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The Christmas Party
The Christmas Party was coming, and my boss had "volunteered" me onto the
Party Planning Committee. Now, truth be told, I'm not really a party-
going type of a guy; I'm more of the stay-home on the weekend dressed in
slutty lingerie with a dildo rammed up my ass type of a guy. What's more,
I've always wished that I was a stay in bed getting fucked by all sorts
of horny men type of a gal, but that's my fantasy life, and it has never
come remotely close to any of my real-world experiences.
At least, not until the Christmas Party.
There was one volunteer from each department on the Party Planning
committee; Debbie from Accounting, Susan from Marketing, Brenda from Tech
Support, Karen from Research and Development, Robert from Sales and
Marisol from Human Resources. Plus me. As is frequently the case in a
company of our size, Sales wasn't really expected to do anything other
than pay for the event, so basically I was working with five women. As
the only male in the group, the women quickly took control and used me as
menial labor. Especially Marisol, who cultivated a reputation of being a
bitch at work, and seemed delighted to ratchet her attitude up a notch
whenever she had me in her sights.
I would have complained, but Marisol ran Human resources, and honestly,
I've always enjoyed being bossed around by strong-willed women, so this
played right into my secret fantasies. I'd get an erection at the
anticipation of our Party Planning meetings. I swear that if given the
chance, I could have had an orgasm just thinking about Marisol and the
way she would dismissively order me around. Emboldened by my constant
sexual arousal, I'd even begun wearing stockings and panties under my
work clothes, and would regularly give myself a satin-clad squeeze
whenever I needed some quick relief from my daydreams about being
Marisol's little sissy slave.
The day before the party, the Committee went to decorate the hotel
ballroom for our party. Robert came in and dropped off the Secret Santa
gifts, and then immediately excused himself for a "critical sales call,"
The women scoffed, but didn't say anything to his face. I was put to work
wrapping the gifts. When that was finished, I hauled in the boxes of
decorations from storage, brought in the banquet tables and chairs
(Marisol told the hotel's staff that I could handle it). I then started
hanging the streamers, while Marisol derided my inability to tack them up
in an artistically pleasing manner.
So here I am, frustrated and physically tired, but with a rock-hard
erection straining in my panties, twitching each time Marisol barks out
an order. I let my guard down, and was bending over to pick up a box when
I heard Marisol snicker from behind me, "Oh, that's too perfect," I
stiffened, beet red from embarrassment as I realized that my shirt had
come un-tucked, exposing the pink lace of my panties to Marisol's searing
gaze.
"So, we've got a little sissy girl working here," she said as she
advanced upon me and snapped the waistband of my panties. "You fucking
pervert, maybe I should bend you over my knee and spank you for being a
sissy slut. What would the other girls think if I showed them your sissy
panties?"
My mouth was dry, and I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. "No,
please, I didn't..."
"Didn't mean to what!" she cut me off loudly enough that the other women
in the room turned to see what was going on. I blanched in humiliation as
Marisol continued her verbal assault. I really didn't hear what she was
saying; I just stood there shaking, unable to defend myself. Finally,
disgusted, she pushed me out the door, and in a daze, I followed her down
the hall and into the women's restroom.
"Well, show me," she demanded as she locked the door. When I hesitated,
she growled out through clenched teeth, "You'd better strip, sissy, or
I'll make your life a living hell."
My hands were shaking, but I lowered my trousers, revealing my favorite
pink panties, as well as a pair of stay up stockings. Marisol ordered me
to take off my socks, and as she had suspected, she saw my cherry-red
toenails shining through the stockings.
Click.
Marisol took a picture of me with her camera phone, and before I could
complain, she flipped me around and had me bent over the sink. Her hands
roamed all over my body, disgusted that it still had hair on it. "We'll
take care of this soon enough, but first, spread your cheeks for me," she
demanded.
She pulled a tampon out of her purse, unwrapped it and started to press
it into my ass. I tensed up when I felt the invader, "Marisol, no..."
She was spanking me before I could finish the thought.
"You (whack), will (whack), never (whack), say (whack), no (whack), to
(whack), me (whack), ever (whack), again (whack)," I was crying by now,
and had no resistance left in me as Marisol pushed the tampon inside me.
I didn't move as she removed some change from her purse and went to a
wall until and purchased four more tampons, all of which went right up my
ass.
Marisol sat down and proceeded to remove her skirt and panties. She
ordered me to crawl over and kiss her feet while she fingered herself
until the bathroom reeked of sex. I groveled at her feet while she had an
orgasm. As per her instructions, I then licked her clean, and then licked
her to another orgasm.
When she was finished, she kicked me aside and told me to get dressed,
"No socks, let the people see your pretty stockings," She stopped me when
I went to wipe her juices off of my face. "Leave it,' she ordered, and
then dragged me out of the bathroom and toward the parking lot.
She popped the trunk of her car, and I thought she needed me to carry
something out, but it was empty. I was confused, until she pushed me
inside. "You don't think I'd let you mess up my nice leather seats?" she
laughed as she closed the trunk door.
I could hear Marisol as we drove away. She called Debbie and explained
that we were going to get some supplies from the store. Then she called
somebody else, and launched into a very animated conversation in Spanish.
It was all muffled, but I heard the words "maricon" and "nueva sissy, si,
una otra"
In the trunk, I shuddered in a mixture of dread and anticipation.
We pulled into a store parking lot. Marisol handed me back my wallet and
a list: Nair, KY jelly, condoms, fingernail files, liquid foundation,
eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, rouge, dark brown eye shadow, light brown
eye shadow, tweezers, a 3-pack of stockings, tampons, a skein of rope,
duct tape, a small luggage padlock and a diet coke.
"Fifteen minutes, or I'm leaving your ass here."
The store was crowded with Christmas shoppers, and in my mind's eye,
every one of them seemed to be staring at me as I filled my shopping
cart, head down and burning with embarrassment. I'd hoped to find a self-
checkout line, but a cheery-voiced checker called me over to her lane,
"No waiting here, sir," she said, but when she saw the contents of my
cart, she amended with a chuckle, "er, ma'am."
It seemed to take forever to check out, especially when some of the
makeup wouldn't ring up and the check out girl had to call for a price
check. I wanted to crawl under a rock and hide.
Eventually, I was back at Marisol's car, and after she checked off my
purchases, she pushed me back into the trunk and proceeded to bind my
hands and ankles with the tape I'd just purchased. Don't go anywhere,"
she snickered and slammed the trunk closed.
We drove for fifteen minutes. I remember when we crossed the railroad
tracks, realizing that she was driving into the bad side of town. Sure
enough, when the trunk next opened, we were in an alley behind a tattoo
shop. What's worse, we weren't alone. Marisol had two heavily-inked men
standing next to her, and they were leering down at me as they hauled me
from the trunk and into a backroom of the tattoo shop.
They spoke in Spanish, ignoring my protests as they cut off my bonds and
stripped off my clothing. I'm sure that they noticed that my cock was
hard throughout. Marisol had them hold me as she proceeded to slather the
entire Nair bottle over my body. It wasn't long before my body was
tingling all over, and my testicles felt like they were burning. I
struggled for fifteen minutes, before I was taken out back and hosed down
while I was instructed to scrub my body down with a dirty rag.
The two men inspected me, making sure that there was no hair anywhere on
my body. Calloused fingers manhandled me all over, frequently intruding
into my ass and mouth, or twisting my balls cruelly. When they were
satisfied that I was completely devoid of hair, they dragged me back
inside and strapped me down to some sort of a dentist's chair.
Marisol entered the room with a large man who looked like a Hell's Angel
biker. He handed me a clipboard with several sheets of paper and
instructed me to sign. He hauled off and slapped me when I stopped to
read the papers. "Just sign them, bitch."
I signed. I wrote my name fifteen times, while Marisol and the big man
watched. When I finished, the man took my credit card and then handed me
a shot of tequila. "Drink," he said, chuckling, "You're gonna need this,"
I did three shots, and then the man and his assistants started on my
piercings. They began with two piercings in each ear. A stud was added to
my nose, another in my tongue. A ring went in my septum. My nipples were
pierced (they were excruciatingly painful) and a frenum barbell went
through the underside of my penis. Finally, three rings went into the
base of my scrotum.
The tattoo guns were next. A ring of hearts was tattooed around my ankle.
The words "I'm a Sissy Slut" and "I love Yummy Cock" were inked around my
nipples. I received a tramp stamp just above my ass with arrows pointing
down into my crack. Finally, "Marisol's Sissy #6" was inked onto my
already suffering penis. My body was on fire, literally from head to toe.
It seemed to last forever, but I heard the man ask if Marisol wanted to
tattoo makeup on my face. She told him that we'd come back for that later
on, but we had to hurry or else we'd be late for our party. The man
laughed, "I guess some Christmas parties are better than others," and
proceeded to sterilize all my piercings and tattoos.
I was almost too weak to stand. Marisol helped dress me in a simple skirt
and blouse. She looked concerned for a moment, wiped away my tears and
with a smile, told me to go thank Jorge for the work. I did as I was
told. "Thank you, sir," and somehow knowing what was expected of me, I
slid to my knees while Jorge unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
My tongue was too painful to use, so Jorge simply fucked my mouth while I
held on for deal life while Marisol took lots of pictures on her camera
phone.
Jorge pounded my face while I gasped for air in between his thrusts. It
didn't take long before he grabbed my hair and pulled me close. I felt
his cock twitch once, and then my mouth filled with his cum. I coughed as
it filled my mouth. Some of it went up my nose as it sprayed out.
Jorge slapped me and made me lick up every drop that I'd spilled. When he
was satisfied that I'd slurped up every drop, he called the two
assistants over and I gave them both a blowjob as well. In the middle of
this, I felt Jorge poking around my ass, but Marisol stopped him, saying
"I'm saving that for later."
I went back into the trunk.
We drove to a salon, and I was once again escorted in through the back.
An obviously gay man named Dante shook his head as he greeted Marisol
with cheek kisses. "Girl, you never cease to amaze me," Marisol laughed
and told him that she was just getting started, and after strapping me
down to the chair, she handed him my credit card and told him to give me
the works. "Don't worry, she'll be the prettiest Christmas belle at the
ball."
Marisol left, but not before telling me to be a good girl for Dante, and
promising to pick me up in time to for the party.
Dante proved to be quite kind, giving me some painkillers to help deal
with the aftermath of my piercings. He chatted on about his boyfriend and
how I'd soon have lots of boyfriends while he added extensions to my hair
and then colored it platinum blonde.
His assistant (an Asian woman who didn't seem to speak English) worked on
my nails, gluing long false nails on before coloring them bright red. In
between working on my hair and nails, I was led to the bathroom and told
to push out the tampons. A big bottle of hot, soapy water replaced the
tampons, cleaning me out. All in all, I had three enemas "just to make
sure" in between working on my hair.
Hours passed, and I was pleasantly buzzing from the painkillers. Dante
curled my hair into tight little curls, which now flowed halfway down my
back. His assistant thinned out my eyebrows into a high feminine arch and
then proceeded to do my makeup while Dante went to fetch my "costume."
I watched in the mirror as I was transformed into a stunning woman. Those
who knew me would see that I was a man underneath it all, but to a
stranger on the street, I would easily pass as a woman, and most-
importantly, I oozed sex appeal.
Dante returned, gave me another pill, and then glued some breast forms
onto my chest, adding "Don't worry, Mari will get you some real titties
soon enough," Dante used makeup to cover the seams and then had me lift
my arms while he laced me into an impossibly small corset. I could barely
breathe! Dante gave me a moment to get acclimated to the corset, and then
tightened it even more, reminding me that Marisol would soon require me
to live in even smaller corsets.
Dante helped me into some new stockings and fastened them to the garters
hanging from the corset. Next came a white satin bra and panty set, a
crinkly mini-petticoat, and then a short red velvet dress with white trim
that made me look like Santa's wet dream come to life. The dress was low
cut, so my fake boobs threatened to spill out.
Dante helped me into some white satin heels, and then he started with the
bells. Tiny sleigh bells on a strap of leather were attached to my wrists
and ankles. A matching posture collar followed that forced my face to
look forward, and rang out with chimes every time I tried to move. Even
my earrings had little bells on their ends.
"Almost done," Dante smiled and then disappeared underneath my skirt.
Within seconds, he had my panties down and I felt his mouth clamp on my
cock. It was heaven, the hot sucking that worked in rhythm with a butt
plug that was being forced in and out of my ass. Dante was an expert, and
despite the pain of my piercings, he repeatedly brought me to the edge of
orgasm, but never quite let me come.
From underneath my skirt, I heard him say, "Sorry, sweetie," and then the
butt plug was rammed home and a hard plastic cage was fitted around my
genitals. I heard the click of a lock and knew in my soul that it would
be quite some time before I would be freed from the chastity device.
Another click and the butt plug was locked to the ring at the base of my
scrotum.
Dante emerged with a remote control and a mischievous grin. He turned a
knob and the butt plug started buzzing, leaving me to moan in
frustration.
I was then led over to a small square platform with a long dowel poking
up from the center. "Did you ever see Nutcracker?" Dante asked. "You're
gonna be one of those life sized dolls tonight. Just be glad you're not
the mouse king--he's gonna get stuck in a trap and covered with sticky
cheese." He laughed and helped me up onto the platform, attaching the
pole into a groove in the base of my butt plug. Another click and I was
rooted firmly in place.
My heels were then slotted into grooves so that my feet couldn't move. My
wrists were tied to my waist with strong satin bows, and my elbows were
pulled tautly behind my back and tied together as well. Finally, a red
satin blindfold was draped over my eyes and earphones were fitted into my
ears. I was completely immobilized, unable to do or see anything. Dante
have my testicles a quick squeeze and then left me to my fate.
The earphones were hooked to an iPod, and I heard Marisol's voice start
up in my ear. In a soft, soothing tone she repeated over and over, "I
belong to Mistress Marisol. I am her toy to use as she sees fit. Mistress
Marisol will make me into the perfect sissy slut. She will hypnotize me
into obeying her every whim. She will hypnotize me so that I am filled
with joy whenever I please her."
"She will put me on hormones until I have huge breasts for all the boys
to play with. She will teach me to suck cock like a whore, and make me
beg to be fucked in my sissy hole every day for the rest of my life. She
will teach me service her female friends as well. She will make my life a
non-stop parade of cock and pussies."
"Mistress will sell my services to pimps, making me walk the streets all
night and then service her horny friends during the day. If I'm ever
caught by the police, I will gladly go to prison, where a sissy whore
like me will be very popular with the inmates. She will make me fantasize
about being gang-raped in prison, to the point where I will one day
consciously solicit a police officer, just so that I can have a chance to
make my fantasies come true."
"I will lose weight, due to constant fucking and a non-stop diet of
nothing but cum and water. I will be punished if I do not meet my weight
loss goals. It will all be captured on film and posted to a website where
I will soon become a famous sissy slut porn star..."
It went on for a long time, and then repeated over and over again. I
became aware of a strange tone in the background, and the last thing I
remember as I started to black out was thinking that the message was
filled with some sort of subliminal message, and that when I woke up, I
would be hypnotized into being Mistress' sissy slut, and that I would
love every minute of it.
Which is exactly what happened, sort of, anyway.
I woke up, who knows how much time had passed. I was still tied up, on a
makeshift stage at a party of sorts--not the office party, thank God,
although I did see Debbie in the crowd. Boy, did I ever see Debbie. She
was completely naked, wearing nothing more than a wreath of mistletoe
wrapped around her head, which was in danger of falling off as she
vigorously bounced up on down, impaled on some man's cock.
She wasn't alone, by any means. The room was filled with 15-20 couples,
most of whom were vigorously fucking the night away. There were also a
small group of men lounging down at the foot of the stage, staring at me
and slowly stroking their cocks. I couldn't stop staring back at their
cocks, and I started to drool in anticipation of getting to suck them
off. I knew that this was the hypnosis kicking in, but I didn't care,
indeed I was happy as I thought that sucking off these men would make
Mistress Marisol happy.
I was lost in my desires to be an obedient slut, when from upstairs, I
heard a hearty "ho, ho, ho," and then Santa Claus came into the room,
surrounded by a small cadre of sexy women in elf costumes. With their
help, Santa did a sexy strip tease, to the cheers of the audience, and
slowly peeled off his suit to reveal washboard abs and a tiny thong that
could barely contain a massive bulge that was getting bigger by the
second. Santa ripped off his thong, exposing a massive cock, and the
crowd cheered for Santa's north pole while the elves stripped down to
just their green stockings and heels.
I couldn't help myself. I started to struggle in my bonds, desperate to
wrap my lips around Santa's cock. Santa laughed as he sat on his chair.
"Looks like somebody's been a naughty girl," he said to the amusement of
the crowd. "Bring the slut over to sit on Santa's lap."
Two of the elves untied me and unlocked by butt plug, leaving me feeling
wide-open and in need of being stuffed again. The void in my sissy hole
only lasted a second before I was lifted and then lowered down onto
Santa's monster cock. I moaned out in ecstasy as the crowd roared its
approval.
Santa asked me what I wanted for Christmas. In between whimpers of
delight, I honestly told him that I just wanted, "cock," He asked me if
I'd been a good girl. I told him that I wanted to be naughty. He asked me
if I had a present for the other partygoers. I smiled and said that I was
the present, and that I wanted each and everyone to come fill me full of
Christmas cream.
Santa laughed in approval, and then with a decidedly unchristian growl,
he began to fuck me so hard that my fake breasts popped out of my bra. He
took me to the floor and pounded away in pure animal lust, causing my
poor cockette to expand and fill its chastity cage as it throbbed,
desperate for some relief.
The only relief was the feeling of Santa's cock poking at my prostrate.
The rest of the night was a blur. I happily sucked multiple cocks and
lapped away at already wet pussies. So many men fucked me that I couldn't
close my sphincter, so semen kept leaking down my legs. Helpful elves
were always on hand to scoop up the cream and force it between my lips.
My Christmas outfit was torn and cum-stained. My hair was matted and my
makeup was smeared. Somebody mentioned that I would have my face tattooed
on soon enough, but that I needed to fix myself up because I looked like
a common street whore. I was so happy at the thought that my locked-up
cockette started to spurt into my panties.
The party began to wind down just before dawn. Mistress came to collect
me, dragged me outside where I was hosed down, leaving me shaking in the
frigid weather. I wasn't alone in my torment. Five other girls shivered
in the night. Mistress pulled her car around and we all crammed into the
backseat, desperate to warm up with the heat from each other's bodies.
Mistress threw a blanket over us and drove off, singing, "On the sixth
day of Christmas, My true love gave to me, Six Sissies sucking, on Five
monster cocks..."
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