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I looked around in alarm. How would I ever get out of here without
them?? And then, to my vast (and very misplaced) relief, I saw Liz and
her husband Bill come in!
In a tizzy, I scampered up to them. "Liz!" I squeaked. "Thank gawd
you're here! Get me out of this! Take me home!"
"What a cute waitress you turned out to be, Sweetie!" she sneered. "I
never would have dreamed! Isn't she cute, Bill!"
"Sexy as all get out!" He grinned, eying me lustfully. Bill was a big
man, over six feet, slightly paunchy but still obviously muscular, with
curly ginger hair. "Fetch us some drinks: Highball for me, Champagne
cocktail for Liz here."
Miserably, I curtseyed obediently and minced off. But as soon as I
returned, I started pleading again, "Please!" I begged. "Take me home!
I'll pay you! I will!"
"Oh really?" Her smile was eloquent with disdain and amusement. "And
just what will you pay us with, Sweetie? You sure don't seem to be
carrying much on you!"
"Lookie there!" Bill pulled my hand away from the breast I was
desperately trying to cover. "She's not even dressed!"
I squirmed, trying to regain a shred of modesty. "Pleeese! You've got to
get me home!"
"But we're not going home, Sweetie!"Liz sipped her drink casually.
"I mean MY home!" I insisted. "Take me back there! I've got to be a man
again!" They both laughed at this. "What's so funny!?" I sputtered.
"I don't know which is funnier," Bill got his mirth under control. "The
notion of a sexy thing like you, trying to look like a man again, or the
look we'd see on your face if we took you to what used to be your home!"
"Used to--? " I felt my tummy quiver.
"Didn't you read those papers you signed at all?" Liz's eyes sparkled
with tears of laughter. "The gift of your car and all your furniture and
clothing to charity? The sales contract on your home? Did you know Bill
here is a realtor?"
"That's right," he grinned, "if we went there now, you'd find an empty
house with a new security lock and the alarm code re-set. And I expect
the sale to go through any day now!"
I felt dizzy. No car. No home. And no clothes! I still owned a valuable
company and there were fat bank accounts in my name... but I had no way to
get to them!
"But-but what can I do? Where can I go... like this?"
"Did you forget it's my turn to have you for a few days?" Liz smiled.
"June and 'Ski did some sexy things with you, but life with Bill and me
will be a bit different."
"For one thing, we're straight, Sweetie!" Bill said... but his eyes still
feasted on my femmish curves.
"For another, we're going on a little vacation, and we'd like to take
you with us," Liz went on. "But you get the same deal with us that you
had before: We won't force you to come along; if you want to stay here
and try your luck with this crowd, go ahead!"
She smiled. We both knew the choice I had was no choice at all.
"A-Al right," I muttered, eyes lowered, "I'll come with you!"
"Awww," she sneered, "not unless you really want to, Sweetie!"
"I-I want to come with you." I forced the words out.
"Then beg us, Sweetie!" she snapped. "Beg us to include you in our
vacation package, and make it good, or I swear I'll leave you to the
tender mercies of this crowd you've been teasing all night!"
"PLEASE!" I squeaked, desperate now. "Please take me with you!" I got
down on my knees in front of the gloating couple, gazing imploringly up
at their crotches. "I-I'd be ever so happy to come with you and-and do
whatever you say, only don't leave me here like this! Pleeeese!"
"Really?" she smiled, "Oh you just wait....."
*
It was a resort devoted to pleasure... pleasure of every kind! Our cabana
was lovely and luxurious, with a HUGE comfortable bed, and all the
amenities. The resort included pools, hot tubs, and even a private
beach, plus excellent dining and an eager staff.
The guests were eager, too: eager to enjoy their own bodies and each
other's in every way imaginable. This place was apparently well-known as
a Pleasure Resort, which was equated with sex--and it seemed everyone was
having fun.....
But I was miserable!
For one thing, this was a clothing-optional resort. And Liz and Bill
seemed to think that in my case, clothes were VERY optional! The first
morning there, after the three of us showered together (Ohhh! the feel
of those nude bodies next to mine thrilled and embarrassed me at the
same time--especially as Bill's stiff rod kept brushing against my smooth
thighs and bottom!) Bill dressed in comfortable jeans and T-shirt, Liz
put on a clingy sun dress and sandals... then handed me a pair of high
heels and two garlands!
"But-but Miss Liz,..." I ventured as I stepped into the heels, nervously
trying to cover my nudity with my hands, "how am I supposed to wear
these?"
"Simple, Sweetie!" Liz put one of the flower-and-leaf garlands around my
neck, like a Hawaiian lei, then tied the other one loosely around my
waist. "There! Don't you look so sweeeet!"
I saw myself in the mirror: a curvy blonde, decked out in nothing but
high heels, green leaves and brightly-colored flowers! If I stood very
still and arranged the garlands just right, they covered my areas of
maidenly modesty. But they showed off my bare butt shamefully, and when
I moved at all, the swishing of my hips, bouncing of my bottom and
swaying of my boobs made me look like some over-sexed wood-nymph!
My pretty eyes widened at the sight and my red lips parted in a gasp.
"Oh no, M-Miss Liz," I squeaked, "I c-can't go out anywhere like this!"
"You can and you will, Sweetie," she insisted, "we can't wait to show
you off to everyone else here!"
"NO!" I stamped my pretty foot. "I can't go out like this! I WON'T"
The next thing I knew, Bill's strong, manly arm was grabbing my butt and
flinging me across his lap. I felt myself hanging awkwardly over his
thighs, felt my upraised bottom and pendulating hooters as I stared at
the floor in front of my face, the feel of Bill's masculine jeans
against my thighs and crotch (OH! how I longed to wear something like
that again!) and then....
Whap!
WHAPP!
WHAPPP!!!!
I was being spanked!
I bucked, I squealed, I kicked my shapely legs, and it did me no good at
all!
"Well Sweetie," Bill said pleasantly as his hard palm landed again and
again on my soft bummie, "Liz and I think you WILL go out like that!
(Whack-whack-whack!!) And you'll be very very obliging to all our
friends out there. (Smack-smack-smack!) And show everyone how much you
love being a little slut. (SWAPP!) Now what do you say?"
What I said was "OWWW! Yes! YES! I'll do what you want! Wear what you
want! I'll do ANYTHING only please, PLEASE STOP!!"
"THAT's a good girl!" Bill gently rubbed my sore bottom, then
unceremoniously dumped me off his lap and I landed on the hard floor,
still blushing and trying to cover myself. I was heartily ashamed of
breaking down so quickly--me, a tough, smart wheeler-dealer!--and I
wondered if this change in my appearance had changed my mind as well!
"Now." Bill looked at me sharply. "Stay on your knees there and sit up,
Girl."
I obeyed quickly. "Now put your arms behind your back and grab your
elbows." He went on, "Hold your chin up--and SMILE!"
I did as he ordered and saw in the full-length mirror how this pose made
me thrust my breasts and arch my back.
"That's 'The Position' Sweetie," he said firmly. See that you remember
it."
I wondered at his words, but there was little time for thinking about
anything as they led me firmly out of our cabana and onto the resort
grounds!
I just can't tell you how dizzyingly, dreadfully, embarrassed I felt,
gadding about like this! The garlands, ostensibly to cover my areas of
maidenly modesty, only called more attention to me as my hips swayed and
my boobs jiggled with every high-heeled step. Breakfast in the Caf? was
a matter of Liz and Bill at a comfortable table being served eggs bacon
and toast while I crouched at their feet, eating the scraps they tossed
me and kissing their sandaled toes in gratitude. Naturally this drew
attention, but no one showed shock, disapproval or even surprise.
In fact, as I licked up a bit of coffee from a saucer Liz considerately
placed on the floor for me, another couple approached from behind.
"Nice ass!" a man's voice said.
"But so red!" His female companion giggled. "Has she been spanked
recently?"
I looked up to see an attractive couple, a slightly younger version of
Liz and Bill. "You guessed it!" Bill grinned. "And she loves it, the
little pain-slut. Don't you, Sweetie?" He shot me a meaningful look.
"Oh yes sir!" I beamed obediently, "I'm terribly naughty and these nice
folks very kindly correct and punish me for it!"
"Sounds like she'd be happier on the other side of the island!" The
lovely young woman's words puzzled me, but Bill said easily,
"She's having too much fun here. Aren't you Sweetie?"
"Oh yes sir!" I put a happy stupid smile on my pretty face.
"What's her thing then?" the young man asked.
"She's just totally into oral," Liz shot me a mocking glance as she
spoke, "Just can't keep those wager lips off anything: pussy, ass,
cock.... She's like an all-day sucker!"
"Watch this," Bill looked down at me. "Assume the Position!"
Instantly I sat up on my knees grabbed my elbows behind my back and
tilted my chin up. Everyone laughed as I burned with shame--and fear!
What were they setting me up for?
I soon learned.
We were relaxing on the private beach (That is, Liz and Bill were
relaxing while I fetched refreshments and rubbed them down with
sunscreen lotion!) when two men approached us. They were of medium
height and dark-haired, with good builds and smooth, olive-toned skin.
"Is this the Oral Sweetie we've been hearing about?" one asked. The
other leaned over and tugged playfully at the garland around my neck.
"Sure is," Liz giggled and gestured to some empty beach chairs, "Get
comfortable," she turned to me. "Assume the position, Sweetie!"
I sat up on my knees, clutched my elbows behind my back, tilted my chin
up... and found myself staring straight into a man's crotch!
"Say hello to Mister Cock, Sweetie," Bill prompted. "Tell Mister Cock
how good he looks, how much you love him, and give him a kiss!"
"Hello Mister Cock Sir," I trilled obediently. "Oooo! You look so big
and manly!" I leaned forward and kissed the growing object of my
attention. "I just love you, Mister Cock sir!" And where I had been
looking at a crotch, I was now staring close-up at a male monster.
But not for long. I felt his strong hands grip my stylish feminine
locks, pulling me close. Felt the massive tool invade my lips, and began
helplessly tonguing and sucking....
It was only a few minutes on any timepiece, but for me it was a
lifetime. A transition into a whole new state of being.
I had once been Ed Johnson, successful businessman,
then a man in a dress,
then a feminized house maid.....
But now I was Sweetie, the oral slut!
I don't know how many days this lasted. I don't know how many people I
served... men... women... how many asses I kiss and tongued, how many pussies
I lapped to hot, thrashing climax.... Or how many hard male cocks exploded
in my mouth. I only know I was kept VERY busy for days on end!
But one day, as Miss Liz and Master Bill (as I was ordered to call them)
were being served drinks and snacks on the beach by the attentive staff,
I asked,
"M-Miss Liz? Isn't this place rather expensive?"
"No, Sweetie," She smiled down at me over her sunglasses, "It's VERY
expensive! But we can afford it; didn't you know we're rich now?"
"R-rich?" I said stupidly.
"That's right," she giggled. "You really haven't had much chance to keep
up with things, have you? Anyway, we sold the company!"
"Sold the-the... MY company!?!" My arched eyebrows shot up in shock.
"Yes," she said calmly. "And don't worry, you got a great deal of money
out of it yourself."
"But-but it was MY company! I--"
"You negotiated a deal with HotSSnot, remember?" she spoke as if to a
child. "And part of that agreement was a buy-out clause. Well, just as
we figured, HotSSnot was acquired by one of those mega-companies, and as
part of the buy-out, they acquired our little company too--and we netted
almost a cool Billion out of the deal!"
"WE -uh- a-a Billion?" My pretty head was spinning at all this.
"You got most of it, of course," she went on. "You are now a very very
wealthy man!" She looked at me, crouching there with my ultra-femmish
body displayed in northing but heels, leaves and flowers, and giggled
again. "But we ladies all got very nice settlements, too. Enough to
afford to live here full-time, if we wanted."
She sighed, "But I'm afraid Bill and I may get bored with this in
another week or so. Now quit worrying your pretty little head over
things and suck my toes for awhile!"
I bent to the task obediently, but my mind was in turmoil. Things were
changing faster, spinning further out of control..... I had to get out of
this! Get back to my own identity and my male appearance!
But how?
A day later, I thought my chance had come. Liz and Bill were relaxing on
the beach and they sent me back to the cabana for something. I knew the
clothes closets were locked, and they had the pass cards used for cash
here, but there might be something. And when I got there, a team of
maids were working on the room!
"Listen," I addressed the one who seemed to be the team leader, "you've
got to help me. I MUST get out of here!"
She gave me a blank look.
"I mean it!" I insisted, "I can pay you well if you give me some clothes
and get me to my lawyer! I'm really a very wealthy man!"
Then she broke out laughing! The other girls looked puzzled; she said
something to them in a foreign language, and they all started gigging at
me!
"I AM!" I stamped a high-heeled foot and tried to ignore my jiggling
boobs. "I'm a MAN, dammit, and you must get me out of here!!"
More laughter. Enraged, frustrated, embarrassed and still achingly
aroused, I made a serious mistake: l reached out and slapper her--or
rather, I slapped AT her! She stepped back, easily avoiding my
outstretched palm, grabbed my flailing wrist and spun me about, forcing
me to my knees as her friends laughed and cheered.
Suddenly I was on my back, flat on the floor, and the next thing I knew
was the cleaning lady's full, sweaty butt pressed down on my face--hard!
I squirmed, I struggled, I gasped for air....
And then I began obediently kissing and licking!
Time has no meaning in a thing like that, so I don't know how long it
was until she shivered with pleasure and got off me--only to be replaced
by a co-worker! Burning with shame, I began servicing yet another ass
when,
"Having fun, are we?"
It was Liz's voice, and as soon as she spoke, the maid got up off my
face. Everyone stood around looking a little embarrassed until Liz broke
the silence, speaking fluidly in a language I didn't understand. She was
answered hesitantly, replied quickly, and the girls broke up laughing as
I lay there on the floor, totally exposed, my leaf-and-flower garlands
askew.
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted out of here, Sweetie?" Liz sneered
down at me, "Were you thinking you wouldn't get very far in that
outfit?" I cringed in fresh shame under her contemptuous gaze, all too
aware of my scanty/sexy outfit--and the smears of female fluid on my
face!
"As a matter of fact," she went on, "I've been thinking that all this is
a bit inappropriate for a fabulously wealthy man" --she giggled-- "like
you! And Carla's been wanting to see you anyway. So why don't you get
yourself prettied up and I'll show you where to find her--just wait!"
*
I was walking through the deep woods on the north side of the resort,
making my way to the other side of the island where, Liz had told me,
Carla would be waiting with clothes for me. But in my present near-
unclad state it was awful! Springy limbs and sharp branches kept
slapping at my sides and scratching at my boobs and butt.
At times the woods got so thick I had to get down on my hands and knees
and crawl. I lost my shoes. Thorny sprigs snatched away my garlands till
I was crawling around nude, boobs swinging down as my big round butt
swayed behind me, totally disoriented, naked and feminized in the woods!
And that's how Carla found me.
"Ha-haw hee-hee-heeee!" I heard her delighted laughter as I emerged into
a clearing at last. "Well if it isn't my old boss, crawling around
naked, just a shameless cow-slut!"
I curled up into a blushing pink ball, too embarrassed to speak.
"When I think of how you used to order me around, "she gloated, "Even
telling me how to dress! And now look at you--just look at you! You sure
aren't giving any orders now, are you, Sweetie?"
"Please," I managed, chocking back sobs as I wept girlish tears, "please
give me something-something to wear!"
"The only thing you're fit for now is ladies' apparel," she said
decisively. "Panties, bras, slips... and dresses!"
"Yes!" I blubbered. "Please ma'am, I-I'd love to wear a dress! Please
let me wear a dress for you!"
She considered for a moment.
"No," she said at last, "I don't think you're quite ready for a dress
yet. But here on this side of the island, at this resort, we can fit you
with something much more appropriate.... Just wait!"
*
A few days later.
"Step faster, Sweetie!" Carla snapped the whip commandingly. "It's a
long way back to the lodge, and I don't want to miss Dinner!"
I tugged at the bonds that secured me to the light pony-cart, and moved
faster, feeling the leather straps that were my only clothing tighten on
my smooth, femmish curves.
The harness-straps were drawn securely around my shoulders, pinning my
arms behind me. A strap in front ran down my collar bone, between my
breasts to horizontal straps underneath that lifted and separated them.
Below this, a series of straps nipped in my waist, held my back arched,
and a final strap ran down between my legs, up between my ass cheeks and
tied off to my collar. A head-harness held a leather bit between my
teeth, and, almost as an afterthought, secured binders beside my eyes so
that I could only look where Mistress Carla directed me. I walked on,
pulling the light cart where Carla sat regally behind me, feeling the
lush grass between my bare toes as we crossed the meadow....
"Stay on tiptoe!" The whip snapped against my big, round, totally
unprotected rump! "How many times must I correct you?"
By the time we reached the lodge, my calves were on fire, pain shooting
up and down my shapely legs.
Carla directed me to the stable, where brawny young men hurried to
unharness me and wash me down--it seems my reputation as a skillful
cocksucker had reached this side of the island quickly! Still, I sighed
with relief as the painful ponygirl bondage came off, and I moaned with
frustration as their hands oozed soothing soap, lotion, and warm water
all over my body, fondling my breasts and bottom, teasing my nipples
till the pain in my cramped loins became positively maddening!
Later, when they had been rewarded for their attentions and I was
secured in my stall, I had a surprise visitor:
"My! Don't you look changed!"
It was Ed Johnson--I mean the other Ed Johnson, the one who had taken my
place that fateful day in my office, and the man (I blushed to remember)
whose apartment I had awakened in, nude and feminized!
Now his eyes ran over my amply-displayed curves as I crouched
submissively in the tiny stall.
"I noticed your outfit as you were parading around out there today," he
smiled, "You know, most ponygirls wear corsets, boots and hoods!"
"M-Mistress Carla prefers to keep me n-naked, Sir." As usual, I tried
covering myself with my arms, and as usual they were completely unequal
to the task of hiding my ample curves.
"You seem a bit changed since I saw you last." His smile was still
gently mocking. "Have the ladies worked some improvements?"
"M-Miss Carla gave me shots," I admitted. "T-To swell out my breasts
and-and my bottom. And she had my face done with perm-uh-permanent
makeup, Sir."
"Well the effect is simply charming," His tone was different now as he
went on with disarming sincerity, "You make an incredibly sexy naked
ponygirl! Tell me though: do you like your role here?"
Something in his face told me to speak freely. "Oh Sir," I gushed out,
"I hate this! I HATE it! I want to wear clothes again, Sir. Anything! I
just hate being all naked and feminine lie this!"
"Well," he said gently, "That's sort of why I'm here, Sweetie. You see,
I really liked having you around my place, and I'd like to have you back
there."
"You would?!?" Visions of being back in the real world danced in my
head. "Oh Sir, I'd love to live with you! I'd do anything for you,
really sir, if you'd let me!"
"There'd be some arrangements we'll have to make," he cautioned, "Papers
to sign, that sort of thing.... But it will be fine, you'll see; just
wait!"
*
The marriage was a bizarre affair, held in a rented hall in the city
with a staff that would have fit in at the resorts I had just left!
It seems that June's man-hating partner 'Ski was licensed to perform
marriages in this state and she had friends at the court house who
helped us with the marriage license, the name change (I was now legally
"Sweetie!") and the transfer of all my assets....
Liz, June and Carla stood in as bridesmaids for the ceremony, but as
Carla pointed out, "That term seems SO inappropriate, considering our
respective positions; think of us as "Bridemistresses' Sweetie!"
"Yes Ma'am." I curtseyed obediently.
The girls had me decked out in white heels, white lace stockings held up
with ruffled garters, a micro-miniskirt of white gauze, trimmed in
matching lace that barely covered the top of my ass, and shoulder-length
white lace gloves so tight as to hamper my movements and render my
fingers nearly useless. A garland of white baby's-breath adorned my
stylish blonde locks, and beneath this a short bridal veil blurred my
vision, making me totally dependent on my Bridesmistresses to lead me
about.
And just beneath this veil what they laughingly called my "Bridal
Bridle": a bit fixed between my teeth, held in by links to my brand new
heavy earrings, keeping my mouth in a permanent half-open smile!
I had no covering for my shoulders, torso, breasts, puss, or most of my
bottom, but they tied a big flowing bouquet of bright-colored flowers
and leafy greens--painfully reminiscent of those shameful garlands I wore
at the Resort!--and I held this in front of me, half-crouching behind it
as I practically scampered to the altar!
I felt the guests' eyes on my exposed tush, heard their laughter as 'Ski
asked me if I promised to Love, Submit and Obey with all my heart. I
nodded eagerly. Standing next to me, so manly in his tailored tux, Ed
Johnson swore to Love, Rule and Subjugate me with all his power.
Someone said, "The Ring, please," and my bridle was replaced with a firm
plastic ring that locked between my teeth, holding my lips open in a
cock-sized "O!"
A light gold collar went around my neck, with a thin-but-strong chain-
leash, looped around my husband's wrist.
And as I was led down the aisle, past rows and rows of laughing
spectators, Carla said mockingly, "Well Sweetie, for years you enjoyed
lording it over us as Mister Ed Johnson; now we'll see how you like
being MRS. Ed Johnson!"
"Just wait!"
thEnd!
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