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Blackmailed into becoming a TV Slut
This is an adult story featuring gay sex. If this offends please do not
read.
Any similarities to living persons is entirely coincidental.
Enjoy,
Dianne
PART 1
It was love at first sight when I saw Kelly. She was just the type of
woman that I had always wanted. She had sultry dark eyes that you could
just sink into as you listened to that sexy voice of her's. She had long
dark hair and long shapely legs that she always showed off with a short
tight skirt and heels. Never trousers, always a skirt.
The first time I saw her she had just joined the firm I worked for as the
CEO's new PA and was doing the introductions that all newcomers to the
company went through. In this case the CEO himself came around proudly
introducing Kelly and obviously eyeing her up. She went through the
routine of saying hello and forgetting our names almost immediately.
Or so I thought.
She was wearing a dark pinstripe skirt suit that was quite low cut. As she
shook my hand she learnt forward and I caught a glimpse of the cleft
between her breasts and the frilly top of her bra. I got hard instantly
and quickly looked up embarrassedly and found myself staring into her
eyes. It looked like she was watching me intently for a moment then she
smiled, shook my hand and left my cubicle.
The only signs of her passing were the lingering scent of her perfume and
my hard on.
With a sigh I thought 'Out of your league, old son.' and turned back to my
PC.
Over the next fortnight I saw Kelly around the building and was mesmerised
by her beauty. She was always smart, sexy and, to my mind, completely
unobtainable. I heard that Patrick, one of our top salesmen, had been
chasing her and gotten a date on the Friday of her first week. Pat was a
womaniser who made it a point of 'breaking in' the company's new girls.
During Kelly's second week Pat, came into work on the Monday and not only
uncharacteristically admitted that he had not had sex with Kelly but said
that she was a wonderful person. Pat also moved on to another company that
same week, much to the relief of most of the female staff.
Then on the Friday of her second week I had the chance to speak to her.
She required some figures for a board meeting and I was the one she
emailed the request to. I printed the figures up, quickly combed my hair
and sucked on a breath mint, then rushed over to her office.
After knocking on her door and being inviting in my heart was hammering in
my chest. When she smiled at me I almost passed into cardiac arrest.
"Andy," she said smiling and rising from behind her desk. "Thanks for
these. You're a life saver."
"I, uh, you..." It wasn't one of my coolest moments.
Kelly looked resplendent in a white silk blouse, short black skirt, dark
tight and patent court shoes.
She came up to me, took the paper, and began to look through whilst
leaning in close. Her proximity gave me another raging hard on and I was
desperate to escape before she noticed it pushing against my trousers.
Instead Kelly stepped in even closer and started questioning me about the
figures on the spreadsheets. The questions were simple ones such what does
this column mean, but I was so flustered I didn't notice. I was terrified
that she would notice my dick bulging in my trousers.
"So, what are you doing this weekend" Kelly asked, shuffling the papers
back into order and staring at me.
I felt like I was caught in a spotlight as her eyes bore into mine.
"Um, nothing much. A few pints down the pub. You?"
She smiled coltishly and played with a loose strand of hair. "Nothing
planned." Then he gaze turned back onto me. "Unless you want to ask me out
to dinner."
And so I did. And my life was changed beyond recognition.
We went out straight from work catching the tube up to the West End and
having a meal in Chinatown. I had spent the afternoon with a whole swarm
of butterflies in my stomach, but once the date started I settled down and
enjoyed myself. Besides being beautiful, Kelly was bright intelligent and
witty.
There were warning signs, though. Signs that could have given me an
indication that things weren't quite on the level. Firstly, we insisted
that I tell no one we were going out. She said that it was because she did
not want any of the usual office gossip, but I suspected that she had an
ulterior motive.
The second warning came during dinner. Being in Chinatown we were near
Soho, one of London's premier gay hangouts. It was inevitable that we
would see groups of gay guys wandering about.
"Have you ever thought about having sex with another man?" Kelly asked as
we were waiting for our starter.
I was taken aback. "Um, no. I like women."
She seemed to consider this for a moment. "But have you ever wondered what
sex might be like from the woman's perspective? A gay man would have
close
idea."
I didn't know how to respond, but Kelly simply smiled and rubbed my leg
with her foot under the table. "You're not homophobic are you?"
I shook my head. "No. It's just not my thing."
She smiled at me and rubbed her foot up and down my calf as our food
arrived.
It must have been the drugs she gave me later, but I can honestly say I
don't remember anything about the meal and only vague impressions of the
rest of that evening. I know we left the restaurant and visited a bar in
Compton Street but don't remember much. I do remember a man examining me,
holding my jaw and feeling up my body before saying: "She'll do." All
these impressions are vague, however, and I'm not sure how accurate they
are.
There next thing I do remember is waking up on a strange bed. It was a
single sized bed and I was laying on a single white sheet. My skin tingled
with surprising sensitivity and goose bumps. I also felt thick headed and
out of it, thanks to the drug.
The first thing I noticed was that I was naked. The second was Kelly. She
sat in a chair facing me, but she had an entirely different look. Instead
of a skirt suit and makeup to enhance her beauty, she wore tight black
trousers that hugged her like a second skin, patent calf length boots with
pointy toes and a white silk blouse. Her makeup was different too, she
had
gone heavy on the mascara giving her eye a stern look and bright red
lipstick andinstead of hanging loose her hair was tied back. In one hand
she held my mobile phone and the other a small riding crop.
Despite the strangeness of my surroundings I got hard at the sight of her.
I had always had a submissive side and seeing her like that was a
definite
turn on.
With lightning quick reflexes she slapped the crop down on the tops of my
legs catching my balls.
"Argh!" I screamed. The pain was intense and I instantly rolled into a
foetal position protecting my cock and balls. Tears ran down my face and I
stared at her in terrified surprise.
Thankfully she didn't whip me again, and I managed to get control of
myself.
"Andy, before you start posturing and acting all male there's something
you should see." She held out my mobile phone offering it to me.
I could see there was a photo on the screen but I couldn't make out what
it was. Tentatively I took the phone and looked at it. The phone was of me
lying on this very bed, naked, and kissing another man. It took me a
second to realise it but it was really a picture of me being kissed by the
other man whilst I was asleep. It looked like I was awake though. The
next
picture was of myself laying down with the man squatting over me with his
cock in my mouth. He held my hand in such as a way that it looked like I
was a willing participant and not unconscious.
The thought of that man's cock in my mouth turned my stomach.
"What-" I didn't know what to say. "Why?"
"Because I hate men," Kelly replied. "And like nothing better than
watching some hot man on man action. Especially if one of them is being
forced." She smiled evilly at me.
"Now," she continued, taking my phone back. "You can try to threaten me,
or beg, all you like. The simple facts are these. You either do what I say
or I send these pictures, and a good many others, to everyone in your
phone's memory and everyone at work will get them too. Don't think
snatching this back will help," She dangled the phone in front of me. "The
whole thing's set up to run automatically from a remote PC."
I stared at her for a few seconds. I considered violence, but she had the
crop and I doubted I could threaten her to stop what she was doing.
There was only one option if I didn't want everyone at work thinking I was
gay.
"What do you want me to do?"
Kelly smiled and leant forward looking me in the eye. "I want you to
become his woman." She held up my phone with the picture of me being
kissed.
"Woman?"
"Yes. Go out tonight, dressed as a woman, and give him the date of his
life. I'll prepare you and you do whatever he wants." She reached out and
caressed my cock. I cringed under her touch. "Who knows," She continued.
"You might like it."
The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. I could either let everyone
I knew think I'm gay or be gay for a night. My reputation won out and I
nodded.
I was getting hard under her touch despite everything and she slapped my
dick with the crop. It stung and even as I gasped I knew that she had gone
easy.
"You only get hard for men from now on," she ordered, her voice harsh,
then her expression softened. "Don't worry though, you'll find Julian to
be a considerate and experienced lover."
Julian? The name filled me with dread.
"Besides, your fate is infinitely better than Patricia's. That's Patrick."
She said in response to my confused look. "You know he actually tried
using the same date rape drug on me that I prepared for him. Well, now
she's the bitch to a group of bears who've dressed her as their maid.
They're as not considerate tops at your boyfriend. Patricia hasn't been
able to sit down since."
I shuddered at the story of Patrick's fate and Kelly's obvious relish of
what had become of the office lothario.
"Right, up you get," she ordered, tapping me with the crop. "We haven't
got a lot of time to get you ready."
I stood up and tried to cover my cock with my hands, but Kelly nudged them
away so she could see me.
What with everything that had been going on I didn't realise that Kelly
has already been to work on me. I was entirely hairless below the neck,
that explained why my skin felt sensitive. Without hair my cock and balls
looked entirely different. More vulnerable somehow.
Kelly ran her fingertips over my skin, lightly caressing it, as she walked
around inspecting me. Every time my cock started to get hard she would
hit
it with the crop. After a few minutes I standing their with tears in my
eyes terrified of being turned on.
"Right," Kelly announced after she had been examining, and whipping, me
for a while. "It's time to get you ready, young lady."
She led me into a hall, and I guessed that I must have been in her home.
We passed a door then went into a bathroom. Kelly had me brush my teeth
then sit on the side of the bath so she could begin her work. Despite
having shaved me when I was unconscious she wanted another go to catch any
stubble, or hair she may have missed.
The final humiliation came when she had me turn around, bend over and pull
my ass cheeks apart so she could shave around my ass hole. Once this was
done she started to rub cream over my body and ordered me to stand still.
"It's a depilatory cream to stop that nasty hair growing back," Kelly told
me as the tingling and burning began. I found myself dancing from one
foot
to the other whilst Kelly watched the clock; enjoying my discomfort.
She would say things such as: "You're a woman now, and women have to
suffer for their beauty." Or: "Just wait until Julian sees you. He'll eat
you up, you lucky girl."
I just shuddered and squirmed.
After an eternity Kelly turned on the shower and I jumped in. Despite the
chill of the cold water the relief was fantastic and I sighed with relief.
As the shower warmed up, Kelly handed me a pink sponge and feminine
smelling shower gel. I had no choice but to wash myself. As the sponge
slid over my exfoliated skin I noticed how sensitive it had become and my
cock rose in response.
Kelly was watching and smiled at me. "You obviously like smelling girly."
I felt my cheeks burning with shame as I washed.
Once the shower was finished, Kelly led me back to the room I had slept
and had me sit down on a stool. Over the next hour she instructed me in
the finer points of putting on makeup. Firstly the foundation, which had
be applied evenly and used to enhance the shape of my face. Then I learnt
how to apply eye shadow, mascara, lip liner, lipstick and so on. Once I
had finished putting on the makeup I couldn't help but marvel at the
change in my face. Although I could see it was me in makeup, there was
still the impression of the woman Kelly wanted to create.
Once this was complete Kelly instructed me to apply nail polish on my toes
and fingers. Then she left me as I sit alone in the room waiting for it
to
dry.
Being alone for the first time I thought about escape, but knew there was
no chance. Kelly had those photos of me, she had my clothes, phone and
wallet. I had no choice but to do what she said.
When Kelly came back in she a silk bag and a glass of water.
"Drink this," she ordered handing it to me.
I took the glass and watched as she took underwear out of the bag. She had
a bra and panty set in black lace and matching hold ups. Finally she
pulled a blonde wig out.
"Drink up, your date'll be here any second." She held up the underwear and
made a show of examining it. "A virgin should wear white, but as you
won't
be one of those much longer it doesn't make sense wearing white just the
once."
I shuddered in fear and took a long swallow of the water. It had a faint
bitter aftertaste and I paused. Was Kelly trying to drug me again?
"Drink," she ordered and I knew I had no choice but to do as she said.
"Here, roll these up and slide them up your legs." Kelly instructed
handing me the roll ups. I followed her instructions and rolled the first
one up over my calf and up my thigh. The feeling was electric, whether it
was the situation or my shaved sensitive skin, but I found the feel of
nylon on skin extremely pleasurable. I took my time with the second roll
up and sighed once it was on.
Kelly smiled. "If you like that, wait until you feel your boyfriend's cock
up your arse."
She really knew how to spoil the moment!
Next came the bra which Kelly showed me how to fasten in front of me, pull
around and then push my arms into and get comfortable. A pair of latex
falsies filled them out to a C cup.
Lastly I pulled up the panties which were very tight, clung to be bum and
held my cock firm.
Kelly put the wig on, gluing it in place and making sure that it looked
just right.
"There you go," she said stepping back to admire her handiwork. "You're
beginning to look like a woman now, Andy."
There was a full length mirror in the room and Kelly gestured for me to
standing in front of it. A woman stared back. I could see that it was me,
but it wasn't hard to see the woman that Kelly had created. My cock bulged
very un-womanly in my panties but that was all that broke the illusion of
femininity.
"Well, we can't call you Andy anymore can we." Kelly mused, looking at my
reflection. "Andrea? Amy?" Her brow was creased in concentration. I could
see she was also rubbing her clit through her trousers and she as viewed
her handiwork and thought of name. "Andy. Anne Dee? Dee Ann? Dianne! Yes.
Dianne, I like that. It the same as Diane but with an extra N and
pronounced Dee Ann. Say it."
To be honest I hadn't been listening to her entirely. I had been feeling a
little disconnected from everything. ""What?" I asked.
"Say your new name, Dianne."
"Dianne."
"Say it properly. My name is -"
Still staring at my reflection I said, "My name is Dianne."
"Again, but it a feminine voice."
"My name is Dianne." The reflection said to me in a woman's voice.
"Again."
"My name is Dianne."
"Again."
"Well well, what do we have here?" Came a voice from the doorway
interrupting me. It was a man's voice but it had a camp tone to it.
Turning I saw a large man in a pair of leather trouser and a mesh tank
top. His hair was gelled in a spiky style and he had a small moustache and
goatee beard. His eyes were on me and he had a big grin on his face.
Julian! I had only seen him in the photos on my phone, and they had mainly
shown my face, but I was certain it was him.
As if to confirm my fears Kelly said, "Julian, meet Dianne." Then to me,
"Dianne, say hello to your new boyfriend."
I was speechless. Julian didn't mind though, he came over and started to
look me up and down. Standing there in sexy black women's underwear I felt
more exposed than it I had been naked.
"My," Julian said. "But you are a sexy little minx, aren't you."
"I'm not gay," I replied, finally finding my voice.
Julian smiled. "Oh, I think you are. You just haven't found your inner
bitch." Although his voice sounded camp to me, I felt intimidated by his
confidence.
He gently turned me so I was facing my reflection again, this time he was
standing behind me looking me in the eye. I could see Kelly hold up her
mobile phone. Great! More pictures!
"You see, you're my woman now and that's what you want. You want to
surrender to me." His eyes bore into mine as he spoke.
"Still, I'll make a little bet with you," he said, watching me intently.
"I bet that I can turn you on within a minute. If I win you accept that
you want this, if you win we forget the whole thing."
Forget the whole thing! Go home and not be forced to do anything with
Julian. To be a man again.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded to his reflection.
He leant forward and placed a hand on my side and gently caressed it as
pulled the wig hair back and breathed on my neck and ear. His touch was
electric and I found myself shuddering and going weak at the knees. I
closed my eyes and leant back into him. At that moment I felt so
submissive standing there in female underwear in his embrace.
Julian stopped and chuckled. I opened my eyes and saw my reflection. My
cock was straining against my panties. I hadn't even lasted ten seconds.
I looked his reflection in the eye and he smiled at me. I just stared
unable to believe how my body was responding. Slowly his hand moved down
my side, gently brushing the skin until he reached my panties. I was
breathing hard, when his hand stopped, I paused and watched our
reflection.
I was vaguely aware of Kelly behind us. She had put down her phone and her
hand was down the front of her trousers massaging her clit as she watched
the scene intently.
"Looks like you lost." Julian kissed my neck. "You're mine now. Say it."
He ordered.
Summoning what little self control I had left I shook my head. Instead of
being angry Julian's smile widened, then his hand went lower. He brushed
my erect cock with his hand and I felt it through the cotton of my
panties. Then he ran his palm up and down the shaft. His finger gently
cupped and realised my balls as he rubbed me.
"Oh god," I sighed closing my eyes and leaning back into him. I was so
turned on.
"You're mine, Dianne. Body and soul." I was unconsciously thrusting
forward to meet his touch but he still only gently caressed me. Driving my
wild.
"Say it," he ordered.
"I'm yours," I whispered. The words were out before I realised I had said
them.
Julian slid his hand into my panties and took hold of my cock. I whimpered
in pleasure and would have collapsed if Julian had not been holding me
up.
He slid my foreskin back exposing the glands and caressed them with his
thumb.
"Look at us," he ordered. "Look at yourself."
I stared at my reflection. The woman who looked back had lost herself in
the moment. She was his. I was his. I really was Julian's woman.
Julian began to pump my shaft, whispering in my ear to say it. I was too
far gone by this point to resist; I was humping his hand like a horny
bitch in heat. Which was exactly what I was.
"I'm yours," I gasped. "I'm yours. Yours. Oh God, I'm your woman." And so
it continued. Julian was obviously very experienced and kept me on the
edge for ages. He played my instrument like the excellent musician he was.
By the time I came I was completely lost, a creature of pure sensation. I
screamed as he pumped me, only peripherally aware of my cum splashing the
mirror and floor. I almost fainted, but Julian held me in his arms and
kept me from slumping.
Once I had finished he turned me part way to him and brought his mouth
down on mine. I had never kissed anyone with a beard and the tickling
sensation brought me partway back to my senses.
I was being kissed by a man! I was being kissed as a woman. I was almost
responding as one too.
I almost resisted the kiss, but Julian's thumb began to massage my exposed
penis head. In its post-cum sensitivity the sensation was too much and I
surrendered to the kiss. I surrendered to my man and somewhere deep inside
I think I began to enjoy it.
TO BE CONTINUED
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