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She had hated the man he called master when he had rung her like that,
she hated the intrusion to her privacy as much as anything and she hated
her husband for being the sissy he obviously was and the fact that he
was talking to a man in this way. She could only believe that he was gay
because he was talking to men and had actually told her he had a master.
After much begging from him she decided to give him another chance but
things would be different, she would watch him closely and every time
she saw him go that way she would make him suffer.
The only thing that she hadn't counted on was his damn master who had
her email addresses, both at home and in work, she could have killed her
husband for giving him those.
At first she had been aggressive and nasty to his master, but as time
went on, the things he was saying to her began to excite her, she would
end up reading his emails over and over.
Finally he persuaded her to chat to him on line, she had agreed, albeit
reluctantly and that had been the start of it all. He was so sexy with
his chat, that she found herself getting more and more aroused by him
and eventually she found that she began to need to chat to him every
time she had a chance.
He began to make her take her panties off before she chatted to him and
play with herself as she typed. She had never been so hot, it was like a
drug that she needed more and more. He persuaded her to wear the panties
that he had originally sent on that damnable valentine day, she had
somehow kept them, she couldn't explain why. He persuaded her to wear
them, even to model them in front of her husband, it made her wet that
morning and if she hadn't had to go to work she knew she would have
chatted to him and played with herself.
That had waited until she had come home and it was whilst he had her
rubbing herself through them that he had told her he had rubbed himself
in the gusset before posting them to her, it sent her over the top
climaxing in a quivering gasp which unknown to her, told him that she
was going to become his slave.
In the meantime she could see her husband becoming more and more
effeminate, he had got his entire body waxed and oddly there appeared to
be no re-growth, his skin getting smoother and smoother. She guessed he
was on hormones and hated him for obviously wanting to become a woman.
The ankle bracelet was a last straw and the master who she was talking
to by now, told her how her husband had begged to have one as he wanted
to become more of a sissy. He suggested she punish him by making the
nursery into a little girl's room and banish him to sleep there from
then on, he told her she really needed a real man.
She chatted with him at every opportunity now, she was drugged by the
sexual buzz he gave her and she began to crave it more and more. The
present of a parcel of underwear was a surprise, a lovely sexy surprise,
they were very, very sexy and she could tell that they were very
expensive too. She loved them and told him so.
It was he that told her to wear them in front of her husband and she
felt hugely naughty and aroused when she did so.
When the master...her master..., that excited her saying that to
herself, told her he wanted to see her in his underwear she didn't want
to at first, but it didn't take him long to persuade her. She was
innocent as he told her of privately using the web cam on the laptop,
convincing her that only he would be able to see; whilst in reality he
shared her with his groups. And she did, showing herself to him for the
first time.
Over the weeks that followed he had her get a Brazilian waxing, he had
sent her the appointment card and had even arranged payment, it had
taken a lot of courage to go and the place in the neighbouring town had
an odd private look to it. Eventually she had gone there, feeling hugely
embarrassed when the tall lady had asked her to take her panties off for
her. She had been embarrassingly aroused when the lady had done it and
she could have died when she had gently wiped her explaining that the
wax wouldn't work where she was wet.
The stripping almost made her come but she had struggled to control
herself. The woman had given her an envelope when she finished, leaving
her to dress. She had opened it and read the note, his note, the tiny g
string entwined with it
"Wear it for me cunt," it had said.
She felt on fire inside at his words, slipping it on, it barely
concealing her lips, the strings thin between her buttocks, she had
never felt so aroused before.
Getting home had been an issue it was so difficult to concentrate and
when she finally got there luckily her husband wasn't there. She
couldn't wait to go on line to him, her master, almost knowing he would
want to see. She ended up playing with herself for him in front of the
camera. She didn't realise it but he really had her now, she could no
longer escape her destiny whether she liked it or not.
She hardly cared for her husband anymore, yes it annoyed her to see him
dressed like a sissy, like a slut and she could see daily that he was
becoming more and more woman like. The master helped her acceptance and
explained her husband's need to change his sex, it took a great deal of
understanding, but hell what did she care, now she was having fun too.
At first she was embarrassed to see her husband dressed in this way, but
eventually she realised that he was becoming more and more passable as a
woman and that it wouldn't cause her embarrassment to be seen with him.
When he was dressed and made up she almost didn't recognise him now she
even felt a little jealous at his appearance, the bitch she thought.
She and her master had planned for the Saturday, he had given her strict
orders even telling her what to wear. He told her what to buy for her
husband even telling her where to find it. The earrings had been her
idea and she hoped master would like it.
He told her she would be having sex that day, he told her a real man
would have her and though it scared her, it excited her immensely too
when he had said it.
He told her the man's name was Don and that he would approach her and
she would know it was him when he did and of course when the gorgeous
man had come up to them with the wine she had seen his name badge on his
suit
"Don."
She couldn't help herself and had chatted to him hardly able to hide her
excitement, she hadn't realised that she was gushing so much in front of
her husband.
The offer to sort out the knots in her back at home she saw as a sign
and she couldn't wait to go with him, her panties already wet at the
prospect, she put the lipstick on her husband's lips as master had
instructed and rushed away with her man.
When they had arrived at the house, he politely asked where her bedroom
was, she felt embarrassed and a little nervous now telling him. He had
put the thick rubber sheet over her bed and instructed her to undress to
her bra and panties and lie on her tummy whilst he prepared his oils and
like a nervous schoolgirl she did what he said. He came in to the room
when she was ready, she didn't look at him but just lay there on the
rubber sheet, he began to put oil on her back, rubbing her shoulders, it
felt wonderful. He told her how knotted her back was, the stress in her
shoulders, he told her to relax, then he told her he was undoing her
bra.
He undid it, slipped it off her shoulders and helped her slip her arms
out whilst she still lay there, then began to massage her back, he told
her how her spine was twisted and would need to be straightened out,
this wasn't a surprise to her as she had seen a physiotherapist and she
had said the same, she forgot that she had told her husband who in turn
had told his master at the time.
The massaging felt wonderful and she thought that perhaps this wasn't
the right man after all and he was really a therapist. The belt made
sense as he described it and when he slid it under her fixing it tightly
about her waist; he was nothing but totally professional. She loved the
way her massaged and pulled her arms down and was so relaxed when he
fastened her wrists to her sides that she was almost asleep.
It was then she heard the words, that shocked and woke her, her was
turning her over, had he really said slut? Suddenly she was on her back
her breasts bare her arms trapped to her sides, she saw that he was only
wearing boxer shorts and suddenly she felt very worried indeed. How
stupid she had been, what had she let herself in for?
She began to wriggle and kick her feet as much as she could with him
sitting over her. His hands began sliding over her breasts tweaking and
pulling her nipples. He slid forward astride her his face close to her
looking for the kiss. She turned her head away in avoidance but he
brought his lips to her neck, the love bite sending her wild and in
seconds she was turning to try and stop him. His lips quickly meshed
with hers, the deep french kisses slowly weakening her defence turning
her into jelly inside.
Breaking he brought his lips to her neck and breasts the love bites he
gave her making her beg him to stop as she trembled and moaned. Her legs
were apart now and she could feel him between them, against her still
pantied pussy.
In a sudden move he climbed off her and the bed, picking up loops that
he must have fixed previously he grasped her ankles and pulled them
apart fixing her spread and open. He stood then, looking at her before
pulling his boxer shorts off, his cock stiff and sabre like shining and
hot. He climbed between her legs kissing her again as she mewed and
squirmed his cock rubbing against her panties.
He slid his hand down between her legs and slipped them to one side,
revealing her bare hairless pussy. It felt weird to be wearing panties
yet still feel bare and vulnerable, his kisses and bites were harder
now, his cock head rubbing on and then between her throbbing wet lips
until she was eventually gasping, begging for it and beg he made her
until satisfied he slid his throbbing malemess into her.
He entered her gently, slowly, taking his time, allowing her fluids to
lubricate him as his throbbing hardness slid deeper and deeper into her
until finally she felt him fully inside her. She was quivering onto him
as he just held it there, bringing his mouth back to hers. She was
unable to move from him as he brought his sucking lips and his teeth
against her neck. What followed was his continual arousing of her,
slowly bringing her to a mind blowing climactic crescendo. Yet still he
was hard, his movements in her slow and deep. She came down from her
orgasm in a quivering whimpering exhaustion, but then his cock, still
buried deep inside her, stiff and throbbing as he slowly began it all
again.
It seemed to last forever and she lost count of the times he made her
climax before he finally came inside her. She could feel his hot semen
deep in her pussy making her feel hot and sexy inside before he pulled
out of her.
He got off the bed then, standing there a satisfied smirk on his face, a
job well done, she lay there panting, eyes half open looking up at him,
waiting, expecting him to untie her. He reached over and pulled the
gusset of her panties back over her dribbling sex, then with hardly a
second glance he looked at his watch and left the room, closing the door
behind him as he went. She lay there a minute, nervous about being left
tied like that, before closing her eyes a feeling of elation, of
naughtiness and the wonderful buzz you get just after sex, mixed with
the tiredness of post coital sleep.
In the distance she could hear him going down the stairs, the kitchen
door opening and closing, the tap going on, water being drawn. In her
tired satisfaction she thought of him going down for a drink of water to
cool himself after his sexual exertions with her.
Suddenly she woke from her sexy reverie, she heard the front door bell,
it brought her wide awake immediately, in a panic, who could that be?
She didn't want to get caught like this, by her husband or anyone else
come to that. She heard the kitchen door open, then the inner porch door
and finally the front door, she heard low voices, she strained to make
out who it was, what they were saying, what was Don telling them, but it
was all too muffled. The front door closed as did the porch door, but
the voices continued, they sounded closer, whoever it was, had come into
the hallway now. She strained harder to recognise the voice of the
visitor, strained to hear what was being said, but the voices where a
deep burble.
She was struggling now, pulling on her wrists trying to free them from
the cuffs at her waist wriggling and tugging too to free her ankles from
the loops still holding her legs apart, but struggle and pull as she
did, she couldn't get herself free.
The footsteps sounded on the stairs now, growing ever closer, her panic
rising and rising until it was at the point of frantic fear, who was it?
She felt massively humiliated at the prospect of being caught in this
predicament, her only answer perhaps was to scream for help or shout
rape at the top of her voice, but she knew the only ones to hear would
be the approaching persons coming along the landing.
The door opened slowly, Don was the first to walk in, still naked, just
as he had left her to go downstairs, which in itself was a shock, she
had forgotten that he had not put any clothes on when he had left her.
Then the door swung open fully, a dark shadow a few steps behind and
then he entered , a huge black man of indeterminate age, though she
guessed that he was at least in his late fifties. His face was pock
marked and ugly and he had the appearance of a rough outdoor type, she
wriggled to free herself trying to role to one side to cover herself up,
but to no avail. Her face was burning a bright red in the embarrassed
humiliation of being seen like this.
"Undo dem ankles an get dem knickers off the bitch Don, less see wot you
got for me." His voice was a deep rumble.
Don sprang forward to her in a surprisingly swift obedience.
"I left them on her to keep her lubed up for you Paul."
Don seemed keen to please the big man who nodded, he was looking at her
with gleaming eyes and an evil smile on his face. She was whimpering now
telling Don no, trying to kick herself free as he released her ankles,
wriggling and rolling onto her stomach to avoid him, her arms still
secured to her sides
"No, noo, let me go please, my husband will be back in a minute."
They both laughed, Paul grabbed her arms and held her there in a vice
like grip, she felt like a doll totally useless in his huge powerful
hands. Don grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down
over her kicking legs, stopping for a second to smack her bottom. It
hurt her and his hand print showed red where he had smacked her.
"Keep still you fucking little slut," he spat in his exertion, finally
pulling her wet sticky panties off her and throwing them onto the floor.
The big black man looked at her soft white quivering bum in evil delight
then turned her back over onto her back, letting her go whilst she
crossed her legs in a struggling attempt to hide herself from his gaze.
He moved out into the room, still looking at her and slowly undressed.
He was a big muscular man obviously working in some sort of manual job
his chest was so powerful his arms thick with muscle his hands rough and
calloused. He undid the zip on his less than clean trousers and pulled
them down, he didn't wear underwear and her eyes opened wide in complete
shocked disbelief at the size of his enormous cock which was slowly
growing stiffer, even as she looked.
He had a self satisfied smile on his face. "Yo gonna enjoy some real
black cock bitch."
He was laughing a great bear of a deep laugh, making her whimper and beg
for him not to, trying her best in a new concerted effort to roll and
wriggle her way off the bed. He was on her quickly, very quickly for
such a big man and he was suddenly astride her, his thick cock lying hot
on her bare belly, his big hand moving upwards over her breasts, his
thumbs and forefingers finding her nipples and gripping them. She was
gasping now, under his weight,
"Nooo, nooo, please let me go, please." Her legs were tight together,
her knees rigidly against each other, her ankles crossed.
"Open ya legs fo ya Black Master bitch."
She just went more rigid, locking her legs as tight as she could. He
spoke to Don who was at the side of the bed, watching, his own cock
stiff too as he looked on.
"There I told ya that she'd need some encouragement boy, git tha sex
juice for er."
Don seemed to leave and she could hear him rummaging in his case across
the room as she tried to wriggle again, but she just couldn't move an
inch under the massive black man. He leaned forward onto her bringing
his huge ugly face up to hers, she tried to turn her face away to avoid
his big lips and his evil eyes. He brought his lips to her ear and to
her surprise he began to whisper.
"Cos yor such a bad slut we gonna give ya some lovely medicine that'll
make ya into a real good white girl for me, tha only trouble is tha
medicine is what they say real addictive an it wont take many doses to
make ya need it more an more till you come beggin me for it, but its ya
own fault for misbehaving an not doin as ya was told, so now we got to
make you behave don't we?" he laughed a wheezy evil laugh.
She turned her face towards him in horror opening her mouth to shout for
freedom, but before she could utter a word those big black lips clamped
over hers, his thick tongue rudely prising them further apart as he
pushed it into her mouth kissing her in the deepest rudest of French
kisses the taste of nicotine and staleness on his breath swamping her
taking her breath away.
He sat up then leaving her gasping for breath hating the taste of him in
her mouth. A movement to her side caught her attention, Don was
approaching with a syringe in his hand, his cock sticking stiffly out in
his arousal, his eyes gleaming his face a mask of utter evil enjoyment.
"Let er taste ow nice ya luv juice is boy, lets see ow she'll perform
with it."
She tried to wriggle to get away to stop them, somehow, but the big
black man was far too strong, he rolled her onto one side, her face
towards Don, inches from his cock and he held her there for Don to push
the needle into her arm. Slowly, very slowly he pumped the liquid into
her until the syringe was empty then he pulled the needle out, she was
quivering, whimpering mumbling no no over and over again. She could see
that Don's cock was actually dripping now the drops of precum gathering
at the end of it.
The big black man let her lie back on her back and both men stood away
looking at her.
She wriggled a little looking up at them, she felt strange, she wriggled
more, she must try and roll off the bed, perhaps hide under it, but she
didn't seem to be moving. She tried wriggling more but all she was doing
was wriggling her bottom against the thick rubber sheet, she tried again
but all she seemed to be doing was wriggling her bum not realising that
her legs were apart as she did so. Her nipples were throbbing now, she
felt like she wanted to itch them, she felt a burning inside her, there
was a funny roaring in her ears. The black man and Don appeared to be
talking but the noises were all blurred. She found herself looking at
the big man's cock, it was huge she was telling herself. She couldn't
take her eyes off it, somehow it was becoming a fixation, nothing else
seemed to matter, her skin was feeling hot now, her pussy was throbbing
she wanted to touch it, rub it, her clit was pulsing like she had never
felt before her wriggles were becoming more erotic and unknown to her
she was actually moaning softly as she moved, the rubber sheet clinging
to her perspiring body.
Don was looking at the big black man, they could both see how aroused
she was becoming, she wasn't struggling anymore, her legs were apart,
her sex already soaked with Don's semen was noticeably wetter, she was
wriggling almost writhing on the rubber sheet her eyes fixed on the
black man, her tongue running over her lips wetting them making little
moaning noises as she did so.
The big black man moved back onto the bed, nudging her legs fully apart
as he did so, she didn't stop him and seemed to give a little mew of
nervousness. His cock appeared huge now, it was so long it would
normally have made her shriek with fear seeing it against her like this,
but right now all she could do was think of what it would feel like
inside her.
He was holding it in both of his hands rubbing the gleaming black head
up and down between her wet pussy lips, the sensations were like
electric, the drug enhancing every touch and feel. She was whimpering
now, whimpering and wriggling on it, a part of her terrified and a part
of her desperately wanting it.
Slowly he entered her, his thickness opening her, her lips tight
gripping around his shaft she felt stretched and full yet only his head
was inside her, two hands of his shaft were still between them. He was
clever though, he knew how to take his time and possess. It took him
forever to enter her fully, stopping every centimetre as she quivered or
came and cum she did, over and over, a pool of wetness growing beneath
her bottom.
She felt him deep inside her against her cervix, the last guardian of
her womb, but it was no protection against him, it hurt as he moved
against it pushing a miniscule harder each time but when it eventually
opened admitting him to her deepest inner sanctum she came like she had
never cum before.
It was then that he gestured for Don to release her arms and he did so
his continually stiff cock bobbing and touching her skin as he reached
to the belt. When the black man was eventually fully inside her he knew
she was his, he lifted her onto him, her legs each side of him and
kissed her deeply she wrapping her arms around him clinging tightly
moaning into his mouth and his rough kisses.
Don was behind her now, kissing her neck, his cock hot and touching her
cheek, her back her bottom. Both sets of lips were kissing biting
sucking her skin at her neck, breast and even her sides. She was moaning
uncontrollably coming again on the black man's huge cock still buried
deep within her, her arms wrapped around him holding tight as she came.
Somehow he seemed to lean backwards pulling her with him onto him,
holding her tightly against his chest keeping his massive erection still
deep inside her. She hardly realised that Don was still behind her, he
had followed them down as the black man had pulled her on top of him.
Suddenly she felt him, his hot wetness dribbling on her, slipping down
between her cheeks. Somewhere in her confused sexual charged buzzing
brain an understanding formed, she tried to wriggle, whimpering through
her bruised lips her mouth struggling to form the words but the black
man's hug held her there and she heard his voice a deep rumble like an
earthquake
"Come on boy, I wanna feel ya against me, through her cunt."
She was weak highly charged in arousal yet somehow she understood and it
scared her, she could feel Don's hardness finding her bottom, she could
feel his fingers trembling as he grasped her hips then, before he could
enter her there she heard his groans and the wet stickyness over her bum
told the tale as he came over her pale bottom.
The black man laughed loudly and then began to fuck her in long deep
strokes making her cum again, before him. She was an exhausted sticky
mess by the time he came, his cock spurting huge jets hot and thick
filling her womb with his seed.
She wasn't aware of them leaving, she wasn't aware of anything, she just
slept in the puddle of her own and their juices her body stained in
semen, marked with their love bites, she slept.
When she woke she didn't know the time it seemed to be evening, she had
a muzzy head her body stiff and sticky, climbing out of bed was a
struggle she ached all over, but she eventually got to the shower where
she stood under the hot jet for ages, her eyes shut, at first washing
off the traces of them but then with her fingers touching her clit,
crazily she still felt sexy, she couldn't believe it.
Drying she went back to her bedroom wiping the sheet with her towel
before folding it and hiding it beneath the bed. She suddenly felt madly
thirsty so she put on a fresh pair of her panties, ones from her drawer
this time and donning her bathrobe, leaving it untied she went down to
the kitchen. She made her tea in a daze and started to sip it when she
heard the front door, she froze a second, surely not them back again.
She opened the kitchen door and waited, the inner porch door opened and
in walked a slutty looking woman, her hackles were raised and she was
about to challenge her then she laughed suddenly realising who it was.
Her bathrobe fell open and she put her hands on her hips feeling her
panties against her fingers.
"So you're back then sissy, I hope you enjoyed your afternoon, there's
tea in the pot if you want it."
And without another word she headed into the lounge to rest in front of
the TV and to take stock of what had happened today.
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