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I blush, I've not been silly, it was perfectly natural to head back to
the little sissies room... but of course I'm not silly enough to mention
that out loud. The door leads to a walk through shower, so cold I
squeal, as I pull of the swim suit and see the crotch cum full of my
sticky white cum. I guess that's why it was fitted.. I wonder just how
many sissies cum in that jacuzzi?
Washed I step through into one of the rooms of the salon, and I'm
greeted by a member of staff. Her hair is bottle blonde and her make up
too heavy, but she gushes when she sees me.
"Why hello gorgeous!" she says walking up. "Don't you look lovely
already? Now take a pew and we'll wash you hair and start to.. prepare
you for your Mistress yeah? Excellent, now hop along, we all know
Mistress Thorne doesn't like tardy girls and your pretty little arse
looks red enough don't it hon?"
Gosh she's intense, not giving me a chance to respond as she grabs me by
the wrist and sits me down. Tilting my head back she starts to wash my
hair, still droning on... I don't really respond to her, but it doesn't
seem like she notices, and I start to drift off once more...
I wake up with a gentle tap to my face and blink, trying to focus... it
comes clear that I'm looking at the world through very long lashes, and
as I bring my hand up to see, with baby pink nails.
"Oh goody, I was wondering what I'd have to do to wake you hon." She's
off again, helping me upright, making me aware I'm still completely
nude...
What's worse is that in order to lead me to the mirror to inspect
myself, she grabs my cock and uses it as a handle.
"My my.. what a big cock you have, not like a proper sissy at all, mines
a cute little pencil of a dick, but don't worry hun, you'll get someone
to shrink it for you soon enough..."
"No!" I squeal shaking my head. "I like it just the way it is..."
"Aww.. it's okay hun, you'll come round, but anyhow, for now it's a real
useful handle, And my girl don't you talk funny.. you foreign?"
"Y.. yes.. I'm British..." I stammer.
"Well you sure speak good English for a foreigner hun, it must a taken a
lotta spanks to teach you." She puts me in front of the Mirror. "Now
have a look at yourself hun, then take the next door to get dressed..."
"Yeah, thanks..." I manage amazed at her ignorance, but all thoughts of
that are gone as I look in the mirror...
My hair has been conditioned and washed so it seems to glow, a long
waterfall of polished copper. My lips and eyelids are coated in a
frosted pink, and there's matching false eyelashes with mascara in a
similar shade... I glance to check my toenails match my fingers, then
nod, I do look pretty good. Now.. onwards... I'm a little nervous as I
open the door, but I really want to get dressed now...
The next room contains my outfit, and a girl ready to dress me in it, I
say girl but we both know she's a sissy... just like me. First on are
opaque white tights though I guess they call them pantihose here. There
are no visible seams, and carefully placed holes, one for my cock and
balls the other over my arse. They feel good though... the soft material
caressing my long legs.
Next comes a leather body, in baby pink, high at the collar and hips,
and no sleeves at all. As she readies it for me, I gasp... there's a big
plug to go into my arse, shaped like an circumcised cock.. at least this
one isn't a copy of mine then... but is that a good thing? The body goes
on, the satin lining caressing my naked skin, I.. I have to brace myself
as the strap between my legs is readied and the plug pushed into my
arse.. fuck it's a tight fit! There's a little pouch over my cock which
conceals it, and I'm sure there's more to the pouch than that... but I
don't have time to speculate as she pulls the strap between my legs
tight! There's two straps on either side of my waist that tighten like
ratchets, until my thin waist looks even thinner... and a big white belt
around my waist with a large white buckle that slips between them. Next
are boots.. wow.. the boots... thigh high, pink to match the body, tall
heels almost ballet boots... and so soft inside. Gloves too, also long,
bulky, fitting up to halfway up my arms, the hands are gauntlets even...
and finally a matching helmet, pink with a white visor, and the penny
drops, these are going to be my biking leathers...
"Well bitch, what do you think?" asks Mistress Thorne, walking in her
more traditional black leathers, then lounging against the wall. "Go
check your reflection..."
I do.. and oh my. My pink gloved hands fly to my face. "I.. I look like
a fetish model.. or a super hero.."
"I know, that was the intention," Mistress says, walking up behind me
and slipping her hands around my waist... her lips moving in to kiss my
neck... the image of the pair of us in the mirror is so hot, and my
knees go week as she kisses my ear. "Don't you look hot Angel?"
"Oh yes Mistress..." I gasp, then squeal as she presses her knee into my
butt, and the dildo starts to vibrate. "Ooh..."
"Oh yes.. special surprise in both nipples, your crotch and your ass..."
She chuckles. "Just as a treat for my little bitch..."
She gently nips on my ear and tugs and I almost fall over, my hands
reaching out to grasp the frame of the mirror to stop from over
balancing. "T..thank you Mistress..."
She laughs and I wonder if she's about to make me cum, then another knee
in the ass and the plug stops. "Well come on then, I didn't get this
outfit custom made for you just to keep you inside, I'm going to show
you off, now come along!"
"Yes Mistress," I reply, grabbing the helmet and walking behind her as
she strides through the corridors to the main entrance.
I get as many views as I did when I was naked, and the new girl in
reception is ever so polite, even if we do little more than walk past.
We stop just before the main door and Mistress turns back to look at me.
"Now you gonna be okay going out like that?" She grins. "Or do I need to
put a collar and leash on you?"
"I.. I'm fine thank you." I manage swallowing, realising there's always
another notch she can crank up the embarrassment.
"Shame," she says and heads off down the steps, and I follow, aware that
a lot of eyes are on me... shit my skin must be scarlet...
Mistress gets onto the bike and offers me her hand to help me get on
behind her. It's a welcome offer and I'm soon sat tight behind her. I
put on my helmet and realise that the visor is opaque white.. and I
gasp.
"You're going to have your eyes shut anyway bitch," Mistress says with a
grin. "Now get the damn thing on."
"Yes Mistress," I reply meekly, aware that at least this way I wont have
to see any stares we're getting.. and so I lower the helmet down and
fasten the strap.
I hear the engine start up and I grab her tight, the vibrating of the
bike seems to be stimulating my outfit a little, and then we pull
away... I think that we're going fast, I know we go over some bumps as
every one pushes that dildo further into me, and one really big one sets
it vibrating. Oh god... I moan to myself, realising this is just one
more example of her proving her control, I'm as helpless now as I've
ever been with her... and I have no idea where we're going!
It's a long journey and by the end my arms are getting tired, and my
arse is getting sore on both the outside and the inside. When we finally
slow, turn and stop in what sounds like a gravel car-park I'm
relieved... sorta, I'm still not sure where we are, and if I'm going to
like it.
Mistress gets off, and I carefully take off my helmet and shake my hair
out. She laughs. "Oh my god bitch, you do that so well.. you should be a
model!"
I blush, smiling at having received a compliment from her. "Thank you
Mistress, I.. I sort of thought that was something you'd planned for me
anyway?"
She smiles. "Don't get clever with me bitch, and why are you looking so
flushed?"
"T.. the err.. bumps? They set off my.. plug..." I stammer blushing, so
embarrassed. "I.. it got me a little excited?"
"A little?" She shakes her head. "Not from the looks of you, now stick
your finger up there to turn yourself off..."
"Oooh.. yes Mistress," I moan, getting off my bike and then pressing the
base of the plug between my buttocks. Finally the thing stops and I
breathe, and look around me... oh shit...
We're in a gravel car park as I guessed, with a row of a dozen bikes
outside, mostly American styles... harleys I think.. it's really not my
area. And the 'place is a bar / diner, which, looking around, is in the
middle of nowhere... I look at Mistress Thorne nervously.
"Well come on then sissy, follow me. Or do I really need to use the
leash?" She heads to the three steps up to the bar, without waiting for
a response. Oddly I.. I think I would feel better on a leash, but I
guess that's not an option. Instead I hurry after my Mistress, not
wanting to get separated out here...
The bar itself is half full of.. well bikers, long hair, lots of black
leather and tattoo's. The floor is cracked lino, and the inhabitants sit
on benches behind cheep tables. One of the fluorescent tubes in the
ceiling is failing and flickering on and off... if you were looking for
a place to make me feel out of place, you couldn't get much better...
The faces all turn to us, silently, and I feel like I really need to
pee... my knees are quaking, and the only thing that stops me from
running is Mistress who remains calmly standing in front of me. Even
when, still in silence one gets up.. shit! He's massive!
He lets out a roar and runs over to Mistress, and picks her up in a
bear-hug. "Spike, you little bitch, where have you been?"
Mistress laughs. "Bear! Let me down! I've been working... and dating..."
"Dating?" he says the glances at me, trembling near the door. "Shit
Spike, that's a boy? Fuck me..."
Now on the floor Mistress shakes her head. "You're really not my type,
and you're not his type either. Angel, come here and say hello to my
friends."
Her friends? Okay.. I guess it's good that she knows these people, but..
shit.. she knows these people! I walk forwards, uncomfortably aware how
I'm dressed, the noise my heels make on the slightly sticky floor, and
the way my hips sway as I walk. I finally reach them and give a pathetic
little wave. "H.. hi!"
"Hello sissy," comes from the guys, and there's a round of sniggers.
I can feel myself being eyed up... Mistress takes a seat at the bench,
and gestures to me. "No secrets here bitch. Everyone here knows my
preferences... and they don't mind."
"Oh no not at all..." There's another round of snickers and I don't
think I could go any redder, and I'm feeling a little faint.
I press my legs together fighting the urge to pee or run, aware that I'm
the centre of amusement for them all. I'm also terrified of what
Mistress Thorne has planned.. I.. I don't think she'd let them do
anything horrible to me.. but.. I'm not certain. "Yes Mistress?"
That brings on another round of rather dirty sniggers, and a smile on
Mistress's face. "Shit slut, go to the little boys room before you pee
yourself, then get yourself a drink and come join us. Don't worry about
me, one of the boys will get me one won't they?"
"Yes Mistress," I reply, curtsying automatically with my nerves, then
turn and walk to the toilets at the back of the bar. I can hear a
muffled discussion then the sounds of one guy getting up, I guess he's
getting Mistress's drinks order...
The toilets are disgusting, I look in the cubicle, and.. well there's no
way on earth I'm using that.. so I have to stand before the urinal and
unbuckle the crotch strap to free my cock. It's semi hard... well I'm
feeling humiliated, so of course it is, and I have to step back to pee.
As I try and do so, one of the guys walks in, and.. well the pee flows
freely then. In my head he's going to do all sorts of horrid things to
me, but all he does is glance in my direction and then take his stance
at the urinal next to me.. I.. shouldn't look, but I can't help noticing
his cock is way smaller than mine.
I'm not dumb enough to think that makes me the real man in this
situation. I finish, wipe, and buckle up tight. It's probably deeply
wrong that the way this pushes my plug deeper into my arse is
reassuring... then I turn and walk out, knowing the guy is checking out
my arse, fuck I know I would...
I walk in to see Mistress, laughing and joking with the bikers, she sees
me and flashes me a look... I try and decode it as I walk to the bar.
Why is she doing this? Why the fuck are we here? Is this some sort of
test? I stand at the bar, about to lean on it, before deciding I can't
see a 'non' sticky patch. Okay.. sissy think, she's obviously
comfortable here, these are her friends, they know what I am and what
she likes so... am I supposed to impress them?
"Whadda ya want?" says the balding barman, wiping a grubby hand against
a stained T-shirt.
I look behind the bar, even though my mind is racing, they have bottled
beers... looking at the hygiene in this place, it seems a safe bet.
"Err.. one, no... two of those?" I say pointing, an idea forming in my
mind.
"You got the cash?" he asks, eyes narrowing. "We don't take cards here."
"Err.. Spikes tab?" I say guessing and to my relief he nods. Okay, she
wants me here, it must be a test, hmm.. possibly to see if I'm not just
a simpering sissy? I mean there's loads of them to choose from. But I
need to be different, I need to stand out... be special.
The two bottles get places on the bar, a little heavily so one starts to
froth... okay I was a teenage boy, I can do this! I get the bottle and
neck it, swallowing the whole frothy contents in one go... I.. I'm good
at swallowing... Dammit, I hate these American beers, but I can feel the
trapped air inside me. I resist the urge to burp, but realise there
isn't as much room down there as there used to be, and strut to the
table holding the remaining bottle.
"'scuse me!" I say tapping the guy next to Mistress on the shoulder. "I
believe this is my date?"
He laughs and shifts slightly and I carefully lower myself down beside
Mistress Thorne. Everything would be ruined if I set the butt plug
off...
"A bottled beer?" one of the men says. "Is that suitable for a sissy?"
Right.. I was expecting something like that. "Oh please I'm just as much
a man as any of you..."
"Really?" I get the response and a mutter of laughter, oh please make
this work.
"Sure. I can prove it," I say holding out my hand palm facing them. "And
please ignore the outfit, pink just shows I'm confident in my sexuality,
lots of guys wear pink these days..."
"Admittedly not usually pink body suits which show off their boobs, hips
and narrow waist, and I doubt any of them wear thigh high stiletto
boots.. but each to their own," I say, to a round of laughter, okay,
this is working, they're amused. "But as I was saying I'm just as manly
as any of you..."
"Firstly," I swivel my hand to show one finger up. "I'm the only one
here who walked in with a beautiful woman."
Right, no one is going to argue that point, especially with the smile
Mistress Thorne gives.. shit she looks like a cat right there.
"Secondly, my hair is shorter than oh.. you, you and you."
I indicate three of the bikers, not commenting on their beards one of
which you could probably camp in, or the fact that I couldn't grow one
if I wanted to. "Thirdly my dick is bigger than his," I point at the guy
from the toilet. "And probably bigger than most of the rest of yours..."
Please god don't make them show me. "And finally..." I drink down the
bottle of beer in one, making myself even more light headed, then give
off the largest belch I can. "Can any of you beat that?"
There's a chorus of laughter, and even a few claps, Mistress Thorne is
grinning beside me, and then when things quiet down, looks around the
room. "Well?"
"She's okay," says Bear, who then waves his hand "Or he's okay,
whichever... seems like you picked a live one after all."
"Didn't I just?" Mistress Thorne says looking at me. "I think you got
official approval bitch."
"T.. thank you," I respond, reverting a little, and realising that if we
come here again, that will be my nickname.
"You see, I've been coming here a long time," Mistress says. "How long
has it been Bear?"
"Oh.. shit, you were nineteen?" he says thinking hard. "Coming to a
biker bar, trying to prove yourself... frigging little idiot."
She grins. "Oh year, lucky I came here, where folks are half-way decent.
I'd been here about five minutes when my big brother came to get me."
There's more laughter. "He still a bike cop?"
"Oh yeah.. and he's still bigger than you Bear," she says with a grin.
"And I can still beat him in a fight..."
One of the guys looks at me. "She ain't kiddin' either.."
"Oh yeah.. my college days were such fun, coming here, getting dragged
out by my brother, week in week out," Mistress smiles. "Finally he came
in out of work hours with me, decided I'd be okay, and left me to it...
I could have been a rebel in so many worse ways."
"You still ride your bike like a maniac," Bear says. "One day you're
going to have an accident Spike."
"Yeah yeah.. one day," she brushes him off. "Now c'mon, where are those
burgers I ordered?"
"Coming!" snaps the barman. "Dammit if it wasn't you Spike I swear I'd
have you thrown out."
I look at the burger placed in front of me, and try not to curl up my
nose, it's all grease and soggy bread, and a small pile of French fries
at the side, however.. let's not loose the goodwill I've gained.
"So Spike, your big brother still dating his own sissy?"
"They're getting married," she replies after finishing her mouthful.
"I'm guessing some of you might get invites."
"You gonna be a bridesmaid Spike? In a cute little dress?" Bear grins.
"If so, you can be certain I'm coming..."
Mistress grins. "Maybe.. but I'm working on a proxy..."
All eyes turn to me, as I try and eat the burger delicately, making me
look up and blush.
"Hell I think I'll turn up anyway," He says, making me squirm. "Shit
Spike you sure he's a boy?"
"Ask Digger," Mistress says with a grin at the bloke from the toilets.
"Definitely a fucking boy," Digger says face flushing behind his beard.
"Fuck I think the rest of him is so fucking girly to compensate..."
"I.. it's not that big..," I murmur still deeply embarrassed, to a round
of laughter.
"Fuck me Bitch!" Bear says.
"I'd really rather not," I reply before he can continue, for more
laugher.
"Dammit.. most boys go bragging how big their dick's are and you..."
"Don't have to brag," I reply with a quiet embarrassed smile. "Do I
Mistress Spike?"
Another round of laughter, makes me feel better, more accepted,
especially when Mistress agrees.
"No.. he doesn't have to brag," she replies. "Very gifted down there...
hell one day I might even let him put it inside me..."
Oh gods, the laughter! And I'm so embarrassed I could faint...
She puts her arm around me,"Don't worry bitch, we know that's not going
to happen, don't we?"
Oh... fuck, I.. I can feel my eyes filling with tears. "I.. I need some
air," I gasp, moving her arm, and getting off the bench. I try not to
run to the door, but.. well that's a fail. Good job I can run in heels.
Outside in the cold air, I can see the sun is getting low in the sky...
nearly sunset... t... that's pretty... And then I bust out into massive
heaving sobs... fuck I'm such a fool, why should I ever have expected?
I'm a sissy, I'm getting off enough times.. why should I think that...
she'd let me.. Fuck it.. I.. I shouldn't have assumed....
I hear footsteps, heeled boots, I know it's her.
"Angel?" she asks her voice a little uncertain. "Angel?"
I turn to face her, aware that all the detailed make up is running down
my face. "I.. I'm sorry Mistress.. I.. should never have assumed... I.."
"Shut up," she says, in a kindly tone. "Please shut up... and listen..."
"Why?" I blurt. "I..."
"Shut up you stupid bitch!" she says slapping me across the face. "And
listen to me!"
I look at her, hand rubbing my cheek, silent...
"Fuck, I didn't mean to do that," she says, and I can tell she's
emotional too. "I.. I am not letting you stick that thing in me.. but...
as I was about to say..."
She pauses. "And you realise this is the closest I will ever get to an
apology?" I nod. "If things go well. I will put it inside me... do you
understand? If that," She points to my crotch. "Ever gets near my pussy,
I will be in charge of where it goes, do you understand?"
"y.. yes..." I manage.
"Yes what?" She says, looking at me, and I sense she's more nervous
about my reply than she'd ever admit to.
"Yes Mistress," I respond, and I can sense the relief on her face.
"Good.. now, I've said our goodbyes." She pauses, and then sighs. "And
don't worry I got a stern telling off... we're going on a little bike
ride, before I take you home."
She leans in and kisses me, and of course I respond, and the two of us
snog in the car-park Only when we finish is there a chorus of cheers
from the bar.. dammit we've been watched. Cheers and more than a few
filthy suggestions...
Mistress unlocks part of the bike and pulls out a small make-up bag.
"I'd suggest you fix your face here, unless you want to go back inside?"
"I.. I'll pass thank you Mistress," I say, taking the the bag from her.
The mirror shows the streaks down my face... and.. I look hot even like
that. I can't redo the professional make up, but I do a pretty good job
before turning to Mistress Thorne for inspection.
"Acceptable," she says, with another smile. "Well then, wave bye-bye to
the boys and we'll be on our way."
"Y.. yes Mistress," I stammer, and wave to the watching crowd before
taking my place behind her.
I put on the helmet, loosing my vision again, and hold on tight... and
soon we are off. She seems to be driving a little bit more carefully
now, and the road seems twistier, and the journey isn't so long when we
swerve and halt.
"Helmet off Angel," she says shifting her weight and I willingly comply,
shaking my hair out as I do so.. as I open my eyes I see her gazing at
me. "You are so hot when you do that... such a sexy sissy."
"T.. thank you Mistress," I reply, aware she's turned to straddle the
bike facing me, then squeal as she pulls me down against her into a
kiss...
She holds me tight around my waist, my arms go around her shoulders..
she takes charge in the kiss, invading my mouth, pressing my body
against hers, I.. I melt into her kiss... eyes tight closed...
She pulls back and turns my head so I look out at the sunset, the
glowing disc slipping below the ocean in the bay. "Oh Mistress, it's
gorgeous!"
She chuckles. "It's not the only thing... and Angel.. I did warn you I
would hurt you didn't I?"
"Y.. yes Mistress," I say, glancing at her.
"Well this evening was part of that. Not just physical.. but
everything," She sighs, and I think she wants to apologise but... "Funny
thing is bitch, I didn't really mean it..." She shrugs. "But it seemed
too good an opportunity to waste."
"Y.. yes Mistress," I say, a little confused.
"I am a sadist," she says, calmly. "You have to expect things like
that.. only don't expect them all the time, part of the joy is
surprising you."
"Y.. yes Mistress," I reply, and she brings me in for one more kiss..
the two of us, making out on the back of her bike in the sunset... is it
romantic? Or is it as romantic as things get for people like us? I..
want to say more, but.. no.. I don't want to spoil it...
After an age kissing, it's time to go... I hold on as she takes me back
to hers, almost falling asleep as we go. I.. I don't change as I get
into my car and drive home, accepting the little chit she gives me,
allowing me to arrive late at work.. do I want to use that?
I.. I hurry from my car to the house, hoping no one sees me in this
outfit.. as much as I love it, I don't want to have to explain it! I.. I
don't take it off at bed time, and I'm feeling really horny, really
dirty after everything. So... I pull out the special drawer in my night
stand.. yes! I knew I had a ball gag which matched this outfit! That
goes in, and I strap it tight behind my head... oh gods this feels good,
and naughty! I'm doing this in my real life... normal life... my legs
start to tremble with nervous excitement, the old excitement from when
this sort of thing was a rare fantasy, not part of my everyday life.
The clock shows it's only half nine, it is an early night, but... this
is what I want to do. I strap my ankles together, and then my knees, the
leather of the boots pressed against each other... it feels good. I slip
a blindfold, well actually a sleep mask onto my head, but keep it above
my eyes, at least for now as I'm getting ready for the final stage. I
push myself onto my bound feet and bend over to push into my arse and
set the plug off, and press my crotch to start the suit massaging me
there as well. Then I strap my hands in front of me, it's an easy buckle
that I can undo if I concentrate and can see what I'm doing. And then I
use my strapped hands to tug the mask over my eyes and lean back in the
bed. One final job, I tuck my bound legs tight against my chest and move
my hands down, slipping them past my legs and ass, until their behind
me...
Slightly out of breath I stretch out, feeling the sensations take over
my body, groaning into the gag, squirming against my self bondage,
revelling in the stimulation from the suit.. oh yes... yes.. I'm a slut,
I keep telling myself that in my head, the extra bit of humiliation
strengthening the arousal.. oh it's so good, and I.. I'm so close and...
The phone rings! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I curl up quickly and groaning move
my hands back in front of me.. shit that hurts when you do it in a rush!
I pull them up to my mouth and scrabble at the buckle.. then spit out
the gag.. ack! Next push up the blindfold and grab the phone.. deep
breath...
"Hello?" I manage, trying not to moan from the device pulsing in my arse
and around my cock.
"Hi Angela!" It's Amy! "Soooo.. how's the weekend gone?"
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