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Not What I Wanted
By
Stefanie Flowers
CHAPTER 5 - SLAVE GIRLS
In a bizarre way my life had become somewhat normal. I now worked at two
jobs. A maid by day and a bunny girl at night. Fortunately I had some
free time at the weekends but had to stay in role as Stefanie. I had been
working hard to pay Katy back for my medical transformation expenses and
had little money to spend on myself. Sometimes Katy and I went out with
Andy and Bob, usually just for a few drinks and perhaps a show or to a
dance club. I was much more comfortable now interacting as a woman with
men. My jobs had certainly helped in that regard.
"Are you girls doing anything this coming Saturday evening?" asked Bob
hoping to line up dates for the weekend.
"As a matter of fact we are," she responded. Andy and Bob were trying
their best not to look crestfallen but perked right up when Katy
continued:
"But maybe you would like to join us. Stefanie and I are going to the
BDSM club for 'Slave Girl' night. You could be our 'Masters' for the
evening. Otherwise I would have to pretend to be Stefanie's master. I
promise there will be lots of fun role play. Stefanie and I will be sure
to express our full appreciation to you both after the event. As a matter
of fact we probably won't have any choice in the matter," she giggled.
Andy and Bob's faces had become gigantic Cheshire cat smiles.
"That sounds like a lot of fun. Of course, we will be happy to take you,"
said Bob.
"Good," said Katy. "It's a date then. We were counting on you as we can't
get in without a 'Master' to accompany us."
Andy was very enthusiastic. "I'll get the tickets and any items of
costume you'll need for the event."
I was surprised by Katy's sudden request but not by the men's eagerness
to participate. As I would know, it was every males fantasy dream come
true. I had thought Katy only liked being a dominant and would hate being
in a submissive role. Apparently I had to re-assess my assumptions.
Though shocked and unhappy with the arrangements I had to pretend delight
at Katy's enthusiasm for the kinky double date.
Getting Into Role
The dreaded Saturday came and it was time to prepare for the night's
outing.
"Katy, I don't want to do this," I pleaded. "I don't want to be a slave
girl; not even a pretend one. I'm becoming more and more feminine in my
head and afraid that I'll never be able to go back to where I was as a
man. You need to release me from the contract right now."
"Look, Stefanie, tonight will just be some harmless fun. Relax and enjoy
it. You've been a trouper and lived up to your promise. I was really only
teasing you with the contract but then you won the transformation prize I
got to thinking you would make a wonderful lesbian lover. Just do this
one more thing for me tonight and tomorrow I will release you from
chastity. I'll even pay for reversal surgery if that's what you want, ok?
Really, I think you've enjoyed being a woman and may not want to go back.
I'd love for us to be BGF's forever."
She was right of course. My mind was in turmoil. I had thought myself
stuck as a woman but now, if Katy kept her promise, I would be able to
choose. Man or woman. How would I decide? Better leave that for tomorrow.
For now I would accept Katy at her word. She didn't seem such an ogre
now.
We each undressed, showered and put on silk robes to apply our make-up.
Then we sat and waited for our 'Masters' to arrive with the costumes.
We were not kept waiting long for they came on schedule. I opened the
front door to a smiling Andy and Bob. Disappointingly they were just
wearing ordinary street clothes but entered carrying brown paper bags;
presumably containing our costumes for tonight. After giving us a
greeting hug and kiss they made themselves comfortable in the apartment.
After a round of stiff drinks the boys said it was time to get into
costume.
"First things first," said Andy. "The club requires all slaves to sign
these releases saying you are doing this voluntarily," Katy and I signed
the documents and quickly disrobed ready to be dressed by the men. Katy
was truly naked while I only wore a chastity belt. Andy demanded the key
to my treasure and Katy readily handed it over.
After being told to put our hands behind us I could feel something
leather slide up my arms. Suddenly I felt very scared as I realized it
was an arm binder. Protesting the binding I felt a sharp sting on my
backside and let out a yell of pain.
"That's just a warning," said Bob. "Better get into role quickly! For
tonight, Andy and I are your Masters and we expect you to be fully
responsive and obedient slaves."
The arm binder laces were pulled wickedly tight drawing my arms painfully
close together behind my back. Katy and I complained and protested at the
wicked restraints.
"Remove these arm binders now! You are taken this role play way too far,"
Katy screamed at them.
Apparently having heard enough of our complaints they proceeded to subdue
our protests. The men tightly pinched our noses shut. This cut off our
vociferous invective and made us open our mouths to breath. The men then
had little trouble installing ring gags into our mouths. Now we were both
silent and immobilised.
"At last, some peace and quiet," joked Bob to Andy.
Scarily, we were fully restrained and unable to speak. I hoped the boys
were going to be gentlemen and respect that this was just role play; not
the real thing!
Katy looked furious when she found out her next item of costume. She
tried to struggle and kick but it was a hopeless show of defiance. The
chastity belt looked just like mine having a locking flap to cover the
vagina. I had not seen mine installed and was curious to see that the
belt went on loose and over a period of maybe ten minutes it shrank until
it was a tight fit. Apparently no key to remove the belt itself. Bob made
a show of pocketing the vagina cover key as Katy silently fumed. Now she
knew how I felt when she had imprisoned my manhood. The total humiliation
of wearing such a device and the fear of having your sex under the
control of another person not knowing if you would ever be released from
its confines.
"Girls, it's getting late and Andy and I are getting impatient. You need
to stop fussing and be totally compliant, pleasing slave girls. A
disciplined slave girl is a happy slave girl, so from now on we will
punish you for bad behavior. Here's a sample of what to expect for
anything less than immediate submission to our wishes."
Katy and I tried to scream through our ring gags as we felt the sting of
multiple lashes from their whips. They were taking their roles much too
seriously, but it was way too late inform them of their error.
Next the men produced four ornately fashioned metal cups that matched the
design of our chastity belts. The men tried out the fit of each cup by
placing on our breasts. Each one fit snugly and had an opening through
which the aureole and nipple projected
I could not see how the cups would manage to stay in place. Perhaps some
kind of glue or a nipple clamp to cover the opening. I hoped for glue as
clamps would be very uncomfortable.
"Are you ready?" said Bob.
"You'll feel a little pain but its worth it for the authentic look," said
Andy with a look of relish on his face.
Fearing the whip, we vigorously nodded our heads in submission not really
knowing to what we were agreeing. We were under the men's complete
control by now so any attempt to protest was a waste of time. It would
only result in a painful lashing.
To my horror Andy unrolled a piercing kit. Instead of clamps Andy and Bob
were going to pierce our nipples. First Andy pulled on my right tit to
ensure that the breast filled and fitted tightly into the cup. Then he
took a long thick needle pushing it quickly through the tip of my breast.
It was done so quickly I barely had time to try and scream before it was
over. The pain was intense. Rapidly following the needle was a metal
piercing bar locked into place by little balls that screwed onto each
end. These balls then clamped firmly into a nipple cover plate which the
breast pulled back into place over the cups nipple opening. Each cup was
thus held tightly in place by pulling on the nipple piercing. Following
completion of the process on me it was next Katy's turn. I saw the look
of fear and panic in her eyes as they repeated the process on her.
"Relax ladies," said Bob. "The worst is over and you will just love being
able to wear nipple rings after tonight. You'll find them to be very
erotic."
Our 'Masters' then locked ornate metal collars on our necks and placed
belled chains around our ankles.
"This is going to be so much fun," declared Bob enthusiastically.
"Remember girls, play your roles convincingly or I promise you will be
punished."
He then gave both our asses another lash of his whip. "That's just a
reminder of what to expect if you fail to be fully obedient tonight. You
will behave well, won't you?"
Hoping to avoid another lash, Katy and I both nodded our heads
vigorously.
Finally we were ready to leave for the club. Leashes were attached to our
collars and we were nonchalantly led out of the apartment like pets being
taken out for a walk. It was so humiliating being seen in public this
way. Especially as every movement was accompanied by the sound of
tinkling bells that attracted the attention of passers by in the street.
I did get some consolation from the fact that Katy was now sharing my
experience. After all, she had similarly humiliated me by parading me in
public as a she-male fairy. I did not know which was worse, being a she-
male fairy or a slave girl.
Once more into the fray!
Once again I was in line waiting to enter the BDSM club. I felt a modicum
revenge as this time Katy was also on display in the same submissive
predicament as me. Andy and Bob handed over the tickets and our signed
agreements to enter the club. We were ushered into the premises by a
hostess wearing a leather dominant's outfit and carrying a hand whip. She
took the leashes from Andy and Bob and led us over to a table by the
stage. It only had two chairs. Andy and Bob were comfortably seated while
I briefly wondered where Katy and I were to sit. I felt the sting of a
whip from the hostess as Katy and I were motioned to spread our legs
wide. Bob handed over the chastity belt keys to the hostess who
efficiently unlocked our vagina flaps returning the keys to Bob. The
leashes were removed from our collars only to be attached to rings at the
base of our chastity belts. The leashes were then threaded through rings
bolted to the floor. Katy and I were forced to kneel beside our Masters.
As we did so, the leashes were tightened pulling us down into the
kneeling position with knees spread wide. As I got closer to the ground I
saw a large stainless steel phallus affixed to the floor. It sank deeply
into my vagina. The leashes were tied off keeping us pinioned on the
phalluses. If this treatment was par for the course tonight we were in
for a very uncomfortable time.
Andy and Bob ordered drinks. Beer for them and 'Slave Wine' for us girls.
Our drinks were placed on the floor in front of us. We had to try and sip
them through straws; not easy wearing ring gags. Andy and Bob treated us
as pets; casually stroking our heads and breasts while they continued to
look around the club taking in the erotic sights. Fortunately the 'Slave
Wine' was strong being heavily laced with vodka. Maybe I could erase the
memories of this night by getting very drunk.
It was ironic. Two weeks ago I was here as a she-male, my imprisoned
penis and testicles on prominent display. Here I am now, a naked female
pinioned to the floor by a phallus in my vagina. Either way I was
screwed! I was beginning to relax a little and settle down mentally when
all of a sudden my vagina began to buzz and vibrate. Caught unawares I
let out a yelp of surprise followed by getting strong feelings of
arousal. Just as I was getting into it the vibration stopped. Andy and
Bob played this game of randomly teasing arousal only to shut it off
before satisfaction could be achieved. Thus Katy and I were kept on edge
eagerly awaiting for when the next dose of arousal would begin but
knowing we would gain no satisfaction.
Meanwhile, as Andy and Bob played with our bodies, they watched other
semi- naked 'Slave Girls' perform erotic dances on the stage. They were
probably just paid performers for the evenings festivities.
After the introductory dances and drinks, the Compere walked out on stage
to greet everyone and bid them welcome.
"Masters and Slaves, the first entertainment for tonight is a
demonstration of slave girl training. This is an opportunity for your
girls to learn how to perform basic slave poses in response to hand
commands. Once taught they will continue to do so automatically and
without any hesitation Do we have any volunteers to participate in this
training class?"
Many in the audience were eager for their girls to be trained. Andy and
Bob were no different. They thought themselves lucky that Katy and I were
among those selected. Released from our kneeling positions we were helped
to stand and directed onstage with the other 'volunteers; about twenty
scantily clad girls in all. The dom hostess came onstage and out fitted
every girl's vagina with a rather large dildo. They were held in place by
closing the flaps on our chastity belts. I did not welcome the intrusion
but it was no worse than the previously experienced phallus while
kneeling on the floor. Thank heavens, our arm binders were removed. Oh ,
the sheer pleasure of having movement in my arms again. I felt the
tingling of blood flow being restored to my cramped arms.
Projected on a screen in front of us, we were shown a series of pictures
depicting slave girl outlines, each in a different pose. Each picture was
accompanied with the drawing of a hand signal. The name of each pose was
also written below the picture. Apparently we had to learn how to sit,
stand, kneel, heel, beg and submit. Kneeling required us to spread our
legs wide to display our feminine charms, while submitting required us to
kneel with head bowed down and hands crossed in front of us ready for
binding. Sitting required us to sit cross legged with our hands behind
our backs ready for the application of restraints.
"Masters," announced the Compere. "The first lesson will commence with
learning the pose name verbally and the girls taking the pose. This will
be done slowly at first and then be sped up as they gain proficiency and
memorize the name. Intermittently, verbal commands may change to hand
commands. Gradually as they get better the commands will turn wholly into
hand signals, each being given at a more a more rapid rate."
"It's not just a matter of making the pose but how to transition from one
to the other gracefully. The girl in front has already been trained and
will lead the group demonstrating to them how to make the poses and
transition from one to another gracefully."
It started as he described. At first we were clumsy but slowly learned
the poses and then how to properly transition from one to another. Then
things rapidly got faster until it seemed like we were doing an aerobic
exercise. I soon had a sheen of sweat all over my body. Why were we so
eager to submit to the training? Well we had a very effective inducement;
small electric shocks to our vagina's. The shocks were mild if we kept
pace but gained strength if we were late in responding. Many in the
audience chuckled and delighted in looking at the expressions on our
faces as we experienced this very effective training tool.
When it was over the dildo's were removed and we were told to line up for
inspection. The audience then voted on the three best trained girls. Katy
and I must have impressed them since we were both in the final three
selected. I assumed that this was some kind of competition for a prize
that I would rather not win. The other girls were all told to return to
their Masters. This they did, quickly kneeling in position impaled on the
floor mounted phallic devices.
"For our next item of entertainment we are going to put you Masters to
work. It is a competition in which you have an opportunity to demonstrate
your stamina and virility; either participate or watch but enjoy the
show," declared the Compere."
"The Master that can outlast all others in reaching the most orgasms will
receive a door prize of $500 and a years free entry to our club. Many
would say being in the competition is reward enough."
The audience laughed at his quip before listening to the rules. "The
event will start now and last the whole evening until closing time so
there is plenty of time to have many enjoyable experiences and you can
pace yourselves for endurance. All Masters are eligible to take part. Of
course, we need to provide worthy subjects to arouse your carnal desires.
Gentlemen, you have three slave girls still on stage from which to
choose. You can select from oral, vaginal or anal pursuits. It doesn't
matter which. In fact you may enjoy all three."
I was made to kneel and place my head in a metal stock that kept my mouth
at groin height. The stock held my face rigid with me only being able to
look directly forwards. Katy was draped over a horizontal bar, her head,
arms and legs anchored to the floor while her ass pointed up into the
air. The third girl was placed flat on the floor with her legs stretched
wide; legs and waist anchored to the floor. No guessing on who had what
part to play. I guess my tongue piercing had played a part in the
selection of my role.
There was chaos and load clamoring as each Master signed up to take part
in the competition. Once again the Compere reminded everyone that all
Masters were eligible. Judges standing by the 'objects of arousal' would
keep track of each Master's score.
The competition started out with long lines. Many Masters chose to
experience all three delights. I could do nothing but accept my role as
swollen penis after penis was thrust into my mouth, my head being pulled
onto their rods until reaching the back of my throat. Every time a load
of semen was delivered I had to swallow it completely. The pace
eventually slowed down as the Masters began to become sated of their
lust. That was when, encouraged by an occasional lash, I had to use my
tongue piercing to tease limp penises to arousal. It seemed like the
torture went on forever but eventually the competition drew to a close
and a winner declared. He looked very pleased with himself.
After presenting the winner with his prize the Compere joked. "Don't
forget, you've won free entry for a year. I mean the club of course, not
each of the girls. Next week we have a Pony theme so be sure to train
your ponies and practice their dressage during the week. There will be a
$ 1,000 floor prize to the winner of the dressage competition."
Released from our restraints we were returned to our Masters. Andy and
Bob were seemed a bit subdued because they had barely managed to last
half way through the evening; probably a result of drinking too much.
The arm binders were re-installed and we immediately jumped to heel when
hand signaled to do so. I realized the training was more lasting and
effective than I had expected.
I could not wait to get back home and be released from being a slave
girl. It was only supposed to have been make believe but it had certainly
felt real. The men had got carried away with their power of being our
Masters for the evening.
Back to Normal
"Thanks for a wonderful time girls. That was one awesome evening," said
Bob.
This was seconded by Andy as our mouths were released from the ring gags
and then our arms from the binders. I was so happy to be freed from the
restraints that I refrained from bitching at their behavior.
Katy, on the other hand, shocked me by squealing, "That was so much fun!
I can't wait until next weekend. You must take us as your pony-girls."
Bob and Andy just laughed and warned Katy that her role could make
permanent. She joined in with the laughter thinking it a big joke but,
after tonight, I was afraid they meant the offer seriously.
Andy and Bob made to get up and leave when Katy and I realized that we
were still locked into our slave girl costumes. Katy politely asked for
them to remove her chastity belt and metal bra cups. The cups were
removed by pulling off the nipple covers but they left the nipple
piercings in place.
"I think it best that you keep the piercings in place for now. It would
be a pity to remove them only to have to pierce you there again for next
weeks event."
"Well OK but at least you could remove this fake chastity belt," said
Katy.
"Sorry, no can do," said Andy calmly. "It's a real one and I wouldn't
want to risk hurting you by trying to remove it. Once shrunk in place
it's on for good. You'd need a cutting torch to get it off. Without
skilled help that would burn your skin."
"You bastard," retorted Katy. "That's not fair! I never agreed to
chastisement! At least give me the key to the vagina flap until I can get
to see a specialist to have it removed."
"No, we're going to keep you chaste for a while. By next weekend you
should be frisky ponies desperate for a frolic."
Once again I could see the irony of our situation. Katy had caught me in
a similar trap and now here she was under someone else's control. Andy
and Bob said their farewells and left us to our own devices.
And so we spent a week nervously anticipating our pony-girl debut at the
BDSM club. The piercings in my nipples had finally healed but every night
we went to bed frustrated at not being able to have sex with each other.
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 6
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