A Hurricane in Mexico
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Two weekends a month I met with Mistress Monica. I had been doing so for
almost 2 years now, and I had almost saved enough money to buy my way
into her stable of slaves full time. That had been my goal from early
adolescence. I found Mistress Monica through the internet, and she had a
program that was perfect for me. She required $50,000 cash buy in plus I
was to have all my own equipment like bondage gear, crossdressing
wardrobe etc. And then I had to sign over all my earthly possessions to
her upon entering into her stable.
I had a house, car and everything that goes with that. She told me that
she planned to rent my home out furnished, sell my car and anything else
she didn't need at the time. In other words, after entering her stable, I
would be destitute. I guess that is the whole idea...nowhere to go, no
options. Another condition of admittance was the bi-weekly slave training
sessions. Each weekend set me back $500, that's $1,000 per month, and one
of the reasons that it was taking so long to accumulate the $50,000 buy
in. But it was worth it. Mistress Monica was a goddess.
For this weekend I had been I had been instructed to bring some work
clothes since I was going to be doing gardening at her ranch, as well as
a sexy nightclub type outfit. Thursday night I packed my bags so that
first thing after work on Friday, I could be on my way to Mistress
Monica's.
Friday night I spent bound with leather restraints serving Mistress
Monica any way she needed. Saturday was to be the big day, and I couldn't
wait. I awoke early and remained still inside my plastic dog kennel.
Mistress Monica had more intimidating cages in her dungeon, but since I
was docile enough after 2 years of training, she allowed me to sleep in
her room inside a portable cage.
While it was still dark outside, I estimate about 6:00am one of Mistress
Monica's female servants came in to fetch me. She opened the door to my
cage and attached a leash to my collar. I followed her on my knees out of
the room and down the hall to the changing room. Immediately I was
handcuffed and given a 2 quart enema.
While I sat holding it in, my face and head were shaved. I had been going
with the shaven look since I began meeting with Mistress Monica so it was
just a matter of cleaning up. I had shaved the rest of my body prior to
coming for the weekend. My body was now starting to cramp from the enema,
but it wasn't time for relief yet. I knew that my makeup had to be
finished first.
One of Mistress Monica's cosmetician slaves did this for me. A heavy
layer of concealing makeup, powder, blush, mascara, eyeliner and shadow
topped off with a heavy coat of dark lipstick. The cosmetics she used
were then put into a delicate handbag for me to use to freshen up during
the day as needed. Finally, after about 30 minutes I rushed to the
bathroom and relieved myself.
That taken care of I felt very clean and empty. Now I sat as wig glue was
applied to my head and a beautiful wavy long blonde wig was secured to my
head. My hair fell to the middle of my back and rested sexily over my
shoulders. I personally hated long wigs as it resulted impossible to do
anything without my hair always falling in my eyes and face. What a
nuisance.
Next the slave girl opened my dress bag and took out what I would be
wearing today. She started by gluing the d-cup breast forms in place on
my hairless chest. I loved how they felt as the pulled downward sagging
gently on my chest. A black shelf bra held them upwards and left the
always erect nipples to show themselves off underneath my dress. Next she
laced my into my tightest waist cincher. This drew my 30" waist down to
about 26" when totally cinched. It was uncomfortable, but at least I
could breath, unlike when wearing a full corset.
Black seamed stockings were then attached the the 8 garters hanging from
my waist. A small black thong was then pulled up around my hips to hide
away my smaller than average penis. Upon arrival the previous night, I
had been given an experimental drug that served as an erection inhibiter.
It always seemed to work well, and today was no exception as my penis was
totally hidden between my legs inside my tiny panties.
To cover my 'undies', I had brought a high collared red lycra dress. I
knew that my breastforms looked real as long as they were covered so that
is the look I was going for. To make the dress sexy though it was plenty
short. I knew it would cover my garters, but only if I stood perfectly
straight. Any bending or even sitting would expose naked thigh. I was
told to sit down now, and like I knew would happen, my garters were
exposed, but did I look sexy.
The slave girl removed my diamond post earrings, and put an oversize
silver hoop earring in each ear. The must have been at least 4" in
diameter and they pulled uncomfortably on my unaccustomed ears. Next the
slave girl applied a special forms to my nails and began painting on long
acrylic nails. I knew from experience that they would be very secure for
about 24 hours with the bonding agent she was using, and that by the end
of my weekend they would come off fairly easily. But in the meantime,
they were a tremendous nuisance.
Finally came the shoes I had brought. They were open toed platform red
sandals not unlike what an exotic dancer would wear. Between the heel and
the platform, I would be 6" taller bringing me to about 6'2", definitely
too tall for a woman, but not much taller than Mistress Monica who
measured about 6' in her 5" heels.
Finally ready to go I was told to go downstairs and get a bowl of oatmeal
or something. At 9:00 I was escorted to a Mustang convertible and
strapped into the passenger seat. I waited alone for a couple minutes
until Mistress Monica came out of the house dressed in black leather and
knee high boots. She was always so beautiful.
As we drove she told me we were going to Mexico for the day. Wow, this
would be fun I thought. I used to go to Mexico myself sometimes for cheap
drinks and a good blow job.
As we rode we chatted a little about the weather and such. Idle
conversation with no particular topic. As we approached the border I
remembered I didn't have my ID with me. I told Mistress Moncica and she
told me that she had put my wallet in the glove compartment. She always
thought of everything. As we passed through first the American side, and
then the Mexican side of the border, I secretly thrilled at the looks I
got from the different border guards. I knew that even though I was still
a man, and probably noticeably a man, I was still hot and drew a lot of
attention.
Once inside Mexico, Mistress Monica found a place to park and we set off
on foot. I had been out in public dressed before, but this was a
different experience. There were so many people, both Mexican and
American. We first walked through the bartering zone, the place where all
the Mexican guys tried to sell you something cheap. We of course got a
lot of attention compared to the retired old ladies. Even though I wasn't
looking to purchase anything...I didn't have any money, Mistress Monica
bought me some new jewelry, bracelets and a necklace and some mementos
for herself.
All the while we had to put up with the catcalls, and unwelcome advances
of the workers. It was annoying, but fun. We had been walking around for
a couple of hours and my feet were beginning to hurt. Plus I was just
plain hot and tired. My long hair, tight clothes and heavy makeup all
tended to add to my discomfort. Mistress Monica suggested we head back to
the car for a breather and I was all for it. We got in and took a ride
through the small town enjoying the sights that most tourists don't ever
see.
Next to a vacant lot she pulled over and told me to reach under my seat.
I did and removed a box. I opened it and inside were two old friends.
Well, not exactly friends, but we knew each other. Two butt plugs, one
medium sized, and the other considerably larger. The larger one, I could
usually only take after I had been drinking and my body was totally
relaxed. It was really a monster. Mistress Monica instructed me to
lube the medium sized plug and insert it in my 'pussy'.
As she supervised, I leaned sideways, pulled my thong panties aside, and
worked the plug into my ass. It was a nice fit. Uncomfortable, but not
unbearable. I fixed my panties, dress and put the box back where it was.
Mistress Monica started the car back up and we went back into town.
This time, we parked and went to eat. We went to a restaurant that had a
balcony, and we spent an enjoyable hour or so dining and drinking
margaritas while watching all the tourists below us bartering for
worthless nick-nacks. After paying the check Mistress Monica suggested we
walk around a little more and then head on back home.
I could barely make it down the stairs, as apparently the margaritas I
had for lunch were stronger than I had thought. We walked arm in arm once
again through the tourist area and although I was more than a little
drunk, I am sure that I felt strange hands on my backside from time to
time. At some point I noticed that we were leaving the sidewalks and
entering a bar. We found a booth in the crowded place and Mistress
Monica ordered tequila for both of us. I wasn't sure if I was going to be
able to drink anything since I was already half dizzy from lunch.
She assured me it would be okay since she was driving and so who was I
to say no. After a couple of drinks a young lady came and sat down with
us. She was obviously a prostitute judging by her clothes, shoes and
makeup. Her English was poor, but I did understand 'three party', but
Mistress Monica declined. Before our little whore left us, she placed her
hand on my crotch and squeezed my hidden cock and balls.
"My God," she knew I was a guy. I was horrified. I wanted to leave and
began to get up, but Mistress Monica made me sit down. I told her what I
suspected, and she told me that of course they knew I was a guy. She had
told them. I looked around and the whole bar was staring at us...well, at
me actually. I begged to be able to leave, but Mistress Monica said we
needed to stay a little longer. Four tequilas later, she said we could
leave. I was totally plastered. I could barely stand up, and I was only
vaguely aware of all the eyes on us. Arm in arm we left the bar. I
don't know how I possibly was walking on the platform shoes I had
brought, but somehow we made it out into the street. Mistress Monica
didn't seem very drunk, thankfully, and she guided us uneventfully back
to our car. I plopped into the seat and only barely felt the plug in my
ass as I drove it deeper inside me.
I felt like passing out right then and there, but Mistress Monica
distracted me by telling me that we were going to have to do something
about my butt plug. She started the car and we drove to the outskirts of
town. She ordered me out of the car, and I staggered out of my door. I
was leaning on the front of the car when she came around to my side and
pushed me down face first over the front of the car. I felt her
lifting my dress up to my waist and pulling down my panties. A gentle
comforting feeling rose through my lower body as she pulled on my plug
until it popped from my 'pussy' with a sucking sound. I moaned in
pleasure as my 'pussy' returned to its normal size.
Being as drunk as I was, I didn't even try to move and only seconds
later, I felt once again something pushing against my 'pussy'. I knew
what it was, but was helpless to resist. As Mistress Monica began
slowly fucking me with the large plug, I began rocking and moaning
against the car fearing the pain that would soon engulf me. It took a
couple of minutes for my body to finally open up enough to take the new
intruder and as it stretched me to the very edge of my limits, I let out
an agonizing cry.
Mistress Monica ignored my cries, wiped the excess lube from my ass
cheeks, pulled up my panties and then pulled down my dress. She helped me
stand up and facing each other, she gave me a soft kiss on the lips
for being such a wonderful slut, she said. She helped me back into the
car, and as my body fell into the seat, let out yet another cry as I
forced the plug deeper inside of myself. As I squirmed around on the
seat trying to get comfortable, Mistress Monica started the car back up
and headed back into town.
She stopped outside of a liquor store on the main tourist street, gave
me $10 and told me to run in and get a bottle of Mexican tequila. Even
though I could barely keep my eyes open, I knew better than to disobey. I
opened my door and got out of the car. I was only vaguely aware that my
dress was almost up around my waist, and I hastily pulled it down to
cover my panties and stockings. I stepped up onto the curb and with
mincing steps, made my way into the liquour store. I picked out a bottle
for $9 and paid for it.
Now, finally I could go home was all I could think about. Outside of the
store I got the shock of my life. Mistress Monica's car was not there
where she had dropped me off. My mind was having a hard time registering
what was happening. I stepped off the curb and looked up the street
towards the border crossing. Just checking through the crossing was
Mistress Monica. My god, I couldn't believe it. She had left me in
Mexico.
Not knowing what else to do, I started running toward the border. In my
drunken state combined with my high heels and tight dress, I had taken no
more than 4 or 5 steps when I crashed into a visiting couple and then
into the wall of a store before falling hard to the ground. I was crying
out in English, things like please don't leave me. I couldn't believe
this was really happening. Two Mexican men came over and helped me back
to my feet. I was only vaguely aware of the way they were groping various
parts of my body. They walked me over to their kiosk, and one of them
brought out my purse. Mistress Moncica must have left it with them for
me. Distressed, I opened it. Inside I found a note along with a large box
of condoms, my makeup items, and a couple of tampons.
I stood there on the street reading the note. 'Slut, I have had fun
today, but I had to leave early. Maybe you can get someone else to bring
you across the border. I will be back here 10:00pm. If you are not
waiting for me in the parking lot on the American side, I will leave and
not come back for you. I suggest you start looking for someone back at
the bar we were at earlier. Whoever brings you will probably want to
charge you and since I didn't leave you any money, you may have to find a
way to earn some. Be creative. I'll see you at 10:00 tonight. Mistress
Monica.'
I asked what time it was and one of the guys showed me his watch. It was
barely 2:00pm. That meant I had 7 hours to get out of Mexico. I asked the
men if they could help me find the bar 'El Gringo', and they said they
would go with me. As we walked down the sidewalk, they were on each side
of me running their hands over my ass, back and kissing at my neck and
cheeks. I was disgusted, but powerless to resist.
We walked into the bar and I started asking in English if anyone could
take me across the border. Finally I found a guy who said he would do it
for $50. I begged him to do it for free, but he refused. He told me he
would give me 20 pesos though for a blow job. I couldn't bring myself to
stoop to this, so I kept looking. 20 minutes later, I realized it was
useless, and returned to sit next to him. He took my hand and placed it
in his lap. I knew what he wanted so as he ordered me a drink, I began
running my long fingernails over his crotch area. I could feel his cock
rising to the occasion. Although it was disgusting, it was strangely
exciting to feel the power I was having over his body. I gulped down my
drink and kept caressing him as he kissed my neck and groped my large
silicone breasts.
He pushed me out of the booth, and taking my hand led me out onto the
sidewalk and next door where there was an entrance to a very seedy
looking motel. He said something to the attendant, and we walked up two
flights of stairs to the third floor. Later I would learn that Mistress
Monica had paid $100 for the use of the room for the rest of the evening
as well as paying this man I was with to later bring me across the
border.
Once inside the room, my companion wasted no time as he quickly dropped
his pants and boxers revealing a very large and excited cock. He pushed
me to the floor on my knees and knowing what was to come, I took a condom
from the box and unrolled it on his shaft. He grabbed my head, and with
me on my knees before him, he proceeded to force his cock into my virgin
mouth. I did my best to get this over with as quickly as possible, but
apparently I wasn't a very good cocksucker.
It took him about 15 minutes until he finally came hard into the condom.
His orgasm nearly knocked me over onto my back. He retired into the
bathroom, cleaned up and tossed me 20 pesos. I was almost there, I was so
happy. I got up and went into the bathroom. I was disgusted with myself
and embarrassed at what I had just done, but knew that there was no other
way. I freshened my lipstick, darkened my eyeliner, put on some more
mascara and added some more blush. Maybe if I couldn't recognize
myself through my heavy makeup, it wasn't really me doing this.
On the way out of the room, I grabbed the money and put it in my purse.
Being as drunk as I was, it was difficult making it down the narrow
stairway by myself, and the heels I was wearing were definitely making my
feet more sore than I can ever remember. Not to mention the monster butt
plug Mistress Monica had embedded in my ass before she left me. Now, I
think she did that as much to protect me as anything else, even so I
lover her so much.
I re-entered the bar and looked around for another target. I found an
American tourist drinking by himself at the bar so I went up to him from
behind and pressing my breasts into his back reached around and fondled
his chest while whispering in his ear that I would love to give him a
blowjob for 20 pesos. As he finished his drink, I let my fingers drop
down to his crotch and work their magic their. It wasn't long until we
were walking together back up to the same room. This guy came a lot
quicker, and 10 minutes later I was back in the bar looking for my final
trick.
Twenty minutes later I was back in to booth of the first man laying out
my 60 pesos. I was so proud of having earned my own money so quickly even
if it had meant prostituting myself like a cheap whore. Mistress Monica
really knew how to break a 'gal'. The man next to me started laughing as
he took his 60 pesos and explained to me that it wasn't going to be
enough. He explained that the exchange rate of the peso was 10 to 1,
which meant that I had just given him the equivalent of $6. I couldn't
believe it. How could I have been so stupid. Tears came to my eyes as
I realized what I had to do.
Getting up from the booth, I began searching for my next target. Over the
next 5 hours I sucked 25 cocks. I did it laying down, kneeling down, on
top, on bottom, I even deep-throated a two extra long cocks as well as
giving 3 hand jobs. One guy even wanted a 69 where he sucked on my flacid
useless penis while I brought him off.
By the time I walked back into the bar the last time with my $50 I was a
different person. I was still drunker than I had ever been in my life
despite having vomited twice already up in the room. They kept buying me
drinks, and I kept drinking to erase the thought of what I was really
doing. My dress was spotted with cum stains, my stockings were ripped and
torn. My ass hurt so bad, I couldn't stand with my legs together and my
feet and calves ached so bad I thought I was going to die.
I sat down next to the guy who had agreed to take me across the border at
9:30. We had one more drink and then he escorted me outside to his car.
The border crossing was uneventful even though I got very strange looks
from the guards on both sides. They didn't even ask for our ID, thank
God, because I didn't have mine. I was dropped at the entrance of the
main parking lot on the US side and my companion drove away.
I sat down heavily on the curb, disregarding the pain in my ass as I
drove the plug deeper inside me. I was beyond pain tonight. I was beyond
humiliation. I watched in a daze as headlights approached. The car
stopped, and Mistress Monica got out of the car. She helped me to my feet
and looked me over. She said it looked like I had had a good time, but
that in my condition I couldn't ride with her. She popped the trunk and
helped me inside.
No sooner than the trunk lid shut, I was asleep. I didn't wake up until
the lid opened once more and two beautiful slave girls helped me from
the trunk. They led me into Mistress Monica's house, down the stairs into
the dungeon, and opening the door of a small cage pushed me inside. I was
forced to remain on my knees with my head on the floor, and my ass pushed
against the bars of the door as it was locked behind me.
I felt my plug begin to move around, and then cried out in pain as it was
ripped from my bowels. The pain and experiences of the day were too much,
and unconsciousness quickly took over.
I just hope tomorrow won't be as bad as today was.
Lynne
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