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The Party
By
Wendae
Many parts of this story are true and some are fantasy. At the time of
writing this the party was 3 weeks away.
It all began with an e-mail from a female friend, Sandra in Seattle,
saying she would be in town during Halloween and would I come to her
costume party? I responded that I would if at all possible.
"I wonder what I should wear?" I'm a 70 year old cross dresser and
rarely go out dressed. I have in the past gone to costume parties at
work in drag. I always made sure that my presentation wasn't "too" good.
I'd maybe wear a cheap Halloween witch's wig or not shave my arms and
legs. Something obvious to distract from the real me. I have gotten a
few remarks that I was too relaxed and natural in my mannerisms but,
they were only guessing. Any way, after kicking around a few ideas I
decided on going as a Trannie Dominatrix and surfed the net looking for
items to add to my wardrobe. With a little patience I found a pink
spiked dog collar, handcuffs and a cat-o-nine tails for a reasonable
price.
I e-mailed Sandra back:
"How about I come as a Trannie Dominatrix? Guess you always knew I was a
little kinky."
"I went to Mardi Gras as a Nun Dominatrix one year," she text.
"I always sensed you were a bit kinky as well. How about I come as a
sissy slave? Bring a leash and a gag appropriate for a sissy." I sent a
picture of the dog collar.
"Oh, cool! You may call me ma'am!" she sent back.
"Yes Mistress. Most of the stuff I ordered for my costume has arrived.
The 4 inch heels are really taking some practice getting used to." This
isn't true as I've had them for awhile and love them.
"Oh, this is going to be a great party. I'm really looking forward to
seeing you!" she text.
'I'll send you a photo Mistress when I get it all put together. Please
call me Wendae."
The next few weeks were spent working on my makeup so I could look the
part. Dark eye shadow, heavy makeup and cocksucker red lipstick. I'll
let the hair grow on my arms and legs as well. I hate doing this as I
revel in making a great fem presentation. Hopefully this will distract
everyone from the obvious.
My plan is to have Sandra meet me out front when I arrive where she can
cuff me, gag me and hook up the leash to lead me into the party. I'm not
gay but I am an avid cunnilinguist. I love muff diving. My personal
preference is to be encased in latex servicing my mistress for hours on
end. Recently though I've been having fantasies of being on my knees
giving blow jobs while enfem. I've even been surfing the net to watch
sissies sucking dick and find the thought very arousing. I'm halfway
hoping once Sandra hooks me up that she will act like a real Dominatrix
and have me on my knees. I wonder if this is what made me suggest coming
as a sissy?
Today is the day of the party. I spend 2 hours on makeup and achieve the
look I want. The face in the mirror fairly screamed, "SISSY! COCKSUCKER!
FAGGOT!" My lingerie is all black. Panties, bra, cami, girdle, half
slip, and thigh highs. Black mid calf skirt, black blouse, black pumps
with 4 inch heels. Red fingernail polish to match the cocksucker red
lipstick. Silver ear rings shaped liked handcuffs, silver bracelet and
rings. Let's not forget the pink spiked dog collar. Purse is black as
well with the hand cuff attached to the strap. Cat-o-nine is in the
purse. I take one last look in the mirror and head out to the car to
drive to the party.
The drive down to south Tampa is relaxing and my mind is awhirl with all
kinds of thoughts. What will my old colleagues and employees think of my
costume? Hope they don't get the wrong idea (even if it is the right
one).
I arrived at the given address and tottered up to the door. I was
shaking with anticipation? Anxiety? Maybe this was a bad idea? Sandra
answered the door. She had on a Nun's habit with heavy make up.
"Oh, wow! Honey you look fantastic! The perfect sissy! Love the makeup
girl!" We hugged and she pulled out a leash and hooked it to my collar.
I reached into my purse and produced the cat-o-nine and handed her the
cuffs. "Turn around Honey!" So saying she cuffed my hands behind my back
and reached into her sleeve and pulled out a large penis gag. "Open up
and I'll give you something to practice on!"
Before I could protest she had shoved it in my mouth and buckled it in
back of my head. If you've never had one in you mouth you can't help
sucking on it. Like a little kid with a pacifier.
As we entered the living room she announced my presence. "Everyone! This
is Sissy Wendae and I am Sister Sandra. We are here for your pleasure."
There was a lot of laughter, hoots, whistles. Loud comments like "Does
she suck dick?" "Does she eat pussy? She can eat me any time!" OMG, is
that Bill?" "Are you gonna beat her ass with that cat?" This coming from
folks I had known for up to 24 years. I could feel my face burning with
embarrassment. For the next hour or so we mingled with the crowd where I
got my boobs pinched, ass patted, and some lifting up my skirt to
comment on my lingerie.
My feet were starting to hurt from the 4 inch heels and even though
sucking on the gag kept my mouth from getting dry I sure could use a
drink. A strong one with alcohol.
Soon Sandra led me to the center of the room and asked for everyone's
attention. "We are going to play a new variation of spin the bottle.
Those of you that would like to receive some oral stimulation from Sissy
Wendae please form a circle.
"WTF? What the hell is she talking about?" My heart started racing with
dread. Anticipation?
Sandra placed a bottle on the floor and spun it. I was shocked to notice
that everyone there wanted to play. The bottle pointed to some one I
didn't know. Sandra lead me over to him and said "Kneel down Sissy!" I
tried to struggle but I was forced down on my knees in front of him.
This has to be a joke I thought. I wonder how far they will go?
As I was thinking this I felt the gag being removed and as it popped out
of my mouth I looked up in time to see a large penis with a purple head
and precum glistening on the tip. I opened my mouth and said, "I'm not
ga...mmmmph," and was unable to complete the denial with a large penis
logged in the back of my throat. He grabbed my head and started face
fucking me. My wig came off and he grabbed my pony tail and kept
pounding my face. "Suck, damn it. Suck!" The demand became a chant and
all the folks there were chanting, suck, suck, suck you fucking fairy!
Finally I felt him stiffen and he exploded in my throat. "Suck it dry
bitch!" Once I had drained it the gag was stuffed back in my mouth and
he demanded "Swallow bitch!" and held my nose. The gang picked up the
demand. "Make her swallow! Make her swallow!" Most of this was from the
women!
I didn't enjoy my first blow job. His dick was like a piece of hard
rubber and being face fucked is unpleasant. But, as a first time
cocksucker maybe that was the humiliation I needed?
"Time to spin the bottle again." Announced Sandra. The bottle spun and
another pair of legs appeared in front of me. The zipper came down and a
long semi flaccid penis dangled in front of my face. The gag was removed
and the penis was presented to my lips. Thankfully my wig had been
restored which strangely was a small comfort. I leaned forward and
wrapped my lips around the head and sucked it in. This was more
pleasant. The silky feel of his member sliding over my lips and the
sponge like texture was more arousing and I felt myself enjoying the
sensation. This guy was gentle and just guided my head. The chorus of
"Suck, suck, suck" was once again ringing in my ears. As he finally
stiffened up I increased the bobbing of my head and heard his sigh as he
came in my mouth. Once again the chant of "Swallow! Make her swallow!"
began. The gag was replaced and my nose was held until they were
satisfied that I had swallowed. This was always followed by snickers and
laughter.
These comments rang in my ears from the audience; "I've always wanted to
face fuck my boss! This is great! I can't wait to choke her on my dick!
I want to ram it down his fuckin throat! I want to rub my cunt all over
her face!" came from one of the girls.
I noticed that a lot of the women were flushed. Their ear lobes were red
and some had hands busy under their skirts. My God, I thought. 'These
women are in a frenzy!"
Sandra asked for attention once again and said, " Since Wendae is my
Sissy I would like her to service me next before we continue." So saying
she lifted up her habit, pulled down her panties and sat down in a chair
she pulled over in front of me. ?Time to eat Sissy. You always said you
were an avid cunnilinguist. Time to show your stuff.? With that my gag
was removed an she pulled my head between her legs. I?ve always enjoyed
the musky smell of excited pussy and the feel of thighs on my cheeks.
Her cunt lips were all red and puffy, wet and ready. Without hesitation
I dived in. The heat and aroma was overpowering as I plied my trade. She
was so excited that she started to orgasm as soon as my tongue touched
her clit. I buried my tongue in her vagina, sucking real hard, and
worked my nose on her clit. Her screams of pleasure were music to my
ears. This girl was hot! Orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. Her clit
and vagina were rapidly spasming as she locked her thighs against my
head and pulled my face deeper into her cunt. She was literally riding
my face. I was near unconscious when she finialy released me. I loved
every minute of it!
The rest of the evening was a long line of cock and pussy. I was
thankful when everyone was sated and Sandra led me off to the restroom.
My face was a mess, covered in cum and vaginal juices. Little makeup
remained. Sandra removed to cuffs and gag so I could repair the damage
to my face. I had whisker burn and a bloody nose to fix up. My lips were
chapped and tingling. My voice was soft and sultry from all the cum in
my vocal cords. Instead of feeling sick and abused I was strangely calm
and realized I had been missing my place in life.On my knees providing
oral services. I?m a cockucking sissy, faggot, peter puffer, nancyboy. I
don?t enjoy the rough stuff and would want someone gentle to service
when needed. Something to think about. Right now I need a stiff drink to
clear my vocal cords.
Once I fixed up my face and cleaned up I took a deep breath and went
back to the party. I expected to be berated, laughed at and generally
scorned but, that was not the case at all. Many were a bit subdued and
others seemed embarrassed. I got a lot of comments like: ?Hey Wendae.
great costume.? ?You look very natural girl!? Who helped you with your
make up?? Where did you get those killer shoes?? All these years we
worked together and I never suspected.? Some whispered ?Call me? The
rest of the evening was pleasant. Sandra wanted me to come to her hotel
for more dining at the ?Y?!
I smiled and told her I was full but thanks for the offer.
On the drive home I had a lot of thinking to do. I enjoyed most of the
evening and that was deeply disturbing. I guess it?s all a matter of
taste!
I had made up some business cards to hand out as a joke. They had
?Sister Sandra and Sissy Wendae?s services.? My e-mail and phone number
was on them. I received numerous calls later!!
Sherry
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