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Descent Into Slavery



1. Chapter

Friday


Tonight was "Date Night" and as usually was the case, I'd spent the day in a
high state of anticipation. My wife, Chris, and I had created the "Date
Nights" several years ago to merge our divergent sexual desires into a
mutually satisfying relationship.

My sexual tastes ran to the more exotic side of the spectrum bondage, forced
oral sex, prolonged sessions, feminization and role reversal were exciting
fantasies for me. Chris playing the dominant role was a common theme in all
of these schemes.

Chris, on the other hand, much preferred warm, tender romantic loving.
Kissing, caressing and cuddling were turn- ons for her. She claimed to have
no fantasies of her own and therefore found it difficult to act out mine.
While admitting that she could probably play the dominant role with someone
else, she was reluctant to do it with me. She was afraid that playing games
with me in the submissive role would turn me into a wimp. Yet, she loved me
and wanted to please me.

Our compromise solution was our planned DATE NIGHTS scheduled twice a month.
On these nights we would engage in some of the wilder sexual practices,
while the rest of the time would remain normal. This plan had worked well.
With my special desires satisfied on a scheduled basis, I was content.
Chris found that she was able to play "games" occasionally as the rest of
our lives together was exceptional. Needless to say, I look forward to
these DATE NIGHTS. Chris found herself enjoying most of these nights despite
a certain reluctance to let herself go. She still felt uncomfortable in the
dominant role since she had never been an aggressive person, but she gave it
her best efforts to keep me happy. When I was happy, our lives went
smoothly.

Tonight things would not be routine. I sensed a new, more determined
attitude the moment Chris walked in the door from work. Without our usual
casual conversation about the happenings of the day, she ordered me to go
into the bedroom and take off my clothes. As I left to comply, she poured
herself a glass of wine and lit her first cigarette of the day. Inhaling
deeply, she mentally reviewed her plan and became resolutely determined to
carry it out.

When she walked in the bedroom and saw me standing naked, a smile came to
her face. "Very good", she praised. "You mind well." She had me put
leather cuffs on each wrist as she passed the strap around the vertical
posts of the poster bed. After snapping one wrist to one end of the strap,
she stretched my arms so she could secure the other cuff to the other end.
I now stood naked in helpless bondage and totally at her mercy. Her sweet
smile disappeared as she informed me "I had to tie you up since I have a
plan and there are parts of it you won't like! Now, it doesn't matter
whether you like it or not! I am in total control!" She was so right!
Straining against the bonds was futile. They were unbreakable. It suddenly
dawned on me that this was a game that would not be over in an hour or so.

Chris went into the small bathroom and returned with my shaving mug, brush
and razor. As she worked up the lather in the cup, she said "You've been
hinting that you wanted me to turn you into a woman for some time, well
tonight's the night!" Shaking her head sadly, she said "I am going to
transform you into my slave girl all right and you will get the full
treatment! Poor dear, I am afraid you have no idea what you are getting
into, but it is too late to back out now! You wanted this and you're going
to go through with it all the way.!"

Using the brush, she soaped each of my armpits, then took the razor to shave
them clean. "Mmmm nice and smooth," she remarked running her hands over the
newly bald areas. "This is how a lady keeps her arms," she informed me.
Next she knelt in front of me and soaped up one leg, then carefully shaved
it from my toes to my crotch. This process was repeated with the other leg
before moving to my genitals. After applying a generous coat of lather, she
carefully shaved my scrotum warning, "Hold very still, or you'll become a
real woman!" I didn't move a muscle until she was finished.

The hairs between my legs and around my ass received the same close shave
treatment. My pubic region was shaved to form a small triangle before she
stood up to lather my face. When I realized that she intended to shave off
my beard and mustache, I finally protested. It had taken a long time to
grow that foliage, and I didn't want to lose it. As my mouth opened, Chris
shoved the soapy shaving brush into it demanding," Keep your mouth shut
bitch! YOU wanted this game, NOW you are going to get it!"

She shaved my face and neck, completely removing all traces of hair while I
stood in meek silence. Playing the dominant role she was determined to show
me that my wishes were inconsequential. The shaving gear was put away
before Chris rubbed my body with a sweet smelling lotion. "A lady has to
keep her skin nice and soft." she cooed sweetly as she rubbed it in. When
finished with the lotion, she brought out the bright red nail polish and
painted my toenails. "Very pretty dearie," she exclaimed admiring her
handiwork. As my fingernails were being painted she remarked casually,
"Some of those long fake fingernails would look wonderful on you, we'll have
to get some when I take you shopping with me." My eyes widened in surprise,
she was serious about this!

A roll of duct tape was brought out and strips of it were used to form my
chest meat into female breasts. "I thought about buying you a set of
falsies, but decided that this would be better. Now I can get at your
nipples to control your movements, and so on. "She explained. Once
satisfied that my "titties" were to her liking and held firmly in place, she
moved down to my crotch. My cock was pulled between my legs and secured
there with more duct tape so that while being able to walk, it would remain
immobile. "We won't be using that for sex." she announced, then continued,
"As my woman you'll just have to sit down to pee as any girl must. Now the
experience will be much more realistic, since it's the only way you'll be
able to go." She chuckled at her diabolical way of turning even routine
urination into a part of my training as her submissive. I was to find it
necessary to wash my bottom after each time I urinated. Only one of many
new difficulties I was to encounter.

A pair of pantyhose were put on my feet, then slowly pulled up my hairless
legs to my waist. High heeled shoes were placed on my feet making it
difficult to maintain my balance as I awaited her next whimsical idea.

Chris stood squarely in front of me, and pinching one of my nipples in each
hand, kissed me forcefully. My cock throbbed trying to become erect, but
unable due to it's confinement. "Don't go away." she said with a grin as
she left the room. Ha! Some joke. I was still secured by my arms and
standing in high heels. Looking down at my body was a disconcerting
experience. My breasts were small, but real and my legs encased in panty
hose with no protruding cock, looked very feminine indeed. Especially so
with the painted toenails and high-heeled shoes. A dramatic change in such
a short time!

Chris walked back carrying her make-up case, her refilled wine glass, and a
mirror. The mirror was propped up on the dresser so I could see my helpless
state for a few minutes while Chris smoked a cigarette and sipped her wine.
When SHE was ready, she warned me," Watch very carefully as I demonstrate
how to apply makeup. I'll show you this time, but from now on whenever I
want you as my slave girl, you'll do it yourself." As she rubbed a base coat
on my face, I watched in stunned silence realizing that she'd already
planned on making this a regular occurrence.

Chris smiled to her self saying, "You know it's going to be fun to call you
from work, tell you to get ready and KNOW that you'll do all of this
preparation before I get home. YOU can meet ME at the door in a negligee
with a drink." She laughed, "As you get trained in your slave girl duties,
my life is going to get a LOT easier. After all, that's the whole idea of
having a slave in the first place."

Applying blue eye shadow on my eyelids she noted, "This will make you look
like the trampy slut you are." Long fake eyelashes were added and a heavy
coat of mascara applied, followed with the eyeliner. My eyebrows were
darkened and lengthened. She softly muttered to herself, "Maybe I should
shave these off too, so the bitch would have to draw them on every morning."
fortunately she didn't carry through with that notion. Rouge was put on my
cheeks and bright red lipstick on my lips as I stood helplessly watching
this transformation proceed.

Chris placed her blonde wig on my head saying, "This old wig doesn't do you
justice, we'll need to get you a new one." Obviously she planned for this
game to continue into the future, as spending money on sex toys wasn't
something she usually even considered. After fastening a pair of her old
clamp on earrings on my earlobes, she stepped back to admire her creation.
" You make a fine looking woman," she praised, then added, "Now you need to
learn to act like one."

She strapped on the dildo stating," I am going to play the male role
whenever I wear this. You will be my slave girl, and as such you WILL
perform all of my normal tasks and still be constantly available for MY
sexual pleasure." The cuffs were removed from my wrists as she said," We
won't need these restraints now that you know your place. In your condition
you'll make a better woman than a man anyway." Looking at myself in the
mirror, I had to agree with that assessment.

"It's too bad, but I'm afraid you won't be doing any swinging for quite a
while," she said with mock pity adding, "None of our friends would swing
with something that looks like you, would they?" I answered meekly, "No
Mistress." Upon hearing this she gave me slap on the rear demanding, "When I
am wearing this, YOU WILL call me SIR!" I was shocked by her forcefulness,
but managed to reply, "Yes sir."

She had me put on a lacy, black nightie which barely covered my buns. In
the mirror I could see that with the tape now concealed and only the cute
little bulges of my breasts showing, the image was complete! I did look
like a woman! Chris had put on a pair of men's shorts with the dildo
protruding from the fly, and one of my long-sleeved shirts. In appearance,
we had already reversed roles.

Chris kissed me firmly, then forced me to kneel in front of her. She
pressed the dildo to my lips ordering, "Kiss my cock slut." She added," All
of us men love oral sex." I lightly kissed the head of the dildo feeling
very humiliated by the homosexual implications of this action. "Take it in
your mouth slut." she commanded. My lipstick covered lips parted and she
quickly thrust the dildo into my mouth. I gagged at the intrusion and Chris
with feigned concern said, "She doesn't like sucking cock?" Then she
ordered, "Suck it good slut." She asked, "You do want to be a good slave,
don't you?" Now really into her dominant role, her hips kept thrusting that
dildo in and out of my mouth so I was unable to answer.

"Don't displease me slave or I'll tie you up and whip your ass bloody." I
knew that she was serious about playing this dominant role and determined
that I behave in the manner befitting the slave girl role she'd assigned me.
"By God," she declared," If you want to play kinky games, we'll see how you
like being totally submissive!" She kept me at my chore until the sensations
of the dildo on her body combined with the feeling of power brought her to
orgasm. Her thrusting slowed and at last, she withdrew that horrible
instrument from my mouth. "Not too bad slut, you make a pretty good
cocksucker." She continued by saying, "With enough practice, you'll be a
great cocksucker!"

Chris walked behind me handing me a jar of Vaseline and said. "Pull down
your pantyhose and you'd better smear this on your "pussy" to save yourself
a lot of pain. I'm going to fuck that virgin pussy and you're so nervous
that it'll probably not get wet." I pulled my pantyhose down to my ankles
and liberally smeared my ass, both inside and out. "That's a good girl, get
yourself ready for your big stud. "she cooed. Kneeling behind me, forcing
my legs apart she used pressure on my back until my face was on the floor.
I was wide open and ready for HER pleasure. Pressing the head of the dildo
to my asshole she cautioned, "This may hurt at first, but you'll get used to
it, and in time get to love it." As the head was forced inside me, I moaned
" It's too big SIR!" Chris just chuckled, "It's just your bad luck that your
master is so well hung. Don't worry, bitch, you will learn to take it all
inside. I am going to give you plenty of practice!" The dildo was slowly
forced in until I could feel the attached balls against my body, then eased
back out part way and these strokes repeated at an ever increasing pace.
Her hands reached under my nightie and pinched my nipples. Thus impaled on
her cock, the hands on my teats were controlling my movements, causing my
rear to rise to receive each thrust. With ever increasing vigor, she was
fucking me. The portion of the dildo inside of her was stimulating her
nearly as much as the pressure on her clit. Her passion rose in direct
proportion to her speed and the force applied. I was helplessly being ****d
and my moans of pain only served to enhance her feeling of power.

Finally, she had again achieved organism and slumped across my back, kissed
me on the neck and pulled out of me. I was weak from the assault. Chris
got up to light a cigarette as I laid there for a few minutes. My mouth
ached, my nipples ached and my poor ass throbbed from its violation. At
last I got up and hobbled to the bathroom where I sat on the toilet and
urinated. Due to the position of my taped-up cock, some urine sprayed on my
ass cheeks. After carefully wiping the remains of the urine and the slime
oozing from my asshole, I took a washcloth to wash carefully my "private
parts". I pulled up my pantyhose, arranged my wig which had moved during
the vigorous ****, straightened the negligee and went back to the bedroom.
The high-heeled shoes made walking difficult which Chris noted by saying,
"You walk like a clod. " She suggested "when you walk in heels, take small
steps. Put one foot in front of the other. It'll give your ass a cute
little wiggle." She had me walk up and down the hall several times until she
was satisfied, then ordered "Remember to walk like that all the while you
are the slave girl, even while doing domestic chores." Chris walked to the
family room to work her crossword puzzle and told me to fix her supper.
"I'm in the mood for a T.V. dinner, you'd better just have a salad. You
have to watch that figure, babe."

I fixed her a T.V. dinner and made myself a salad. We ate supper quietly
before I cleared the table. Chris had me empty the dishwasher and set up
the coffee for morning. She said, "Turning into my slave girl took some of
my precious time, but as you learn your duties, it may turn out to be worth
it. It's nice to sit here watching YOU work while I relax."

"Take one of our movies and put it on the VCR, make it a love story", she
ordered. I thought for a moment and put the movie Love Story in the
machine. She motioned for me to sit beside her on the couch. During the
movie, Chris necked with me. She kissed and caressed my body, played with
my breasts and even slid her hand inside my pantyhose to play with my pussy.
By the end of the movie, she said, "You really have got me turned on now,
let's make love." She had me lay on my back in front of the fireplace,
placed a big pillow under my behind and got on top of me. She slid my
nightie up, pulled off my shoes and pantyhose. Spreading my legs she forced
the dildo inside of me and once again fucked my still aching ass. "You love
this, you little slut, don't you?" she asked. When my answer wasn't
immediately forthcoming she slapped my ass and repeated, "Don't you?" I
gasped out, "Yes Sir!" "Then tell me how much you love it slut, a man's ego
feeds on praise." she ordered. "Oh sir, it feels so good." I lied, since it
felt like that dildo was tearing my insides wide open. "Your big cock fills
my pussy so full, I love it."

She smiled and without missing a stroke said. "You'd better work on that
voice. You need to speak in a higher tone, one more suitable to your
current status. When I take you to public places, I want people to think
you're my girlfriend and not some wimp in drag." The thought of being in
public dressed as a woman was so utterly humiliating to consider, that it
triggered my orgasm and I came all over my stomach. Chris's sneer clearly
showed her disgust, but she continued ravaging my poor ass until she again
reached her climax. "Look at this disgusting mess you made on MY property!"
she exclaimed. Using her hand she scooped my come from my stomach and
forced it into my mouth saying, "That's a good slave, swallow every bit of
that slime." She had me lick her hand clean before sending me to the
bathroom to clean myself.

Upon emerging from the bathroom, Chris took me by the hand and put me to
bed. She crawled in beside me, caressed my body lightly, kissed me and
cautioned me, "You'd better get some sleep dearie, You've got a busy day
tomorrow." Then she rolled over and went to sleep. It was a long time
before I could get to sleep. SHE'D had several orgasms during the course of
the evening, while the only one I had was even turned into a source of my
humiliation. In my fantasies serving Chris as my dominant Mistress had been
a big turn on, but the actual experience had been only pain and humiliation.
I already regretted getting into this, but had promised in my eagerness to
go along with ANYTHING SHE WANTED, and now was stuck with living up to my
word. Finally I drifted off to sleep.



Saturday


I was awakened by Chris playing with my titties. From a deep sleep to my
function as a sexual servant was a swift transition! As she rolled me over
and moved behind me, I saw myself in the mirror and was instantly reminded
of my slave girl role. The head of the dildo was again forced inside my ass
with difficulty and Chris snarled, "you are such a tight little bitch. If
your pussy grows shut this fast, I'm going to have to think of some way to
keep it opened up!" She ****d me vigorously until achieving her orgasm, all
the while making me moan with feigned pleasure. Though less painful than
the first experience, it was nonetheless humiliating to be so used. With a
light slap on my fanny, she told me to clean myself up there was WORK to be
done. Meekly I complied, already dreading this day.

About the time I had cleaned up, Chris walked in holding a butt plug and
ordered," Insert this in your vagina; pretend that it's a tampex and you're
on your period." I stared at her in disbelief a moment before she snarled,
"NOW BITCH!" I took the proffered plug and slowly forced it up my ass.
Chris said with sarcastic sweetness," A girl has to function despite her
discomfort, so get dressed and fix my breakfast." Chris went to read her
paper. I pulled on my pantyhose, put on the high heels, slipped my nightie
over my head and walked my female walk to the kitchen. I made a big
breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and orange juice. Then setting the table, I
served my MASTER. She didn't bother to thank me for all of my efforts, just
told me to clean up the mess while she read the paper.

"Change the linens on the bed." She ordered without even looking up from her
newspaper. I went to the bedroom, pulled the sheets from the bed and along
with the pillowcases put them in the laundry basket. I found the clean
sheets and remade the bed.

Chris had finished reading the paper by the time I returned to the family
room, and she told me," Go wash the make-up off your face and you'd better
shave real close today. We're going shopping. You may wear your own shoes
and pants, but leave the rest as it is." She smiled smugly and said, "We'll
play some more after we've done our shopping."

Chris was ready about the same time I was today. Getting off the make-up
took longer than I had imagined. When I asked if I might remove the
fingernail polish, Chris shook her head saying, "You can keep your gloves on
dearie, in fact you'd better. We don't want everyone to know that you're
really a girl."

We got into the car and I was relieved to see that my tits didn't show as
prominently under my jacket as they did under just the nightie. Chris drove
us clear across the city before she pulled into a Wall Mart parking lot. I
found the walk to the store quite uncomfortable due to the plug wiggling
inside my ass, but didn't bother complaining as that would have been
fruitless.

In the cosmetics department she picked out some fake eyelashes, a set of
fake fingernails and some new cosmetics in shades of red so garish that
she'd never wear. We moved on to the ladies department where she picked up
a pair of black lacy panties and held them up in front of my crotch saying,
"These will look so sexy on you." I blushed in humiliation as other women
shoppers and clerks turned to stare at me. She selected matching bra,
garter belt and several pairs of black mesh hose.

When we got to the wigs, she looked them over for a while having me try on a
couple before deciding on a shoulder length model whose color closely
matched my own. By now quite a few people were watching my degrading
experience. "This one will do," Chris said, "Until your own hair grows long
enough to do something with it." We took all of these items to the checkout
stand and paid for them with Chris chatting nonchalantly all the while about
how pretty I was going to look. It was with great relief that I finally
regained the relative safety of the car.

We next drove to a thrift shop where Chris had me follow her down the aisles
while she selected several outfits for me. She'd hold each up in front of
me before accepting or rejecting each one. When a middle aged saleswoman
came up and asked if she could help us, Chris said, "My slave needs some
different clothes, and is not worthy of new ones." The lady looked at me
very strangely and then proceeded to show us some of the sluttiest outfits
she had in the store. Fortunately Chris didn't make me try them on and
model them for her! We again paid for our selections while the clerks and
other customers snickered at our performance.

Back in the car Chris told me, "You did well slave, it's an important part
of being submissive to bear humiliation when it pleases me to inflict it
upon you." On the drive home she explained, "Since you're going to be my
slave girl, I want you to look good. I won't have an ugly slave! You
needed some things of your own and when we get home we'll get you fixed up
real pretty so that you'll be more attractive while you work. You do want
to look attractive for me don't you slut?" "Yes SIR." I murmured in reply.
This was getting completely out of hand! Normally my sweet wife thought
that spending money for sex "toys" was foolish, but today she seemed to
enjoy it. In fact she was smiling in anticipation of the fun yet to come.

As soon as we walked into our house Chris said, "Get those men's clothes off
and we'll see how your new stuff looks on you." I stripped off my clothes
and when I was naked she handed my new panties. I put them on and then the
matching bra. The garter belt was next. I pulled each of the mesh hose
onto my hairless legs and fastened them to the garter belt. "You have nice
legs slut." Chris praised me.

We went to the main bathroom where Chris supervised as I applied my make-up
in the manner I'd been shown the night before. The new lashes were tricky
since I've always been sensitive about my eyes. The eyeliner and eye shadow
were also difficult, but I finally managed. The rest was relatively easy
except for the false fingernails. After my new wig was on and brushed out a
bit, I really looked like a woman! Finally I put on the little French Maid
outfit she'd purchased including the little white cap.

Chris looked me over, then said. "You look like a perfect maid my sissy
cunt. Now all of this effort transforming you will be worth it as you learn
your domestic duties." Handing me the frilly apron she advised, "You'd
better get started, you've got a lot of work to do."

The rest of the day I followed her orders; vacuuming the house, cleaning the
bathrooms, doing the laundry, dusting, etc.. Chris sat playing computer
games and reading a book about female dominance. She'd come around
occasionally to check my work and of course, to fondle my body a little.
The little prissy steps I was forced to use in the high-heeled shoes made it
hard to do my work very fast.

When at last all of the assigned tasks were completed I went to the family
room where Chris sat reading. She looked at me with a wry smile saying,"
According to what I've been reading, it seems like I should get another lady
or two to assist me in training you more thoroughly." I gasped! Having her
alone in the dominant role was bad enough, but to be a slave girl in front
of other women would be too humiliating for words. Chris stated firmly," I
sense that you wouldn't like that...too bad! What you want doesn't count
during these sessions. You are my slave and I will decide what happens, you
will do as you're told.

"Watching my maid work has made me horny." Chris announced. She stood up
stroking the dildo she wore and ordered," Pull down your panties and remove
your tampex, it's time to fuck!" I slid down my panties and stepped out of
them. There was a brief moment of relief when I removed that fiendish plug
from my ass, but it was not to last for long as she forced me to my hands
and knees. The dildo was again forced inside me. Fortunately the pain was
not nearly as severe this time, since the "tampex" had done it's job of
loosening me up.

She vigorously ****d my ass until she reached her orgasm. I collapsed on
the floor feeling very used, but she lay down beside me and caressed my
body. She made me tell her how wonderful it felt, how nice she'd been to
fuck me and other such lies. She in turn told me how nice it was to possess
a slave.

She said," You've had a busy day slut. You haven't even started supper yet,
but that's ok, I'm in the mood for pizza tonight." She went to the phone and
called Domino's. She ordered a pizza with everything on it. Playing her
role to the hilt, she didn't care what I wanted. Turning to me she said,"
You'd better fix your face dearie, and straighten your dress....You look a
mess." I complied with a wondering look on my face. Chris said, "You want
to look respectable when the pizza man comes." Nervously I waited until the
doorbell rang. I didn't dare speak, so I just handed him the check and tip,
took the pizza and closed the door. I don't think he noticed anything
strange about it, but I felt demeaned by appearing even briefly in front of
a man dressed as I was.

We sat at the table to eat and Chris proposed a toast," To our new DATE
NIGHT game." As we clinked glasses I was struck by the look of those long
painted fingernails holding my wine glass. She insisted that I eat the meal
without picking off the ingredients I disliked. She commented," It's not
ladylike to pick at your food." I tried to eat as daintily as I could manage
with those long fingernails.

After supper she led me to the bedroom where she removed the dildo.
"Tonight we are going to make love as lesbians." she announced. We stood
kissing and caressing while she slowly undressed me. When we were both
naked, we crawled into bed. Under her direction I caressed her breasts,
licked her nipples, kissed her body all over and performed oral sex to bring
her to orgasm. This slow, unhurried, prolonged lovemaking was especially
satisfying to her as she needn't worry about turning me on. She did fondle
my tits a bit, but only because she wanted to.

When at last she was satiated, we lay cuddled closely while she said, "Well
Babe, this game was what you wanted and I really enjoyed it too. I hope
that it was ok for you, but that's not critical I've discovered that having
a slave is great! While you didn't do as good a job of cleaning as I would
have, you'll improve in time. It took a sex game to get you to help with
the housework, but it's nice to know that twice a month you'll be domestic."
Still in my submissive role, I cooed a falsetto," Yes Mistress."

"From now on, when it's the day for DATE NIGHT," she continued," I will have
you go grocery shopping. I'll make you a list, you will buy the stuff and
put it all away in the morning. Then you will shave your body, bathe and
get into your slave girl getup. You will be ready when I get home so I
won't need to waste time getting you fixed up." She was speaking softly, but
letting me know that she had taken control of the DATE NIGHT agenda. "You
wanted me to be dominant," Chris reminded me. "I gave it a good try and
discovered that I LOVED it!" she said with a smile. "Many people would
think it looks stupid to see you as a feminized submissive. but I enjoyed
the power trip and got a lot of work done for me. If we're going to play
kinky games, I might as well unload some of my chores onto you."

She kissed me and said, "Get out of that getup now baby, get cleaned up and
come back to bed. The game is over for THIS time." I arose, went to the
bathroom and ripped off the tape letting my cock spring free. It felt great
to stand up and pee again! My wig, fake eyelashes and fingernails were
removed and carefully stored before scrubbing off the makeup. I used polish
remover to clean the paint from my toenails. Stepping into the shower I let
the warm water flow over my aching body. My feet were sore from the many
hours spent in heels. I was weary from all my chores. My poor ass ached
from the repeated anal ****s and of course, the "tampex". My cock untouched
for so long now stood erect, appearing strange without it's normal hairy
surroundings. My legs were smooth as silk. It had been some weekend!

It was nearly midnight before I crawled back into bed. Chris was still
awake and I pulled her close to kiss her firmly. We made passionate love as
husband and wife in our normal roles. For the first time since the
beginning of our game I had a normal orgasm without having to eat my own
come. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Sunday all was normal. Neither of us mentioned anything about the previous
events. Several times during the day i noticed Chris staring at me with a
mysterious smile. I sensed that she was thinking about our next DATE NIGHT.
I thought about the experience all day, realizing that in creating this
dominant persona I'd made a lot of work for myself. "Give a man what he
thinks he wants and he won't like it." Chris had once remarked. She had
been so right! It was too late now, I knew. She had learned to love being
in total control and unless we eliminated DATE NIGHT altogether; I was going
to be her slave twice a month!



2. Chapter


Friday


It was finally Friday. It was to be our scheduled Date Night! It had been
two weeks since Chris had made me her sissy slave and decided that twice a
month she would be my Mistress. At first these nights turned me on far more
than they did Chris, as I really liked to play a very submissive role. She
had found it difficult to get into the spirit of things at first and had
only participated in order to keep me happy. All that had changed after she
dressed me as a woman and used me like one. Once she had experienced the
power of having me totally under her control, she found that she loved it!

Tonight, things would be taken to a new level. I had made contact with a
guy on the computer bulletin board, named Bryan, that wanted to play the
role of Master to both Chris and I. When I explained that she was not into
playing submissive roles, he offered to come over and make love to my wife,
while I was bound and helplessly forced to watch. That idea intrigued me.
We have been swinging for quite a few years now, and I had never seen her
actually making it with another man.

Tonight she came home from work, and without even pausing to talk about her
day, she ordered me to go to the bedroom and strip naked. Sensing that
something was different about her attitude, I hurriedly complied. She
turned the music into our bedroom far louder than normal. By the time she
came into the bedroom, I was naked. She smiled oddly and said, "That's a
good slave."

Reaching behind the bed, she pulled out the restraints I had made several
years ago, consisting of leather cuffs connected by seat belt material.
Humming softly, she fastened me to the bedposts so I stood facing the bed
with my arms spread-eagled. Next she got a roll of duct tape and taped my
ankles together. She then took some strips of that duct tape and taped my
chest meat into small, but very real breasts. All of this we had done
before, and it was one of my favorite games. I suspected that she would
soon dress me in one of her nighties. Instead, she left the room saying,
"Don't go away." She chuckled softly as she left. Unbeknown to me she went
down to our "toy" chest and brought a bunch of our adult toys upstairs.
With the music up so loud, I couldn't hear anything else. While I stood
firmly secured, she sat down to play computer games in the other room. I
waited patiently, having no other choice.

After what seemed like a very long time, she walked into the bedroom, with
Bryan. She had called him up and told him to come over. Tonight was
certainly going to be a new experience!

Bryan walked over and checked how securely I was fastened. "You did a
beautiful job Mistress Chris." he said as he pulled her into his arms and
kissed her deeply. They laid down on the bed and kissed and caressed each
other for a while, before Bryan suggested that perhaps they ought to get me
into a more slave-like state. Chris asked, "What do you mean Master Bryan?"
He replied," I always keep my slaves closely shaved, do you have a razor?"
"Certainly my dear" Chris replied, and retrieved it from the main bathroom.

Bryan wasted no time as he proceeded to shave my body totally from the neck
down. When I started to protest, he shoved a dildo gag into my mouth, and
strapped it in place. "A good slave should be seen and not heard." he said
giving me a slap on the ass for emphasis. This shaving didn't take long
since it had only been two weeks since my last total body shave. Bryan
remarked when the shaving was complete, " The slave looks like a little boy
now, except for those cute little titties you made. I think that I would
rather have a slut slave tonight, let's play dress-up with our toy." "Great
idea Master Bryan", Chris replied. She then added, " I love having her as
my sissy slut too." For the next hour they put make-up, a wig, high-heels,
bra, pantyhose, etc. on me. They even painted my fingernails and toenails!
I could see myself in the mirror, and was stunned.

Chris got them each a glass of wine, which they sipped as they sat chatting
as if I wasn't even there. Soon, Bryan was helping Pat get undressed and
she helped him get ready. Bryan asked Chris," Shall we blindfold HER?"
Chris said," Hell No! Make the poor worthless slut watch while a Real Man
makes love to me."

They began with caressing each other's nude bodies and soon moved on to oral
sex. Bryan slipped down to her crotch and soon she was moaning with
pleasure. She never got worked up that fast with me! When Chris took his
magnificent, hard young cock into her mouth, I felt the tears running down
my cheeks. In my fantasies it never was like this! I could only watch in
pained silence.

For a couple of hours they made love until they had mutual orgasms. While
they cuddled in the warm afterglow, Bryan suggested ,"It's time to put our
slave to work". He picked up my feet and laid me on the bed with my head
hanging over the edge. He then guided Pat until she straddled my face.
"Make the little slut lick you clean." He undid my gag. Pat pulled my face
to her crotch and ordered, "Lick me bitch!" I had never tasted another man's
come, very rarely my own. Now I was powerless to prevent doing so. I
licked and slurped at her steaming lips until she had another orgasm. She
finally said, "That's all I can handle for now." Then she added," Bryan, I
know that you said you were straight, but I think you should make the sissy
slave lick you clean also; SHE does such a good job."

She took his cock in her hand and pressed it to my lips, saying, "That's a
good girl, lick all my juices off of this Wonderful cock." In my bondage
state, I was forced to lick his cock and balls while the strong smell of
recent sex filled my nostrils. Chris said, "Open your lips bitch, take it
in your mouth. I want to turn you into a cocksucker." Bryan slid his limp
dick into my mouth and forced me to suck and slurp until he was once again
fully erect. Then he grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth, completely
oblivious to my gagging. As a Master he was unconcerned with my discomfort,
and concentrated on his pleasure! The roughness used in this oral **** was
unexpected and made me realize that I really was under their control. The
"game" had gone too far, but now I could do nothing to stop it.

He finally came in my mouth and told me, "Swallow it all slut, spill one
precious drop, and I will beat the shit out of you." I obeyed, despite my
revulsion. Chris applauded crying, "Magnificent, Master Bryan. It would be
fun to watch you fuck the slut's tight cunt, but I want to save your next
orgasm for myself." She got the strap-on dildo and as she put it on said,
"So I guess I'll have to do it. She wanted to be a slave, and slaves don't
fuck, they get fucked."

Bryan undid my hands and forced me to my hands and knees ordering me," Ok
Slave, beg Mistress Chris to fuck your poor worthless pussy." "Please
Mistress Chris, fuck me for your pleasure." I begged. I received a
resounding slap on both cheeks of my ass. Master Bryan said," You have much
to learn slut! That's not what you were told to do. You must obey ALL
orders exactly and instantly! Now try again." My mind raced to try to
remember his original order. " Please Mistress Chris, please fuck my poor
worthless pussy." I pleaded. Chris now knelt behind me and smeared a large
gob of Vaseline on my asshole and using one, then two fingers, she forced it
inside of me. "Purr for me bitch, show how much you appreciate all that I'm
doing to you." Chris snarled with a new forcefulness in her voice. So I did
, cooing like a little girl," Oh Mistress, that feels so wonderful." Bryan
grabbed one of my nipples with each hand and pinched them quite hard. " You
must always address her as Mistress Chris, you have no right to use less
than her full title." Bryan sat holding my nipples so my face was scant
inches from the cock that had so recently ravished my mouth, while Chris
forced the dildo inside me. "Go ahead Mistress Chris," he said," Fuck the
slut." Chris grabbed my hips and began savagely fucking my ass. She had
used the dildo on me before, but never so roughly. All of her natural
tenderness had vanished and been replaced by a new sense of her power. This
was not lovemaking, this was ****!

With Chris ramming the dildo up my ass and Bryan controlling my movements by
his fingers pinching my nipples, I was trapped on a hideous ride that I knew
would end only when they decided. The pain in my nipples was intense and
almost overcame the pain in my ass. My urge to be submissive had long since
dissolved into real fear. Chris alone would have quit long ago, but with
Bryan's support she was actually enjoying herself. At last they tired of
this and with a little pat on the fanny, Chris pulled out the dildo. "Not
too bad slut, you'll improve with practice. Don't worry you'll get lots
more practice." she promised. I was allowed to collapse onto my side, my
hands went up to my throbbing, painful nipples.

Bryan told Chris, "This slave is easily controlled through her nipples, we
should get them pierced. With some rings permanently installed through
them, she could be easily dominated even when I'm not around." Chris smiled,
"Hmmm, it would be a constant reminder of her new status. Let me think
about it." " It would be simple, we could take her right now to a friend of
mine who'd be glad to do it. He'd do the job for a blow job." Chris said,"
The blow job is no problem, now that our slave is a cocksucker." She laughed



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Hi.

This times we have young couple who have a tradition. Surprisingly
this tradition turns into something which at least one of the couple
to the thought if this tradition was the right idea.

As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
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