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Little ?Miss' Taken

by Couture

(c) 2003 Couture

(FM, Transgender, Femdom , Chastity)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicitstories and situations.  

I've been doing a little winter cleaning.  Anyway, so I found this storythat's been on my hard-drive gathering dust.  It had set there so long,that I had just about given up on it, but thankfully, Vickie Tern was kindenough to help me clean it up.  

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I was dusting beneath the ottoman when the doorbell rang.  It only tookone little chime to send my pulse to racing and cause my heart to gallop inmy chest.  Usually, if I kept totally focused on what Mistress wanted,everything would be okay.  However, unforeseen events, like doorbellsfor instance, almost always spelled trouble.    

I hurried upstairs to find my Mistress and curtsied automatically as I enteredher room.  ?Mistress, there is someone at the door.?

She stood with her back to me, stepping into a small black dress.  ?Youthink I don't know that,? she said. ?Zip me bitch.?

I could feel myself grow aroused at the sight of her half naked body.  ?You'rejust the maid ? you're just the maid', I repeated in my head.  I zippedher dress and picked a stray piece of lint off her shoulder. 

?I want you to go let the guest in now Stacy and show her to the living room.  Itis going to be very important that you remember all your lessons.  Asa matter of fact, you might say this is a KEY moment.?

My heart went beyond racing - it galloped, it pounded, it gonged at the mentionof a key.  THE KEY.  Yet through it all, I managed to keep my expressionneutral. 'Smiling and submissive, smiling and submissive,' I repeatedto myself.

?You do you remember your lessons, don't you Stacy??

?Oh yes Mistress,? I said, as I grabbed the hem of my short skirt, liftedit, and curtsied deeply.  ?Slut Stacy is happy to serve her Mistress.  Happyand eager, but she has such a hard time thinking.  It's good she has sucha kind, smart, and generous mistress to tell her what to do.?  

I batted my eyes, pointed my toes together in my tall high-heeled shoes, giggledand licked my lips seductively.  There was an art to acting like sucha slutty bimbo, and it hadn't come easy, especially for me, but by now it wassecond nature.

?Very good Stacy.  See that you remember or I will send you off again.?

I fell to my knees and proceeded to lick her boots.  I worshipped themwith my tongue, begged her not to send me away, and meant it

"Stop your sniveling slut,? she said.  ? Do something useful likeanswering the door."

My breasts had fallen out of their cups while I was down on the floor.  ?Ohyou naughty ? naughty girls,? I giggled, as I pushed my bosoms back into theircups. Mistress smiled knowingly, but didn't laugh.

?That's my girl,? Mistress said.  ?And remember bitch, happy, eager,and submissive.?

?Yes, Mistress.? I said, smiling and curtsying.  How could I ever forget?

I hurried downstairs, opened the door, bowing as I did so.  ?Welcometo the Arlington residence. . . whoopsie daisy!?  My breasts spilled outof the low cup top just like always. Of course I had to act surprisedand stupid about the whole thing. I placed my hand over my nipples, andwas just about to go into my 'naughty girls, you know better than that routine,when I glanced up at the visitor.  My mouth hung open and my heart misseda beat, when I recognized the guest.  It was Stacy!  The real Stacy!  Myreal Stacy.  I closed my eyes momentarily and concentrated.  God,this was bad.  Really fucking bad .  On a scale from one to ten,this was a fucking thirteen.  ?Happy Eager Submissive Bimbo Fuck Toy HappyEager Submissive Bimbo Fucktoy ', I repeated in my mind. ?You are just themaid Stacy.  Only the maid.'

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in character.  ?Mistress Amandawill be down shortly, follow me to the living room . . . I think it's thisway?

?Thank you,? she said, without a hint of recognition in her eyes.  Icould hear the amusement in her voice.

I led her to the living room, knowing full well she was watching me walk.  Ihad practiced it often enough, and now it was second nature as I brought myfoot forward and stepped inside the other with every step ? rolling my hipsas I did so.  It was a walk that would shame a prostitute or exotic dancer.  Tomake matters worse, my uniform was so short that it allowed whoever was behindme to see the cheeks of my bottom peek out with every step.

?Won't you have a seat Madame?? I asked, motioning her to the couch.

She sat down gracefully, and I waited patiently by the door.  I did mybest not to look at her, tried to blend into the palm that was beside me.  Iprayed she wouldn't notice me - wouldn't notice who I was.  I quiveredinside, trembling in fear, wondering what my Mistress had planned.

Waiting was agony.  I was so anxious that sweat was rolling down my arms.  Thankfully,it wasn't but a few minutes before Amanda entered the room.

?Hello, Stacy, so nice of you to drop by,? Amanda said, taking Stacy's handsand clasping them, before sitting down next to her.

?What is it exactly that you wanted to see me about?? Stacy asked, unsureof herself, and letting the question hang.

?Well Dearie , I've been so wrapped up in myself, you know, after Adam disappeared,that I really didn't think about anyone else.  And then I felt quite guiltyabout it when I realized you must be going through a lot of grief yourself.  SoI thought we could have a chat and maybe rest your mind a bit.?

?Uh-what do you mean?? Stacy said.  Her voice trembled.

?Dear, I know all about you and Adam.  There's nothing to worry about.  Idon't have a problem with it.?

Stacy removed a hand from Amanda's grasp and pressed it to her breast.  ?Whew,? shesaid.  ?Are you sure?  God, I about peed myself when you called andasked me to come over here.?

Amanda patted Stacy on the knee, in mock consolation.  ?Not at all dear.  Ifeel sorry for you in a way, because Adam never was much of a lover.?

My face burned as she continued.

?But you do have to understand that I would be upset with my husband.  Imean, he couldn't even satisfy the woman he had at home and there he was flittingaround like he was Mr. Man or something.?

Amanda took a small bell from the table and rang it.  ?Stacy,? she saidto me.  ?Be a dear and fetch us a glass of wine.  You know . . .the red stuff I keep in the special rack.?

?Yes, Mistress,? I said, curtsying quickly before Stacy looked in my direction.

I was trembling as I poured the wine.  ?Happy-Eager-Submissive- Fucktoy', I repeated to try to still my shaking hands.  Things weren't lookinggood for me, but Mistress had mentioned the key.  THE KEY.  I repeatedmy mantra and forgot about Stacy and concentrated on the key.  I tooka deep breath and plastered a dumb smile on my face before I returned to theliving room.

Mistress Amanda took a glass of wine off the silver tray I carried and gavethe other to Stacy.  ?Don't you think it's funny Stacy, how your nameis Stacy and my maid is also named Stacy. ?

Oh God, here it was.  Might as well paint a target on my forehead.  

Stacy's brow wrinkled with uncertainty.  ?I guess it could be funny,but Stacy is a fairly popular name,? Stacy said, looking at me as if for support.  Hereyes saying, do you have put up with this often?

If only she knew what I had to put up with.  This was nothing.

?I think the similarity goes beyond names,? said Amanda.  ?Look closer,the resemblance between you two is uncanny.?

Stacy looked at me closer this time.  She recognized why her eyes weredrawn to me before.  I looked like her.  Only while she was casuallydressed, I was dressed in a humiliating maid's outfit, my waist shrunk to tinyproportions due to a restrictive corset, my breasts, the same size as herswere thrust up, practically spilling out of my low-cut top.  She woremore makeup, but while hers was almost unnoticeable, my lips were painted abright crimson and my eyelashes were so long they were clearly fake.

?She does look a little like me,? Stacy said dubiously.

?A little?? Amanda said.  ?I daresay you could have been sisters. Butenough about family, let's talk about lovers.?  To me:  ?Speakingof lovers. Stacy, why don't you go fetch your boyfriend and bring him here.?

Oh God, it was happening.  I curtsied, and saw Stacy head flash in mydirection.  I wondered if she had seen the glint of metal.  If shehadn't she would soon enough.  

I went to the bedroom, opened up the trunk and got out my ?boyfriend'.  Amazingit could still make me blush.  It wasn't just the size, but the shape.  Twelveinches long, so wide that I couldn't close my hand around it.  Flesh coloredwith realistic bumpy veins and a large bulbous head.  On the side, writtenin pink magic marker, it said ?Stacy's Cock.?  The irony wasn't lost onme.  I went to the bathroom, took out the KY, and lubricated my rear passagefor whatever was in store.  ?Happy-eager-submissive-bimbo- fucktoy ',I repeated as I went back to the living room to face the consequences of mypast life.

When I came in the room with the strap-on dildo in my hands, Stacy's eyesopened wide in shock and panic.

?Don't worry dear,? Amanda consoled her.  That's *my* Stacy's boyfriend,and I don't think she wants to share, do you dear??

?Oh no Mistress,? I said, falling into my role easily, as I had done so manytimes before.  Always the same.  Always having to beg.  I beggedeven when I used to hate it.  I begged even now, though it terrified methat I was beginning to crave it.  "Oh please Mistress, Slut Stacy'spussy is so horny. Her little girl needs a good fucking. Please Mistress,please fuck Slut Stacy with her boyfriend."

Mistress Amanda smiled wickedly.  ?I don't believe you even like yourboyfriend.  Maybe we should give him to our guest Stacy??

?Oh no!  Slut Stacy loves her boyfriend.?  I kissed the head ofthe latex cock.  I could taste the latex.  I used to hate it, butI didn't mind so much now.  Next, I turned it to the side, pushed it inand out of my mouth, knowing how much of a slut I looked like with the cock-headpushing through the wall of my cheek.  I refused to look at Stacy.  Icould only imagine what was going through her mind.

Mistress stood up and turned around.  She spread her legs slightly andstuck out her arse .  ?Beg for it,? she said.

I fell to my knees.  I pulled down her panties with my teeth.  Whileshe stood there holding the hem of her skirt up, I pushed apart the cheeksof her bottom and planted a kiss of respect on her arsehole .   Inibbled lightly at her pucker and flicked my tongue across it lightly.  

?I said beg bitch.  Get your face in there.?

I realized that Mistress wasn't looking for pleasure, but wanted to humiliateme in front of our guest.  I obliged her by pushing my tongue as far upher rear tunnel as I could.  Humming happily and making sucking soundsas I did so.  I tried my best to forget about Stacy there seeing my debasement.  ?Happy,eager, submissive fuck toy', I repeated in my mind.

Most mornings, I would wake Mistress in the mornings by making love to herarse . I did it gently and then with more passion as she grew aroused. Finally,I would  be allowed to move to her pussy until she was satisfied.  Thatwas for her pleasure. But now I was begging, and expected to act likethe deprived slut I was, and Mistress took great pleasure in my humiliation. 

?Oh yeah, that's it.  Get it on up in there,? she said.  ?You loveit don't you bitch??

I moaned my response.

?Uh, I think I better leave,? I heard Stacy say.

"Sit!" my Mistress commanded. Then she realized she wasn'ttalking to me, but to someone who wasn't quite so eager or submissive, andthen her tone softened. "Just a few minutes more Stacy. If youleave, I'm going to do something to hurt this little bitch, and you don't wantthat to happen now, do you?"

?Sorry,? Stacy said, giving me a look of concern, but not that much concern.  ?B-butI gotta go.?

?Convince her Slut.? Amanda said.

I peeked around Mistress's arse .  ?Please Stacy.  Please don'tgo.  She'll hurt me.  She will.?  Tears rolled from my eyesand my bottom lip trembled.  I could play the part of victim as easilyas I could play bimbo.  Stacy eased back into her seat.  She stilllooked over toward the door to make sure the path was clear.  I couldn'tblame her.  I wish I had been able to leave long ago when I had the chance.

?Strap it on me Slut,? Mistress commanded.

I picked up the strap on, inserted the smaller end into Mistress's sex.  Ibuckled the straps around her thighs and waist; I could do it in my sleep. 

?Come here slut.? Mistress pointed to floor at her feet, directly in frontof Stacy.  ?Down here in front of me.?

I dropped to my hands and knees in front of her and in front of Stacy.  Igazed down at her shoes - sensible sandals that matched her sundress.  Iwould never be allowed to wear either.  My heels were always impossiblyhigh. The arches of my feet had been adjusted so that was all that I couldnever wear anything without a four inch heel again.  My dresses were shortand tight.  My outfits were anything but sensible.  I was only allowedto wear maid's outfits, schoolgirl uniforms, nurse's uniforms, or even nun'shabits with the back cut out.  These were my clothes.  And you knowwhat they say . . . the clothes make the person.

Mistress knelt behind me and pressed the head of the dildo against my opening.  ?Doyou want it Slut??

?Oh yes Mistress.  Slut Stacy's little girl needs her boyfriend's bigfat cock.  Slut Stacy needs to be fucked.  Please fuck Slut Stacy.  Fuckher little girl.  Fuck her hot twat.?

She drove it into me then and there.  Fucking me.  Fucking me rightin front of Stacy.  I was so close to her, my head would occasionallybounce into her knee.  She looked at the door, trying to ignore the debaclethat was going on right in front of her.

I grunted and groaned.  I rutted.  I sucked my fingers.  Isquealed.  I pulled on my pierced nipples.  I was an eager, happy,submissive fuck toy.  I hadn't cum for some time ? a very long time.  Yet,occasionally it felt like I would be able to . . .and this was one of thosetimes.  However, I couldn't quite make it happen.  

You would never know it though.  To listen to me, you would think I wasmulti-orgasmic.  Mistress made sure of it, made sure I could fool anyone.  Bynow I could almost fool myself.

I wiggled my ass and pushed back against my Mistress, meeting her stroke forstroke.  Meeting her eagerly.  Our bodies slapped together.  Icurled my toes and screwed my face up in mock passion.  ?Ugh-ugh-SlutStacy's gonna cum.  Oh fuck ? oh fuck, gonna cum so hard!?  

Amanda slapped my ass and pulled my head back by my hair.  ?You loveit don't you Slut.  You love getting fucked, don't you?  I said *don'tyou*??

?Slut Stacy loves it.  She loves it so much.  Oh God- god  Huh-huh-huh . . .here it cums .  The biggest cum ever . . . fuck ? oh fuck ? it'sfucking killing me.  I'm dying.  Ugh-I'm dying?. Mmmm-mmmm --- mmmmppph- cumming .?  I was faking of course.  But, I was good at it.  MegRyan was a fucking amateur in Harry Met Sally.

I arched my body one final time and kissed Stacy's knee.  She pulledit away from me.

?Can I go now?? she was all she said.

?Just one more moment Stacy,? Amanda said, as she grabbed me under my armsand pulled me up against her.  My breasts had been bared during my fucking.  Shehooked her fingers in the rings through my pierced nipples and pulled untilI moaned.  I held my hands laced behind my neck obediently.  I didn'tneed to be told.

Her hand traveled down my stomach and moved to the hem of my skirt.  Theblood pounded in my ears.  The moment had arrived.  Then Mistressraised my skirt and displayed me to Stacy.  

?Are you sure you don't recognize anything?? Amanda asked, squeezing my ballsand pulling my sleeved cock away from my body.

?Oh my God,? Stacy gasped.  ?She has a penis.  She is a . . .sheis a he!?

I could my heart pounding as the blood flowed to my blushing cheeks.

?More than that,? Amanda laughed.  ?You've slept with her.   Asa matter of fact, you two used to be lovers.?

?Adam?? Stacy looked at my face, searching and unable to find any trace ofmy former existence, except for my tears.  ?Oh my God.  Adam!  Butthat's impossible.?

?Nothing's impossible,? Amanda said.  ?I'm a plastic surgeon and I'vehad quite a lot of time on my hands.  Time enough to change Adam intowhat you see here.?

?You did this on purpose?  ? Stacy cupped my face in her hands then turnedto Amanda.  ?Made him look like me.  What on earth would you do thatfor??

?He wanted you.  I simply gave him what he wanted, didn't I, slut??

?Yes, Mistress.?

?You let her do this to you?? Stacy asked; her face incredulous.

"Yes," I admitted, repeating my mantra, ?happy eager submissivebimbo', in my head. It was true. I had let her do it to me.  Hadeven asked for some of it, thinking it would be something else. But nowI couldn't explain to her that I'd been tricked. No, that would certainlybe against the rules. Eager- yes, I had to be eager. I couldn't tellher that Amanda had found out about us, found out that I intended to leaveher to live with Stacy, just as we'd agreed. That I'd had no warning.  Thatone day Amanda merely mentioned that I was getting a little fat aroundmy middle and under my chin. 

 ?You should let me take care of that for you,? she said.

It sounded good at first. She was a brilliant plastic surgeon.  Itwould also make me more attractive to Stacy and it would be my last opportunityto have it done for free. I should have known better. I should have suspected,but I was greedy and like an idiot, I agreed. Told everyone I was goingon an extended vacation, just like my wife suggested. Just like all thestars did it.

It didn't work out like I had planned.  Not by a long shot.  

When I woke up, my wife greeted me with tears.  Crocodile tears.  ?There'sbeen a terrible mishap during the surgery, but don't worry.  I'm the bestat what I do.  I'll have you back in shape before you know it.?

I kissed her. I felt guilty for cheating on her. Can you believeit?  Felt ashamed for falling in love with another woman. So I consentedto other 'corrective' operations. I needed to at that point.  WouldStacy want some mangled leper of a man?  No, I was sure she wouldn't.  Therewere many other operations, and I never guessed the truth about them. Not untilI was home and the bandages were removed.
           

The first thing I noticed was breasts. Nice perky beautiful womanly breasts- breasts that belonged on a woman, not a man.  I tried to scream butmy wife gagged me. I tried to fight back, but she easily overpowered me.  Itwas then I discovered I was weaker than before. What had she done to me?

She took out a mirror and showed me the rest of her work. God, it washorrible. My body was beautiful, but it was the body of my mistress andnot my own. I feared for the loss of my cock, the rest could be fixedone way or another. But it was there, thank the Lord, it was down theresafe and sound. 

Yes, it was still there, but there was a problem. There was some sortof ring locked around it. A KTB she called it.  I learned laterthat KTB is short for Kali's Teeth Bracelet, a small tube that fits aroundyour cock. It's the teeth part that gets you. When you get aroused,your cock expands . . . and comes into contact with sharp pointy spikes. 

Did you know that you get hard in your sleep? You do - several timesa night. Now, try to imagine waking up to sharp objects sticking intoyour cock. Imagine for a moment being teased by your wife and forced tothink of other things to avoid being aroused.  Here let me help you out.  Don'tthink of a pussy. See what I mean?  Imagine responding as a man does,only to have Kali's teeth waiting.  Imagine your moans and cries of helplessfrustration being taken for signs of feminine arousal.  It was horribletorture.  A thousand times I wanted to leave, but my wife had insistedshe would change me back once I learned my lesson.  Learned what it waslike to be used.

It was then that I found out that my body wasn't all she wanted to change. Oncethe surgery was complete, she wanted more. . . much more.

?Stacy, if you want me to take Kali off tonight, maybe you could do one littlething for me. . .?

I hated her calling me Stacy.  It dehumanized me, turned me into theobject of her vengeance, but I silently endured it.  Hoping her angerwould run its course.

?I really like the idea of Stacy being my maid,? my wife said.  ?But,I think I would like to see her have a better attitude about things.  Ithink a pretty smile and a nice curtsy when she sees me would be nice.?

?Yes dear,? I answered.  

?Ahem. . .? she said.  ?Forgetting something??

?Yes dear,? I curtsied.  

?Lower, and remember to smile now.  Nice and pretty.  Eager Stacy,think Eager.?

?Yes, dear.?  I tried again.  I wanted to crawl under the table.  Itwas humiliating enough to be forced into a maid's uniform.  But this,this was sheer and utter degradation.

?And you should call me Mistress from now on.  I don't take kindly tofamiliarity with the help.?

I bit my lip to keep from saying something in anger.  This was intolerable.

?I guess we should leave you and Kali alone to think on it tonight,? she smiled.

"No, please don't," I said. Quickly adding, "Mistress." Andplastering a fake smile on my face, squatting down low, and lifting the hemof my short skirt high.  

"Yes, think on that tonight Stacy," Mistress said. "In themorning, I intend to give you much more to think about. But meanwhile, sinceyou want to be so familiar with me." She lifted her skirt and slippeddown her panties. "Here's something for you to become familiar with. Giveme a kiss.  You are going to learn to please me for a change.?

I knelt down and began to orally pleasure her.  Albeit, reluctantly andresentfully.  I had to, I realized, in order to get rid of thatawful KTB. 

?Slow down bitch,? she said.  ?We've got all the time in the world.?

I groaned as Kali's teeth bit into my cock.

My wife moaned in response.  ?Oh you love it don't you Stacy?  Well,don't worry girl, there is more where this came from . . . much more ? a neverending supply of pussy.  Ahhh ?that's it baby?circle your tongue aroundmy clit? mmmmm ?

I had hoped that she would relent, especially considering that I knelt betweenher legs for over an hour.   But, she kept her promise, and I spentanother sleepless night locked in the KTB.  The next morning I was inso much in pain from it and so angry that I was unable to keep up any pretensethat I was her dutiful maid. I took the key from her bedroom and madea break for it.  I only made it downstairs before I was grabbed from behindand held rigid.

"You still need some adjustments in your attitude I'm afraid," Amandasaid, coming toward me with one more hypodermic needle of the many I'd seenin the past months. "You'll be much happier when you return fromwhere I'm sending you now to be trained. These men will see that you arrivesafely, and this injection will assure that you go peaceably. 

I went peaceably, asleep. When I woke up, I was in hell.  I don'teven want to think about that place.  There were four women and eightmen there, and they gave me their undivided attention. I learned a veryimportant lesson.  My Mistress was strict and she could be cruel, butshe was only one person.  They had used me almost constantly in one fashionor another.  Nothing was off limits.  Nothing was taboo.   Theyhad broken whatever fight remained in me.  And now I'd been back for weeks.



Thankfully the KTB was gone, but to get rid of it, I gave up so much. Ibecame the ideal maid. I became a bimbo. In my former life, I hadused women for sex. Now, I was the one who was used. Once, a womanhad been simply a tight hole or eager mouth for my cock. Now I was morea lesbian slave than a man. My mouth was what gave my wife pleasure. WhenI fucked her, it wasn't with my cock but with a dildo. Worst of all waswhen she occasionally brought over male lovers and I had to get them readyfor her. Watched while they came inside her while I was locked into myown prison of steel.  It was so unfair.   

But, as I was saying, thankfully the KTB was gone. In its place I worea simple curved tube. I still wasn't allowed the use of my cock. Shesaid I first had to get my mind right and Stacy didn't have a cock, did she?  Howcould I have a cock if I was to be her substitute Stacy to exact her revengeupon.

There was only one thing that puzzled me about the whole thing.  Stacywas here right now and my wife seemed so civil - so pleasant.  But Amandacould be tricky.  I knew that very well.  Poor Stacy had no cluewho she was dealing with.

?Here's her key.  Take it if you want her.? Amanda said to Stacy.  

KEY?  My mind focused instantly on what was being said.

?Want her?? Stacy replied.

?YES, DO YOU WANT HER?? Amanda said, as if talking to an idiot.  ?She'seager, she's obedient, and she's extremely submissive.  Her tongue's beenpierced and she's a first-class pussy licker who doesn't even care if you'rehaving your monthly visitor if you know what I mean.  You've seen wayshe worships my ass.  She'll do anything.  She's also an excellentmaid.  The most submissive you'll ever have.  And if you ever takea male lover, she'll happily get him ready for you, suck him to hardness ? evenput him in.  Afterwards, if he didn't quite please you, well Stacy willbe quite happy to finish you off with her mouth.  You'll never have toclean up drop of disgusting male cum ever again.  Not unless you wantto.?

Amanda jingled the key.  ?Go on, take the key and she's yours.?

I wanted so much to reach up and grab the key.  I had tried before andrun for the door.  That's what got me sent away.  I never tried again.  

I did the only thing I could think of.  I kissed Stacy's sandals.  Kissedher little painted toes.  Tried to kiss my way up her legs and in betweenher thighs, to show her I could please her.  Please take me away fromthis place, I begged with my eyes.  Please take me away from this cruelmean vengeful woman.

Amanda continued:  ?All you got to do is promise to *keep* her.  I'mgoing to check up on you every now and then and I don't think you will likewhat happens if I find out you've let my Stacy go.  I expect to find herjust as you see her now.?

?Ah. . .? Stacy said, looking at the dangling key, but not touching it.  

Please take it.  Please take it.  Amanda pushed the strap-on deepinto my pussy again.  ?Stop it!  It's your ass, not your pussy',I reminded myself.  ?Get yourself together before Stacy leaves.'  

?You're a man. You used to be her lover. It's now or never'. Isummoned up what remained of my pride and courage, risking my Mistress's wrath. "PleaseMiss Stacy," I begged.

?Miss Stacy,? Stacy said, tilting my head up by my chin.  ?I rather likethat.  I don't recall you ever being that respectful while we were goingout.?

?Ugh ? ugh ? Slut Stacy is very courteous now Miss.?  I wish my Mistresswould stop fucking me, it made it so hard to talk.

?But Adam,? she said.  ?Or whatever you call yourself now.  Whenwe talked of marriage, you were supposed to have money.  That was partof the deal.  You were going to take care of me.?

?I'm afraid she's nothing but a maid now,? Mistress Amanda said, as she ranher hands through my hair, mussing it up.  I hated it when she did that.  Itwas so hard to get it back together again.  ?No judge would ever believethis was my husband.  Perhaps she could bring in some extra money fromcleaning.  She's quite the housekeeper, this one.?

?Yes, Miss Stacy,? I agreed. ?Slut Stacy could work.  She doesn't eatvery much.?  No the corset that I wore didn't permit me to eat more thana few bites at a time.

?But where would you sleep?? she asked.

?With you?? I volunteered.  However her eyes clearly said no.  Ithought she loved me.  ?Anywhere.?

?I don't think so,? Stacy said.

?Please,? I begged.  ?Please take me.?


"See how eager she is," Amanda said, pulling down on the rings in my nipples until I was once again on my hands and knees. "Always begging to be taken.  Just keep a strap-on handy and you've got one happy little . . . fuck . . . toy."

Amanda started fucking me again. Not playful like before, but hard. Mystrength vanished with every thrust. I couldn't stop myself from reacting,and soon I was fucking her back, wiggling, crying, and grunting. My bodywas betraying me.  I tried to fight it, but couldn't keep from becomingthe happy, eager, submissive lesbian slave I had been trained to be. Herfuck toy.

I watched in horror as Stacy's eyes grew distant. She didn't even lookat me, instead turning to my Mistress, my former wife.   ?Well, I'msure that ahh . . . Stacy would be fun to play with for awhile,? she said. "Itlooks like *she* would be quite good at pleasing me in a way that the man thatI'm currently dating doesn't do nearly enough.?

Oh, she was going to take me.  I wanted to kiss her.  Pledge toher my undying love.  If she would only get me away from here and outof the chastity tube, I would show her just how good I was at oral sex.  Ihad spent hours upon hours practicing.

?But, then what would I do with her?? she continued.  ?You see how softshe is.  How easily she is persuaded into things.  Surely you cansee that for yourself.  God, look how she reacts to you fucking her.  Howcould I leave her with a man?  With my man.?

Spurred on by these comments, my wife fucked me harder.  And Stacy stoodup from the couch.  Oh no no no .  Stacy had it all wrong.  Iwould never do such a thing unless she asked me to.  "Ugh-Oh God,please Stacy. Ugh-Ugh, baby please.  Slut Stacy will do anythingfor you," I gasped, while my arse was violated.

Don't you remember me? I'm Adam. I made love to you on the couch,in bed, even took you on the dining room table. Please take me home andfree me from this prison. I'll do anything. I'll pay. I'll work. Buyyou presents somehow. I'll pleasure you five times a day. Spank meif you want. Just get me out of here and get this chastity tube off ofmy cock.  Let me be a man again . . . even part of a man.

God, it all went through my head, and I tried to bring it to the surface,but I couldn't. I could only be the happy, submissive, lesbian slave. Mywife's eager fuck toy.  

I watched in helpless horror as Stacy picked up her purse. "Please," Ibegged, bending down and taking her big toe in my mouth. I sucked on it. Inand out, like on a small cock. In the way my Mistress adored.   

Stacy pulled it free and hastily turned.  I heard her heels clack on thefloor as she was leaving. I willed myself to stop reacting, but I couldno more stop from playing the role than I could stop breathing.  Ofits own volition my body was pushing back against my Mistress, ass wriggling,and squealing like a good little fuck toy. 

God, I couldn't even stop myself anymore. I had played the role too long. Iwondered how long before I forgot that I was even playing a role. Howlong before I thought I was really Stacy . . . Slut Stacy.

One last chance.  I've got to do it. I summoned all my will powerand called out after Stacy. My former lover and my one chance to get free. "Please-takeme-take me - take me," I cried, only to hear the front door slam.

"Oh, I'm taking you alright you greedy little slut," Amanda said, thrusting even harder.

Fuck, it was over. My one chance had left. My one hope was gone. Islumped down and submitted to the ravaging anal assault.   

It should have been the worst moment of my life. Instead, I'm not surewhen it happened, but I noticed something unusual. The cock in my assfelt different, almost like it was hitting me in a slightly different place. Iarched my back and spread my legs wider so that I could experience the magicalfeeling even more. 

"Oh Mistress, you are really deep in Slut Stacy's pussy. Ugh - ugh - you are - oh shit her little girl is so *hot*," I grunted. Oh it was so surprising. I could feel it deep inside me. Deeper than ever before.  It hurt, but it felt good at the same time. That part was usual.  But what was unusual, was the warm glow I felt growing in my loins as my wife continued to fuck me. Dear Lord, it was growing stronger.

" Gonna cum - gonna cum. Oh fuck fuck fuck , gonna cum." My cock strained at the tube. It hurt, but I could care less.

Suddenly, I noticed that Mistress Amanda was slowing her thrusts. Notyet! I wasn't finished.  "Oh don't stop. Please don'tstop. Slut - ah - Slut Stacy needs it.  Oh take me - take me - takeme."

"Tell Mistress what her little girly girl needs."

I couldn't see her, but I could hear the smile in her voice. So arrogant. . . so cocky . . .but I could care less. "Oh please - Stacy's littlegirl needs cock. Hard cock - oh please fuck her as hard as you can."

She was almost all the way out of my puckered arsehole and she thrust hard,spearing me with one hard brutal thrust.  At one time it would havekilled me, but now . . . now it was pure heaven. 

"Oh God - Oh God-" I cried as she plowed my depths. "Ugh-Slut Stacy is gonna cum," I gasped. "Oh my God, Slut Stacy is *really* gonna cum. Oh fuck fuck ahhh ..."

She spanked my ass and pulled my hair. I felt a warm glowing feeling inmy pelvis, and then I came. It hurt, the pain blazed through my shaft,as my cum sought to escape through the curved metal tube. And when itshot out, it was with blazing force and burned like molten lava.

The pleasure, the pain, it was too much. I had never cum before .. .not like that. I remembered hugging my wife, tears falling from myeyes, kissing her, telling her that I loved her. Remembered her takingoff the dildo harness and grabbing my by the ears and forcing my head downto her soaked crotch. 

"You love me huh bitch?" she said. "Well, you'll have plenty of opportunity to show me just how much you love me with that long slut tongue of yours my little slave."

I knelt down before her and did just that. And I never thought about leavingagain. Not even once.

The end

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Hello, fair fans, and welcome to another one of my literary orgies of wild, unbridled sex. If you want to read more of my stuff after reading this, please visit my website. I reserve all commercial and all non-electronic rights to this work. If you are not permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please don't read it. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show. THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES OF MISS K: TESTIFY! ? by: Brett Lynn "Yum! Barbeque!" Miss K said...

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The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K DEVASTATING AND DOMINATING Part 7

Hello, fair fans, and welcome to another one of my literary orgies of wild, unbridled sex. If you want to read more of my stuff after reading this, please visit my website. I reserve all commercial and all non-electronic rights to this work. If you are not permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please don't read it. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show. THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES OF MISS K: THE PHANTOM MENACE ? by: Brett Lynn Miss K drove down I-55...

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Miss Bentner Takes Charge of Elizabeth Part 2

This continues the efforts by 24-year-old Miss Bentner to have disciplinary control over 36-year-old Elizabeth, as she already had control over Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter, Emma. The discipline came first. Now though comes the manipulation of both mum and daughter to ensure both submit to her: Miss Bentner looked at the two bottoms still bent across the table. She knew Emma will be wet with anticipation for her ‘afters,’ finger and tongue sex. It happened regularly after she spanked the...

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The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K DEVASTATING AND DOMINATING Part 6

Hello, fans, and welcome to another installment of the adventures of the 'feisty, glamorous, and quick-thinking' Miss K. Well, she is according to my latest review from LadyCyrrh. If you want to read that review, as well as all my other stories, please visit my site. I reserve all commercial and non- electronic rights to this work. Also, if you're not legally allowed to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please do not read this story. Without further ado, let's get it on....

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The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K TRACYS TURN Part 11

Here's another piece of literature brought to you by the underwear manufacturers of the world, because I hope you ruin them while reading this hot, sexy thing. If it illegal in your jurisdiction to read erotic materials such as this, please don't read this. I reserve all non- electronic and all commercial rights to this work. The name 'Brett Lynn' is a pen name, and I am not connected in any form with anyone with the above name. Now that the legalese is done, let's get...

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Miss Bentner Takes Charge of Emma

This continues the Mrs Denver Prelude series, but is a spin-off. Elizabeth and Emma Carson, mum and daughter, are regularly spanked and caned under the various disciplinary systems introduced by Headmistress Mrs Denver. There is a change in who dispenses that discipline. 24-year-old Miss Hannah Bentner, a teacher at Emma’s school. This is how she takes over disciplining Emma. Elizabeth and Emma sat in the living room chatting. Miss Bentner had offered to give 17-year-old Emma private lessons at...

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The Wonderful Adventures of Miss K CAJUN HEAT Part 9

Hello, fair fans, and welcome to another one of my literary orgies of wild, unbridled sex. If you want to read more of my stuff after reading this, please visit my website. I reserve all commercial and all non-electronic rights to this work. If you are not permitted to read this work in your legal jurisdiction, please don't read it. So, without further ado, let's get on with the show. THE WONDERFUL ADVENTURES OF MISS K: CAJUN HEAT ? by: Brett Lynn "Hey, show us your...

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Loosening Up Book 10 Road Trip EastChapter 25 Mississippi and Louisiana

The song ‘Jackson’ had turned into a fifteen-minute jam-session between Ashley, Dave, the backup singers, and each member of the band. Everyone in the entourage was onstage at the Mississippi Coliseum. The others in the large arena were fifteen-thousand fans of Ashley – a sell-out crowd. They were wild, and they LOVED Ashley. There were signs, t-shirts, banners, and a hundred other ways they expressed that love besides making one helluva lot of noise after every song she sang. Dave was...

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Miss Simons and the School Inspector

Stephanie, Miss Jamieson, the school secretary pressed the intercom. “Hullo, Headmistress. Miss Curtis, the School Inspector, is here to see you.”“Send her in please,” The Headmistress, Miss Simons, replied.The School Inspector listened to the exchange and afterwards said curtly, “The meeting will take about an hour. Please hold everything else until I come back out.”Miss Jamieson looked up at the School Inspector. She was surprised to find she was so young, and no more than twenty-five she...

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Miss Pratts Pundit

Tegan bit her lip MISS PRATT?S PUNDIT July 2, 1982 The two  girls walked carefully, attempting to avoid the rusty cans and general litter on the grounds of the  Craddock-Childress Greens Mobile Home Village.  The taller girl, a pretty redhead in a bikini carried a boom-box, which was emanating Boy George's sordid screams. The smaller girl had short, ratty hair, and wore thick glasses and lugged a copy of "War and Peace" bouncing against her soggy one-piece swimsuit.  "Goddamn if...

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Miss Trottle After School

Miss Trottle was a teacher in a high school in Bristol, Connecticut. It was the end of a particularly hard few weeks because as the summer holidays approach the workload for the teacher doubled, with parent’s evenings, thousands of reports, after school events and end of year exams Miss Trottle was glad of the fact that it was now Friday. The school bell had rung for the last time before the summer holidays and as the sound of the bell echoed around the empty corridors and deserted grounds of...

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Miss Trottle After School

Miss Trottle was a teacher in a high school in Bristol, Connecticut. It was the end of a particularly hard few weeks because as the summer holidays approach the workload for the teacher doubled, with parent’s evenings, thousands of reports, after school events and end of year exams Miss Trottle was glad of the fact that it was now Friday. The school bell had rung for the last time before the summer holidays and as the sound of the bell echoed around the empty corridors and deserted grounds of...

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Miss Bentner Takes Charge of Elizabeth Part 1

Elizabeth Carson walked back up her path enjoying thestinging feeling across her bottom, ready to go to her bedroom and masturbate. She unlocked her front door and walked in to her house. She stopped short when she saw 24-year-old Miss Bentner was already in the hallway with Emma, Elizabeth’s 17-year-old daughter. Miss Bentner didn’t look like a teacher today. She wasn’t in school so that was Ok. Today she wore a tight fitting vest top that showed off her full breasts and firm arms. Her hair...

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Miss Perkins Tuesday

Wake to my alarm and stumble into my bathroom. Remember to not take a shower this time, though I will tomorrow. Splash water on my face then get the radio on and brush my hair. Losing the curls but still looking good. Back to my room to pick out my outfit and I am not sure. Miss Perkins paid attention to me finally.The problem is I can only dress so slutty before the partners complain. There is a certain level of professionalism needed, especially in a law firm. Look at everything then toss...

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Miss Sheila DeVilles School for Wayward Boys

This is a story involving explicitly described sex. If you think you might be offended by it, or you aren't allowed by the laws of the place in which you live to read such a story, don't. If you read past this warning, any offense you take or laws you break are your problem. I've warned you. Permission is hereby given to archive this story anywhere on the Internet, so long as I'm credited as the author, it is reproduced in its entirety (including this disclaimer!) and no fee is charged...

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