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Debbie seemed to be Pansy's keeper more so than Tracy, and so she went
ahead and unbuckled his gag, with him still on the table, and carefully
removed it from his mouth. She then took a pair of scissors and cut
through the duct tape holding his arms first, then stripped it off with
quick strokes, to reduce the pain. As his body was hairless he didn't
suffer too much pain in the process and was soon able to flex his arms
again, and drool over his electric blue, 3 inch long nails, and his
delicate little silver rings. He then lay first on one side then the
other while Debbie cut through the duct tape and stripped it off. He
painfully straightened his legs and was about to sit back down on his
backside, when Debbie said, "Wait, Pansy, I have to remove your tail
first, but the butt plug stays!" She fiddled at the base of the tail for
a few seconds and managed to disconnect it from the butt plug. Pansy was
quite enjoying having his ass invaded and was happy to keep it in,
knowing also that it would make him walk with a more feminine,
pronounced swing of his hips. He now sat with his legs dangling over the
side of the table and Debbie said to him. "Well Pansy, what you have to
do now is put on some clean panties, stockings and suspenders, your
spike heel shoes, and your bracelets and bangles, then fix your hair and
makeup. When you're done you can give yourself a big spray with that
perfume you have in your bag, and don't forget your private areas. I'm
going to freshen up, myself."
About half an hour later they were all gathered in the sitting room.
Pansy was in seventh heaven, going out dressed as a girl, well, an over
made up tart, for the first time. He was so excited and he felt his
heart racing just as he did when he dressed in girl's clothes and wore
makeup. He was now sitting on the settee with his legs crossed in true
feminine style, and the bullying from his mistresses had stopped, at
least for the time being. Debbie said to him. "Now, listen, Pansy, we
have been talking amongst ourselves and we have decided that we can't
really call you Pansy when we are out. It wouldn't be fair on you if you
are trying to put across a girly image and it would reflect badly on us
too, people might think that we were bullying you. So, do you have a
girly name that you use when you dress, or would you like Mistress Tracy
and I to choose one for you?"
"Thank you for being so kind to me, Mistress Debbie, when I dress I like
to think of myself as Marilyn, would it be alright if I used the name
Marilyn when we are out in public?"
"Yes, that is quite satisfactory," replied Debbie, "and, Marilyn, you
may call us just by our first names when we are out too, but only when
we are out and in the company of other people. And now, if everyone is
ready, I think we will go. The Red Lion is the nearest pub to us here
and it is only about a ten minute walk. It's a mild evening and we won't
need coats. Oh, and Marilyn, make sure you bring your handbag with you
and some money for a round of drinks."
Marilyn went upstairs, collected some money from her bedroom and put it
in her purse.
They left the house and walked off down the road towards the pub, the
two couples talking amongst themselves and Marilyn making sure that she
kept up with them, teetering along on her 7 inch high spike heels, her
butt plug making her walk in an exaggerated fashion. She had become
somewhat preoccupied when Debbie had said they would be going to the Red
Lion pub, as this was the only pub she ever went to and she knew the bar
staff and most of the customers, and they knew her, as a male. Even
though she was happy to be going out dressed, and made up in the way
that she was, she was also terrified of being recognised as Peter,
Debbie and Tracy's brother.
She click clicked up the road with her hands raised and her wrists limp
in a sort of run to catch up with Debbie, and explained her concerns.
"Well, Marilyn, I've already thought of that one. We all use that pub
and we are all known there, so, we will describe you as our cousin, that
will explain the similarity in looks. Your story is that you now live in
America but you are visiting, perhaps with a view to living in England
again. Now if anyone asks you for any more details, you will have to use
your imagination and invent that part yourself. I hope you are a good
liar though because you will have to remember what you said for the next
time you go there as Marilyn."
Well, Marilyn thought, so they have plans on taking me there again, even
before this first evening has started. They have been talking, haven't
they. This plan with the cousin story might just work as the amount of
makeup that she was wearing would prevent anyone from positively
recognising her. She would have to be careful with her voice though and
speak softly like she had practised so many times at home before. Well,
there was no going back now as they were at the door of the pub.
The pub was busy and they went straight up to the bar where Gerry said.
"What would you ladies like to drink?"
Debbie said, "I'll have a Gin and Tonic please Gerry, and a small lager
for you Tracy?"
"Yes, that will do fine thanks," replied Tracy.
Marilyn was just standing there realising that all eyes were upon her,
and she was petrified, was she really so noticeable or different? She
tried to just ignore the looks, and shut down in her own little world.
At the edge of her senses she could faintly hear something that was
familiar, it seemed to be coming from a long way off, then suddenly she
realised it was Debbie calling her name. "Can you concentrate sweetie,
Gerry wants to know what you want to drink."
"Oh I'm sorry," she whispered, "I'll have a pint of Guinness, oh, God,
no, no, no, I mean, I'll have a small white wine please, Gerry." Gerry
just raised his eyes, shook his head and turned back to the bar.
Debbie said "Look, there's a table free over there, let's take it shall
we?" And the girls headed over to the table, with the men taking up the
rear, carrying the drinks. The seating arrangement was not pre planned
and Marilyn found herself on a bench seat, her back to the wall, with
Jim on her left side and Debbie on her right; Tracy and Gerry were
sitting opposite. Marilyn felt secure with this arrangement surrounded
by familiar faces who knew her secret.
They hadn't been sitting there long when one of Peter's male friends
came over to say hello to his sisters. "Hi, Tracy, Hi, Debbie, aren't
you going to introduce me to your friend?" Terry said.
"Hi Terry, yes this is Marilyn, she's a cousin of ours just visiting
from America."
"Oh, wow, yes I can definitely see the family resemblance, Hi Marilyn!"
said Terry. "Mind if I join you guys?" And without waiting for an answer
took a seat at the end of the table as close to Marilyn as he could
place himself.
She was absent mindedly sitting with her hand wrapped around her glass,
wiping the frost off, turning it a little and repeating the process over
and over again, and giving the appearance of masturbating the glass. Her
3 inch long electric blue nails were being shown off to their most
erotic and she didn't even know she was doing it. Terry couldn't take
his eyes off her hands, he was totally mesmerised, he had always loved
long nails on women but had never met anyone with such beautiful nails
as this. As she moved her hand, her bangles and bracelets jangled
together adding to the effect, and her eyes were cast down slightly,
showing off her eye makeup and huge lashes to their best. Even though
her makeup was extreme it was also expertly applied which made all the
difference. "I hope you don't mind me asking you Marilyn, but what line
of business are you in, it must be movies or the music industry surely?
Because you, and I hope that you don't mind me saying so, are absolutely
stunning; a real doll."
Marilyn blushed under her makeup, stopped playing with her glass, and
said in her best female voice, "Well thank you for the compliment Terry,
I work in the cosmetics industry, and we are trying out a new range of
our more outrageous party styles at the moment, that's why my makeup is
so striking, as is the colour of my nails." As she said this she looked
down at her hands which were now linked together on the table showing
off her lashes in true submissive mode.
Debbie had been listening to this conversation and she thought to
herself. "Well, the crafty little cow, she wriggled out of any further
embarrassing questions about her look, what a perfect answer, I would
never have thought of that one."
It was at that moment that Jim got up to go to the loo and Terry
immediately jumped in his seat, right next to Marilyn. "So Marilyn, tell
me more about yourself, Debbie said you were living in the States, which
part?"
Marilyn thought to herself, "He's chatting me up, he saw me and straight
away hit on me. I didn't know this side of Terry, when we go out
together as buddies we have a few beers and talk about soccer. I'll have
to make some stuff up here about the USA, and try and move the subject
on.
"Oh, Los Angeles, Terry but let's talk about something else shall we?"
She said "I mean, what about you, what are your likes and dislikes for
instance?"
He talked about his job, he was an architect, and his home, he had
bought his own house even though he was unattached, and hundreds of
other things that Marilyn already knew the answers to.
By the time he had finished talking about himself he had plied her with
three more large glasses of wine and she could feel herself getting a
little tipsy. She had decided to have a little fun with Terry and had
rested her hand on his upper thigh.
"So you like my look then do you Terry," she said, batting her eyelashes
at him and stroking his leg, occasionally catching the end of his cock
with her nails. "Well that's such a nice thing to be told, it makes a
girl feel good to know that all the trouble she goes to is appreciated."
She was now rubbing his hard cock with her hand and dragging her nails
across it. Then she turned to face him with one cheek on the bench seat
and her back to Debbie, she could feel the butt plug inside her, and her
cock was straining inside the chastity device. It had spikes on the
inside so any form of erection was extremely painful as soon as his
member came into contact with them.
She brought her lips right up close to his, without kissing him, and now
she was confident that no-one could see her hands under the table, she
unzipped him and slipped her hand inside his trousers. He froze, a look
of terror on his face, and winced a few times as her long talons
accidentally dug into his manhood. He never dreamed that she would go
this far, especially in a busy bar. She began stroking his cock with her
nails inside his trousers. "Don't worry," she said, "No-one can see
what's happening, this is your reward for paying me all those lovely
compliments Terry, and she pulled his cock out from inside his trousers
and continued working on it under the table, but Terry lost his nerve,
reached down and put it back into his fly, and zipped himself up.
Marilyn was not to be deterred, and continued to work on him, stroking
and clawing and rubbing until he could hold back no longer, and exploded
inside his trousers.
Marilyn said, "Well who's a silly boy then, if we had done it my way, I
could have pointed your penis at the floor and made you come down there,
instead of that, you've now got a great big stain in your trousers that
is only going to get bigger, and will take hours to dry."
He looked at her and stammered, "Well it's been really nice meeting you,
Marilyn but I've just remembered I have to meet someone shortly."
"Oh, so soon, will I see you again Terry? You've been such fun to, um,
er, talk to," she said smirking.
"Not sure, um, maybe, but not sure, may be away on business for a while
so maybe not. Um, bye now." And with that, he leapt to his feet and
rushed out of the door bent almost double to hide his embarrassment. She
raised her hand in farewell, even though he was gone, showing off her
talons and her excessively bejewelled forearm to the rest of the bar.
"Bye Terry" she mouthed. If only he knew she thought, he would be more
than just a little embarrassed I suspect.
Debbie turned to her and said, "What happened to Terry, you seemed to be
getting on great guns, well, you know him already, don't you? He's one
of you drinking friends isn't he? He didn't suss you out did he? He
didn't discover your little secret did he Marilyn?"
Marilyn looked straight ahead, smiling to herself and replied. "No,
Debbie, he had no idea from what I could tell but, when I had my back to
you I had his cock in my hand. He shot his load in his trousers. That's
why I smiled when you said getting on great guns. But he eventually left
in embarrassment with a big stain in his trousers; I think he thought I
was a bit too fast for him. That's what I wanted him to think though;
the last thing I want is for him to turn up at the house looking for
Marilyn."
"You really are disgusting aren't you!" remarked Debbie. "Is there
anything sexual that you won't do? I mean, you meet a guy for five
minutes and you're wanking him off under the table in a busy pub, that's
just amazing!"
"Well he paid me lots of compliments about the way I looked and I felt I
should reward him. Anyway, you're no angel from what I've seen today.
You seemed quite content when we were together."
"Now just you listen to me you fucking little Pansy, I told you that
never happened so just keep that fucking lip of yours buttoned. Do you
hear me!"
"Yes Debbie I hear you," Marilyn said.
"Yes who? You dirty disgusting little faggot. Yes who? What do you say!
Come on let me hear it!"
"Yes, Mistress Debbie" Pansy said, knowing that his evening of freedom
was fast coming to an end.
"That's better," said Debbie, "and don't you ever forget it. Your
Mistress Tracy and I rule your life from now on. We even hold the key to
your chastity. Now finish your drink, Pansy, we're going home."
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