motion.
Her clit rubbed against my nose as she settled into place. Each time she
moved herself up and down the shaft, her clit came into contact. I could
feel and taste her juices flowing. It seeped between my lips and
clenched
teeth, oozing down my throat like nectar.

Her orgasm was magnificent. I felt it build. Felt her expand. Then
contract. Expand. Contract. She moaned uncontrollably. When she finally
neared her climax, intense spasms and contractions racked her body.

It melted with relaxation and her breathing returned to normal. Sated
and
exhausted, she climbed off my face. She pulled the dildo from my mouth
and
climbed off the bed.

'Now for your final humiliation, Dawn," Following those words, Mistress
Lisa removed my blindfold.

I fainted at the sight of the woman who had just ridden my face to a
total
and complete orgasm. It was my girlfriend. She now had the last laugh,
and
the strongest orgasm of our relationship.

Chapter 7

Lessons Learned

When I regained my senses, all three mistresses were sitting on the edge
of
the bed. I was still spread-eagled. My jaw was sore from holding the
dildo
between my teeth while my former girlfriend rode herself to the peak of
sexual pleasure.

I looked up to the mirror. They were right. They had humiliated me
totally.
I had said things and done things I knew I could never repeat to my
anyone.
I had been reduced to their subservient slave.

"Well, good morning Dawn. I see you had a good night's sleep. I guess we
really wore you out. You slept like a baby," Mistress Lynn said softly.

Gone were their leather ensembles. The sensuous bodies I had come to
appreciate were now covered with jeans and loose-fitting shirts.

"How did it feel, bitch? Now you know what it feels like to be brought
so
close to an orgasm that your body began to melt, only to be denied
because
your partner climaxed first and selfishly left you hanging," said
Mistress
Ellen.

I began to understand. That's what this was all about. I had to admit
she
was right.

"It took me a while to set up this session. Mistress Lynn gave me two
alternatives. I could let her lure you here just to humiliate you. Or, I
could have her train you to be my slave forever. I want you back, but
only
on my terms. So I asked her if I could help in your training. As you now
know, she was more than agreeable," Mistress Ellen said.

The women then pulled out a photo album. It contained dozens of photos
of
me. Most were taken while I was asleep, stretched-out in my lingerie. A
good number, however, were action shots taken while I was blindfolded.
They
must have had them developed at one of those one-hour processing places.

"Pretty good stuff," Mistress Lynn remarked.

All I could do was drop my head in embarrassment.

"I'm going to keep my copies next to my night stand," said Mistress
Lisa,
"They're so sexy. I might masturbate myself to sleep at night while
looking
at them."

What did Mistress Ellen plan to do with her copies?

"I have two sets. One of them stays with Mistress Lynn in case I need
them.
The others? I might share them with some of your friends."

"Oh, please, no," I implored my mistress. "I'll do anything you wish.
Please don't show them to anyone."

She had me where she wanted me.

"If you keep me happy and satisfied, this will be our little secret,"
she
said. She then began to list her conditions.

I would become her love slave.

All my male underwear will be thrown out when we returned home.

The only male clothing I would wear would be those essential for my job,
and an occasional social gathering.

I would have to accompany her to purchase my new wardrobe to make sure
everything fit. Everything would have to be tried-on at the store.

We would only have sex when and how she wanted it.

She would control if and when I was allowed to satisfy myself.

I would move in with her as her roommate, not her boyfriend.

I would be responsible for all the cooking and cleaning.

She would handle all business matters.

I would be enrolled in a fitness class. "It's either that or a
tummy-tuck,"
she said. "Do you understand and agree?"

"But, Mistress."

"The way I see it, you have no other choice."

"Yes, Mistress."

Perhaps I made a mistake in our last issue, August, by not ending the
chapter of "Dawn" with a to be continued note. At the time, I was not
sure
that I had more material from the author, and now I do!

Chapter 8

Heading For Home

"Good, now Let's get you ready for the drive home. I'll, of course be
driving."

"Yes, Mistress."

My restraints were removed. I was told to bathe and change for the trip.
I
began to undress. They didn't leave the room. They just sat and watched.

"Let's help her," suggested Mistress Lisa.

"Why not," quipped Mistress Lynn.

All three of them approached me and began to remove my clothing. Their
hands probed, pinched, fondled and slapped as they removed each garment.
I
was their plaything. The game was really fun for them. It was becoming
exciting for me.

"My God, her clit is swelling again. Doesn't she ever get enough?"

Mistress Lynn ordered me to take a cold shower, rather than the hot bath
I
was really looking forward to taking. Naked, I retreated to the
bathroom.
The cold water sent shivers through my veins. It awakened me. Awakened
me,
I realized, to a new and exciting life with Ellen. I loved her more at
that
instant than I ever had. I was hers, mentally and physically.

After toweling dry, I entered the dressing room. My new attire awaited.
It
closely resembled the leather ensemble Mistress Ellen wore last night.
As I
picked up each piece and held it to my face, I realized it was her
clothing. It smelled sweetly with her perfume. The smell of her sex also
permeated my senses. The only article missing was her crotchless
panties.
They were replaced by the black satin ones I had bought at the store.

I put on the leather bra. It was underwired. The falsies awaited me on
the
table. They were soon sitting in place, pressing them against my aroused
nipples. Next, I slid the black nylons up my shaven legs, waves of
excitement overtook my senses. I hooked the leather garter belt around
my
waist and attached the garters to my nylons. The belt and nylons
provided a
stark contrast to my white exposed crotch, now framed by my sexy
lingerie.
I pulled the panties on and thrilled to the material sliding against my
skin. Another mini-slip awaited. Once again, it barely covered my buns,
stopping about mid thigh. The leather miniskirt came next. The material
hung over the slip, pressing it against my skin. I covered my bra with
the
satin blouse and tucked it into my skirt.

Mistress Ellen entered the room then and complimented me on my
appearance.

"It's going to be hard to keep my hands off you on the way home." You're
one sexy looking bitch. If only you knew how to use makeup. That, my
little
slut will be one of your first lessons. I'm sure my beautician will be
glad
to help, if I let her have you for a night."

She began applying the makeup, also applying polish to my toe nails and
finger nails. My eye lids and lashes were paid much attention. A short
black wig replaced the longer one. My mistress stepped back to inspect
her
work. She smiled and called in her friends.

"I hope nobody tries to steal this hot cunt from you. She looks good
enough
to eat. Eat me, that is," said Mistress Lisa.

"I told you she was trainable, said Mistress Lynn.

"You did a remarkable job, Lynn. I don't know how to repay you,"
Mistress
Ellen said as she embraced her mentor. They kissed each other long and
hard. They sucked each other's tongues as if they were stiff phalluses.
I
heard Mistress Ellen begin to moan with pleasure as Mistress Lynn cupped
Ellen's crotch , lowered her zipper and slipped her hand in her jeans.
Mistress Ellen eagerly ground her pelvis against the invading hand.

They parted, breathless. Mistress Lynn looked and me and said. "I hope
you
now understand the power of pussy. We don't need a cock to satisfy us.
You,
however, would go crazy if there were no pussy for you to worship."

The women said their farewells. They were rather passionate ones at
that. A
lot of kissing and feeling.

"It's time to go, honey. Get my bags and take them to the car," my
mistress
commanded.

I stopped in my tracks, bags in hand. If I walked out the door into the
awaiting daylight dressed like this, the neighbors would surely see me.
They knew a man had pulled-up in that car yesterday. They would know.

"Move your ass, slut. We have a long drive ahead of us. Besides, I may
want
to stop at a rest area so that you can freshen my sweaty pussy with your
mouth," laughed Mistress Ellen.

I carried out the bags and put them in the trunk. When I tried to go
back
into the house, the door was locked. My mistresses waved at me through
the
window. My options were limited. I could stand on the porch and wait or
I
could wait in the car. I chose the car. Clumsily, I dropped the keys and
they slid across the porch.

My heels clicked loudly as I rushed to retrieve the keys. In my haste, I
forgot about the short skirt. When I bent down to pick up the keys, my
skirt rode up to expose my pantied rear to the passing neighbors.

Mistress Ellen finally came out. She was still laughing at my
embarrassment. Taking the keys from my hand, she unlocked the door,
opened
it for me and closed it after I settled into the seat.

I tugged my skirt down. The plush material of the seats swallowed my
nylon
encased thighs. My juices began to flow again. I felt the first small
squirt of fluid begin to spread across my panties.

She climbed into the driver's seat and we began our journey home.

Chapter 9

A "Hitch" In Our Travel Plans

We stopped at a rest area about half way home. Just as Mistress Ellen
pulled into a parking space, a convertible wheeled in beside us. It was
Mistress Lisa. She smiled and waved at us. She was dressed in cut-offs,
T-shirt and that familiar ball cap.

"Hi roomie," she yelled to Mistress Ellen as she climbed out of the car.

The two of them hugged each other and headed toward the rest room.

"Come along Dawn, honey, It's time for a pit stop," my mistress shouted
over her shoulder.

I looked around the area. It was filled with tourists and truck drivers.
Slowly climbing out of the car, I was careful to pull my skirt down and
began the long walk to the rest rooms. Instinctively, I went toward the
men's room.

"Dawn, honey, aren't you going to the wrong room?"

Mistress Lisa held the ladies room door open for me. All the stalls were
occupied except one. Ellen entered it, forcing me to wait my turn.
Finally,
Mistress Ellen emerged from her stall and ushered me into the toilet.

"Hurry up sweetie. We need to get home soon so that you can cook dinner
for
me and Lisa. Did I forget to tell you? She moved in with me last
weekend."

I locked the door behind me. I could hear two more women enter the room.
The realization that I couldn't urinate standing up struck home
immediately. That would surely give me away. Lisa flushed the toilet in
the
adjoining stall and whispered to me that she would be waiting for me
outside.

I pulled my skirt up to my waist and slid my panties down to my knees.
The
seat was cold against my rear as I sat down to pee. Finishing my
business,
I flushed, pulled up my panties, smoothed my skirt and left the stall.
The
rest room mirror brought me back to the reality of my plight. The woman
staring back at me in the mirror offered no semblance of manhood. My
heels
caused me to stumble across the tile floor as I began to leave.

Just then one of the women came out of her stall. Seeing me stumble, she
remarked, "drunken slut."

When I reached the curb, I noticed that Mistress Ellen's (my) car was
gone.
Lisa motioned me to get in her convertible.

"Ellen went on ahead to get your room ready and start planning your new
wardrobe."

She told me to drive because I needed to learn how to drive in heels.
Working the pedals was more difficult, especially in a short tight
skirt.
Thankfully, it had an automatic transmission. I carefully backed out and
guided the car onto the interstate. Mistress Lisa slid closer to me and
whispered in my ear, "Doesn't this remind you of our last date Dawn?"

I nodded that it did. It took all my concentration to keep the car on
the
road. I couldn't afford the thought of getting pulled over by a cop. Not
dressed like this. Mistress Lisa had ideas of her own, however. She put
her
arm around my shoulder and slipped her hot, moist tongue into my ear and
then began to kiss and nibble on my ear lobe and neck.

"Ooohhh! I moaned through clenched teeth. This response spurred her on.

"I see I'm getting to you again. Keep your eyes on the road and your
hands
on the wheel. I'll take care of the rest."

Her hand slipped between my legs, slowing inching its way up my
trembling
thigh. My thighs instinctively separated, giving her free access to my
crotch. I jerked when her cool fingertips reached the exposed flesh
above
my stocking tops.

"Concentrate on your driving, Dawn."

"It's hard, Mistress Lisa."

"It's hard you say. Maybe I should feel for myself." She slid her hand
higher and cupped my crotch.

"It certainly is hard Dawn. You're certainly an easily excitable little
lady." Her hand continued to play over my panties material. Suddenly,
she
squeezed my bulge tightly.

My scream was lost in the wind as it blew past my face.

"Sorry, Baby! I just couldn't resist."

My eyes filled with tears as I fought to keep control of the car.

"Oh, look Dawn. There's two girl hitchhikers. Let's stop and pick them
up."

I looked ahead and couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen two more
beautiful ladies hitching a ride.

"Pull over Dawn," Mistress Lisa commanded. I pulled off the road and the
girls quickly ran up to the car."

One of them asked, "Going as far as San Antonio?"

"We sure are. Hop in," offered my mistress, "let me crawl in back so
that
you can have some room to stretch your legs," she told the taller of the
two girls.

The girl who sat beside me was a tanned, long legged goddess. Her name
was
Marty. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and a halter top.

"I'm sure glad you girls stopped. We had to turn down at least a dozen
creepy males that almost tried to drag us into their cars," she
explained.

Her partner in the back seat, Etta, laughed and proclaimed, "It wouldn't
have done t