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I'm still straddling the bike when the first few people walk past, and
I'm getting a few odd looks. I awkwardly slip off, so I'm standing beside
it, unavoidalbly showing my stocking tops as I do so. The elderly
gentleman walking past as I do so gasps and blushes slightly, as do I,
damn I thought I'd be discreet.
Standing next to the bike in my 6" heels is fairly comfortable, and I
realise that these are pretty much my normal everyday shoes now... which
makes me giggle at the thought. More people are walking past now, and I'm
getting some appreciative, almost hungry looks from most of the men, and
envious disapproving looks from the women.
I'm ashamed to admit it, but I start showing off a little, posing against
the bike, bending over it to show of my legs and my ass... thinking happy
thoughts of my mistress. There's even more approving looks as I do this,
and some tutting, so I turn my head around and smile sweetly.
Mistress has been gone quite a while now, and the first rush out of the
carpark has slowed, and I'm alone at the moment, bored, staring down at
the patent leather of my shoes when I hear some voices.
I look up and suddenly I'm nervous, it's a bunch of eight men, late teens
early twenties, with a swaggering bravado and already a couple of cans of
beer. They catch sight of me and leer, pausing in their rout to the
elevator and sauntering over to me.
"Hey babes, watcha doing?" the first asks as I hastily position myself to
cover my cuffed wrist.
"J... just waiting for my friend," I stammer nervously, looking around to
see if there's anyone else around.
"We'll be your friends," another says with a dirty chuckle, and the
others snicker too.
"I.. I'm doing okay for friends thank you very much," I say trying to
keep my voice steady... knowing they're looking me up and down.
"Nice legs," one of them says as they start to surround me and the bike,
"They'd look good wrapped around me..."
"And those lips..." a voice from behind me and I twist to see one of them
leering at me over the bike, "They'd look awesome around my cock."
"Hey guys, just leave me alone please?" I say awkwardly. "C'mon you've
had your fun, hey!"
I squeal and spin back round as I feel the draft as my skirt is flicked
up. "Wow she really is a slut," one of my tormentors comments. "Stockings
and suspenders."
"Yeah, I'm surprised she's even bothering to wear panties," the first
one, who seems to be as much of a leader as any of them comments. "She's
obviously some biker's little ho."
Shit! This is getting serious! My free hand clamps down on the skirt
covering the front of my crotch. This is bad enough without them finding
my poor imprisoned cock! However this leaves me unable to defend myself
as a big guy leans over the bike behind me and grabs my breasts from
behind, squeezing them roughly, "Stop it!" I squeal, looking around for
help, seeing the few other people there hurrying past minding their own
business.
"Why should I do that sweet thing?" the guy holding my tits says, "I know
you like this, your little nips are getting hard..."
Oh fuck, he's right... despite knowing I'm in trouble and that these guys
are building up to something much worse, my conditioned response to rough
treatment and humiliation is kicking in, and I'm getting aroused. "P...
please no..." I gasp as he squeezes again, and the leader walks up and
cups my chin in his hand.
"Give us a kiss love," he say puckering his lips and making kissing
noises, which brings laughter from his friends.
"No!" I gasp as he squeezes my face. "Lemme go..." I say finding talking
difficult.
His hand moves between my legs trying to pull my hand away from my
crotch, I keep it their with all my strength knowing it's only a matter
of time before his greater strength over powers me. My legs start to
shake and I start to cry struggling in his grip.
Finally one of them notices that I'm only using one hand to defend
myself, and look at the other. "Shit guys, this little bitch is chained
to the bike.."
"And?" asks the big guy molesting my tits. "Who gives a fuck?" He leans
in and licks my ear. "Although I'll give this piece of ass one..."
"No.. please..." I beg shaking my head free of th guy pinching my jaw.
"Please.. leave me alone!"
I snap the last line, trying to sound forceful, but the leader backhands
me across the face for my troubles. "Shut the fuck up ho! Everyone can
see that mouth's for sucking, not talking, right boys?"
The all laugh, and chuckle, and my nipples get pinched making me squeal,
before the leader turns his attention back to me. "One more fucking word
slut and I'l break your fucking jaw!"
I gulp, then gasp, at the sound of a car approaching and the sound of a
police siren. My attackers turn and run as fast as they can, scattering,
leaving me alone. I almost collapse to the ground with the feeling of
relief! Not that I'm particularly keen on explaining my situation, or my
sex, to the police but it's a hell of a lot better than.. what was gonna
happen.
I feel even more relief as Mistress walks out of the elevator, and takes
in my flustered appearance. She drops the bag she's holding and hurries
over. "What happened?"
"A h.. half d.. dozen boys..." I gasp. "They started t... to molest me,
I.. I think they wa.. wanted to... to..."
"Shush," Mistress says coming in and holding me. "I can't leave you for a
minute can I?"
"A.. apparently not..." I stammer clinging onto her tightly, with my free
arm.
"Let's go to your place and have breakfast then," She says. "Just some
quiet time for the two of us?"
I nod, letting her go, watching as she releases my wrist. "Yes Mistress.
Shall I give you directions?"
She gives a wicked little grin. "No need my little sissy. I know the
way..."
I gasp, I've been so careful not to share that information with anyone at
the company, and suddenly...
She gives me another look. "Seriously Angel? You can be so dense
sometimes. You had to give your address when you agreed to work for the
company. As a senior manager, of course I know where you live."
I nod feeling a little embarrassed, but nervous about her going to my
refuge, the one place I've always been a normal girl, err.. apart from
the bedroom...
"I'm sorry Mistress," I say blushing.
"And so you should be," she says in an amused tone. "Now put on your
helmet and hold on tight. It's going to be a fast ride."
Unable to see, it's easy to loose track of where you are, or how long
you've been traveling. I can feel the bumps as she leaves the carpark,
and the stop start traffic of the city. But when we hit the freeway, all
I can feel is the rush of air and the constant sound of the bikes engine.
My skirt keeps blowing up, exposing the bare skin above my stocking tops
and no doubt giving some motorists something to stare at.
The scariest bits are when the bike banks to turn and I feel myself
tipping... with no reference point or warning this is terrifying and I
hold onto Mistress so tightly. I'm sure I scream a few times, and I swear
I can feel her body vibrating as she chuckles at my reactions. After what
seems like forever we start to slow down, until we finally stop.
Mistress unpeels my hands from her waist and I feel her swing her leg
over and her weight leave the bike.
"You may remove your helmet Angela," she says and I sense we are not
alone.
I fumble with the strap, my hands trembling, until with a sigh she
reaches over and unfastens it for me. I pull the helmet off, embarassed
that I needed her help for that, and look over to see my neighbour, Mrs
Jenkins looking at us over the fence.
Recognising me she gives a smile, and I smile back and give a little
wave.. then ponder my situation. She's a nice old lady and I don't really
want to flash my stocking tops or my panties at her, which makes getting
off the bike a little tricky. I squirm around a bit looking
uncomfortable, before Mistress comes to my rescue again, and putting her
body between me and my neighbour, she helps me off the bike.
"Thanks Miss," I say and she smiles, before releasing my hand and
stepping away.
"Hello Mrs Jenkins, how are you?" I ask with a smile, walking over to
her.
"I'm doing well dear, how are you?" she replies. "It's a shame I don't
see you so much anymore."
I blush and shrug. "Just so busy with the new job, I've been staying at a
place in the city during the week,"
"So is it going well?" she asks, with a pointed glance at Mistress
Thorne.
"Work's going great," I say with a nervous smile, unsure of what to say,
getting flustered and stumbling over my own words.
"I'm sorry," Mistress says walking up and offering Mrs Jenkins her gloved
hands. "I don't know where Angela's manners have gone, though I'm not
sure she enjoyed her bike ride. My name is Rose and you are?"
"Mary, Mrs Mary Jenkins, how nice to meet you Rose," she says a little
confused and a little curious taking Thorne's hand.
"So nice to meet you Mrs Jenkins," she says with a smile, then glances at
me. "Angela, why don't you start making breakfast?"
"Yes.. err... Rose," I say stammering, is she really called Rose? Rose
Thorne? Really? "Goodbye Mrs Jenkins, I'll see you soon."
As I scamper off to the house, I hear Mistress asking after Mr Jenkins...
that could be a long conversation... It's a relief to get inside with
the groceries Mistress bought in town, and start making breakfast.
When she comes in, two coffee's are ready together with croissants and
butter, very continental...
"What a charming lady," Mistress says with a raised eyebrow.
"Really?" I say offering her her drink.
"Very talkative," she replies taking the drink. "Nice place my little
sissy whore..."
I groan, blushing at her words. "T.. thank you Mistress."
"Let's sit on the balcony for breakfast then you can give me the tour."
"Of course Mistress," I reply with a little curtsy, before unlocking the
back doors and leading her out to the beach front decking.
"A very nice place," she says lowering herself into the wooden chair. "A
very expensive place one would think?"
"Y.. yes Mistress," I stammer, suddenly feeling like I've been caught.
"Very expensive for a mindless transexual slut who has to work in the
most demeaning conditions just to pay off her surgeries...."
I tremble, spilling a little coffee onto the exposed wood of the decking,
not meeting her gaze. "Y.. yes Mistress."
"So... did you have a well paying job in the few years before you just
had to come work for us to pay off what we did to you? And for you?"
"Q.. quite well paid..." I manage staring at the ground.
"And skilled? I bet you were a skilled worker, good at you job?" I can't
even speak, let alone look at her, letting her sarcastic tone wash over
me, I nod. "So good job, lovely house, money, gorgeous body, bright and
sweet natured, friends, and you intentionally threw it all away to become
a slutty little sissy who spends most of her life chained at her desk
with a vibrating sex toy up their ass?"
I nod again, embarrassed, quivering, excited. She must know the way
treating me like this makes me feel?
"Kneel bitch!" she orders and I'm sinking to my knee's before my brain
kicks in.
I can feel the hard wood under my stockinged knees as I keep my gaze
lowered. I'm trembling... I can't judge her mood... I'm so nervous and
humilited, and humiliatingly horny...
"Look at me," she says, and I raise my gaze so I'm looking at her through
my fringe. "Tell me why someone doing so well would join our company as a
cheap slut?"
"B.. because this is what I've always w.. wanted..." I flush embarrassed,
hoping no one can see me. "All the other stuff... the job... everything.
I.. I felt so unfulfilled... Now, it just feels so right."
"Please go on," she says... her tone a little more comforting now.
"Oh g.. gods. I made sure I bought the house I wanted, and.. had enough
money to by myself free from the contract if I needed to.. and signed up
to..." I swallow. "To work for the company."
"And does that fulfill you?"
I blush and squirm. "Mostly, m.. most of the work is pretty boring when I
get to do it.. the rest... w.. well it's pretty scary and horrible
sometimes, but the rest..."
She smiles at me, as my words peter out into silence. "Oh but I don't
think a sexy little slut like you would enjoy your submission without
some scary and horrible bits, would she? They all add to the excitement
and the arousal don't they?"
"Y.. yes Mistress," I whimper, forcing myself to meet her gaze.
"Tell me," she says softly. "I want to hear it from you lips..."
Oh gods! "I.. I need.. scary, unpleasant bits Mistress. They increase
your little sissy's arousal... and f.. fulfil her..."
"I know my sweet girl, I know," She says putting her drink down and
patting her lap. "Come, sit here," she chuckles. "Straddle me."
I get up, still blushing at take the step over to her, then sit in her
lap, my stocking clad legs on either side of her hips. I'm a little
uncomfortable with the position, it means I'm looking down at her which
doesn't feel right, also my skirt has ridden up exposing my stocking
tops.
Mistress starts to rub her hands quite gently on the outside of my legs,
which makes me almost purr in pleasure. I rest my hands on her shoulders,
then slide them so I'm caressing the back of her neck and her shoulders.
She slides one of her hands off my thighs and under my skirt, caressing
the little cage covering my penis, reminding me of my frustration and
increasing my arousal. My heartfelt groan makes her giggle.
"My word you are a naughty little sissy aren't you?" she whispers looking
up into my eyes. "Such a naughty little tease... such a pretty little
slut. Do you want me to release this little toy?"
I nod, my hands resting on her shoulders, biting my lip.
"Not yet," she smiles. "We'll keep your toy in the toy cupboard for now.
Hmm... I could really do with another cup of coffee right now."
I nod and reluctantly slide of her lap before walking to the kitchen,
making sure I sway my hips to keep her attention. Oh gods I'm so horny
right now... my only consolation is the certainty that she's feeling the
same way.
Bringing out the fresh coffee I sit with her and we chat, about normal
things, how nice my house is... would we live together there... things
that emphasise the possible permanence of this relationship. Finally as
we finish she asks an important question.
"So, my sweet little sex toy, what is missing from your life now?"
Mistress looks at me intently. "For your new life role, what have you
given up that's important to you?"
"Well I don't get to spend much time with my err... vanilla friends, and
I worry that I won't be able to play sport soon, w.. what with my legs
getting used to the heels. But... other than that, there is one thing...
come, let me show you."
I offer her my hand and feel a little glow as she takes it and I lead her
to my studio. "T.. this is my special room" I gesture to show her the
half completed landscape on the easel, and the other pictures on and
leaning against the walls. "I miss getting to do this..."
She looks around at the pictures, nodding "You're not bad are you?"
I blush and shrug. "I enjoy it.. it makes me feel calm."
"So... do you only do landscapes?" she asks and I shake my head, leading
her to a box with a few still lifes and portraits on it.
"I.. err.. I'm not as good at these, so I don't do them so much. When I
get them wrong it frustrates me," I blush. "Err... also there's these."
I carefully move aside some canvasses to show a chest with a combination
lock. As I carefully entere the combination she looks on avidly, then
gasps as I open the lid.
"Fetish pictures? Starring oh yes... my favourite sissy bitch..." she
says, as I move out of the way to let her look. "My my... these are
hot... wow.. you really fantasize about some of this stuff?"
I nod, and she grins.
"What a dirty, dirty little slut you are.. ooh now this one..."She holds
up a painting of me dressed as a pony girl, with a tall dark haired domme
holding my reins. "Repaint this... with the correct mistress... I want
this on my office wall."
"But..." I whimper, looking at my depiction of me, with my cock in a
cage, my breasts exposed, a bridle on my head. "Everyone will know it's
me...."
"That is rather the point, my favourite little whore," she purrs. "And if
you paint it, we'll do it... and I think you'd rather like that yes?"
"Y.. yes Mistress," I reply nodding, my cock struggling in its cage,
looking at the whip marks on the pony me, the expression on her face...
"We must find time to allow you to do this my dear," she says closing the
chest, and turnng to me with a smile. "This is the difference between me
and the other managers you know? They don't care about what or who you
are, they want to shape you to their desires and their desires alone.
Me... I see something precious in you, slut Angel."
"Thank you Mistress," I reply flushing with embarrassment and pride.
She moves in to embrace me, kissing me hard, making me melt in her arms,
moaning at my poor protesting cock, my knees buckling.
"Right my darling, lets go for a walk on the beach." She grins. "Come on
or next time it will be on a leash."
"Y... yes Mistress," I stammer, blushing deeper hurrying after her.
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