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Country Girl Day One Later By Lauren Westley
(Authoress's note: of course all disclaimers are still in place regarding
characters etc., except for one small truth since so many readers asked me
to answer this question. Most of the things I write about I did at some
point in my life. Perhaps they were not with as many people but at least
one person was there. And they were absolutely not done in the order
written and there are some things I've done that haven't made it into any
of my stories yet. And yes, the motivation of being forced fem never fades
for me. If anything the scent becomes more pungent. Thanks to all my
readers.) Lauren Westley.
Mr. Houser came in through the door carrying a black duffle bag. Behind
him, two or three others men wearing motorcycle boots came in carrying
assorted things, which they somewhat noisily, dropped to the floor in what
could only be called a casual foyer. I couldn't really see clearly what
those things were for several reasons. First, as you know, my face had all
Master Cock's cum, some of which was stuck to one of my eyelids in a
stringy web and glob which left me with a somewhat translucent focus. And
of course having to look down at only their cocks didn't help either.
Master Cock leaned to my ear and whispered, "Don't move!"
Then he left me standing there almost in the center of the room as he
walked over to the new guests. To my left was the table and to my right
was the living room. In front of me, a bit to the right, was the front
door. I could hear them talking although I couldn't distinguish the words.
Sir Houser's comment however rang out more loudly then the others as he
said, "Well, if we use this we can let the bitch dry out while we relax."
"It's great when you come on these escapades Houser. Yes, it always adds a
new dimension. Hey Prissy, take off your maid dress and leave everything
else on. And don't mess up your new face cream," Master Cock commanded.
I must tell you at this point I had already begun to lose that pent up
femininity which had led me on this path. Oh, I thought I knew what being
a submissive female cunt would be like. Yes, it was pretty set out in my
imagination. Even when I signed the contract I had realized it didn't
cover all possibilities but the problem with my submissive dreams was that
I was the creator as well as the subject. But in reality the creator is
the dom and I was learning this quite quickly. The licking of the toilet
seat was never in any fantasy I had imagined before I arrived at the
cabin.
And you may wonder why did I do it so quickly? Why did I submit so easily?
Well, you quickly find out what a pussy you are when a real man has your
wrist in his grip and moves you like a rag doll. If I hadn't peed earlier
I'm sure I would have peed myself then.
Everything up to the bathroom this morning had still seemed within my
control but after the bathroom scene earlier I was losing all sense of
having ever been a man or more then an object. Actually, I know you might
be surprised by this; I wasn't even getting a sexual stimulation out of
all this. (Oh, don't fret, since I know the story so I can tell you this.
As I became use to the force and my place I certainly became aware of my
sexuality again. But more on that later.)
So, reaching to the zipper on the back of my little black maid's dress
(yes, you do need two hands so you had better do your stretches girls) I
held the top with my two left fingers and pulled the zipper down, down,
down. The zipper on this outfit ended about 5" below my waist.
The dress easily fell off to floor and I realized Master Cock's comment
about my 'face cream' had little to do with me removing my dress then
humiliating me in front of the new guests, I could feel their stares not
only on my undressing but also their eyes focusing on my cum drenched
face. (I'm sorry for these asides but many readers, especially subs, have
requested some of this and I will try to do it while not disturbing those
who don't care. But, for those of you who ask 'does cum smell rancid etc.
all I can say is it smells a lot nicer than a man's armpit but you will
never find it as aromatic as a herbal bath until your estrogen level
cancels all your testosterone. I'm not sure that will happen but you don't
see woman complaining about many natural male smells. I don't mean BO, no
one really likes that.)
There I was standing in my Mary Janes, black thigh stockings, sea green
panties with matching sheer bra my hair topped by a little maid's cap. I
had no jewelry so all I wore was Master's cum and my red lips shining
through. My red fingernails at my side accented by the black stockings
while I thought not of what was going to happen but instead of the sea
green panties and what the new guests would think if they saw them. My
face flushed with that thought and I knew I was not the least bit in
control instead my dreams, which had been filled with deviant thoughts,
were now the reality of humiliation.
One of the new guests walked over to me and put a collar around my neck.
When the collar was secured he took his hand (which felt massive) and
rubbed my ass before finally attaching a leather leash to the collar. He
held the leash with his hands only a foot or so from my neck and walked
forward towards the front door. I knew to keep my eyes down towards the
blue jean covered crotches of three other men besides Master Cock and Sir.
My leash holder stopped and one of the other men walked over to me. His
belly distended from obviously drinking too much beer and his smell was a
foul mixture of unwashed, sweat and clothes worn too long. He started
playing with my breasts. And even though they weren't very large the
feeling was definitely my tits rolling in his large hands as the sheer bra
rolled with them. I can't explain the feeling well since it was the first
time I had been palmed in such a rough manner. Just earlier Master Cock
had pulled my nipples. The hormones had definitely changed this part of
me.
Then his other hand went behind me and grabbed my left ass cheek. His
forced pulled me towards him and he was rubbing against me while laughing
and snorting. He was also over 6 feet tall since my eyes barely came up to
his chest. Grinding his belly (since his penis was no where near me) he
said too all near, "Yeah, oh yeah, this bitch is in heat."
Then the man holding my leash said, "Here Houser, she's all yours; at
least for the moment."
Houser took the leash and told BikerMan whom he called Phil to stop
playing around saying, "We've got plenty of time to have fun with this
pussy but first things first."
BikerMan moved away.
Houser walked me around the other side of the room to the left of the
fireplace where there was another door which he then opened pulling me
along. I heard the other men following behind. I wanted to say something;
to ask a question. But, obviously, only a spanking or some other
punishment would come so I kept quite reminding myself of the sounds I was
allowed. I could moan, whimper, and answer questions without using, "no".
A bit of fear swept over me when I looked peripherally around the room. It
was just a plain room, the size of a second bedroom but I could see a
stockade up against the wall and some different spreader bars. I wanted to
look up but I didn't want to be spanked. I was still sore. The fear made
me almost pee in my panties and I pondered what would I do when I really
had to pee.
Behind me a bag dropped, a zipper ground open and someone came up putting
an elastic sleeper (I'm not sure what to call those things you get on an
international flight to keep the light out) over my head. Making sure not
to get his hands anywhere near Master Cock's cum, which had almost dried
on my face, he held the mask part away from my face stretched a bit from
the elastic and when it was in place he let go and the mask covered my
eyes. I felt it squish into the cum near my eye. This large glob hadn't
nearly dried yet and it felt messy.
"But," I uttered, "We have a contract. Stop please."
Then a slap on my ass and Houser's voice saying, "Yes, we have a contract
that we'll all abide in. So, just keep your panties on dear," he spoke
more kindly then I had heard during the last 24 hours. "However, we will
be exploring many things you may not have counted on and from now on we
make the plans and you obey. You will become more feminine then you ever
imagined. More docile then you thought possible. And, more submissive then
any dream you ever had."
And with that he didn't spank me again. Instead there was a bit of
gentleness which of course wouldn't last for long but for the moment
alleviated the fear that had made me speak out of turn. Actually he had
gained even more power over me with this kindness then earlier when he had
me lick the toilet clean. I can't explain it but I actually felt more
submissive and even found myself trying somehow, I'm not sure if it wasn't
just in my mind, to appear even more feminine.
But, this pleasantness faded quickly as I was told to put my arms in front
of me and after two others held them a soft wrist spreader was secured.
What I didn't know until a bit later was the ring in the center, the ring
in the ceiling and the rope that would raise my arms over my head while
someone took off my Mary Janes. In just minutes I had been hoisted up so I
could only touch the floor with the balls of my feet. It was like being in
the highest heels ever. Next something was brought up to my rear (yes my
rear). I felt someone pinch my panties and then a snip, some jelly
squirted in my ass hole and finally what I thought was a butt plug pushed
up my rectum.
"Wow Houser," another man said, "you really know how to turn up the heat."
With that I felt cuffs around my ankles with another rope hold me steady
in place. I couldn't move forward or backwards.
Then some sort of ball gag was inserted in my mouth. Houser told me that
unlike other ball gags this one was unique. If I bit down a bit with my
teeth I would get some water to quench my thirst. He said this was a
humane restraint when the time would be over an hour. With that he told me
to try it and of course my mouth filled with some cool water. I swallowed
and it felt good. I almost thanked him but of course I couldn't make any
sound other then a 'hummpphh' which was allowed.
Houser said, "You're welcome, sweetie. We are going out for a while and
just thought you'd prefer some quiet time while you contemplate your
femininity, your submissive and the object that we and many others will
enjoy over these next weeks regardless of any pleasure you may get. But,
when you do feel like having an orgasm you will have one that is the
closest to what a woman feels when having an orgasm. Either you can hump
your panties, rub against something, have someone rub your pussy or you
can dream you came. But you will not be touching your clit except to wash,
put on and take off your panties and anything us we men say you can do."
"Now we MEN are going out for a hike, fish or whatever we feel like doing.
Understand we tied you up because we enjoy it and not because we are going
out because there is no where you could get to from here on your own. Oh,
and by the way, you will have to hurry to do your chores when we return."
With that he patted my fanny and I heard the men walk out and the door
closed. A key turned in the lock and I nearly cried since I was alone. But
before a tear could have formed I heard a sound and then realized, as the
fake penis in my ass began to move, I had been hooked up to a 'machine
fucker'. A rotating cam pushing the penis in and then pulling it out and I
had no way to move away. just to be penetrated by it.
What I didn't know was outside on the plasma screen four images were being
sent from the four cameras in the room but even more it was being recorded
for their porno collection.
Time passed, my thirst quenched by squeezing the ball gag as my ass hole
felt the rhythmic pulsating penis sliding easily in and out. All of a
sudden the penis stopped moving and felt like it inflated a bit. More time
passed and by now I was sure I would be a good girl if only they would
come back. I would be as feminine as possible if only they would come
back. I took some more water and this time I did cry. I cried like any
girl would have cried. I was sure I did because I had been told I was a
girl. But, I wasn't just any girl, I was something very few women ever are
and even less transgendereds. I was a submissive feminine object for the
pleasure of men. My wants would not be of any importance.
Finally, I heard a key in the door and the latch click. The door squeaked
as it opened. I hadn't heard it before but now my ears heard everything
since I had loss one of my senses during my bondage. First I felt the
mouth gag removed. Then I felt the penis pounder moved out of my ass and
then I was raised a tiny bit more. But, before I could even wonder why, I
felt a pair of very high heel shoes put on my feet, I was lowered just a
bit fitting into them. The ankle cuffs were removed, my arms were lowered
in front of me, but the wrist cuffs were not removed. My blindfold was
pulled off may face like a Band-Aid coming off a wound.
A warm wet towel was put into my hand and I was told I could wipe my face
clean. This kindness again made me forget my ordeal and as I removed the
dried cum from my face and felt the comforting warmth of the wet towel I
tried hard to be inside what I was now outside and that was an
appreciative cunt. My ass hole was wide opened and felt like a used pussy.
I realized I had begun to be what is called 'forced-fem'. I didn't mind at
this moment I only wanted to please.
I felt the leash reattached to my collar and with my eyes demurely looking
down I saw this cock on a different man then any others I had met (well
met isn't exactly the right word). This man had a wide black leather belt
with studs on it. His cock was black, long and thick and stuck out of his
fly for me to see. So, I wondered, it was true? And I realized my brain
was being washed. I was now looking at my first black cock and wondering.
I decided this man would be BeltMan. In my mind I was naming them all.
"Come along bitch," he said as he pulled the leash leading me out to the
living room. I almost teetered on the high heels but managed not to fall
down. In the living room I could see the plasma screen with four pictures
of me while I was bound. Sitting around watching me on the screen were
Master Cock, Sir Houser, BikerMan and another man who I hadn't seen
before. This man was sitting just in his underwear and was extremely
hairy. He looked like a gorilla so my mind called him GorillaMan. However
when answering anyone I was to say Master to Master Cock and Sir to the
rest unless instructed otherwise.
Master Cock asked me if, "I liked being a girl?"
There was no other reply I could make other then, "Yes Master."
To which he told me to walk around in front of the men. (You should know
that my eyes were to be lowered in front of males but I only really had to
do it when I would be able to see the crotch or cocks.) So, I walked
around, my calves killing me in the high heels. They had a leather strap
wrapping just around both my ankles and of course metal rings on the
inside and outside. As I walked around to the left; BeltMan walked around
to the right and took the empty seat. The sofa was really three separate
chairs pushed together and there were two other matching chairs.
"Ok, girl," Master Cock continued, "now get on your hands and knees like
the little pussy cat we want you to be."
I began to kneel down and slipped because of the high heels falling on my
ass. BikerMan laughed the loudest and with the crook of his finger called
me over to him. I started crawling in front of the coffee table but I
heard a stern, "NO," from Sir Houser. I stopped and someone moved the
coffee table and Houser continued, "The shortest distance for you is
passing the most cocks." So I restarted my crawl. Master Cock was to my
right (or to the left of Plasma screen. (Perspective is every thing.) He
grabbed my leash and asked me if I would like everyone on my way to
BikerMan to spank me. I hesitated in my answer so he said, "I guess your
silence means you like it extra hard. Right?"
My murmured reply was, "Yes Master you are right I would like it hard." So
there I was with my blond hair draping over my shoulders, my sea green bra
and panties with a new hole in them, black stockings and very high heels
as he pulled me perpendicular to him and spanked me 5 hard whacks. Then
the leash was handed to GorillaMan and he pulled the leash so I had no
choice but to have my nose about 10 inches from his white (although there
was a little pee stain) underwear.
"Do you like hairy men girl?" GorillaMan asked.
"Yes Sir," I replied.
And then he turned me to the side, rubbed my ass and pussy adding his 5
hard smacks. By this time I was whimpering and I was handed off to
BikerMan who was unzipping his fly. He pulled his pants down and tugged my
head by the leash into his crotch. He was quite stinky and his penis
seemed small because of his fatness but truth again turned out to be one's
perspective.
My mouth went around his cock with my whole head buried in his blubbery
flesh and very hairy pubic area. The table behind me was pushed aside and
I felt a finger fingering my open asshole through the hole in my panties
that had been made for the 'penis plunger'. Someone had changed whatever
was on the screen and the audio I heard was a definite gangbang fuck
movie.
"Yes, yes another 20 days and you'll be ready for the circus honey," I
think the BeltMan said. Whoever was behind me heaved up a load of spit and
phlegm and it dropped into my gaping asshole. His penis followed. I was
there on my knees sucking the BikerMan with an odor I wanted to throw up
from. Now I understood why woman wanted to smell good because they wanted
to ward off some of the bad odors of the men they were sleeping with.
BikerMan grabbed my ears (apparently men liked to hold on to something as
they fuck) and started sighing as his penis extended onto my tongue. The
penis in my ass was hot and long. I think it was poking my stomach. I even
thought it might come out through my belly button.
It was pretty obvious BikerMan was going to come long before whoever was
inside me. I wasn't surprised when BikerMan started to cum. But I was
surprised by his pre-cum which was very watery and copious. His cum globs
were not as much as Master Cock. He sighed and held my ears.
After finishing he pulled out and told me to swallow right awayand start
to clean his balls with my tongue; this while I was being fucked in the
ass. I was lapping his smelly balls for an eternity before whoever was in
me came a thick sticky load."
After, what turned out to be Sir Houser, pulled out of my ass he asked,
"Who's next?"
All the others said later and I was told to get up and thank the gentlemen
and then go put on another dress but to leave everything else I had on.
Getting up I realized really I had to pee and soon. So, I stood and said
thank you to both BikerMan and Sir Houser saying, "Thank you Sirs for
finding time to use me."
I tried to figure out how to signal I had to go pee. I rubbed my legs
together but the first thing GorillaMan said was, "Oh do you want another
spanking?"
What could I answer but, "Yes Sir," and I went over to him standing in my
heels as he took my wrist and slapped my ass for another 5 wallops. With
that I decided to deal with the whole pee thing later.
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