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Young Stepmother Part 15
By Mark Dayette
Pete came into the club and he sat down near the back of the room. The
waitress Klarissa winked at me to signal that she had his table covered.
The night's musical performance was the Israeli sissy pop star Shiran
(formerly Shimon), she had beautiful legs and she wore attractive
jewelry. I tried to not look at Pete but I couldn't resist, I wanted to
see what his mood was like. He looked a bit more shy than usual, perhaps
his fiancee immersing him in the reading of crossdressing books and
feminization stories had made an impact. As the night went on though he
started smiling and looking confident again. He was actually getting into
the music and enjoying himself.
When Klarissa was waiting Pete's table it infuriated me to see him
staring at her breast implants. Didn't he know she was a sissy? What a
hypocrite! About two hours later Klarissa informed me that Pete told her
that he saw me working various tables. This put additional pressure on me
because now I became self conscious about my job and him seeing me wait
on the customers. I didn't want him to see them fondling me, I suddenly
resented their grabby hands more than ever. Would you want your oldest
male friend seeing you in a job where you were submissive to men? I tried
to avoid the table of the Brazilian billionaire, Benedito Polou, who
tended to spank me whenever he was in attendance.
Everything went okay until I went to the table of the Russian
billionaire, Sergei Kotzov. He surprised me by grabbing me suddenly and
putting me in his lap, before I knew what was happening he had shoved his
fingers into my mouth. I had the idea that I could bite his fingers to
get them out of my mouth, but I was too afraid he would punch me in the
face. His voice sounded intimidating and he whispered into my ear in a
Slavic accent, "If you want the fingers out, you must suck them." I was
filled with animal fear, I had to comply. In shame I sucked his fingers,
I didn't know how long I would have to do it, I did it for about a minute
until he finally let me up so I could get away from him.
I looked over in the direction of Pete's table to find out if he had seen
my humiliation and unfortunately he had. I saw him smirking. I became
angry and decided to confront him. When Klarissa saw that I was willing
to approach his table she viewed this as a sign that she no longer had to
help me that night. I saw her go into the club's bathroom, the cat
Gabriella had told me earlier that Klarissa wasn't feeling well. I think
she was allowed to leave work early that night as Christopher knew the
customers had no erotic interest in a sissy who was throwing up.
I walked over to Pete's table to give him a piece of my mind.
I asked him, "Enjoying the show?"
Pete said, "It isn't terrible."
Staring at his face up close I was flooded with anger remembering how he
had punched me and put me in the hospital. I decided to launch a verbal
attack on him.
I said to him, "I saw you moving your body to the music. And you've been
staring at the tits of the waitress Klarissa all night! The singer is a
sissy and so is the waitress! And you thought I was a faggot? Now who is
the faggot?"
Pete's reaction to my rant wasn't what I wanted, I thought I would at
least see some suffering on his face after I implied he was a faggot.
However, he stayed totally calm.
He said, "Natalie, it wasn't my idea to be here, Heather forced me to
come. In contrast, you want to live this way. You are a sissy, that's
just who you are, you are in a gay marriage and you are the wife. Look at
your embarrassing job here, you are a waitress for men and they grope you
whenever they feel like it. The waitress Danielle stopped by at my table
and whispered into my ear that in a back room called the 'Lion's Den' you
drink cum and your body gets covered in cum. I had a good laugh over
that. You are the biggest sissy faggot in the world!"
After he said that I wasn't thinking clearly, I went into a rage and
lunged at him to punch him, I wanted to knock him out! I wanted his face
to be crushed the way he had crushed mine! I wound up my right arm but
when my punch moved forward the worst thing happened, I tripped over my
own black high heels and the right side of my body came crashing down and
smashed against Pete's table. Next, I could feel the pain of the right
side of body and then my head hitting the floor. I heard Pete yell out,
"Natalie fell down! Help!" That's when I lost consciousness.
I was sent to the hospital again, I only know what happened during this
period because Reginald told me after I woke up and was more alert. When
I regained slight consciousness Reginald had the nurses put me on high
doses of morphine again to help me with the physical and emotional pain.
He said I had broken 3 ribs. I admit I was phasing in and out of sleep a
lot. When I woke up again my body seemed different.
Reginald later told me this next part which shocked me, he said he called
the club to find out what had caused me to fall and the cat Danielle
answered the phone, she said, "Mr. Lancaster, I can tell you the inside
story, Natalie was angry at Pete for staring at Klarissa's breasts all
night. Natalie hates having the chest of a boy. Natalie's Stepmother has
probably told you that Natalie is madly in love with Pete, I hope that
doesn't make you upset, I know Natalie is your wife. Natalie wants Pete
to find her sexually desirable. Natalie was frustrated over this and she
confronted Pete and tried to punch him and she stumbled and smashed her
body and head against the table and then the floor."
Reginald must have believed her story but as I was laying in the hospital
bed I soon became aware by looking at my chest that I now had C cup sized
breast implants. I wanted to yell at Reginald that Danielle hated me,
that he should have never asked her what happened, there were other cats
still at the club then who he could have gotten on the phone who would
have told the real truth. I couldn't believe that Reginald had accepted
her lies about me being jealous of Klarissa's breast implants. And I had
never wanted Pete to find me sexually desirable. My Stepmother had caused
me so much trouble by spreading that garbage claim to everyone she spoke
with. When I tried to yell at Reginald for having the surgeons give me
breast implants I just couldn't, I felt too weak. I wondered where my
Stepmother was, I knew she was on vacation, but I thought she would find
out I was in the hospital and come to visit me.
I was practically half asleep but I heard Reginald say to me, "I don't
understand you, you are homophobic, but you wanted breast implants that
would make you more sexually desirable to men? When you get out of the
hospital I'm paying to send you to a psychiatrist."
When I could finally stand up and walk I went into the hospital's
bathroom and looked into the mirror. Even in the hospital gown I noticed
my new shape, I had breasts. I wondered what normal woman would date a
man with breasts. I knew that when I eventually divorced Reginald I could
go back to dating women. Was it easy to remove breast implants? Was that
an expensive surgery? And what about the 'Sissy' tattoo? Honestly, what
normal woman would put up with that either? Was a tattoo easy to have
removed? On the other hand, a lot of women were bisexuals now, maybe a
bisexual woman wouldn't care that I had breast implants and a 'Sissy'
tattoo? I snapped back to the present and decided to not dwell on those
issues which wouldn't confront me until much later.
Reginald told me that Heather had called the hospital and although
Reginald tried to tell her that he knew it wasn't Pete's fault she didn't
fully believe it. Reginald said he could hear her already lecturing Pete
in the background. A few weeks later Heather called me on the phone and
she told me she had forced Pete to start writing feminization stories for
the Fictionmania website. She told him to write the stories under the
name "Petra" so he would get accustomed to having a sissy identity to
better understand their feelings and their plight. When he resisted she
said that if he didn't write under "Petra" he would be forced to write
them and submit them under his real name. He trembled at the thought of
that and submitted to writing them as Petra.
Heather said that Pete had obviously not made me feel sexy when he saw me
at the club, and in doing so he hurt my feelings because a sissy always
wants to have their feminine beauty appreciated by men. As she was
talking to me about this I couldn't fail to notice how nutty she was, she
was like a strange activist for sissies. She had seriously wanted her
future husband to tell me how hot I looked? Really bizarre. However, I
didn't want to oppose this weirdness of hers as it was benefiting me by
making Pete suffer.
My perspective on my life was so unusual, I considered the positives of
being in the hospital, at least in the hospital I could miss work and I
didn't have to give oral and anal sex to that Aussie jerk Christopher. My
broken lower ribs on my right side had to be in a cast. When I returned
to work it was only a day or two away from my Stepmother returning from
her vacation. She had called Danielle and told her that she spent most of
her vacation tanning on a nude beach in Greece. I felt anger toward my
Stepmother, but the thought of her tanning nude on a beach was still
arousing to me. I knew she had an attractive body and I envied the guys
on that beach who were getting to see her nude.
To begin my first day back at work I had to continue the degrading
routine of giving Christopher his daily blowjob. When he saw the new
shape of my figure created by my breast implants it seemed like his cock
was even harder than usual when he plunged it into my mouth. As I was
sucking his cock I couldn't help but think of how good it was going to be
for my Stepmother to be back in charge so I wouldn't have to do this
anymore. I also had the idea that I could tell her Christopher had forced
me to suck his cock and get fucked by him in my ass while she was gone,
and she would throw him out of the club and I'd never have to see him
again.
I confronted the waitress Danielle to blame her for giving my husband
Reginald the false idea that I wanted breast implants. She looked at my
new figure and then laughed right in my face. I thought about punching
her, but I knew I didn't have a good track record with that and I didn't
want to fall again and wind up back in the hospital. I decided to think
up a plan later of a way to humiliate Danielle like she had humiliated
me. She had been successful with her two vicious pranks that had resulted
in my 'Sissy' tattoo and my breast implants. It would take a lot to
humiliate her to the same level.
The wealthy customers went wild over my new breast implants.
Unfortunately, this began the new pattern of that part of my body being
groped as often as my ass was. I was nervous walking around with a new
body shape, I felt self conscious, I was also embarrassed that I was now
wearing my first bra, a pink push-up bra which made my C cups look even
bigger. The night's musical performance was the Black sissy hip hop group
from Detroit called Shawnta's Sissies.
I wasn't included in that night's private show which was held in the
'Kitten Corner', the billionaires Ming Yang and Dieter Lange paid $7,000
to watch the cats Laleh and Gabriella have sex. I learned the details
later, they had to 69 and suck each other's cocks, they had to take turns
fucking each other in the ass. The low price for these acts and the fact
that the show was held in the 'Kitten Corner' led me to figure out that
there was a rule for the private shows. The 'Kitten Corner' was for
softer shows in which the cats had sex with each other for an audience of
wealthy businessmen while the 'Lion's Den' handled events where the
businessmen engaged in degrading sexual acts with us.
Normally with my Stepmother in charge not being selected for the private
show meant I could go home early with no further troubles, but with
Christopher in charge it meant I had to go into his office and have him
fuck me in the ass before he allowed me to go home. Christopher always
started that session the same way, he forced me to crawl on all fours
over to him like an animal and then I had to go under his desk and he
would force me to turn around with my bare ass facing him and then he
would grab me by my hips with his strong hands and he would pull me over
to sat in his nude lap as his hard cock began to penetrate me. Even with
my ribs in a cast he forced me to do all of this. Broken ribs or no
broken ribs, the Aussie jerk Christopher was still going to sexually use
me.
As this was happening I tried to look on the positive side that it was
the final night of such a tremendous humiliation, my Stepmother was
returning tomorrow. He must have known that too because he was really
into it. He was going to fully enjoy his power over me right up to the
very last minute. He was firmly squeezing my new breasts as he fucked me
and he shoved his thumb into my mouth and he made me suck on it as though
I were a child sucking my own thumb. And then he did something that he
had never done before, he reached to the front of my pelvic area and
started masturbating my penis, he was trying to make me cum and I so
desperately didn't want to give him the satisfaction of it. But finally
the combination of him fucking my asshole and his fingers stroking under
the head of my penis caused me to squirt on the top of his desk. After he
had also orgasmed, he forced me to lick up my own cum from the top of the
desk and swallow it. When I left his office I was so glad my Stepmother
was coming back.
The cats went out late after midnight to celebrate that night before my
Stepmother's return. I think they also wanted to celebrate what they felt
was the certain disappearance of Christopher. Several of the girls said
they didn't like the way that he looked at their pelvic and butt areas.
They speculated that he was a sexual predator against sissies. Klarissa
couldn't go with us because she was sick again, she had a cold and wanted
to go home. I knew that not having Klarissa with us would be worse for me
because out of all the cats she was my best friend, but I figured there
were enough other girls going that I would be okay. As long as it wasn't
just me and Danielle alone (I hated her) I figured it wouldn't get too
bad. And I held out the hope that maybe during the late night out I could
find a way to humiliate Danielle.
We went to a popular Philadelphia transvestite bar called 'Suds and
Sissies', it was kind of seedy and not nearly as nice as our club. The
cats continued to gossip about Christopher with the Swedish cat Agnes
finally confessing that one afternoon at the club Christopher had fucked
her in the ass, she tried to resist but Christopher kept saying, "Don't
be difficult like a kangaroo mate, you know you want it." She tried to
laugh about this, but I could see that she hated being used by him just
as much as I did. They all knew, from Klarissa telling them, that
Christopher had been suspended as a dance instructor from that Sydney,
Australia dance school for improper conduct with the students. Eventually
the conversation shifted to other topics. We were all drinking heavily
and that's when I must have put myself in another bad situation.
I woke up hours later on the sofa downstairs in my husband Reginald's
home. I felt a stinging sensation of pain in my stomach and from my butt.
It was like deja vu all over again. I wondered if a man or several men
had fucked me. And the pain in my stomach led me to fear that they had
forced me to give blowjobs and swallow their cum.
I had been in a transvestite bar, maybe a sissy had fucked me? From
working as a waitress at 'The Fag Cats Club' I had unfortunately learned
a great deal about the 'Sissy subculture'. Some sissies were totally
straight (hard to believe, right?), some sissies almost exclusively had
submissive sex with men, other sissies had sex with their sissy comrades,
like a sissy on sissy thing. Therefore, it wasn't impossible that a sissy
in a dress fucked me in the ass when I was drunk. I soon noticed that
unlike the last time when I woke up the next morning still in my waitress
outfit, this time I was completely naked. I had no idea where my waitress
outfit was. It meant that whoever brought me home brought me home nude.
How disgraceful. I knew I had been drinking heavily but I didn't think it
was enough to blackout and forget whole hours of the night? And I had
been so drunk that I lost my clothes in public?
Reginald came downstairs in the morning and I remained on the sofa in a
daze, Reginald walked over to me and he saw me under the blanket. He sat
down next to me and he said, "I can't believe you got those new tattoos,
I saw them last night when the cab driver brought you home."
I was immediately terrified. "Tattoos? What tattoos?"
To Be Continued....
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