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She was cheating on me, I was sure of it. Although I couldn't prove it, I've had my suspicions for quite some time. Given the fact that we hadn't had sex in months, and the fact that she was always in such a good mood.... why else would she be so happy? She wasn't getting any from me, but she surely was getting some elsewhere.

I grew paranoid and overly self conscious. In the four months since we started living together, Monique and I seem to have grown apart. I cared for her so much, and it pained me to think that she was being ravaged by some other guy.

Monique was a goddess. She practically lived in the gym, constantly working out. She was in fantastic shape, which was more than I could say for myself. I'm not a bad looking guy, but once you hit 30 you kinda get buried in your work and neglect the need for physical exercise, hence the beer gut. Monique on the other hand was perfect in every way. Her hair was platinum blond, her eyes were blue and her bleached teeth were so goddamn pearly white. She looked like a goddamn porn star.

I was overly proud of her, 'This was my girl! She lives with me in my house.' However, I hadn't seen that much of her lately. She'd always come home late, smelling good, whistling, her face bright and confident. The other day I noticed that she'd gotten a tattoo, a giant dragon on her lower back.

On anyone else this would have looked tacky or even slutty, but on Monique, it looked really hot. I wanted nothing more than to pound her from behind and watch that tattoo in its gleaming light.

"That's a hot tat babe! Shall we test it out?" I asked,

"It still hurts honey. Next week I promise!" she responded.

Of course, next week came and went and I was left with a serious case of blue balls. She told me she had made plans with her sister and she was going away with her for the weekend. I was so fucking frustrated, I didn't know what to do. Of course, I took my anger out on the closest person to me; Antonio, our Gardner.

"Goddamn it Antonio! What the fuck is wrong with you people? Did you just get off the fucking boat? Can you understand English? I want the fucking pebbles away from the pool!"

In a fit of rage I tore out some of the roses and threw them out into the street "Do it again you fucking monkey!" I yelled at him.

What else could he do? He obeyed and apologized, "Sorry senior, I'll do it again."

I contemplated driving out to her sisters house and crashing the party, or maybe even sneaking around. The frustration soon took its toll and I eventually ended up hitting the bottle. I got completely 'shitfaced' that night, from what I can remember.

The next day, I confided in an old friend, "Hell, I don't know what to do Lance, she's fooling around on me! Its driving me nuts!"

Lance, who used to work for the LAPD, is an old friend from high school. He was very intelligent and was a good judge of character. I was hoping that he would dismiss my suspicions and reassure me that Monique was not 'doing the business'. "That doesn't sound right man. Monique is a walking wet dream, and I'm sure she's getting it from somewhere."

He said, "If you want, I could do some PI work for you. Really get down to the bottom of this.... no pressure pal"

I didn't like the idea of digging up Monique's past and I certainly didn't like the idea of having my best friend stalk my super hot girlfriend, but I had no choice.

The next few weeks I went on about my daily business and Monique went on about her daily business, everything remained normal. I ate alone every night, masturbated frequently and cried myself to sleep. In the mornings I'd always wake up with Monique by my side, I never knew what time she came home or how she got into bed without waking me.

I'd make her breakfast, see her off and then..... I'd see her the next morning. It was so painful. Each time she just got hotter and hotter. This was the same, every day, for two weeks. Finally Friday came around again. Lance came by my house in the afternoon.

I was anticipating his arrival, I ran out onto the lawn impatiently, "So? What did you find out?" I asked him.

Lance looked over at Antonio who was trimming the hedges, "Don't you wanna discuss this inside?" he asked me.

"No, no, don't mind him, he doesn't speak English. So, what did you find out?" I asked

"Bad news pal. She's cheating on you." He said

My whole world came crashing down. My eyes watered and I tried ever so hard to keep myself from bursting out into tears. "W.. w... well, who is it? I mean, who is the guy?" I asked in anticipation.

Lance looked over at Antonio, "Its him."

Suddenly, I was overcome with such intense anger and rage, "What? Are you fucking serious??"

"Yes, it was him." He reassured me.

I walked over to Antonio, I was really going to give him a piece of my mind. Lance tried to stop me, I probably should have listened to him. "Hey! Monkey!" I yelled out at him.

I shoved him back into the manure, "You think you can fuck my woman and get away with it? You fucking monkey!?"

I didn't expect him to retaliate. It took me completely by surprise. He smacked me square in the jaw, I hit the ground fast, my world was spinning, I could taste blood.

"For months, I put up witch you calling me monkey and chico! Are jou listening to me?" he grabbed a fistful of my balls and squeezed.

I screamed in discernible pain. "Yeah! I'm fucking your woman! Know why?" he asked as he squeezed harder, "NOOOOO! God! Please let go!" I yelled.

"Its because you aren't man enough for her. All I need to do is just squeeze a bit more, and you wont be man enough for anyone." That was too much for me, I vomited and blacked out.

Hours later I was inside, naked from the waist down with an icepack between my legs. "Are you okay buddy?" Lance asked.

I tried to speak, all that came out was a girlish whimper. It hurt to speak, it hurt to move, it even hurt to breathe. I lifted the icepack and looked down between my legs. To my horror, I found that my testicles were swollen to at least five times in size. Upon seeing this, I insisted that Lance drive me to the hospital, "You'll be fine man, I've seen heaps of domestic disturbance cases, just keep ice on it." He didn't seem worried, but I was in a total state of panic.

I forced myself to speak, "My fucking balls man! I could loose my balls! You gotta take me to the hospital! Please!!" he couldn't help but laugh at the unusual high pitch of my voice.... who could blame him?

The doctor told me that I was lucky. Had there been the slightest bit more pressure, the damage would have been permanent. "In afew days the swelling should go down and your sex drive should return back to normal."

"What about my voice?" Hell, it sounded like I was high on helium.

The doctor bit his top lip to keep from laughing, "You should be fine in a few days" he reassured me.

Later that night, Monique entered my hospital room. I shot a look at her as if to say, "this is all your fault".

She hung her head in shame, she knew that I knew she was fucking the Gardner. "I'm sorry" she told me.

I didn't want to speak, I didn't want her to hear me like this, I didn't want to appear so utterly weak and helpless. "For... how long?" I asked.

She cut me off, "Will you be okay? You sound different, almost like a girl. Is everything going to be okay, down there?" she said pointing to my crotch.

She cared for me, I could see that. I could see that she was concerned and that she didn't want to see any harm upon me. "I'll be fine. Just under allot of strain. But everything should be back to normal in a few days."

"Oh, that's good." She said.

"So, you've been having an affair?" I asked. God, I sounded so pathetic. I sounded like a little school boy.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I cant lie to you anymore. I love him and I want to be with him." She admitted.

In shock, I shifted in my bed, trying to sit up, "You cant, You cant do this to me! I love you too! How could you...."

"I'm sorry. But, he pleases me. He makes me feel good." She admitted.

"Don't I?"

"You can support me financially, but you can't please me; emotionally or sexually. I'm so sorry; I didn't want to tell you like this." She confessed.

I didn't want to loose her, I then told her that I would be open to anything, as long as she wouldn't leave me. She dismissed my suggestions and told me that for the next few days nothing else would matter, she would just be there for me and help me to reach a speedy recovery.

I was grateful for that, at least it gave us an opportunity to spend some time together. To my relief, within days, the swelling had gone down and my voice returned back to normal. Once I recovered however, she stopped coming around. She even cleared out all her stuff.

I had to make one last stand, I at least had to try to win her back. Lance kept trying to talk me out of it, "Forget her man! She a fucking hoar! Her lover almost turned you into an eunuch! Just forget about her!"

But I couldn't, I was blinded by love.

I ambushed her outside of her work, "Monique! Just listen to me! Please! Give me one minute."

"I cant, I..."

"- just let me speak. I know why you had to cheat on me, I know now. Its because I was a selfish lover."

She didn't want to hear any of this, she just wanted to get away from me. She turned to walk away. "I don't want to talk about it, I ju..."

I stopped her, "Please! Monique! Let me prove to you that I can be a man! That I can please you the way a man should. Please! I'm begging you!"

"I don't know. I've moved in with Antonio and were pretty happy together," she admitted.

"Okay, how about this, a bet. I bet that I can make you come faster than he can."

"I don't know about that. I don't want to cheat on him," she said.

"Invite him along. I bet that I can last longer and please you more than he ever could. Just give me a second chance..... please!"

She thought about it for a minute and finally said, "I'll have to ask him, I'll get back to you."

Deep down, I knew that I would probably never hear from her again. Hell, it was a stupid suggestion. What self respecting man would let his woman be fucked by another guy for a bet? I hugged her and kissed her goodbye, certain that I would never hear from her again.

To my surprise, the next day, my phone rang, "You've got a deal. Come over tonight, Antonio's place, you know where that is, near the gasworks."

I couldn't believe it. This was my chance! I was going to reclaim my manhood. I was going to take back what was rightfully mine. I was going to steal her back right in front of him. But I wasn't going to do it alone, I had a secret weapon.... Viagra. I would be sure to win! I took two shots of Viagra and left the house, within 10 minutes, I had a raging hard on. I was harder and hornier than I had been in years! Nothing could stop me, I could go for hours. I know in the past, I've only lasted between 2 to 5 minutes, but tonight, I was certain that I could go for at least an hour, at least that was my plan.

I arrived at Antonio's 'shack' at 7pm, dressed to kill. I parked my 7 series BMW right in the middle of the street so that everyone could see what a 'real man' looks like. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a cocky Antonio.

"So you come to win her back eh?" he teased.

"Nice house, I think I have a tent I use for camping which is as big as this." I teased back.

He led me inside though to the bedroom. Monique was sitting on the bed, fully clothed, awaiting my arrival. "Hey baby." I smiled at her.

"We've thought it through and decided that this little bet might actually be allot of fun. You know how much I've always wanted to have a threesome with two guys." She said grinning from ear to ear.

This was not what I had in mind however. Antonio came up behind me and began to massage my shoulders, "No, I don't want to do it tha.." before I could finish they had both started laughing.

This was a joke, it was all a joke. "Ha Ha, very funny!" I turned to leave.

"No wait." Antonio said, "I don't like you treating my woman like a hoar, but since you think you can fuck better than I can, be my guest."

Monique began to undress, almost as if they had rehearsed this.

"You go first." He added.

Within seconds, Monique was sprawled out on the bed, completely naked. I noticed another tattoo, one on her lower stomach; it was a scorpion.

She smiled and encouraged me to 'dive in'.

"But you ain't heard the terms yet lover boy." Antonio added.

"Terms? If I can make her come faster and harder than you can, then she comes home with me and you leave us alone for good!" I snapped back at him

"Yeah, that's if you win. But if I win, I get to finish off your balls." He said smiling.

"What? You want to crush my balls? You cant be serious!" I panicked.

"Oh but I am serious! Unless if you think you have what it takes, then you shouldn't be worried." He teased.

By now Monique was getting impatient. "Come-on! Before the weed wears off! Fuck me, anyone! I don't care!"

I shrugged off my doubts and began to undress. As I pulled down my underwear, Antonio hit the roof. "What the fuck is that?" He threw his head back and laughed. I looked down, I didn't see what was so funny. It was just my dick!

I looked at Monique, she was biting her lip, trying not to laugh, "Antonio, stop laughing at him! Everyone is different." She said defending me, but it actually sounded like a sarcastic comment than anything else.

I couldn't understand what was so funny. If it wasn't for the Viagra, I probably would have lost my erection due to my extreme high level of nervousness.

"So that's what you've had to put up with huh? Damn woman! No wonder you came to me!" he continued to tease.

I wanted to shut this fucker up, I wanted to prove to both of them that I had what it took. I made my move. I plowed her, I dove right in. She gasped.

Antonio snickered, "Nice move pencil dick!" he laughed some more.

I tried to ignore this as I went to work. I looked over to my left at the digital clock on the bench: 7:35pm

Our bodies moved in rhythm as we both began breathing heavy. 'yes, it was working!' Our eyes met and we shared a kiss as Antonio continued to laugh and joke. "Does it tickle?" Antonio asked Monique.

This hurt, but what hurt even more was that Monique was on the verge of laughter. I could see it in her face. She was trying so hard to keep it in. 'no! this isn't working!' I decided to give it to her harder and faster.

Monique began to groan, as she usually does during sex. This always drives me wild.... and before I knew it, "mpf! Argh! No! Ahhh! Mppffeee!" I came.

"Good for you" Monique said sarcastically. Now they were both laughing at me.... mercilessly.

I looked up at the digital clock on the bench: 7:36pm. One minute.

"Minute man!" Antonio laughed. "Dude! I think its safe to say that you lost!" he said laughing some more.

Before I could say anything, I was pulled off her and tossed aside. "Now watch and see a woman's reaction to a real cock!"

As soon as he unzipped his pants, I knew. I knew why she'd been cheating on me. Compared to Antonio, I looked like an infant. Clearly, I was not at all visually stimulating to her. It was all so obvious now. There was nothing I could do about that. Nothing at all.

"Now listen to the noises a woman should make during sex!"

For the next two hours I watched and listened in awe as they fucked like rabbits. The walls must have been like tissue paper because the whole house was shaking. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as if she was being murdered. Every few seconds Antonio would shout, "ENJOY!...... ENJOY!...... ENJOY!....."

When it was all over, I was speechless. As she came, she dug her nails into his back, tearing into his skin, "ENJOY!!!!" he yelled as she exclaimed, convulsed and let out a very loud, "PHWAAAOURRR! MPF! AMMPF!" I'd never heard a woman make such noises, I can barley describe it.

Monique had experienced such intense pleasure that she was in a trance, still moaning and groaning in bed moments after, it was as if she had been hypnotized. Antonio towered over me, "See, that's why you can never have a real woman."

I looked up at him, defeated, belittled, humiliated. "You win." I said.

As I turned to leave, he grabbed me by my right shoulder, "Wait! Remember the bet?"

"What? That was just a joke! I was just k**ding about that." I pleaded.

Before I could say anything else, he had clasped my balls with his right hand. This was his moment, he wanted to make a stance, he wanted to destroy me, permanently take me out of the picture. "Now, you see what its like to truly be hopeless and helpless!"

I was still buck naked at this point as he dragged me outside by my balls, "Please, don't do this, just let go. You win, you win, you can have her."

He laughed, "Oh yeah! Music to my ears. But I know you'll be back, you'll be annoying her all the time, paying people to follow her, go through her garbage, making her life miserable, I cant have that. She's not a sex object, she's a person too."

Before I could protest he squeezed. "Oh God! Oh God! STOP! LET GO!!" I screamed. There I was, out on his lawn, having my balls busted.

A group of college girls passed his house, "Hey Antonio. Nice car." one of them said noticing my BMW.

"I know, thanks!" He tightened his grip, "You want me to let go?" he asked me.

I screamed, "YES! PLEASE!!"

"Your car is now my car." He demanded.

"YOU GOT IT! LET GO!!" He was toying with me, he squeezed harder. This was too much for me. My legs gave way, but he still kept me up by my balls.

"Goodbye dick!" he said with one final squeeze as he turned my balls to mush. I heard a loud pop.

I awoke hours later in a community hospital. I was greeted by a pretty nurse, "You were in a serious accident Sir, but rest assured, were doing everything in our power to help you."

I didn't like the sound of that. Things went from bad to worse. My testicles had swollen again, this time to the size of cantaloupes. The pain was so intense, so extremely horrible. I had no choice but to have them surgically removed.

Months later, things turned back to normal. I went back to work after my recovery and resumed my usual routine. I told Lance that I was over Monique and that I just wanted to get on with my life. Of course, I didn't tell him about the bet that turned me into a nut-less nothing. It was my secret.

Of course, they all had their suspicious given the fact that I had a different voice now. I sound more like a girlish man than anything else. Its okay however, I've learned to accept it.

I still think of Monique from time to time, but not in a sexual way. Those days are over for me.















Sissy Downfall
bydavine©

This story is about my conversion from a cross dressing sissy to submissive transformed slut owned by Mistress Rebecca George. All characters are over 18.



Having been to the beautician for a full body and face wax I check into the hotel to prepare. The suite consists of a large living room and a comfortable bedroom with a large bathroom. The bedroom has a nice dressing table with mirror and stool. A full length mirror is adjacent. The king size bed is of an older style with metal barred head and framed foot. The living room has a soft leather couch, occasional tables, a desk with cane based chair with arms, and all the usual hotel comforts.

I carry my case into the room placing it on the rack provided. Quickly I divest myself of the drab clothes that I must wear daily. I admire the smooth hairless reflection in the mirror. This is my first full wax and I am pleased with the result. I select the outfit for the day and lay it out on the bed.

I fasten a white leather suspender belt around my waste. It is very tight and has a metal buckle on its back for attaching various restraints. I sit on the bed and unroll white lace top seamed stockings up my legs. Standing, I hook the suspenders to them and check for seam straightness in the mirror. Once satisfied I step into a white G string and slide it slowly up my legs and into place. I like the way the thong shows off my pert little bottom. A white push up a cup bra is next. It just manages to give the hint of cleavage as it forces some flesh out the top. I pull a sheer white camisole with lace trimming over my head and settle it over my bra. It is not very tight but hugs my body lines nicely. Sitting at the dressing table I apply heavy covering make up as a base. I use blusher to highlight my cheekbones, paint my eyelids with silver eye shadow and Shape my brows with a pencil. Bright red lipstick completes the make up. I am satisfied with the result. I look a bit tarty but not over the top. Silver clip-on earrings, bracelet and choker feel so good. I slip a tight white stretch mini skirt over my feet and stand to pull it into place. It just covers the lace of my stocking tops. Four-inch high white stiletto sandals and a blond wig complete the look.

I check myself in the mirror and feel a stirring in my panties I know this will spoil the look if I don't do something about it. Quickly lowering my skirt and G string I hook a white leather restraint to my penis and pull it between my legs and balls and hook it to the suspender belt. Once the G string is replaced a nice feminine line is achieved with even a hint of lips between the legs. It is not very comfortable but this is worth it for the correct look. After pulling up the skirt I reinspect myself in the mirror and know I am ready to meet you for the first time.

As there is a little time to spare I set up my digital remote control camera on a tripod, and focus it on the couch. I pour some white wine into one of the two glasses on the coffee table and sit on the couch to wait. The mini, of course, rides up exposing some bare thigh. A nice way to greet you, I hope. I take some shots of myself in various poses, some sluttish some demure, as I wait.

This day is a big step for me. I have been corresponding with Mistress Rebecca for some time since first seeing her on a photo sharing site. She is a goddess in pantyhose with flaming red hair. She has many gorgeous outfits which she loves to show off. I wonder what she will be wearing today.

I hear the sound of a key in the door and I get that breathless pounding feeling that I used to get when I first started dressing all those years ago. A feeling that has subsided with time and experience as I have become used to the look and feel of soft feminine clothes caressing my body. But this is going to be a whole new experience as it will be the first time I show myself to another person in the flesh rather than in photo on the net.

What will the day hold? I hope that it will lead to a dramatic change in my life. A possible step towards a new me.

You open the door and walk in smiling when you see me waiting.

"Ah, good, a camera," you say.

I don't stand to greet you as I am in awe of your beauty and wish to remain below you. You are dressed in a tight black leather halter neck dress. On your legs you have thigh length leather stiletto boots the tops just covered by the dress. Your make up is strong and striking as is your long red hair. Your gold earrings and choker contrast beautifully with the rest of the outfit.

Having placed a suitcase next to the door you walk over, pick up the camera remote control, then gently squeezing my shoulders you force me to stand. I am a little shorter than you. Pulling my head forward our lips touch and you force mine apart with your tongue. After an eternity you pull back and inspect. My lipstick is smeared as is yours you send me to the bedroom to repair the damage telling me that I may not serve you in that state. When I return you have also made repairs. Pushing down on my shoulders you force me to my knees in front of you.

. "Now," you say "I will teach you to serve like a real woman must ".

With that said you unzip you dress and remove it. Underneath is revealed your true self dressed in crutch- less panty hose with a pair of silken panties barely covering your bulge as it strains to be released. A black tightly laced corset completes you attire.

Pulling my head forward you say "Lick its length you slut". I do so and taste the precum that has soaked through the panties. Occasionally I hear the click from the camera remote and know you are keeping a record of all of this.

After some minutes of this you push me back and say "Pull them down you slut". I gently ease your pantys down your legs and expose IT in all its erect glory.

"Kiss it slut," you say. I readily oblige looking forward to another taste of the salty cum that I know and love having many times tasted my own in order to train myself. I run my tongue around the head savouring the smoothness and taste of it

"Open wide," you say as you grab the back of my head and force yourself into my mouth. Although I have practiced before with a dildo, I have always been in control. How deep will you force me to take it? Will I gag on it? Questions quickly answered as you slowly force the full length into my throat. I feel I am going to suffocate and so I gag, you pull back only to push forward again as soon as my spasm stops. I gag again. You pull back again and repeat the movement with the same result.

"You stupid slut," you growl "you will learn to do this'. Pulling me to my feet you lead me behind the couch and bend me forward over its back. My skirt rides up and my G string clad bottom is exposed. You can also see the bulge of my restrained penis in the crack between my cheeks.

"Don't move slut" You whisper as you walk towards the suitcase near the door. This, you move to a side table out of sight. I hear it open and some sounds as you rummage through it. Returning you drop a riding crop on the floor in front of me and grabbing my wrists force them behind me where you cuff them together. A gag ball is placed in my mouth and secured with a leather strap. You force my legs apart and they are kept that way with a bar with a cuff at each end locked onto my ankles. All through this I have felt my own pre cum seeping into the thong of my G string.

Noticing this you say "You are obviously enjoying this too much, perhaps some pain will cure you and make you realise that only my pleasure is important, and that yours will only come through serving me". Having picked up the crop you disappear out of sight. After what seems an eternity I hear the whistle of the crop through the air followed by an intense sting to me bottom. The sound and the pain are repeated many times and all I can do to try to protect myself is to wiggle my butt which just spurs you on even more. At last you stop.

"Are you ready to try again" you ask. I can only nod. You stand me upright and giggle as I hobble back to the front of the couch. I nearly fall as I kneel down. You check the camera focus, remove the gag and repair my lipstick for me. I wait at your pleasure.

"Open wide little slut and serve your mistress" You whisper. I comply, as I must. You slowly force your way into my mouth and over my waiting tongue. You pause to allow me to become used to the sensation and then slowly push towards my throat. You sense a contraction in my throat and pull back just enough. Then, when it has passed continue inwards. After a couple of these attempts, you achieve your first aim, to have all of it in my mouth and throat. Looking up I see you smile and hear the click of the remote. I am happy too, as I am now serving you well.

In and out, you now move it just as you would in my pussy if I had one. Again I feel the excitement welling up between my legs but I can only dribble as it is so tightly held in the restraint. Back and forth, you seem to harden and grow even more as time passes.

"Are you ready to taste my cum, you slut?" you growl. I nod as best I can. Smiling you pull back enough so that it will land on my tongue. I feel the head spasm and hear your intake of breath. Then glorious globs of salty goo flood into my mouth. I can't believe how much there is. It tastes so good. I swallow it to stop it overflowing my mouth and staining our clothes. Finally you finish and after one last push deep into me, which catches me by surprise, you pull back out. You stand awhile in front of me and I notice a drop appear from the end. I stick my tongue out to catch it and you push the head back in for me to suck the last of the treat out of you.

"You are really getting into this aren't you, my little cocksucker" you hiss.

"Yes mistress" I breathlessly reply. After unlocking my cuffs and the spreader bar, you send me to the bedroom to repair my makeup.

"You may also use the toilet if you need to but don't touch yourself or make yourself cum or you will be sorry," you say. I am tempted as I am starting to enjoy the punishment but do not as I need to comply with you will. On returning, I find you lounging on the couch with a glass of wine. A hard wooden chair with a cane seat is pulled up facing you about a yard away. You indicate that I should hitch my skirt up and sit on it. I do so and discover that the cane irritates my well-caned bottom and the hardness of the seat hurts my penis and balls where they are pulled between my legs. To relieve the pain I spread my knees a little.

"Stop wriggling and clamp those thighs tight you slut, I chose that chair to make you hurt some more".

Walking to your case, you pull some leather belts out and return. A long belt is placed around my thighs and pulled very tight. Another around my waist holds me to the chair back. My wrists are restrained by short belts to the arms of the chair. My bottom burns and balls are squashed. Tears trickle down my cheeks.

"That is what I wanted to see, my little sissy" You laugh.

"Is you mouth and throat dry after all that sucking" smiling.

"Yes mistress" I answer.

"Good "You laugh, sitting down and having another sip of the wine.

"Now you must sit and suffer silently while my cum is replenished ready for the next step in your fall to true sluthood. You may gaze upon my beauty, reflect upon what you have learnt and wonder what lies in store next. Be assured that it will not all be pleasurable".

"Oh, by the way did you give yourself an enema in preparation for this meeting?"

"No mistress I didn't have the equipment" I reply, head bowed.

Jumping to your feet you reach out and slap me across the face saying, "Did you think I would fuck your dirty hole? Fortunately I have a kit so that you passage will be squeaky clean for me to enter." You hiss at me.

For some reason the thought of you, giving me an enema worries me more than any other anticipated punishments. I hope you are gentle and don't try to over fill me or make me hold it for hours.

"Of course there are advantages in this enema for you slut. Do you know what they are?" You smile.

"No mistress I don't". I whisper head bowed.

"It is my custom to force my slave to clean me off with her tongue after I have filled her tight pussy. Sometimes I prefer to pull out and come again in her mouth. Either way I am sure, you will prefer not to be cleaning too much dirt off. Do you agree my dear little whore?"

"Yes mistress".

"There may be some pain involved in this operation, but it will be nothing compared with the punishment you will receive if you don't cooperate. I will probably use some lubricant when I enter you later if you have been a good girl, but I can guarantee that I won't if you resist my will". You whisper.

I can only nod my agreement so great is my fear.

Undoing my bonds you drag me to my feet and lead me to the bedroom telling me to remove the mini, G-string and the camisole. I comply quickly. You point to the bathroom and I walk in there. It is a large room with a full-length bath with shower, separate shower and separate toilet cubicle.

"Stand facing that wall and suck in your tummy. I want a before shot" Smirking.

I do this and you take a photo in profile from the door. Walking behind me you release the cock restraint from the back of the suspender belt. The belt swings between my legs as my cock returns to its usual position. When I start to remove it you slap me hard on the bottom saying "leave it on for now slut".

"Get in the bath and wait on hands and knees while I prepare the equipment. During the enema I will tolerate some low volume weeping and whingeing but if you scream I will gag you. Is that understood". You leave without waiting for my reply.

On your return you prepare the enema, filling the bag with warm water and hanging it from the shower rose. Having plugged it into my tight little hole you open the tap to let it run in. I am surprised at how large the tip feels in my hole.

"Tell me when this starts to hurt whore so I know when you are half full".

I feel my tummy getting heavier and the skin starting to stretch but no pain yet. In fact it is quite a pleasant sensation. Before long I start to feel uncomfortably full but no pain yet. At the first sign of pain I groan "Please mistress, no more I am full".

"Don't make me laugh bitch. The bag is only half empty. So you are only half way to true pain". You say, slapping my bottom.

As the weight of water increases so does my pain and I begin to sob." Please mistress, no more I can't take it".

You ignore me and increase the flow. It hurts so much that I can no longer speak. All I can do is weep.

Suddenly you pull out the nozzle end quickly replace it with a butt plug. You pull the cock restraint strap between my legs and, pulling it very tight and hook it onto the suspender belt. This makes sure that the plug will not come out. You help me to stand and climb out of the bath. I stand facing the wall as you take photos in profile to show my now distended tummy. The suspender has ridden up high in search of a narrower place to sit. This puts more than usual pressure on the restraint strap. I am in extreme pain as you force me to walk all around the three rooms slapping my bottom as we go. I notice my reflection in a mirror. I look pregnant. After several laps of all the rooms you lead me to the toilet, release the strap, remove the plug and sit me down. Ah, blessed relief as I drain out.

Closing the door you say "Come out when you are finished and we will give you your next flushing".

After wiping myself I am reluctant to leave the safety of the cubicle.

"Get out here you little sissy or I will make the next one even bigger".

I step out gingerly and climb back into the bath and prepare for more pain and humiliation.

"How many more will I need mistress" I ask.

"Until you run crystal clean. My guess is at least four more." You smile while preparing the bag.

I groan as you plug the nozzle in again and I start to fill again. The ritual filling, parading round and voiding is repeated over and over until you are satisfied that I am ready to receive you.

"Well done slut. You have held more each time. I am pleased with you progress. Wipe those tears away, repair your make up and come to me when you are ready to be ravished". You retire to the living area to partake of some more wine while I try to make good the damage to my make up. I reattach the restraint and slip my panties and skirt back on.

I join you. You allow me a small glass of wine which I drink politely while seated on the cane seat. My bottom burns, my hole is sore and my spirit is crushed.

"Stay there while I prepare the bed for your ravishing" you say as you walk to the bedroom.

I obey and contemplate my fate as I sip my wine and listen for any hints of what is in store for me in the next room. It is not long before you appear at the door and beckon me to come in. I finish the wine and walk gingerly to the bedroom where I find you standing next to the bed. The bed is bare, save for the base sheet and one pillow. Leather straps are attached to both the head and foot. You Indicate that I should lie down I comply and you cuff my wrists to the uprights at the head. Sitting down next to me you pull my skirt down around my legs and remove it. You lower my panties far enough to remove my restraint. You pull my panties back up to cover my now forward facing penis.

Having removed your dress and panties you straddle my chest saying "Now suck on my clit and make it big, hard and ready to fill you".

You force the semi erect member into my mouth. It is not long before you are stiff and filling my throat as well as my mouth. After some time you seem satisfied with my performance and pull out of my mouth. Climbing off the bed you grasp my left ankle and pulling it towards the bed head you force me to bend my knee so that the ankle may be attached to the strap fixed to the top of the bed head. You repeat the procedure with the other leg. I am now completely vulnerable to your advances. My wrists are tied to the lower portion of the bed head and my legs are pulled so far back by the other straps that my bottom is completely off the bed. My ankles are pulled well apart so that my hole is completely exposed when you pull aside my thong.

Disappearing out of sight I hear you rummaging around in your suit case. When you return you are wearing latex gloves and carrying a tube of lubricant. I sigh with relief that you are not going to take me dry.

You sit next to me and pull my thong aside. I suddenly feel a cold sensation round my hole as you liberally apply the lubricant. Next I feel a finger gently exploring my insides. This is followed by another finger and then another. I am starting to feel quite stretched. I hope you are not going for the whole fist. At the forth finger I start to whimper as It is becoming painful.

"Whimper and cry all you wish but only quietly or I will gag you. You may wriggle your arse too as that turns me on." You whisper.

Four fingers seem to satisfy you and you continue to work them in and out preparing me for the real onslaught which I know will shortly follow.

Your fingers are still inside me as you climb round my leg and kneel facing me in preparation for my penetration. Slowly I feel the withdrawal of the fingers. Your thighs are pressed against my buttocks. Once the fingers are out I feel the head pressing against my poor little punished hole and you are leaning right over me. The pressure increases and I feel my self stretching to accommodate you. Just when I think I can stretch no more I feel a sharp tearing pain and the tip is inside me. My tears flow readily and I beg you to go no further. Laughing you redouble your effort and push even harder. The pain increases as I am unable to relax sufficiently to allow your easy passage inside. Undaunted by the resistance you force your way further and further into me. I have never felt any thing this large and hard in me before. Finally, you are fully buried inside me and you start the journey back out. I am starting to relax now although the pain is still strong. Sensing this you begin the rhythmic back and forth movement which I associate with all good 'lovemaking'.





Although the pain is still there I start to feel the first small sensations of pleasure. My own little clitty is slowly dribbling its juices into the front of my panties. A most pleasant feeling seeps through me. I am starting to feel like I think a real woman must at the time of her deflowering. Pain and pleasure combine to give a feeling of peace. I am starting to feel like the real thing. I try to push back towards your thrusts in an effort to take you deeper and deeper.

Sensing that I am now converted to the slut you want you smile and concentrate on your own feelings and sensations.

I am no longer crying but breathing hard from the pleasure and exertion of pushing. Your breath is also laboured and is starting to get a little irregular.

"Please don't cum too soon "I cry out.

"I'll come when I please, bitch".

I can sense from your breath that you are near the end. I hope that I will come myself soon or that you will allow me that release when you are finished.

With an intake of breath you plunge deeply into me and I feel you explode inside me as your breathing becomes ragged. The head of my own stiff little clit throbs as I come into my panties.

Seeing this you scowl at me and slap me hard across the face saying "You have come without my permission. I will punish you for that later".

Pulling out of me you climb around and grabbing my head you force yourself into me saying "Now, clean me off you bitch".

I do as I am told, licking and sucking until all the salty cum taste is finished. I am glad for all those enemas as I can't smell or taste anything unpleasant.

You leave me like this for a few minutes and return with a wine and my camera. As you are photographing me I can feel you're cum slowly dribbling out and onto the sheet.

"The maid will be impressed with that mess. But I guess the blood with it proves you were a virgin". You laugh as you slap me repeatedly on each bottom cheek in turn.

After releasing my ankles you pull my legs and lower body towards the side of the bed so that I am lying next to the mess that has dribbled out of me and then re fasten both my ankles to one corner of the foot of the bed having first removed my soiled undies. I can see that there is indeed some blood mixed in with the creamy cum that has oozed out of me.

Carefully you use my panties to wipe up the rest of my cum from my belly and then stuff the whole lot into my mouth. Fortunately, as they are very brief, they don't choke me. A leather belt pulled tight around my head and across my mouth holds them in and creates a very effective cum gag. I am well restrained and can only wriggle around a little. I wonder what you have in store for me now standing smiling down at me.

Although restrained by both ankles and wrists I can still move my head around sufficiently to see most of the room.

You pick up my male clothes which I had folded neatly next to my case and my shoes and carry them into the lounge room saying "you won't need these again for a while". My car keys and wallet are in the pockets of my jeans. My heart pounds and I feel a cold sweat overtaking me as you laugh in the other room.

Returning you slide back into your panties and zip yourself into your dress. I sense that you are about to leave as you check your appearance in the mirror. "I am leaving you now. The maid will be along soon to clean up. I hope she is not too angry with you for the mess. I am leaving the crop, gag and restraints in case she feels like punishing you. The contents of the camera I am taking as evidence that you were a willing participant in all of this in case you try to claim otherwise'.

With that said, you leave the room and I hear the outer door open and then close behind you. I am alone, restrained and gagged. I am clad only in sandals, stockings, suspender belt, bra and camisole with my little clitty uncovered for all to see. When will the maid come? Will she be cruel or kind? Will she use and abuse me? Or release me and help me get home? Questions running through my head as I lie and ponder my fate for what seems an eternity.

Click. A key turns in the lock. My heart is beating furiously. A footstep louder as someone approaches.

A tall striking woman in her mid twenties appears at the door and pauses with a look of disdain in her eyes. She is dressed in low heels, stockings, tight black short skirt and white blouse. Long blond hair is tied back and her make up is subdued.

"Well. What sort of little pervert do we have here? And look at the mess it has left for me to clean up. I guess you hope I will release you and help you get home. Well that may happen. But it will only happen with your complete cooperation. Nod if you understand".

I nod vigorously.

"Good. I will now release you. Don't try to escape as I don't think you will get far looking like that. Imagine getting arrested and thrown in a cell full of crims and drunks dressed in only those things".

After releasing my bonds she helps me from the bed and takes forces me bend over the back of one of the chairs. "This is punishment for soiling the bed".

She whips me mercilessly with the crop until my bottom is once again completely covered in red stripes. Standing me upright she removes the gag, throwing the undies into a bin. "Now get on your knees and lick up the mess you have made on the bed".

I immediately comply and soon there is only a wet patch of saliva to be seen. "Now strip the bed and remake it with the fresh sheets from my trollFemdomousey. I spend the next half hour doing her bidding preparing the room for its next occupants.

When she is satisfied she inspects the contents of my case. A red G string is selected to replace the now discarded white one.

"Put on your restraint and these panties fix you make up and wait for my return. The room account has been paid and I will take you out of the building by the staff entrance. We will then go to my place so that I may toy with you some more. Although your type doesn't interest me sexually I will enjoy punishing you and having you wait upon me. I do have some friends, of course, who would love to come and play with you in a much more intimate fashion. I am taking your skirt with me as I don't think you will get far without it".

That said she leaves the room and I refit my restraint, slip into the clean panties and sit down to repair my make up. Having packed every thing back into my case I sit and wait for the return of my new tormentor once again pondering my fate.

After a half hour, wait the door opens and the maid returns, no longer dressed as a maid but in some very sexy street wear. She is braless and her nipples are visible through the light material of her little T shirt which is quite short and leaves her midriff bare above a very tight and short mini skirt. Both skirt and T are a pale pink. Her legs are clad in skin tone tights as stockings would not be covered by such a short dress. Pink stiletto sandals with 5 inch heels accentuate the length of her legs. Hair that had been tied back for work is now free to flow around her shoulders. Silver earrings and necklace complete the look. I am short of breath and my clit is stirring at the sight of such beauty.

She throws me my skirt which I slip on and adjust so that my stocking tops are covered. She indicates that I should turn about for her to inspect me which I do.

"Oh good those red panties show through the skirt as I hoped they would. Makes you look extra sluttish. Hope we get some interest in you on the walk to the car. You will do your best to wriggle that arse as you walk won't you".

"Yes. I mumble".

She slaps me on the bottom saying "Yes mistress is the answer I must hear or there will be much pain inflicted".

"Yes mistress". Eyes now downcast I say.

Picking up my case I follow her through the door and down the hall to the service stairs. I do my best to walk with that womanly swing to my hips. My companion has no such trouble as her shapely bottom easily rolls from side to side in a most provocative way.

Upon reaching the ground floor we proceed out of the stair well and down an uncarpeted hallway to the staff exit. A security guard looks up at the sound of our heels tapping rhythmically as we walk towards him.

"Hi Leslie who is the new girl?" he asks.

"None of your business, she's mine so leave her alone" my mistress hisses.

He opens the door for us and slaps my bottom really hard as I pass.

"If your tongue ever wears out licking her slit, and you want a real man inside you come back and see me". He leers at me.

I smile at him and follow my mistress down the dimly lit street towards the staff car park. A few youths whistle and make obscene propositions to us as we tap down the street. Finally we reach the car, a convertible Mustang. Climbing into the driver's seat she unlocks my door and I climb in throwing my case onto the back seat. The seats are low and our legs stretch out in front of us. Our skirts ride up our legs exposing, in my case, the tops of my stockings and a glimpse of thigh. I try to pull the skirt down in an attempt to retain some dignity.

"Don't do that, you slut, I want you on display for all to see. In fact I am lowering the top and taking you for a cruise in the gutter lane so as many people as possible can perve on you. I may even force you to blow a few men in the back seat to see if you have any money making potential".

"Oh please mistress, don't make me do that. I might catch some horrible disease" I plead.

"Well, if you are very good, I might just let you work from home where I can check the clients rather than pick up these street bums. Is that ok with you".

"I guess so mistress" I whisper in fear.

So, we go cruising along the nightclub strip slowly in the gutter lane. The striking look of the car and its driver attract glances from any male who sees us. Although my looks are not to the standard of leslies the sight of my lace top stockings, exposed thighs and hint of red G string visible through the thin and now stretched material of my skirt are enough to get me some favourable, if lewd comments from the men on the pavement.

Eventually Leslie drives out of the city and we head towards the suburbs and her house.





It is much further to her house than I suspected. We travel through remote suburbs and into an area with large houses set in spacious grounds.

"It must be a long drive to work each day at the hotel mistress" I comment.

"I don't work there you stupid slut. I am part owner with your cruel friend in the leather outfit. Remind me to punish you for presuming I was some sort of menial servant".

"Yes mistress".

We arrive at a property surrounded by a high wall and pull into a drive way with a gate.

It is opened by remote control and having passed through we approach the large house travelling a long drive way. Round the back we enter an underground parking area large enough for eight cars. My car is parked in the corner.

"Don't get encouraged at the sight of your car. You won't be driving it for a very long time if ever." She smiles.

We alight from the car and I follow her to a stairwell carrying my case. Up the stairs she stops and directs me into a small bedroom. There is a bed, robe, dressing table and an open door through which I can see a small bathroom. I open the robe and find a selection of outfits hanging. Maids, school girls and nurses uniforms are joined by a selection of more conventional dresses ranging from classy to tarty. There are drawers full of a range of under clothes, all of it sexy and skimpy. Bras, suspenders, panties, slips, camisoles, stockings pantyhose and corsets fill the drawers. Many pairs of different styles and colours of shoes are lined up below the hanging outfits. They all have very high spike heels.

"There is some compensation to your position to make up for the pain and suffering you will endure here" she laughs.

"Yes mistress" I whisper breathlessly. My heart is pounding with excitement at the prospect of dressing in these lovely clothes.

The mistress beckons and I follow her past a kitchen, a dining room and into a sumptuous living room. A beautiful young girl dressed in a pale blue baby doll night dress matching panties and high heeled sandals rises and rushes to meet the mistress. I assume at first that this is a daughter but the passionate greeting kiss soon dismisses that idea as does the sight of my mistresses' hand caressing the girls' bottom through the thin material of the panties. The kiss over the two of them turn toward me, arm in arm.

The girl is about 5 foot 4 in tall with long blonde hair. She has quite small breasts and nipples clearly visible through the night dress as is her hairless vulva. My clit strains against its restraint in response to her beauty. I dare not speculate upon her age.

"What is this that you have dragged home?" the girl asks.

"This is our new maid darling. She will wash our clothes and make our beds and do whatever else we wish" says my mistress.

"Can I punish it if it's naughty? "She says in a little girl voice.

"Of course you can, now go and fix your make up while I instruct the maid".

After she leaves the Mistress tells me to kneel in front of her to receive my orders.

"That was Sandra. She is mine. You will call her 'young mistress' and will do just as she says. If she wants her clit licked you will do it. If she wants to piss on you, let her.

If she asks for your clit inside her politely decline as if I find out that you have done that I will cut it off and feed it to you. Apart from that one thing that is forbidden you are her slave. Understood?"

"Yes mistress" I whimper.

Sandra returns carrying a riding crop and grinning wickedly.

Grabbing my hands the mistress pulls me to my feet and leads me behind a wooden chair.



Quickly the two of them bind me to the chair so that I am bent forward over its back with wrists and ankles secured to the arms and legs. My skirt has ridden up exposing my already striped and reddened bottom. I feel a cold sensation on one cheek as something is rubbed on my skin followed by the prick of a syringe puncturing my skin. I feel a cold liquid entering the muscle. It hurts.

"Just your first hormone injection slut. We will soon shape you like a real woman with these" says my mistress.

"Sandra will now whip you as punishment for suggesting that I was a maid at the Hotel. I will not gag you as we will enjoy your screams and there is no one to come to your aid out here.

The crop whistles through the air and I scream as it hits my bottom. The girl strikes again and again working her way down from the top of each cheek in turn to the exposed and previously untouched bare skin of my thighs. Finally, she lands one across both buttocks, which catches the tip of my clit as it nestles between my cheeks in its restraint. I nearly pass out. Fortunately the older woman realises what has happened and calls a halt to the whipping.

"Careful: my dear we don't want to damage that as some of our friends prefer their toys to be intact".

They release me and force me to sit on the hard seat revelling in my obvious discomfort.

"It is late and time for us all to retire" my mistress says." Tomorrow you will start work at 7am. Be dressed in your chambermaids' uniform when the cook releases you from your room. You will be perfectly groomed with wig make up and jewellery. You will wear your clit restraint at all times except when showering or on the toilet. The cook will give you your duties for the morning until we are ready to take over with your training. Don't stay awake to long trying on your clothes, as you will have a very busy and long day tomorrow. Above all do not play with your clit and make yourself cum. I will know and will punish you severely if you do."

I am led to my room and locked in. Apart from cum, I haven't eaten for some hours and am quite hungry. I hope they feed me at breakfast.

I take off all my clothes and leaving them in a pile in the corner shower myself. Once dry ,I try on the chambermaids uniform discovering that I will need help to lace the corset in the morning and then try to sleep with my bottom burning, my clit throbbing and my tummy rumbling.

Arising early and feeling very hungry I check myself for body or facial hair. Finding none I shower and prepare my make up. The pain in my bottom and clit has fortunately subsided so that I can sit at my dressing table and prepare for the day. Once satisfied that my face is suitably feminised I select the lingerie to match the maid's uniform .The uniform consists of a burgundy corset with a white translucent short skirt attached to the bottom of it and a high neck blouse in the same material above it. There are strong laces to close the corset at the back and buttons up the back of the blouse. I will need help with both of these.

I chose a pair of seamed white stockings which I slide over my legs. I fasten my white leather suspender belt from the previous day around my waist. It is the only one with a fastener for the restraint. I attach the stockings and restraint and then slide into a pair of white lace panties. The bra I choose is skin coloured and like all the others in the drawer is perfectly padded so that it pushes what little breasts I have upwards so creating the illusion of a cleavage. I find a beautiful pair of white pumps with five-inch heels which I slip into and parade around in to get used to them. Silver earrings, necklace and my blond wig complete the preparation. As it is nearly time to be released I step into the uniform and admire my image in the long mirror while I wait.

The skirt is full and flows around my hips as I sway in front of the mirror. My panties, suspender and stocking tops are just visible through the thin material. The blouse attached to the top of the corset is high necked with long sleeves. My bra is visible through it but as it is skin coloured looks a little like bare breasts. I am quite happy with the result and look forward to the arrival of some one to lace me up.

A key turns in the lock and the door opens revealing a tall woman in a white cotton uniform style dress, white stockings, flat lace up shoes and a blue checked apron. In a deep voice she announces that she is the cooks' assistant and is here to lace me up.

Leading me by the wrists she takes me to a bare wall in the bedroom and forces me into the traditional frisk position with hands against the wall above my head height and legs spread. Taking the end of the lace she threads it through the holes of the corset.

"Breathe in deep you bitch and I will give some shape to your body".

With that I feel the lace pulling the corset back together. I breath in and find my tummy being pulled in as the lace is pulled tighter and tighter. There is some discomfort but no pain as I feel my insides squeezed upwards against my diaphragm reducing the space available in my chest. Once the lacing is finished I find that I am restricted to short breaths. I hope I can get used to this feeling. Once the buttons on the back of the blouse are done up I am allowed to walk to the mirror to inspect my new look. I am surprised at how shapely I look. The assistant is standing close next to me and I feel a hand on my bottom fondling me cheeks and running a finger over the head of my clit which immediately responds with a dribble of pre cum.

"You like that don't you slut? The cook doesn't want you just yet and told me to enjoy you while we wait".

I try to move away but find my arm in a vice like grip.

"I am much stronger than you and will hurt you unless you submit to my will" she hisses.

Forcing me to follow she leads me across the room until she is backed up to the stool at the dressing table. By pressing on my shoulders she forces me to my knees in front of her. After removing her apron she unfastens the buttons on the front of her dress and sits down. As I had suspected there is the telltale bulge of an excited clit straining at the front of the French- knickers she is wearing. The panties are loose fitting so she has no trouble in pulling them aside allowing her clit to be exposed through the leg hole. I am relieved to see that it is not huge. It looks to be a comfortable mouthful.






"Well girl, don't hesitate. You know what is expected. Get on with it".

I lean forward until my lips touch its head and run my tongue all over it savouring the pre cum coating it. Slowly I move forward wrapping my lips around it and sliding down its length until the tip enters my throat and I have its full length inside me. I slide back along its length very proud of my new found ability to take the length into my throat. Back and forth I move my head and sucking as hard as I can all the while. Soon I hear an intake of breath and feel a spasm through the length of the clit. I position my mouth so that the cum will land squarely on my tongue. Large globs of yummy cum overflow my tongue and flood my mouth forcing me to swallow in order not to spill any. I continue to suck until the last drop is extracted and the pull back to release the deliverer of my feast to the open air.

"About time you finished little girl. Now it is my turn to feed you some breakfast" a deep voice growls from the doorway. Spinning my head around I see a huge bear of a man standing in the doorway smiling wickedly. He is dressed in white pants with a chef's tunic above them.

The assistant hurries out of the way and is replaced by the chef standing before me as he unzips his fly and slides his pants and under shorts down his legs

.

"Oh my god" is all I could say as before my eyes was the biggest cock I had ever even imagined. In its semi flaccid state it was two inches thick and ten inches long. How was I ever going to suck this monster? He sat down and gripping it in his let hand, lifted it up and presented it to me while pulling my head forward with his right.

I opened my mouth wide and just managed to get the still soft head between my lips. Feeling me hesitate he forced my head slowly forward so my lips slid down the shaft. It reached the top of my throat and could go no further. Over half its length was still outside my mouth. The pressure was released from my head and I was able to slide back off it until only the head was still in me. My head was once again forced forward until I could take no more. The monster was starting to harden as I once again pulled back. I could feel my lips stretching tighter and tighter. In the background I could hear the assistant giggling.

I was pushed down onto it again and it grew again as I pulled back. I felt that the corners of my mouth were splitting. My mouth was completely filled with it and I could not suck as my cheek muscles were stretched to maximum. I hoped that he would soon cum as I didn't think I could take much more. After a couple more strokes it seemed to have stopped growing but not before I tasted the salty taste of blood in my mouth when one corner of my mouth split open. Back and forth I was forced to go for what seemed an eternity until finally he held still with just the tip in my mouth and I felt it spasm on my tongue and then flood my mouth with his seed. I couldn't swallow fast enough to contain the huge quantity and some slipped past my lips and oozed down his shaft. Once drained he pulled out and said "Lick the last of it off me you clumsy girl".

I ran my tongue along its full length until it was clean and then sucked the last drops from the tip.

He stood, pulling up his pants as he did so, saying "Fix up your make up and join us in the kitchen in five minutes".

I was left alone to dab the blood from my mouth and re apply my lipstick. This done, I left the room and headed to the kitchen I found that due to the height of my heels, I could only take short steps. I felt quite weak both from a lack of food and from the tightness of the corset.

"I guess you would like some breakfast?" the cook asked as I entered.