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Okay, part II wasn't as good as part I. Here's part III and like the other two parts, it's silly stuff, but I hope you like it. You can e-mail me at [email protected] Stupid part III Next morning I was woken up by a banging on my door early in the morning. Deborah walked in with a huge grin on her face. She was wearing tight jeans with heals and a loose shirt. "And how is our little slut this morning? Been dreaming about real men? I hope you're ready for a busy day darling, time to get going." She ordered me into the shower telling me to hurry up. I had been under the hot water for less than five minutes when she started banging on the bathroom door. "Get a move on, for godsake, we haven't got all day." I quickly finished up and had started to dry myself when Deborah knocked to be let in. I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door. Deborah bustled in with a spray can in her hand. "We don't want you smelling of your male deodorant today. Come on drop the towel." I let the towel drop to the floor and Deborah proceeded to spray me all over with something vaguely flower scented. As she sprayed she started to talk to me casually. "As you've probably noticed, Cathy stayed with Geoff and I last night. Anyway, she seemed to have a nice time, so we might be seeing more of her round here, and I don't want you constantly bothering her to take you back when she's here. She's ours now. You should forget all about ever getting her back anyway since she thinks you're a filthy little pervert. Right, in case you haven't already guessed we want you to dress for us again today, so after you've shaved, go back to your room and put on the same things as yesterday and then come up to Isabelle's room and we can sort out your make-up. And don't use any male shaving foam or after shave," she plonked a bottle into my hand. "there's some moisturiser. And hurry up." Resigned to whatever humiliations the girls had thought up for me today, I followed her instructions and then walked back to my bedroom. I wondered why I hadn't just got up and run away during the night, what power it was that was keeping me there. Deborah seemed to have persuaded my girlfriend to join her and Geoff in a threesome and the girls clearly had something specific planned for me today. Things were spiralling out of control but it wasn't just the fact that my dressing would be revealed if I got found out that was keeping me there, something else was stopping me from standing up and walking out on the worsening situation. Some sort of dizzying sick fascination with what they were going to do with me. I couldn't be enjoying this? I shook my head and pulled on the black PVC pants first and then ran my hands over my plastic covered behind. Although there was plenty of give, they seemed to cling to my body. The pants went right up to my navel, so I had to put them on underneath the corset, which came down nearly to where my pubic hair used to be. I tried to lace it up as tightly as I could on my own, but it wasn't close to the frightening feeling of restriction the girls had inflicted on me yesterday. Next I pulled the stockings up my smooth legs and attached them to the six suspenders hanging from the bottom of the corset. I rushed up the stairs to Isabelle's room and knocked on the door, praying that it would open before either Deborah's boyfriend Geoff or what used to be my girlfriend Cathy came out of Deborah's room next-door, where I was sure they were still in bed together. After a few heart in mouth moments, Isabelle opened the door with her usual expression of disgust and looked me up and down. "Mariquita, your corset is not tight enough." she said in a loud voice so that anyone awake next door would be able to hear and then she moved her arm and beckoned me inside. The girls spent the next 10 minutes tightening the corset to the point where I could only take shallow breaths again. Then they sat me down on a chair in the middle of the room and started to work on my make up. As they made up my face, they seemed to be paying just as much if not more attention as yesterday when they had made me up for the pictures of me making suggestive poses in my feminine clothes. Isabelle was wearing a low cut top, which showed off her full breasts well, and as she bent over to put on my make-up I was trying hard not to stare at them. Having these two girls' beautiful faces inches away from my own and all of their attention concentrated on me made me feel very sexy. It was like the woman in the shop had said; I was lucky to have two such stunning women to dress me. I could feel and smell their sweet breath as they spoke. Deborah's thin lips were permanently curved into a slight expression of amusement whilst Isabelle luscious mouth remained in a disdainful pout. They chatted idly as if I wasn't there. Suddenly the conversation changed to Cathy and I was shaken out of my dreaming. "So, you had some extra company last night Deborah?" "Oh yes, well we couldn't let her go home alone, she was in a terrible state poor girl. Best to take her mind off it." "From the sounds of things, she wasn't worried for too long." The girls carried on knowing full well the effect that their words were having on me. Deborah continued. "Oh yeah, it was a great night. That Cathy is a terrible slut." I nearly choked at this; Cathy had always been very demure with me. Mind you, it had never persuaded her to drink more than half a glass of wine either. My coughing made Isabelle nearly mess up applying my eyeliner. "Mierda, you little mariconazo bastard, keep still. And you can stop looking at my fucking tits puta, they're only for real men. You must be really shitty in bed, cuz your girlfriend is fucking the first people she meets now. She must really need fucking properly to have a threesome with Deborah and Geoff." turning to Deborah, "I mean, that's what happened right?" Deborah continued, but now she was talking directly to me as well. "Well, at first she wasn't so sure, but after Geoff had given her what she needed, she was begging for more." The girls bent down and started to work on my face again. "Oh my god, I can't imagine her even saying the word sex!" "I'm serious, and I when I say begging, I mean literally begging." she lowered her voice. "Isabelle, you'd be amazed the places I persuaded her to put her tongue before I would let her get fucked again. You should have a go. We're thinking of keeping her." Deborah smiled at me as she brushed blusher over my cheek. I couldn't believe that they were talking about my Cathy as if she were some kind of pet but with the photos and everything; I didn't see what I could do about it. The image of Cathy crawling around Deborah's feet naked became fixed in my head. The corset was really making me feel dazed again, and I felt myself getting hard. I remained quiet as they made my face up with lots of black mascara and red lipstick so that I looked almost like a whore. They told me to comb my shoulder length brown hair, which already looked quite feminine. Next they handed me some new additions to my outfit, a pair of black stretchy shoulder length gloves and shiny black knee-high boots with stiletto heels. The boots had a zip up the outside and the soft leather moulded itself to the shape of my calf so that it felt great to touch as I smoothed them against my legs. Finally the girls fastened a thin leather choker with a D-ring at the front around my neck, then they stood back to admire their work. "Nice, how do you feel Mariquita?" asked Isabelle. Deborah got some perfume and sprayed it liberally around my neck. "Pass that to me Deborah." Isabelle took the perfume and sprayed a little on the skin between my stocking-tops and my pants. "Just in case you get lucky." The girls giggled. Deborah checked her watch. "Okay, we've only got about 10 minutes, lets take him down to the lounge." The girls helped me stand in my heels then frog-marched me down to the living room. They sat me down on the couch and then they took seats facing me. "So I suppose we'd better let you know what's going on." Deborah started. "After we found out about your little secret we did some research on the Internet and we came up with the idea of trying to rent out the spare room. As you know, we're running short on cash, DON'T SLOUCH LIKE THAT AS IF YOU'RE WEARING TROUSERS! Cross your legs and sit up straight." I jumped as she shouted and crossed my legs and sat up with my hands on my knees without thinking about it. "Better. Yes, well we're running short on cash, so we wanted to see how much money we could get for it, so we thought about how we could make the room more, let's say, interesting. Then we wondered if anybody would actually be willing to pay more if there was a, well a transvestite like you around." These words landed in my brain like bombs. "What do you mean, I'm not about to..." "QUIET, I haven't finished!" continued Deborah. "Anyway, we found a chat-page where there were lots of people who are interested in sissy-boys like you, and I mean there were really lots of people. We explained the situation, about you and our underwear and the room and everything and they got terribly excited and started asking for photos. So we went and got you all dressed up, and I must say you do look very hot as a girl, took the photos and posted them on the web. Well they went wild, so we decided to auction off the room there and then." The doorbell rang. "Oh, a bit early. Could you get that Isabelle?" Isabelle left the room. "Anyway, one person offered considerably more rent than the rest and said that he would be willing to rent the room for an indefinite period." The word 'he' rang through my ears and I started to tremble. "What is it? Oh surely you didn't seriously expect a woman to be interested in such a terrible little faggot? The name of the man is Mr. Fields. He is a lawyer and he has drawn us up some papers that should... ah here he is now." Isabelle walked back into the room followed by a tall, well built man wearing a smart suit and carrying a briefcase. The man had short wiry black hair and a slight tan. He was at least two inches taller than me even with my heels. As he stared at me with a glazed expression on his face, I noticed a scar on the left hand side of his mouth, which made his smile a bit crooked. Apart from that he was reasonably good-looking. Deborah walked over to him extending her hand "Hello, I'm Deborah Sanders and you must be Mr. Fields." Fields broke his gaze away from me and shook her hand. "Yes, I'm very pleased to meet you." He had a deep, well educated voice. He looked over to me and said, "And this must be, what is your name?" "You can call him whatever the fuck you want." added Isabelle coldly. "Stand up for Mr. Fields dear." Deborah said as she walked over to me, grabbed my hand and pulled me up onto my feet. I swayed unsteadily on my feet, things were getting out of my control way too fast. "I... I'm not really sure that..." Isabelle slapped my face. "SHUT UP MARIQUITA!" I saw Fields looking at the way the girl had slapped me down. He was smiling at me again and I felt completely exposed to him. I saw his eyes run up and down my body. "You know, you're even prettier in real life than in your pictures." I looked at Deborah desperately for some help, but she was looking at Fields. "Then I expect you'll want to get the business out of the way as soon as possible. Can we see the contracts, please?" Fields placed his briefcase on the table and pulled out some contracts, which he handed to Deborah. She took them and started to look over them. "Okay, so this is the standard contract for sub-letting of a room, well standard except for the price!" Deborah said as Isabelle walked over to read it with her. I stood there swaying on my heels, the tightness of the corset and the exposure to this stranger was making me feel extremely light-headed now, and I started to breathe more rapidly. Deborah was flicking through another of the documents Fields had handed to her. She looked at him "Yes, this is all as we discussed." Deborah turned to me "This is for you. It's not strictly legal, but it should help you understand what Mr. Fields will expect from you. He wants your signature on it." She held the document out towards me but I just stood there. "Oh for GOD'S SAKE, take a loot at it." Deborah shouted as she waved it in my face. I took it from her and dizzily my eyes flicked over a few lines 'Contract between the Master and slave...' Slave? '-The slave will regard the Master with an attitude of respect and submission at all times. The slave will maintain a position behind him when in public, and will sit at his feet when appropriate...' I felt my stomach contract and my hair felt like it was standing on end. My mouth went dry and I looked up at Fields who was staring straight at me, or was it my crotch? I read on some more, my eyes unable to focus clearly through the panic and the dizziness. '-The slave agrees that the Master may use the slave as he sees fit to perform any personal services, errands, sexual services and to accept any training, humiliation, degradation or other use which may please him. The slave specifically gives up all personal rights to his penis which may be...' What the fuck? This had suddenly gone too far. I tried to think of a way out. '-The slave agrees to accept any punishment the Master decides to inflict, whether earned or not. The slave will thank the Master for any punishment which is given to him.' Trying not to look at Fields again I made a mental note of his muscular body, I was not going to be able to fight my way out of this. I was only half reading the words, which were swimming in a blur... '-The Master may give the slave to other Masters...' I glanced up briefly at the girls, who were ignoring me, pouring over the contract, and then I glanced even more briefly in the direction of Fields. Was it my imagination, or did I spot the outline of something long in his trousers? '-The slave agrees and is expected to, 24 hours a day 7 days a week, take any of the Masters bodily fluids, either internally orally or anally or externally. The slave will thank the master for any bodily fluid which is given to him.' The image of me on my knees in front of Fields unzipping his trousers came into my head. No this was not right. Suddenly, I realised that this was too much, I had been completely passive, going along with my private fantasies too much, getting turned on by the humiliation. Now everything was fucked up. My girlfriend had gone and the girls could expose me but there was now way I was actually going to become this man's sex-slave. I threw the contract down onto the floor. "Wait a minute, if you think I'm going to be some S&M whore for a random man I've never met can forget it." Isabelle turned to me and pointed her finger. "You'll do whatever the fuck we tell you to, or we'll paste pictures of you posing in your lingerie over every wall within 10 miles of the campus." "Look, Isabelle, you can do what ever you want, I'm not doing this." Deborah stepped forward. "Think about it for a second, EVERYBODY who knows you will find out about this if you don't do what we say. You can't live with that!" I paused for a second, but my temper was up and I started to storm from the room. "No way, I'm off. Do whatever you want with the damn photos." I had made it to the door when a hand grabbed me and jerked me back. Before I knew what was happening, Fields had punched me hard in the stomach knocking the air out of my lungs and sending me stumbling backwards onto the floor. I failed to get my balance before he had walked over to where I had fallen and pulled me roughly to my feet by my left wrist. He twisted my left arm behind my back into an arm lock. I was unsteady on my heels and my other arm flailed around as I tried to balance until Fields grabbed that by the forearm and twisted it too behind my back over the other. The vice-like grip of one of his big hands was enough to keep my arms pinned there and to stop me from falling over. The blow to my stomach had temporarily knocked all the fight out of me. I paused as I tried to catch my breath through the corset and work out what was going on. Was he going to rape me? Fields' free hand slowly stroked my naked shoulders and the top of my arms, I shivered and felt my crotch tingle. Did I want this to happen? I remembered that I was supposed to be fighting and tried to free my arms while I stamped behind me trying to drive my heels into his feet. Fields slapped my face hard and I gasped in panic. The pain of his blow was many times more than the girl slapping I'd been receiving lately and I felt unsure if I was about to pass out. My body started to become limp and I felt my bottom fall back against Fields's legs as I saw stars. My head fell forward as Fields held my waist with his free hand to stop me from falling. Several long seconds passed with my heavy breathing filling the room, my head lolled around, and although I couldn't focus on them, I could see Deborah and Isabelle watching these events avidly. I felt something hard poking into my back... Fields started to stroke my hair. I tried to jerk my head away from his hands but he grabbed a handful of the hair on top of my head and jerked my head upright, after which I let him his fingers run through my hair without trying anything else. He was gently moving it out of my eyes and over my ears. I could feel his breath on my ear. "My sweet little thing, you'll have to learn not to storm around like that." "Get off my..." I started, but grabbing my hair again, Fields pulled my head painfully back so that all I could see was his face and the ceiling. He started to speak slowly and assuredly. "Listen, I am a successful man, through my own hard work I have become totally independent and quite rich. I like to own the things I want, and as I have owned more things my tastes have become more focused. "To know what one wants is one of the hardest things in the world, but these days, I know exactly what things I want, and I always get what I want. Right now for instance, I have very specific needs from you, I am going to pay money to these girls and you are going to give me the things I want. It's all spelt out in your contract but since we seem to be having tantrums today, I'd better tell you some of it directly. "For instance, from now on, there are very few things that I want to hear coming from your mouth. FIRST..." he jerked my head further back as I tried to catch a breath through my closed throat. "Do not ever presume to speak unless I ask you a question. And if I DO ask you a question, your response will be 'yes please, sir'. No matter what the question is, that will be your response. This may sound stupid to you, but it is what I want, and it is what you are going to do." Fields pulled my head further back so that I was starting to face behind me. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I could hardly breath and felt like I was about to pass out again. I decided to do whatever was necessary to get out of his hands, so that I could make my escape later. "Yes please, sir." I muttered. "Good. Now you are going to do whatever I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it and in the way I want you to do it. From time to time I may feel that you are not working hard enough to please me, and when that happens I will punish you. Sometimes I may just punish you for my own enjoyment. "Punishment is a gift, it involves my hard work, and I expect to be thanked for it. Every blow of it. I think you also understand that you'll be fulfilling my sexual needs," I wriggled in his arms but he ignored this. Fields did not seem to be at all ashamed about going into details in front of the girls. "and I expect you to be appropriately grateful every time I allow you to please me sexually. Unless I tell you otherwise, these are the only times you will talk." Fields right hand reduced its pressure on my waste and slowly moved down the side of my body. It passed over my pants and onto the bare patch of skin above my stocking tops. As his skin came into contact with mine I could feel the strength in his fingers. He started to speak again. "Finally, you're going to have to admit, right now, in front of the girls, what we both know is true. That is that you want this more than you can say." His hand started to move around to the back of my leg then slowly up to my buttocks, which he squeezed gently. The only thing I could think of was how I was being controlled by this man, and how he could do what he chose with me, how this was my darkest fantasy and how scared I was. "You're going to sign that contract and it's not because of the threat of being exposed, or the threat of what I'll do to you if you don't." His hand was needing my buttocks now and despite the rapid rise and fall of my chest I could feel myself being aroused by this powerful man. Tears filled my eyes again as I realised that my cock was getting hard. "But because YOU know that the only place you really belong from now on is at my knees, giving me pleasure." At these words something snapped in my head and I relaxed. I could feel my cock sticking out at right angles from my body. Fields let my hair go, and I looked down in shame at the huge erection bulging through the black PVC. I felt sue that the deep red of my cheeks could be seen through my make up. My body relaxed and tears rolled down my face. Fields started to talk again "There's no need to be ashamed. It's okay, really, it will be okay. It's going to be a lot of fun." Isabelle was standing with a glass of water in her right hand and something else in her left. She coughed and Fields noticed her. "Oh, yes. Isabelle here put a small condition on my having you." Deborah, who was standing on the other side of the room with her arms folded, started to speak sarcastically. "Personally, I feel satisfied with turning your girlfriend into our little whore and selling your body for sex, but you REALLY pissed off Isabelle, and since we are equal partners in this venture, I had to back down." Suddenly Fields wrenched down my pants over my erect penis so that it pointed out naked into the room. I struggled again briefly but he tightened his grip and warned me to stay still. Isabelle walked over to me and knelt down "This is the only time you're ever going to feel my hands on your dick, so enjoy it." She pulled my erect penis down and dipped it into the ice cold water until it shrivelled up to an extremely small size. Next she took a metal cylinder and started to try and put it round my penis. I started to struggle again with panic but Fields landed a hard spank on my buttocks, grabbed my chin and pulled it round to his face. "What do you say?" I looked at him confused. He whacked my ass-cheeks even harder and I gasped. "WHAT DO YOU SAY?" "Oh, thank you. Thank you, sir." "Now STAY STILL, or I'll flog your backside properly." Isabelle fastened the cylinder over my flaccid penis tightly with a click. "After all the shit you've given us over the past year, there's no way I'm going to let you have too much of a good time sucking this guys cock." She passed a small chain around my testicles and pulled it tight, locking it to the cylinder and locking the cylinder at the same time with a tiny padlock. She stood up and looked me straight in the eyes smiling as she brushed her hands off. "I hope you enjoyed jacking off in my panties, because that's it for a while!" she beamed. She handed one key to Fields and made a show of putting one in her pocket. Finally Fields let my arms go and my hands went straight to my crotch to examine the device. "Leave it alone and pull up your pants." Ordered Fields. "Perhaps that thing will help you learn that from now on, it's only my pleasure which is important to you. Besides, it should keep you in the mood and on your toes." After I did as he said he passed me the contract. "So now we all know that we're about to get exactly what we want. Isabelle and Deborah are about to get plenty of cash, and for that, I'm going to get a room and complete ownership of their sexy cross-dressing flatmate! And you..." Fields pulled me so that I was facing him "are going to become an obedient slut belonging to another man. You do want to become my slut don't you?" Fields stopped and stared at me. I looked at him and over to the girls who were standing at me. My hand started to move towards my locked in crotch, and then I remembered the threat of flogging and I stopped. I looked at Fields and I could see the thick bulge of his penis underneath his trousers. I suddenly imagined me on my hands and knees begging to be flogged, or fucked, or both. I felt my erection my eyes moved over his strong body. My mouth opened and shut a couple of times. Then I spoke "Yes please, sir." With a shaking hand I signed the contract and passed it back to Fields. He smiled at me and walked over to the table where the girls sat down too in order to sign the contract for the room. Fields sat down and pulled a huge wad of banknotes from his case and handed it to Deborah. I stood there and felt like my life was falling away from me unable to believe what I was doing. "Three months rent in advance, as discussed." He turned to me. "Come and kneel down here, that's right, next to my chair." I knelt next to him. "Now suck my finger." He held out the thick middle finger of his left hand and I put it in my mouth and gently sucked. "NO, NOT LIKE THAT. Imagine it's my penis." The girls looked on amused. "Go on, lick the head first, then up and down that shaft." I started to work my tongue up and down his salty finger as he ordered. The girls were smiling at my efforts. "That's a bit better, now carry on while I finish up here." Finally, after all of the paper work was done, Fields looked down at me and said that I should show him to his new room. I stood up shaking and pointed the way into the corridor. He set off and I followed behind him slowly, halfway down the corridor, I heard the sounds of steps coming down the staircase and I hurried ahead. Fields stopped me and waited with an amused expression on his face to see who it was. Cathy walked into the corridor and froze as she saw the back of my head. Fields looked at her. "Hello, you must be Cathy!" he said brightly, he grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me round so that I was facing her but I kept my head bowed "Say hello to Cathy!" I mumbled something like a greeting. Fields whacked my bottom hard and I let out an exclamation of pain. Then I remembered. "Thank you, sir." I said. "That was very impolite. Let's try that again, but look her in the eyes when you're talking to her." So there I stood, rubbing my bottom as I raised my tear stained face to Cathy and said hello, humiliation burning into me. The look of disgust on her face was almost too much to bear. "Martin, who's this? What's going on?" "My name is Mr. Fields and Martin will be in my employ from now on. Also, I want you to start thinking of him as, let's see, 'Sophie'." said Fields. Cathy looked at the two of us with disgust verging on fear. Fields started to speak again. "Well Cathy, we have to go now." he put his head to my ear, but said in a clearly audible voice. "Sophie, would you like me to show you how to suck my dick properly?" I grimaced, Cathy's mouth dropped open. My shoulders and head fell in submission. I shrugged like a little... girl... and I could feel my lower lip jutting out. "Well?" demanded Fields. I raised my tear stained face to my master's and looked him in the eyes. I sniffed and cleared my throat then said quietly "Yes please, sir" For a moment there was complete quiet in the hall, then I took my master's hand and lead him to our room while Cathy stood open-mouthed.