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MY NYLON GODDESS - CHAPTER TEN "Darling," I called, "have you seen my earrings?" "Which ones?" the familiar voice floated up from downstairs. "My favourites - you know, the golden ones, with the Celtic knot design? I wore them last night to the party - but I can't find them." "I'll have a look around." As I waited for any news of success I studied my reflection in the mirror. The eye makeup was heavier than usual, the dark, smokey look almost Goth-like, and the lipstick a bright red rather than the pink I normally preferred. But I wanted to look sexy and just a little bit slutty - and this was certainly both. I'd also let my hair down, quite literally. Rather than wear it up, as I so often did these days, I'd let my long brunette tresses fall free to my shoulders. My work with the curling iron had given them a lovely wave that they didn't usually have. "Found them - they were in your coat pocket," came the voice from the stairs. "Thanks sweetie," I answered. "No problem at all," he said cheerfully as he entered the bedroom. "That's what boyfriends are for, after all, tracking down lost jewellery ..." As I stood up from the dressing table, I turned to face him. He reached out to hand me the earrings, then stopped, transfixed. "Oh my god!" he breathed, as he looked at what I was wearing. "You like?" I asked playfully. "Are you kidding?" he responded. "You look ... sensational!" It was, I had to admit, a pretty spectacular set of underwear. The bra and panties were made of black, see-through lace, edged in satin. But the real standout was the suspender belt, which was attached to possibly the most beautiful set of black stockings I had ever worn. I especially the intricate, lacy pattern at the top of each leg. It had taken quite a while to fasten the suspenders, as I had never used them before. But I adored the way they felt on me, especially when I lifted the taut straps with my fingers and then let them snap back into place. Combined with my very highest-heeled pumps, they made my legs look like a million dollars. "They were in the parcel that ... she sent you, weren't they?" he asked. I smiled at the faint trace of insecurity in his voice. "Yes, they were a present - and Shauna asked me specially to wear them today." I moved closer to him and put my arms around his neck. "Now don't be jealous, babe. You know about my arrangement with her - even if it's been a while since we last got together. But you're the one I love, you know that. If you wanted to see me in suspenders, you could always have bought me a set yourself!" I kissed him on the lips, teasing him with my tongue. "Besides," I whispered in his ear, "you could always help me break them in. The train's not due for a while, so I've still got time - if you're interested, that is ..." I reached down and cupped my hand over his groin, then gave a squeal of unfeigned delight. "Ooh - and I do believe you are, you naughty man!" Dropping to my knees, I unbuckled his pants with well-practised hands and drew out his semi-erect organ. It didn't matter how many times I'd done this before, giving oral was still my favourite thing to do. I loved the taste and feel of a cock in my mouth, as it swelled up under my expert ministration. I loved the way it pushed down my throat. I loved the way that having my face pressed against a man's groin filled my vision, except when I looked up and into his eyes. I loved the feeling of having my face fucked. I loved the vulnerability of being so totally within a man's power, and yet at the same time knowing that he trusted me not to bite down on his most sensitive part. I loved, in short, everything about cocksucking. And so I went at it with a will, adoring the way that he grabbed my head not just to guide it in its work, but so that he could start thrusting himself into me. But I also knew enough to be aware when he was starting to get within reach of his climax. Because today of all days, I knew, a blowjob wasn't going to be enough. I was about to go and see my goddess, and who knew what she might have me do while I was with her. I had never revealed anything like the full catalogue of the crazy things that I had done at Shauna's bidding. But my boyfriend knew enough to be aware that I had very few limits when it came to her. So it was important to remind him that I was indeed still his as well. Which is why I opened wide and carefully disengaged myself from the fleshy spear that was plundering my mouth. Clambering to my feet, being careful not to topple off the skyscraper heels, I grinned and said: "Time to fuck me, lover. Standing up. I know you love doing that!" He gave me a wolfish grin. "You bet. Right here?" "Right here," I affirmed. Turning round, I pulled down my panties - which I'd carefully positioned over the suspender belt for just this eventuality - and stepped out of them. Then I gasped as I felt his stiff member pressed up against my buttocks and at the same time his questing hand reached around to fondle my hairless genitals. "You've shaved too," he observed. "Another one of her instructions?" There was that tone again. "Yes, but I'm happy to do the same for you," I answered. "But I'd be happier still if you were inside me." And with that I wiggled my bottom against his erection. "Yes ma'am," he answered with a laugh - and I knew then that he could and would cope with me renewing my strange relationship with Shauna. Because whatever else she could do to me, this wasn't one of them. "Hang on," he said, "let me grab some lube." While he was searching for it, I bent over slightly, braced my hands on the dressing table, and lifted my butt in the air. "Mmmm," he said from behind me, and I shuddered as I felt the cool gel being poured onto my eager asshole and then pushed inside by his strong fingers. "Those heels put you at the perfect height," he added happily, and I felt the tip of his cock pushing against my ring. I gasped as he slid easily inside my well-greased passage, then sighed with pleasure as I felt myself filled. "Mmmm, you have such a beautiful ass," I heard from behind me. "And these feel pretty fantastic too!" he added as he ran his hands down my thighs to my stocking tops. I had to admit that it was a real turn-on to feel his hands moving from the smooth flesh of my legs to the slinky black nylon. But at the same time, I badly wanted more than just a stationary cock inside me. And I did have a train to catch too ... "Well if my ass is so beautiful," I responded, "why aren't you fucking it?" " I love it when you talk dirty too," he laughed. But all the same, he started to thrust in and out. I'm not sure why, but I was feeling especially excited. Maybe it was just the thrill of being taken while I was wearing such fantastic lingerie. Or perhaps - not that I would have told my partner this - it was the anticipation of seeing the woman who'd bought it for me. But whatever the reason, this morning I didn't just want to be penetrated. I wanted to be reamed. "Harder, darling, pleeeease," I cried, beginning to push my butt back into him to heighten the impact. Something about my intensity must have registered, because he grabbed my hips and started to slam into me, far more roughly than he would normally do. As well versed as I had become in anal sex, I can't say it was particularly comfortable having him drive into me so hard. The slap that his pelvis made against my buttocks was almost like being spanked, and I wondered if I might end up with bruises as a result. But I really didn't care. "That's it, fuck me like your slut, your dirty little slut," I yelled. That seemed to drive him to even greater violence and I was wincing and moaning now with every jolt, His pounding was now frantic, the rhythm too fast for me to match, so I simply stood there, bracing myself as best I could with my hands, and endured his assault. He was crying out now between ragged breaths, as he poured every bit of arousal and effort he could muster into me, to the point where I could almost imagine his balls disappearing into me as well. But if he couldn't quite manage that, he could certainly empty them into me. And so he did, with each spurt accompanied by a guttural howl, until finally he held himself deep inside me as the last drops of cum were squeezed into my willing pit. I straightened up, still impaled, and pressed myself back into him. He responded by burying his face in my neck, still panting from his exertions and the strength of his climax. "Shit," he exhaled. "What was that about, babe?" I twisted around and found his lips. We shared a kiss whose sweetness was almost shocking compared to what I had just experienced - though it was far more typical of our lovemaking. "That was about you giving me exactly what I needed ... thank you darling," I murmured, still fighting to get my own breath after the intensity of the fucking I'd just received. "Now, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to need to do some emergency draining, otherwise I'll be leaving a trail all the way to the train station. Though it feels like you left some of it so far up me it may never come down ..." He laughed as he withdrew his dripping organ and grabbed a handful of tissues for the two of us to use. "I'm pretty sure that between anatomy and gravity, that's not going to happen, honey!" After I had mopped up as best I could without taking a shower, I put my panties back on, repaired my lipstick, then went to the wardrobe to find my leather coat. "Wait," said my boyfriend, "that's all you're wearing? Just a coat?" "Yep," I answered. "And before you ask, yes, that was another one of Shauna's instructions. You know, presumably so I can flash the other passengers if I get bored during the journey." I picked up my handbag, located the overnight bag I'd packed earlier and headed downstairs. He was still shaking his head as he saw me off at the front door. "I can't believe you still do what she tells you, even after all this time," he said. I shrugged. "She's my -" I was about to say "goddess," but stopped. It was how I thought of Shauna, but it wasn't a term I expected even someone who'd known her as long as my boyfriend had to understand. "She's the person who made me what I am," I amended. "I have a lot to thank her for. And so do you, right?" He grinned. "Can't argue with that, gorgeous. Take care of yourself, okay? And give Shauna my love." "Will do," I said, then kissed him long and hard. "Love you, Kevin. See you tomorrow night, yeah?" I headed off down the street, but turned to look back just before the corner. I saw him wave and blow me a kiss, his blonde hair glinting in the morning sunlight, then step back inside our house. As I sat on the train, nylon-clad legs elegantly crossed and aware as always of the admiring looks I was getting from the men around me, I reflected that this was the longest break I'd ever had between trips back to my home town. I had moved away with my parents when I was still in high school, not long after coming out to them about dressing as a girl, and my desire to live as one. The first few weeks had been predictably rough. But I was their only child, and in the end a combination of their love for me and my insistence as to the genuineness of my feelings won them over. But their price was that I agree to go with them to another city, where they suggested I could make a new start as a girl, and where my father would be able to get a good job. Relocating was tough only in the sense that it meant losing ready contact with Shauna, Tessa and the twins - and of course Justin, my new boyfriend. But in every other respect it was, I had to admit, a smart move. There were too many people who knew me as Alan and might recognise me in my new guise. And I was adamant that I wasn't prepared to keep dressing up as him and going to school. Not that transitioning to a new life was easy. At the time, there was no way of being legally recognised as transsexual, and I couldn't enrol at a girl's school without papers to establish my identity as a female. So I was home-schooled for a while, before eventually going out to find work in a succession of secretarial jobs. Most of the firms who employed me had no idea I was anything other than the glamorous young woman I pretended to be. I wrote regularly to Shauna, though she rarely responded, and every few months I would visit her for a night of debauchery of one sort or another - or sometimes just a pleasant evening at the pub. But my relationship with Justin didn't survive. It wasn't just the physical distance. He had always been gay, and I think came to the conclusion that his dalliance with me was something of an aberration. We parted on amicable terms, not least (although I didn't mention this at the time) because I'd started going out with my then boss, an attractive older woman who'd discovered my little secret and found it exciting rather than a turn off. From time to time, Justin and I would reunite for some spectacular if casual sex, and I consoled myself with the fact that, at least as he told it, I was the only "girl" he'd ever actually slept with - as opposed to the ones he pretended to date to keep in with his straight friends. Still, I was happy enough going through a succession of relationships with both men and women. But there was nothing even vaguely permanent, until by chance I ran into Kevin at a shopping centre in my new home city, where he was also now attending university. I had not spoken to him since that incredible night at the party where, on one of my first ever outings as Alannah, we had danced and kissed - and I had given him a handjob, while we smooched in the back of his friend's car. He had wanted to see me again after that, but I had initially resisted the idea, not least because he had no idea I was not a girl, and that we went to the same boys' school. But I eventually relented and agreed through the agency of Shauna, who had gone out with his friend Chris, to meet me for a drink at the pub where Shauna worked. Only he had never shown up - and I had ended up going home that night with Justin instead. Despite the years that had passed since then, we recognised each other right away and, after chatting awkwardly for a while, agreed to go and have a coffee. And thus started a friendship which was to slowly bloom over many months into something more. He explained at our very first reunion that he had failed to show that night at the pub because he was certain I was too good a catch for the likes of him. Struck by the irony of that explanation, I very nearly told him my secret then and there. But even though I had become thoroughly comfortable with who I was, I was still leery of opening up about it. It was not unusual even for some of the men I dated not to discover the truth, if our relationship ended before they got into my pants - and even if by that stage I had progressed to sucking their cocks. With my female lovers, by contrast, I tended to be far more open - and they usually were a lot quicker to pick up my original gender. Eventually though, I came clean to Kevin. At the time it didn't seem to matter, since our relationship was purely platonic, though he was more than a little shocked. That gradually lessened over time, however, as he started moving more in my circles, which perhaps understandably included a lot of people with distinctly "alternative" approaches to sex and sexuality. The fact was that he still had the characteristics that had attracted me to him back in high school - the energy, the impish and self-deprecating sense of humour, and the air of vulnerability. And, if I said so myself, I had only grown more beautiful as I had aged into what I now thought of as womanhood. As friendship became affection, and affection ripened into love, the only question became whether he could be reconciled to the fact that I couldn't offer what a "real" girlfriend could - not fully at any rate. But after an uncertain start, which made us both doubt whether we could make a go of it, we had a night in bed where everything seemed to click. After that, it was only a question of time before we moved in together, in a house that he was renting after finishing his studies and starting work as an engineer. In all this, my relationship with Shauna slipped into the background. I still wrote to her from time to time, but if I ever got a response, it was from Tessa, who was still her girlfriend. But now, out of the blue, had come the parcel of lingerie and the summons to visit her. I had long confided in Kevin how I had first become Alannah, even if I had glided over some of the less salubrious details of our exploits together. He had a sufficient sense about the strength of my bond with Shauna to agree to my going, although I had been working hard to prove that he had nothing to fear where the future was concerned. And so it was, after a lengthy train journey and a taxi ride from the station, I walked up the steps to the address I had been given. It was a fairly large terrace house in an inner city area that had previously been run down, but that seemed to be on the rise. I rang the bell and, after a short delay, heard steps inside. The door opened, to reveal the welcome sight of a beaming Tessa. I gave a cry of delight and moved forward to envelope her in a hug, before stopping abruptly as my eyes took in her appearance. "Oh my god, Tess! What the hell is that?" She grinned and patted her swollen belly. "Well, duh, what do you think it is? Come on, you can still give me a kiss!" I moved to one side to avoid the massive lump and then threw my arms around her. "It's so good to see you!" I murmured. "But I seem to be a bit behind on the news ..." As she released me, she gave an apologetic smile. "I'm still trying to come to terms with it myself, sweetie. Guess I haven't been that good with letting people know." I found myself staring again at her distended tummy, then looked up into her face. She was understandably a little heavier than when I'd last seen her, but her sparkling eyes and glowing skin suggested she was in good health, notwithstanding her condition. "Well you certainly look well," I said. "But, um, if you don't mind me asking ... whose is it?" "Why, mine and Shauna's of course," she answered without any change of expression, as if used to answering the question - which I supposed she probably was by now. "But I mean -" "I know," she said, cutting me off. "You mean, who's the father? It was one of our friends - one of our gay friends, actually. He very kindly volunteered to supply what we, um, were lacking. It took a bit of effort, mind you, to make sure he was up for the job. I'll tell you about that one day over a glass of wine. Not," she added darkly, "that I'll be having another one of those for a while. But, we wanted a kid. Or I did, anyway, and Shauna was happy to go along with it if I did the hard work. Which, you know, I'm happy to do." Her smile returned as she said this last. "Well congratulations Tess," I said. "It's a big thing to take on, and I think you're very brave. But if anyone's going to make a great mother, it would be you." We hugged again, this time for much longer, and each fought a losing battle with our tear ducts. I was still wiping my eyes as she invited me into what was clearly a reception area, with a waiting room off to one side and a hallway leading further into the house. "What is this place?" I asked, mystified. "Well," said Tessa, "Shauna and I live on the top floor, but the rest of it is for our business. It's a bondage house." "A bondage house?" I repeated incredulously. "I mean, I knew Shauna was dabbling at being a professional mistress, but ..." Tessa grinned at my reaction. "She was. Dabbling I mean. But when we realised just how much money she was making, even without a proper dungeon, well ... it was a no-brainer. We bought this place and refurnished it about a year and half ago. There's a couple of dungeons on the floor above us - yes, I know, not ideal, but it was too expensive to put them in the basement - and a special room for the crossdressers. Shauna will give you a tour later." "Wow," I said, trying to take all this in. "So where is she?" "Just finishing off with a client. But she's blocked out the rest of the day. She'll be so pleased you've come, even if she doesn't say so. And I'm really pleased, dear, you know how much you mean to us." She gave me another hug, and it was all I could do not to start crying again. I worshipped Shauna, and I would do almost anything for her. But I had always felt closer to Tessa, and if she hadn't been in a relationship with my goddess - well, who knows? "So," I said, "do you, um, work in the business as well?" Tessa laughed. "Not the way you mean - or at least not any longer. I did dabble a bit, but it really wasn't my thing - except for the crossdressing. That's something you taught me to enjoy. I still have some clients who really do just want to get glammed up and be one of the girls, without any actual bondage or discipline. Anyway, I kept going with them, at least until I got too far into the pregnancy. I might give it another crack after the baby's a little older, but we'll just have to see. Otherwise, I work as the receptionist and do the books." "Does anyone else work here?" "We've been looking for someone with experience, especially in the areas Shauna's not too keen on. Haven't found the right person yet. But Shauna did bring someone in as a trainee, and she's just starting to do sessions on her own. Want to meet her? She's just in the back room." "Sure," I said, and followed Tessa down the hall, past a kitchen and a staircase leading to the upper storeys. As we entered a small living area, a petite woman got up from the sofa. She wore a strapless dress made out of black leather, with a corset-like top that cinched tight and pushed up her small breasts, and a short skirt that would have revealed a lot of her legs, had she not been wearing thigh-high black boots with spiked heels. Her long blonde hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her otherwise bare arms had studded wristbands. "Charlie!" I exclaimed. With a squeal the woman who, as a much younger girl, had been so friendly to me, caught me up in a hug. "It's so good to see you Alannah!" she said. "And I'm sorry it's been so long since I came to visit!" "That's no problem sweetheart, it's my fault too for staying away. And it's wonderful to see you too - though I had no idea you were in this line of work!" She grinned. "I'm not sure I'll stay in it, even though I've really been enjoying it. It's been a great way to make money while I finish my degree, but after that ... ? We'll see." "Don't let her fool you," said a voice behind me. "She's a born mistress, that one." I turned round to find my goddess. She was dressed in a similar outfit to Charlie, except that her cleavage was much more impressive, and to my delight (and total lack of surprise) she wore black nylon tights. "Client's letting himself out," she said to Tessa, and then turned to me. "How are you Alannah?" Her face had that same crooked smile that I had come to know so well. "I'm good," I said lightly, though my heart was pounding, as it so often did in her presence. "Do I get a hug?" "Not until I see some evidence that you've done as you were told," she said in a teasing voice. She gestured at my coat. "Take it off and let's have a look then." I took a deep breath. Time for the big reveal, I thought. Slowly, I unbuckled the belt, and then undid the coat buttons to show what lay beneath. "Will this do?" I asked softly. "Fuck!" exclaimed Shauna, staring at me. "No fucking way!" The other two , who had been standing behind me, hurried round me to see what prompted this reaction. "Holy shit!," exclaimed Tessa. "Are they real?" "They certainly are," I answered proudly. Charlie was staring at me. "Can ... can I touch them?" she asked, far more tentatively than I imagine the mistress who had been training her would have preferred. "Of course sweetie," I said, grinning broadly. "Here, let me make it easier." I reached behind me and unclipped my bra, letting my breasts fall free. Charlie slowly reached her hands up and cupped them, testing their weight. "Well they certainly feel real," she said admiringly. "About a B cup, I'd say?" "Just about," I agreed. "I've been on hormones for a couple of years now, and I gather that's probably as big as they're going to get - you know, without some kind of implants, which is expensive. But they're big enough for me." "And your nipples," said Charlie, still with a tone of wonder in her voice, "are they, you know ... sensitive?" She ran her fingers across the objects of her attention and I gave a yelp. Shauna laughed. "I think you just got your answer, Mistress Charlotte!" "It's good news and bad news," I said. "I get far more turned on from being touched there than I ever used to. But they also get very sore, way too easily. Though they don't sting now as much as they did when my lovely boobs were still growing ... Shauna, is there something wrong?" I had seen my goddess' expression change as something obviously occurred to her. She was staring down at my panties. "So if you got yourself some tits, have you, you know ... ?" She gestured at my groin. It was funny to see her so disconcerted, and in another situation, I might have laughed. But out of deference to her, I resisted the temptation and simply answered in a light tone. "Had myself replumbed? No - or not yet anyway. I'm still making my mind up about it. Again, it's expensive, and the operations don't always work perfectly if you want to get a vagina. But you can see I have more hips now and" - I swivelled around - "a much bigger bum. Though I did have quite a few injections there to help that along." This time it was Shauna who couldn't resist running her hands over my panty-clad bottom. "Well that's certainly not the skinny ass I remember! Bet Kevin loves it ... Or have you come to your senses and moved back in with a woman instead?" I laughed as I turned back to face her. "No, he's still my boyfriend. We've even talked about getting married ... you know, if they ever allow that." "Yeah, like that's going to happen," said Shauna darkly, casting a sideways glance at the woman who, in more enlightened times, would probably have been her wife. "Any way, what about, um ... ?" "I was getting to that," I said patiently. "Here, see for yourself." I pulled down my panties and once again had to stifle a laugh as they bent down to peer at my genitals. "They're ..." started Tessa, then stopped. "A lot smaller, yes," I supplied. "And again, before you ask, no, I can't get my dick up anymore. But I can still come ... with a bit of effort." "But doesn't that, you know, reduce the fun?" asked Charlie. "I suppose. But since I've been Alannah I've been more interested in giving pleasure. Don't know why. It's not as if I don't think women should have orgasms. I seem to remember giving plenty to you three in my time!" They giggled. "But I think it's a psychological thing, just for me, you know, to ... feel more like Alannah and less like Alan." "I think I know what you mean," said Shauna. "I still remember that time I got you and Joanna to give handjobs to that football team. I was surprised when you agreed and fucking amazed how quickly you managed it!" We each grinned at the memory. "Speaking of which," continued Shauna, "did I ever give you your cut of the proceeds?" I gaped at her. "Wait, you charged them for all those handjobs? No, don't tell me, I don't want to know ... Water off a duck's back and all that. Or a slut's bottom in my case ..." I turned to Charlie. "Speaking of Joanna - or John I mean - where is your brother? I was rather hoping to catch up with him while I was in town." "Oh, he's tied up at the moment," answered the blonde dominatrix with a slight smile. "But he said to tell you he'll see you later. He, um, often hangs around here." She ignored Tessa's sudden coughing fit and glanced at the clock. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a client coming in a little later and I have about a gallon of water to drink to get ready for him. But I'll see you later, okay?" I stared at her for a minute, wondering what the water was about, then grinned. "Oh right, I get it! Well, have fun ... It's so good seeing you again, Charlie." She offered her lips up to me and I leant forward to give her a deep, lingering kiss. "Mmmm," she said appreciatively, "same here." She patted me on my enhanced bottom, and headed off towards the kitchen. "That's my cue too," said Tessa. "I've got to get back to the front desk. Shauna, you'll show Alannah the house, right?" "On it babe," said her girlfriend and watched proprietorially as Tess and I shared another hug. As the redhead walked away, Shauna commented: "Amazing, isn't she? The pregnancy thing's a bit of a drag, obviously - especially since she refused point blank to do some sessions with one of my clients who's, you know, turned on by that kind of thing. But she so badly wanted to have a child and ..." "You love her," I finished. "And yes, she is amazing to put up with you ..." I swayed out of the way of her mock slap, then said: "So, I gather you do all your kinky work on the next floor up?" "Yep," replied Shauna, leading me up the stairs. "You ever been in this kind of place before?" I shook my head. "No, but I'll be interested to see what - oh wow!" My reaction was prompted by the appearance of the first room Shauna led me into. I had been expecting a dark, forbidding place of torment. But this was the exact opposite - unless you were allergic to pastel colours. It seemed to be a dressing room stocked with frilly and lacy clothing, though I did notice the odd example of the kind of bondage wear that Shauna herself was sporting. There were even wedding dresses, not to mention gauzy lingerie, wigs and more high-heeled shoes than you could poke a stick at - most of them in sizes far larger than the average woman would ever wear. "The crossdressing room," explained Shauna, rather unnecessarily. "Amazing how many of our clients start in here, even if they end up in one of the dungeons." I pointed to a set of school uniforms on one of the racks. "Are those ... ?" Shauna grinned. "They are indeed - the same ones we used to dress you and Joanna in, all those years ago. Though we had to look really hard to find extra ones in larger sizes. Many of our sissies are built like bricklayers. Actually, some of them are bricklayers ... and lawyers, and doctors and everything in between. Most of them don't look too flash, even though they still seem to enjoy it. But there's a couple who scrub up really well - though none of them as pretty as you." She fingered one of the wigs and looked sideways at me. "You're still working at that law firm?" I nodded. "Part-time, yeah. I've actually started at university. Kevin has been on at me for ages to do it, so I thought I'd give it a go. My boss agreed to give me the time off, so now I job share. He's really sweet." "So does he ... know? About you?" "Yep," I said. "Him and the HR manager. And I didn't even have to give him a blowjob to keep him quiet, either. Though ..." "Yes?" I giggled. "I did anyway, just because he was so nice about it, and he needed cheering up after his divorce. It was only the one though. I mean, if you don't count the Christmas party ... And no, before you ask, Kevin does not know about that. What he doesn't know won't hurt him ..." Feeling the need to change the subject, I said brightly: "So, what about these dungeons?" "Well," said Shauna, leading me out into the corridor and then into the room next door, "we have two, although we also use this as a kind of medical room." The chamber was packed full of strange and scary looking devices into or onto which people could plainly be locked or fastened, together with all manner of unsettling tools and equipment. I gave a delicate shudder. "I think I'll pass on the gory details, if you don't mind!" Shauna grinned at my unease, but nonetheless ushered me into the final room on this floor. This proved to be a space as large as the other two rooms combined. It was much more what I was expecting, with mock torches casting flickering pools of light, dark red padded walls festooned with chains and whips, and a series of benches and racks. It was only when I looked around a second time that I noticed there was something hanging from the far wall. Or rather, not something ... but someone. Uncertainly, I walked closer, to see it was a young blonde woman in a maid's outfit. The bracelets around her wrists were attached above her head to brackets on the wall. But her legs, rather than hanging free, had been lifted up, spread wide and tied into place on either side of her with ropes. Her mouth was stuffed full with a big red ball, which had been fastened into place, while a collar held her neck fast. Only her eyes moved, as they followed my movements. Very familiar eyes ... "Shit!" I exclaimed. Then, more tentatively, "Joanna?" "The very same!" laughed Shauna. She moved round me and used the tip of a riding crop, which she must have picked up somewhere, to lift up the maid's fluffy skirt. It revealed a cock that was held fast in some kind of metal locking device, as well as the top of what looked like a very large butt plug, and a pair of buttocks that were so red that it hurt just to look at them.. "Joanna's been a very naughty maid, and I'm afraid I had to give her a thorough spanking," said Shauna, in an offhand tone. "Our last client really enjoyed watching that ... and even more so when I repeated the dose on him. He was so excited that Joanna had to give him a good sucking. But she seemed to enjoy it far too much, so I left her in here to contemplate what a little slut she is ..." She reached up and undid the ball gag. "Say hello to your old friend," she instructed. "Hi Alannah," said Joanna softly, making no effort to stem the little dribble of cum that seeped from her mouth. "Um, hi sweetie," I said, staring at Charlie's brother - or at least his feminine alter ego. Then I rolled my eyes as a penny dropped. "What's up?" asked Joanna. "It's nothing," I said, "just a bad joke made by your sister ... So, you work here too? Unless you're a ... client?" It was Shauna who answered. "She comes in from time to time when I need a sissy sub to spice up a session. And there are a couple of clients who hire her directly. But John's girlfriend doesn't know anything about his taste for being dressed up and punished, does she?" "No Mistress," answered Joanna. "I keep threatening to bring her over and have her join in the fun," continued Shauna. "That would be funny, wouldn't it Joanna?" "Whatever you wish, Mistress," responded the maid in a placid tone. Shauna laughed. "Oh dear, you must really want to be untied if you're being that submissive! Well, all in good time ..." She strode off to a cabinet, and came back with a length of chain, a collar and some bracelets. "But first things first," she said, turning to me. "Hold out your hands, Alannah," she instructed. "What?" I said, taking a step back in alarm. Oddly enough, I had never been involved in anything like this with Shauna before. Her control over me had always been verbal and psychological, never directly physical. "Oh, the look on your face!" chortled my goddess. "Look, I promise, it's not going to be too extreme. But you do want to get a taste of what we do here, don't you? And if anything freaks you out, or you really don't want to continue, just say the word 'mercy', okay? We call that a safe word. All right?" I looked at her and then slowly lifted and extended my hands. She was my goddess after all ... I watched nervously as she attached fetters to my wrists, did the same to my ankles, then put a collar around my neck and locked it in place. A long chain was attached to one wrist, thrown over a bar bolted to the ceiling, then passed through a link on my other wrist. As Shauna pulled on the chain, my arms were lifted above my head. The next addition was a separator bar that ran between my ankles, pushing them wide apart so that my legs were splayed. Finally, a chain was run from my collar to a small steel loop on the separator bar, and from there to a bolt on the floor. As that chain was shortened, my head was pulled down to about the level of my waist and my bottom pushed out behind me. The process left me stretched, helpless and utterly exposed. Nor could I now see what Shauna was doing behind me, though from the sound of it she was releasing Joanna from her bonds. For around five minutes, nothing happened - which only heightened my anxiety, as I'm sure it was intended to. But finally, Shauna reappeared - though with my head now where it was, I could at most see her lower half. She walked around behind me and applied what I assumed was lube to my exposed asshole. Then a large, cylindrical object was pushed inside. It was big enough to widen my passage, despite the fucking I'd received that morning from Kevin. There was a click and it began to vibrate, sending a pleasant buzz through my rear. "Is that comfortable?" asked Shauna. "Yes," I replied, before immediately regretting it. But it was too late now. "Well in that case ..." said Shauna. The next thing I knew, all hell broke loose in my behind, as the device was turned up to what I assumed was its maximum setting. I let out a wild yell, as the intruder rattled and shook me to the very marrow, sending shards of stimulation spearing through my groin. To add to my discomfort, Shauna attached small clamps to my sensitive nipples, with a chain running between them. "You're lucky I'm letting you off lightly," said Shauna over the din made by the vibrator. "I'd usually put weights on, but I gather you're a little sore there. I am though going to see how you go with this." "This" turned out to be a highly unusual gag, with the mouthpiece consisting of a lengthy plastic cock. This was fed into my mouth and then fastened in place, its end well into my throat. I couldn't help gagging slightly. Then I was left alone again for a while, desperately trying to withstand the relentless tide of stimulation to my back passage, as well as the constant tug on my new breasts. Finally, Joanna - or at least I assumed it was her from the costume - released me from the penis-shaped gag. "Mistress said that you needed to get me up and going," she said. "Her words, not mine!" "And how do I do that?" I asked, then added "Oh, of course!" as the maid lifted up her skirt. The organ underneath had been released from its metal confinement, though it still bore red weals up and down its length. Before Joanna could do anything with it, I asked quickly: "Are you okay, dear?" The abused sissy chuckled softly, and very briefly caressed both of my cheeks. "You're sweet for asking, Alannah, but yes, never better," she whispered from above me. "Now if you don't mind though, I'd prefer to avoid another beating until my poor bottom has had a chance to recover!" "Sorry!" I said as contritely as I could, and opened my mouth to accept what was currently a very limp member indeed. But it didn't stay that way for long as I got to work on it, teasing the tip with my tongue and slurping up and down the shaft. Even chained up and without any hands to assist me, I could still suck cock with the best of them. In no time at all, Joanna's cock - which was a little bigger than I remembered it, although it had been a good while since I'd tasted it - was hard and throbbing. Not that I had all that long to work on it. After only a few minutes of enthusiastic stimulation, the flesh in my mouth was abruptly withdrawn. I was about to voice my disappointment, when I realised that the maid was simply swapping ends. To my immense relief, the insane electric assault of the vibrator was replaced by the more conventional feeling of Joanna's sissy cock. I had been nicely opened up by both Kevin's frantic fuck this morning and the more recent insertion of Shauna's toy. So it was a genuine pleasure now to feel my hole filled with another cock, even if - or, if I was honest, especially because - it was attached to a man dressed up as a blonde bimbo in a fantasy costume. The fact that, like my partner earlier, she seemed to love running her hands over my stocking tops while she pounded me with her meat, was simply icing on the cake. I forgot that I was in a dungeon and chained in a distinctly uncomfortable position. I forgot that my arms were painfully suspended above my head and that my shoulder joints twinged every time i was pushed forward by the force of each thrust. I even forgot the clamps on my nipples and the ache that was building up there. Instead, I looked back between my legs and marvelled at the way Joanna's rampant pole was disappearing into me. And I became aware that something was starting to build, something that was quite different from the enjoyment I routinely now took out of being fucked. Something familiar, if rarely now experienced. Something that was the product of the relentless stimulation of my prostate and my tender breasts ... But something that wasn't about to arrive - or not yet at least. Because with a strangled and still surprisingly feminine moan, Joanna was coming ... and coming ... and coming. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, until I imagined my ass being drowned in her spunk. It seemed to take ages before she collapsed over me, utterly spent, motionless except for the hands that still reflexively stroked my stockinged legs. Finally, with a sigh, she pulled herself out of me, holding her still hard member up to prevent it dripping, then reached down to grab the vibrator and plug me back up again. Mercifully, however, she didn't turn it on again. "Jesus Joanna," I said, "how long was it since you last came, for goodness' sake?" "Three months," she said. "Mistress made me promise to save it up - for you." "Fuck me!" I exclaimed. "Although you just did that pretty comprehensively ..." She giggled at that. "Well," I continued, "I hope the wait was worth it!" Her answer was to walk round in front of me, kneel down and then bring her lips to mine for a soft, sweet kiss that lasted almost as long as her climax. "It was," she said softly, "thank you." "Well that was pretty fucking hot," said a familiar voice behind me. At its sound, Joanna rose to her feet and retreated a few steps. "So, Alannah," said Shauna, "what's the one thing I've never done to you?" There was a strange slapping sound, and I wondered for one horrible moment if she was about to beat me with a paddle. "The one thing?" I repeated. "There's lot of things you haven't done ... thankfully." In the warm glow of the splendid fucking I'd just received from Joanna, I was feeling rather reckless, and far from submissive. But then a thought suddenly struck me. "Oh ..." I said. "That." "That indeed," said Shauna and I could hear the grin in her voice. And now something was slapping my naked buttocks. Something big, heavy and somehow rubbery. "Of course I couldn't have done it back when we first started fooling around. But now I have the ... equipment." She laughed. "I'd show it to you, but I don't want to freak you out. it's ... well, let's just say that the Jumbo option was the size down when I bought this." The something was now nosing between my buttocks. It was withdrawn for a second while the vibrator was removed. As it slid out, I could feel that the toy was slick with the cum that Joanna had so satisfyingly deposited in me. "Ooooh, look at you, all gaping," cooed Shauna. "But I'm sure we can open you up a bit more ..." And without warning, the head of what could only have been a gigantic dildo strapped to her waist was pressing against my anus. Even with the grease that the sissy maid had provided, pus the earlier lube that had been applied, it took a tremendous effort for Shauna to get her toy inside me. And when it did breach me, the pressure was enormous. I was taken back to the very first time that Justin had fucked me, on the night that had so firmly reoriented by sexuality, to the point where the heterosexual boy I had once been was now just a distant memory. The difference was that I had taken quite a few big cocks in the years since. Even if this was built on an even larger scale, I knew now what to do. Relaxing my sphincter muscle as best I could, I accepted the giant intruder rather than fought it. And slowly, it filled me up, more deeply and completely than I could ever remember. By the time Shauna began to thrust the dildo in and out of me, slowly picking up pace as my tortured passage stretched, trepidation had been replaced by a kind of fierce exultation. And when Joanna was instructed to slide underneath me, remove the clamps from my boobs and start working on them with her eager mouth, that inner heat that I had started to feel earlier quickly came back. I could hear Shauna panting now with exertion as she plundered my ass, grabbing my hips just as Kevin had dome earlier in the day, to help send her phallus further and further into me. And I was crying out now with every jolt of her pelvis against my buttocks, and moaning incoherently as Joanna suckled my newly grown tits. And that pressure was rising, and rising, and rising ... There was no physical response in the inert, shrunken dick that wobbled between my legs as I was being fucked by my goddess. But there didn't have to be. I had moved beyond the need for the throbbing rigidity that had ruled me as a teenage boy. All I needed was the sweet release of an orgasm that I could still enjoy, even if it came less often and was outwardly less dramatic. So as I cried out in ecstasy, and as Joanna repositioned herself to receive the creamy discharge that leaked rather than spurted out of what used to be my pride and joy, there was no regret, no second thought, no lack of satisfaction. Because I knew that I had become the woman I was meant to be. And because this was just one more gift from my nylon goddess ... THE END If you have enjoyed this tale, or want to provide feedback, do please leave a review, or contact me directly at [email protected].