My So Called Sex Life Part III
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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.
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