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I originally wrote this story several years ago. Although it has been published on a few BBS's/web sites, I feel it belongs on the Ultimate Story Resource, FictionMania Cyndi's Gown (Cgown) By SissyM (Cissy Michaels)([email protected])(A Dietrech) 30 Dec 1994 Recently I had to attend a trade show in New York. Several weeks before I attended, I started corresponding with a Lady who lived in Manhattan with her roommate. Jennifer was a professional person, worked on Wall Street and her roommate, Holly, worked in advertising. Both girls had recently been through a messy divorce and were beginning to circulate again. They both had an interest, possibly because of their chauvinist ex-husbands, to meet and totally control a submissive male. We corresponded daily for several weeks with the result being that I had agreed to submit to their every wish and command. Jennifer had a fondness for lace and satin and told me that she was going to take me shopping for a gown. She also told me that before I would be allowed to meet them, I was to visit a lingerie boutique on the eastside and purchase a pink satin corset. Jennifer became even more specific! I was to walk into the boutique with my high heels and stockings in a shopping bag and announced, "My name is Sissy Candy, and I would like to be fitted for a pretty pink satin corset." This of course was very humiliating, but I figured, "what the Hell, no one knows me here and Jennifer and Holly are worth the embarrassment." The trade started on Tuesday, and at my hotel on Monday, around noon. I checked into my hotel, and as instructed by Jennifer, unpacked my high heels and a pair of sheer black stockings and put them in a small shopping bag. I then caught a taxi to the address that Jennifer and Holly had given me, on the upper eastside. By this time I was a nervous wreck, but I walked into the store with my little shopping bag. The store was quite elegant, with many items of lingerie - bras, teddies, corsets etc. on display. There were also some unconventional outfits such as leather, and patent leather dresses and boots and a one wall with what appeared to be bondage type equipment. There were three ladies working in the store, two were in their mid twenties, and gorgeous while the other lady, who was apparently the owner, was in her mid 30's, and stunning. She came up to me and said, "May I help you sir?" I stammered and stuttered a bit, saying that I was just looking for a present for my wife. She smile and said again, "are you sure I can't help you sir?" with a sardonic smile on her face. At this point, I figured that she was expecting me, and I blurted out, "My name is Sissy Candy, and I would like to be fitted for a pretty pink satin corset." "Ah, so you are Jennifer's and Holly's little sissy boy," she exclaimed with a giggle. The other girls in the shop looked up at me and also giggled. With that, the owner of the shop introduced herself to me. "I am Carolyn, and these are my two assistants, Robin and Cyndi." "Please follow me, Sissy Candy." She and her assistants burst into laughter when she said 'Sissy Candy'. Carolyn then led me into a back room. She instructed me to remove my clothes and put on my high heels and stockings. Carolyn was quite amused, seeing me with my body shaved and smooth. She then handed me a pair of panties that were pink satin, trimmed in white lace, and told me to put them on. Carolyn then took out her measuring tape and measured my chest, waist and hips. When she had finished measuring, she called out to Robin to bring in two pink bustiers by Darling and told Cyndi to bring in two bustiers of the same color by Lady Marlene. In a few minutes, the two girls came in with the bustiers and they also burst into laughter seeing me there in high heels stockings and panties. Carolyn then instructed Cyndi to put one of the Lady Marlene bustiers on me. The first one was white satin, with pink lace trim and had a zipper on the front. Cyndi wrapped the bustier around me, zipped up the front and then attached the garters to the stockings. Cyndi stepped back and Carolyn had me walk around and model the bustier... they were quite amused at this! The three ladies discussed my appearance in this bustier, and decided that it did not pull my waist in enough. Carolyn then told Robin to get a satin corset in pink. Robin returned with a Victorian style corset in was pink satin, very heavily boned and trimmed in black lace. Robin put this corset around me, fastened the front then had me turn around and hang on to the back of a chair. Both Robin and Cyndi worked hard on lacing up the back... pulling it tighter and tighter so that I had difficulty in breathing. Carolyn then told me to stand up straight, and as I did, I felt light-headed from the pressure of the corset. Carolyn then measured my waist and exclaimed that the corset had reduced my waist by 4 inches! She then had me walk around in this corset, and all three of them exclaimed that it was 'perfect'. Carolyn then told Cyndi to go and get a matching bra. Cyndi returned with a black satin bra, trimmed in lace, and a pair of black lace bikini panties that matched the color of the black lace on the corset. Cyndi helped me put on the bra, then they all stood back and watched me change from the pink to the black lace panties. All the time they were giggling and making comments about 'the sissy-boy that Jennifer and Holly had to play with'! Since I had neither makeup, nor wig on, it was quite obvious that I was, indeed, a feminized male. Robin then went back in front and returned with some pads for my bra, as well as another pair of black lace panties. She placed the pads in my bra, so that I appeared to have B size breasts. She then handed me a second pair of panties and had me change into them. These panties were of the crotchless type! I was mortified, standing there, corseted, with a bra, and my maleness exposed and surrounded by black lace, while the three women made me walk and model my new outfit. Carolyn then said, "How about the finishing touch, Cyndi?" Cyndi laughed, went back out front and returned with a pink ribbon, the same color as the corset. She walked up to me and tied the ribbon around my manhood in a pretty little bow. This really sent all three girls into hysterics, as they again had me prance around for their amusement. Carolyn then had me stand against the wall and pose with one foot in front of the other, while Cyndi and Robin stood on either side of me, each of them putting their arms around my back, while Carolyn took several Polaroid pictures of her latest customer. Carolyn then told me, that she would like me to return, fully dressed as a female, on Thursday morning, before I returned home. She indicated that she was beginning to do so mail-order business for cross-dressers and would like me to model some of the other lingerie, clothing and 'toys' for her catalog that she was preparing to mail out to these customers. I protested, but Carolyn reminded me that she had some nice Polaroid's of me, as a male, dressed in lingerie, which she would be delighted to return to me, after I had helped her with her 'little request'. Carolyn then told me to put on my slacks, shirt and street shoes over my lingerie. I put my high heels and my male underwear in my shopping bag and stepped out to the front of the store. "I will see you on Thursday, is that correct, Sissy Candy?" demanded Carolyn. I thought to myself, I am not coming back, who cares about the photos, no one will know me here in New York, and she had no idea of where I am from. "Yes, no problem, I will be here Carolyn," I replied, lying through my teeth. "That is wonderful, sissy boy", she replied, 'the photographer will be here and all set up, we will only need you for two or three hours! Don't be concerned about paying for the lingerie you are wearing, you can consider that as payment for your 'modeling services'." "Oh yes, one more thing, Sissy Candy", she leered, "here is your wallet, you dropped, while Cyndi and Robin were lacing your corset, and I notice you have quite a few credit cards. I think I will keep your Visa card, and you can retrieve it on Thursday!" "Damn!" I thought, "This woman plays hardball." I could only smile weakly as I agreed to return on Thursday. "Remember, sissy-boy, I want you dressed very sexily and made-up very exotically," she giggled... as did Cyndi and Robin, "you may have to model some of our more erotic items!" Carolyn then gave me a little kiss on the cheek, as did Cyndi and Robin. "Candy, return to your hotel room now, I will call Jennifer and Holly and tell them that you have been fitted to their specifications, and are waiting for them." As I rode back to my hotel, I kept thinking to myself, 'I enjoy a bit of humiliation and being made to serve an assertive woman, but have I gone to far this time?" As the taxi took me back to my hotel, I was becoming more and more apprehensive. However, because of Carolyn's sequestering of my credit card, I had lost complete control of the situation and had no choice, other than to do exactly what I was had been told to do! The corset was extremely tight, making me feel very subjugated, allowing me to only sit absolutely upright. It was, as though, I was in perpetual bondage! As the taxi pulled up in front of my hotel, I paid the driver and went up to my suite. As I entered, I removed my shirt, reached behind and loosened the laces of my corset allowing me to breathe more normally. I sat down, poured myself a glass of wine, and attempted to relax for a few minutes, and wondering what was going to happen next. I knew, from my previous correspondence with Jennifer and Holly that I was going to be their 'Barbie Doll' for the day, and that thought was extremely erotic to me. However, the anticipation of their taking me out in public for part of the role-playing, continued to cause apprehension in my mind. I continued to berate myself for being so stupid as to allow Carolyn to grab my credit card. I did not really feel as though she would use the card in a dishonest way, as I could very easily call and cancel it. However, she knew who I really was! I had lost my anonymity and she was totally in control. Since she was friendly with Jennifer and Holly, they too, knew my real identity, and consequently, exercised that control, as well! As I considered my options, and determining there were none, the phone rang. I answered the phone, my voice breaking in nervousness. "Sissy Candy, this is Mistress Jennifer", are you ready to amuse me and Mistress Holly?" the voice said. "Yes, Mistress," I replied, "I am ready to please and amuse you!" Jennifer responded with a throaty laugh, "Good, sissy boy, we are calling from the lobby... We will both be up in about 2 minutes. Remove your ugly male clothes, and be ready to answer the door in your new lingerie and, of course, your high heels." Before I could answer her, she hung up the phone. I removed my slacks, socks and shoes and slipped into my high heels. As I looked in the mirror, I saw a normal, reasonably attractive man, but this man had on a pink wasp-waisted corset, satin and lace bra and crotchless panties, 4" high heels and a pink bow around his penis! I looked absolutely ridiculous... totally sissified! But, I had little time to analyze my appearance, as I heard a knock on the door. I walked over to the door, the high heels causing me to wiggle my hips in a very feminine walk. As I opened the door, I stood behind it, so no passers-by could see me, but still allowing my 'guests' to enter. "No, no, sissy- boy", I heard Jennifer's voice say, "This is no way to greet your guests. Come out from behind the door and greet us!" I was a nervous wreck, what if one of the other hotel guests saw me... "I said NOW, Sissy Candy, unless you would like us to take you for a ride on the elevator, dressed as you are!" I sheepishly came out from behind the door and there they stood in front of me, just outside the door, both of them had amused smiles on their faces. I was in shock. Both Jennifer and Holly were absolutely stunning! Jennifer was about 5'8', with jet-black hair and vivid green eyes, her figure was incredible. She was wearing, what was obviously, a very expensive business suit with 4" heels. Holly was about 5'4, with auburn hair and blue eyes, and she too had an incredible figure. Holly was also dressed in very expensive clothes, a glove leather skirt, white lacy blouse and matching leather blazer. They both eyed me from head to toe, and simultaneously burst in laughter as they noticed the pink bow around my penis, visible through my crotchless panties. "Oh Carolyn has outdone herself this time!" exclaimed Holly. Jennifer, unable to stop laughing, shook her head in agreement. I felt very uncomfortable standing there with the door wide open, but the two ladies then decided to enter, and I closed the door with a sigh of relief. They both sat down, and continued their amused assessment of me. "Oh you really are a sissy," exclaimed Jennifer, "I never thought you would actually go through with this, but I knew if we could get you into Carolyn's, the rest would be easy!" They then had me walk back and forth, modeling my new lingerie. As I did this, Holly suddenly exclaimed, "The little sissy has loosened his corset! Let's take care of that, right now, Jenny!" Both girls stood up, and ordered me to get on my hands and knees. As I obeyed, Holly walked behind me, put one knee in the small of my back and started re-tightening the laces of my corset, while Jennifer stood in front of me, leaning on my shoulders, so I could not move. Again, I felt lightheaded as the corset constricted my breathing, and my waist was nipped. Satisfied, the girls had me stand again, and walk back and forth for them. The constriction or the corset, coupled with my high heels, made me sway my hips even more in a feminine 'swish'. Holly exclaimed, "Oh that is so much better, you are just so cute!" I blushed in shame, as they both giggled. "Time is running out, and we have an appointment", said Jennifer, "Put your slacks, shirt and male shoes on, sissy, we're going fit you for your first gown." As I dressed, Jennifer and Holly walked into the bedroom closet and inspected my feminine wardrobe, talking and giggling. They then took my high heels and put them into a small shopping bag. "Let's go sissy," smirked Jennifer, "and be more careful with your wallet this time," she giggled. Totally embarrassed, I followed them as we left my suite and took the elevator down to the lobby and hailed a taxi. Holly gave the driver instructions, and we all sat back, with me between them. As we drove, Holly and Jennifer whispered little comments in my ear, "I love your little pink bow, sissy." Holly whispered... Jennifer continued, "Oh I can't wait to see you in your little French maid uniform." Both girls giggled as the taxi driver looked in his mirror with an amused expression on his face. Finally the taxi drew to a halt in front of a group of stores. Jennifer paid the driver and we all got out. "Our appointment is for another 30 minutes," said Holly, "shall we do a little window shopping, Jenny?" Jennifer replied, "Great idea Holly!" We walked into the closest store, which was a large department store. As we browsed around, we came to the formal department. "Oh I can't wait to get sissy into a gown," exclaimed Jennifer. Holly then took one of the gowns off the rack and held it up examining it. She then walked over to me and held it against me, then ordered me to hold up while they both stood back and appraised the gown, as I held it against me. Several other customers watched in shocked amazement, as the girls giggled over my discomfort. Holly and Jennifer selected a few more gowns and made me hold them up, while they appraised them. Finally a sales lady came up and asked if she could be of assistance. Jennifer and Holly both said, thank you, but not right now... these gowns are a bit too sophisticated for our sissy friend... we need something a bit more frilly. The sales lady was a bit shocked, and with that we all turned and exited the store...my face a vivid red in embarrassment. We walked about a block and finally entered a bridal store. A very attractive lady, in her 40's greeted the ladies and looked at me with an appraising eye, sizing me up as she chatted with Jennifer and Holly. Jennifer then turned to me and said, "Sissy Candy, this is Mrs. Walston. She and her staff are going to fit you for a lovely evening gown." Mrs. Walston held out her hand with an amused expression on her face. "I am so delighted to meet you, Candy, please follow me." She then led me to a back dressing room that was mirrored on all four walls. Jennifer and Holly followed, and sat down as Mrs. Walston prepared to do her work. Mrs. Walston told me to remove my clothes, and her eyes raised, and she smiled, when she saw the crotchless panties and the bow. "My, ladies, you certainly have trained him well!" she exclaimed. "Oh no, Mrs. Walston, by the time we are done, it will be HER, not HIM," giggled Jennifer. Mrs. Walston then called one of her assistants. A younger girl, in her early 20's walked into the dressing room. Her eyes registered shock, when she saw me standing there in my lingerie and heels. "Bonnie," said Mrs. Walston, "I would like you to meet 'Candy'. We are going to fit 'her' for a pretty prom gown. Would you please, go out and select four gowns, size 16, and I would like each gown you select to have a very full skirt. Bonnie also, please bring in a long very full petticoat." Bonnie grinned, as she looked at me, and went to select the gowns. She returned a few minutes later, her arms laden with several gowns and the petticoat. Mrs. Walston then instructed Bonnie to help me in putting on the long, very full, taffeta petticoat. As Jennifer and Holly watched, Mrs. Walston and Bonnie dressed me in several gowns. I had to model each one for Jennifer and Holly. They continued shaking their heads, no to each one I tried on. Finally, Bonnie returned with a gown that was red taffeta with a very full long skirt, reaching to the floor. It was trimmed in white lace around the top of the bodice, a flounce of white lace around the hips and waist, and the bottom six inches of the skirt. As Bonnie zipped the back of the gown, both Jennifer and Holly exclaimed, "That's the one!" They had me walk back and forth in the gown, which was very full with the petticoat underneath, and again they both agreed that this was the perfect gown for Candy. "We can make her look just like Scarlet O'Hara," giggled Holly. Mrs. Walston and Bonnie both grinned. Mrs. Walston then proceeded to mark the hem and make a few marks for some minor alterations. "When will 'she' be needing this, ladies," asked Mrs. Walston. Jennifer replied, "Is it possible that we could pick this up this evening, just before you close?" Mrs. Walston then took another look at the alterations required, and replied, "Certainly, just a little shortening, and a bit taken in at the waist, that should only take us an hour or so". Bonnie then unzipped the gown, helped me out of the gown and removing the petticoat. "We will be back at 7:30, just before you close, Mrs. Walston," replied Jennifer. With that, I was allowed to put my slacks, men's shoes and shirt back on. We walked to the front of the store, where I was required to pay for the gown and petticoat. Mrs. Walston thanked me and said, "We shall see you THREE girls around 7:30." Everyone, except me, giggled at Mrs. Walston's comment. It was about 4:30 when we left Mrs. Walston's shop and headed back to the hotel. Both Jennifer and Holly chatted about their new 'Barbie Doll' during the taxi ride, as though I wasn't even there! We arrived at the hotel, went back upstairs to my suite and the two girls sat down and kicked off their shoes. They both had me remove my male clothes again and helped me remove my corset. Jennifer told me to go draw a bath for myself and make sure that my legs were smooth and soft, as they wanted Candy to look very sexy tonight when they took her to dinner. I started the bath running and went out to the living room of my suite. Jennifer and Holly had kicked their shoes off, had their feet up and were relaxing. They had me remove all of my clothing, including my lingerie. Jennifer then stood up, grabbed her purse and told me to follow her. She walked into the bathroom, tested the bath water, and then turned off the spigots. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a can of Nair, which she proceeded to rub all over my legs. She ordered me to shave my face extra close, as she watched. Jennifer then ordered me into the bathtub. Jennifer left me alone for about 15 minutes, as the hot bath relaxed me. Finally she shouted in for me to rinse off, get out of the tub, dry myself and come out to the living room. As I walked into the living room, I noticed that all of the clothing I carried with me was laid out on the sofa. Holly was examining my makeup kit, while Jennifer ordered me to sit down. Holly then got up and started to make me up. First she put a foundation of Derma-Blend, to hide any tinges of my beard. Then she put a normal foundation over the Derma-Blend, then started shading my face, first with a darker color so that my male features were diminished, then using lighter colors to accentuate my cheekbones. She then applied heavy eyeliner to both the bottom and top of my eyes, and then blended in several shades of blue eyeshadow. After an application of mascara to my lashes, and a blush on my cheeks, she applied a very bright red lipstick to my lips. Finally she took my wig and placed it on my head and teased it until she got the effect she wanted. As Holly stepped back to examine me, a big smile broke out on her face. Evidently, she was pleased with her work, but I had no mirror in front of me to appraise her handiwork. Holly told me to stand, and Jennifer placed the corset back around my waist and fastened it in place. I was then ordered back on all fours again, as both girls proceeded to lace me tightly again! I experienced the same lightheadedness that I had experienced earlier that day, as I stood up. This time the girls allowed me to wear the normal black lace bikinis, without the humiliation of having to go crotchless with the pink ribbon. They then smoothed a pair of sheer black stockings onto my legs, and fastened the garters from the corset. Jennifer sorted through my wardrobe and selected a black taffeta flared mini skirt, and a black satin blouse. As I put the skirt and blouse on, Holly handed me a bright red patent belt. Long dangly earrings and beads, the same color as the belt, competed the ensemble. I sat down while Holly painted my fingernails the same bright red, then Jennifer handed me 5" black patent high heels. I stood up, feeling very feminine, but still very embarrassed as the two girls again smile big smiles. "Go take a look in the mirror, Sissy", said Jennifer. I walked into the bedroom, took a look at myself in the full-length mirror and saw a very 'hot' looking woman, staring back at me! I had dressed many times before, and I was fairly accomplished at make- up, but I had never looked this good! Holly really knew her stuff! However, I did look a bit slutty... especially with the 5" 'fuck me' pumps! Holly and Jennifer then slipped their shoes back on grabbed their pocketbooks and handed me mine. "Well, Candy, I think we three girls should go out and have some dinner," said Jennifer, "Let's go." We exited the hotel, and Jennifer flagged down a taxi and gave him the address of Mrs.. Walton bridal salon. We entered the salon and Mrs.. Walton approached us. "Oh doesn't Sissy Candy look gorgeous!" she exclaimed. "Shall we have her try her new gown on?" Jennifer replied, "I'm sorry Mrs.. Walton, but we have a dinner engagement. We'll bring her back soon for another gown, and this time she will be dressed as "sissy Candy" when she arrives. As a matter of fact, from now on she will known merely as "CISSY"! Mrs.. Walton giggled, then placed the gown in a large valet bag, gave us all a kiss on the cheek and wished us good luck. Holly again hailed a taxi and gave him directions. Shortly we arrived a building in a very prosperous area of the city. Jennifer paid the taxi driver, and we rang the bell, underneath which was a small polished brass plaque reading, "Les Club Bizzare, Members Only". The door was answered by a maitre'd in a tuxedo, who obviously knew Jennifer and Holly. He escorted us to a podium where a very striking woman was standing. "Holly, Jennifer, how nice to see you again," she exclaimed, "and who is this striking young lady?" Holly then turned to me and said, "Cissy, please lift your skirt up so Mistress Victoria can see your pretty panties." Shamefacedly, I did as she ordered. Mistress Victoria then slid my panties down to reveal the beribboned penis. "Oh my goodness, Holly," she exclaimed, "what a cute little sissy boy you have! What do we have in the valet bag?" Jennifer then unzipped the valet bag and showed Mistress Victoria my new gown. Mistress Victoria giggled and said, "I will put that in a safe place, while you THREE girls enjoy your evening at Les Club Bizzare." Mistress Victoria then summoned the maitre'd. "Thomas, please escort these ladies to a front row table, I want them to enjoy this evening." The club was arranged like a typical dinner theatre, with the tables set on tiered steps gradually descending to a stage in the center of the room, surrounded by the tiered tables. The stage was enclosed by a circular curtain. The maitre' de led us down to a table right next to the stage and seated us. I looked inquiringly at Jennifer and Holly. Jennifer, seeing the inquisitive look on my face, explained. "Cissy, the club caters to a varied clientele, but all with one thing in common - the unusual or bizzare, you might even call it 'kinky'. On any given night just about any type of person might be here, dominants, submissives, bi's or gays of either sex, or perhaps just ordinary straight people with an interest in the more esoteric. One thing all of these people have in common is that they have all been screened for discretion and financial stature to be granted membership. The floorshows start at nine o'clock and the acts vary. Although each act may not be everyone's cup-of-tea, every act is certain to cater to someone's sexual fantasy. Also, because of the rigid screening for membership, audience participation is allowed, and even encouraged!" A waitress arrive at our table and I noticed her uniform, like all the others, consisted of a very severe red satin corset, a very short flared satin skirt of the same color, with black lace trimmed apron. Underneath the skirt, frothy petticoats held it straight out so that it was obvious the waitress was wearing crotchless panties. She also had leather cuffs on her ankles, and wrists with a matching leather collar around her neck. She took our cocktail order and returned quickly, setting them in front of us. Holly then made the waitress kneel before her, under the table. I hadn't noticed before, but there were eye-rings on the chairs. Holly clipped the girl's collar to an eye ring on the seat of the chair, restraining the girl's head at Holly's crotch level. She then clipped each wrist to an eye ring on the front legs of the chair. We continued chatting, as the waitress was forced to orally please Holly! As I looked around the club, I noticed several other waitresses in the same position - one being circulated around the table of a group of businessmen, another serving a group of females and a third serving a table with six couples seated at it. Holly moaned in orgasm then she unfastened the waitress and made her kneel in front of me, where her wrists were again restrained. The girl gave me a look of amazement as Holly lifted my skirt and revealed my beribboned cock. Holly untied the ribbon, then forced the girls mouth over my cock, and clipped the girl's collar to the seat of the chair so she could not remove my cock from her mouth. The feeling was exquisite, as she was forced to suck my cock deeply down her throat. I soon reward her efforts with a huge load of sperm, As I finished my orgasm, I looked up and was shocked to see several people from nearby tables looking at me with amusement as they realized I was not a real female but a 'he' dressed as a she. My face glowed bright red in embarrassment, and I quickly looked away. Jennifer and Holly giggled at my humiliation, as they released the waitress, who also had an amused expression on her face. We continued chatting and Jennifer continued, "Cissy the floor show will start in a few minutes, there will probably be 5 or 6 different acts, with a grand finale. On Tuesday and Thursday nights, at midnight, they hold a slave auction, where members of the audience bid on the services of the slave being auctioned. The slaves are then taken to the fantasy rooms by the winning bidder or bidders. The fantasy rooms are on the second floor and each has a one-way mirror on the wall, so everyone can stroll up and down the hallways and see what each successful bidder does with his or her slave. It's very interesting and quite erotic - too bad this is Monday night, I would have liked for you to see that." Suddenly, the lights in the club began to dim. Music began and a voice came over the room. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Les Club Bizzare - we hope you enjoy tonight's entertainment." The circular curtain then lifted to reveal a scenario of a Russian Castle with a strikingly handsome man and a beautiful woman dressed in the costumes of a Russian czar and czarina. A beautiful girl dressed in a stylized peasant costume, was led in by a Cossack, who advised the Czar and czarina that she had stolen a loaf of bread. The czar ordered her stripped, and whipped. The S&M devotees in the audience cheered as the girl was restrained, whipped, and then raped by the Cossack in front of the Czar and czarina. The curtain fell and the lights came up as the first act ended. The second act consisted of a B/D scenario with a male slave submitting to two dominant, leather clad females. As they performed for the audience, the maitre'd came up and whispered into Jennifer's ear. She nodded at him, whispered something to Holly and they both looked at me with amused expressions. As the second act ended, Jennifer and Holly each took one of my hands and led out of the audience to the entrance of the club, where Mistress Victoria was waiting for them. As I looked back at the stage I noticed that act three had begun with 12 muscular male dancing for the crowd. Mistress Victoria spoke with Jennifer and Holly, and although I couldn't hear what they were saying, both girls were nodding with smiles on their faces. Jennifer then came over to me and said, "One of the actresses for the finale has taken ill, Cissy. Mistress Victoria has advised me that your new gown is a perfect costume, and we have volunteered your services." I started to protest, but both Jennifer and Holly led me down a flight of stairs to a large dressing room, beneath the stage. The various actors and actresses from the previous acts were all sitting around and talking. I noticed the girl, who had been the peasant in the first act, was now attired in a civil war era ball gown, and two of the males were attired in Union, Civil War military uniforms. Two women, who were obviously the wardrobe and make-up mistresses came over to me. They had me remove my skirt, blouse and wig, while they studied me. Laughter came from the other actors and actresses as I stood there totally humiliated. The two ladies sat me down and began applying heavy theatrical makeup, enhancing my femininity. They made me step into my long petticoat, slipped my new gown over my head, then placed a long auburn wig on me. "There, doesn't she look like Scarlet O'Hara?" exclaimed the wardrobe mistress, and everyone in the dressing room applauded. I felt totally humiliated! I could hear applause from the audience, and the 12 males who had been dancing entered the dressing room. They too, changed into union army uniforms. Two males clad in leather chaps, led another male, clad only in a leather g-string from the dressing room to perform their act. There wasn't much doubt in my mind as to what their act consisted of! I sat there, in my 'southern belle' ball gown, waiting for the other acts to continue, the males in uniform leered at me, and the females looked at me with amusement. I was introduced to the other "southern belle", Melissa. As we chatted, I wondered what was going to happen to me. At last, the stage manager signaled Melissa and I to go on stage. As we took our places, I noticed the scenery was that of a salon in a southern mansion. We were seated on a sofa, the skirts of our gown fluffed up, and we were given teacups to hold. The curtain lifted as the theme song from "Gone With the Wind" emanated over the speaker system. Suddenly, the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" began to blare and the soldiers entered. There were sixteen of them and they began to simulate their destruction of the mansion. They grabbed Melissa, tore her gown and panties off, threw her on a table and tied her, corseted, on her back, with her legs spread. The soldiers then began to take turns raping her. Three of the soldiers then grabbed me, stripped me to my corset and panties, and restrained me face down on another table. The soldiers came up to me, and began raping my mouth! The music rose in crescendo and the audience cheered wildly, as the soldiers continually used us both. Soon members of the audience were on stage, some helping the soldiers rape Melissa and others forcing their cocks into my mouth. As the audience returned to their tables, the curtain fell, to wild applause. Melissa and I were both released from our bondage. The soldiers stood behind us as Melissa and I held hands. The curtain rose again, for a curtain call. Melissa, with sperm coating her stomach, thighs and pubic area and I with cum coating my face and lips, both bowed as we held hands. The curtain fell then rose again, and Mistress Victoria walked onto the stage, walked behind me and ripped off my panties, revealing my secret to everyone. The crowd went wild! Mistress Victoria managed to quiet down the audience then made an announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming. I do have a surprise for those of you who are planning to attend night's slave auction." She continued, "Our newest star, "Cissy", will be on the block, for those bidders who want a very submissive sissy boy to use!" The audience again cheered wildly, as I stood there in total bewilderment. What was going to happen!! The next day, I attended my trade show, but I just could not keep my mind on business. Quite frankly, I had always fantasized about being a true submissive slave, but now that it had happened once, and I was going to be "auctioned off" to total strangers that coming night, I decided that I was not going to go through with such a scenario. I returned to my hotel and, as I entered my room, the telephone rang. It was Jennifer. I told her of my decision and she promptly replied, "Oh, but you are going, my dear Cissy! You see, I have friends at several banking institutions, and they have thoughtfully provided me with your home address and telephone number, after I gave them the number from your credit card that Carolyn is holding!" I knew I had been had - I had absolutely no choice, either expose myself to extremely embarrassing black mail, or comply. Jennifer continued, "Cissy, you are to bathe, and take extreme care that your entire body is smooth and hairless. Holly and I will be there in one hour. We have a busy evening ahead of us!" There was an abrupt click as she hung up the phone. I drew a hot bath and made certain that I was smooth all over, as Jennifer had demanded. As I was drying off, there gas a knock on the door. I opened the door for Holly and Jennifer. They both marched in and sat me down in a chair. Holly turned to me and said, "We don't have a lot of time to waste, Cissy, we have to be at the club early, and we have to have your make up perfect." "But why so early?" I asked, "The auction isn't until after the floor show!" Holly replied, "Oh, I guess we forgot to tell you, Cissy - Mistress Victoria requested your services tonight. Several of the waitresses have called in sick, and she is extremely short handed." I was aghast! "But I don't know how to waitress, and..." Jennifer interrupted me "Cissy, you can carry drinks on a tray as well as anyone can! Don't argue, just be quiet while we do your makeup!" I shut up, knowing that arguing was futile - I was going to do what they wanted me to do, regardless of how embarrassing it might be! The girls finished making me up, slid sheer black stockings over my legs then ordered me to stand. Holly grabbed a suitcase and opened it. In it was the same uniform that the waitresses had been wearing the previous night! I was laced into the heavily boned red satin corset. The garters were attached to my stockings, then they slid frothy petticoats up over my legs. The matching red satin skirt and black lace apron that the other waitresses had been wearing came next. As Holly slid a pair of lacy crotchless panties on me, Jennifer forced my feet into a pair of black patent high heels. They both stood back and appraised their handiwork. "Got to have you looking great, Cissy, one of the publishers of kinky films and magazines will be there tonight to photograph and videotape for their publications and films." Both girls broke into hysterics at the look on my face. "Oh, Cissy, don't look like that", replied Holly, "You're just what all of their customers want to see!" With that, they threw a coat over me and escorted me to the elevator. All three of us got quite a few lewd stares form the other passengers. The girls basked in the attention, but I was paranoid that someone would realize that I was not a real "she". As we exited the elevator, a female passenger whispered to Jennifer - just loud enough so I could hear- "I like the way you have your sissy boy trained - care to share him with my husband and I?" Jennifer responded by opening her purse and handing her a business card from Les Club Bizarre. She told the lady that the card would admit her and her husband as Jennifer's guests, and that I would be waitressing tonight, and would be auctioned off as a slave at the end of the night. She also advised the lady to ask for Cissy as their waitress. As the lady thanked her, Jennifer opened my coat so the lady could see my uniform. Her eyes widened and then a smile came over her face. "We will be there, I hope she provides good service!" Jennifer assured her that I did and that she looked forward to seeing she and her husband there. Holly flagged down a cab and we were off to the club. When we arrived at the club, Mistress Victoria couldn't thank Jennifer and Holly enough. "Let's see how Cissy looks in her uniform, girls". They took my coat off and Mistress Victoria walked around me with an appraising look. "She looks just wonderful, girls, thank you!" Mistress Victoria then went to her desk drawer, "I forgot to give you these girls", and she proceeded to put leather cuffs with snaphooks on my wrists, and ankles, followed by a matching leather collar. "There, all official", said Mistress Victoria, "Now she'll be able to provide the extra services our guests demand." In horror, I suddenly remembered the waitress who had be restrained to my chair, the previous night, and made to service me! She then turned to me and instructed me. "You will greet each guest tonight, tell them your name is Cissy and you will serve them in anyway they wish. Should you displease any guest, it will be brought to my attention and I warn you Cissy, should you prove to be uncooperative, you will spend an evening or two at one of my brothels. The clients there are not as sophisticated and considerate as the members of the club. On the other hand, if you serve well, you will find your pretty red corset stuffed with twenty-dollar bills. The choice is yours!" Mistress Victoria led me away to a lounge, where five other waitresses were all sitting and relaxing before the members started arriving. She introduced me and left me with them. The girls immediately welcomed me with enthusiasm. One girl turned to me and said, "Are we glad to see you - usually we have ten girls waitressing, we're still short four and are going to have to bust our little fannies to keep everyone happy, but one more certainly helps!" The other girls all nodded in agreement. They had me stand up to make sure my stockings were straight. As I stood, the petticoats made my skirt stand straight out revealing my crotchless panties and, of course, my maleness. They all burst into laughter. "That's why 'her' name is Cissy!" one girl exclaimed, "because that what HE is!" I was mortified as the giggles continued. Another girl exclaimed, "Oh I can't wait to see Cissy restrained to a member's chair, performing a blow job! Wonder how many dozen cocks she'll have in her mouth tonight!" The giggles subsided as Mistress Victoria entered the lounge. "All right ladies, the members are starting to arrive - I know we are a bit short handed this evening, but I do not expect the service to suffer in the least. If one of you has to perform more personal services than the others, I expect the other waitresses to make sure that the member still get prompt service on their drinks." Mistress Victoria glanced at me and said, "Cissy may be spending quite a bit of the evening on her knees, so please make sure her tables' drinks are kept fresh". The girls all laughed as I blushed and we headed to the entrance to greet the guests. There I was, 'one of the girls', dressed in a red satin corset, extremely short flared skirt and lacy apron, very high heels and stockings. Worst of all, the layers of petticoats made the skirt stand out so EVERYONE could see I was really a sissy boy! As the guest began to arrive, the first few asked the maitre Robert, for their favorite waitress. A very striking couple arrived and asked him for Wendi. "I am sorry sir, Wendi is ill this evening. Would you care to pick another waitress, or shall I assign one to you?" Just as the man was about to tell Robert to assign a waitress, his wife noticed me. She looked down at what was under my petticoats giggled and said, "we'll take 'her'!" I followed them to their table, mincing my steps because of my high heels. "Good evening madam, sir, my name is Cissy. I am your waitress for the evening and will serve you any way that you wish. May I serve you a cocktail?" The lady looked at me with amusement, then turned to her husband, "Gawd, Bill, will you look at this sissy! This is going to be a great evening!" Bill looked at me "I'll say, Sammy, this is going to be one hell of an evening! Cissy, a Tanqueray Martini for Mistress Samantha, a Chivas on the rocks for me - and be quick about it!" I curtsied, "yes madam, sir, right away!" as I minced off to their giggling. I returned quickly with their martinis. After I had served them, Mistress Samantha ran her hands under my petticoats, playing with my penis, as she chatted with Bill. Suddenly she squeezed me hard, and ordered me to kneel before her, under the table. The table, as were all the tables in the club, was glass, so the patrons could see what was going on, beneath the table. The next thing I knew, my wrists were clipped to the legs of her chair, and my collar clipped to a ring in the seat, right at the level of her pussy. She spread her legs and lifted her skirt. She had no panties on and began to ride my face with her pussy, forcing her clitoris against my lips. "Tongue me, Cissy, use your Tongue on me!" I licked and teased her clitoris with my tongue, trying hard to please her - suddenly she grabbed my head, almost crushing my face as she climaxed with a moan. "Ooohhh Cissy! Ohhhhh," she exclaimed. She reached down and gently lifted my chin, so I was looking up at her. "Cissy that was a wonderful beginning for the evening, I am sure I will need your services quite a few times tonight." She reached into her pocketbook took out a lipstick. While tilting my face up, she freshened my lipstick. "There you look pretty again, Cissy. Bill just loves hot red lips wrapped around his cock!" Mistress Samantha then unclipped me from her chair and ordered me to crawl over to her husband, who quickly clipped my wrists the legs of his chair. As I knelt there helplessly restrained, he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. Although it was not the biggest I had ever seen, it was a good six inches long and thick. Bill then reached down and squeezed my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. He thrust his hard cock into my mouth, grabbed the back of my head with one hand and clipped my collar to the chair with the other. I was helpless with a cock plugging my mouth and unable to move! Bill just sat there without moving. "I'm going to finish my drink, Cissy. You are to keep your tongue going up and down the shaft while I leave my cock in your mouth." All I could do was tongue the underside of his shaft, as he and Mistress Samantha drank their drinks and chatted. Occasionally Samantha would look down and make some comment. "Ohhh what a cute little sissy cocksucker, Bill - she looks so pretty on her knees!" I continued working on Bill's cock, when I heard the voice of the waitress who had earlier said she couldn't wait to see me restrained, giving a blowjob. "Madam, Sir, I see your waitress is busy, would you like me to freshen you drinks." Samantha and Bill said yes and thanked her. Meanwhile, Samantha, who was obviously watching me through the glass tabletop, continued to chat with Bill about my cocksucking abilities. Bill started to move back and forth, pumping my mouth, thrusting deeply into my throat. I almost gagged, but remembered Mistress Victoria's threat about working in her brothel. Suddenly hot sperm started filling my mouth, I swallowed frantically, but couldn't get it all down. Just at the moment his cum started oozing past my lips and onto my face the other waitress arrived with their drinks. "Here you are Madam, Sir", she said as she placed the drinks on the table, "Is your waitress satisfactory?" Bill looked up at her and said, "Very, satisfactory, an Excellent cocksucker." He then reached down and released my collar and cuffs. "That will be all for NOW, Cissy - thank you." I stood, curtsied to them, with cum all over my lips and face, and minced back towards the entrance. The other waitress followed behind me. "Oh you are a hot little cocksucker!" she giggled, "and that cum looks very fetching on your face! You had better go back to the lounge and quickly freshen up your make up Cissy," she taunted. As I entered the employee lounge, two of the other girls giggled at my sperm coated face. I quickly cleaned myself, freshened my makeup and reported back to Robert. As I reported back to the maitre'd, Robert, I was told to report to a party of eight, whom had just been seated. As I approached the table, my stomach dropped! Seated at the table, was my boss, his secretary, the President of my company and his secretary, along with two other couples! I turned around to go back to tell Robert of my problem. When Mistress Victoria intercepted me. "Where are you going, Cissy! You have a table to serve, get over there!" she demanded. I quickly blurted out my problem, but Mistress Victoria was not sympathetic at all. "I don't care if your mother is at the table, Cissy, get you little ass over there or you'll be working in my brothel within the hour! Besides, I am sure that they will not recognize you!" With my heart in my throat, I sashayed over to the table and curtsied. As instructed, I blurted out, "Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Cissy. I am your waitress for the evening and will serve you any way that you wish. May I serve you a cocktail?" My boss's secretary, Linda, looked at me in a funny way, as if she had discovered who I was, but they all looked at me in amusement as I stood there before them. I was a nervous wreck as I took their drink order and returned to serve them. As they all toasted each other, Linda looked at me with a gleam in her eye and beckoned me to her side. She reached behind her and undid the black ribbon that was holding her long blonde hair in a ponytail, as she shook her hair loose she lifted up my skirt and petticoats, and tied the ribbon around my penis in a big bow. The entire table went hysterical at my humiliation. The next thing I knew, Linda had me kneeling in front of my boss, and had restrained my wrists to his chair legs. She reached over and undid his fly and started slowly stroking and pumping his cock, just inches from my face. I looked up and they were all watching the action through the glass tabletop. Linda continued to slowly stroke his cock and ordered me to lick and suck on his balls. As she continued to slowly pump him, she ordered me to take each ball slowly in my mouth and gently suck on it. I could tell that he was getting extremely excited as he began to slowly grind against my face as Linda continued to masturbate him. Out of the corner of my eye, I became aware the each of the other ladies was doing the exact same thing to the males next to them- they were all being jerked off while I knelt under the table. All of a sudden, Linda reached down and unfastened my wrists. "Okay Cissy, let's see you crawl around and worship the other three guys balls. I like the way you look when you do that!" Still on my knees, under the table, I crawled past Linda to the next cock that was being pumped, and started sucking on his balls. As I was working on him, I felt something invading me from the other end! It didn't take long for me to realize that the woman sitting across from the man I was now working on, had penetrated me with her high heel! Watching the action through the glass, everyone cheered at her creativity. Using her heel like a handle, she suddenly pushed me to the next man, and withdrew her heel. As I started working on him, I felt another heel invade me. "Oh Cissy," Linda said in a very sultry voice, "I find this fascinating to watch a sissy boy get it in both ends. Hope you like the feel of my shoe!" With that she used her heel to force me over the fourth man in the group. Again another set of balls in my mouth and another heel up my ass! All of sudden, one of the other girls said, "I think we need another drink. Besides, we don't want the guys to cum yet, we have to save them for whichever slave we buy tonight!" I crawled out from under the table and stood up. "Get us another round of drinks, Cissy. Perhaps we will make use of you later." I went off to refresh their drinks, came back and served them. Linda still kept staring at me with an inquiring look in her eyes. I quickly averted her eyes, served them their drinks. I spent the next 45 minutes waiting on my two tables. As I passed Robert, I noticed that the lady whom Jennifer had given the guest card to, had arrived with her husband. She requested me for her waitress and before long; I had served them drinks and again spent time on my knees, under the table, orally servicing both her and her husband. As I arose Jennifer and Holly signaled me to serve them drinks. As I was serving them, Jennifer turned to me and said, "Make sure you take care of your tables during the floor show and I want you to check your makeup regularly! You are to report back to me right after the last act and we will help Mistress Victoria get you ready for the slave auction. We wish to get a good price for your talents and all the trouble we have gone to!" I curtsied to Jennifer and went off to continue serving my three tables. The floorshow began and the night progressed. During the show I received two more tables to wait on, in addition to the three I already had. One table consisted of three very dominant women, dressed in leather, who had me lean over their table while they changed the color of my ass to a bright pink and penetrated me with a large dildo. The other table consisted of 6 European businessmen who made me suck each of them off, while they watched the floor show. Evidently my services were satisfactory to everyone, as twenty dollar bills were being stuffed in the top of my corset and loads of cum were being deposited in my mouth. Before the last act had finished, I had received at least 8 loads of hot cum in my mouth and on my face, I felt totally abused and humiliated. Of course, the other waitresses really enjoyed seeing me subjugated and continued taunting me. "Oh Cissy, we can't wait to see what happens when you are auctioned off!" I went to the employee lounge to freshen up my makeup, and there we three very attractive young ladies, dressed in various costumes. One girl was dressed in the diaphanous costume of a harem princess, another in a mini-bridal gown, while the third was dressed as a cheerleader. I was informed that they were there for the slave auction, also. They were chatting excitedly, discussing how much money they felt they would make tonight, and how much fun they were going to have, doing it. As they were talking, Mistress Victoria introduced me to them and told them I was going to be on the auction block as well. They all thought that this was hilarious, and started telling me in detail some of things that they had undergone in previous slave auctions. I cringed, hearing the details and was become more and more apprehensive. The girls then started discussing how I should be costumed and within minutes I had been stripped naked! A white satin corset was laced around my torso, then pink lacy stockings, pink crotchless panties and a pink lacy bra. Next came layers of pink and white petticoats. The girls had me sit down and they put little black "Mary Jane" shoes on my feet. I was made to stand while a pink taffeta party dress was lowered over my head. As the girls smoothed the VERY short flared skirt over the petticoats, Mistress Victoria placed a wide satin sash around my waist and tied in back in a large bow. Next came pink ribbons for my hair, and finally a pink ribbon around my neck. As I looked in the mirror I saw a prostitute's travesty of a "little girl." By now, the other waitresses had all come in to see how I was being dressed for the auction. Their taunting became even more intense, and my embarrassment excruciating. As I stood there, tears brimming, Jennifer and Holly walked in. "Oh Cissy!" exclaimed Holly, "You are just too fetching for words. I am sure you will command a great price tonight!" All of a sudden I heard a fanfare of music, and the master of ceremony's voice announcing the auction. As I and the other three girls were being led out to the stage, for the auction, Jennifer handed me a teddy bear. "Have fun little girl", she taunted "and don't lose your teddy bear!" My face was burning in humiliation as I was led out to the stage, accompanied by my sister slaves. Mistress Victoria led the four of us, through the audience, accompanied by wild applause. As we stepped up, onto the stage, video lights suddenly came on, as well as the popping of a camera flash. I remembered that Jennifer had advised me earlier, that a producer and publisher of "kinky" films and publications was going to photograph the night activates. I thought to myself, "how much worse can this get?" - I was to soon find out. There I was, with three other slaves -one dressed as a harem girl, another as a cheerleader, the third in a mini bridal dress, and me in my frilly little girl party dress - ready to be auctioned off to the highest bidder to be used as their "toy" for the evening. Mistress Victoria introduced a tall, extremely muscular man as the slave master. As the audience quieted down, the slave master began instructing the audience on the rules of the auction. "Ladies and gentlemen," he intoned, "as you know, the successful bidder on each of the slaves tonight, will be able to use their 'purchase' for their total pleasure and amusement. The slave may not be removed from the premises, but must be used in one of the pleasure rooms. The pleasure rooms are completely equipped, and as you also know, have one wall mirrored in one-gay glass so other club members may observe how each slave is used. I must also inform you, that tonight's auction, as well as the ensuing activates are to be videotaped. If you desire to hide your identity from the video camera, you will be provided with masks to do this. I would also like to request that the successful bidders exercise the utmost creativity in the use of their slaves, to enhance the video productions. All successful bidders will receive a copy of the videotape for their personal library. Those of you who wish not to be videotaped nor photographed should not bid in tonight's auction." I started to protest that I did not want to be videotaped, and immediately a large rubber penis was thrust into my mouth and strapped in with a black leather strap. The audience applauded again and my three sister slaves giggled at my gagging. The slave master then went over to the 'harem girl' and led her to the center of the stage. Middle Eastern music came over the speaker system as the slave master began to auction her off. Within ten minutes, she was led off by a large black man to his table and made to sit at his feet as the seven or eight people at his table clapped him on the back and congratulated him. The music then changed to the "Wedding March" and the slave with the mini-bridal gown was led out to be sold. After another ten minutes of frenzied bidding, she was sold to the group of six European businessmen, that I had been forced to fellate only an hour or so ago. She was led back to their table and sat down as the auction continued. I was starting to tremble, as just two of us remained - what was going to happen to me? The music changed to "You Have to be a Football Hero" as the girl, dressed in a cheerleader uniform was place on the auction block. She was absolutely gorgeous and, as I looked at her, I thought to myself that if I were in a position to, I would bid on her! The bidding went on almost fifteen minutes, with her finally being sold to a group of five women all severely dressed in leather. She was led back to their table, to await the conclusion of the auction. Now I was alone on stage, I was next! The music changed again and "Daddy's Little Girl" came over the speaker system. The slave master led me to the center of the state and removed my penis gag. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced, "a special addition to tonight's auction - a little girl for you to play with - with an added extra." He made me twirl around and then ordered me lift my skirt and petticoats so everyone could see the added extra he was referring to. The bidding began hot and furious, with offers being shouted from all over the audience. I looked out and saw Holly and Jennifer with amused expressions on their face - as I caught Jennifer's eye, she blew me a kiss and Holly did the same. They both looked at each other, back at me, and dissolved into laughter. The bids began to grow higher and higher and the bidding started slacking off. Finally, I noticed that a bidding war had broken out between three tables. One table consisted of eight or nine women, who were obviously lesbians, the second table consisted of about a dozen gentlemen who appeared to be successful businessmen or doctors, while the third table was none other than my boss's table! Linda was screaming the bids from the table, giving dirty looks to the other tables each time her bid was exceeded. I don't know which was worse, the utter humiliation that I was undergoing, or the terrible anticipation of who was going to wind up using me as their sex toy for the night! As another bid came from the group of women, I noticed Linda had walked over to the table containing the businessmen and was whispering to one of them. As she was whispering, he nodded his head, apparently agreeing to what she was saying. She walked back to her table and yelled out a bid that was DOUBLE the PREVIOUS BID, from the group of women! They gave Linda an angry look, looked at each other, and decided not to bid again. Meanwhile, the slave master looked over at the table with the twelve gentlemen and they all smiled back, indicating that Linda's table had won the bid. Linda then walked up to stage and took me by the hand "C'mon little girl," she giggled, "Mommy and Daddy want to show you off!" I was led back to her table and seated on the lap of my boss! He started pinching and playing with my pantied bottom as Mistress Victoria came back on stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for your enthusiasm tonight. You are all invited to go upstairs and observe how the successful bidders use their slaves. Or you may remain here for dancing. Our waitresses will continue to serve you here or upstairs." Linda grabbed my hand, rising to my feet. "Play time little girl, our new friends at the other table reached a bidding compromise with us, and we are all going to play 'Barbie Doll' with you!" My heart sank, as I realized that not only was I going to be used by my boss, his secretary, the three other couples at the table, but also the twelve gentlemen at the other table. Linda whispered into my ear, "and you had better behave, snookums, we want you to look good on videotape!" As Linda led me upstairs to the pleasure rooms, not only was she followed by the people at her table, but all the gentlemen from the other table as well. I was about to be used as no other 'little girl' had been before! As Linda led me into the pleasure room, followed by the others, the door to the room was closed and bolted. I noticed that one wall was completely mirrored, and I could see myself along with others. I also realized that the mirror was one-way glass and that any of the other club members could see into the room and be entertained by my subjugation. I was immediately forced to my knees, my hands forced behind my back and handcuffed. As I knelt there, helplessly, the men removed their clothes, the four girls undressed to their garters, stockings and heels, and then they all sat in large overstuffed sofas, which surrounded me. Linda had apparently been chosen as the 'moderator' for the activities, as they began discussing how they were going to use me for their pleasure. I was mortified! There I was, dressed as a little sissy girl, locked in a room with 16 men and four beautiful women. It was quite obvious from their erections, that all of the guys were extremely excited and horny! As the four girls continued discussing the possibilities, two of 12 guys that had reached a bidding compromise with Linda and her table, walked over to me. One of them lay down in front of me, grasped the back of my head, and pulled my mouth down