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Date Night. My Descent Into Slavery.

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CHAPTER 1

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!






CHAPTER 2



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 and kissed him lustily. A
shiver ran through me as I realized they were discussing me like a
piece of meat.


"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
their genitals 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 come in my
left hand. "Poor slave didn't get any supper, You may eat your come."
I hesitated for a moment, then seeing the looks they were exchanging,
lapped up my own come. Bryan announced. "Well you are now a
cocksucking, come gobbling, little slut 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?






CHAPTER 3


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 toy; 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 slut 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 you up."


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 the vagina 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, it 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 come 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 and it would be so ungrateful to waste