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Learning to Feel Pretty?Female By Christine I met Janet about a year ago. The main reason I was so attracted to her was because she was so fit. She was a health freak unlike me. This would soon change. After a couple of quiet dates, Janet let me know that if I did not get into shape that the relationship would soon end. This shocked me as I thought we were going along fine. She invited me to join her health club and pretty well told me that if I didn't then we were over. I joined. The first day at the club I went with Janet and she showed me everything to know on her own personal tour. She soon had me on the bicycle and the treadmill but told me to avoid any weight training as she didn't care for bulked up men. Her personal trainer, Susan put me on a strict diet. I would be weighed weekly and was to lose at least 5 lbs per week until I was fit. I felt this was a bit much as I thought I was in okay shape but Janet and Susan disagreed. In fact Janet told me that if I failed the weigh in, then our relationship was over. She made it very clear that if I wanted to be with her it would be her way or the highway. I wasn't ready to give her up yet as I still hadn't even gotten into her pants. However, I had had several blowjobs to keep me interested. The first week I did lose 6 lbs as I went to the club every day with Janet and only ate what was on my diet. I was really starting to get hungry now though. Janet suggested that I join her jogging every morning. I agreed. Second Week The next morning at the club Janet and several of her club friends (all girls) were waiting for me. They were all dressed in their club designer outfits complete with logo. The outfit was really quite simple. A soft pink sweat top with hood, matching shorts and grey tights, and light pink leg warmers. Everyone looked the same, and believe me they really looked hot! The girls looked at me in my old sweatshirt and baggy sweat pants and frowned. Janet looked pissed! Anyway, off we went and ran for about two miles. I almost collapsed trying to keep up with them. They were way ahead of me and I just couldn't keep up. Again Janet looked pissed! Janet hardly spoke to me when we were finished. She told me that she would be too busy to see me after work today and not to phone her. Now I knew she was mad. She wouldn't say anything else to me. The next morning, I arrived at the club early. Janet was waiting for me and told me she had to talk to me. She took me aside. She told me that I was embarrassing her by the way I was dressed and that she was not going to put up with it. She then told me that we were through! I couldn't believe it. I begged her to reconsider, tears welled up in my eyes. She told me that she would on one condition. Janet then said that she had bought me a new 'outfit' for jogging in and that it was in my locker. I was to go back inside the club and meet her and her friends in an hour to go jogging. When I opened the locker I got the surprise of my life. There on a hanger was my new 'outfit'. A dark grey sweat top with hood, and a club logo on it. There was also a pair of matching shorts. They looked okay too. On a separate hanger was a pair of grey tights! I didn't know what to make of this. There had to be a mistake. There was no way she wanted me to wear those, they must have been for her. I put on the new 'outfit' minus the tights of course, and headed back to meet the girls. "Guess you don't want to come jogging with us this morning" said Janet when she saw me. The other girls nodded too. "What do you mean, I've got on the new outfit for you," I replied. Janet grabbed me by the arm and took me aside while the girls snickered. "Either you go back right now and put on the rest of the outfit or we're through! Now what's it gonna be?" she was yelling. I could see her friends watching. Janet was the best looking woman I had ever been with. I didn't want to lose her. "Please Janet, I can't wear tights, they're for woman, I'll look silly and everyone will laugh at me" I said. "Look, men wore tights a long time ago. There's nothing wrong with it and I want you to look good when you're with me. Now go and put them on and nobody will laugh. Now or goodbye; your choice sweetie." I stood there frozen. There was no sympathy coming from anyone here. I put my head down and returned to the locker room. There were several guys in there getting ready for workouts. My stomach began to turn a little. I felt queasy. I opened the locker door and shoved the tights under my sweat top. How was I going to do this without being noticed? I headed for the washroom. For the first time in my life I put on women's clothing. I slowly pulled up each leg of the tights. I then pulled up my shorts over them. My shorts didn't even come close to my knees so the tights were very noticeable. I peeked out of the washroom to see if any guys were still there. They had all gone. Now was my chance. I ran through the change room and outside. I felt so strange. The feel of the nylon on my legs, pressing tight. I had never worn anything so close to my skin. I felt so embarrassed. Slowly, I headed over to where all the girls were waiting for me. Nobody, laughed, in fact everyone said I looked nice. "Now you're one of the girls," said one. I could feel myself blushing. "Turn around, let's see those nice legs" said another. "You go girl!" said Janet as gave me a big hug. "You rock honey, and you won't be sorry. Tonight, you're getting laid." Off we went running. After a short while, I actually forgot I was wearing tights. Nobody said anything and nobody seemed to notice anymore. We returned to the club. I was able to take off the tights before returning to the locker room without Janet seeing. That night, Janet wasn't working. She was with me and we had the best sex in my life. She insisted on being on top, which was new to me, and I really got off on it. She put her knees on my arms and then lowered her pussy onto my face. She smelt so good. First time eating pussy and it was great. The rest of the week was great. I lost seven more lbs so Janet was really pleased. We had sex three more times, always with her on top, but I didn't mind one bit. Janet commented on how toned my body was getting. Things were really getting serious. Third Week Janet told me that she had a little surprise for me in the morning and that I was to go to Susan's office after I got my jogging outfit on. When I entered Susan's office, she looked me up and down. "Well, I see you really want to be one of the girls don't you?" I didn't know what to say. "Take your top off and turn around and close your eyes. Janet has a surprise for you." I heard her snicker. With my back turned, I felt her put her arms around me. I started to get turned on. Then I looked at what she was holding. A bra! I screamed at her, "What do you think you're doing, Susan!" "Janet wants you to wear this and if you want to stay with her, believe me YOU WILL WEAR IT!" She raised her voice. I was now trembling, not knowing what to do. "Now just stay still and I'll do the rest." Janet slipped the bra over me and tightened up the straps. "Now we have to give it some substance." I saw her putting some soft material into the bra cups making them really stand out. "Now put your top back on." I had trouble pulling the top over the bra. I looked at myself; it was really noticeable that I was wearing a bra. Again I was embarrassed. "Stop whimpering for Pete's sake. There's more to come honey." With that she pulled my long hair back towards her and put it in a ponytail. She then pulled out of a drawer a pink baseball hat and pulled the hair through the back. "By the way, no need to worry about the guys seeing you, they'll never think it's you if you let me finish." Now let's see what else we have for you. Oh, yes, panties; every girl really should wear them!" She laughed as she showed me a pair of pastel panties. "No way I'm wearing those Susan, No Way!" "Fine then, I'll call Janet and let her know." She walked to the door as I yelled, "Stop! I'll do it." "Ok, honey, now take that horrible sweat top and shorts off as well as your tights." In a minute, there I was standing in front of Susan with nothing on but a bra and a baseball hat. What had happened to me? She then handed me a soft pink top, the same as the girls had on with matching shorts. After I put the top on, Susan handed me a pair of pink tights. I couldn't believe how feminine they looked but I put them on. Pink leg warmers completed the outfit. There I stood, not like a man at all. I just looked like another girl. "Ok, honey, all finished but one last little surprise. Look up in the corner and smile" I looked into the corner and saw a video camera. "That's right honey, you're on candid camera. I wonder how all your buddies would feel about seeing this?" She laughed again. "Ok, off you go and have a nice run." I was never so embarrassed. I walked gingerly over to where the girls were standing. Janet looked me up and down and took my hand. "Honey, you look so girly all in pink and I just love the way your 'boobs' jiggle when you walk," she laughed. She looked at her girlfriends and said, "Don't you think it's time she had a proper name?" to the girls and they all nodded in agreement. "I think we'll call you Candice, honey" if that's ok with you. She then whispered in my ear "Don't fuck with me honey or those video tapes will be all over your work" she sneered. I had never seen Janet like this. She was so controlling. All the girls started calling me Candice in conversation, usually with a snicker attached and a bit of sarcasm. I should never have done this and now I was caught. I looked at my pink legs as I ran, the only 'girl' in complete pink. Yes I was a 'girly girl' for sure. I never returned to the men's locker room that day. I went to the ladies where everyone seemed to get quite a laugh about the new girl named Candice. I just slinked away in a corner. They all watched as I took off my bra and panties and put them in the locker with the rest of the outfit. "Hey, Janet, when are you going to get rid of that thing between her legs?" one girl yelled across the room. "Don't worry Penny, I've got plans for it," Janet returned. Janet then looked over at me and said: "Where do you think you're going Candice? You've got an appointment at the club spa with Susan, you lucky girl!" Everyone started to laugh. "Now get back into those cute little tights and go see Susan!" Janet commanded. I couldn't even look her in the eye. I dressed up again, only this time in front of all the girls with them all taunting me and laughing. The Spa When I got to the spa, Susan was indeed waiting, as were several other girls. I was ordered to lie on a table where they waxed my entire body. Crying my eyes out now didn't accomplish anything but I couldn't help it. I was being humiliated. Slowly but surely, I watched as my body became hairless. One girl began plucking my eyebrows. I tried to get her to stop but she would have none of it. "Nobody will notice, you silly girl, just be still," she commanded while two others held me in the chair. Well, my eyebrows were noticeable and all red from the torture they had just endured. How would I avoid detection at work I didn't know? I had to go to work tomorrow afternoon. How would I disguise this? I looked between my legs. My dick was completely shaved as well. Susan then came over, and told me to lie back on the table. I tried not to, but two other women held me down while Susan attached straps to my wrists and ankles. She then put my feet into some kind of stirrup and pulled my legs apart. I couldn't close them. I started to scream for help, but before I knew it, something was thrown into my mouth. A leather strap was then put on my mouth and attached around my neck, effectively keeping me quiet. "Now Candice, this might hurt just a pinch, but we can't have you going into the ladies room showing off this awful little thing! Now, I am going to put this little catheter up your little dick, so you won't be able to get hard again even if you wanted to. Then I will be putting this leather sheath around your dick and balls and then I will draw it underneath until it can't be seen any more in public. I hope you won't mind Candice, but I will need to use Crazy Glue to hold it down more permanently. This will only hurt if you get aroused. You will have to pee seated from now on, and through the catheter. There is a little 'stop', which will be in the catheter to prevent you from peeing when Janet doesn't want you too. Only she will be able to remove the 'stop' to let you pee so you had better behave." Susan laughed again. I tried to scream my heart out but nothing came. Susan was not gentle when she inserted the catheter, nor were the other woman when they harnessed my dick. Finally, it was over. They released me, and I broke down in tears. I felt between my legs for my dick. All I felt was a flat piece of leather. Janet was standing waiting for me. I finished dressing. I saw her thanking everyone. She handed Susan a larger poster. I saw her open it and couldn't believe my eyes. There I was in living color standing there in my new jogging outfit. Susan took it and pinned it to the wall. She then came over and asked me to autograph it for her. "Someday you might be a star Candice". I took one look at the sneer on Janet's face and decided I had better sign it. Janet then came over and grabbed me by the hand. "Okay, Candice, are you ready for your new life now?" What could I say? I said nothing. The next morning I reported to the ladies locker room. This time everyone watched as I undressed exposing my new apparatus between my legs. Whenever I wanted to go pee, I had to ask Janet. This was becoming very inconvenient and painful at times. I had to get out of this somehow. My dick was throbbing constantly at its confinement. Last night, Janet continually put her hand between my legs rubbing under my dick. My dick begged to be released and hurt like hell when it tried to grow. I must have eaten Janet's pussy 10 times last night. She never seemed to get enough of it. She came a number of times but wouldn't let me. I was just left there in pain and frustration. The girls in the locker room couldn't believe what had happened to my dick. Janet even encouraged them to touch it and take a look at it. Again I was humiliated. I asked Janet to go pee but she said after my jog. Today, she said she was going to extend the length of the jog to four miles and wanted me to run faster. The first two miles, I was to run by myself around the track while the girls watched. When I finished, Janet told me to stop. "Okay, Candice, here's the deal. Here's your chance," as I stood there panting. "We're all going to jog now for another two miles. If you beat any of us to the finish line, then you are free forever, but if you finish last then, your life will take a new turn. Is that understood?" I shook my head. What else could I do. "One more thing, I have something new for you to wear in this race." I heard one girl laughing. I was afraid to look. "Look Candice, they're the latest rage in woman's fashion. Platform jogging shoes. With a 4 inch heel too! Now put them on and we'll begin." By now everyone was laughing. I put the shoes on. It was like wearing heels. I would be lucky to get around the two miles, never mind beating anyone. Still I would have to try. It was my only chance at the moment. The picture of the poster went through my mind as I put the shoes on. They were very uncomfortable. "On your mark, get set, go!" I took off, almost falling on my face. Everyone just stood there laughing their heads off. They hadn't even started yet. I tried to run but it was useless. I started trying to walk at a fast pace. Now the girls started behind me and the race was on. They were all just walking behind me, laughing. After about a mile, I collapsed. I was exhausted and my feet couldn't take it anymore. They were throbbing. "Don't tell us you're giving up, Candice?" the girls roared. I just lay there sobbing. "You stupid girl, you should have tried harder," Janet sneered again. She then smacked me across the face, sending me reeling to my back. "How dare you embarrass me like that!" I bawled my eyes out saying I was sorry. Janet would have none of it. "You're gonna be sorry, I want you to see Susan at the spa before you go to work. You're gonna get straightened out once and for all girl!" Back to the Spa The girls came back and two of them put their arms around me and helped me back to the club, all-giggling as they went. After a shower, I came out and Janet told me to report to the spa. Susan was waiting. I was told to totally strip by Susan and before I knew it I was strapped again to the bench, stomach down. Janet and a friend named Mary entered the spa and looked at me. Mary had tattoos all over her. I had never seen her before. Janet pressed on my rear cheek and said "right here" and one on the shoulder too. "You know what I want." Mary just nodded as I squirmed. I tried to scream but Susan put a towel in my mouth and told me to be quiet. Somehow, I knew what was going to happen. This 'friend' was going to give me a tattoo. A tattoo that I didn't want or didn't have any input in getting either. An hour later it was finished and I was let up to see the results in the mirror. On my shoulder was a small butterfly. On my butt cheek was a high heel shoe with the words "born to be ruled," printed underneath. I screamed. How could they do this? They had branded me. Susan threw a pink terry cloth robe to me and told me to put it on and report back to the ladies room. When I got there, Janet was waiting, as were her friends. I rushed towards my locker, but Janet blocked me. She ripped off my robe. "Now turn around Candice and show us your new tattoos." I started to cry again as I turned around before them as they laughed and giggled. "Okay, get dressed and go to work now Candice and remember we'll be dropping by today" Janet said. I opened the locker door and pulled out what I thought was my shirt. It wasn't! It was a white blouse with the buttons on the 'wrong' side and was quite sheer. The collar even had a little bit of lace on it. I was mortified. Janet grabbed it from me. "Put on your bra honey, and I will help you with this." When I had the bra on she put the blouse over top. She told me to turn around in front of the mirror. I could see the outline of the bra straps! I could not go to work with this on. It was bad enough hiding the earrings and the eyebrows, now this! My mind was numb. Before I knew it, Janet was handing me my new 'slacks' with the zipper in the back. She told me I was to wear panties and pantyhose underneath that were also in the locker. The only thing manly I was allowed to wear were my shoes, everything else was feminine. "You look so pretty Candice! Now, you are going to go to work dressed like that. I wonder how you will explain this outfit to your macho friends. And don't forget we'll be coming by. I'll even bring one of the posters with me in case you decide to take off any of your new outfit; so don't even think about it. Now, off you go like a good little girl and make us all proud!" Everyone started laughing as I ran from the ladies room to the parking lot to get my car. Off to Work I just sat in my car. I couldn't move. I was in the work parking lot in my parking spot. I looked in the rear view mirror at my eyebrows. I touched my earrings. I looked at my blouse and the outline of my bra, and I touched my new slacks. I could feel my panties and pantyhose underneath and I was supposed to go to work like this? There was no way. I couldn't. I thought of the consequences, the poster! It would surely cost me my friends and my job. What would I do then? My name would be mud. The only chance I had was to go into the office and not be noticed. I was able to put on my sports jacket, which covered most of my blouse and the entire bra. The slacks didn't look too obvious. The studded earrings would definitely be noticed, but a lot of guys had them now so why not me. I could feel the pantyhose rubbing against my thighs and a strange feeling went up my spine. They actually felt good and so did the panties. What was happening? How could I actually be liking that feel? I stopped thinking about it and headed into the office. I went straight into my office and closed the door. There was no way I was going out today. My secretary soon came in and said good morning. She immediately noticed my earrings and said she liked them and that they 'suited' me. I didn't know what to say. She reached over to get some papers off my desk, and then her eyes went to my blouse. "Wow, Richard you have on a blouse? It's very pretty but why are you wearing it?" I told her that my girlfriend had ripped my shirt the evening before at her house and that I either had to wear this or drive a long way home. "Oh, I see" she said, "Well anyway, I still think it looks pretty on you. You should wear one more often, you might get to like it." She left. I thought about what she said. "You might get to like it." The blouse did feel nice against my skin, but there was no way I was wearing it unless I had to. Janet visited my office about two hours later. She saw that I had barricaded myself in the office and was not pleased. I could see she had the poster under her arm, wrapped in brown paper. She entered my office and immediately called me 'Candice.' Thank goodness nobody heard her. "I see you did ALMOST everything I told you to do, but one thing." I asked what it was. "I never told you to wear that sports jacket. Now you will take it off, and then go and get me a cup of coffee like a good little girl!" she ordered while tapping her fingers on the poster. "Please don't make me do that," I pleaded with her. If I was going to make a stand it would have to be now. Before I knew it, Janet had taken my hand and led me into the office heading for the coffee machine. I was exposed! In front of the whole office! Everyone looked in aghast. I heard the whispering, the snickering, and the laughing. I broke down in tears in front of everyone. They just stared in horror as I retreated with Janet to my office. My job was over. I knew that my life would never be the same. I put my jacket back on and ran from the office with Janet screaming behind me to return. I kept going heading to my car. Janet caught up with me as I got inside. She reached in and took my keys. "Get over Candice, I will be doing the driving!" she commanded as I slid over. "You silly girl, you've just lost your job. Now what will you do? Come-on, you're coming home with me until we decide what to do with you." I just sat and sobbed. My New Life Begins Janet sat me down on her sofa and held my hand. "It's not so bad being a girl you know Candice. There's lots of advantages too you know. Tell me the truth, don't you enjoy the feel of your new clothes?" She held my chin and looked me in the eye. Tears were still running down my face. "You might as well accept it Candice. With your new tattoos, do you really think you will be able to get undressed again in front on a man or a woman? And the good news is, we're only getting started." I looked at her in horror. What did she mean? Seeing as I had no job now and no way to pay for my apartment, I decided to take Janet up on her offer to move in with her. She told me that she needed a housekeeper anyways, and that I could stay until I decided what to do. She did however tell me that she didn't want a 'man' living with her, so if I was to stay I would have to live as a 'woman,' at least while she was home anyway. I agreed reluctantly. The next day, I moved in. Janet told me that I was to continue jogging each morning, only this time from her house around a 3-mile path that she had measured out. This was to be a daily routine and I was to dress the same as when I was at the club. I was, of course, starting to really get into shape now, and with the diet I had been on, was losing weight and getting quite a toned body. My calves were actually starting to look a little muscular, similar to those of tennis players and figure skaters. My daily routine began with me doing all the household chores including laundry for us both. Janet bought me new clothes almost every day and insisted on me wearing them when she came home. I was really starting to learn how to dress more feminine now, and now wore short skirts and pantyhose and a blouse almost always at Janet's home. Occasionally, she would have some of her girlfriends over, and I would actually join in on their conversations. Discussions on makeup intrigued me and I was soon putting it on almost as well as they. I was now living and breathing 'female' air 24 hours a day. My hair was long and had been styled professionally by a friend of Janet's that came to the house to do it. She also had shown me how to do my nails and look after them properly. The down side of my new life was that I never got any sex from Janet. I only gave. She insisted on me giving what she termed a 'female blowjob' almost every morning before she went to work. She would sit at the table eating the breakfast I had prepared for her and then she would ask for 'the breakfast of champions.' I knew what this meant and would immediately get under the table and start servicing her while on my knees. She would always cum, but would never reciprocate. I would be left in frustration. Janet had bought a 'male chastity belt' on Ebay, and when it came I saw it consisted of an aluminum tube with a kind of handcuff clasp at one end. She slid the tube over my dick and then pulled the cuff around my balls attaching it with a padlock. "This will make it easier for you not to play with yourself, Candice." I started wearing the device all day, unable to get it off. I couldn't even see my dick anymore; all I saw was this tube between my legs. I wanted to cum so badly, I was going crazy. Janet continued to have me 'head bobbing' between her legs every morning. She told me that this would be her way of getting payment from me for the free room and board. She liked to reach down and squeeze my exposed balls while I was muff diving. She would squeeze them, making my dick expand into the tube and filling it. Of course it could only expand so much and then it would hurt like hell, waiting for a release that would not come. Janet would just snicker when this would happen. The more frustrated I got, the more I was willing to please her, trying desperately to get some kind of release to her amusement. Another Surprise One day, Janet returned from the office with Susan and her tattoo friend Mary. This was an unexpected visit, one that I was not too pleased about. I remembered the last time I met Mary. The evidence was still on my butt and shoulder and would be forever. Janet invited them for dinner and of course I did the serving, dressed in a new French maid outfit that Janet had so considerately bought for me. I now got to wear 4-inch heels as well, and my feet were getting used to them now. After dinner, we all sat down to chat. Janet started giving me wine and before long I was almost drunk. The three girls lifted me up and took me to bed. Before I knew it, the three of them had me spread eagled on the bed, with handcuffs attaching both my wrists and ankles to the bed. Janet continued to kiss me while they were confining me, re-assuring me that everything would be fine. I was so dazed from the wine; I hardly noticed when Susan's friend pulled out the mask. It was the strangest thing I had ever seen. It was a full head mask made of polished aluminum. Susan slipped it over my head. There were eye and nose holes and a long slit for my mouth. It felt so strange, but I was buzzed. I heard a snap around my neck and knew that the mask wouldn't come off now without help. Mary then took two metal bars, about 3 feet in length and screwed them into the side of the mask, around where my ears were. The other ends of the bars were then attached to the custom wrist cuffs where there were receptacles for the bar to be screwed into. Now, I realized that my head had been completely immobilized! It was too late to protest. I was at their mercy. "Okay, Candice now be still. We have some very delicate and very permanent work to do for you," Susan spoke gently in my ear. "If you ever thought you would be a macho man again, you can forget about it. This is going to be very permanent. So just lay back and enjoy it." I didn't have any choice but I knew I would never 'enjoy' it. Mary opened a small bag and pulled out several syringes. "Okay, sweetie, we'll start with those lips of yours and make them much fuller like Angelina Jolies. This would normally sting, but you're stoned so it shouldn't be too bad." I watched through the mask as she approached. I tried to move but couldn't. She started to push the needles into my lips and squeeze the collagen inside them. I could feel them getting puffy and expanding. They felt so strange. I was really getting woozy now. I must have passed out. I woke up in the morning feeling like I had a bad nightmare, but it wasn't. It had been real. Too real! I got out of bed and approached the mirror. Oh my God! My lips were swollen three times their normal size. Mary had also tattooed on permanent black ink around my eye rims and dark red ink around the edges of my lips. I rubbed them trying desperately to get the stains off. I remember the words 'permanent' and panicked. I tried to scream, but my lips were so swollen they hurt when I tried. I stood there crying. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around. Janet hugged me while I sobbed. "There there, honey, everything will be fine. You look so pretty now. You are going to enjoy being a girl I promise." This didn't stop the tears. "Mary will come in about a week and refill your lips for the last time. Then after the swelling has gone down, she promised to tattoo red permanent ink into your lips. You lucky girl, you won't ever have to wear lipstick or eye liner again! Now get dressed and put on something sexy. I want you to thank Mary in the proper way," she smiled. I had a feeling what she meant. When I came out in my maid's outfit, Mary was sitting on the couch with her legs apart. I could see she had no panties on. There was just no point in arguing. I knew what had to be done. Down I went on Mary. My new lips tingled when I touched her. I licked her as she held my head in position. "Mmmm?Good girl," she spoke as I bobbed up and down on her pussy. I was so horny, I wanted to cum so badly, but couldn't. I lifted my head, "Please take this off me," I said pointing to the device between my legs. "Oh, don't you worry Candice, we will take IT off soon enough, all of it!" She laughed and looked at Janet who also laughed. Janet then told Susan to take a turn. Susan told me to lie down on my back on the carpet. She then got down on her hands and knees and straddled me. She lowered her pussy onto my face while I began to service her. I could hardly breathe as she pushed down onto my face. I struggled to get out of her but she forced herself on me. Janet and Rosita then held my arms down while Susan had her way with me. Then to my surprise Susan turned around and lowered her other 'hole' onto my face. I could smell the remnants of her ass as she lowered herself, once again smothering my face. "Now be a good girl and clean it out properly, Candice," Susan commanded, with Janet and Rosita laughing, obviously enjoying the show. Finally I was finished. I wanted to throw up as Janet handed me a towel to clean my face. I never felt so degraded. I began to cry again. To be continued?