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Drunken Delight
Getting drunk can often land you in trouble and sometimes, when someone
else gets drunk, it can lead to something magical. And that's what
happened to me.
My name is Ron and I had been married for three years now and my wife
was the girl of my dreams. Lucky me, eh? A slim girl with short wavy
hair, she was a marketing professional like me. To say she was pretty
was an understatement. Sonya had large eyes, beautiful luscious lips
and a small pointed nose. She always dressed smartly, usually wearing
mini skirts or ankle-length frilly skirts with bright blouses and
stiletto heels.
We had a nice regular sex life, though it wasn't very adventurous.
Sonya was quite 'vanilla' and didn't want to experiment much, even
though I was always after her to try some bondage games. She always
balked.
Then one day, we had a friend over. Debbie from next door was a close
friend of both me and Sonya and she was a hot vivacious girl who
changed boyfriends every week, and I had a teeny-tiny crush on her.
Though she wasn't as pretty as Sonya, she wasn't a bad-looker. She
normally sported a blunt cut and was usually dressed a little
provocatively, not averse to showing a little cleavage and some leg.
Her breasts were nice and big, a little bigger than Sonya's and her
sensuous voice used to leave me weak in the knees.
That day, both Sonya and Debbie got a little drunk, while I was still
nursing by first glass of Vodka when the topic turned to how Sonya
never took any risks.
"I can take risks," said an affronted Sonya.
"Naah! You're so vanilla," I said with a grin.
"Not so," she said, her cheeks turning red.
"Of course you are," added Debbie, coming to my support.
"Why don't you show me," I dared her, trying to press home the
advantage.
"Actually, I have an idea," Debbie interjected.
I was immediately wary. A slightly drunk Debbie's ideas were usually
dangerous.
"The question is, Ron, will you also be up to it," she asked with a
raised eyebrow and then began whispering something in Sonya's ear. As
Debbie whispered, I could see Sonya's eyes getting a naughty glint.
"Oh oh!" I thought. I don't like the way this is going.
"Well," said Sonya, "since you keep claiming I am vanilla, how about
proving what you are capable of?"
Debbie had turned the tables here.
"I dare you to be our slave today, a girl slave. If you have the guts,
that is. You'll have to do everything we tell you to. Are you up for
it?"
Backing down now would have meant loss of face. And truth be told, as
soon as she said the words "girl slave" my heart had started beating a
little faster. And I nodded my assent.
"Okay, lets get to work," said Debbie, immediately taking charge of the
situation. She barked a few orders at me and Sonya.
"Ron you go take a shower, get rid of whatever tiny little body hair
you have. I don't think you need a shave, but do it anyway. Sonya you
better ransack your closet now. And I will get us some stuff from next
door."
As I looked at the two girls, my mouth still open, Debbie snapped:
"Well go on slavegirl. Follow your orders."
As I headed for the bathroom, I could hear the girls giggle. "He's so
pretty, he'll make a lovely girl," I heard Debbie tell Sonya.
When I came out of the shower, my skin smooth as a lingerie model's,
Sonya had an outfit laid out for me. "Come and get dressed girlie," she
said, beckoning me with a crooker manicured finger.
She made me wear her bra first, a silky while bra with some flowers on
it. She stuffed these with some socks. Then followed the silk panty in
the same pattern. I drew in my breath sharply as Sonya pulled the
panties up. I could smell her perfume and the vodka on the breath as
she pulled them up and my hard-on tried to make its way out of the
panties.
"Tell Mr. Mount Everest to calm down. I'll get to him later," she
whispered softly in my ear, as I almost started hyperventilating from
excitement. The panty was followed by a slip which was as soft as
heaven.
Then she made me sit and applied a dark maroon nail paint on my toes.
"Oh my! Your feet look so pretty," she exclaimed. For good measure, she
added a couple of toe rings and a silver anklet on one ankle.
Just then Debbie entered with an armload of goodies. She saw me and
whistled and I blushed. She took out a pair of large silver clip-on
hoops from her collection and put them on my ears. Along with this came
a silver choker necklace. The girls started with the make-up after
this. Debbie applied a lipstick shade that matched my toes, her
proximity leaving me exhilarated. Meanwhile, Sonya applied some
foundation on my face, some eye-shadow and some mascara.
After all this came the dress. It was more of like a summery frock with
pink and purple flowers (orchids) on it and the finale was a pair of
open-toed heels. Finally, the girls allowed me to see a mirror.
I looked and was stunned. I looked ravishing. I always knew I was a
good-looking boy with soft looks but never in my life had I thought I
could make such a beautiful girl.
"Lets put this pretty slave girl to work, shall we," Debbie said.
"Of course," said Sonya. "You can start by bringing us some drinks,
slave," she added, giving me a slap on the butt.
"I yelped and said, "Okay Sonya".
"That will be Mistress Sonya," she said sternly.
"Yes mistress," I complied meekly.
After I got the drinks, the girls made me do a lot of chores, teasing me
constantly and trying to humiliate me. I was surprised by Sonya's
transformation. The quiet, sweet girl had almost transformed into a
fierce dominatrix.
The girls made me kneel and paint their toe nails. When I didn't do a
good job, they made me do it again. Sonya even made me kiss her feet as
Debbie watched with a nasty grin.
I had never been so humiliated in my life and I had never enjoyed it so
much either. I had to cook the dinner, do the dishes and even give the
girls a back and neck rub. I was made to touch up my lipstick in front
of them. Sonya even made me kneel and used my back as a foot rest.
As I moved about, the freedom of the dress and the folds swirling
across my knee sent a shiver of delight up my spine. The jingle of the
anklets when I walked drew my attention to my pretty painted toes and
Mr. Mount Everest refused to cooperate, standing at attention
throughout.
As it got late and was nearly time for Debbie to go, Sonya used a
longish curtain rope to tie my wrists in front of me and held the other
end.
She would then give me an order and as I would rush to comply, my
anklets jingling and my fake breasts juggling, she would pull the rope,
forcing me to stop midway, She would then pull me slowly towards her
and plant a kiss on my lips.
This happened a couple of times and as we kissed and lipsticked lips
met, the atmosphere was electrifying. For the first time since
marriage, Sonya was in charge and we were both loving it.
Debbie sensed the change and got up to go. As Sonya got up to see her
to the door, dragging me behind her with the rope, Debbie whispered in
her ear: "Make him sleep in a nighty today."
The End
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