Junior Year Part IIIChapter 20 Breakup Song Do Over
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I laid on the floor, totally spent with LeeAnn right next to me. Here we
were in fetish clothing, me in drag and her with a strap on. This didn't
seem possible. "Listen Brandi, I love you. You should know that. I do
want to be with you. To make that happen, you need to be honest with
me." She was cuddling up behind me, the 10 inch plastic cock pushing
through my legs again. My cock sprang to attention, as her hands lightly
brushed up and down on it. She kept this up for a good ten minutes -
light stroking and gentle pressure at my ass without entering. At that
point, I was ready to come again!
She pushed the head against the sphincter with just a shade less pressure
than it would take to penetrate and said, "Now tell me, you little slut,
what is your next fantasy?" Now, even in all the frills, I was still a
man on the verge of orgasm. I was completely unable to tell a lie, so I
just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
"I want to be gangbanged." I was probably as shocked as LeeAnn was. She
suddenly stopped, leaving me erect.
"I will make your fantasy come true, my little whore." She stroked me
again and shoved the dildo into my ass with no warning. I came all over
the bed and she laughed. You know that slutty dress you got Leesa into?
You're wearing that tomorrow night. I want you to imagine walking around
with your panties showing any time the skirt hikes up even a little. And
we're going dancing, so a little is more than optimistic." She then
rolled over and pulled a device from a table Leesa had prepared. It was
an odd device, one I'd heard described but never seen. It was a male
chastity belt.
It held the penis downwards, pinched forward by a small plastic rod. It
simply wasn't possible for enough blood to get to the head to form a
proper erection in the thing. LeeAnn took a little plastic lock,
something like a zip tie, and placed it through the device. "I am using
this numbered plastic lock to ensure you don't try to pick the lock
tonight. If this lock is tampered with, I will prop your asshole up with
you in bondage and invite every sexual deviant in town to shoot their
load into your unprotected ass. You will only come with my permission
from this moment forward, is that understood?"
"Yes LeeAnn" I moaned.
"I am mistress LA to you from now on. I might love you, but you are mine
and never forget it."
"Yes Mistress LA. What would you have me do?"
"It's late. I want you to drive home and get some sleep. You have a
busy day tomorrow my dear. Your car is out front, and here are your keys.
I left you some jimmies on your bed. I hope you like them. Now go."
She got up and threw on a jacket and left by the back door.
I went out front, still dressed up in my maid's costume. Driving in this
get up was going to be a chore. Ah well, there was nothing to be done
about it. I got in my car, and off I went. I was terribly excited for
obvious reasons.
All the excitement wasn't good for me. I didn't even realize I was
speeding until I saw the lights flashing in the rear view. PANIC. Holy
shit. The cops in this town were mostly rednecks, and here I was all in
drag. I knew my car couldn't outrun a cop car, so I pulled over. Maybe
I'd get lucky and explaining what happened to the cop would work.
After telling the officer my story, he responded, "That's quite a tale
there. Of course, you are driving without a license so far as I can
tell, and that's illegal. I should throw you in a cell downtown. I
don't fancy what will happen to you there in that get up." I was actually
crying. I'm sorry, but I really don't have a choice. Please exit the
vehicle." By this time, a second cop car had pulled up. As the first
officer, a white guy named Abel, put the cuffs on me, the second came up.
"What's up Abel?"
"Oh, Baker, you gotta see this one." He spun me around to give the large
black man a look.
"Maybe we should let him off with a special warning. I know you like
your dick sucked. She looks like quite the cocksucker." He sneered at
me. "And you know how I love to tap some ass." Abel smiled and took me
to the back of his car where Baker took hold of my cuffs and lifted until
I had no choice but to bend over. At the same moment, Abel was producing
his semi-erect cock in front of my face.
"Here's the deal - if we're satisfied you're sorry, we'll let you go.
We'll be most convinced by your willingness to make us happy. Now,
suck!" He had one hand pinching my nose so my mouth was open, and the
other on the back of my head pushing me onto him. As I started to suck,
I felt officer Baker pull my panties down.
"Abel, this one's been taking it in the ass already tonight."
Abel pulled my head up and asked if a man had been in my ass tonight."
"Never - it was my girlfriend with a strap on." I said. He had his cock
back in my mouth before I could say another word.
Baker spoke, "Okay honey, this will be sweet then. Feel some real meat
in your ass." I could feel his hard cock against my butt cheek. Tears
were rolling down my face. His cock was huge - bigger even than the
strap on LeeAnn had used. More frightening, it was real. It was hot and
wet, and he was planning on sticking his flesh rod into my waiting ass.
I moaned, and my body took over, grinding my ass down and up working his
cock towards the hole. "That's it honey" he said. All of a sudden, I
didn't even feel like I was playing a part. I was a dirty little hooker
willing to fuck two cops to stay out of jail. As Baker pumped into my
ass the first time, my knees went week, which had the effect of me
dropping down on his shaft.
Here I was, a cock in my mouth and another in my ass. Me in this get up,
and enjoying it for god's sake. I was grinding on Baker's cock while
Abel was practically fucking my throat. Baker still held my cuffed hands
high above my back, keeping me horribly uncomfortable and with no choice
but to stand straight legged and bent over. I felt Baker hit a rhythm
which was familiar to me. It was the point where a man knows he's going
to come hard if he just repeats what he's doing a few more times. "That's
it bitch - keep pushing back onto my cock!" I felt him tense, and then
shoot his load. I was also terribly excited, even if forced flaccid. I
felt a tingle, and then some semen came dripping out of my chastity
device.
It only took a minute more before Abel was pulling his cock out of my
mouth and shooting cum all over my face. Baker uncuffed me and kicked me
into the ditch at the side of the road. "By the way Mr. Carlsen, we got
your address from your vehicle registration. Abel and I will be by on
Friday night at midnight when our shift ends. It's not very often we
meet someone like you." They were both laughing and exchanged a high-
five before getting back in their cars.
I crawled out of the ditch. Standing on uneven ground in platform
Stilettos is not something I'd recommend. I got in my car, cum on my
face and dripping out of my ass, and I drove home. I was walking
gingerly, and at least one neighbor saw me going into my house. I could
care less at this point - I just wanted to shower then get into bed and
sleep.
On the bed was a red satin night gown. It looked very comfortable and
comforting. There was a note pinned to it:
"Brandi,
Take a bath, but first coat your body with the Nair under the sink. I
want your legs, chest and arms totally hairless tomorrow. There's a
joint and a CD in the magazine stand - play and smoke and light a candle.
I have already called in sick for you - for the rest of the week. It's
time to use some sick days.
Mistress LeeAnn"
I did as I was told. After rinsing my hair off, I ran a bath using
LeeAnn's bath oil. It was a nice rose smell. I started a Pink Floyd CD,
lit a candle and a joint, and had the best bath of my life. I noticed as
I got out of the tub I was doing things very femininely. I was just
instinctively taking on the role.
As I walked into the bedroom, a bath towel wrapped around my chest like a
woman, I saw her waiting. LeeAnn was here.
"I am just here to help with some final touches." She said with a smile.
"Remember Vegas last spring? Remember saying only the weak could be
hypnotized? We're about to find out how strong you are baby." She was
talking as she helped me into my night gown. She guided me to a pair of
chairs by the bedroom window. I sat in one, her in the other, and she
started to speak:
"I want you to listen to my voice Brett. You are totally safe here, in
the comfort of your home with a woman you can trust at your side. I want
you to slow your breathing, and focus only on the sound of my voice. As
my voice gets quieter and quieter, you will get more and more sleepy.
Your eyelids are heavy now." She was whispering, and I was really sleepy.
"When I count to three, you will be fully in a trance. You will only
awaken when I give the key word, Petticoat. Do you understand?" I nodded
absently. "One, two, and three."
I awoke the next morning in an odd mood. I was very disappointed to not
have breasts, and I was even more shocked to find my tool between my
legs. I so wanted to be completely feminine. I wasn't sure exactly what
had changed, except for having a great night's sleep after a really
erotic time. I went and looked into the drawers in my bureau, and found
a pair of large Breast forms in the top drawer. There was an envelope.
"Brandi,
You probably only vaguely remember being hypnotized last night. I didn't
do anything to you that you don't desire anyway - hypnosis can't go
beyond that boundary. I was surprised how strong your feminine desires
are. I have set them free to be at the surface of your consciousness.
These desires you feel - about having breasts, a vagina and even the
potential to have a baby are all your own. I have to say I am a little
envious of you, sweetie. You are going to have a hell of a week. There
is glue to attach the breast forms in my jewelry box. You can pick your
own clothes today. Meet me at 12 for lunch at the food court at the
mall.
LeeAnn."
How sweet. I put on the breast forms and glued them in place. The glue
was something I hadn't seen before, it was called "Derma Bond 334" and
said it was for use with solvent 223. I had no idea what that all meant,
but the forms were natural looking and with a little theater makeup, they
blended perfectly to my chest. I could wear whatever I wanted! I went
to the next drawer down and examined my choices. It was full of panties,
and garter belts. All had matching counterparts and all were very
feminine. I picked a white satin job with bright red cherries. It was a
ruffled panty which made me feel extra girly.
I slid the garter belt on, and found the matching bra in the next drawer.
I noticed I was a 38D with my forms on. The bra pushed my tits together
and upward into a mound of cleavage. I was very pleased. I then picked
a pair of sheer white stockings. The garters attached with red ribbons
and a cherry styled clasp. I looked at myself in the mirror. Aside for
the hair, I was the bodily vision of femininity. Okay, maybe I didn't
have the hourglass shape going yet, but I definitely had something going
on. I walked to the closet to see what she'd left me. There was
everything from formal dresses to casual clothes. The one thing I
noticed was the complete and utter lack of pants. I was to be wearing
skirts this week.
I picked something casual - a white leather miniskirt and a sheer white
blouse. The blouse left the midriff showing and was so thin the cherries
on my bra were clearly evident. The skirt was so short that the red
ribbons from the garters were visible. Any movement made the cherry
clasps apparent too. Now, just yesterday, the thought of leaving the
house dressed this way would have horrified me. Today all I thought was,
"Man, I am hot!"
I put on some blush and some fire-engine red lipstick. I then picked
some shopping shoes - white open toe sling backs with red accents. It
didn't even occur to me that two days ago I couldn't tell a pump from a
mule from a slingback. It was 11:40 - Time to go to lunch.
I got lucky and found parking very easily and very close to the food
court. I walked across the lot and into the door, swaying my hips as I
went. This was fun, I thought. A man opened the door for me, and as I
went by he casually brushed up against my ass. I let it slide - guys
were going to want to touch me. I'd have to accept that.
LeeAnn was nowhere to be seen. I looked at the clock, and it said I had
five minutes. I walked into the music store right next to the food
court. I browsed through the stuff I liked - mostly dance music. I love
dancing - shaking my tits and ass. Somehow, that thought seemed foreign.
I walked back into the foodcourt and spotted LeeAnn across the way. I
shouted, "Yoohoo - LeeAnn" in a very feminine voice. I didn't even know
I had that in me. Every head in the place turned, and I was satisfied
when the men's glances lingered over the objections of the women with
them.
"Hey hon, let's grab a seat." LeeAnn started. "Now, Brandi, I am going
to fill you in on some things. The way you feel right now is okay, but
it is also something of a lie. Elephant." Something about the word
"Elephant" changed my perception. Suddenly I was horribly aware that I
was dressed like a whore at the mall. Here's the deal - you have two
very distinct sides to your personality Brandi. There is Brett, the man,
and Brandi the slut. I have given some hypnotic keys to allow me to
switch you from one to the other. As Brandi, we are girlfriends, though
you will be aware of our other relationship as well. As Brett, you are
my submissive sissy slave. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Could we please get out of here?" I asked.
"Oh, apparently you don't understand. I am to be referred to as Mistress
while you are aware of your masculine side. I'm going to tell you what's
going to happen now, just because I want to see the look on your face. I
am going to suppress Brett again, but I will also set Brandi's libido
loose. I'm going to have you sucking a stranger's cock inside of five
minutes."
"Please, mistress, no!"
"Uterus" she said. Suddenly I felt fine. I felt better than fine.
"LeeAnn, I'm not really hungry. Let's go find a club or something. I
want a man!"
"Aw, hon, we've got lots of shopping to do. I'll tell you what, I have
an idea." She took me by the hand and led me to the video arcade. The
place was empty except for the token tender - a 19 year old boy with
pizza face and no chance to impress the girls aside from his mad skills
at Tomb Raider or whatever the kids were playing these days. And given
the number of girls impressed by video game prowess, he was hopeless.
His jaw dropped when he saw me and LeeAnn walk in. I walked right up to
him, and took his hand and led him to the back of the arcade.
Without a word, I got him into a nook by the Skeeball machine. I gave
him a kiss as my hands undid his fly. I then squatted down - somehow I
knew not to kneel in my pretty stockings - and pulled his member out. I
was surprised at its size. It was only semi erect and already a good
eight inches long and seven around. I gave it a kiss, and it grew another
inch or so to full erection. I began to bob up and down and just then I
heard it. "Wow, he has the cock of an Elephant."
Now I had a cock in my throat, dressed as a hooker at the mall. I
couldn't deny part of me was enjoying this, but I was still horrified.
"Swallow that cock you little slut" Mistress LA commanded. I did as I
was told. She rewarded me by saying, "If he fucked you, that monster
might rip your uterus." I then was suddenly fully enjoying myself. It
was over all too soon as he shot his load down my throat. I got every
drop, stood up and gave him a kiss. "Listen kid, with a cock like that,
you could have all the women you want. Get a facial and go into porn."
I couldn't believe I said that. Then I really was shocked when I took a
napkin from a holder on the table and scrawled my number on it, signed
Brandi with a little heart over the i. I gave it a kiss to leave
lipstick on it and stuffed it in his shirt pocket.
"Come on you slut - we need to find something to wear for tonight. I got
us a double date!"
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