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For a Bag of Weed ? by: Tami, L's gurl [ [email protected] ] I had always wondered what it was that took so long when my girlfriend went to visit the guy who sells her weed. She usually left early in the afternoon and came back 5 or 6 hours later looking quite stoned and rather disheveled. It didn't really bother me too much, she always came home horny and wanting me to eat her juicy pussy before I mounted her. It was Thursday night and we were in the bedroom. I had just dropped my Gap BoyCut size 12 jeans in the hamper and was standing in only my pink satin bikini panties and matching bra. "Honey, I know you're planning to go in and hook up this Saturday, and I was just wondering if maybe I might tag along and meet the guy," I said as I cranked my arms around my back to undo the hooks to my bra. I took my shower before dinner every night, just in case my girlfriend L wanted to play. We've been together for over 5 years and have a mildly Femdom relationship. I call her Mistress and she calls me her slut, or her tittiegirl, or bitch, or any number of euphemisms for what I am, a bondage-loving, cross-dressing guy with a woman who enjoys it. "I dunno," replied L, "I've been going alone for a long time now and I don't know if Barry will go for it. Take your shower and I'll think about it." She turned and left, headed to the kitchen to futz with dinner. I folded my bra and dropped it back into chest of drawers for wearing another day, slipped my panties off and went to start the shower. Part of the Femdom in the relationship is that when she dismisses a topic, I don't press it. She wants to think about it, I had given her plenty of time. At 7 a.m. the next morning the alarm clock went off and L nudged me out of bed. Standing up and slipping me toes into my Winnie-the-Pooh slippers, I stretched and allowed my satin nightie to settle and straighten out over body. Just like every morning, I looked down to check my developing titties. For about six months, I had (with L's permission and blessing) been massaging my chest with hormone creams. Something was going on, so I kept it up. I pulled down my fluffy robe and shuffled into the kitchen to make coffee for L. She had a late start this morning, so I quietly went about my morning ritual. Brush your teeth, brush your hair, wash your face, check for unsightly body hair, do your creams, moisturize, then out to get dressed. "Is there anything I can wear to please you, my Goddess?" I quietly inquire. Just another thing that it seems I've been doing every day for a long time now. "Mmmmm, slut, what are you doing today?" she asked. "Office work, Goddess," I replied. I'm self-employed and today, untypical of a Friday, I just had office stuff to do. Secretarial stuff. Filing, correspondence. It was a secretary day. "Good. Mini corset with garters & stockings, big panties with matching padded bra, ooh yes, those new baggy front-pleated khakis we bought last weekend, they were so cute riding up you little butt like that, hmm and any sweater." I had collected enough of a wardrobe to fill in the blanks where necessary. The mini corset was this dark blue 12 inch long Delicious Corset. It easily tightened me down to a 30 inch waist. It had 8 garters which I attached to a pair of tan nylons. I chose a pair of black 'big' panties (L prefers me in thongs and her request for big panties was not normal. Big panties were the ones that go all the way up around my waist and are somewhat loose in the front. While I don't wear them often, they are in the panty drawer, so on they went) Then, unfortunately, the only matching bra I had for black was a well-padded Wonderbra, my first WonderBra too, a 38B. I slipped the straps over my shoulders and bent a little at the waist, pulling the bands around my back and under my little titties. I hooked them together and then adjusted my flesh into the cups. Something was going on there. As I walked to the closet to get the selected slacks and a sweater, L slowly rolled up in bed and fumbled at her nightstand. "Oh slut," "Yes Goddess" "Just one more thing for you today, okay?" I had the pants at my waist and was holding a pale green sweater up to my chest, looking in the mirror, as I turned to look at L to see what it was the she had for me to wear. Damn, I thought to myself, watching the cage dangle from her fingertips. "Come here, slut." Trudging to the side of the bed, I lowered my panties (now I know why the big panties) and gave L access to my dick. She stuffed the head of my dick into the steel rings of the cage then with two fingers pinching my dickhead thru the front of the cage she slid it down till the leather strap found it's place at the base of my balls. She pulled the strap tight and slipped a little key lock into the d-ring ensuring that there would be no masturbation parties during my day as a secretary. She must have known how I enjoy fantasy of a forced secretary. "There we go, all nice and secure. I know you hate this thing, but I plan on playing with you tonight, so this will help keep your mind at work and you will get home early this afternoon. Have a nice day, slut." I pulled up my panties adjusting my caged dick so that it pointed, my balls stuck out and the little lock folded forward between my legs. Dropping the strings to the corset into the panties, I took a glance at myself in the mirror. The tan nylons were pulled snug up near my asscheeks by the garters. The corset mostly hidden by the panties, but together they formed a smooth curve from my hips up to the padded bra. WonderBra, I thought again to myself, it sure is a wonder. I stepped into the khakis and pulled them up my nylon encased legs. I do love the feeling of a soft fabric sliding against the silky nylons on my legs. I also love the swing of a skirt against those same legs, but I just wasn't ready to be wearing a skirt at work. Even if it was a Secretary Day. I had to wiggle my butt a bit to get the pants over my hips, then buttoned them together and zipped the diminutive fly. They felt quite snug between my asscheeks, I swear I could feel them actually separating, but it was loose enough in front, although I could feel them rub against my pantied balls. I slid a skinny little belt thru the loops and buckled it, then slid the sweater over my head. "That looks very nice" said L as I flipped my shoulder length hair out and over the back of the mock turtle neck. Once again, I was looking in the mirror, my dark brown hair could pretty easily change from a kind of pageboy/ponytail to a cute bob that I could curl up around the bottom if I took the time. The sweater was dark green made out of a slightly fuzzy material. I just knew that it was soft and felt nice. It swelled a bit at my chest. I thought I could faintly begin to see that stretch in the material that happens when a good pair of breasts is covered by a well cut top. The 38B's showed up a lot more than I expected. "Goddess, I'm not appearing a bit tooo feminine this morning, am I?" I whined. "Slut, you look very nice, but you're complaining again and you know what that means." "You're gonna add something else." "That's right, now, ah, those so pretty Italian ankle boots, with the little heel, those will do, and you will also wear a little something else, I think." I had wakened her dark side and she was getting out of bed. "Fetch me some coffee, and get back into the bathroom, quick." When I returned she had just finished her toilet and was leaning forward wiping. I watched her luscious C-cup breasts sway heavily from her chest, the nipples, taut and hard, exposed to the cool room air. I waited near the door, setting her coffee down on the long counter where the sink was. She stood and quickly reached into the make-up kit, pinched my cheeks together with her one hand and said, "Close your eyes, slut. Done in just a sec, a little eyeliner, there, just a touch, and here the other eye. Got it. Nice. Now, mouth open, you know how, that's it, good girl, just the right color. Let me look, No shut your eyes, slut. Hmm...OK done. Put in your green stud earrings and go to work." I got a good look at myself again as I stood in front of the mirror on my dresser sticking the emerald studs thru my ears. The loose ponytail of brown hair allowed for more than a few stray strands, which framed my face and just brushed at my ears showing the green sparkles. My hazel eyes were more greenish today matching my outfit, and highlighted but a thin trace of dark green liner. Naturally rosy cheeks dimpled from my smile which was brightened even more by the just-redder-than-natural lipstick. I knew from experience that L used this CoverGirl lip color that literally had to be removed with make-up remover. Emerald green mock turtle neck sweater which hugged my upper body and swelled around the B-cups just reached the beltline of my slacks. Khaki polyester/cotton slacks tugged tightly over my ass and underneath where I could feel them press the lock against my 'taint' before loosening in front which allowed some space for my caged dick and balls. The pants contoured down my legs and ended just above the tops of the inch and a half heeled boots. I looked pretty much just like I always looked, well, I normally wasn't so, umm, large in the breasts. L didn't often have me wearing a padded bra to work. And the pants, I was used to wearing the boy-cut jeans, I never even noticed the little differences anymore, like the shortness of the fly, or the smaller pockets in back, or even the way it seems that the front pockets are pointed kinda in and back instead of straight down. These were really feminine and they made my shape appear more feminine. Anyone that looked would have to either know me or look real hard to determine that I really wasn't a girl. Of course, to me, I looked like me. But I was still anxious being so overtly girlish. Anyway it was Secretary Day. No one was coming to my office, and no one would see much of me going in or out. So off to work I went. Checked my e-mail, made coffee, did the letters, and paid some bills. I took a break after a while and read the first chapter of Deborah Ford's 'Office Dupe'. I truly felt his pain as my caged member swelled and was trapped by the steel rings. So to relieve that 'tension', it was back to work and I started the filing. I hate filing and when I finally end up doing it, there is a mountain of papers to deal with. Chapter Next: I was so completely engrossed with my filing that I didn't hear L come in thru the back office door. The front door was locked because I didn't want any visitors today and no one usually uses the back door. Sometimes the UPS guy, but I wasn't expecting anything. So it was quite a surprise when I heard L's heels clacking up the steps to my office. I jumped up from in front of the filing cabinet where I had been on my knees, and clutching a batch of papers to my chest, I frantically wheeled around, searching for a place to hide. "Look at my nervous little slut," chuckled L, "Afraid the UPS guy will think you're a sissy?" "Yes," I said after thinking about it and getting my wits again. "Being a sissy seems kinda demeaning. But being a girl, well, girls have more fun." "Yeah, girls have more fun, but girls don't have this," she said, roughly slapping my crotch and my tight balls. "I think that sissies have those. Now I brought you something to eat and a present." She set a bag down on a side work table and pulled out a big pear and a cup of yogurt. "I have to get back to work right away so I can't eat with you, now drop the pants and panties. You have been to the bathroom today, right?" I nodded an affirmative and went about undoing myself and getting my panties down. "Turn around, bend over, your familiar with your present, aren't you?" Only too true. I knew enough to open my mouth and get some saliva going. The plug soon found it's way into my mouth as I bent over, presenting my ass to L. She lolled it around a bit, getting it wet, then pressed it against my puckered hole. This particular plug wasn't the largest (thankfully) but was still a decent 4" long (100cm for you others). It was tapered, about 2.5" (65cm) diameter at the fattest with a short 1.5 " diameter stem that ended in a little flange so it wouldn't slide all the way in. I would know it was there for the rest of the day, but I imagine that was what L wanted. "Now you enjoy yourself, slut, I can't wait to have you begging me for sex tonight. Bye" She knew me pretty well. After 5 years, well, she knew that I liked crossdressing. It created a sexual thrill inside me. The feeling of the stockings caressing my legs, pulled tight by the garters which tugged at my every move. My constricted waist and bulging sweater made me excited. She also knew that the cage prevented me from doing anything about the excitement which made it last longer and grow stronger and more satisfying for her in the end. So plugged and caged but otherwise appearing as any other small business secretary, I lapped at my yogurt and nibbled at my pear and read the remaining chapters of the 'Office Dupe'. Of course, this only added to my excitement and managed to keep my dick as stiff as it could possibly get within the confines of it's metal prison. I finished up my days filing and other duties, garters tugging, plug wobbling, and titties jiggling. I hurried home before 4 o'clock and found a message from L on the answering machine. She told me to get ready for some playtime tonight, wear whatever I felt like and make a simple dinner. I knew what playtime meant. I was in for some bondage games, and that meant I would have to be extra clean. I headed to the bedroom, stripped off my clothes and ran some warm water into the enema bag. As I knelt on the floor on my elbows and knees, the enema tube slowly filling me up and my dick dangling caged between my legs, I pondered on what to wear. L said 'whatever I felt like' and after a whole days worth of arousal I felt every bit like the slut that she named me. So I thought up some slutwear. I decided on my full corset, the one that went over my hips and all the way up to just under my titties. Since I had been in the small 30" corset all day, it would be easy to lace the full one down to it's minimum 28". Seamed black stockings with my black 5" pumps. The black, gauzy nylon skirt that swished around at mid-thigh. And that new red satin blouse with ruffled cuffs and open neck collar. With the corset on, plumping my tits, the blouse would button snugly on my waist and be loose and open at the neck, allowing L the freedom to play with my pierced nipples. Perfect. I finished up the bath duties, shit, shower, shave, takes on a whole new meaning! Moisturize, then creams, shape the eyebrows (I use a small scissors to keep them neat). Then I went and put on my robe and cooled down a bit and did some prep work for dinner. I figured something easy and lite, salad with some saut?ed chicken and rice. Simple. Back to the bedroom and I hooked my corset around my torso. Sitting at the side of the bed, I rolled one than the other black stocking up my smooth legs. I loosened all the garters to their lowest point then attached them, eight in all, to the stockings and double checked that the seams were straight. Then I set about tightening up the laces. I hooked the loops of the laces around the knobs on the bathroom door and slowly leaned forward adjusting as I went. In short order, I was laced tightly down to 28" and took a minute to steady my breathing. It had been a couple weeks since L had me fully laced in this corset. I pulled on a pair on black thong panties and got in front of the mirror to do my make-up. First, I replaced the plug that L had presented me with at lunchtime. I knew she would expect it to be there. Then I tugged my hair back out of my face and held it with a scrunchie while I applied myself to the task of making up. Red & black, I thought to myself, sorting thru the kit of colors and creams and powders. I dabbed my fingers with the nearly empty bottle of cover-up and dotted my chin and jawline. Then I noticed that my jaw seemed softer and smoother, and really didn't need that cover-up. I know I had just shaved, but there was just no beard there that needed to be covered up. I lined the top and bottom lids of my eyes with a smooth black line. A deep brown powder was dabbed onto the inside of my eyelids, then smoothed into a lighter shadow as it went out towards my ears. Nothing too elaborate, just dark and sexy. I painted a fuckme red color on lips, smacked them together and spritzed myself with TommieGirl perfume, cause I know L loves it. On with the skirt and blouse, adjusting the fit so that ruffled neckline cupped my titties. (Something going on there, I thought) L came home at the same time as I was clipping the silver chain around my neck that held a diamond crusted L. I also wore a plain, thick silver band on my right ring finger, a silver Celtic rope ring on my right index, a silver ring engraved with 'SLUT' wrapped my left thumb and another silver ring on my wedding finger which matched the one that L wore. Silver inch long pendulums with intricate designs hung from my ears. I looked good, I thought. I met L in the middle of the living room where she grabbed my waist with one hand and cupped her fingers onto my ass with the other, "Looking good, slut, glad to see wearing your plug. And caged" the hand from my waist had caressed down to where it was now gently rubbing against my nylon covered balls. I shuddered as I felt her fingernails gently scratch my balls and leant down from my 5 inch advantage to press my lips against hers. Our tongues danced, my right hand tickled at her breast and nipple while one of hers was pushing at the plug and the other scratching at the nylon covering my engorged yet imprisoned dick. I gasped and L sucked the breath and my tongue into her mouth. "Special plan for you tonight, slut," said L. "Oh, and Barry agreed it would be ok for you to tag along tomorrow, it took a little convincing, and you have to be the perfect little slave-slut." "Oh yes Goddess, thank you Goddess, I won't disappoint you Goddess," I stammered out in my blissful euphoria. "Now get dinner on the table while I relax for a while, oh wait, c'mere, quick," she pushed me to my knees in front of the couch, then jumped on the cushion in front of me hitched up her dress and slid her panties off. Of course I knew what was expected as I busily buried my face into her sopping pussy. She certainly was horny and her juices were flowing like she had just picked up a bag of weed. I lapped at her wetness, sucking her puss lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. I was (and am) a good pussy eater and knew all the tricks it took to bring my Luscious Goddess to climax after climax. Finally, she pushed me anyway, saying 'enough' and I continued on my way to prepare her dinner. Chapter After the Previous One So I won't bore you with my culinary expertise and walk you thru the process, that can wait for my Cookbook, tentatively titled 'Meals for Mistresses'. I cooked, brought L her tray while she lounged watching 'Buffy' reruns. L likes to look at the pretty girls, she's particularly fond of the other slayer, the one with dark hair. I think her name is Faith. Me, well, I'm too busy to be watching girls on TV. We ate together and I cleaned up the dishes. Yes, there was an apron that I wear when dressed up and performing in the kitchen. It's not a fancy thing with frills and ruffles, just a very utilitarian thing that you find hanging in your Mom's pantry. It keeps the water and crap off my pretty clothes while I am washing dishes. Which I have to do as we don't have a dishwasher. L thinks I look cute in heels and a skirt in front of the sink. One time... well, that was some other story. Back to this. When I returned to living room, L had finished rolling up a big fatty. She motioned for me to refill her glass, then I assumed my customary position on the pillow, on my knees, beside her left arm. The first couple of weeks sitting like this was very uncomfortable. The muscles in my legs weren't used to being stretched like that. I squirmed a lot, and got whacked a lot until I got used to kneeling with knees and ankles together, toes pointed back, butt sitting on calves and back straight. L says the training helps to improve my posture. So there I 'sat'. L sparked up the joint and shared it with me. She has this erotic way of giving me a 'shotgun'. She cups my face in both her hands after carefully placing a joint backwards in her mouth (so like, the burning part is in her mouth and the sucking part is pointed at me) (get it? Stoner.) Then presses her lips against mine and exhales. Ok, not much of a description, but trust me it's pretty sensual. We got a little buzzed, let dinner settle some, sipped some wine while L played her fingers thru my hair and at the back of my neck. Soon she had her hand tracing my titties under the ruffles of the blouse. Due to the way that I was kneeling and the effect that the corset had on my body, I found my titties protruding out over the top of the corset. L's was able to cup them and lightly trace them and tug playfully at my rings. This of course had my nipples quite hard which, as a result, had my dick swollen in it's cage again. I felt it straining against the steel rings, covered in nylon panties, draped with the nylon skirt. My balls were tightly compacted above my pressed together thighs, resting on the bare skin. I was relaxed, I enjoyed the tender touch of my Goddess as she continued to stimulate me. When she had snubbed out the last of the joint, she stood and beckoned me to follow her. "Fetch my wine, and follow me. I think I wanna tie you up while I play with you." She led the way to our little playroom as I followed behind trying to be dainty in my 5" heels. "I know how you like to be tied up, slut, so I expect no resistance," L said. "I'm going to tie your arms behind your back, put you face down in the swing and spread your legs open. You get the idea?" I nodded my head in understanding, "Yes Goddess," and I placed her wine glass on the table against the wall then got in position at the swing. Standing with ankles together, I put my hands behind my back grabbing the opposite elbow. L wrapped a cord of clothesline around my forearms binding them tightly together. Then she bent me over at the waist and adjusted the swing so that it supported me in the middle but left my meagerly dangling titties available in front and my ass pointed up in the back. "You'll need to get those panties off, slut," L said, "Oh, sorry, a bit tied up aren't we?" She yanked my panties down and I stepped out of them as L played with the plug in my ass. She then looped two other straps around my legs and slid them up high on my thighs. They slipped tight up into my crotch as first one leg, then the other, was lifted up and attached to the top of the swing. This left me bent over, my head a bit lower than my ass, arms bent behind my back and legs supporting most of my weight by being spread out to my sides and about level with my shoulders. With my head hanging down, I was actually looking up at my titties, which had come loose from my blouse and my bobbing member framed between them. L took one more rope, doubled it over and looped it around my arms. Then she threaded the two loose ends over the top of the swing and tied one each to an ankle and pulled them up tight so that my bound arms held my ankles up and out of her way. I moaned a bit and squirmed to find a comfortable position. L let me dangle a while as she took a sip of wine and I tried to relax myself into sub-space. The joint had me pretty well loosened up and I let my muscles stretch themselves to accommodate the unusual shape I was in. L came over in front of my face and squatted, her skirt rising up to expose her wet pussy. She kissed me deeply, her tongue probing and nipping. My eyes closed as I tasted the fruity tang of the wine on her breath. Abruptly, she was gone. I looked up to see her swinging a square backed kitchen chair, (a stray that had ended up in the playroom. It had a removable cushion, anyway) and dropping it in front of my face. "Remember that we are going to see Barry tomorrow in the late afternoon. And you remember that you will be a good little slut for me, right," she explained, not allowing me to answer. She was fitting her smallest dildo onto a harness. It was a realistic 6" long, which L had long ago explained to me was less than average size. "We're also going to get our hair cut in the morning." L had the straps of the dildo woven thru the back of the chair now. "So we can do jeans, but I'll pick out something nice for you to wear later. Here, this will be something new. I do hope you like it." She was finished with the strap-on and it was securely sticking straight out from the back of the chair and pointed directly at my surprised expression. "Open wide, slut," and she slid the chair closer and closer until the dildo was in my mouth resting on my tongue, my lips about an inch and a half down. New was just what this was. L had never before even had me salivating on her dildos. Sure, I had been stuffed thoroughly by every one of them, but never my mouth. That had been for her wonderful pussy. Now I was gagged by one. L played gently around my bound form as I hung there. She caressed my titties, stroked my sides, and tickled my balls. Then one hand's finger looped itself into my right nipple ring and began to tug ever-so-slightly back and forth. L's other hand had found a tight grip on my bound balls and it, too, followed the back and forth motion causing me to move just so much up and down the shaft of the dildo. "How you doing, slut," L asked. My reply was garbled by the shaft of the dildo of course. Unable to do anything else, I closed my eyes and let the dildo slide in and out of my mouth. Saliva pooled in my cheeks and began to escape from the corners, further greasing the shaft. I began to get used to the stroking and my throat relaxed to allow more of shaft to penetrate. L tugging got more persistent and soon enough she was pushing me almost all the down to the end of the fake cock. "My you certainly learn fast, slut, I may have to add cocksucker to your list of names, huh?" Again, my frantic, "No, no, no's" were completely garbled up so it sounded more like, "uh, uh, uh" like when you're just about to spurt and you go, "uh, uh, uh" L stopped my swinging, but left the dildo embedded deep in my mouth so it just hit the very back. If it were to go in any further it would literally be down my throat. She sat spread-legged on the chair and looked at me. "Let's see, that cock is 6 inches and it looks like you've got about a third of it in your mouth, what's that, about 4 inches to go, right." She looked at me as though expecting and answer. My wide-eyed stare was all she got. "I think I've got something which will help." My eyes tried to follow her, but I was limited to seeing just the back of the chair with the dildo attached. It wasn't long before I felt her presence behind me, roughly yanking the plug from my ass. Two of her fingers replaced the plug and were soon sliding loosely around. The dildo in front slid another inch deeper and I gasped for breath. "Are we ready yet?" L remarked. She pressed the head of her strap-on at the edge of my greases hole and pulled me onto it and off the dildo in front till it was just resting at the edge of my mouth. I felt my upper lip curling over the edge of the phony helmet. I breathed a quick sigh of relief for two reasons. First and obvious was that I could breath now that the dildo was no loner lodged in my throat. The other not-so-obvious was that I knew L had strapped on her average-man's cock. This one was a full 8 inches long (200 cm) 2 and a half (60cm) thick. The relief was that it wasn't the really big one, 'The Stryker' model. "Good, here we go," and thrust her hips against my ass-cheeks, burying a cock in both my ass and throat. I gagged as the dildo thrust firmly into my throat the first couple of times. Then L got a rhythm going and the strokes of her cock evened out the tempo. Her hands were wrapped up in my bunched skirt at my hips, steadily moving me onto the 8 inches in back then off and onto the 6 inches in front. I felt my titties swaying slightly, I felt my balls being bounced against the rubber base of the strap-on. I felt her cock massaging against my prostate as another slid across my tongue and into my opened throat. I felt the tension of my orgasm begin to build. I fought to relax my body, accept the intruders and let the orgasm pass gently. "Ooh, slut, is that your little clitty that's making all those drips on the floor?" Too true, it seemed that a puddle had formed beneath me. "I just love it when leak all over like that, bitch, makes me want to come," and L's thrusting began to go a little faster, and harder and I was bouncing between the two cocks. I felt like a trussed chicken being slid on a spit. I pictured what I looked like now wildly swinging back and forth. My body tensed, and pressed and erupted, and a dribble spurted from my swollen cock, the close confines of the cage preventing a real ejaculation. "Oh, yes, slut, give me that ass, oh, oh, oh...," I knew L had come also as she ground her strap-on into my ass, pinioning fully onto the dildos. My muscles relaxed, I was limp with L's cocks embedded in their respective holes. "Slut, you surprised me, I expected you would resist a little bit." But you told me not to Goddess, I thought, still being gagged as I was. "It appears you liked the cock down your throat, so I'll make sure we do some more of that." She eased herself out of my backside, but left my mouth once again holding the dildo's head with my lips. "I'm going to get a smoke, so let me see that you are entertained while I'm gone." She took a pair of nipple clamps from her toy box and clipped on end to the ring on my left nipple. She pulled the other end around thru the chairback and pulled it tight, stretching my nipples out around the chair and pulling the dildo once again into my throat. "And to keep you nice and loose back here.." She had looped a crotch rope around me then I moaned loudly as she worked the dreaded 'Stryker' into my ass. With it secured, she slapped my ass and said, "Enjoy, bitch." I fought against the urge to gag and force the dildo from my mouth. I had to get used to it to be able to breath at all. My mind blurred with sensations. The 'Stryker' was stuck all the way in. The fake balls pressed against my own. The base of the dildo spread open my anal ring, filled the passage and passed the inner ring of my colon. My dick was still swollen, unable to shrink due to the tight strap locking the cage on. Shoulders tied back with my nipples pulling the other dildo deep into my quivering throat. I was deep into my subspace and hadn't heard L return. I came out enough top realize that she had removed the crotch rope and plugged the 'Stryker' onto her belt. "Time for round two," I think I heard, then it was off into subbie land as L once again took to stuffing me with the strap-on. This time, however, the front cock barely moved, just the chair as it rocked on two legs being pulled by the chain on my nipples. L's use of the 'Stryker' had me leaking and I was rocked by waves of orgasm, exploding again and again till I was limp from exhaustion. When L had finally finished, she released me from my hanging position and I crumpled to the floor while she untied my arms. She took me in her arms and snuggled me while I regained some strength, patting my hair and whispering in my ear. "Why don't you go wash up and clean the toys and I'll tuck you into bed, slut," L said. "Wear a pretty babydoll nightie for me and we'll snuggle." I stumbled to my feet and took the used dildos with me to the bathroom. I cleaned them, washed my face and did what I do to get ready for bed. Before I returned the toys to the playroom, I chose my prettiest nightie, (the pink one, of course) and slipped on my mule slippers. L was on the phone as I passed the first time, but followed me on my way back to the bedroom, saying how I looked so cute in my sissy pink nightie, and how she was so proud of me, and how happy she was. She tucked me into our bed, taking ample time to give me kisses and fondle my still caged dick. "Mistress?" I inquired softly. "Yes, slut," she murmured in reply. "Who was on the phone?" "Oh, that was just Barry, he said he looks forward to meeting you." I hadn't heard the phone ring. "Mistress?" "What. Slut!" "Um, will you be unlocking me?" I hoped. "Oh, maybe later, I like it like this." She gave a couple good squeezes to ensure that I was as stiff as I could get. "Now you rest, busy day, ya know." Not likely with these blue balls, I thought, but was soon drifting away to sleep. Chapter After That Sometime later, I partially woke to L rolling up next to me to spoon my back. She had worn her strap-on to bed (another first) and was slowly insinuating it between my ass-cheeks as she snuggled up close to me. I moaned as it slipped up inside until her hips were pressed firmly against my butt. "Sleep tight, my little sissy bitch," she whispered in my ear and I drifted back to pleasant dreams. I woke in the morning to feel L lying on my back and me on my stomach. L was obviously awake and was grinding her strap-on covered pelvis against my butt. She eased my knees apart and slowly pulled my hips up as she rose to her knees behind me. "Time for a wake-up fuck," she said. L thrust and ground at my ass with her dildo as she worked herself to an orgasm. My deflated, still-caged dick swelled in it's confines, and the ache grew in my balls again. Soon I was meeting her thrusts, moaning with the intense thrill as my Goddess took me. In my half-sleep, I pictured myself as her willing girl slave, ripe ass upturned to accept her stabbing toy, generous breasts swaying and slapping together with the impact. My mind's picture ignored the constant drip that leaked from my dick, pretending instead to be an oozing gash. I sensed L getting close to her orgasm and I willed my body to open inside making it easier for L to ram me. She finally stopped grinding and fell limply on top of me. "That was good for me, slut," she said. "Now get some coffee started." She rolled off of me and nearly kicked me out of the bed. I slipped into my mules, ran my fingers thru my hair in a vain attempt to straighten it and put on my robe. It, too, was pink, although a different shade than my nightie. The soft satiny material went down to my ankles, belted at my waist with a trim of fluffy feathers all around the collar and v-shaped front. I returned to the bedroom with a tray of coffee and toast for L. "We have a 10:30 appointment at the salon," she said. "I do so want you looking your best and behaving even better." The next couple of hours were spent getting ready. L was already dressed by the time I had finished cleaning, showering and shaving. I left the bathroom wrapped in a towel and found L laying out clothes on the bed. "I know how much you love to wear your little sissy cage," she said, "but it just won't look right in what I chose for you to wear. So, I bought you a new present." I was happy to be released, finally, and paid no attention to the present she had. L unlocked the cage and my dick immediately responded by hardening as blood freely flowed again. "I expected as much," she said while she rolled my balls in her hand like a couple marbles. I sighed with pleasure and my dick raged even harder. "That's why I brought some of this," and with that, L showed me the handful of crushed ice she had in her other hand. Quickly, she cupped her hands together around my ball sac and held the ice there. Talk about blue balls. They already ached mercilessly from not having cum since Tuesday night. Add to that the additional teasing I had been subjected to over the past 24 hours. Now they were freezing and wilting and practically sucking up inside my lower body cavity. The dull ache grew in my groin as steadily as my dick drooped. Finally satisfied that I would remain 'at ease' for a moment, and because all the ice had melted, L let loose of my sac and showed me the present. "I found this on the internet. It's a type of KTB, but made from plastic instead of steel." She held it up and wrapped the inch and a half wide piece of plastic around her finger. "See how there are these tiny teeth on the inside, that will assist you in maintaining a discreet physique." A chill squirmed it's way up my spine as L the restraint around my dick. She pressed my balls up inside me as far as they would go. Then, she stretched out the skin of my sac and wrapped it around the shaft of my dick. She held it together as she looped a wire-tie thru the appropriate holes on the KTB and pulled it all tight. L took a small pair of wire- cutters and snipped off the excess end of the tie. "There, how's that feel?" It felt terrible. It looked weird. The teeth pressed firmly into my skin causing a tingling sting and my balls practically throbbed with every pulse of my heart. Looking at it, I could see the bulge of my balls on either side of my trim pubic hair strip, which ended in a crease at the edge of the plastic KTB. An inch-and-a half of yellow plastic banded my dick leaving only the very head exposed. "Oooh that is just too cute, my little sissy slut," L exclaimed, happy with her handiwork. "Just like a big clit." I was confused by strange feelings as I stood there in front of my girlfriend. L was certainly stretching my limits in preparation for something. I attempted to think clearly about what was going on, but a couple things inhibited me. First, was a strange feeling coming from my dick. It was like a really slow, light release. When I looked, it turned out to be the fact that I was leaking again. Just a trickle, but sweet and mellow. The other was the glance I took of my self in the mirror. My shoulder length hair, still damp from the shower framed a softer looking face than I thought I remembered. My hairless chest obviously sported breasts. I saw the puffiness at the nipples and finally noticed actual stretch marks just under my arms. Trim waist seemed to emphasize a widening at the hips. I had never seen myself appear to be so female while naked. I glowed, and didn't even stop to ponder limits. "Will you get your nose out of that mirror you vain little bitch and get dressed already!" L demanded. I started with the little thong panties she had chosen. They were smaller than my usual, satin thong with multi-colored bubbles on a pick background. Not there was much material to be able to tell. The sides were virtually strings and the front was just big enough to hold my dick under and back and allowed the top hairs on my pubic patch to show. I slipped on the Wonderbra and adjusted my titties in the cups. L smiled as she watched me squirming into the jeans. They were a new style of Tommie jeans, ultra low-rise with a little stretch to the material. "Oh my lord," L whistled when I finally had stopped jumping up & down and got the last button done up in front. "Look at that ass." I turned my back to the mirror and stretched to look over my shoulder. The pre-faded backside of the jeans was shaped to highlight full, wide buttocks and long, slim legs. While I didn't need any help in the leg department, I was stunned at my butt. It almost shouted, "Bounce on me baby, bounce!" "C'mon, c'mon," L said, "we haven't got all day." She tossed me a white tank top and I pulled it on. It stopped well short of the jeans riding low on my hips and exposed my navel. Worse, though, was the way it spelled out Bitch tightly across my chest. "Goddess," I nervously asked, "are you sure..." "Look," she interrupted, "you are my bitch-girl. I want you looking like it. Now brush your hair and leave it down. Put a little eyeliner and lipstick on and hurry up, you silly slut." I complied, of course. I love L. She is my Goddess and I will do what she wants. It makes her happy and that in turn makes me happy. I tried to choose some mild daytime colors, but L insisted on black eyeliner and fuck-me-red lipstick. She finished me off with a pair of red hoop earrings, a silver chain around my neck, which held a sparkling 'L' and every ring that would fit. Then applied a liberal spritzing of 'TommieGirl' perfume. "Here, take this," she said, tossing me a leather shoulder bag. "Put in your make-up and perfume. Hmm, what else, ..." While she was gathering other things for my bag, I put on a pair of Docksiders. Once again, I took the opportunity to look myself over in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty good, and while I was no super-model, I'd probably pass as an average woman. "Slut, thy name is vanity," L shouted. "Come on." She hurried me to the car and thankfully allowed me to wear a jean jacket for out trip. It was, after all, not the middle of summer and a tank top alone wasn't enough. The trip to the salon (in the mall, of course) was uneventful and we were walking past the Piercing Pagoda at about 10:15 when L said, "stop." I didn't question a thing and was soon the proud owner of two new holes in each ear. L introduced me to the salon's receptionist. "Hi, Jane, this is Tami, and we're here for our 10:30 appointments." "Tami, how nice to meet you. Beth will be right with you, L. Have you picked a style and color?" "Oh yes, and I can't wait to see how it will turn out." We had a short wait and I tried to remain calm and not worry about what L had in mind as a haircut. I had picked up a magazine and was leafing thru the pages, barely aware of what was going on around me. It was a good thing, too, because if I had seen the women walking past, looking at me, I would have seen that they all knew I was a man and were pointing and giggling at my appearance. That most certainly would have sparked my fear and caused me to run away screaming. But, again, I didn't see it, or ignored it, or whatever, and I soon found myself in a chair with my head hanging over a sink and a cape wrapped around me. "You just relax there, Tami, I've got to wet your hair before I can begin," said Beth. "L's over getting herself taken care of, and she told me just what you want to have done." Whatever it was that I wanted done took over two hours and involved a bunch of smelly chemicals, scissors and rollers. While all that was going on, I naturally had a manicure. My longish nails were shaped then painted in a glossy red. "Looks like you'll be wearing that color lipstick for a while" the manicurist mentioned casually. My work took longer than L's and she was watching intently as Beth finished off my new hair. I saw her beaming happily at me as Beth finally swiveled the chair around so that I was once again face-to-face with myself in a mirror. I was thoroughly shocked. My head was now covered in golden-brown waves. It wasn't truly blond, but was a drastic change from my old drab brown. It parted in the middle, and was layered in waves that feathered back away from my face and floated all the way around. The edges just brushed my shoulders and draped across my back covering my neck. I shook my head in disbelief and watched the woman in the mirror seductively toss her hair. "It's beautiful," I gasped. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," said Beth. "Oh... I... its. I mean..," I stammered, "It's.. I'm ..It " "Oh silly tongue-tied, slut," said L, "Just say thanks, alright." I struggled to regain my composure and softly said "thank you," to Beth in my best girl voice. "It's really beautiful." My brain was accepting the facts that were laying themselves out in front of me. The clothes, make-up this blond hair, hey, now I noticed that my eyebrows had changed too. I was going to be obviously very female looking. And I knew we were going to meet L's friend Barry today. I didn't want to add one and one together, but I knew I would be meeting Barry as Tami. "Tami, you look great," L said as we left the salon. "I'm gettin' the twitchies in my brithcies, you little slut." I admit, that I was felling the twitchies, too. That and a damp spot which seemed to be getting damper, right in the middle of my crotch. L led us to the mall's Ruby Tuesday restaurant, strolling casually, hand-in-hand. I didn't think about what anybody thought, whether we were two girls, or whatever they could think I was. We looked like two girls, happily cruising the mall. We sat in a booth and had Marguerita's and ordered a little bit to eat. Like two giggling teenagers we chatted and fondled each other under the table. The young waitress actually seemed interested when she caught L with her hand firmly embracing one of my tits and licking my ear. "Come with me, slut, we need to use the bathroom," L said grabbing my hand and nearly dragging me thru the restaurant. Leading me to a stall in the vacant ladies room, she ordered me to give her my jacket which she folded and placed on top of the tank on the toilet in the stall. Nimbly, she shrugged off her jeans and panties and was perched atop the toilet tank pointing at her wet pussy. "Lick," she commanded. I positioned myself seated on the toilet, closed the door and happily went about the delicious task of satisfying my Goddess. I ignored the way my spread legs straddling the toilet caused the crotch of my jeans to press uncomfortably into the new shape of my genitals. When She was done, I took the opportunity to pee and refresh my make-up. I noticed a distinct gooey feeling between my legs, squishing around the head of my dick and the KTB which also got wiped up, for the time being. We got home in the early afternoon and L had me spend some more time worshiping between her legs. She dismissed me to go attend to my bathroom duties and I heard her on the phone again while I did my douching. I was waiting in the bedroom when L came in and said, "Ya know slut, you have just turned out looking so good today, I want to dress you up really special. But I don't think you're ready for it." "Ready for what, my Goddess," I wondered. I didn't want to think that what I thought she wanted me ready for was what she thought I wasn't ready for. Because I don't think I was ready for that. "Just a dress," she said, off-handedly. "A pretty dress, but.." She had me, of course. I was already going to be wearing whatever it was, but she made me play the game. "Goddess, you know I always wear what you want, but am I to be wearing a dress to meet your friend later?" "Well, we didn't go to all this trouble today, if I didn't want you looking your very best, and you look great with your new hair style and manicure. I'd been saving a new little outfit that I found for you and I think that this will be the perfect night to have you wear it." I guess it was the excitement of the days activities, or the ache of desire leaking from my dick, or the dress that L pulled from the closet and held up, that caused something to snap inside me head. I realized that I would be introduced tonight as Tami, L's slut. The dress was a mini, of course, in pink leopard print. It was stretchy, but felt like a crushed velvet. There was a ring of fake black fur that edged the front of the neckline and bottom. I noticed that there were no straps or sleeves and wondered how it would stay on. "What do you think slut?" asked L. "Won't you be the sexy little slut." While I may not have been too sure what I was thinking, I knew what L wanted to hear, "It's wonderful, Goddess," I managed to get out, "but I don't think it will fit." "AH but wait, silly slut, I took care of that, too." L proceeded to rummage thru a box in her closet and threw some items on the bed. "Now, with an off the shoulder dress like this one, you won't be able to wear a bra, so the first thing is this new corset." I stood as she wrapped the heavy, black satin garment around me. I hooked up the four hook & eye closures in the front and L settled it on my hips so there was about an inch of fabric that flared out somewhat below. She had me hold my arms up in the air and stretch up while she snugged the laces and adjusted the demi-cups on my chest. Satisfied that the corset was straight, she laced it tight. "I had ordered this a while ago," she said, "I was just waiting for you to fill it out a bit." Letting my arms down, I saw what she meant. The corset fit high up under my arms and squeezed everything into the middle to be collected by the open demi-cups in front. To my surprise there was really something going on there now. With them all squashed up and in and having nothing to cover them, my titties were dangling. No denying that anymore. "Nice titties, slut," said L. "Now on with the rest." The rest was a pair black seamed thigh-highs which were pulled up to crease of my butt. They had two inches of lace trim at the top where the elastic bands were hidden that kept them up. L handed me a black nylon g- string panty with just enough material to cover my plastic wrapped dick.. Then I stepped into the dress and tugged it up my body. When it was up as far under my arms as it could go, I tried to pull the fur over my chest. "No. Silly slut, not like that," L said. She turned the fur back down and adjusted the dress so that the furry strip ran across my chest just above my nipples. Most of my chest was bare and I felt as though the dress would drop right off of it. "That's perfect. Now go and do your make-up, all blacks and pinks and slutty, you know how, while I get dressed." I did my make-up as ordered, thick black eyeliner on top & bottom, hi-lighted with a dusky rose that blended into pink. I used a light powder to add a more pinkish tint to my skin then finished with a hot pink gloss lipstick. L called me to come and help her with the zipper of her dress. She had chosen to wear a black minidress. A slinky Lycra thing that hugged every curve and made it quite plain that she was not wearing anything at all underneath. Twinges of desire grew inside me again, as I let my hands trace her back and sides when I was done with the zipper. "No time for that now, slut," she said, brushing my hands aside. "Put these on," and she handed me a pair of dangling rhinestone earrings, "and this," which was a shiny silver rope necklace, "don't forget shoes" and I slipped into my black fuck-me pumps, then, "and follow me," as she led me to the living room and stood me in front of the couch looking at the mirror. L then buckled my hands into leather cuffs and attached them behind my back. She did the same to my ankles and then attached a short 6 inch chain between the cuffs on my ankles. She went behind me, pushed my back so that I bent forward and slipped my plug suddenly up into my ass. As I stood back up, she clipped another chain from the ankle chain to the cuffs behind my back then left me to stare at myself while she finished getting ready. In This Chapter I had been trying to stand still for over fifteen minutes when I thought I heard a car pull up outside. It's pretty hard to stand still in five inch heels and if don't believe me you haven't tried it yourself. I was shifting my weight back and forth between my two feet while I watched in the mirror. It was like I performed a little dance as my shoulders swayed opposite of my hips and the same way as my knees. With every squirm, the dress seemed to get shorter and expose more of the lace at the top of my stockings. I would lean to one side and attempt to pull the hem down with my cuffed hands but then the other side would ride up and I'd lean that way and all in all I must have looked like a very silly slut to the two large black men that all of a sudden had walked in the door and called for L. "L, darlin, you here?" boomed a deep voice. "Oooh, lookit that pretty thang." "Eeek," I squeaked in surprise. I glanced around myself, seeking to find a place to hide, but knowing there was no where to go and I wouldn't be getting there with my ankles locked together. I got a look at the men as they sauntered into the room and had a good look at me. Both were tall and sharply dressed, I guess they were handsome but I had never been one to be that attracted to men. "You gonna be our lil play toy tonight," said the other one. It was more a statement than a question and as he approached he reached out to tweak my nipple. "Mah name's Randall, sweetie, and I got a taste for white sissies." L appeared and happily gave the man not groping me a big hug and deep kiss while Randall's hand were busy. "Slut Tami," she introduced me, "this is Barry (the one who got the hug) and I see you have met Randall. "Well, well, L, you sure have done nicely with your 'girl', here," said Barry. "Does she know what she's in for or is it gonna all be a surprise?" "What's it matter, man, are we all ready to go," said Randall, Saturday's a busy night, ya know." "Take a chill, bro, we got time," said Barry, "you just got the hots for the slut, I know you." OK, so earlier I had realized that I was going to be Tami the slut tonight. What I didn't fully grasp then was the reality of what that might mean, I mean, it's one thing to be a 'lesbian' love slave for my Goddess, but something different to be presented like this to two men. Especially, black drug dealers. "Why don't we smoke one, then take off," added L, "you guys want a beer?" "A beer and a smoke'll start me off, but I think Randall's gonna need a little sumthin else," said Barry. L left me standing there, while she went to fetch some beers. Barry and Randall took seats and Barry pulled out a bag and twisted one up. It was ready by the time L returned with three beers, passed them around and sat next to Barry on the couch. As the joint was lit up, L motioned for me to kneel in front of her. "I want you to do something for me, slut, just like you promised to be a good slut if I took you along, I'm gonna make you live up to that." She took a long pull at the joint and let the smoke drift lazily out. "We're going to suck on our beers and suck on this joint and you, my good little slut are gonna suck Randall." Well, I resigned myself, it was gonna start sooner of later. I knew I was expected to act like a slut. It was just what L had been preparing me for last night. So I shuffled over on my knees to where Randall was already pulling down his zipper and spreading open his pants. "Oh lucky, lucky me," he said as I looked up from between his knees, "let me have some, sissygirl." Then he sat back in the chair and toked at the joint. Not having the use of my hands, I had to lean forward and scoop up his cock with my mouth. It lay semi-erect on his thighs, fully 5 inches long and thick. I heard him sigh as my lips closed around it and the head rested on my tongue. It began to stiffen and fill my mouth as I licked at it. "Damn agreeable bitch you got there L," said Barry, "I look forward to my turn." Randall's cock was quickly growing as I started to move my head up and down in his lap. My lips rippled as far down the heavily veined black cock as I could go, until I felt the head poking the back of my throat. I heard him moan with pleasure as I slathered and grunted in his crotch. I tried to focus only on sucking as I heard the comments about, "What a good girl," from L and, "Look at the slut go," from Barry. I developed a rhythm and got used to the fat head of the cock poking past my back teeth and attempting to penetrate my throat. Then Randall placed one of his big hands on the back of my head and I felt the dreadful anticipation of giving up control to someone else, not knowing what they will do, but sure in the knowledge that you won't have anything to say about it. Randall now began cheering me on, also. "That's it bitch," and, "oh suck it, slut," and, "yeah, just like that," were mentioned as his hand encouraged me to take his cock deeper and deeper. I thought only of pleasing my Goddess and recalled how I would suck heartily at her pussy, trying to open my throat and swallow her cunt. Once, while doing that she had rewarded me by actually ejaculating when she orgasmed, squirting it forcefully into me. That image of my Goddess caused me to forget somewhat about the real situation I was in and I released whatever inhibitions I had remaining. This, in turn, caused quite a surprise for both Randall and myself, as my throat loosened up and his cock slid all the way in until my nose bounced off his curly mat of pubic hair. "Fuck, slut, you can deep throat?" grunted Randall. "Alright." That's when I felt his other hand grasp my head and begin to guide it. I panicked and gagged as his cock penetrated the second time. "C'mon, bitch, let's go," urged Randall as he more forcefully worked my face up and down. I forced myself to focus again on opening and receiving what was being given me. I gained control of the gag reflex as Randall forced me fully down the third time. This time, as my head came back up, I closed my lips around the shaft and sucked while I breathed in thru my nose. Then down again and suck and down and suck and down and he held me there and I could feel his cock swell and pulse and deliver a burst of gooey cum into my belly. At least I think most of it went into my belly. The jolt of cum brought back my gag reflex and I coughed some of it back up around his pole. He released my head from his grip and I fell away from his lap with strings of drool and cum dangling from my mouth. "Nothing like a sissy white boy cocksucker," said Randall, fastening his pants up. "That was a good job, slut," added L. "So now you know what I do when I go to buy a bag of weed. I don't actually pay for it with money." "However," said Barry, "blowjobs from beautiful white bitches are worth a whole lot more weed than they are from white sissies. We got bunches of little white sissies wanting to suck our cocks, so you gonna have to work a little harder. Shall we get going over?"