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Part One: Capture. I'd known Susan for about four years, ever since we'd started in the same office together. She was what I considered the perfect woman, good looking, funny as well as intelligent. And we clicked, so we became good friends. There was just one little problem. She was married to a guy called Jason whom I hated. To be honest the reason I hated him was that he was married to Susan, which is a circular argument. Apart from that he was okay. But when we went out, it was usually just the two of us, which was fine by me. We'd go and have a few drinks, chat and maybe take in a movie. That evening we'd just left a really nice Chinese in Leicester Square Susan was as stunning as ever with shoulder length blonde hair and a black suit with white blouse. As we walked along she attracted admiring glances from most of the guys around. I was just wondering if she was going to call it a night when she turned to me and said, "C'mon, let go and have a few more drinks." She proceeded to lead me off towards a pub with a decisive clip of her high heels. Every second in Susan's company was wonderful so I readily agreed. The pub itself looked traditional enough for a London bar, but as we got closer I saw the rainbow posters around the doors. "Hey," I pointed out. "This is a gay pub." "So?" she arched a well-shaped eyebrow. "You got a problem?" Before I could answer she continued: "Come on. Live a little, it might be fun." And so arm in arm with my best friend I entered a gay pub for the first time in my life. Inside it was a little disappointing. No one was mincing, no one wearing pink or any other clich?. Apart from the lack of women it could have been any other local pub I'd been in. Spying an empty table Susan immediately went over and sat down. I went to the bar and got us our drinks. The barman smiled quite a bit and it wasn't until I was walking away that I realised he had been flirting with me. Slightly red faced I sat down opposite my stunning companion. "Well?" she demanded, and when a blank look passed over my face she continued: "Have ever considered going with a man?" "No!" I shook my head. "'Course not." "Never?" she pressed. "No. Never." I stared back at her. When Susan got drunk she was prone to talk dirty and we'd had more than a few drinks. The subject, though, was making me uncomfortable. I was afraid every man in the place was listening to our conversation and I wasn't far wrong as it turned out. "You mean you've never wanted to try a dick up your arse?" "No." "You should, I can recommend it." She winked at me, simultaneously evoking an erection at the thought that she was willing to try anal sex and jealously that she was obviously referring to her bloody husband! On top of that she was implying I should be on the receiving end instead of giving! "I think I'd have to be a woman to go with a man," I replied. To this day I don't know why I said it, but it just came out. Susan arched an eyebrow and changed the subject to music. She had a real passion for music and I tried to look interested. To be honest, most of what I knew of music was as a result of talking to her but I loved to hear her voice. It was about an hour later when I rose, unsteadily, and headed off to the toilet. It seemed like the two of us had been chatting for ages with only a break whilst she went to the bar to get her round in. Now as I looked around for the men's room I remembered that I was in a gay pub. I momentarily considered holding on, but I was fit to burst so I headed towards the Gents. It was a small cramped toilet area, one cubicle and a pair of urinals. I went to one of the urinals and let out a stream with a sigh of relief. I was so busy making sure that I peed properly that I didn't notice that the door had opened behind me. When I'd finished my ablutions I turned to leave and saw two men standing by the door staring at me. One was about six-three and the other an inch or two shorter than my five-ten. The tall one had short dark hair and was dressed in a dark suit whereas his companion had medium length bleached hair and wore leather trousers and a T-shirt. They just stood there blocking the doorway and stared at me. "Excuse me, please," I said, a little too drunk to be intimidated. "You know, we're sick of you straight guys coming in here with your bitches just to make you think you're really macho and better than us." The tall one snapped. "No you're wrong," I began. "We just came in..." at that point the tall man stepped forward and punched me in the stomach. I was so shocked I didn't even try to dodge, and when he hit me it knocked the wind right out of me. I grunted a doubled over, and for a second thought I was going to be sick. The shorter guy stepped forward and hauled me to my feet. "It's about time you learnt what it is to be a bitch yourself." He hissed in my ear. I was about to respond when he waved something under my nose and I felt an almost physical hit as whatever it was knocked me unconscious. Part of me knew I'd inhaled some kind of drug, but I was too stunned to really take in what was happening to me. The next thing I knew was I almost naked on the floor with my clothes in a heap nearby. My two attackers were just pulling off my tie and shirt. That sobered me up and I tried to struggle free but was too stunned to offer more than a token resistance. Seconds later I was naked and they pushed me back against the wall. "What are you..." I began but the tall guy unzipped himself and pulled out the biggest penis I had ever seen. He then stepped forward and grabbed me in a passionate clinch. He pressed himself against me and kissed me forcefully. I tried to fight him off but I was still suffering the effects of the drug. His tongue probed my mouth and I found myself fighting for air. Between us I felt his penis rise as he got into it. I had never been kissed so aggressively before. I was vaguely conscious of a couple of flashes at the periphery of my vision. The tall man stopped kissing me and I began gasping for breath. Before I could clear my muddled head he had stepped behind and put an arm around my chest holding me up. I felt him nibbling my ear and then he grabbed my cock. I felt him pull back the foreskin and I gasped in surprise. In front of me the blond guy was taking photographs of the whole thing. Then his thumb began rubbing the head of my penis, and I found myself gasping and squirming in his grip. Under his manipulations my penis grew to its full seven inches. He held me for about thirty seconds massaging my engorged member; all the time I was well aware of his own cock pressing against my butt. Then he stopped and spun my around and at the same time pushed on my shoulders forcing me to my knees. My head was beginning to clear, and I found myself on my knees with the largest cock I've ever seen. Seeing it right in front of me I sobered up quickly. Up to this point I had been pretty much out of it, but now I was aware and started to back off. The tall guy still held my shoulders and he gripped them tightly. "Not so fast, bitch," he hissed. "You've got a choice. Either you get up, in which case my friend here opens the door and calls in your girlfriend. Can you dress in ten seconds? I'd be interested to hear what you'd say. Or, you can open up and do what you know I want." I looked up at him, consciously aware of what I was doing; aware that this was a major decision. My decision. He wanted me to suck his cock. I stared at it and tried to rationalise what was going on. If Susan saw me naked in the toilets of a gay pub would she believe me? Even if she did, she'd never respect me as a man. How could she respect someone who got into this situation, never mind feeling something more? It may have been the wrong decision but at that point Susan's opinion of me was too important. I couldn't have her thinking I was gay, but to accomplish that I had to act gay. Be gay? "Well? Are you going to be my woman?" He demanded. I looked back up at him. He had been listening to us earlier. He assumed that we were a couple and that I had been insulting gays. Somehow I didn't think he was going to let me explain. "You only have to take it in your mouth for a second. Come on baby. You want to please me?" He even stroked my cheek seductively. In answer to his question I nodded, and I could see his smile. "Go ahead and kiss it, sweetie," he ordered. Fighting back the urge to vomit I leaned forward and touched my lips to his cock. "That's it. Good girl. Now open up and lick the head." I obeyed and was surprised that it felt soft and silky against my tongue. At that moment I knew that I had passed the point of no return. I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue, but before I could respond he started to push his cock into my open mouth. "Oh that feels so good baby," he hissed. "Now put your hands around me and hold me tight." I did as he ordered, uncomfortably conscious of the camera flashing behind me. "Good girl," he said with a lust filled voice. I felt his pubes tickle my nose and then the cold of his zip touched it. I was having trouble breathing and as his cock touched the back of my throat it took all my self-control not to gag. I was kneeling naked on the floor with my face buried in some guy's crotch and his cock down my throat. Without being able to swallow I felt saliva beginning to build up, but didn't know what I could do about it. "Okay sweetie," the man said as he held my head. "We'll stay like this for a minute while you adjust. You see this is just the beginning, bitch. My friend has plenty of pictures of you now, so there's no way your girlfriend's going to believe we've overpowered you. If you don't want her and everyone else on your mobile getting copies you'll do what I say. Understand?" He gripped my head tighter indicating that I had better respond. I nodded, his penis still filling my mouth. His pubes were tickling my nose! "Good girl. Well, you said you had to be a girl to go with a guy, so we're going to make you our girl. Before we're through with you, you'll be a bitch to dick." Behind me the blond guy laughed and leaned forward to take a close- up of me with a cock in my mouth. "Get rid of the woman and come straight back here. Understand?" His eyes bore intently into my own. "We're not finished with you by a long shot." Part Two: Becoming a girl They left me to get dressed, unlocking the door on their way out. I hadn't even realised that they'd locked it. As I rummaged through my clothing I realised that they'd taken my underwear, wallet, mobile phone and my travel pass. They had me by the short and curly's! That was for sure! Susan looked up with a slightly troubled expression when I reached our table. "You okay?" she asked. "You've been gone almost fifteen minutes." Is that all? I thought that I'd been there hours. In less than a quarter of an hour I had lost control of my life. For a moment I considered telling her the truth and ending it right there and then. But as I looked into her eyes I knew that she'd never respect me again if she found out that I'd had a man's cock in my mouth. No respect, no chance of her ever being mine. "No I'm fine," I replied. My voice seemed unnatural and for a moment I thought I was going to burst into tears. "Guess I've drunk a little too much. I think we'd better call it a night for now." Susan nodded. She finished her drink and I followed her out of the bar, all the while conscious of eyes watching me. We walked to her bus stop where I waited with her to get her bus to Victoria. All the time she chatted happily about something or other and for the first time I didn't pay the slightest attention to her. Somehow I hoped this would all turn out to be a nightmare or that she would say that it did not matter and that she loved me. Instead Susan caught her bus and I found myself walking back to the gay pub with leaden steps, uncomfortably aware that I had no underwear on. When I walked in I saw my two attackers immediately. The tall guy smiled and gestured me over. I walked over and he indicated that I should sit next to him. I did as ordered. "Well, how's my new girlfriend?" he asked with a big smile over his face. I didn't reply so he put his arm around me and pulled me to him. I tensed up and he told me to relax. I tried my best. "Okay, now for the ground rules. We know girls like you take a little while to understand their place, but if you don't want to be punished you'll have to learn quick. Do you understand, young lady?" I nodded, and he shook his head. "No. No. When I ask a question, you answer. Either 'yes sir' or 'yes Master Kurt'. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I replied. "Good girl." He beamed at me and kissed me on the cheek. "Now, I'm Master Kurt, and this is Master Adam. Say hello to Master Adam." "Hello Master Adam," I said in a flat emotionless voice. "And your name is?" he asked, arching his eyebrows. "Dean," I replied. "No. It's Dianne, that Dee-Anne." He emphasised the pronunciation. "You're Slave Girl Dianne. Say it." "I'm Slave Girl Dianne," I replied. "Now tell me you're a cock hungry slut." "I'm a cock hungry slut." "Undo my zip and take out my cock." He ordered. When I hesitated, he added, "Or Master Adam will send a few pictures to your girlfriend." I looked around the pub, but the only other people there were a couple of guys enjoying a good tongue session. I realised there was nowhere I could turn for help. This was getting out of hand. But, I had no choice, so I reached over and undid his flies. Carefully, trying to touch it as little as possible, I pulled out his cock. "Good girl," he whispered. "Now start wanking it and kissing my neck." I started to pump his organ, feeling it grow as I did so, and I leant forward and planted a peck on his neck. "Keep kissing and wanking," he ordered. I couldn't believe it. I was kissing a man on the neck and wanking him off. It was a crazy situation. To prevent everyone I knew think I was gay I had to act gay. And there was nothing I could do about it. I could feel his cock growing, and after about ten seconds he put his arm around me and pushed my head towards his groin. I knew what he wanted, but instinctively resisted for a moment; the pressure increased and I relented. I opened my mouth and for the second time that night I had a cock in my mouth. The smell was the first thing I noticed; overpowering and manly. For a second I tried not to breathe, but in the end I inhaled through my nose filling my nostrils with manly odour. The second thing was the texture of his cock; it was silky smooth and not what I had expected. Earlier I had been stunned by the drug they had caught me with, but not now. Now I was fully aware. Aware of the taste of his cock and the way it swelled to fill my mouth. I was told that if I did not give a good blowjob, then Susan would receive an email full of images of me that Master Adam had already uploaded to the net. Just to prove it they showed me a mobile phone with a photo of me kissing Master Kurt. Under Kurt's instructions I tried my best to pleasure his cock with my mouth, conscious of Master Adam and his camera recording the whole thing. After God knows how long I fell a shiver run through the shaft and Master Kurt grabbed by head and began to pound his cock down my throat. I thought I was going to suffocate and then the back of my throat filled with a warm liquid as he came. Desperately trying to breathe through my nose I instinctively swallowed his seed. Finally his cock stopped pulsing and my head was let go as Master Kurt leaned back with a satisfied sigh. I tried to take a few deep breaths and look around for something to get the taste out of my mouth with. I felt terrible, and was on the verge of tears. My mouth had been violated! Raped! Before I could overcome the shock Master Kurt grabbed me in a tight embraced and began kissing me. As before his tongue explored my mouth and I submitted to him. One hand held me and the other undid my flies to massage my cock. I was mildly surprised to realise that it was hard. How could I get a hard-on whilst giving another man a blowjob? He stopped kissing me and whispered into my ear: "I see you enjoyed that, baby." He caressed my cock causing me to gasp. "That's good, because you're a natural cocksucker. And now you've drunk my seed. That makes you my girl now. Say it." With the taste of sperm in my mouth and a man's hand massaging my member I said, "I'm your girl." Part Three: Being a girl This night was getting out of control. It seemed everything I did to stop people from finding out what I'd done got me deeper and deeper into their web. Master Kurt had decided to leave the pub after I had given him the blowjob. And, with Master Adam recording everything with his digital camera we got a taxi. Master Kurt and I were in the back and he was all over me, massaging my cock and kissing me non- stop. I was forced to suffer from his attention and keep agreeing that I was his girl and say that I loved his cock. The whole time I was conscious of the taxi driver's disgusted expression. When we reached Master Kurt's place it got worse. The moment the door closed I was ordered to strip. Then standing buck-naked in the hall Master Kurt ran his hand over my body, caressing me and telling me how feminine I was. At one point he was gently wanking my hard cock and his other hand was exploring my buttocks. He probed a finger into my ass and I gasped in shock. "You like that?" He hissed in my ear. "My new girlfriend likes being touched there. Say it." The last part was an order. Inwardly, I kept denying where this was leading, but to Master Kurt I said that I liked his touch there. Embarrassingly my cock was standing to attention as a result of his ministrations. He kept the finger probing for a full thirty seconds before he turned me over the Master Adam. Master Adam was more my idea of a gay man; quiet and effeminate. He took me to the bathroom and ordered me to shower. After what I had been through the shower felt wonderful and I let the hot water cascade over me and I tried to let my mind go blank. This lasted for about twenty seconds then Master Adam turned the water off and whilst I stood dripping in the shower, he began to massage a cream into my body. I knew better than to argue so I submitted to his hands as they roamed all over my body from the neck down. He paid special attention to my balls through to my crack. It was embarrassing when my cock rose to his touch. What was happening to me? He simply smiled and went on with rubbing the cream in. When he was finished he left me standing in the shower alone. After a minute or so it my body began to tingle and after another minute it was getting very uncomfortable. Then, without warning, Master Adam turned the shower back on. Cold! The water hit me with such a shock that at first I didn't realise the tingling had stopped; then as I saw the cream swirling on the floor of the shower I noticed a lot of hair in it. All the hair had been washed off my body, from my underarms and my pubes. All gone! Master Adam threw a towel at me and I quickly dried off. The cold water was making me shiver almost uncontrollably. Somehow, now that I had been denuded I felt more vulnerable. Everything felt strange, the air on my skin and the touch of the towel. It was almost as if they had taken a part of me, part of my masculinity. Once I was dry Master Adam gestured for me to follow him, which I did. I was getting used to being naked around my new masters so I followed Master Adam without compunction into what looked like a spare room. There was a bed covered in various boxes, a large wardrobe and dressing table with large mirror and several small shelves of makeup material. He motioned for me to sit. I followed his instruction and found myself facing the mirror. "Master Kurt has special plans for you, Dianne," he announced as he stood behind me staring at my reflection critically. He then began to apply various creams and powders to my face. Under his ministrations I began to take on a new appearance. Mascara and eye shadow were applied, foundation and blusher were added and lipstick used to finish the illusion. The illusion that I was a girl. The illusion that I was Dianne. Then came the wig. It was a blonde wig that had hair coming down over my shoulders. I was mildly surprised when Master Adam took a minute or two to glue it in place. I kept my hair short so he did not have much trouble in fitting it. It felt strange having long hair and it tickled my ears and neck. I was left for a few seconds to stare at my reflection as Master Adam left the room. Here I was, naked in a gay man's house with all my body hair gone and from the chin up I had been made to look like a girl. The conclusion to these proceedings was obvious and I was still trying to wrack my brains for a way out. In all honesty I felt the same as a rabbit does staring at approaching headlights. All I could do was wait for the inevitable. Master Adam came back with a glass of water. "Here. Drink this and take these," he ordered handing me the glass and a pair of small white tablets. "What are they?" I asked, taking them from him. "Just a little something to help you relax. Take them." I knew I had no choice so I downed the tablets and finished the water. I couldn't help but notice the lipstick mark on the glass as I put it down. Master Adam stood behind me again and looked at me critically for a few moments. He then selected a lacy white bra that he me put on me from behind. It was a little tight but I did not dare complain. Then he fitted some pads into the cups. They were plastic and flesh coloured. Out of curiosity I reached up and touched one. It was soft. They gave the illusion that I had breasts, as long as no one looked too closely. I was given a matching thong, which barely cupped my balls and slipped between my cheeks. A white suspender belt followed. Master Adam then instructed me on how to roll a pair of stockings up my legs; ensuring that I pointed my toes and smoothed them as I went. The feeling of stockings on my hairless legs was unusual and not altogether unpleasant. Rather worryingly my cock was getting hard again. How could this be happening? "Normally, you'd apply your makeup after getting dressed." Master Adam said, scrutinising my appearance in the mirror. "Especially if you're wearing white." With a flourish he produced a white mini dress. "Otherwise," he continued, "you might mark what you're wearing." I was given the dress and held it up against my body. It was very short and sleeveless with a halter neck. I didn't know what the material was but it had a slight sheen and was soft to the touch. I felt my cock stir in my G-string and Master Adam smiled at the response. Once I had the dress on I had to admit I didn't look half bad, that is Dianne didn't look half bad. If she hadn't been me, I'd have been tempted by her myself. She wasn't as curvy as some women and in the tight dress I noticed that she had a slight paunch. I hadn't noticed that before. I was later to realise that her bum was not as well developed as I'd have liked (to fit the image of course!) but we can't have everything can we? "Well, we're done here," Master Adam announced, with some satisfaction in his voice. "Just one thing left." He smiled and held up a pair of white pointed toed high heels. Five minutes later I was tottering on my new heels into the lounge. It had taken me a few minutes to get my balance and learnt to walk. I found that I had to lift my feet and not drag my heels. It was a very different way of walking. One of the problems with my dress was that when I walked I felt the hem sliding up over my thighs. It was very high to begin with and I was tugging it down every few steps. It made me feel very vulnerable. Part Four: Becoming a woman Master Kurt was standing nearby, eyeing me up and down appraising. The seriousness of my situation hit me again. I was trapped here and there was no going back. "Two hours ago you said that you'd have to be a woman to go with a man," he said with his eyes locked onto mine. "Well, now you are. Get over here." I found myself staring into his eyes and obeying without any thought of saying no. It was like I had no will over my own. He put his arms around and ordered me to put mine around his neck, automatically taking the feminine position. God! I could feel the warmth of his touch through the dress! We danced to silent music. "You're still the bitch. You do as I tell you." He hissed in my ear. "Understand?" I nodded, with my head turned to one side a resting against his chest. He had me completely dominated now, and a small part of me was secretly enjoying it. His hands slid down my back and cupped my backside, squeezing and tightening his hold so that our groins ground against each other. Through the thin dress I was acutely aware of his erection pressing against me. Leaning forward Mastered Kurt began to kiss my neck. "You make a very beautiful girl. Tonight, I'm going to make you a woman." My eyes widened in terror at the thought of what that might mean. He smiled at that and kissed me forcibly. As his tongue explored my mouth I felt his whiskers tickling my face. Stupidly enough, my main concern was what to do with my hands. I didn't want to hold him tighter as I was afraid it would give the impression that I was getting into the man-on-man action, and I didn't want to anger him by pushing him away. In the end I simply held on to him very lightly. All the while Master Kurt continued his tongue assault and pressed against me. Finally he stopped kissing me and I managed to take a deep breath. "Look," he said, nodding to a nearby mirror. I saw myself in his arms. "You make a hot looking bitch. Let's see if you've got a hot mouth. Get on your knees." As always the thought of refusal never entered my mind; I had gone too far already. I sank to my knees, conscious of my reflection following suit, looking for all the world like a woman about to pleasure her man. Which I supposed I was. Slowly, delaying the inevitable, I undid Master Kurt's fly. His manhood was straining to get out and it literally sprang into my face. I could smell him, a deep musky masculine odour that was now intimately familiar to me. Master Kurt was holding my head gently, stroking my hair; well my wig. "Go on, bitch, kiss it," he ordered. I leaned forward and kissed the end of his penis. It was warm to touch. I knew more was expected so I kissed it again and finally opened my touch to take it in. "Slowly, this time," he whispered. "Taste it with your tongue. Worship your master's cock with reverence." I let my tongue flick across the end of his cock and as it wasn't so bad I did so again slowly. His cock was really hard now and pre-cum was beginning to leak from the end. I didn't want to taste it, but I knew that I had no choice so I leaned in and licked his cock-head, exploring it with my tongue. Master Kurt sighed and pushed his cock forward so I found myself licking the shaft as my mouth was filled up. "You'll grow to enjoy this, bitch," he said as he slowly pumped my mouth. "Look at what you've become." I knew he meant the mirror and also knew what I'd see. I could clearly see my femme self on my knees with his cock in my mouth. Slowly, over the next ten minutes, Master Kurt instructed me in the finer art of cock sucking. I learned to clean his cock-head with my tongue and how he liked to roughly fuck my mouth, how to kiss and lick his heavy balls and to be his utter bitch. Finally, he began pumping my mouth hard and after a minute or so of this I felt his cock twitch, and he let out an exclamation as he came down my throat. He held me tightly and I was forced to swallow his seed again. Finally he had finished and he looked down at me. There was a cruel smile on his face. "I see you enjoyed that," he announced, rubbing my cock with his foot. I glanced down and was surprised to see it hard and straining against the material of my dress in a very non-feminine way. How could it be hard? "Don't worry, you'll be getting plenty of cock. Stand up." I obeyed, feeling my dress ride up as I stood. I tried to smooth it down but Master Kurt pulled me to him and pulled it up to the waist exposing me. I felt my cock pressing against him. "Thank me for letting you suck my cock," he ordered. "Thank you," I said, my eyes looking down. "Look me in the eye and thank me properly." I looked him in the eye. "Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Master." "Look at yourself in the mirror." I did as he ordered and Master Kurt stood behind me. I was aware of my hard cock bouncing free and was surprised to see my makeup was smudged. Master Kurt reached down and pulled down my thong. It slipped down to my knees, sliding over the shiny material of the hold-ups, paused then fell down to my ankles. Master Kurt edged me forward towards the mirror and I stepped out of them. He was staring at me through the mirror. "Tell me you love being my bitch." "I love being your bitch." "Again." "I love being your bitch." Master Kurt slowly began pumping my cock, which responded to his touch. "Keep saying it, and look at yourself." I found my voice wavering, but I obeyed. "I love being your bitch. I love being your bitch. "I love being ... oh." He had pulled back my foreskin and was rubbing my cockhead with thumb. Gulping as the intense feelings flowing over me I tried to continue. "I-I love being your bitch. I I-I-love being your bitch." We continued like this for god knows how long. Then I felt the build up, and first beginnings of a cum. "Oh God!" I said. "I love being your bitch. I love being your bitch." I was saying it without thinking now, in time to Master Kurt's manipulations of my cock. I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of my reflection and now I was overwhelmed by the feelings that Master Kurt was initiating. When I finally came it was like my cock had exploded in a wave of pleasure. I remember squealing as he pumped me dry; my cum splattering the mirror. I collapsed back into Master Kurt breathing hard. He held me up with one hand whilst the other was continuing to gently wank my still hard cock. As he felt me relaxing into him, he rubbed his thumb over my sensitive cockhead. I gasped at this and he raised the thumb to my mouth. Without resisting I licked it clean. Hell, I'd already swallowed his load! His thumb returned to my cock and again he offered it to me. Time he held his thumb further away until I stuck out my tongue to lick it clean. He smiled at me through the cum stained mirror. He knew it, I was bitched. "Clean the mirror," he ordered. I knew what was required and leaned forward to lick the cum off of it. I won't say that the mirror was cleaned, between my tongue marks and the remains of my lipstick; but I did clean off all the cum and Master Kurt was happy. Part Five: Being a woman After his gentleness when I had cum, I thought that he would hold me some more. Instead he yanked me roughly by the wig and pulled me towards him. I found myself tottering on the heals, fighting to keep my balance as he pulled me roughly towards a nearby sofa. I was also aware of my cock swinging free as my dress was still bunched up around my waist. Master Kurt didn't say a word as he pulled me to the sofa and pushed me so I was lying over the arm. I lay there for about a minute while I could hear him undressing and moving about. I wanted to get up. I wanted to leave. Instead I laid still with my bare ass on display. Finally he was back. I had seen him undress out of my peripheral vision and knew he was naked. I felt him apply something cold and wet to my crack and begin to rub it in. I was shaking. "Please don't do this," I begged. "I-I'll suck you off. Just don't..." Master Kurt was inserting a finger in my hole. "Yes you will suck me off, but first I want some cherry." I didn't know what else to do, so I submitted. Just as I had done all night. "Beg me to fuck you," Master Kurt whispered. Any pride or resistance I'd had was long gone. I was now this man's sex object. His woman. "Fuck me. Please fuck me," I began all the time fully aware of every sensation of being lubed up. "Fuck me, fuck... oh God!" For a moment his finger probed deeply and touched something that sent a shiver of pleasure through me. For a while after that he didn't finger fuck me as deep and I found myself pushing back to get him deeper. And I was still begging him to fuck me. Then another finger went in and I squirmed as I felt my ass being stretched. What I really wanted was for him to probe deeper. Confusion and shame washed over me when I realised how I was reacting. Master Kurt laughed. "You're gagging for it, I can tell. Don't worry you'll get it." He pulled his fingers out and I suddenly felt empty. Master Kurt had me lay on sofa looking up at him. He was naked and I found myself looking at him. After all we had done together this was the first time I had seen him naked. My eyes kept wandering to his condom- covered cock that was pointing straight at me. He climbed onto the sofa between my legs and I found myself shaking. He smiled at me and began to massage my erect cock. Then he gently picked up one leg and put it on his shoulder, being careful of the heel I wore. Then he raised the other one. As he leaned forward I was doubled over with my knees against my chest, feeling very vulnerable. Master Kurt shunted up and I felt his cock pressing against my opening. Now that the moment had arrived I felt cold fear, even as his warm penis pushed against my opening. I wanted to tell him to stop, but my mouth was dry and all I could do was make an O with my lips. Master Kurt's eyes were staring directly into mine. He never broke eye contact, even when he reached down to position his cock. Then he pushed. I felt my eyes get wider with shock. He'd loosened me up with his finger-play, but his cock was much bigger. I instinctively clench my cheeks to repel the invader. Lubed as it was I had no hope. He stopped pushing however. "Relax." He ordered, looking in my eye intently. "If you clench up, it'll hurt more." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss me gently. "All virgins panic a little, but this will make you a woman. Relax." I knew that I had no choice so I tried to unclench. Master Kurt smiled when he felt me obeying. Slowly he pushed further in. I swear my eyes were popping out of their sockets, but still he pushed. I thought I was splitting in two. After what seemed like hours I felt his hairy balls tiggling my buttocks. He was all the way in. "Welcome to womanhood," Master Kurt whispered. I didn't say anything, just stared at him open mouthed. I felt so full. Then he started to pull out. I could feel his every movement intimately. He pulled back until he was half out and then pushed in again. Again and again, slowly at first but with increasing pace. The discomfort began to fade and I just felt full. Then he touched that spot deep inside and I felt an involuntary shudder of pleasure. Without thinking I started pushing forward to meet his thrusts so he would touch it again. Master Kurt smiled as slowed his fucking and didn't push as deep. "Beg me to fuck you," he ordered. Without thinking I said, "Fuck me Master. Fuck me!" He resumed his pumping and I sighed in pleasure. Whenever I stopped begging he slowed so in the end I was virtually screaming for it. The orgasm hit me before Master Kurt came but I involuntarily clenched his penis as I spasmed and felt him begin to pump his seed as this sent him over the edge. My own penis was splashing ropes of cum between us, some of it landed on his chest; most of it went over me. When we were finished Master Kurt stood up pulled out his still hard cock with an audible plop. I suddenly felt empty. "Clean me," he ordered. I immediately got up, feeling sore and empty. I sank to my knees, pulled his condom off and began to clean him with my mouth. Master Kurt, who was obviously very sensitive there, gasped and grabbed the sides of my head. He tasted of cum and lubricant. After a minute he pulled out without cumming and I found myself feeling disappointed. Part Six: Release? After this I was allowed to clean myself and dress in my old clothes. No amount of washing could rid me of the experience, or the memory of how disappointed I was when Master Kurt had stopped. I hated to admit it but I wanted to be fucked more. Back in my drab, boring, male clothes it felt like an anti-climax. Downstairs Master Kurt and Master Adam were waiting in the hall. Master Kurt was wearing a towelling robe that he hadn't done up. I found myself staring at his dick and getting hard. "I see that you enjoyed being a woman and being with a man," Master Kurt said, seeing where I was looking. I didn't know what to say, so I stared at the floor. "Come back to the bar on Friday and bring something suitable to wear," Master Kurt ordered. My heart leapt, I would be his woman again. Master Kurt was continuing. "If you don't come, we won't do anything. You're a free woman now." Woman? Yes, he had made me into a woman. His woman. I knew I'd keep our date on Friday. As I left, I was trying to decide what to wear on Friday. I'd have to get fashion advice my Susan.