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"This," Miss Steele enthused, "is the Pleasure Chair. A two-seated auto-
spanker for naughty little girls like you too who need their sexy butts
spanked. Leather belts attached to a spinning wheel mounted beneath the
chairs. When the wheel spins, the belts swing and... Voila!"
"Ow! Ah! Eww! Eek! Ohh! M-mistress S-steele h-how long is th-this going
to..."
It stopped. The chair-bottoms pushed us upward again, to the waiting
feather dusters. Miss Steele gloated, "You little cute thing, do you want
this to stop?"
"Ohhh, no Mistress," Kitty sighed with the renewed pleasuring of his cock
and balls, now red and straining from the spanking. I myself squirmed
naughtily, half to sooth my flaming bottom, half to enjoy the attentions
of the girls. "Oh,ohhhh...please, don't stop, please don't stop..."
"Oh, we won't stop for quite some time, girls," Mistress Steele's voice
was as soft and caressing as the enjoyable tingle in my breasts. "We'll
have a few more minutes of this, then another naughty spanking, then more
tickling of your cute little hard cocks! Sit back and enjoy the movie,
girls!"
It was dizzying! On the screen, one girl had mounted this guy's head while
another straddled his hard penis. On my bottom, leather belts beat a
tattoo of agony, followed by a feathering of ecstasy that was somehow
never quite long enough. In my breasts, the dividing line between pleasure
and pain had long ago blurred. And all the while, my erection throbbed and
ached for some release, any release...
Okay, maybe two weeks without sex had made me horny enough for anything. I
don't know. But by the end of that third week, I was looking forward to
the slappings, the pinchings, the hair-pullings and the tit-mashings with
sexy anticipation.
And talk about sexy anticipation! Kitty and I were erect almost constantly
now. One evening, as we were setting each other's hair and giving each
other facial treatments (we no longer needed to shave) I mentioned this.
"Kitty-love, I. never thought I could be this horny this long! It's all I
can think about anymore !"
Kitty squeezed my hand, careful not to smear the nail polish she'd just
applied.
"I know, Dear, and it's starting to scare me I"
"Scare you?" I asked.
"Look at us!" Kitty whined. "Think of all the pictures they have of us,
kissing each other on the mouth, walking arm in arm in these indecent
outfits, with our little cocks straight up all the time; not to mention
all the training we've been through! It's just too much to bear, it really
is!
"I know what you mean," I agreed, "I've been thinking too. If we write our
book exposing this place, we're apt to be faced with some very
embarrassing pictures! How could we ever explain that to our friends?"
"Maybe we could just forget about the book!" Kitty blurted out, "If we can
just get through the next two weeks and get out of this place we could
just forget about this entire, horrible business. I never dreamed that two
virile, strapping men like we used to be could be so, so... -er-how, large
are you now, Darling?"
"Why, I'm a perfect 36-24-36!" I said with maybe a trace of pride. "Miss
Steele said next week she might have me model for a Men's Magazine!"
"Tell, we're certainly dressed for it! Although. I hope they hide your
little thingie there! Uh-does mine seem -er- smaller, too?"
"I didn't want to say anything, Sweet, but I do think we're both getting -
ah- shrinkage, you know? I'm just sure I was bigger than this before! And
it's hard to hide, dressed like this! I do wish they'd let us wear more
than shoes and stockings, I still feel so naked and exposed like this!"
"Don't forget the collars and garter belts, Dear. And at night, the wrist
and elbow-cuffs. Oh my! It's almost time for them to put than on us! We'd
better take out our rollers if we don't want to sleep in them!"
As the female attendants put us in bondage for the night, it seemed they
could barely keep from giggling at us, mincing about in our feminine
finery, yet still, nakedly masculine. I had never imagined that it would
seem so natural to talk and act so femininely. Under amused orders, Kitty
and I kissed goodnight. I wondered, as I feel into drowsiness, why I never
came in my sleep, my dreams were so sexy, but I suspected that Miss Steele
had some means of keeping us from orgasm, even while dreaming. She'd
certainly thought of everything else!
The fourth week brought us something we thought we were used to: Bondage.
After being blindfolded one week, strapped in strange torture chairs the
next, and handcuffed every night, I thought I knew all about being bound.
But not like Miss Steele had in mind!
"The picture of a slave, in silly poses, uncomfortable postures and
hampering restraints, trying to perform some perfectly simple task, is a
sight dear to the heart of every Mistress. This week, you will learn bow
to fetch, carry, walk, and serve in ways you would never have thought
possible before! So girls, be prepared for new lessons in slavery!"
She was right again. I'd never have guessed that I could be laced into a
16 inch corset. Or that I could walk in 10 inch heels. Or that my elbows
could be bound together and tied to rollers in my hair with twelve-inch
leather thongs. Much less that I could suffer all that at once and still
serve tea off a walking tea-tray, my erection once more leading the way!
That tea-tray was Kitty. Her--I mean his!--legs in sheaths that forced him
to duck-walk around, his arms strapped to a wheeled table with an opening
through which his lovely head stuck, bent far back. His open, lipsticked
mouth served as a charming napkin-holder! A delicate lace doily wrapped
around his erection was the final indignity.
Oh, there were mistakes, and spills, followed by spankings that now
aroused us as much as they punished us. "Yes, Miss Prissy get down here,
we must spank your bottom for spilling those drops of tea, and remember I
know you enjoy these spankings, but under no circumstances do I want you
to play with your stiff litle dickie, now, here we go, one--
SMACK!
two...
WHAP!
three!"
SWAPP!
After a few days, each of us had learned his bondage-task perfectly. Then,
of course, Miss Steele had us change places!
But over the course of that week, as Kitty and I strutted around, showing
off our feminized bodies and rampant erections, a thought was planted in
my mind. As Kitty and I were released from bondage each evening and forced
to shave each other's legs and massage each other with soft, silky body
oils, the idea began to grow into a dreadful suspicion. And as the female
attendants ordered Kitty and me to kiss each other, give one another
little love pats on our rounded bottoms, and even make-up each other's
nipples and titties, the suspicion blossomed into awful certainty!
"Kitty-Kat," I said one evening as we sat alone in our room with our
silken legs curled under us. The wrist and elbow bondage was almost
comfortable by now. "Kitty, I think they're trying to do something awful
to us!"
"You man worse than all this?" Kitty asked in his---her---high pitched
voice. The days of corseting had narrowed his waist, making his full,
rounded breasts even more prominent, emphasizing the sexy curve of his
bottom.
"Kitty, they're not just turning us into feminized male slaves. They're
trying to turn us into a couple of Queers!" As I spoke, Kitty's pretty
mouth widened in surprise and I went on. "Think about it! The way we get
teased constantly but never get any sex. The way they force us to look so
feminine, and go about so nakedly indecent. They way we have to fondle
each other constantly...why, now we even have to sleep cheek-to-cheek!"
"But if they want to turn us into... into homo's, then why did Mistress
Steel give us that awful warning about no sex?"
"Listen, Hon, remember what Mistress Steele said? If they ever find any
evidence that we've had sex, then we'll lose our... we'll be punished.
That's certainly going to scare us out of jerking off on the carpet..."
"So you thought of that too?" Kitty lowered her long-lashed eyes as she
interrupted.
"Really Dear," I went on, "It's the only way I could bring myself off with
my hands behind me like this I " I continued with my argument, "but what
if they were trying to trick us into going down on each other?"
"Of course!" Kitty gasped, "Prissy that's it! First they tease us
mercilessly, then they make us think that the only safe way for us to have
sex is to... to..." The awful thought of us doing a Sixty-Nine shocked
him. "But what can we do?"
"I've been thinking," I said. "There may be a way for us to bring each
other off without doing that degrading thing," I went on to explain my
idea. It was a little bit crude, but I knew that sexual relief appealed to
her as much as it did to me. Did I say her?
After I explained, my plan for mutual masturbation, Kitty asked, "but if
we manipulate each other to climax here on the tile floor, will we have
time to clean it up?"
"We've got all night," I urged, "and there's a fresh roll of toilet paper
that we can use to sop up the mess with! It's pefect!"
And--oddly enough--so it seemed. I blush, I quiver, as I remember what we
did. I knelt down on the floor, head low, and Kitty perched her luscious
naked rump on my bound-back forearms, facing away from me. My polished
fingers found his cock, and red with humiliation and trembling with
excitement, I began to stroke and fondle the hard, smooth penis. In no
time at all she was moaning, "Ooo, Ohh, Darlinggg! Ohbh...That's soo, soo
nice!" I began to stroke his cock faster and faster as I could feel his
groin throb and quiver as his penis twitched and... "Ahhh! Eeeet"... and
his manhood exploded, spurting out white, thick cum onto the tile floor!
Then, after Kitty caught his breath, it was my turn. My bare bottom
perched on his, those soft hands bending my stiff rod downward, stroking
and caressing it lovingly... the throbbing began to build up as his
polished nails gripped my trembling cock... Then I climaxed, shooting my
load down onto the floor, raining a few drops on Kitty's ass.
We lay together for a while, our heads spinning in some bizarre afterglow.
I felt a sort of triumph. After weeks of being controlled, manipulated and
transformed by these dominant women. I had outsmarted them! We'd avoided
the homosexual trap they'd laid for us. Well, anyway, we could clean up
the floor and then we'd be safe.
The bell sounded.
"Oh my goodness!" Kitty cried, "The bell! That's the signal! They'll be
corning in here in twenty minutes!"
"Not to panic, Dear," I got to my feet, legs quivering, and minced over to
the toilet, where the roll of toilet paper hung. Twisting my hands behind
my back, I freed the roll from its hook. "I'll just get this paper and..."
Suddenly it fumbled from my grasp, spinning downward. As I whirled around
to retrieve it, I heard an ominous "Splash!"
It was in the toilet! I gazed in horror at it for a moment. Water-logged,
useless, already soggy and falling apart. Then I looked over at Kitty. Her
red mouth was open in dismay. We were speechless. Together we looked at
the mess we had sprayed on the tile floor. We knew that in minutes, female
attendants would come in here and find it. Then Dr. Chang would take away
the last trace of our manhood. The total loss of our old identities, we
would be girls forever!
Unless...
The idea occurred to both of us at once. Without a word, we scampered over
to the huge puddle of cum, got down on our knees and began to feverishly
lap it up!
Oh, how horrid it was! With our arms pinned behind us we kept over-
balancing, falling face-forward into the wet stuff. Our tongues got weary
and numb from the taste. Our knees ached as we girls strained to bend over
and get at the male semen, but we kept at it until the floor was spotless.
Kitty and I looked at each other then. Her face and tittiess were smeared
with cum as I knew mine were. Moving close, we began lap at each other's
swollen and sticky titties, bending down to clean each fulsome breast with
our lips and tongues, then licking the remaining cum off each other's
chins and cheeks! As we worked, we could feel our slowly hardening cocks
gently bumping into each other as our soft flesh rubbed together.
Finally, the awful, humiliating thing was over. Never before had either of
us actually tasted and swallowed male semen (After all that was the sole
task of women and faggots! )But now we had both had our fill of the warm,
bittersweet fluid. Kitty went to rinse her mouth out in the toilet. As she
bent over, gurgling in the bowl, I spotted the traces of cum I splashed on
her bottom. With a sigh, I crouched down and cleaned that off too, absent-
mindedly licking my lips as I finished the tidying up.
I was, just rinsing out my mouth when Mistress 'Steele came in.
"Thirsty, Darlings?" she leered, "I'd piss in your mouth for you, but your
Mistresses want you in an hour, and you know how some ladies hate the
spell of piss on a slave's breath in the morning!"
"Morning! ?" I gasped, water dripping from my face, "But Mistress Steele,
it's the middle of the night!"
"No it isn't, you silly girl-thing," she laughed, "While we had you shut
up here, away from daylight, we altered your time sense, so we could play
little tricks on you. Like this one! Now let's get those cuffs off so you
can start prettying up!"
As we showered, did our hair and made up our faces, my head was spinning.
Freedom! So unexpected and now so suddenly near after our narrow escape!
When we had finished and were dressed in our standard uniform, Mistress
Steele took us into the hallway.
"Third door on the left, girls. That's where your Mistresses are. And be
sure to hold hands like two girlfriends as you walk!"
Trembling with anticipation, we did as instructed. My heart pounded as we
minced in the high heels, silken legs swishing together, bare asses
swaying, bare breasts jiggling, semi-erect cocks swinging, heads held high
in our stiff collars.
We reached the door and Kitty knocked timidly. We could hear rustling and
giggling on the other side. Fearfully, embarrassed at being seen in our
feminized state, we pushed the door open and went in.
"Close the door, Slaves!" Jennifer commanded. "There's a draft, and it's
chilly being naked, even in bed!"
What a sight! Both our wives, Paula and Jennifer, lying sensuously nude,
arm in arm on a huge bed, propped up on pillows watching TV!
"Jen-er-Mistress?" Kitty faltered. She was as confused as I was. "What-
what is this?"
"Shhh! Quiet!" Paula hissed, her eyes glued to the TV set. "This is my
favorite part, it's so cute and sexy. Come watch it with us!"
On the TVscreen, two bound women were masturbating each other, stroking
their erect cocks.... COCKS! It was us on that screen!
"I swear, Video just doesn't do you girls justice," Jennifer clapped and
squealed aloud, "we'll just have to put you in the Movies !"
Video? Movies? This was all so unexpected and humiliating. "Mistress, what
are you saying?"
"We're just discussing your new lives as half-sexed serving girls," Paula
explained. "Surely you've realized by now that Jennie and I are lovers. We
wanted to come out years ago, but we knew that two macho men like you used
to be would never permit it, and we wouldn't get a penny if we divorced
you under those circumstances."
"Then I heard about this place," Jennifer put in, "and it was just
perfect! After the training you girls have been through, we know you won't
object to the Gay Life! After all you two did such a lovely nice number on
each other just there on the Video, I think you like to play with each
other's nice hard cocks! It'll be such fun, having you two do tricks at
parties and waiting on us hand and foot!
"Oh, we've sold the houses and moved into a new place, so you needn't
worry about any of your old buddies seeing you....unless you'd like them to
see you like this!"
"Oh, oh, no!" I wailed, "Don't let anyone see us in this awful fix!
Please, no!" My full breasts quivered.
"Silly girls!" Paula laughed, "Hundreds of people are going to see you!
What with the internet and personal appearances you two are going to be
famous in the Gay Underground! We may even hire you out for special
occasions! But oh my, look at the time!"
She and Jennifer rose leisurely from the bed and ordered us to dress them.
So thorough was our training that the thought of disobeying never crossed
my mind, nor Kitty's. Humbly, we helped our Mistresses with delicate
panties and bras and feminine dresses that we were dying to wear ourselves
(we still had not even been allowed a simple pair of panties!) But girl
slaves must keep their feminine charms on display always, even if it means
showing those embarrassing, useless cocks!
Once dressed, Paula snapped a metal ring about the base of my tiny male
equipment. A foot-long chain hung down from the ring. Jennifer fixed Kitty
with an identical device. Then I was ordered to bend low as the chain was
passed between Kitty's legs and fastened to the front of my collar,
forcing my face close to Kitty's round ass. The girls forced my arms
forward and up to Kitty's chest, where they handcuffed my wrists to her
neck-collar. Kitty's wrists were cuffed behind her, connected to the chain
that passed between my bottom cheeks, so that we both had to arch our
backs to avoid excruciating pain.
With us in this awful fix, the girls opened a door and we were ordered
outside. We balked at having our feminine,near-naked bodies exposed in the
out-of-doors and tried to hang back, but our Mistresses spanked us (which
gave us erections again!) and we minced outside.
As my sore bottom swished in the cool breeze and Kitty's round rear
jiggled in my face, I thought about the new life we were going to and the
things we would have to do for our Mistresses--and for others!
We reached the car, were unleashed and ordered to climb into the trunk.
There, they bound us together in an imaginative position, with each of our
erect penises only inches from each other's painted faces!
Just before they closed the trunk, I saw Paula and Jennifer kissing each
other to celebrate' their total victory, then smiling down at us.
"Poor little things," Paula laughed, "All naked and feminine and oh so
helplessly bound up! Why I think they like being so close to each other's
nice little things!"
"Don't waste pity on them yet, Dear" Jennifer smiled, "Wait until they see
what we've got waiting for them in our new home!"
Then they lowered the trunk lid and there was only blackness.
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