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WHEN DRAG QUEENS CAME TO VISIT by Throne "But Margo," I said with a note of anxiety in my voice, "I don't understand." "It's very simple, Perry. I invited several young men to our home for the next week. You know I like to interact with people who have different lifestyles. Remember when I went to that retreat with lesbians and straight women? To see what we could teach each other?" "I remember." That had been a nervous three days for me, and my wife seemed somehow different after she returned. "Well, this time I planned to get to know some transvestites. Actually, these ones prefer to be called drag queens, which is interesting. And now I've been called out of town on business. So I arranged for you to take some vacation time and be here in my place. When I get back you can pass along everything you've learned to me." With a sigh I said, "Yes, dear. I just wish you had warned me sooner." "Darling, I didn't find out about my business trip until late this afternoon. It's sort of an emergency. And since that last big promotion I got, these are the sorts of things I have to do. Keep in mind that I'm earning more than twice what you bring home." "I know. It's just that I..." "What? That you can't spend a few days doing something for me?" "No. I'll do whatever I have to." "You could start by trying to show some enthusiasm." To keep her happy I said, "I'll do my best." I forced a smile. "And I'll stay here the entire time." Honestly, that was because I didn't want to leave some freaks who were wearing female clothes in our house alone. "I'll accept that as a promise." Her tone softened slightly as she added, "And I'm glad you agreed to do whatever you need to. That's important, too. And I wouldn't like it if you broke either of those promises." Feeling boxed in, I nodded and pushed my pale brown hair back behind my ears. I'm kind of short and a plump, and easily intimidated by my take-charge, executive wife. It's difficult for me to say no to such a stunning woman. She's slightly taller than me, with a sweet face that is in contrast to her full-curved figure. She announced, "I have to pack in a hurry. Please make your own dinner. And then clean up the kitchen before our guests arrive. They should be here in about two hours." Margo whisked out of the room and left me to my unhappy thoughts. I didn't want to be trapped there for seven days -- and nights -- with a bunch of perverts. Just the thought of a man in panties and stockings and whatever else was enough to make me quiver with disgust. And the things they probably did to each other. Ugh. With no way out of that unpleasant situation, I made myself a sandwich and opened a can of soda. Afterwards I washed up the few dishes that had accumulated in the sink, wiped down the counters, and cleaned the stovetop. Then I decided to change before those unwelcome visitors arrived. I got into a sports shirt and casual slacks, along with comfortable loafers. The shirt was kind of bland. I didn't want the transvestites to get any wrong impressions. After that my wife called me to fetch her full suitcase and overnight bag. I took them to the front door and set them alongside it. She had a driver coming to pick her up and take her to the airport, all courtesy of her company. My wife got the royal treatment and plenty of bonuses and perks. She was often busy, frequently working extra hours, and so our sex life had tapered off. I was never a stallion or anything in the bedroom, but I still had needs. Not having them met left me in a state of nervous distraction. Seeing her around the house, her generous contours shown off by tight sleeveless tops, yoga pants, short nighties, and sometimes just bras and panties, kept me eager for physical intimacy. Just before eight o'clock the doorbell rang. Margo called to me to answer it. When I did it I was confronted by three overdressed feminine figures. Somehow I had assumed they would arrive in male clothes and change later. This was a shock. I didn't want anyone to see me standing there like I was friends with them. So I stepped aside and, unable to find my voice for a moment, gestured for them to come inside. As they passed, each one eyed me with interest. The last one, speaking in a contralto but in an exaggeratedly girly way, said, "Be a honey, dear, and bring in our bags." I looked outside and saw a half dozen large suitcases. Perched atop and piled around them were hat boxes, cosmetic cases, and several colorful shopping bags. As I carried everything in, a few pieces at a time, I heard them chatting with Margo, but couldn't make out much of what was being said. All too soon, my wife's driver arrived, came to the door, and respectfully let her know that he was ready at her convenience. He offered to put her bags in the trunk but she insisted that I do it. After I had lugged them out there and stowed them away, she sent an air kiss my way, slipped into the car and, as the driver closed her door, left me feeling abandoned and insecure. Dejectedly, I returned to the house. To my dismay, the three drag queens had spread out and were inspecting everything. I found them feeling the curtains, picking among my collection of novelty salt-and- pepper shakers, and snooping inside the refrigerator. One of them half-asked and half-told me to get a striped shopping bag they'd brought. I did and it turned out to contain several bottles of liquor and some food items, the latter which I put into the fridge under his instructions. Or maybe I should say 'her'. Even though I knew they were male, it was difficult to think of them that way. So please allow me to use feminine pronouns for the rest of this account. Another of them told me, "Let's all go sit in that charming sun room." The third suggested, "We can get to know one another." I didn't like the innuendo that I heard in those words, though it might have just been my frayed nerves making me think it was there at all. Once again feeling like I was being given orders as much as being requested to do things, I followed them, noticing how they took mincing steps and swished their hips. We sat and I introduced myself. The first one said, "Pleased to meet you, Penny." "No, no," I corrected. "It's Perry." She gave me a wink and explained, "That's just something we do, giving girly names to guys. I'm sure you won't mind if we call you that." Remembering my promises to Margo, and not wanting to get this week off to a bad start, I conceded, "That would be fine." Then they felt compelled to gush about their surroundings. I sat there, uncomfortably listening to the way they accentuated certain words and used plenty of what I can only call queer vocabulary. "This is just SUCH a divine house." "I LOVE the way it's decorated. Bet you had a hand in that, Penny." "The delicious colors. The scrumptious patterns. It's all SO yummy. I might just swoon." They settled down a bit as they introduced themselves. Let me give you the short version of their identities, without their over-the-top style of delivery. First was Tanya, a tall blond in a short tight dress. Her shoes were crimson, with chunky heels. She had big falsies and some kind of padding that gave her a round protruding bottom that would have been attractive on a real woman. Most striking was her face, which was adorned with too much eye make-up, long fake lashes, and a thick coating of bright red lipstick. Next came Caramel, a light-skinned Black girl with slender limbs and a willowy figure. She sported a tight sleeveless top, tighter slacks, and towering heels. Her hair was worn natural and short, shaved very close on the sides and back. Her cosmetics were more conservative, with the one concession to her drag queen status being pale pink eye shade, generously applied. Finally there was Kiss-Sandra, who said I could just call her Kissy. She was a petite redhead in a pink top covered with ruffles, mini- micro shorts of the same color, thigh-highs that were white but covered with black hearts, and under each heart a pair of crossbones. Her small feet were encased in pink running shoes with black laces. Most unsettling was her face, which looked like it had been made-up in less than a minute, with sloppily applied eye liner and shade, big circles of dark rouge on her pale cheeks, and lipstick put on with a method that could best be described as 'coloring outside the lines'. None of them had wigs but they all wore their hair slightly long and obviously styled, with a blond streak here and a red highlight there. With the transvestite trio all looking at me I was terribly nervous. They exchanged glances and then Tanya gave me a leering smile. "Penny," she said. "You look like you could use a drink. And heaven knows I wouldn't mind one myself. MERCY." Grateful for any excuse to get away from them, I volunteer to play bartender. But they insisted on coming to the kitchen with me. Minutes later Tanya was by my side and the others perched on stools in the breakfast nook. My wife had gotten me to buy plenty of soda and fruit juice earlier in the week, perhaps to provide mixers. With Tanya instructing me, and occasionally putting a friendly hand on my shoulder, I prepared a 7 & 7, screwdriver, and rum and cola. While they all sampled from their glasses, Tanya insisted on concocting something special for me by herself. I watched unhappily as she put together a potent combination of ingredients in a large glass. Handing it to me, she advised, "Drink up, Penny. I wouldn't want to have to report to your wife that you were a party pooper." Still focused on pleasing Margo, as well as longing for something to quell my frayed nerves, I took a swallow. It was too sweet and too strong, but I didn't object. And very soon it began to have the hoped for effect of calming me. I drank some more while the threesome paid close attention. Tanya stroked my upper arm and invited me to join the others. I went and sat down, put both hands on my drink, and tried not to make eye contact. But soon the alcohol was relaxing me enough that I let myself be drawn into a conversation. "I hope you don't disapprove of us, Penny," began Tanya. "I mean, it's all a matter of degree, isn't it? Some guys like to wear colorful clothes. Or tight ones. Flashy shoes." She gave her hand a limp-wristed wave. "All sorts of stuff like that. There's just a line that they don't cross." "But," Caramel joined in, we three are line-crossers. I am, right down to my bikini-cut, thong-in-the-rear panties." "Me too," said Kissy in support of her. "I mean, I even put blush on my nipples. Isn't that just DARING? You can have a peek, if you'd like, sweetie." "No thanks," I said and took a sip from my half full glass. "I mean, I get what you're saying. Even I probably have a few things that aren't completely... manly." Maybe I was trying to get them on my side as I confided, "Margo even bought me some things recently that are..." I shrugged. "... kind of gay." I realized that I might have insulted them but they didn't react as if I had. "And I haven't had them on yet. I suppose that's the line I don't cross." "Oh, but Penny," Tanya said with a pout. "That's where you're wrong. A real man like you shouldn't be bothered by an occasional touch of pink or some jeans that show off your buns." "Well," I pointed out, "I'm a few pounds overweight. Not a lot but I'm kind of sensitive about it." "Now that's just SILLY, honey," Caramel advised. "In fact, I'm sure you could wear whatever your dear wife got you and not come across as anything less than macho." "I agree," Kissy said. "And those few excess pounds are actually cute, baby." Taking another sip I had to admit, "You're probably right." "Glad you think so," said Tanya as she got up. All at once she was freshening up my glass and telling me, "In fact, we are going into your bedroom right now so you can prove how much of a man you are. I know that when I see you in what your wife got, it won't change my perception of you at ALL, Prince Charming." "Well..." What was in my glass, along with my sudden need to prove my core maleness, gave me uncharacteristic bravado and I got to my feet, swayed slightly, and announced, "Damn right. Let's go and do it." They crowded around me and steered me toward the bedroom. I got out what Margo had surprised me with. It was a pale blue muscle shirt and very brief, matching shorts. All at once my resolve faltered. With an abrupt return to sobriety, or something like it, I shook my head. "Maybe this isn't such a good idea," I decided. Tanya made a soothing sound. She dipped her fingers past the neckline of her dress and, from her faux cleavage, produced a small pillbox in the shape of a heart. When she extracted a pill and offered it to me, I hesitated. But she popped one into her own mouth and gave another to each of her gender bending companions, who also swallowed them. "Open up, Penny," she gently coaxed. "It's just to take the edge off. It's the same as what the rest of us took." She held the pill between thumb and forefinger, directly in front of my lips. "Part those firm but pliant lips, Sugar." It was three against one and my willpower was diminished by what I'd been drinking, along with the bizarre circumstances. I wanted the rest of the week to go well, so I cooperated, opened my mouth, and let her fingers enter so she could deposit the pill on my tongue. Tanya tapped the bottom of the glass I was still holding, urging me to wash down the pill, which I did. She lightly patted my cheek with familiarity I didn't appreciate, but which disturbed me less than it should have. From the bottom drawer of the dresser I retrieved the bits of underwear. Without thinking, I started to unbutton my shirt, but then stopped. "Err," I said with sudden modesty, "maybe you three could step out into the hall for a half a minute." "Nonsense, Penny," said Tanya with a toss of her head. "We see each other undress ALL the time backstage." When I looked uncomprehending, she explained. "At the club, darling. All of us appear there nightly. Except this week, while they're doing renovations. But seeing each other in the altogether is nothing to us." I took a fortifying swallow of my drink, which was getting low again, and handed it to Tanya, who passed it to Kissy, who vanished with it. That pill must have been taking effect, because a dreamy warmth spread through me. I got out of my clothes, somehow not caring that I was being watched, and that the watchers were drag queens. I stood there, leaning to one side and then the other. That struck me as humorous and I chuckled. Their supportive giggles reassured me. I got the shorts up my legs. Tanya complimented me on my near total absence of body hair. Then I got tangled up in the top, until Caramel stepped in to rescue me. She got a little free with her hands, but I figured she was just trying too hard to help, smoothing the close-fitting material over my chest. Kissy reappeared with my glass, which was miraculously filled to the brim. They all toasted me and I took several gulps. Tanya took the drink from my unresisting fingers and set it on the dresser. She was admiring my wife's collection of cosmetics and I started to rhapsodize about how sexy Margo was, slurring my words only a tiny bit. Tanya jokingly put foundation on my face, while the others crowded in to playfully contribute something on my eyes, cheeks and lips. It was all just good fun, they said merrily, though they also kept me faced away from the dresser mirror. At some point Tanya generously fed me a second pill, this time letting her finger trail across my tongue. Caramel fussed with my hair. Kissy fondled my bottom, which should have made me speak up, but my mouth was at that point no longer cooperating with my brain. I was dimly aware of being sat down on the bed, cell phones appearing, and selfies being taken. My back rested on the mattress and I was pretty certain that I was lying down. Why Caramel and Kissy were on either side of me, I wasn't sure, but Tanya kept chortling -- as she captured lots of images with her phone -- which told me that this was just more kidding around. Those drag queens had turned out to be a lot of fun. The next thing I knew I was still on the bed, waking up, and completely naked. What? I sat bolt upright. One forearm went across my chest and the opposite hand covered my naked crotch. Something was wrong between my legs and I discovered that my scant pubic hair had been eliminated. Checking further, I found out that the limited hair under my arms and on my chest had also vanished. I was pink and smooth all over. In shock, I let out a yelp. Moments later the gaudy TVs entered the room, all smiles and feminine body language. They came to the bed, from which the sheets and blankets had been removed. I realized belatedly that I had nothing at all to cover myself with. As I hugged my torso and kept my thighs tightly together, I tried to reason with them. "Hey, this isn't funny. Come on now. Give me back my clothes. Or at least that underwear." "You DID look good in baby blue, Penelope," Tanya said with a smirk. "But for right now we prefer you this way. And you had so little hair anywhere on you that we decided to get rid of it while you napped. Hope you don't mind, love bug." "Mind? Of course I do." My voice was rising. "You can't do this to me." Groping around for some way to convince them, I blurted out, "What will Margo say to you?" It immediately sounded weak, even to me, that I was counting on my bride to defend me. "But she's hours away by now," Tanya replied reasonably. "And you're all ours for the rest of the week, sweet cheeks." "I don't have to do anything I don't want to," I snapped, with faltering resolve. "That's true," Tanya said with a nod. "And we don't have to send these pictures to your wife." She held out her phone and I saw myself on the screen, face made up, with Caramel and Kissy leaning in to smooch me on both cheeks. I gasped and got quiet. Tanya snapped her fingers and gestured for me to stand. Blushing furiously all over, I did it and was led to the den, where the computer was already on. Tanya thanked me for giving them my password while I was still 'in Happy Land', as she put it. Then she showed me a file she had created, filled with dozens of images of me and all of the queens. "Isn't this just adorable?" she wanted to know. I was dumbstruck and just stood there as she scrolled through photos of me, my face heavily made up, holding a long, flesh-colored dildo and then mouthing it, hugging all of the girls in turn, being squeezed between two of them, kissing their shoes, pressing my lips to their bottoms, covered and otherwise. I was still clinging to the desperate hope that it wouldn't get any worse. That was when I began to see images of us together, with them giving indisputable proof that they were anatomically male where it counted. Very male. Enviably endowed. And my own privates appeared, suffering greatly by comparison. I'd known for a long time that I wasn't well equipped that way, but the point was brutally driven home every time my genitals were contrasted with theirs. Whatever fight I'd had left in me vanished. I couldn't risk Margo seeing those pictures. When Tanya said she was considering sharing them with a wider audience, I froze up with anxiety. In fact, she went on to say, there were already several of them on select sites, including that of the club where they all worked. "So far they're not ones that show your pretty face," she pointed out. "But that could change with the press of a key. Right?" "Yes," I answered numbly. "So you had better be a very well behaved young lady, Pretty Penny." "I... will." "Good girl." "But can I at least have something to wear?" "I was just thinking of that," Tanya said brightly. "And I believe that, between your wife's wardrobe and some of Caramel and Kissy's goodies, we can keep you nicely covered up." She winked broadly. "And looking mouthwateringly ready-to-serve." She giggled and the others joined her. "For right now," Caramel offered, "we have something special. Just by a lucky chance, one of us brought it along." "The perfect dress-up outfit for you," Kissy declared. "To help you remember your place around your betters." "We are, after all," Tanya concluded, "queens." They kept me bare-assed for a few hours, having me run and fetch snacks, help them unpack more of their bags, which included several sex toys and discipline instruments, and act as their human footstool. I at last got a chance to conceal my nakedness, but not in the way I would have preferred. What they had for me was -- I could hardly believe it -- a maid's uniform. The girls, now a triumvirate of servitude, helped me dress. They had me roll stockings up my hairless legs and smooth them repeatedly. A lacy cap was perched atop my head. Then I had to don panties that had a split crotch. My male parts were contained but, they delighted in teasing me about it, could be exposed in a second. Then came the dress, tight and with a tiny skirt that didn't fully cover my crotch. There was a miniature apron sewn to the front. Worse, there was a built-in corset. They took turns tightening it until I thought I was being cut in two. As if that wasn't bad enough, it was designed to push up the soft flesh of my chest. I mentioned before that I'm plump, but this gave me the appearance of having... "BREASTS!" I exclaimed. "Please, no. Don't leave me looking like this. It's too much." Tanya quipped, "Too much is never enough." Caramel jeered, "Chubby boobies. Chubby boobies. And I love how your nipples are peeking at us." Kissy finished that round of torment with, "Now bounce up and down on your heels. Come on, Penny. Make those tits bobble." Overcome by shame and helplessness, I did as I was told. True to their expectations, those mini-boobs danced up and down. Even my bottom, which I'd never thought of as too large or soft, jogged slightly. At that moment I felt utterly emasculated. They laughed at me and moved in. Hands roamed freely over my body. My nipples were played with and, despite who was doing it, my system responded. They noticed my penis filling out the front of the panties and one of them fished it out through the divided gusset. Even though they'd seen it before, they acted surprised. "Well look at THAT. It's like a cock that got shot with the shrinking ray." "Bad if you're a straight guy. Kind of a plus if you're a sissy." "Are you a sissy, Penny? Hmmm, Princess Pecker? Your itty bitty doesn't seem to mind that it's us dirty boy/girls who are feeling you up." "Noooo," I moaned. "Please stop." Tanya and Caramel each got their mouth on a nipple, holding my arms as they did it. Kissy, true to her name, sank down onto her knees and pressed her lips against the end of my penis. I shuddered with revulsion, but also with arousal. The first two stepped away and were suddenly holding cameras. Tanya had a movie one and Caramel held a still model. They were recording me getting a BJ. No one was holding me then, but for some reason I didn't try to escape. The hopelessness of my situation was too much. I writhed under Kissy's expert ministration for several more minutes while it was all recorded. Then she broke away, just as I was silently begging for her to make me finish. With my wet member glistening, I involuntarily jerked my hips. My dick waved up and down until I was able to bring myself under control. Close to tears, I staggered around, seeking somewhere to hide. Caramel laughed. "Time to get to work, girl. Let's see what needs cleaning in -- oh, I don't know -- how about the bathroom?" They walked me along to the master bath. It was a large, brightly lit space. In all that light I felt more exposed than ever. Being in the midst of all the expensive fixtures that I thought of as mine just amplified my sense of losing power. When I reached down to at least tuck away my penis, Kissy stopped me. "No, no, no," she forbade, wagging her finger at me. "In fact, since you still seem to think you're allowed to do things without permission, let's give you something to remind you that's not so. Pull those tiny balls out, too. Go on now, showoff." After I did it, Tanya noted, "That Vienna sausage of yours is still hard. Give it a few strokes, Penny. And wet your fingers so you can diddle your nipples for us. It's SHOWTIME." Kissy prompted, "And let us see how you're enjoying it, sweet stuff. Put some 'ahhh' into your 'ohhh'. " Caramel reached out to toy with my ear and said, "Tug that ladyfinger. Tickle those nipples. Work it, girl." My skirt was so miniscule that it did nothing to hide my shame. I had to stand there while they pointed and snickered, like I was a some freakish exhibit. They kept me at it for a half hour, coaching me so I wouldn't go too far and squirt. By the end I was quivering and sniffling, mortified beyond belief. They made me spend several minutes at the peak of that ordeal on the cold tile floor, on my back. Two of them took hold of my ankles and, being careful not to hurt me, pulled my legs up and over, so that I was bent like a jackknife, with my stiff dick aimed at my face. The corset became more constricting than ever. They kept me that way while Tanya knelt near to me and got her lips close to my ear. "Now open your mouth, Penny. Nice and wide. Keep jerking. Don't stop having fun with those nipples." She switched to a sing-song to tell me, "Open your mouth, don't close your eyes, you're going to get a BIG surprise." "Sissy cream," said Caramel. "The breakfast of perverts." "Perverts like you," hissed Kissy. "Guys who aren't honest with their wives about what they really like." I wanted to tell them it wasn't true. I willed my erection to go away but it wouldn't. Soft hands caressed my neck, at the same time making sure my face was in the perfect position for what I feared was to come. But they couldn't make me do it. Not that. Not making me... ejaculate... into my own waiting mouth. Not forcing me to spurt my discharge onto my tongue. I got sick just thinking about it and yet, with every passing second, I was driving myself to that end. I whimpered. Rolled one nipple between thumb and forefinger. My breathing was strained, partly from stress and partly from the way that corset was hurting me. Also from being overstimulated. I tugged on each nipple in turn, making it seem even more like I had real tits. This couldn't be happening. That was my final attempt at denial. All at once my balls pulsed. My nipples seemed to become twice as receptive. I made a strained sound from deep in my throat, moaning at the disgrace that was about to befall me. The tip of my penis tingled. Out of control, I tugged harder. The point of no turning back was passed. An instant later, ejaculate shot from my narrow passage and landed in my mouth, on my tongue, to be followed by a second and third stream. It tasted metallic and salty. Some ran down the back of my throat. With my need assuaged, I suddenly had no urges to distract me. All I could think of was what a humiliating act I had just performed. I gagged on the thick mass rolling down my gullet. My nose was running and warm tears streamed down the sides of my face. The two who had been holding my legs in that unnatural position let go. All three girls began to applaud. My mortification was compounded by the fact that I knew that 'girls' was exactly what they weren't. I slowly unfolded my body and lay there looking up at them. Tanya noted, "He changed position without saying, 'Mother-mother, may I?' What shall his punishment be, sisters?" "I think a thorough spanking is in order," Caramel asserted. "Including the backs of Penny's thighs, where the meat is extra TENDER," Kissy said, her voice thick with lust. I was manhandled -- or queen-handled? -- and dragged to a wooden chair in the living room. Tanya sat and dragged me over her lap. Caramel left and returned with a rubber paddle, no doubt from their luggage. She slapped it against the palm of her hand, making an impressively loud splat. I shivered as she handed it to Tanya, who made sure my barely-there panties were out of the way in back. She rubbed my buttocks appreciatively, commenting on how soft and girly they were. I wanted them to stop implying that I liked any of this and that I had secretly craved dressing up. Unexpectedly, Tanya swung. Her first blow landed in the center of my bottom, followed rapidly by one on each side. I was yowling at once. She paused long enough for me to partially catch my breath, then started in again, smacking one side and then the other, switching back and forth with rapid, punishing blows. I think there were more than a dozen, though I was in no condition to keep count. Then she handed the paddle off to Caramel. The swarthy young drag queen targeted the thigh nearest to her. She landed several blows before passing the instrument to Kiss on the other side, who did that same to that thigh, so that both were ablaze with pain. I was bawling and shedding more tears. Every time I tried to say something it was either cut off by the impact of the paddle or came out as blubbering. The paddle changed hands between my three tormentors several times and, in the end, my hindquarters were like they were experiencing some kind of chemical fire that can't be extinguished. Tanya eased me off her lap as if, after everything I'd just suffered, she was fearful of hurting me. I managed to stand. My face was wet with tears and liquid snot. I still had the sickening taste of my own semen in my mouth. I took a few unsteady steps. The trannies chortled at my discomfort. They straightened out my abbreviated maid's outfit and straightened the lacy cap atop my head. Next my apron was fussed over, with hands taking free feels of my inflamed sitter and thighs. "Now," Tanya said, as if I were perfectly all right, "it's time for you to get busy in the bathroom, Miss Penny. "I'm so sorry we didn't let you get started right away. I'm sure you're eager to get busy, especially since there's going to be so much for you to do." I was led back to the master bath. They produced a bucket, a scrub brush, and a big sponge, along with rubber gloves. A bottle of cleanser was waiting inside the bucket. I didn't remember seeing any of those items before. Still smarting from that triple beating, having difficulty bending because of the corset, and having trouble thinking and working at the same time, I poured some soapy liquid into the bucket and added hot water. Caramel sat on the lid of the toilet like a queen on a throne. She imperiously told me to get going and do the entire floor. On my hands and knees, my middle being squeezed terribly, I strained to comply. The other two went away, so that I only had to listen to one of my keepers taunting me about being reduced to domestic help, pretending to care about my sore rump, and marveling all over again about the size of my genitals. She also didn't forget to reinforce the idea that I was at heart a sissy and had been privately longing to be mistreated this way. She was replaced later by Kissy, who I had to follow on hands and knees to the kitchen, where more floor cleaning awaited me. Something they said to each other during this transition tipped me off that they were working in shifts to keep me up all night. Sure enough, when Tanya took over, later still, she made a joke about sleep deprivation helping me to get in touch with my true self. She had me dusting and polishing, which should have been simple work. Yet, as tired and achy as I was, combined with how sleepy I was getting, it became a challenge. Plus, she picked tasks that all involved bending and stretching, so that the corset kept hurting me. They each took another shift while I buffed all of my wife's shoes and boots, went through my own clothes and boxed up some for possible contribution to charity, and cleaned out the fridge -- by eating anything that was deemed excess or too old. When morning came I was a wreck. The queens were all well rested and decided to freshen up and get into clean clothes. So I wouldn't be in the way, they took a half dozen colorful scarves and began tying them to my wrists and ankles. Very soon I was face-up on the bed (which was scented from their perfumes and lotions while they napped there), tied spread-eagle to the four bedposts, with my three-piece set still protruding from the front of my panties. The three of them made a point of undressing for the shower, returning and finishing their drying off, and then getting dressed, all in front of me. What I had to look at were males with smooth hairless bodies (like mine), who moved and talked like females. Any time it looked like I was going to doze off, one of them would get onto the bed with me and play touching games. That might include anything from licking my ears to tickling me here and there, to kissing all around my male parts but never quite reaching them. All of that made me extremely tense so that I not only remained awake, but by the time they were ready I was more frazzled than ever. The queens were dressed and made up with variations of their previous looks. They untied me from the bed but left the scarves knotted around my wrists and ankles. those were joined by one around my neck. With wrists bound to the ends of the new scarf, and ankles hobbled together, my movements were once again severely restricted. I had to stay in my maid's outfit, even though I had perspired quite a bit. They didn't allow me to take care of my personal hygiene, so that I still had a sour mouth. When they fed me some coffee it helped a bit with my semen breath, and gave me a jolt of energy. Having someone hold the cup and cautiously tip it so I could sip, only increased my awareness of how much at their mercy I was. They walked me to the computer so I could be reminded of how much blackmail material they had. That was when Tanya spelled out what came next. "We could tell when we first got here, how much you disapproved of us. It was written all over your face, Penny. So now we're going to give you a chance to overcome all that. To become a better person. And at the same time, to access your inner sissy. That's probably why you reacted so poorly to our wonderfulness, darling. Because you saw in us so much of yourself and the Magnificent Miss who you wanted to be. So let's get busy with the new you, starting with your voice." They taught me to speak in a softer and higher way. The threat of another paddling, or a cropping or caning was terrific motivation. I also had to sigh, lick my lips, roll my eyes, wiggle my fingers, and on and on. They also taught me how to walk, though without untying my arms or legs. It was a bizarre session as I tried to swing my hips, leave my wrists limp, and curtsey deeply, all while still bound and corseted. There was also lots more touching. At first they bothered to make it seem necessary or accidental. Soon those pretenses were dropped and they simply pawed me at will. As the day wore on, however, it started to once more have the effect of stimulating me, and I mean sexually. Why that was happening I didn't know. They became ever more rude, even biting my neck and goosing me. When I was eventually untied, it was only so I could wait on them, be made to sit on their laps, or crouch at their feet. They had the TV on, switching back and forth between two home shopping channels. Not until late in the evening did I gain even a slight respite. They got me undressed and into the shower. Caramel joined me. She was chosen because her hair, worn natural, would be the least adversely affected. The others didn't want me to see them in shower caps. She washed me all over -- yes, even there -- and yes it got me hard -- before I had to do the same to her. Soaping her up and being made to give her a lingering washing in that most intimate place made me absolutely squeamish. Unsurprisingly, that gave her an erection as well. She decided we should wash each other's privates at the same time. Soon her nimble fingers had me gasping and panting. She was plainly enjoying my efforts too, but with much less loss of control. More than once she brought me to the verge of finishing, but never fully reached that destination. Tanya toweled me dry, which included more touching. Then Kissy appeared with a bottle of scented lotion, which she declared it was necessary to use on my entire self. She poured a generous amount onto one hand, rubbed her palms together, and went to work, which lasted for around a half hour. After that third round of being unwillingly excited and left unfulfilled, my legs were weak. They led me naked to the bed I was accustomed to sharing with Margo and got me in the center of the mattress. I had to don stockings while they watched and commented. Tanya lay on one side of me and Caramel on the other. Kissy told me not to worry, because she would take a turn later. For hours afterward I was sexually teased and made to touch the others. Mouths explored my body, focusing at first on my arms and legs. Then they moved to my chest and belly. Someone made a joke about my soft midsection. They placed my one hand so I was touching someone's nipple, and my other on a backside as smooth and hairless as my own. I whimpered as the last of them began kissing her way up my legs. The three of them made sure I was completely aroused the entire time. But they never actually touched my essentials or made me handle theirs. It was enough, at that point, for them to prove again that I could be excited by their efforts, and to make me feel their bodies at the same time. If their goal was to sow confusion in my mind, to make me rethink what they'd repeatedly said about my true preferences, it succeeded. By the time they halted all that, I was in a quandary about my orientation. Then I was allowed to try to sleep, though with Tanya and Kissy hemming me in, it wasn't easy. I had troubling dreams. After I woke up the next morning, I couldn't remember what they had been about. Perhaps that was for the best. The days and nights blurred together. I lost track of time. First I was serving as their maid. Then I was naked and back in scarf bondage. I had to assist them when they dressed and undressed. Their outfits all had that quality of exaggerated femininity. My own were much the same. At night they demonstrated oral sex on a variety of dildos and had me learn their techniques. The queens thought it was comical for one of them to have an artificial cock down her throat, and then give it to me to practice on without cleaning it at all. Them touching me became more intimate. So did me being made to touch them. They would drink wine and always make sure I had some. Even though my portion wasn't a lot, they kept telling me that, if I did anything naughty, I could always blame the bottle. At some point in the midst of all that, I felt nimble fingers between my legs. I had another erection -- of course -- and it was being deftly manipulated. The sensations were amazingly exciting. Tanya whispered, "No one knows how to handle a girl's cock like another girl." My nipples were fingered and sucked while my dick was being fondled. Someone gently took my wrist to guide my hand to a stiff tool, quite a bit larger then my own. I groaned and writhed as the sweet torment went on and on. Without meaning to, perhaps thinking that my own pleasure would cease if I didn't reciprocate, I began to caress the penis in my hand. It was shameful, but I was rewarded with the touch of lips on my inner thighs. A tongue lapping my scrotum. An anonymous mouth kissing my shaft. Someone chiding me about how having such a small endowment made me a sissy. A mouth -- I thought it was a different one -- engulfing my manhood and taking it all in. I was in a delirium of confusion and urgent need. A cock appeared in front of my face. It was dusky. I knew it belonged to Caramel. My lips parted with a will of their own. All at once I was returning the favor, sucking on her rigid rod, swallowing as much as I could. At that moment I didn't care about anything else except the circle of lust that we were all sharing. My own release was about to happen. I backed off Caramel until only her knob was in my mouth, used my hand to rapidly stroke her, and felt her spunk jetting against my active tongue. At the same moment, I was seized by a quaking orgasm. It seemed to go on and on. At last the two of us relaxed. I swallowed a generous helping of cum. I saw that it had been Kiss-Sandra giving me fellatio. She crawled up the length of my exhausted form, pressed her lips to mine, and kissed me deeply. She forced my own semen into my mouth and I swallowed that too, though shame was rising up inside me. Then she kept moving until her cock was poised at my lips. It had a slight upward curve. Tanya told me, "It took three of us to get you off so nicely, Penny. Now be our HUNGRY vixen and make sure that all of us have as much fun as you did, darling." Without conscious thought, I took Kissy into my mouth and swirled my tongue around her corona. I sucked hard but didn't rush. What else could I do? Everything had gone too far. I was dimly aware of still more pictures being taken. I reached up and toyed with Kissy's nipples. When I got her past my gag reflex, as I had been taught to do with the dildos, I was strangely proud of myself. I worked her like she had done to me and made sure she had a wonderful finish. That left only Tanya. She helped me down off the bed and onto my knees. Then she put herself in front of me, perched on the edge of the mattress. Her cock was the biggest of all, thick-veined, with a bulbous head. For a long moment I stared at it. My male instincts belatedly told me to retreat. To refuse. To run. But whatever the queens had done to my mind, what new thoughts they had created, or perhaps slumbering ones they had awakened, I instead licked it lovingly. I lapped her balls and worked my way up the underside of her shaft to the impressive head. Then I capped it and bobbed up and down, taking more in with each movement, until I was deepthroating her like an expert whore. Shamelessly, I sucked, pulled away, and let it pop free with a wet sound. I caught it between my lips like a striking cobra, held it, and playfully began using my tongue everywhere it would reach. With a flash of realization, I saw that I was in control, even if it was only while I was suctioning and nibbling and kissing the cock of another man, or perhaps more accurately, another queen. Not until Tanya was on the brink did I deliver my final assault, massaging her balls while I ran her full enviable length in and out of my accommodating throat. She blasted while I was on the out-stroke, and I froze so all her discharge would end up in my mouth, not go directly down my gullet. I sucked hard and pumped her with one hand, making sure I got every last salty drop. Not until she was fully drained did I stop. The sense that it was me in charge, albeit in a limited way, persisted. Still on my knees, I gazed up at her and lewdly parted my lips, letting a string of semen and saliva drool from my mouth and land on my rising and falling chest. Tanya sighed loudly and let herself drop back. I swallowed the rest of what was puddled under my tongue, looked at the other two queens, and lasciviously licked my lips. After that their visit like an nonstop orgy. We all have our limits, so much of the time we just enjoyed foreplay marathons, and stored our big releases for later. After we had let our balls get especially backed up one day -- I still hadn't regained track of time and didn't know the date -- the three of them all appeared in full drag and gathered by the living room couch. I was in a baby doll nightie with no panties, and wore shiny stockings that I loved to run my hands over. My make-up was sort of plain, which bothered me. "We're going to play a game," Tanya announced. "You're going to be blindfolded, we'll line up on the couch, and you can service us all with that oh so talented mouth, Penny. Then you can try to guess in what order you sucked us off." I still had moments of wanting to escape from the vortex of femininity and perversion in which I was caught, but that wasn't one of them. Maybe it was those pills. In a matter of days I had come to equate giving sexual favors with being accepted, having an identity, and pleasing others. Even though it ran completely counter to my male self and everything I believed about that part of me, I couldn't reclaim my life at that point. Tanya put the blindfold on me and I heard the three of them giggling as they got onto the couch. I knelt and, feeling especially slutty, shuffled toward them. I groped around and found a pair of legs. Then my hands went higher and I touched the hem of a dress. As I pushed it up onto a set of thighs, and eased the knees apart, I angled myself forward. My hands touched a cock unrestrained by panties. I massaged it quickly into full tumescence. Blindly I brought my widely parted lips to it and was rewarded with the increasingly familiar feel of it filling my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, rubbing against my pallet. I started to suck and swirl, to take it in as if my throat was a woman's most private place. They took turns speaking, I suppose so that I couldn't tell who was who. But what they said was all the same. "Tell us how much you like this, Penny." "Let's hear what your favorite parts are." "Come on, pussy mouth. Talk dirty to us." Alternating my new skills with filthy words, I startled myself by what a tramp I was being. I couldn't stop myself if I had wanted to. "I love having a cock in my mouth. And my throat. It's what I was born to do. It's wonderful when I have a pair of balls making my cheeks bulge out. The taste of cum is my flavor of the week. The month. The year." "Do you want this all to stop?" "No." I told myself it would soon be over. And that I could resume my old life again. With only straight sex with my wife. But while I was still caught in the spell they'd put me under, I went on with, "I want it to never end. I love feeling your hands on me. And being your good Penny. Penny Sucks-a-lot. That should be my new name. I can't get enough of this. And licking your nipples. And kissing your asses. Plus whatever else you might think up for me to do." Between gobbling cocks, I babbled on like that, about not only sex but my outfits, make-up, and the dildos. Vibrators. I told them I was ready to try the butt plugs they had in their bags. And that I was starting to like my spankings. I even made suggestions for elaborate and obscene foursomes. After what seemed like an entire evening, I had sucked off all of them. They had me get up on my haunches and play with myself for their entertainment. I jerked off, diddled my nipples, even toyed with my nether pucker. Then Tanya told me not to finish myself. I was disappointed. My intention had been to shoot into my palm and then make a performance of slurping up the mess. Pleasing them had become an obsession. Tanya's fingers touched my blindfold. She gently removed it. I ran my eyes down the length of the couch, seeing that I had guessed correctly which cock was whose. I was about to brag about that when I caught something else at the edge of my field of vision. When I turned to see what it was, there sat my wife Margo, on the leather recliner. On the easy chair beyond that was a woman I didn't recognize, a rather mannish one in a pants suit. It was such a shock that I nearly swooned. "M... Margo," I said in a strained whisper. "Hello, faggot. When your new friends told me how you seduced them all, I couldn't believe it. Even when they showed me pictures, I tried to deny it. But this little demonstration convinced me. I'm married to a kinky homo. But I won't be for long." She gestured toward the other woman. "This is Laurie. She's a lawyer. I met her on that lesbian retreat before, and when I found out your nasty secret, I got in touch with her." My wife eyed the other female with smoldering passion and said, "She's been a great comfort to me these past several days." I said desperately, "It's not true. They did something to me. Messed with my mind. I'm straight, Margo. You know that." "Do I? Not after what I just saw and heard. But I'm willing to take some time and think about it. Let's say for a month. Tanya told me she can find a place for you at that club where she and the others work. They have a sort of dorm where they all live. I'll call your boss and tell him you need a leave of absence for personal reasons. And Laurie has agreed to move in here while everything gets settled. If I get bad reports back from Tanya and the others, Laurie will even handle our divorce. Of course, with me as the main earner around here, and that prenuptial agreement I got you to sign, well, you might want to hang on to your new job at the club. I mean, if I have to tell your boss about your other side, which I'd feel obligated to do, he might prefer not to have you around. I mean, he's liberal and all, but by the end of three weeks you'll have been seen by so many people at the club." She turned to Tanya. "What did you say Perry... I mean Penny... would be doing there?" "Oh, circulating through the audience, being a sort of greeter, getting acquainted with men, giving lap dances, providing overnight escort service. Nothing too strenuous." Margo chuckled. "I'm sure. I just hope she doesn't get too aggressive with any of them." "We thought of that," Tanya assured her. "She took something from the end table." Standing up, she said to me, "Wipe that cream off your chin, lick it from your fingers, and come sit between Caramel and Kissy." I numbly obeyed. With everyone looking, the girls on either side of me pulled my knees aside. Tanya held up a small contraption made of metal. There was a ring and a separate cap-like portion. She told me, "This is a chastity cage, Penny. It will keep you from forcing yourself on any of the many men you meet." The others gripped my arms while she squatted in front of me and closed the ring behind my balls. Then she took the cap, fitted it over the end of my member, and began pressing it toward the ring. I saw that there were inter-connecting parts that were lined up. It didn't seem like my entire penis, even as small as it is, could be contained, but she managed to compress it all into the small space. Then she produced a little red padlock in the shape of a heart, passed it through the aligned staples, and paused. "When I click this shut, you won't even be able to play with yourself, Penny, let alone have anyone else make you feel good down there. Those undersized balls of yours are going to get very sore. But don't worry. I'm going to give the key to someone very trustworthy. Someone who has only your best interests in mind. And who is eager to see you reunited with your gorgeous wife." She looked at Laurie and asked, "You don't mind being Penny's keyholder, do you, dear?" "Not at all," said the lawyer. "I'll put it in a safe place. It will be fine. Even if I have to take care of it for a long time. A very long time." I gasped. My voice quavered as I said, "Please. Not that." But Tanya closed the lock. She got up and gave the key to Laurie. The lawyer went to Margo and said, "You poor dear. I know you need some comforting. And since that poor excuse for a husband was so unfaithful, you have no obligation to be true to him. Or her." Margo turned up her face, closed her eyes, and received a lingering, open-mouthed kiss from Laurie. I could only stare and try not to weep. My wife and her friend -- extremely good friend from the look of things -- went toward the unused guest bedroom. Tanya and the other queens took me to the main bedroom. They tested my responses to having my body stroked, ears licked, and nipples sucked, just to be sure the chastity device worked. It did. I was panting with need within seconds, and it kept getting worse. After that they bundled me off to the club, where I was facing three long weeks of being ogled, getting manhandled, and having to keep randy patrons happy. It was going to be a long 21 days. Where would it all lead? Who would I be by the end of it? Was there even a slim chance that I would be taken back by my bride? I didn't have any answers. I only knew that strange changes could occur when drag queens came to visit. ********* (This story was inspired by some of the clever and wickedly sexy captions posted at crayle2.deviantart.com/gallery. Take a look and leave Crayle some comments.)