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Being Barbi's Bitch By Heathyr Diamond After ten wasted years of foolishly trusting in love to 'cure' me of my femininity, I had only just begun to re-embrace the sissy inside me when something made me reach out to an old friend. What made me do it, I really don't know. Although I was once again revelling in even the smallest aspects of my femininity, treasuring and celebrating them in a way that only someone who has truly missed them can appreciate, I had made a conscious decision not to reach out to old friends. It's not that I didn't miss them - I did miss them, and terribly - but I was afraid that they wouldn't welcome the contact. Having been away so long, and having left the community so abruptly, I was afraid they would be angry with me for abandoning them. I know I was angry with myself. For some reason, though, something compelled me to reach out to Barbi. Not only was she one of my oldest and dearest friends, but she was always an erotic inspiration to me. No matter how life would bring me down, or how unfeminine I might be feeling, she was always there as an example of what all sissies and shemales might aspire to. She was my shemale goddess of transformation. As delighted as I was to discover that her Fetish Shemale site was still around, I noticed right away that it hadn't been updated for a while. I didn't really give the fact that much thought at the time, but anxiously clicked on the email link, just to say hello. To be honest, I was very much afraid that she wouldn't remember me. Much to my delight, she not only responded that same night, but she did remember me. We got to chatting, and she soon revealed to me that she had taken a bit of a break from her career, for personal reasons, and was planning to retire altogether. That news left me heartbroken - for my goddess, for her fans, and for my own missed opportunities. Years ago, we had made plans to get together for some fun and maybe even a photo shoot, but something always happened to get in the way. We never did get our chance to meet up, and now that I had rediscovered her, I realised that chance would never come again. I knew, right then and there, that somehow I would make good on those missed opportunities. If Barbi Satin was going to retire, then I was going to find some way to ensure that she ended her career with a bang. Literally. ??????? As it turned out, it was nearly six months later before I got my chance. My ex and I had just finalized our divorce and, on a whim, I decided to buy a scratch ticket to celebrate. Imagine my surprise when I won! It wasn't anything life-changing, but it was more than enough money to treat myself to a nice break, far away from the ex, the mother-in-law, and the rest of their wretched family. I knew, instantly, what I had to do. It scared the hell out of me, but the very idea of it gave me such a thrill that I knew it was the right thing to do. Barbi and I were still chatting on a semi-regular basis, and I had an open invitation to stop by any time I was in Pennsylvania. There were no commitments or expectations, just an invitation from one friend to another. Finally, after all this time, I planned to not only take her up on the offer, but to offer her the chance to take full advantage of the situation. As much as I wanted to be with her, just once; as much as I desired the touch, the taste, the feel of my shemale goddess; as much as I need to place myself at her feet and have her validate my femininity; I was doing this, first and foremost, for her. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was retiring, and I wanted to say 'thanks' in the only way I could, I never would have thought to impose. Less than a week later, I found myself deep in the heart of Pennsylvania. Even with the GPS I somehow managed to get lost, but I eventually found myself parked in front of Barbi's quaint little home just as the sun was going down. My heart was racing. My throat was dry. My hands were shaking as I stepped up to the door and knocked. I was actually taken aback for a moment when she answered the door dressed like your average, ordinary housewife - assuming, of course, that your average, ordinary housewife came equipped with a 42 DD chest, 27 inch waist, 38 inch hips, and the bulge of an 8 inch cock in her panties. "Yes?" she asked. I was trembling so hard, it took me six tries before I could get a single word out. Instead of the practiced, rehearsed, perfect speech I had prepared on the drive down, I dropped my jaw and uttered a single, "Wow." She looked at me strangely for a moment. Forewarned by her past experiences dealing with Customs & Immigration, I'd had to be careful about how I presented myself when crossing the border. I had fully intended to stop somewhere on the US side to make myself properly presentable, but I was just too excited to waste a single moment. As a result, I was looking very androgynous in a pair of women's sneakers (white with a few subtle pink accents), unisex shorts (black), and a woman's t-shirt (white). Even without makeup, padding, a wig, or jewellery to give me away, a woman would have noticed the fit of the clothes. Fortunately, the college-aged kid who checked my passport never looked twice. "Heathyr?" Her eyes lit up in recognition. She reached out and crushed me to her chest. It felt so good, after all this time. "What the hell is your problem, girl? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" I smiled and returned the embrace. Her body felt incredible against me, so perfectly shaped in absolutely every aspect. "I wanted it to be a surprise." "Well, it certainly is that." She stepped back, giving me another look at her. Even though I had never seen her in anything other than leather and latex, she looked just as stunning in a t-shirt and jeans. Her body still had the kind of curves that any woman would die for, and her face was still sexy as hell, even without makeup. Of course, it was that telltale bulge between her legs that nudged her from gorgeous to absolute perfection. She ushered me inside, but I paused on the doorstep. If I was going to do this, I had to do it right. I'd practiced this a hundred times on the drive down but, unlike my greeting, this was something I couldn't afford to blow. I had to do it, and I had to do it right, even if all she did was laugh me off. "Well?" she asked. "Are you coming in, or what?" I dropped to my knees on her front porch, where any passing motorist or nosy neighbour could see - as few, and as distant as they might be - and leaned over to kiss the toes of her right foot. "Your humble slave hereby presents herself for your pleasure and amusement." Up until that point, I had been consumed by worry that she might reject me, but there was no longer any doubt in my mind as I continued kissing her toes. "I know you're planning to retire, Goddess, so I am offering myself, as unworthy as I am, as your retirement present." For the longest time, she just stared at me. What might have been running through her head, I have no idea. All I could do was continue worshipping her feet. "Your sissy slave comes all expenses paid," I explained. "Whatever you might desire this week, please consider it part of my humble gift to you." "You do understand what you're saying, don't you?" She shoved her foot into my mouth and watched as I sucked her big toe like a tiny little cock. "If you are serious about doing this, then you will be my bitch." She began thrusting her foot in and out, fucking my mouth with her toe. "You will obey my every command, without question, and you will do it all knowing that the entire world will be watching." She pulled her foot from my mouth and took another step forward. "Do you wish to be my bitch?" "I do." I kissed the calf to my left. "Make me your bitch." I kissed the calf to my right. "I want to be Barbi's bitch." She chuckled softly. "Oh, you fucking little slut... you shall." ??????? It was a long drive into the city, and Barbi wasn't one for idle conversation. So, to fill the silence, she asked me questions and let me embarrass myself with the answers. When I started telling her about the sheriff who followed me through about 15 miles of empty roads, and my fantasy of having to suck his cock to get out of a ticket, she actually reached over and gave my sissy clit a squeeze. "Don't fret," she laughed, "there's always the drive home." That seemed to break the ice a bit. The rest of the drive was a bit more casual, although Barbi still didn't give much away about herself. She was very, very good and controlling a conversation to the point where you had no idea just how well she had manipulated you until much later. Of course, as I hoped to explore for myself soon, I knew that conversations were not the only thing she was good at controlling. A half hour later we found ourselves entering the city. Using my credit card, she had already made reservations for the honeymoon suite in one of the swankiest hotels for a hundred miles around. With her generous offer to have me pay for the privilege, they were more than happy to hold it for a late check-in. "Turn here, bitch, and pull over behind that dumpster." I had no idea where we were, but it looked sketchy. It looked like one of those dirty, dimly lit alleys you see on a CSI or Law & Order type show where some innocent civilian stumbles across a grossly disfigured body. It actually scared me to be there. Hopefully, whatever she had in mind wouldn't take long, or I was virtually certain we'd come back to the car to find it on blocks, with no doors, no seats, no stereo, and a body dumped in the back. She popped the hatchback, took out my suitcase, and dumped my clothes in the ground. With no comment other than, "Come," she led me deeper into the alley. It was a good thing neither of us had slipped into heels yet, as we had to carefully navigate two trash-strewn, rickety flights of a well-used fire escape. "Let's hope they haven't changed the locks," she told me, "or you're going to be squeezing through a window." As Barbi worked at it, she explained to me that the key was a quick copy she'd made several years ago, just in case she ever had the opportunity to use it again. One of her stripper friend of hers had used the original to let her in after hours for a video shoot back in the heydays of her site. I was pretty sure I knew which video she was talking about, and I was looking forward to seeing where it was filmed. The door opened into a noisy, dimly lit, somewhat sour-smelling slice of heaven. There were dresses, gowns, skirts, corsets, stockings, bras, panties, peignoirs, and babydolls everywhere you looked. Lace hung next to leather, which hung next to PVC, which hung next to satin, which lay draped over a mess of cotton and rubber. Barbi could have locked us in that room for the week, and I would have been in heaven. While I gazed around in wonder, Barbi had me hold open the empty suitcase as she began rifling though the collection of stripper's outfits hanging along the wall to her right. I wasn't sure what she was looking for, but she seemed to pull out every fourth or fifth piece and toss it my way. As much as in awe of the potential for beauty around me, I was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of stealing, especially from our sisters in sex. As much as I tried to hide it - I had, after all, promised to obey my Goddess' every command - she must have noticed my hesitation. I was nervously glancing back over my shoulder, in case somebody should come in the same way we did, when I felt her slap me across the face. Startled, I turned around to see the loosely-held red velvet glove make a return slap across my other cheek. It smelled like cum and, judging by the wet smack, it was likely still fresh. "Stop being such a stupid bitch," she snarled, "These are the stripper's castoffs - they won't be needed again tonight." She tossed the glove into the suitcase, along with its partner. "And since club is closed on Tuesdays, you will have two whole days to send them down to the hotel laundry to be cleaned once we're done with them." Perversely, that really did make me feel better. I knew I should have been humiliated by the idea of asking the hotel to wash so much dirty, kinky laundry for me - especially since she'd booked us in under the male name on my credit card - but I was actually looking forward to it. "Okay, that's it for here." Barbi had me zip up the suitcase before we hurried back down to the car. "Now, I need you to watch out for an ATM so we can withdraw a few cash advances off of your MasterCard." She watched me for a reaction, but I was already fully committed to the expense of being her present. "Trust me," she whispered, "you really don't want a paper trail leading back to your male masquerade from some of the people we'll be doing business with his week." I swallowed loudly. "Thank you." "After that, we need to make two more quick stops, and then you can start earning your place as my bitch." ??????? Once we arrived at the hotel, Barbi handed me her bag of purchases from the drug store and herded me into a bathroom that was larger than my bedroom back home. "Start with the enema first. Once you're clean, get your ass in the shower and shave." "Yes, Goddess." I was trembling in anticipation. "Do you want me to shave my sissy clit as well?" She shook her head. With a mischievous smile, she told me, "Listen, you silly cunt, when I tell you to shave, I intend for you to shave." She backed me into the bathroom until I nearly fell into the two-person tub. "If you come out of there with so much as a single hair anywhere below the top of your head, I will be very disappointed." I nodded meekly, even as I fingered my eyebrows. How the hell would I explain them at work next week? I had no problem shaving the rest of me - I'd done it enough times before, but the eyebrows scared me. At the same time, I was excited by the thought of just how much properly penciled-in eyebrows would transform me. "While you're getting yourself ready, I need to make some long-distance calls." She pulled the door shut on her way out. I immediately stripped naked. I ripped open the box and began fumbling with the enema kit. I'd never used one before but, like any good submissive slut, I knew how to follow directions. The kit came with a small bottle of lube, so I applied a generous amount to both my ass and the end of the plastic tubing. I filled the bag with warm water from the tap, added the 'cleansing' ingredient, and managed to hang everything from the showerhead using a wire dry-cleaning hanger behind the bathroom door. If inserting the nozzle was uncomfortable, starting the enema itself was absolute misery. It took every ounce of my sissy submission to keep the solution inside myself for the prescribed twenty minutes. Of course, having to lie on my side in the cold tub probably didn't make it any easier. While I laid there, I could hear Barbi talking on the phone, although I couldn't make out what she was saying or who she was talking to. The door to our suite opened and closed a half dozen times, but I too distracted to notice whether it was Barbi coming and going, or somebody else. When it was time to release, I hobbled over the toilet and silently sang out with relief as it all came pouring out. Too squeamish to look, I blindly flushed the toilet, and then hopped into the tub. Barbi had bought me a bottle of lavender scented shaving cream and a twelve-pack of women's razors. I was determine to make the absolute best impression that I could, so I used one razor on each leg, another on my arms and chest, one on my eyebrows, and another on my pubes. The experience was actually very relaxing, and certainly helped to put me in a feminine frame of mind. By the time I was ready to shower away the residue, I could feel my fingers skimming and slipping across my soapy, naked, hairless body. When I exited the bathroom, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in the black PVC minidress, full-length gloves, and knee-high boots I remembered so well from her photos. I could see the band of her black silk stockings protruding from the tops of her boots, along with the black lace ribbons running up her glorious legs to the garter hidden beneath her dress. The dress itself was cut very low, putting her incredible breasts on display. My outfit, it turned out, was to be the precise opposite of hers. Where she wore black, I wore white. Where she wore PVC, I wore satin. Where she wore lace, I wore cotton. Where she wore a tight dress and little more, I was bound into a corset beneath mine. Where her breasts and cock featured prominently beneath her body-hugging outfit, mine were flattened and hidden beneath my own ensemble. By the time I was done dressing to her satisfaction, I looked like an incredibly slutty angel just fallen from heaven, cast out for only god knows what kind of sins against nature. Barbi sat me down before the dressing table and began doing my makeup. I, of course, couldn't see what she was doing, but it felt like she was using a lot. Eyeliner, eye shadow, foundation, blush, lipstick, lip liner, powder, and a few other cosmetics I couldn't see well enough to identify were expertly painted across my eager visage. Before she would let me see, however, she placed a long, blonde wig on my head and used what smelt like glue to hold it in place. She stepped back to take in the whole picture, but shook her head. "Something's not quite right." I wanted to look for myself but, even without being told, I knew better than to ruin her moment. Suddenly, her entire face lit up with a smile. She opened the top drawer of the dressing table and withdrew some pink lace ribbons. She then proceeded to put my hair into pigtails, using the ribbons to tie off each tail. With that done, she paced a pink bow into my hair. "Nope. Too much." She quickly took the ribbon away and tossed it back in the drawer. "Close your eyes." I immediately did as I was told. I felt Barbi pull me to my feet and lead me into the room's walk-in closet. That, in itself, was a sissy's dream. "You may open your eyes." What I saw in the mirror was so startling, so unexpected, I had to look back over my shoulder three times to convince myself it really was a mirror, and that there was nobody else standing with us. The innocent, white, virginal slut in the mirror was... me. She - or, rather, I - was absolutely stunning. I couldn't pick out a single thing that did it, but Barbi had truly created something new with me. That single glimpse in the mirror was so amazing, the memory of that transformation would be worth whatever this whole adventure ended up costing me. "Thank you, Goddess." I twirled in front the mirror and posed like a girl getting ready for her prom. "I never knew I could look like this." "There's still something missing. Hold still." I heard her rummaging around in another drawer, and then watched her return in the mirror. She was the very epitome of shemale lust, a walking, talking, breathing example of the kind of perfection that was only possible with a little nudge to our natures. "Bend over, bitch." While bent over, I watched her draw a big pink heart on the small of my back with a glitter pen. She coloured in the heart, and then switched to a black Sharpie marker. With that, she wrote 'sissy slut' in very elegant, feminine lettering inside the heart. "There. That's better." Barbi led me back into the main room of our suite, where she helped me into a pair of impossibly high heels. As white as the rest of my outfit, they were dull, brushed leather, designed to blend with my overall look. The heels on them were four inch stilettos - far more daring than anything I'd ever tried on before. "Get walking," she told me. "You have precisely ten minutes to practice before I send you on a little errand." Errand? I froze in mid-step. She as going to send me out like this? She laughed cruelly. "You're wasting valuable time, my slut." She made a show of checking the clock on the bedside table. "You now have nine minutes left to practice." I don't know whether it was the pressure that did it, or whether I was just a natural, but I was walking quite confidently - if not comfortably - by the end of the ten minutes. I still felt like I was going to topple at any moment, but I did like the way the heels forced me to take smaller, mincing steps, wiggling my ass in the process. 'Very good." She handed me my credit card. "Now, take yourself down to the bar and ask for a bottle of their finest red wine, and another of their finest white. They'll probably offer to charge it to your room, but I want you to use the credit card." I started to protest, but she grabbed my cheeks and forced my mouth shut. "I want you to use your credit card," she whispered, "and sign the name of your male masquerade. Understand?" With a quick nod, I grabbed the credit card and wobbled out the door. Much to my delight, I was so completely passable as Heathyr, the bartender refused to accept my card. When he handed it back, he let his hand gently slide along mine, sending an electric thrill up my arm. He chatted me up and flirted with me while his partner retrieved the bottles, telling me it was a shame my 'boyfriend' was too much of a jerk to come down himself. He then took my hand once more and kissed it before I left. On impulse, before my senses could get the better of me, I leaned across the bar and planted a quick kiss on his lips before sauntering back to our room. ??????? Barbi, of course, expected no less - although she was a little shocked that I'd had the nerve to steal that kiss. "Here I thought you'd need a little booze to relax you, but apparently releasing your inner sissy slut did that all on its own." I was just about to say something completely inane when somebody else stepped in from the lounge portion of the suite. He was a scrawny looking boy, all sharp angles and protruding bones, with short black hair and a small patch of stubble on his chin. His mouth was set in what looked to be a perpetual scowl, judging by the frown lines on either side, and he didn't seem the least bit interested to be there. Before Barbi could introduce us, he came over and held up a series of plastic cards against first my face, then my dress. "Let's clear up the situation right now," he said in a scratchy voice. "My name is Alan. I'm an FTM transsexual lesbian, and I'm only here because Barbi pays well for my services." He grabbed my face and turned it to the left, and then to the right, looking for my best side. "I have no interest in you, in her, or in whatever it is you're planning to do together." "Oh, lighten up, Al." Barbi laid herself down on the couch and lit up a cigarette. He ignored her completely. "While I'm sure Barbi won't be able to resist offering her suggestions, I am the photographer, and this is my shoot. You will do as I say, and nothing else." He spun me around, measured my frame with his hands, and then pushed me away. "Got it?" "Yes, sir." The photographer almost smiled. "You're off to a good start." While Alan set up, Barbi instructed me to pour the wine - red for the two of them, white for myself. There were more lights, screens, flashes, and mirrors involved than I had ever imagined. Our room certainly looked like a professional photographer's studio by the time he was done. I imagined it must have cost a pretty penny for all that equipment, not to mention his time, but I found I didn't mind one bit. For the next hour, they made me pose for a series of photos. Alan moved me around the room, put me into awkward positions, chastised me for being too rigid, and ridiculed me for being so loose. He made me hold poses for what seemed an eternity as he captured my sissy curves from every angle, or adjusted the lighting to be just right. The whole time, he kept reminding me to keep my eyes wide and innocent, even as the rest of me screamed the news of my sexual awakening. Modelling was far more work than I ever guessed, only increasing my already immense respect for my Goddess. She'd been doing shoots like this for over fifteen years, and in far less forgiving surroundings than we found ourselves in. At the end of the hour, Barbi got up off the couch and disappeared into the walk-in closet for a moment. When she came back out, she had a black bullwhip in her hands and a pair of handcuffs. She approached the bed with slow, deliberate, oh-so-sexy steps, her shapely legs almost hypnotizing me with their gait. "Beg for it, bitch." Although self-conscious, at first, I soon got forgot about Alan and got right into proper sissy begging. "Please, Goddess, use your sissy. Tie me up, whip me, make me service your every desire." She continued to stand beside the bed. "I need you, Goddess. I need to be your bitch. I need to serve you, to love you, to lick and suck and caress every in of your perfect form." "How would you serve me?" "Any way you please, Goddess. My mouth is yours to fuck. My throat is yours to fuck. My sissy belly lives only to consume your magnificent cum." She handcuffed my right hand to the bed. "My sissy cunt is yours to fuck. My anal virginity is yours to claim. I have cleaned myself for you Goddess, so that you can shove that magnificent cock deep inside me and fuck me raw, fuck me into oblivion, fuck me until you've shot your cum so deep inside me, it will never come out." She handcuffed my left hand to the bed. The whole time, our photographer kept snapping away. As Barbi hovered over me, I stared right into the valley between her breasts. The spiderwebbed heart tattoo on her left breast was larger than life, almost demanding that I lick it off. "Oh, please, Goddess, use me for your pleasure. I am nothing but a useless sex toy, an elaborate doll with which to fulfill your desires before tossing me away like another piece of worthless trash." She began caressing me with the whip. "Would you let me hurt you?" I hesitated, but only briefly. I loved bondage, but was terrified of pain. I was a sissy in every sense of the word, but I was fully committed to this. "Yes, Goddess." I swallowed my fear and let the sincerity shine through my eyes. "If it pleases you, Goddess, I will take the pain you offer and accept is as the utmost pleasure, because it came from you." SNAP! The bullwhip extended halfway across the room with one flick of her wrist. It sounded painful, and all it had bitten was air. Barbi began gently slapping it across my body in a big 'X', coming in from the left, and then the right, and then the left again. Each kiss of the whip was a little harder, until I was flinching as much from the expectation of pain as the pain itself. Alan came closer and zoomed in on the pink welts appearing across my skin. I could tell that was turning him on. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Hmm, a little early." Barbi quickly flipped the whip around and shoved the handle in my mouth. "Suck it," she commanded, "while I see to the door." Unable to grasp the whip with my hands, which were still handcuffed to the bed, I sucked the handle of the whip, tasting her sweat in the well-used leather. "Is this the bitch?" I opened my eyes to find a huge, hulking, tattooed biker standing next to the bed. He was easily six-foot-two, nearly three hundred pounds, and looked like he could pick me up with one hand. At first glance, he looked dirty, like somebody who would have been hanging around the alley where we 'borrowed' the stripper's outfits, but a closer look proved it was part of a carefully crafted image. Beneath it all, he was actually extremely clean and very-well groomed. Barbi climbed up onto the bed, crossed her legs, and settled down between my legs. "I need you to prove yourself to me, Heathyr." She reached up and began stroking my cock beneath the layers of white. "I have a bit of a fetish for pierced nipples, and I want to be the first to enjoy yours." My eyes must have betrayed my terror, because she quickly set to work calming me down. "It's not as bad as you think," she promised. My limp sissy cock slipped free of its cotton panty prison and began growing in her hand. "Between the wine, the cream, the ice, and the... distraction -" she gave my cock a few hard strokes to emphasize, "- you'll barely feel a thing." With my cock still in her hand, she leaned forward and kissed me. It was a long, deep, hard kiss, full of love bites and lots of tongue. "You did say you were my present," she reminded me, "and this is what I want." What could I say to that? "Please pierce me, Goddess." Much to my surprise, I found that I meant it. "Put your mark on your bitch's breasts and make them yours." The very idea of it had me harder than I had ever been in my life. "I want to be your fetish." "Can we begin, already?" The biker was standing beside the bed with some frightening looking instruments in his hand. "I'll be in the lounge. I don't need to see this." Alan walked away and closed the adjoining door behind him. "Are we ready, Heathyr?" I nodded, too afraid to speak. Now sitting on the far side of the bed, opposite our guest, Barbi continued slowly stroking my cock, holding off every time she felt my balls begin to swell, as the biker set to work. At first, I couldn't help but watch as removed my top, washed my shaved chest with disinfectant, and then began squeezing and pinching my nipples to make them hard. "Drink up, Heathyr, and watch only me." As the white wine filled my mouth, I stared up into Barbi's eyes and found something there I had never expected. It was party sympathy, part gratitude, and part... well, not quite love, but affection. It told me how much she appreciated this, and that was probably the most potent pain-killer of all. "Nggghhhh!" I nearly choked on the wine as the first piercing shot through my nipple. "Aaaahhhaaiiee!" Sweat broke out over every inch of my body as the second piercing stabbed through. Barbi stopped stroking my cock. She leaned over, kissed the sweat from my forehead, and smiled. "Absolutely beautiful - thank you." I looked down and found a small gold hoop through each nipple. Careful not to move them too much, Barbi lifted then to show me the tiny pink heart decorating each ring. "Magnificent work, as always, Carl." Barbi rolled off the bed and walked around to the biker's side. "Will the usual do?" He laughed. It was a deep manly laugh, the kind that struck terror into a sissy's heart, even as it set that heart to fluttering. "You know it, babe." With that, Barbi dropped to her knees, unzipped his jeans, and took his cock into her mouth. It was already hard - I could tell he enjoyed his work - and it took her less than a minute to get make him cum in her mouth. Entranced, I watched every moment of it, wishing that I was down there with her, paying my fair share. When he came, I saw her cheeks bulge with the volume of sperm, and drooled over the thin, white trails running down either side of her mouth. When she turned to the bed, I saw the glint in her eyes and hoped desperately that she was going to do it. She sauntered over to the bed, visibly swishing and gargling the cum inside her mouth. She leaned over me, pulled her hair back, and let a long string of white begin to stretch from between her dark red lips to mine. I could smell it, almost taste it, and opened my mouth wide to accept it. To my dismay, she slurped the string of sperm back into her mouth and swallowed it all with a lip-smacking grin of contentment. "Sorry to get your hopes up, bitch, but the only cum you're tasting tonight is your own." She wiped the stray cum from her chin and licked the finger clean. "And mine, of course, should you prove yourself to be worthy of the honour." ??????? Between the pain, the wine, and the stress of it all, I must have dozed off for a while. Next thing I knew, I was standing in the shower with a naked Barbi standing before me. She was gently washing my nipples under the hot spray. It still hurt - a lot - but it was the kind of pain you could almost get used to. Then, of course, you moved and it exploded fresh and fiery inside your chest. After the shower, we dried each other off, and she applied more cream to my nipples. It helped to numb the pain a bit, although it made me want to keep touching them to confirm they were still there. Barbi batted my hands away twice before I managed to control myself, warning me that I'd get an infection if I didn't leave them alone. By this point, Alan had returned and was taking photos again. He circled around us, shooting up and down, close-up and from afar, as we dressed. Barbi slipped back into the black PVC dominatrix outfit that was her trademark, while she dolled me up as a slutty Catholic school girl. The blouse was too small. It showed off the tender, swollen mounds of my pierced sissy breasts, and revealed a good inch of naked belly at the bottom. The skirt was too tight and too short, revealing a glimpse of my bulging panties to any who cared to look. Barbi pulled fishnet stockings up my legs, intentionally tearing them in spots as she did so. The only thing she allowed to be perfect was the seam running up the back of each leg. My shoes were small little black numbers, scuffed and worn, with six-inch heels that made it hard for me to stand. As for my makeup, it felt slathered on, far more heavy and bold than my earlier look. Whereas she had sent a virginal shemale slut down to the wine earlier, it was a whorish sissy slut she'd be calling up for whatever she had in mind now. This photo shoot was much like the first - another hour of dancing and prancing around to Alan's rapid commands, stretching and contorting my body into positions never before imagined. Barbi sat on the couch, enjoying her wine and cigarettes, speaking up only to ensure that Alan emphasized my flat chest and swollen cock with the photos. I was still somewhat weak from the pain (no doubt buzzed from the wine), but I loved every moment of it. For some reason, the brazenness of my outfit turned me on far more than the perfection of my earlier look, making me want to fall to me knees and cry out for Barbi to use me. By the time we were done, I was so horny that pre-cum was literally running down my stockings. The photo shoot ended with me lying on the floor, looking up at Barbi's black panty-clad cock, while I sucked her heel and licked the sole of her boot. "So, what do you think," she asked me. "Is my slut ready to become my bitch?" I knew better than to stop sucking, so I just nodded frantically. Barbi pulled her heel from my mouth, stepped across the room, and laid herself down on the bed. "If you don't mind, Al, I'd like you to stay for this. I know you have your limits as to what you'll photograph, but if Heathyr's deflowering is to be my retirement present, then I'd really like a record of it to enjoy." Much to my surprise - and Barbi's, judging by the look on her face - Alan actually smiled. "I'd like to see where this goes. You've always been a great client," he told Barbi, "and I've grown rather fond of your little sissy here." Alan came over and nuzzled my cheek with his stubbly chin. "If you ever decide to get rid of that piece of meat between your legs and become a real woman, look me up." With that, he turned away and began not only setting up his photographic equipment, but checking and adjusting Barbi's video recording equipment as well. I'd completely forgotten about the video camera until that moment. Were we live? Was I being used and abused for the titillation of an invisible audience? I was surprised to find that the idea really didn't bother me. In fact, it turned me on. As shy as I normally was, Barbi's bitch apparently was a brazen little slut. Barbi ordered me to pour drinks for Alan and herself, although the photographer had barely touched his last glass. With wine glass in hand, Barbi stretched out on the bed and commanded, "Lick me, slut, from head to toe and back again." She pointed a gloved finger my way. "Allow your sissy tongue to so much as touch my breasts or my cock, and I'll throw you out on the street, dressed as you are, and this will all be over." The street wasn't so much a threat, but the idea of having come so far only to fail was devastating. Not that I needed a threat to obey my Goddess, but a little extra motivation never hurt anybody. I started with her left foot, the one I'd been sucking on the floor. Carefully lifting it in my hands, I sucked her heel deep into my mouth, then bathed the sole of her boot in kisses before licking those kisses away. Next, I licked my way up one side of her boot, bringing my face so close to the temple of her sex that I could smell it, and down the other. I then licked my way up the front of the boot, tracing the criss-crossed laces with my tongue. With the taste of well-oiled leather still in my mouth, I let my tongue travel up the strap of her garter, and then lovingly licked and kissed the scant few inches of naked flesh between the top of her stocking and the hem of her dress. Performing my act of oral worship on her dress proved to be the most difficult step of the process. I crossed back and forth across the front of it, leaving stripes of sissy saliva behind, until I reached the top edge of her wide, black, PVC belt. I literally had to force myself to stop, because I was so naturally drawn to the magnificence of her breasts. I wanted to bathe them in kisses, plunge my tongue into the deep valley between her mounds, and suck on her giant brown nipples until I could no longer breathe. Instead, I turned my head aside and licked my way up the side of her dress, making sure to stay well below the swell of her breasts. Once I reached her shoulder, I took her arm in my hands and kissed my way across the naked flesh of her upper arm, and then across the leather of her gloves. She allowed me to take each finger into my mouth, one by one, and suck them like five little cocks. I then kissed my way back up to her shoulder. There, I paused, not sure what to do next. Barbi solved that dilemma for me. "Kiss me, bitch, and let me taste that tongue." We kissed for a good twenty minutes, sucking each other's tongues, biting each other's lips, and generally just mashing our faces together. She tasted of wine, cum, and cigarettes, but it was the sweet taste of ambrosia to me. When she finally broke off the kiss, I kissed the rest of her face, careful not to disturb her makeup, and buried my face in the overflowing blonde tresses atop her head. Naturally, I then kissed and licked and sucked my way back down the other side of her body, doing everything I had the first time, but in reverse. "Oh, fuck the cock thing." Alan was laying on the bed beside me, taking close-ups of my face against Barbi's flesh. "Keep it in your skirt, and you can lick me any day." Barbi just laughed. "Nice sentiment, but she's my sissy slut." She turned her attention to me. "You've show remarkable passion and patience." She downed the rest of her wine and handed me the glass. "Bring me a glass of white this time." When I returned with the glass, she snatched it from my hand, then grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed. "Put your head between my breasts and get ready to clean me with that talented tongue of yours." The moment I laid my head between her breasts, Barbi began pouring white wine down the cleft between her mounds. I lapped it up as quickly as it fell, tasting the distinctive tang of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of the wine. Even when she stopped, I kept kissing and licking, luxuriating in the sensual overload. Next, she freed one breast from her top and began pouring wine over it. The moment my lips touched her nipples, and began suckling wine from her tits, I felt a tiny spurt of sissy cum flood my panties. It was that intense. We continued that like that until long after the glass was empty, with me searching out every inch of flesh to make sure that I had properly worshiped it with my mouth. "Another glass, slut." She physically threw me from the bed. "This time, make it red, and make sure the glass is full to the very top." As I began hobbling over the bar, she added, "Oh, and I'm sure I don't need to tell you not to spill a drop." Despite her reminder, I very nearly lost the entire glass when I turned around. She had freed her magnificent cock from its panty prison, and was slowly stroking it with her hand. Unable to concentrate on what I was doing, I nearly tripped three times in my heels, but somehow made it back to the bed with a full glass of wine. She gently pressed the top of my head as I handed her the glass. "Down," was all she had to say. I scrambled down the bed faster than I had moved all night and pressed my mouth against her hairless balls. Looking up at her from there, seeing her beautiful face framed by those incredible breasts, with her hard cock diving the vision in two, I knew what pure and absolute surrender was. I had said it before, and meant it at the time, but now I knew that I was not becoming Barbi's bitch... I already was her bitch. I watched, spellbound, as she brought the glass of red wine into my line of sight. The moment the first drop of crimson hit her cock, I darted forward and kissed it off. "Hmm, I liked that," Barbi moaned. We repeated the drop-kiss again, before she told me, "Back off for a moment and let the wine flow." It seemed like an eternity of waiting, but she stopped with half a glass remaining and commanded me to lick her cock clean. She didn't need to tell me twice. I started at the base of her cock, licking and sucking at the tight, smooth flesh. Next, I licked my way up her shaft - and, with eight erect inches, that was a lot of licking - loving every minute of it. When I reached the top, I pressed my lips against her soft, spongy head and sucked as hard as I could. Still sucking, I forced my head down, taking inch after inch of Barbi's cock into mouth. I was nothing like I had ever imagined. It was so much better. Just the feel of that hard cock filling my mouth, with the texture of the flesh that was hers and hers alone was absolute heaven. It was my first real cock - experimenting with the semi-flaccid clits of a few sissy friends certainly didn't count - and I knew in that moment it would not be my last. My mouth made love to her cock long after the wine was gone, taking it deep, and worshiping it all. When Barbi pulled my face away, I almost wanted to cry at having being so cruelly denied. This time, as she poured the rest of the wine over her cock, she told me, "Get ready, bitch, because this time you're going to earn it." Once again, I clamped my mouth around her cock the moment the wine stopped flowing. This time, though, she threw the glass away, grabbed my face in her hands, and thrust her cock into my mouth. I gagged and wretched as her cockhead slipped into my throat, but she held me there until I was able to relax and adjust. After that, she fucked my face hard and fast, crushing my nose against her groin, and nearly bruising my chin with the bouncing of her balls. I reached up to play with her balls, but she slapped my hands away. "You are not to touch until told." Properly chastised, I dropped my hands to my side and just let her use me. My face was her fuck-toy, and I existed only to ensure that the seal was tight, the throat was deep, and the tongue never stopped caressing that incredible shaft of flesh. She suddenly let go of my head. "Quickly. Open your mouth." I did as I was told, and was rewarded with a jet of hot cum. She spurted so hard, so strong, that I felt a stinging sensation against the top of my mouth. It was the most glorious thing I had ever tasted, so completely different from my own cum. I was sweet and nutty, with a bitter edge that was softened by another taste I couldn't place. Barbi hand a tight grip on her cock, squeezing the head with her gloved fingers. I could see her physically shaking as she aimed that magnificent monster, then let go her fingers and branded my face with a line of cum from my left eye to the right side of my chin. She squeezed and aimed again, then completed the sloppy 'X' with a stream of shemale semen stretching from the left side of my chin to my right eye. Her control was incredible! After the 'X' was done, she pulled back, leaving a good foot of space between us, and released her cockhead for the last time. The spurt wasn't quite as strong as the first one, but it still managed to cross the distance and land against the back of my tongue. With that, she shoved the cockhead just inside my mouth and let me nurse the rest of the seed from her slit. At that moment, I never wanted to eat or drink anything else for the rest of my life, because I knew even the finest wines and pastries could never possibly compare to the hot, white, nourishment still slowly tricking down my throat. The taste was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was instantly addicted, and all I wanted was more. "Good job, my sweet little bitch." Barbi pulled me up from her cock, even as she sat up before me. Smelling strongly of sweat and perfume, she slurped the cummy 'X' from my face and then kissed me hard. We swapped her cum back and forth in a series of passionate kisses, until there was finally nothing left but our saliva. "I need a quick break," she told Alan, "but I'd like you to take Heathyr out onto the balcony for some slutty, just got face-fucked, photos with the city lights in the background." We were only outside for a few minutes, but long enough to enjoy the catcalls and jeers of the men on the rooftop patio across the street. Feeling bold and daring, I actually leaned over the railing at one point and flashed them a pierced nipple. Alan laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, then pulled me back inside when it was time to swap out camera batteries. Back inside I found Barbi waiting for me, her cock dangling semi-hard between her legs. "Take this," she handed me a small plastic tube, "and work it into your ass while you suck my cock." This was it. This was the moment I was waiting for. I was terrified, but I was also extremely aroused. I was more than a little drunk too, but as much as it helped with the pain of my newly pierced breasts, I didn't think it had any impact on my desire... my need to please her. Barbi guided me over to the bed and had me lay down on my back. She pressed the head of her cock against my ass and told me to beg for it. "Please fuck your sissy bitch, Goddess. I want to feel you inside of me. I need to have your cock fill me." I thrust my ass up and wiggled it against your cock. "I am your bitch, and my ass is yours. I beg of you, Goddess, destroy me with your tool and claim my worthless gift for yourself." It sounded corny, but it was also sincere. "That's too bad." She pulled her cock away from my ass, leaving a cold void where her hot, swollen, cockhead had been just a moment before. "You don't sound convincing. You must not want it badly enough." Before I could utter a single cry of sissy protest, she rammed her cock into my ass. I cried out from the pain. If I hadn't already be desensitized by the piercing of my nipples, the pain of her cock so brutally piercing my ass would surely had rendered me unconscious. At the same time, beneath the pain was a feeling of fullness. Knowing what I had just taken inside me, seeing the look of blissful triumph on her face, and knowing that my sissy ass had put it there, was just heavenly. With half her cock buried in my ass, Barbi began fucking me with short, slow, shallow strokes. She was holding my legs in her hands, forcing me wide, even as she leaned into me. I could feel every movement inside me, but the pain was already giving way to a strange kind of numbness. Regardless, with the shock of the moment passed, I remember why I was there and began pleasuring my Goddess. I moaned like a bitch in heat and forced myself to press back against her cock. In response, she began to make her strokes longer and faster, almost withdrawing her head from my hole. Despite the pain, I knew I couldn't let her leave, so I pushed back again and squeezed my asshole around the shaft. "Very good, my bitch. You're learning." By that point, the numbness had given way to a warm tingling sensation. I was starting to enjoy not just the idea of what we were doing, but the act itself. "Please, Barbi, give it all to me. Drive that hard cock as deep into my ass as you can and fuck me until I can't walk." I was wiggling and squeezing and pressing my ass against her in time with her strokes. "Take me, Goddess, break me, make me the best fuck toy you've ever had." Without breaking away, she used my legs to flip me over onto my stomach. She pulled my ass into the air, pushed away my attempt to support myself with my arms, and forced my face into the sweaty, wine- and-cum stained sheets. Only then did she begin to properly plough her sissy bitch. Even though I'd already taken half of her cock, taking the rest was ten times more painful, and a hundred times more rewarding. Her shemale tool was deeper inside my body than anything had ever been before, and I was loving it. The longer she fucked me, the more I wanted. The room was filled with the smells and sounds of sex. I was moaning like a good sissy, while Barbi was hissing and groaning against me. Alan was still circling us with his camera, and even he looked a bit flushed. After a while, Barbi pulled me back so that I was actually standing on the floor, but still had my head pressed into the mattress. That gave her a whole new angle to fuck, and I could feel how much we were both enjoying it. The pain and the fear were gone, leaving only pure, unadulterated pleasure. I never knew having anything in my ass could feel good, much less this good, and I never wanted her to stop. A few minutes later, I was completely amazed myself by cumming all over the bed. My cock was hard, but dangling and bobbing in the air above the mattress. Nothing had touched it, but it was coming harder, and feeling more indescribably pleasurable, than any orgasm I'd had before. "Oh, yes." Barbi grabbed my hips and began fucking me even harder. "That's my sissy, that's my bitch." She was riding me hard, and using every ounce of leverage to get deeper inside me. "I can count the number of sluts on one hand who have managed a successful sissy cunt orgasm." My goddess leaned over and nibbled at my ear. "Barbi's proud of her little bitch." She pulled us further way from the bed, until my face was sliding in the pool of hot cum I'd deposited moments before. Without having to be told, I began cleaning up my mess, greedily slurping the cum from the sheets. I was just swallowing the last drop - it tasted soooo much better than it ever had on those occasions when I'd tried forcing myself to taste it at home - when she screamed and erupted inside my ass. Even though she'd already cum once in my mouth, the torrent she unleashed inside my ass was double what I'd swallowed earlier. She came so hard and for so long, I could feel it dribbling out of my ass and running down my legs. Then, just when I thought we were done, she ripped her softening cock from my ass and clamped her mouth to the hole. She sucked out my anal creampie, sticking her tongue deep inside me, until her mouth was full of spent cum. She then, of course, snowballed me with it, once again kissing and swapping sperm until we drained each other's mouths dry. The moment she broke away from our kiss, I spun around, dropped to my knees, and worshiped her cock clean with my tongue. "Wow." I was startled by the voice, having forgotten that Alan was still in the room with us. "I think this bitch is a keeper, Barbi." He laughed. "I really think you need to get her a sissy tattoo that won't wash off, though." Barbi and I both looked back to see my glitter-pen tattoo smeared across my back. "Well, we do have all week," she reminded me. "In the meantime..." Spent and confused, I could only watch as she walked unsteadily across the room to snatch up the small canvas bag that my piercings had come out of. Bringing it back to me, she reached inside and pulled out a pink leather choker. "Do you like?" She held it before my eyes, showing the words 'Barbi's Bitch' branded into the leather. "Now, this is to be riveted on," she showed me the gun, "and never to be removed." She placed it against my throat for a moment, then took it away. I don't remember the words, but I'm sure I made an absolute idiot of myself begging her for the privilege of wearing her collar. I know there were real tears in my eyes and butterflies in my stomach, but I had never wanted something so badly in all my life. Fuck family. To hell with work. Gawking strangers could kiss my ass. I wanted that collar and all that it signified like the greediest gold-digger wanted that diamond-studded engagement ring. As she popped the three rivets through the back of the collar, she told me I was such a good bitch and such a good present that she was almost sorry about retiring. She told me she felt bad for taking advantage and maxing out my credit card, but the sale of our photos and videos should generate enough interest for her to sell my trademark to one the high-end sissy porn sites I'd naively suggested she partner with instead of retiring. I experience a brief moment of panic at the news, even though I knew she was probably kidding. That fear was absolutely undone by the feeling of the collar being fastened about my neck. By the time she was done, and let the warm pink leather find its natural place around my throat, I found myself wondering and almost wishing she wasn't kidding. As I found a few days later, she wasn't. ??????? At the end of the week, I reluctantly dropped Barbi off back at her house. She left me with enough memories to last a lifetime, two suitcases of sexy outfits we'd gone out and purchased after returning the others to the strippers, and a third suitcase full of sex toys (some of which I still didn't know the purpose of). We'd switched hotels three times during the week, dragging along Alan at every step. At one point, during an outdoor shoot in the park, we'd been chased by a gang of homophobic thugs who quickly turned angry when they realised the two hot chicks making out on the playground really weren't chicks. Other than that, everything went remarkably well. Once all was said and done, Barbi insisted I drive home looking my sissy best, and even took me shopping at a high-end department store on our last night in the city to pick up something sexy enough to be worthy of her bitch, but still acceptable for daytime wear amid the prudes of Pennsylvania. Not only were we welcomed and accommodated, the salesgirl came along to play for an evening. For somebody so cute and innocent looking, she ended up suggesting things that even had Barbi blushing. Not that that stopped us from trying out each and every one, of course. Maybe it was the Canadian license plates, or maybe it was just the fact that I was the only driver on the road, but I picked up another sheriff's escort on my drive home. I was in far too good of a mood to worry about it, and just took my time, giving him no reason in the world to pull me over. Until he flashed his sirens and did just that. "Good afternoon, ma'am." He stared down at me from behind his sunglasses. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" In my best, soft sissy voice, I told him I didn't. "You didn't slow for that caution light back there." I looked behind me to confirm that there was, in fact, no caution light to slow down for. Before I could say it, he shrugged his shoulders in apology. "I'm afraid the light blew down in last week's storm, but the traffic violation is still in order." He began flipping through his ticket book, which he held right next to the bulge in his pants. As worried as I was about the situation, I couldn't help but notice. "I'm afraid this is a 'failure to obey' citation, which carries a fine that must be paid on the spot." The idea of a 'failure to obey' citation sent a thrill through my newly sexed body. Even though I'd already paid the same ticket back home last year, the terminology was undeniably erotic to a submissive sissy slut who'd just spend a week being her shemale Goddess' bitch. The officer leaned in through my window, smelling of sweat, coffee, and Old Spice deodorant. "Now," he said, "I, for one, think it's far too fine day to waste on paperwork." He put the ticket book back in his pocket and adjusted his package. "What do you say, Miss Heathyr? Can we come to an alternate arrangement?" It took me a moment to realise he called me Heathyr. When that fact finally dawned upon me, I smiled and nervously licked my lips. As I reach out for his zipper, I promised him that I would never 'fail to obey' ever again. END This story is dedicated, with complete awe and utter fawning submission, to Barbi Satin. She is, without a doubt, one of the most amazingly sexual, deliciously erotic, and wonderfully perverse women in the entire transgender community. While I have been fortunate to count her among my t-friends over the years, this story is far more fantasy than reality... although there's just enough truth contained within to make my heart race every time I read it. I hope you enjoyed it and, as always, I would love to hear from you all!

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As usual she showed up around a holiday. Thanksgiving this time - a time for family and friends. Of course. She knew it would be hard for us to deal with her. We couldn’t toss her out on the street in front of my mother-in-law. So she had a place to stay for a little while. Someone to prey on. The Bitch just won’t leave us alone. It starts small – snide comments, impatient remarks. She acts like she somehow owns what my wife and I have built. She’s nasty to me and talks my wife down every...

4 years ago
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Squealin Snitch Bitch

No reason needed for a bitch to get fucked in Colefax. [s]he probably deserved it anyway, either because of "her" crime on the outside (stupidity in getting caught, arrested, charged, convicted, and sentenced), because some bitch on the outs had it in for "her" and revenge-dialed the cops. Or, because [s]he fucked up and pissed Somebody off in here. Or, [s]he just got punked and turned out anyway because [s]he either sent out the vibes that [s]he liked it. Or [s]he looked pretty and...

2 years ago
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Prison Bitch

*********************************************************************** Note to Readers, this story contains racial stereotyping. If you do not like this do not leave a comment saying so...JUST DON'T READ IT *********************************************************************** Of course I dodge my taxes everyone does, it's the American way. Of course all the big businesses dodge taxes in fact with their high paid lawyers it's doubtful most pay any taxes at all! So I failed to...

4 years ago
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Dog Bikers Gang Bitch

“Hi Ray, be with you in a minute honey,” I say as my dreamboat of a lover comes into the diner. Finally I get the last table cleared and pocket the tip. Not too bad. Of course I do provide excellent service and my short shirt which shows off my pert ass plus my blouse showing the cleavage guys love to see certainly help. “Hey beautiful, how is my bitch tonight? Feeling frisky?” Ray asks with a smile that almost makes me wet. Being his bitch really turns me on. “Oh, darling, you know I’m...

4 years ago
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Daddys Little Bitch

Introduction: Katies Stepdad gets fed up with his daughters antics and trains her to be his pet bitch. Daddys Little Bitch by Katie Spencer ([email protected]) *** Chapter 1 Katie wasnt sure if she was the prettiest girl in town, but she damn well knew she was the hottest. She had just turned 18 and was beginning her senior year in high school. She was 54 and 120lbs with curves for days, long wavy brown hair, and a deep dark tan. She had developed large breasts at around the age of 12 and...

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Becoming Bitch

Linda, Part 1 - BeginningsI had met Linda three years earlier. She left her husband and moved in with me within a year. I was, from all she said, the lover she had always wanted. When it came to sex, her ex had ranged from lackluster to not interested, at best.We went at it like a couple of rabbits most of the time, especially in the beginning. She was apparently just trying to impress me in the beginning as well, by telling me of fantasies that ranged from being tied and taken by strangers to...

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Mindcontrol Panties 08 Hot Naughty Bitch

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of store it had never ventured into before. It wasn’t the sort of place that young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find clothing. It was a gaming store. The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, chance, and wagers. The possibility sent a rush through its veins. If it hadn’t found this new high of mind control,...

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Wifes in Charge Your My Little Bitch

Sex had become a one-night-a-week chore that left me barely satisfied. In fact, I had recently unleashed the world wide web of porn on the internet to get me off between our weekly fornications. After everybody was in bed for the night, I'd retire to the study, sit down at my keyboard and surf my way to a satisfying jerk-off. As the weeks progressed, the r-rated pictures of hot little teen cuties had less and less effect on my middle-aged boner. I started surfing more hardcore stuff; orgies,...

2 years ago
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Guy said he wanted to me till I was his bitch

It’s been a while since I had anything to write about but that just changed. Most of the messages I get on A4A have the same subject line, nice ass or Mmmmm or sometimes just a smile so when I opened my inbox and saw one that said “I want to face fuck you and **** your hole” my cock sprung to life. I opened the message and it was short and to the point. “You’ve got a nice bubble, I want to put you on your knees at my feet and stuff my cock down your throat till you gag around me and once I’m...

4 years ago
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The transition from Shalisa to Bitch

I woke in the morning and stretched, enjoying the stretching of muscles sore from a long nights work. I went down stairs and fixed breakfast, making sure there was enough for my and bitch. Then I unlocked to door that lead to the basement and went down the stairs. Bitch was laying on the twin bed i had brought down into the basement. Her collar had a chain going from around her neck to the headboard of the bed. The collar couldnt be removed without a key, which I had hidden. For...

4 years ago
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He found his young Bitch

It was a warm summer night.I had just turned 18,so I thought i,d take in the local club.I got all dressed up,a short little leather mini skirt,black thigh high,s,satin black pantie,s,black bra and white blouse.I know I dress like a slut,but hey it,s saturday nite.I walked into the club,it was real quiet,but it was early yet.I went to the conner of the bar and ordered a beer.I was sipping on my beer when a man walked up and said have,nt seen u in here before,well no this is my first time just...

2 years ago
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Hunting Down Evil Bitches

I’m going to be brutally honest here, folks. I hate bitches. I hate everything about them. They’re wicked, evil and manipulative. They think that having a vagina grants them special rights. They ruin the lives of good men. They destroy entire families. They bring down whole organizations. They are agents of chaos and destruction and I hate them for it. I pity any fool who gives away his love, his money or his trust to a bitch. What I really hate about bitches is their total lack of remorse...

4 years ago
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Biker Bitch

The following story is true my wife and I were only18 and 19 at the time. Rick and his biker friends took my wifes ass virginity and turned her into a cock hungry woman. After her first gang bang she wanted to try everythng and anything. This was only the start.... We arrived at out motel and quickly went out with a friend for supper. We returned a short time later only to find 2 men waiting outside our room, we were told that their boss wanted to see us in room 120. We asked what this...

3 years ago
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Little Farm of Horror Part 1 Charles Becomes a Bitch

This is my First story ever written. Email comments, criticisms and blatant praise to [email protected] this story is also complete fiction everything in it is nothing more than the twisted fantasies of the writer. The writer does not condone mind control or rape in any form. (Unless the writer is the one being raped or mind controlled) Little Farm of Horror Part 1 Charles had been driving for hours. He was getting worried, very worried. The last gas station he had...

3 years ago
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How my girlfriend turned me into her sissy bitch

Her Perfect Ass And Evil Sexy Dirty Looks Mind Fucked Me Into Wanting To Be A Girl Rather Than Fuck One......as this naive, innocent, christian, bible believing 20 something gave me the best sex of my life with a reach around, as I would cum, she would whisper "Not bad for a cock sucker. LOSER!" and then push me away, stand up, look at me in disgust with those evil sexy eyes that would become so powerful as she threw me the meanest, 'fuck you, loser' look ever, then she would leave, her perfect...

3 years ago
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Whoring My Hos And A Bitch

It was fairly easy to notice that Mrs. Graham, our high school senior teacher, was constantly looking at the black boys crotches in class. The only problem was she finally looked at the wrong one. Mine.I stayed after the other k**s left class that evening to test my theory. She didn't notice as I watched her cleaning the blackboard. Her large hips swayed with each rub across the board. Her dress was fairly low cut for a lady in her mid 40s but her legs were nicely firm. She turned around and...

3 years ago
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My Hos And A Bitch

It was fairly easy to notice that Mrs. Graham, our high school senior teacher, was constantly looking at the black boys crotches in class. The only problem was she finally looked at the wrong one. Mine. I stayed after the other students left class that evening to test my theory. She didn’t notice as I watched her cleaning the blackboard. Her large hips swayed with each rub across the board. Her dress was fairly low cut for a lady in her mid 40s but her legs were nicely firm. She turned...

3 years ago
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Jackis Bitches

Jacki's BitchesBy ReddbunnzChapter One:  Carol?s Parents ReturnCarol was sitting in the parlor of her Uncle Rob?s home awaiting the arrival of her parents.  Carol, an 18 year old high school senior, was staying with her Uncle and his girlfriend, Joy, in order to finish high school while her parents were on an extended, three-month long European vacation. Carol was not only wanted to see them again, but she suddenly realized how much she had missed them both dearly.  Carol loved both her Uncle...

4 years ago
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Bottom Bitch

Bottom BitchBy [email protected] me set the scene. My name is Mike, as a "Gurl" I go by Fiona. I am a gay man, mid thrities,white, 5' 9'165, reasonably handsome, both in and out of women's clothes. One of theways I express my sexuality is to dress as a woman and get fucked byother men. Preferably in a humiliating situation, with several guys fuckingme.Just one of my kinks.~This night was the second time I had gone with Anthony. The first time wasthe Friday Night before.I dressed in 3...

3 years ago
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becoming a bitch

Becoming a BitchIt was supposed to be simple. A blind date, set up online. A hot chick. Me getting laid for the first timein a while. You know. Simple. And that's what actually happened. Sort of.I get to the bar, I see Meghan across the way, sitting pretty in a short black dress, legs crossed,sipping on a martini like she's sucking my cock already. Far as I'm concerned, I'm as good as fucked,the way she's making herself out to be: smooth thighs, big, round tits, lips that could blow the cap...

3 years ago
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The Making of a True Bitch

I shouldn't have been surprised when she confessed having a sexual curiosity towards my large male German Shepherd, Lex. Lex was a pretty horny beast, always humping furniture and legs. Anna admitted it turned her on knowing the dog was horny and eager to fuck a bitch. We'd been together a few months and I'd entertained numerous Daddy fantasies and schoolgirl fantasies, not to mention a rape scene. But I'd never once considered involving my dog in our sex life... She wanted the dog in...

3 years ago
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punishing bitch

"You should eat." I told her. She looked up at me with hateful eyes and said "Why, so I have energy when you rape me?" the words flew out of her mouth in an angry flurry. I looked at her coldly. I figured there would come a point when bitch got so full of hate that she back talked me. I wasn't surprised by her actions. But I would punish her for her words. She was my property. My truck wouldn't stall out of spite, and bitch will learn not to be disrespectful to her master. I...

3 years ago
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becomiing a bitch

It was supposed to be simple. A blind date, set up online. A hot chick. Me getting laid for the first timein a while. You know. Simple. And that's what actually happened. Sort of.I get to the bar, I see Meghan across the way, sitting pretty in a short black dress, legs crossed,sipping on a martini like she's sucking my cock already. Far as I'm concerned, I'm as good as fucked,the way she's making herself out to be: smooth thighs, big, round tits, lips that could blow the cap offa bottle of Bud,...

3 years ago
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Linda Part II Becoming Sires Bitch

Last night, Linda had succumbed to my 'trickery' and had allowed herself to be mounted and thoroughly fucked by Sire, our Juvenile Golden Retriever. She had said she liked it and depending on how guilty she felt afterward would determine whether she would allow it to occur again. I was determined to not let a silly thing like guilt stand in the way of us opening up our sexual horizons. Linda was naturally submissive. As I mentioned in Part I she had fantasies of being tied up and used...

3 years ago
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Linda Part II Becoming Sires Bitch

Introduction: The beginning wasnt enough *** This is the second installment in a continuing saga. I recommend you go back and read Linda Part I Beginnings or the context of the story may be lost to you. Last night, Linda had succumbed to my trickery and had allowed herself to be mounted and thoroughly fucked by Sire, our Juvenile Golden Retriever. She had said she liked it and depending on how guilty she felt afterward would determine whether she would allow it to occur again. I was determined...

4 years ago
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So who is the Boss now bitch

That morning my Boss called me to his office.I went there in a rush, fearing the worst about my position in the firm. But my kind Boss noticed it and said I should calm out…He explained we had a matter of attitude with one of the junior employees. The guy was the son of a good friend of his; so he did not want to take a decision about his fate… He needed me to correct the problem and fire the guy by myself…I knew this guy Tyrrell was a pain in the ass and fortunately, he did not work for my...

3 years ago
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That Bitch That Bitch That Little Fucking Bitch

"That bitch, that bitch, that little fucking bitch!" I kept repeating that phrase over and over again in my mind. I was trying hard not to lose my composure, not to hit my wife in her pretty, confused, disloyal little face. I am not usually a violent man. Oh the potential for it is always there, just beneath the surface, but I know how destructive, how dangerous an SOB I can be; and I don't like myself when I let the asshole out of the bottle. Maybe I was being unfair, maybe I had not heard...

3 years ago
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Riding Bitch

Riding Bitch By Cissykay It was my favorite day of the year. September 1st. I worked my ass off for ten months counting the days, hours and minutes until my yearly pilgrimage to Sturgess. At twenty seven years of age, it is my first year as the president of the local motorcycle club. All twenty two men in the club rode Harleys. I had been riding since I was old enough to shift a small mountain bike. I graduated to the big "hog" as soon as I earned enough money to buy one. As the owner...

3 years ago
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Making Paris Hilton My Bitch

The rich heiress followed in the path made by her bulky muscle bond protector to the bar, swaying her hips trying to catch the eyes of several younger men watching her every move. She wore a simple Playboy shirt and jeans, the top of her breasts looking extremely inviting. Once she reached the bar she ordered a screaming orgasm, how ironic thought Jason. “A complementary drink for your friend Miss Hilton” asked Jason handing the drinks out. She peered at Jason obviously finding him...

4 years ago
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Brads Bitch

bisexual – gay – reluctant – domination – feminizationThe phone rang. I pulled it from my jeans pocket and saw that it was Brad. Shit! I really didn't want a call from him right now. Maybe I should just ignore it. But somehow he always knew when I'd just ignored his calls. And then that was even worse.I answered it, thinking only fleetingly about "the speech" that I'd composed and honed over the years and knew now that I would never actually give. I don't know why I even thought of it anymore....

3 years ago
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Brads Bitch

The phone rang. I pulled it from my jeans pocket and saw that it was Brad. Shit! I really didn't want a call from him right now. Maybe I should just ignore it. But somehow he always knew when I'd just ignored his calls. And then that was even worse.I answered it, thinking only fleetingly about "the speech" that I'd composed and honed over the years and knew now that I would never actually give. I don't know why I even thought of it anymore. Maybe it made me feel just a little bit in charge of...

3 years ago
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The bitch

I hate my dad's new girlfriend. She was bossy and snotty towards me. I don't know why she had such an attitude towards me, but it did not feel good to be in the house when she was around.Sure she had a hot body and a very pretty face, but she was a total bitch to me! Kept asking myself how my nice and good guy of father could have this bitch around. I don't think he ever got to see her true behavior when he was around. She put this nice face and attitude, but as soon as my dad was far away...

3 years ago
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little bitch

To tell you a bit about myself and my life, it is just me and my dad that live togetheras my bitch of a mother left us to start a new life with my dads brother, my uncle.I am a 12 years old boy, but i'm not like most young boys from as early as the age of 5i have always wondered what it would be like to be a girl. So from when i was around 10i would try on my mothers clothes and after a while of doing this i decided to take a pairof knickers and bra they wasn't too sexy but they made me feel...

3 years ago
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Jennifers Plaything 5 Paybacks a Bitch

*** AUTHOR'S NOTE: First of all, thank you for all the kind words of encouragement for my last two chapters of this story. It has been a wonderful experience to find such a supportive community as Fictionmania. Second: Yes, I realize that I skipped a couple chapters. I wanted to tell this story next and I didn't want to wait until the last two chapters were finished. Some day I will go back and fill in those holes......I mean those holes in the story. ...

1 year ago
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Morgan Girl Next Door Taser The bitch

Morgan returned from college to be abused by father and brother. She befriends Bob next door who she did not realize was secretly photographing her. Bob along with his friend Josh continue abuse of the girl. Bob gives Morgan slut clothes and takes her to a garage where she helps to pay the Bill. Now outside in a bad neighborhood her troubles...

3 years ago
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Psycho Bitch

"One, two, three, four, we are wildcats, so we'll kick their asses a little more!!" we all chanted, while dancing around in the gym.  "Wait, wait, Hannah, did you say, 'So we'll kick their asses a little bore?'" she asked, strolling up a bit. I walked forward and looked at her with my arms up and my eyebrows down. "For the last time, Miranda, I did not get it wrong. I've been practicing this routine for weeks now." "Uh huh, well, let's try that again," she suggested, getting back into...

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3 years ago
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Mistress Sacha and her new bitch

I’m making a very good living from having sex with guys who like a sexy girl with a little something extra. Straight guys can pretend they aren’t gay because I look so much like a female they can pretend. That’s until everyone of them kneels and sucks my little clit. I now live in a very nice apartment in city centre Manchester, balcony views of the city and on site parking for my Range Rover sport. You can’t miss me, it’s pink!I make an awful lot of money by fulfilling men’s fantasies ( and...

4 years ago
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Psycho Bitch

"Wait, wait, Hannah, did you say, 'So we'll kick their asses a little bore?'" she asked, strolling up a bit. I walked forward and looked at her with my arms up and my eyebrows down. "For the last time, Miranda, I did not get it wrong. I've been practicing this routine for weeks now." "Uh huh, well, let's try that again," she suggested, getting back into position. "You fucking stupid bitch, you think just because you are the cheer captain, you can just be Cunt-zilla?" I muttered...

4 years ago
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A new neighbor asks me to let her be my bitch

I’m a married lady who likes a little pussy on the side now and then, something my husband knows nothing about and I’ve had a few subs through the years. I like the subservient cunts, they are easy to manipulate and always take good care of my pussy. A new family moved in down the street from us, Helen, she’s a blue eyed blond with great legs and a lousy attitude who thinks the world owes her something but her husband, Doug is real nice. My husband, much to my chagrin,...

1 year ago
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My bitch

Her bitch is running late tonight and she isn't sure why and not sure she cares why ...she is pissed. He will be punished for this . He knows he must never be late without asking her first even if they were to need him to work late he should have called and asked. She goes to get his leash and collar and a whip. Then returns to the living room waiting to hear him pull in the drive way. She could call and see where he is but it is his responsibility to call for permission. So she will just...

3 years ago
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Making of a Bitch

Katie hated that she had to leave all her friends in the city and move half way across the country. After her mother passed away from cancer there was no one to care for her in the city. The divorce had taken its toll on both her mom and dad. He moved to Kansas and she stayed in Washington D.C. He started a dog breeding farm and was doing quite well, not to mention he had remarried and had two step-daughters from it while her mom was living on welfare dying from cancer. Her mom had stayed...

2 years ago
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Sleep Well Bitch

This is mostly a true account of experiences that I've gone This is mostly a true account of experiences that I've gone through. The thoughts and emotions are very real. I hope you enjoy, she did.   The cold has burrowed down into the core of my being while she is nestled among her nice warm blankets. My legs burn with cramps as they long to stretch out while she moves her legs in whatever way her subconscious mind desires to afford her a restful sleep.  I try in desperation to shake...

3 years ago
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Bitch

Comissioned by Moonlly Writen by Itsme Song lyrics included from Meredith Brooks, Shania Twain and Meghan Taylor. All rights reserved to those artists and record companies. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The radio clicked on. It was the morning alarm. Music played. "I hate the world today..." I turned over in bed. "I hadn't heard this song in a while. It's a song I used to hear all the time in the 90s," I thought. "I like the song so...

1 year ago
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Trisha Makes Me Her Bitch

“Just try it, I think you’ll really like it!” Trish was telling me. We were in somewhat of a sexual rut, and this was the result of it. We hadn’t had sex for three weeks at this point. It’s not that I didn’t want her. Trish was far more beautiful than I had deserved. We had dated since high school, back when she was a bit of nerdy. I was fortunate enough to be pretty popular being a pretty decent track star. Man, I wish things could go back to those days. I...

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