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When Sissy Jim arrived back at his room, he found the place empty.
Everything was gone. His clothes, suitcase, computer, everything. The
door closed behind him and he realized he was totally alone and totally
helpless. At first he panicked. How was he going to get out of this
horrid pony girl outfit? Even if he did, what was he going to do then?
He would be naked, with no money, no identification. His privates were
locked in a painful chastity device which he knew was not going to come
off without some very delicate tools.
That was when he finally realized there was a note pinned to the
bedspread. He was nearly crying when he finished reading the note. It
told him to go back out of the room. He was to go down the elevator to
the second floor and knock on the door to room 212. The note said the
keys to his padlocks were in that room and he would have to do whatever
the occupants ordered him to do before they would free him.
It took Sissy Jim several minutes to make up his mind. The ring gag the
held his reins allowed him to make noise but he would never be able to
make anyone understand him. If he followed the instructions at least he
would be free of his pony girl outfit. Maybe he could then get some
clothes from someone and start to figure out how he was going to get
home.
Fortunately, the door handle was a lever type. He backed up to it and
managed to push it down with his bare asscheeks. Once it was down he
realized he would have to grasp it between his legs and then walk
forward, pulling the door open. Once he had it fully open, he would
have to release it and quickly move around to the outside of the door
before the automatic closer swung it closed. The whole maneuver was
humiliating to say the least and it actually took him three tries before
he found himself in the hallway. The door closed. He could hear the
lock snap. he was now committed.
He pranced his way down to the elevator and bent over to press the down
button with his nose. He felt a smack on his rear end and stood up
straight. He looked around and saw two men standing beside him. They
just laughed at him as one ran his hands up Sissy Jim's legs. "That
target was just too inviting," he laughed. "And these are great legs.
I'll bet you could give a guy a real ride."
The elevator doors opened and Sissy Jim felt saved. There were other
people in the car and the two men seemed to back off. The buttons
showed the car was going to the lobby. Jim realized would have to bend
over again and press "2" if he wanted to get off. The car was crowded
and when he bent, he could feel his rear pressing up against somebody.
Another crack landed on his now reddening cheeks. He gasped but at
least he did manage to press the button.
The car made several more stops before it finally got to the second
floor. Sissy had at least two hands feeling him up, caressing his legs
and rear end by the time the doors opened and he managed to make his
exit. All he could hear was the laughter as the doors closed and he was
again alone. He pranced over to room 212 and managed to knock on the
door with one of his hoof hands.
The door opened to reveal four people, two men and two women. They were
mostly naked and the two men sported huge erections. "Ahh, here she is
at last," one of the women said. "Now the party can get started."
Sissy Jim knew what was coming next. As it turned out, it was everyone
in the room except for him. First he was made to kiss, lick and suck
each cock until it was hard and leaking pre-cum. then he had to watch
as the two women took the two men to the bed and lowered themselves down
onto the hard cocks. As he watched he realized one woman had a cock in
her vagina but the other one had taken it up her rear channel. That one
ordered him over and told him to go to work on her. She expected an
orgasm before the stud shot his load into her ass. If Sissy wanted to
be freed, he had better make sure that was what happened.
Sissy stuck his tongue out through the ring gag and went to work. He
sucked and licked as fast and hard as he could until he felt her reach a
climax. Shortly afterwards he could feel the guy speed up and then
shoot his cum up into her. From the sounds on the other bed, the couple
had also both reached orgasm as well.
He was then ordered over to the other bed to clean out the woman's
pussy. He could see the cum oozing out between her lips and he wanted
to gag as he bent down and put his lips and tongue back to work. As he
swallowed the vile stuff he knew, in the back of his mind, what his next
duties would involve. He was so right. After he cleaned her out and
brought her to yet another climax, he turned around and saw the other
woman up on knees, her ass high in the air. No one even had to tell
him. He just swallowed his pride and soon was swallowing lots of other
stuff. This was far worse than his first duty.
When he finished, they all got dressed, unlocked his padlocks and freed
his hands from the pony gloves. Then they left him. He managed to free
himself from the rest of the gear except for the chastity device and
went quickly to the bathroom. He found the shower out of order so he
filled the tub and soon immersed himself in a hot bath. There was no
soap in the room, just a bottle of bubble bath which he emptied into the
tub. When he climbed in he felt even more like a sissy as his nearly
hairless body disappeared into the mountain of bubbles.
As the hot water and soothing bubbles helped melt away some the aches
and pains his body was experiencing he never even realized just how
tired he really was. It was only a moment before he nodded off into a
deep sleep. A sleep where his nightmare disappeared and he could escape
from the terrors he had brought upon himself. As he slid down the slope
to blissful slumber he was so thankful it was all over at last.
He awoke to the feeling of cold water. When he had prepared the bath he
had allowed the hot water to remain on in a slow stream that would
continually refresh his bath. The tub had an overflow drain so the
water level would remain stable. He had been asleep long enough for the
hot water to cool which meant he had drained the hot water tank for the
room as well. He did not know how long it had been. He only knew it
was not long enough. As he let his mind run back over the past two days
he shuddered in horror. His only solace was that it was finally over.
Then he heard the noise in the other room. The bathroom door opened and
there stood Mistress in all her leather glory. "No!" he screamed as she
stepped aside and two goons came over and lifted him bodily out of the
tub and held him in mid-air.
"This is the part of the fantasy where you beg me to dress you up as a
sissy and humiliate you. We are going to go into the other room and you
are going to beg and plead with me to sissify you. If you don't my two
associates are going to toss you naked out the patio door. How long do
you think you will survive stark naked out on the street? Dry yourself
off, shave off what remains of your beard and body hair and present
yourself to me. You have fifteen minutes."
The three of them then left him alone in the bathroom.
Just a short fifteen minutes later a naked and very frightened sissy
presented himself to Mistress. "Please make me a sissy," he pleaded.
"I want everyone who sees me to know I am a silly sissy. Humiliate me
by taking me out in public where people can see me as a sissy and laugh
at me as I mince around and serve my Mistress."
Mistress held up a pink satin corset adorned with white lace and white
ribbons. He rushed over and embraced it. "Please put it on me and lace
it tight. It is so lovely and I so want to wear it. It will excite me
so to have my waist crushed as the laces are tightened all the way
down."
Mistress nodded and the two goons went to work. This was the worst
corset he had worn yet. When it was finally laced tight, he could not
bend his body to reach his feet. He could only gasp for each breath.
The breasts he had now worn for so long he had nearly forgotten about
them were pushed up and together to make an obscene cleavage. His
nipples were bare and he could only watch as little bells were fastened
to each engorged nipple. As the clamps tightened he could feel the pain
in his own nipples.
He was forced to beg and then stand on one leg and then the other as a
pair of white thigh high stockings with seams up the back of each leg
were drawn up and fastened to the six garters on his corset. A pair of
open crotch, very pink, satin panties with rows of white lace across
his bottom came next. He was forced to kiss them and say how much he
loved them before they became part of his attire. The open crotch
allowed his straining balls and crushed penis to hang down and remain
exposed.
The dress was a pink confection of full skirted satin. A low bodice hid
nothing. The dress was off the shoulders but had two puffy sleeves that
stopped just short of his elbows. The hem came to his stocking tops but
was held out by yards and yards of pink petticoats. He was forced to
thank Mistress for letting him wear such a perfect Sissy dress.
High heel pumps with six inch high narrow heels came next. He could not
reach down to put them on. He slid his feet into them, squeezing them
on. They were pink patent with white trim. Straps crossed over each
instep and around the ankle where they buckled. The toes were pointed.
Mistress let him know they were just for sissies to wear and like most
women's shoes they were two sizes too small. As the night went on, the
pain would get worse and worse.
Short white lace gloves that reached only to his wrists seemed to
emphasize his sissyness and the also showed off his long nail
extensions. The bright red nails shined through the lace fingers.
Matching lipstick, long false eyelashes, some pink eye shadow and two
circles of blush completed his makeup. He waited for the wig but it
never appeared. Looking in the mirror he realized he was now really
Sissy Jim and anyone who knew him would know right away who he was. He
looked like a man in a fetish sissy getup. He was embarrassed even here
in t he hotel room. How humiliated he was going to be when they made
him go out in public and he knew that was in the plans.
He felt his arms pulled behind him and twisted up his back. A band went
around his wrists and was pulled tight, forcing him to hold his hands
palm to palm. Rings went on each pair of fingers, locking them
together. Each ring had two large rhinestones so that it looked like
each finger had its own ring. Even his thumbs were trapped this way. A
double harness of pink leather cuffs fastened above and below his
elbows. When they were tightened, his arms fused together from wrist to
elbow and his shoulders were wrenched back until they felt like they
would dislocate.
"That's called the reverse prayer position," he was told. It has three
main features. It is very sexy as it pulls your body up straight and
forces you to thrust your breasts out. It is painful at first but your
arms go numb quickly. And finally, it is escape proof."
He found it very difficult to move about in his heels with his arms
fastened this way but he did learn to manage. Especially as he was
helped along by lewd caresses from the two goons and a liberal
application of Mistress's whip as his skirts were raised.
"Pierce and ring him," Mistress ordered. "Our special guests will be
here any minute."
The goons produced a piercing gun and one held him as the other pierced
his ears. He was soon adorned with diamond studs as well as two very
large crystal chandelier style earrings. With his makeup and male
hairstyle they just screamed that he was a Sissy. He screamed too, for
a moment, as the gun pierced his nostrils and a nose ring was inserted.
A rhinestone studded leash hung down from the ring. He realized this
would be used to lead him around and he was helpless to do anything but
follow.
Mistress and her two helpers gathered up all of their paraphernalia and
walked out the door. They left the helpless sissy alone in an empty
hotel room. The door had swung closed but it did not lock. They had
left the locking bar in the closed position and it held the door from
completely closing.
That was when someone knocked on the door and what had been just a bad
nightmare became so much much worse.
Sissy Jim could only watch in horror as the door opened. He heard two
voices that he was sure he recognized and then he saw them. His two
female friends from home. "OMG," one said. "It really is him."
"Yes," the other one said picking up an envelope. "And he is all ours
for the rest of the night. Along with three tickets to the Fetish
Ball."
Helpless to do anything but follow along as one of them picked up his
leash and pulled, he soon found himself walking up Van Ness Avenue
again. At the ballroom where the ball was being held they ran into a
snag. Fetish attire was required and while he qualified, his two
"Mistresses" did not. Finally, it was decided to leave him near the
door while the two visited a boutique in the hall to obtain suitable
attire. His leash was draped over a parking meter and he was forced to
stand helpless for all to see for nearly a half hour. He was thoroughly
humiliated as the flashes went off signaling the many cell phone
pictures of him that were soon to be circulating on the web.
When the two women returned they were all decked out in leather. They
looked hot but he barely noticed. "This was a bit expensive," one said.
"It will have to come out of your hide, Sissy. You'll be busy tonight
earning back what this cost."
For the first hour they just wandered about on the main floor, meeting
people and admiring all the fetish costumes. His feet were way past
complaining from standing in the high heels but he had no choice. After
a while he even learned not to jump when someone's hand slid up under
his skirt and caressed his ass or someone groped his obscenely oversize
breasts or even when some guy demanded a kiss and sent his tongue down
the sissy's throat.
Then they went up to the second level balcony where people were having
drinks and watching over the rail at the ballroom below. That was when
Sissy Jim realized there were doors along the balcony wall and he soon
found out that each door opened into a playroom of some kind. Playrooms
where all kinds of activities were taking place.
The first room they entered was dark with only a chair of some kind in
the center of the room. It appeared to be fastened down to the floor
and was of quite sturdy construction. A spotlight shown down on the
chair. He was led over to the chair and forced to kneel on the floor so
his back was to the chair. His head and chest were then pulled through
an opening between the chair back and the seat so his head wound up
resting on the front edge of the chair seat. His legs were then pulled
up and out and fastened to the sides of the chair back so his bright
shiny heels were high in the air. They glittered in the spotlight every
time he moved one of his feet, calling attention to his helpless and
rather sexy predicament. His skirts and petticoats allowed his pretty
panties to show and put his now exposed ass on display.
In this humiliating position he heard his two "mistresses" at the door,
as if hawking something. He soon realized the something was him. At
least, it was his ass. Other guests were being given the opportunity to
fuck the helpless sissy. "Ten dollars for ten minutes," was what they
kept saying.
Two hours later, when he was released, they told him he had now earned
$100.00 towards the cost of their outfits. He felt like crying for it
certainly felt like he had been the recipient of far more than 100
minutes of cock riding torment.
Even worse had been when a man had been allowed to sit on him and put
his balls in sissy's mouth. As he sucked on the testicles, he had to
watch as a cock grew hard and then one of his Mistresses slowly lowered
herself on the erection. He had a close-up view as she rode up and down
on the rod and he felt the balls grow and then pulsate as cum shot up
into her hot little pussy.
"Oh, yes! Yes! Fill me up with your hot cum!" he heard her exclaim.
Then she rose up just enough for the guy to fall clear and to stand up.
As his nuts left sissy's mouth, they were quickly replaced by the
steaming, cum filled pussy which he was then forced to lick and suck
clean. Twice this horrible humiliation happened, once for each
mistress. To his chagrin, each announced that he was the best little
cum-sucker they had ever used.
For these services he heard that he had earned yet another $50.00. He
blanched when he heard their next words though.
"Maybe our sissy will be more talented serving cocks at his other end,"
one smirked.
"I certainly hope so. Let's find a room where we can find out. We
still have a couple of hours left before the party ends."
His leash jerked and he was forced to totter along behind them. He
heard them complaining about how their feet hurt from the three inch
high heels on their boots. These heels were much wider than his and
very sturdy. Walking in them would be very comfortable compared to the
needle thin spikes he was balanced on. His opinion was not solicited
though.
They passed several rooms and then they came to a bar. "I sure would
like a drink," one said.
"So would I, and a place to sit down for a few minutes too," the other
replied.
Sissy Jim knew sitting down was not likely to include him and as much as
he wanted a drink, he somehow knew he probably would not get one of
those either. So he was very surprised when he heard, "I'll bet sissy
would like something to drink, too."
They led him over to a low, wide cage made of steel bars. The top was
open and he was directed to step inside. Once both his legs were in, he
felt pressure on his shoulders, pushing him down into a squatting
position. He was forced down until he felt like his privates were about
to touch the bottom of the cage between his high heels.
The top of the cage was lowered into place and locked closed. There was
a hole in the center for his head but his shoulders pressed tightly up
against the otherwise solid metal of the top. He could not move
anything but his head. A sliding length of metal was moved forward and
pressed against his neck. Once again his head was in a stock like
restraint but now his head felt like it was detached from the rest of
his body.
The cage was on wheels and they pushed him over to the tables near the
bar and left him to watch them as they sat down and relaxed. A waitress
soon brought them drinks. "Anything for the slave?" she asked.
"No, not for now, "his mistress replied. "He'll soon get all he needs,
and probably a lot more than he wants." This was followed by laughter
from both of them.
"Is he/she here for the contest?" the waitress asked. "It starts soon
and promises to be a big hit. It certainly was last year. I think
almost every cock in the place got serviced before it was over."
It took about a half hour for them to finish their drinks. By now,
Sissy Jim's body was complaining seriously about the bent position he
was forced to maintain. He groaned but they only laughed at him. "The
pain will undoubtedly make you perform better," one said. "If only to
get things over with and earn your release from that delightful cage."
He was wheeled over to a section of the bar which had three holes in it.
Two other cages, each with its bound occupant, were wheeled up, one on
either side of him. "This is a contest," he was told.
At that point, three cocks pushed their way through the three holes. No
one could see the three guys standing behind the wall. There were just
three disembodied heads to service three anonymous cocks. The contest
required that each unknown cock entrant put up $25.00. The three caged
slaves would go to work and see who could get their cock to cum first.
The winner would be released and would collect the wager. The two
losers would remain in place until a third contestant was wheeled up and
three new males were enticed to offer themselves up for blow jobs.
Somehow Sissy Jim just could not seem to win. He heard the winner
announced as number one or number three time after time. When he
finally did win, he had lost track of how many cocks he had sucked and
how long he had been crushed into this painful squat. He barely heard
his Mistresses as they told him they were now $75 closer to paying off
his obligation.
They ordered another round of drinks and then released him from the
bondage. The top of the cage hinged upwards and then the four side
walls were folded out flat and he was left squatting in the center.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his body unfolded. He began to scream as the
process continued and his long stressed muscles returned to their normal
positions. This was far worse than anything he had experienced thus far
in the entire weekend. To add to his misery, his arms were released and
soon they too were providing him with excruciating pain.
When it was finally over, he lay in a heap on the floor, crying like a
baby. but it wasn't over. Not quite yet. They told him what his final
goal was to be. A man across the room was pointed out. "He bought you
for the rest of the night," he was told. "Get up, fix your makeup and
then sashay over to him and pick him up. Make nice to him and let all
these people see you kiss him and then make out with him. We want to
take lots of pictures showing how much you want him and how hot you are
for his body. When you finally leave here we don't want anyone to have
any doubt that you want him and want him badly."
Sissy Jim knew he had no choice but to do as told. Which is why, a half
hour later, he left the party, hanging on for dear life to the arm of
his intended conquest for the night. They went back to his hotel and
the second floor room he had been led out of a lifetime ago. It did not
take long before he was stripped down to his sexy underwear and forced
to make love to his paramour.
Taking up his well used ass was easy. Sucking it hard again was not so
bad. But lying on his back, his legs spread and then wrapped around his
lover was terrible. He was forced to watch the guy's face as he was
royally fucked. He had to put his arms around the guy and pull his head
down to kiss him as he was taken. When the ordeal was over, they lay
entwined together while the guy went to sleep. Every time Sissy Jim
would try to free himself, the guy would seem to wake up and tighten his
arms and kiss and snuggle before drifting back off to sleep.
Finally morning dawned and Sissy felt a hard slap on his rear. On order
he turned over on his front, slid a pillow under his hips and received
what the guy called a typical morning piss fuck. He felt like just what
he was, a piece of meat that was being used to relieve a need for
someone who did not care a whit about how he felt. It was about as
degrading a feeling as he had experienced all weekend.
By the time it was over, it was nearly two o'clock in the afternoon.
Sissy realized he was in this hotel room with no money, no clothes other
than he sissy outfit he wore the night before, no makeup besides his
lipstick, no hairbrush and no way to get home. Then he saw the pink
patent oversize purse on the desk. Fearfully he opened it up. Inside
he found his driver's license, his airplane ticket, a Bart ticket to the
airport, and nothing else but a note in handwriting he could easily now
recognize as belonging to Mistress.
If you hurry, you just might have enough time to make the flight. Of
course, you will look like a sissy who had just been fucked and you will
have to run down the street in those lovely heels to make the train, and
you smell like a sex factory, but other than that it should be an
uneventful journey on this end.
I imagine you will be quite an attraction by the time you deplane in
Wichita though. Probably don't get many full-fledged Sissy Slave Sluts
there in the middle of a Sunday afternoon. We put a trailer of your
film exploits out on U-Tube already and it is a hit. Not quite virile
yet but it's getting a lot of play in the central US where you live. We
have edited all the film we took down to a total of ten hours. We sell
them as a series of four movies for $40.00/movie and we have several
hundred orders already.
It seems you are about to be rich and famous. Well, at least, you'll be
famous. I'll be rich.
I wonder if your wife will be there to meet you? Well, either way,
"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. From now on, every
step you take will be a walk on the wild side."
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