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A wife turns her husband into a sissy slut who is forced to service other men and women.

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, carressing and cuddling were turnons 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 follow orders very
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 recieved 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 realised
that she intended to shave off my beard and moustache, 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 saopy
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 nailpolish 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 breaasts. "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 make©up. 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 realising that she'd already planned
on making this a regular occurance.

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 whoke idea of having a slave in the
first place."

Applying blue eyeshade 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 mascarra 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 helplessy 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
longsleeved 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 pantyhome, 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 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 feinged 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 highheels, 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 tothe 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 humilliation 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 murmered 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 eyeshadow 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 like a respectable
pussyboy 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
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 make up. 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 personna 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.

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 sex 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 sex
slave to work". He picked up my feet and laid me on the bed with my head
hanging over the edge. He then guided Chris until she straddled my face.
"Make the little sissy slut lick your cunt clean." He undid my gag. Chris pulled my face
to her crotch and ordered, "Lick me bitch!" I had never tasted another man's
cum, very rarely my own. Now I was powerless to prevent doing so. I
licked and slurped at her steaming pussy lips and deep inside her cunt 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 sissy 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 sissy
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
and kissed him lustily. A shiver ran through me as I realized they were
discussing me like a piece of fuckmeat.

"Let's save that for another time," Chris said," Right now I'm hungry and
need another drink." They got off the bed and ordered me to get my lazy slut
ass up and busy. While they sat on the couch necking, I fixed their drinks.
When I delivered them Pat tweaked my sore nipples saying, "Yes some rings
might be just the thing, they'll look sooo cute." She sounded so serious, I
was scared.

I returned to the kitchen and fixed them tv dinners and soup. When I set
their meals on the table, I noticed he was licking her nipples and she was
loving it. They ate ignoring me completely. Bryan commented," Slave is
going to have to learn to cook better than this, after all WE are going to
need to keep up our strength for all of the great sex we are going to have."
Chris replied," Don't worry, Slave is going to learn MANY new things. The
bitch wanted this scene, well now she's just going to have to live with it."

Bryan said," From now until the next Date Night you should continue her
training. Do not have intercourse with her, you may use her tongue for your
pleasure, of course, and I would recommend that you fuck her pussy several
times a day. It's very important when training a new slave to remain
dominant at all times." Chris answered," Oh yes, you masterful hunk! Of
course you are right Master Bryan."

After they finished eating they went to the bedroom for more sex while I
cleaned up. Soon they called for me to join them. I was made to kneel on
the floor beside the bed and watch while Chris rode his cock to another
orgasm. Again, they made me use my tongue to clean my wife’s cunt and Bryan’s cock when they were finished.

Master Bryan had me dress him in his clothes when he was finally ready to
leave. When he was fully dressed, he stripped me naked. "One last chore
Slave, I want you to display your hairless body to me and Mistress Chris,
while you masturbate." This was the final humiliation, I stroked myself to
orgasm catching my own cum in my left hand. "Poor slave didn't get any
supper, You may eat your cum." I hesitated for a moment, then seeing the
looks they were exchanging, lapped up my own cum. Bryan announced. "Well
you are now a cocksucking, cum gobbling, little sissy slut sex slave."

He then tied me hand and foot on the floor, replaced the gag and
passionately kissed my naked wife. As he left I heard him tell Chris thanks
for a great time and to call him anytime. She told him that she certainly
would.

Chris returned to the bedroom, looked down at my helpless body and said,"
This was a GREAT IDEA you had. I really enjoyed myself. He was a REAL STUD
and wore me out." She crawled into bed and turned off the light. She said,"
I can hardly wait to continue your training, goodnight Slave." I could only
lay there in stunned silence, with my nipples aching, my tortured ass in
pain, reeking of sex and dreading the morning. Even more than another day
of housework and service as a maid, I was dreading the next DATE NIGHT.
Chris seemed only too willing to force me into new degrading situations.
What would be next?

Friday

During the two weeks since Chris and Bryan had used me as a sissy sex slave,
neither Chris or I had discussed that night. She had found the night very
stimulating, while I had found it degrading and not nearly as exciting as it
had seemed in my fantasies. Chris had made it clear while in her Mistress
role that I was to keep my body shaved even between Date Nights. " Having
to shave you every time takes up too much time and delays my pleasure." She
had said. Since I was still in my slave role at the time, I had to comply
with her order. This shaving myself became a time consuming part of my
routine grooming procedure.

Chris informed me, " Tonight we are having company. Bryan told me about a
couple that he thought we should meet. I talked with the lady on the phone,
and they are coming over tonight. I do want you to be on your best behavior
tonight slave." I was surprised by her announcement as she had never made
plans without consulting me before becoming my Mistress. Now she seemed to
be doing it whenever she pleased. She asked, " Do you understand that you
will obey instantly and not embarrass me in front of them?" I responded, "
Yes Mistress." Chris said, " Good, if we can expand the cast of players in
our ` game', the possibilities will geometrically expand." When we first
started our secret games she had thought of them as a very personal matter
and her willingness to invite other people into our play showed how much her
attitude had changed since gaining such power over me. I really wished that
she had discussed this with me first! Chris had agreed to meet them to see
if the chemistry seemed right. She had invited them over for drinks with
the prior understanding that there would be NO SEX that night. Although we
had never seen either Rachel or Jerry in person, Chris had exchanged
fantasies with Rachel several times during phone conversations. They were
to arrive at around 7:30 pm. At exactly 7:30 the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and welcomed them into our home. I took Rachel's hand and
gave it a gentlemanly kiss. She glared at me haughtily and hissed," You'll
pay for this effrontery slave. No one touches me without my permission." I
mumbled, "I'm sorry Mistress." Jerry removed Rachel's coat and carefully
laid it on the couch before shaking my hand. Rachel looked stunning in her
black leather halter top, mini-skirt and thigh length spiked heeled boots.
She went to Chris and gave her a big hug by way of greeting.

We retired to the family room and I took the drink orders. While they began
a conversation I mixed the drinks and served them. Jerry thanked me but
Rachel stopped Chris as she started to say thanks by holding up her hand and
saying, " You should never thank a slave for serving you dear; it is their
privilege to do so." Jerry nodded his affirmation of her statement. Jerry
was quite a bit bigger than I was and could be easily described as what
Chris would call a hunk. I could see there was a physical attraction there,
which did not escape Rachel's discerning eye. She asked Chris if she would
like to inspect Slave more closely. Chris casually said, " Why yes Mistress
Rachel, if it's not too much trouble." Rachel replied, "No trouble at all,
STRIP Slave." Jerry stood up and removed all of his clothing without
hesitation. When his trousers were removed we could see that he was wearing
lacy pink panties. Chris raised her eyebrows in surprise upon seeing them.
She knew that I loved it when she made me wear panties, but wouldn't have
suspected such a thing about a hunk like Jerry.

When the panties were removed his huge cock was nearly fully erect. Chris
reached out and took it in her hand. It must have been at least 9" long and
thick as well. He stood stoically still despite Chris's tender stroking.
Chris exclaimed, "Mistress Rachel your slave is magnificent! And so well
trained!" Rachel replied, "Thank you Mistress Chris. Your slave could be
easily trained as well. I could help you with that process if you like."
She continued, "It would be no bother at all; I enjoy breaking a man's
spirit and bending him to our will."

Chris's enthusiasm for this game had increased dramatically since seeing
Slave's nude body. "Why not," she said. " My slut was always talking about
wanting to be my submissive fucktoy; it will serve the little bitch right to
give him what he thinks he wants." She turned to me and ordered, "Strip
slut. Let's show Mistress Rachel what she has to work with." Emulating
Jerry's unhesitating obedience I stood up and took off my clothes. Mistress
Rachel came over to me and looked me over carefully. My hairless body, so
carefully shaved a couple of hours ago drew a nod of approval, but my dick
hung submissively limp and she snorted," Poor Mistress Chris, how in the
world could you ever be sexually satisfied with such a worthless cock?"
Chris just shrugged her shoulders.

Chris had clearly changed her mind about the NO SEX tonight rule as she
turned to me and ordered, "Slut, go get into your fucktoy outfit. Be quick
about it! We'll be waiting right here." A while back, Chris on one of our
DATE NIGHT weekends had taken me on a humiliating shopping trip where she
bought my slave girl outfit. A little French maid outfit with a very short
skirt; wig; a matching bra, panties and garter belt set; high heeled shoes
and black mesh stockings; and a complete make-up kit composed what Chris
called my slut outfit. I hurried off to obey her command while Chris and
Rachel continued chatting about what they might like to do tonight. Jerry
was still standing silent like some naked decoration when I left.

In the bathroom I glanced at my hairless body and was amazed at how easily
my masculinity had disappeared along with the body hair. I painted my
toenails with the garish red polish Chris insisted I use. While they dried,
I applied my make-up as Chris had previously instructed me. She had me use
blue eye shadow to enhance my sluttish look. The long fake eyelashes went
on much easier now that I had practiced. The mascara and eyeliner were also
getting much easier to apply.

When the make-up was completed, I pulled the black mesh hose up my smooth,
hairless legs and I hooked them to the garter belt. Using strips of duct
tape I taped my chest flesh to form the petite but real feminine breasts
that Chris loved to play with. After I put on my bra the tape was invisible
and my nipples protruded from the holes in the peek-a-boo bra. The matching
lacy panties were next pulled on with my cock and balls tucked neatly
between my legs. These black matching items always made me feel so
feminine. I stepped into my short French maid skirt and put on my puffy
sleeved, low necked blouse. My wig was next put on and brushed out a bit.
I put on a pair of hoop earrings and the choker necklace. My high-heeled
toeless shoes always felt awkward when I first put them on, but I was able
to walk in them quite nicely by now.

Taking the case with the fake fingernails from the cabinet, I glued them on.
I always saved them for last as it made the rest of the transformation too
difficult if I was wearing them. Those fake nails were already painted to
match my toenails. Looking in the mirror I could see that I had done a good
job. I looked every bit the slut Chris wanted to serve her. The degrading
prospect of appearing like this in front of Mistress Rachel and Jerry still
made me nervous, but to please Mistress Chris I would do anything! Or at
least that's what I'd been saying, now that would be tested severely. I
wasn't sure that I was ready for whatever might happen. But, this had been
all my idea to start with and I felt compelled to go through with it.

When I walked back into the family room, I was surprised to see Slave's head
under Chris's skirt! He was performing oral sex on her while she and
Mistress Rachel continued chatting nonchalantly about their plans. Chris
looked up to notice me and praised," Well done Slut, you look very pretty
tonight." Mistress Rachel put her hands on the hem of my short skirt, lifted
it up and examined my panty clad bottom. "Nice ass Slut, we'll have to find
a use for that." she said menacingly.

Chris was becoming very aroused by Slave's ministrations now so Rachel asked
her," Why don't you take Slave into your bedroom and enjoy him for a bit
Mistress Chris?" Chris replied, "Thank you Mistress Rachel, I think I will."
She stood up and ordered, "Stand Slave." When Slave immediately stood up,
Chris took his cock in her hand and led him by it down the hall to the
bedroom.

Mistress Rachel smirked at me and ordered, "Slut go to our car and bring me
the travel bag in the back seat." I looked at her in disbelief, I just
couldn't go out of the house dressed like this! Her dominant glare won out
over my reservations quickly and I swished out to the car parked in our
driveway. Retrieving the bag as rapidly as possible, I hurried back into
the house. Mistress Rachel said softly, "That's a good slave. You have
real possibilities Slut. I know that the plan was for No Sex tonight, but a
Mistress always brings a few toys along, just in case."

She opened up her bag and pulled out a riding crop. "Bend over Slut, and
grab your ankles." she ordered. I wasn't expecting this at all, as my
agreement with Chris made it quite clear that I wasn't into pain. Obviously
she had her own agenda! She pulled down my panties and lightly whipped my
ass cheeks, gradually increasing the force applied until my ass was sore and
quite red. "A Slave, even a Slut like you, should walk around with a
pretty, red ass."

Soon she quit the whipping and let me stand up to remove my blouse and bra.
Mistress Rachel caressed my titties and licked and sucked on my nipples. My
cock became erect as she told me how nice it was to have such a pretty
little sissy for a slave. "Get down on your hands and knees bitch," she
commanded. I got down on all fours as she reached into her bag and produced
a jar of KY jelly. Greasing my asshole she worked one finger inside me. As
it wiggled around I writhed and moaned." The only sounds you are allowed to
make are those of pleasure, and you had better make lots of those to show
your Mistress how much you appreciate all of the trouble I'm going through."
she warned me as she shoved in the second finger. I lied, "Oh yes Mistress,
it feels so good." I continued moaning with feigned pleasure as her third
finger was squeezed into my tight asshole. Rachel commented ,"Your cunt is
too tight. Oh well, a series of butt plugs will soon loosen up your pussy."

My cock was screaming for the relief of orgasm as she continued forcing that
lubricant into my "cunt", but Rachel just laughed asking with mock concern,
"You'd like to fuck me right now, wouldn't you Slut?" I pleaded, "Oh yes
Mistress Rachel, Very Much so." She laughed out loud and said, "You fool,
you are the Slut and you GET fucked!" "Besides," she continued, " How dare
you think your pitiful little cock could please ME! I can have Slave fuck me
whenever I want, listen to the sounds coming from the bedroom."

Chris was obviously deep in the throes of passion, judging from the moans
of," Oh yes Slave, More Slave," etc. coming from the bedroom. She never
got that loud with me. This was not working out as it had in my fantasies!
Chris had gone wild with pleasure! So far I had only suffered pain and
humiliation.

Mistress Rachel now strapped on a dildo and knelt behind me. "You wanted
some fucking, I'm going to give you some fucking." she promised. The dildo
was slowly forced into my well greased asshole filling my insides with it's
bulk. She reached around and grabbed my nipples, pinching them forcefully.
With her using my nipples to control my movements, I was forced to hump my
ass to recieve her vigorous thrusts. The pain from my nipples overcame the
painful thrusts in my ass. I was horribly trapped into submitting to this
****, which would only end with Mistress's orgasm. When at last, she came,
the dildo was removed.

When I collapsed with exhaustion on the floor, my hands went up to my
throbbing nipples. They were too sore to touch! Mistress Rachel put the
dildo to my lips as she straddled my chest. " Go ahead Slut, lick it clean.
You got it dirty, now you clean it!" she ordered." You stupid little bitch,
you forgot to douche before you had sex. Don't worry dearie, as my slave I
will give you a nice warm enema before I fuck you in the future." An ENEMA!
I had really let myself in for more than I had bargained for. My tongue
tentatively licked the dildo. "Must I bring out the cat-o-nine tails to
enforce my will?" she asked sweetly. Remembering the pain from just the
crop, I answered, "No Mistress." and really licked the dildo until it was
totally clean.

Saying, "Come Slut!" she led me into the bedroom where my wife was still
enjoying a marathon, multi-orgasmic fuck with Slave. She looked so sexy all
flushed, sweaty and thrusting her hips wildly upward to meet Slave's
vigorous thrusts. She was truely beautiful! Mistress Rachel said," You may
climax now Slave." And he DID! It was amazing! Mistress even controlled his
orgasms with her power.

He bent down to kiss Chris deeply as she shuddered with another of countless
orgasms she'd enjoyed. "That was excellent Slave!" she praised him for all
of the pleasures he'd given her.

Mistress Rachel beamed with pride over her demonstration of power, then
ordered," Kneel by the side of the bed Slut. Slave assist Mistress Chris to
get into position to be cleaned." Slave helped Chris to the side of the bed
and d****d her legs over my shoulders. Mistress Rachel now told me," Now
lick her clean Slut." Slave's come was oozing out of my wife’s cunt now scant
inches from my face. This was revolting, to lick another man's come from my
wife was too degrading for words. Slave shoved my face right into it, and
realizing the total futility of resisting, I began to lick her clean. The
smell of the sweat mixed in with Chris's natural juices and Slaves musky
male odors made my mind reel, but I licked her clean bringing her to another
orgasm. Finally she said that she's had enough and needed to rest for a
bit.

Mistress Rachel now brought Slave's cock to my lips saying," Go ahead Slut,
finish the clean up. Lick Mistress Chris's juices off this magnificent
cock." Chris sat up and said," Yes you little sissy cunt, I want to watch
you lick his cock clean, He has earned that much. What a magnificent
stallion he is! Now lick him good Slut." I used my tongue to lick the
mixture of her juices and his come from his dick feeling totally degraded by
my situation. Still half dressed as a girl; wearing a wig and in heels; my
nipples painfully throbbing; and my ravished ass oozing the melted KY jelly;
I was licking another man's cock! How had things gone this far so fast?

When the girls were satisfied that his cock was clean, they decided it would
be fun to watch me suck it! Chris put it to my lipstick covered lips and
cooed, "Come on Slut, suck on his cock for me. You've already eaten his
come from my pussy and I want you now to go the final step. My little Slut
is going to become a cocksucker!" Mistress Rachel added," Since you are
obviously not capable of fucking like a man, you need to learn some other
skills in order to be useful."

Chris pushed Slave's cock into my mouth. Even in it's semi-flaccid state,
His cock filled my mouth. Rachel sat on the bed and started caressing Chris,
while both of them encouraged my efforts. As I sucked and slurped his cock,
it grew to full erection. This seemed impossible as he had come so
recently; this guy was a fucking machine! He grabbed my head and began
thrusting into my mouth, choking me with it's sheer bulk. I was gagging as
his cock hit the back of my throat, but his grip was very firm and I was
powerless to escape his fucking my face. His brutal oral **** continued
until I felt him cum in my mouth. It seemed that pulsing spurts would
never stop filling my mouth.

Finally he pulled his spent cock out of my mouth and Mistress Rachel
ordered," Swallow every bit of it Slut, Slave has worked very hard to give
you that gift of cock cream and it would be so ungrateful to waste a single drop." So
despite my revulsion, I swallowed it. "That's a good girl." she praised me.
When the tears cleared from my eyes, I could see Chris licking Rachel's
pussy. She had never done that before, but was now so turned on that it
seemed perfectly natural.

As I lay on the floor trying to recover from my oral ravishment, Chris
looked up from her work and commanded," Cocksucker fetch us some more
drinks." I got to my feet and wobbled on the high-heeled shoes to make
another round of drinks. I really NEEDED a drink to get the taste of come
out of my mouth!

Returning to the bedroom I saw both Chris and Slave bringing Rachel to
orgasm. They took their drinks without even a word of thanks and sat
chatting as if I wasn't even there. Mistress Rachel pulled my face to her
crotch and had me lick her pussy while the conversation continued unabated.
In my fantasies about being a submissive, sex slave it was never like this.
In them I received some sexual satisfaction. Now I was being used for
everyone else's pleasure with no regard for mine.

After several more rounds of drinks and a couple of hours of recovery time
Mistress Rachel Asked," Mistress Chris don't you think it's about time that
Slut got to cum?" Chris pondered the question a moment before answerin