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Husband Becomes Helens Submissive Sex-Slave!

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Husband Becomes Helen's Submissive Sex-Slave!

My name is Philip. I am married to a beautiful woman called Helen, and a few days ago... I did something very stupid!

My wife, her mother, her beautician, my P.A. from work, and any of their friends, (in fact, anyone that they choose,) are now completely in control of my life. They are my Mistresses, and I am fully subservient to their every desire. In fact, I am now nothing more than their sex-slave!

Recently, whilst I thought that my wife was visiting her mother, and would not be back all weekend, I decided to indulge myself.

I resolved to use the time to pamper myself, and to pander to my secret fantasy. As soon as she'd left the house, I stripped naked... I showered, and then depilated almost all of the hair on my body below the neck, leaving only a tiny amount around my pubis. I took out my secret stash of women's clothing, separating the various items, and I lay them on the bed.

I sorted out what it was that I wanted to wear, and without pause, I began to dress. I could hardly contain my excitement... it was not often that I had the opportunity to become my 'alter-ego,' and I relished the thought of becoming a woman for the rest of the weekend!

I have been a 'closet' transvestite for many years now, but I had never found the courage to reveal this fact to my wife... I believed that she would be less than understanding, and that it might even threaten to destroy our relationship. I was not prepared to risk a divorce over it!

Little did I realise how severe, and how life-changing a reaction, I was to incite...

I began by putting on my lace-topped, fishnet hold-up stockings. I followed this with a bra, filling it with some silicon 'falsies' that I had bought a few months back... and gluing them to my chest with the adhesive which had come with them at the time of purchase.

I pulled on a pair of 'Sex-Cache' knickers, especially made to hold my cock between my legs, thus hiding my manhood, so that there would be no bulge through my clothing. I decided to wear a waist-clincher... a corset that I'd bought, which could reduce my waist to a very feminine twenty-four inches!

With my undergarments on, I chose to wear a leather mini-dress, which only came down about three inches below my panties... and that showed off the lacy tops of my stockings. I chose some ankle-boots to wear on my feet... they were the highest heels that I owned, and at six-inches in height... I would need to concentrate whilst I walked, so as not to topple over!

I sat at my wife's make-up table, and began to transform my facial features. I thinned my eyebrows, plucking them just enough that I could return to my male persona with minimal explanation.

The foundation came next. I applied it quite thickly over my face and my neck, so as to cover any stubble that might grow during my 'dressed' phase. I lined my eyes with Kohl pencil, and used super-lengthening mascara on my lashes. I delicately applied colour to my lids, added some blusher to my cheeks, and then went to work on my lips. I outlined them with a dark lip pencil, and then chose a scarlet red for my lips. I covered the lot with an 'extreme-shine' lip-gloss, highlighting the lusciousness of my now very visible mouth.

I decided to go the whole hog, and I attached long false nails to my fingers... I did so using very strong glue, knowing that I had at least two days before I'd have to remove them. Once they were attached, I varnished them, using a high gloss red that matched my lips. From my collection of wigs, I chose a shiny, straight haired wig in pure black. It was long, and it came down as far as my lower back. I enjoyed this, as I could swish it around as I walked. In the mirror, I was pleased to see a very sexy looking woman in the reflection!

I was sure that any men who laid their eyes on me, would think that I was a 'dirty bitch,' and would want to try getting into my knickers!

I went downstairs, and decided that I would have a quick nap before deciding what my plans would be for the day. I lay down on the couch, and I closed my eyes, deciding that I would wake up in an hour or so... Something disturbed my sleep, and I slowly drew awake.

As I awakened, I opened my eyes, and gently lowered my feet to the floor. I hadn't bothered to remove my boots, and so when I stood, I wobbled slightly as I found my footing. Although everything was silent, I 'felt' a presence behind me. Slowly, and with some trepidation, I turned around and faced the entrance to the room. Standing there, framed in the doorway, I saw the outline of three women.

My blood went cold! As my eyes adjusted to the light, and the shapes in doorway became clearer. I realised who it was that I was seeing. Standing there, as still as statues, shocked by what they were seeing, were three women... My wife, Helen... her mother, Susan... and my P.A. from work, Karen!

I was stunned, afraid and humiliated. I had been caught, in a most embarrassing situation... I was standing before them, crossdressed in fully feminine attire... including my sexy undergarments, my high heels... and a wig! I was fully made up, too... not only facially, but also including the long, varnished false nails that I had applied to my fingers... and the silicon breast pads that realistically filled the cups of the bra that I was wearing!

"How long have you been standing there? What are you doing home? I thought you weren't coming back here until Monday night, after your visit to your mother's." I stammered out, not knowing what to say.

"Obviously!" Helen replied.

"What's Karen doing here? I almost understand that you could return with your mother in tow... but how come Karen's here too?" I blurted out, blushing profusely.

"Oh... We were just lucky, I suppose! She came to deliver an important document to you, so that you could sign it tonight... and so that she could get it in the last post."

I blushed once again, glancing briefly in Karen's direction. I hadn't noticed Susan reaching into her bag, and taking out her mobile phone, until a bright flash appeared from her hand. I realised that she had switched her phone to 'camera' mode... and now had photographic evidence of what I was wearing, and of the way that I currently looked... evidence of me, fully 'feminised!'

I tried to move behind the sofa, so that I could kneel behind it, and hide from her camera... but before I could do so, my wife sternly said:

"Don't you dare try and hide! Stay exactly where you are. I want you in plain sight, so that we can take more photos of you! You chose to dress like this... so you will live with the consequences!"

I froze in place, unsure of how I should react. Helen had always enjoyed having something over me. She liked being in control, and being able to force me into doing things that I wouldn't normally want to do.

Having the upper hand was a power play for her... and it was just the way she liked our relationship to be! Until now though, the things she'd made me do were of no real consequence... cleaning the house, and fashion shopping with her... things like that. Now though, she had me over a barrel!

All three women now held their camera phones in their hands, and I saw them all taking pictures of me in my predicament!

"We can all see that you prefer being dressed as a woman... no, as a tart, and a slut... so, if you two ladies agree with me... I think that you should remain in feminine clothing for the rest of the weekend... the whole of next week... taking a week's holiday from work... and next weekend too!" Helen said, looking at her mother and at my P.A. for their support. The three women agreed at once, grinning broadly to one another... and my fate was sealed!

"You can't do this to me. You can't make me do it against my wishes. What if I say no? You can't force me to keep these clothes on! I live here, and all of my own 'male' clothing is here... it's in my room!"

As soon as I'd pointed this out to them, I knew that I'd made a serious mistake. Helen undid and removed her belt from the waist of her jeans, indicating to her mother to do the same, and Karen removed the long scarf from around her neck.

Within seconds, I'd been surrounded. I could feel my body being immobilised, as Helen grabbed my arms, securing them behind my back with her leather belt, whilst my knees were bound together by her mother, with hers... and before I could protest, Karen had gagged me, tying her scarf around my head, securely in my mouth!

My wife left the room momentarily, and went up to our bedroom... the next thing that I knew, a duvet cover was pulled over me, and the three women had carried me out of the house... dumping me unceremoniously into the boot of my mother-in-law's car!

I heard the women getting into the car, the engine starting, and off we went!

I could scarcely believe what was happening to me. I was being kidnapped, by my own wife, her mother, and a close work colleague... all whilst I was made up and dressed as a sexy woman! God only knew what they had in store for me, but it was sure to be highly embarrassing... and humiliating enough to furnish them with more than enough evidence to allow them to force me to comply with their every wish... maybe even to allow them to blackmail me into repeating this experience in the future!

'How did I get into this situation?' I thought to my self. 'This is entirely of my own doing! It's my own stupidity that got me into this, and I am the only one to blame!' We drove for what seemed like hours. The engine stopped, and I felt the girls hauling me out of the boot. I was carried a short distance, and dumped onto a solid floor. The duvet cover was removed. I was pulled to my feet, and my gag was taken out of my mouth.

"Are going to be a good girl, Pippa? We can't call you Philip anymore... it's a boy's name... and for the next eleven days, you'll be a girl. A slave-girl, in fact... or, more accurately... OUR slave-girl! If you promise us that you'll be obedient, and will do exactly as you're told... we will release you from your bonds. If not... well, you can imagine!" Susan, my mother-in-law asked me.

Looking at my surroundings, I realised that we were in my mother-in-law's weekend cabin. It was miles from the nearest town or village, in a large forest... so, I had no chance of help arriving, and even if I tried escaping, it would mean several hours walk... fully crossdressed, in six-inch heels... only to arrive somewhere that may give a 'feminised' man a hostile reception.

My goose was surely cooked!

"Yes... I'll be good. I have no choice, do I?"

"Karen... You've been awfully quiet so far." My wife said. "Why don't you tell us what you think we should do with our new girly, 'submissive' sex-toy?" Helen asked.

"I'd love to," she replied, "as he's very demanding at the office. I'd love to turn the tables on him for a while, but you don't think that he'll fire me for it later... Do you, Helen?"

"He wouldn't dare, Karen." My wife replied, "Remember... we are going to record a lot of this... photographically, and on video! If he tries anything at the office, just tell me... and I'll post it all over the Internet!"

I gulped... having no doubt at all that she meant it!

"Let's untie him then, and see how subservient he/she really is!" Karen laughed aloud, as she suggested this to the others."

My arms and legs were released from their bondage, but I knew that any resistance was futile, so I bowed my head, and I asked:

"What do you want of me? How can I keep you from destroying my life with these photos and things? Why are you doing this, Helen? I didn't want to hurt or upset you... I just wanted to have a weekend fulfilling my fantasy, and dressing up for a bit!"

"You never told me that this was one of your fantasies... a pretty major one too, by the looks of things. This certainly wasn't your first time doing this! So... by omission, you have lied to me! When I was a kid, my mother always taught me that it was wrong to lie... and that if she ever caught me doing so, I would be punished! Isn't that so, mum?"

"Yes dear... and I think that you are doing the right thing. How can you trust a man who lies to you? I've always preached that the punishment must fit the crime... I'm with you all the way on this one. He wants to be a girl... so... let's show him everything that a girl must do! What's more, Pippa must be punished for lying! Karen, you and I must discuss how best to do this! Do you both agree?" Helen and Karen both nodded in agreement.

"Mum, I think that we three should talk in private!" Helen said.

"Let's tie her 'spread-eagle' to the bed then!" Karen added, getting an immediate vote of agreement from the other two.

I was immediately led to the Mistress bedroom, where I was instructed to lay on my back, and where my arms and legs were firmly secured to the bedposts! The three women exited, leaving me alone... bound, helpless, and feeling very vulnerable!

I couldn't believe it... although I was alone and tied up... I was beginning to get excited!

My 'Cache-Sex' panties were made to hide my dick in my femme clothes, but were not designed to do so if I were spread-eagle on a bed... and with my legs spread widely apart. I could feel my hard-on, trying to free itself from its knicker-clad prison. I hated to think what would happen, if the women saw that I'd begun to get excited, due to my imprisonment and my servitude to them!

"Helen, you are my daughter, and I love you with all of my heart. I'm sure that you know that any advice that I give you is only that which I believe to be in your own best interest. Karen, it seems to me that you have arrived here at a most fortuitous moment... and, I hope that you will be willing to help my daughter and me to teach her perverted husband... your 'kinky' boss... a lesson that he'll never forget!" Susan said to the other two 'shocked' women.

"You've got something in mind, haven't you mum?" Helen replied.

"What are you planning Susan?" Karen asked.

"Well, first of all, he/she must remain fully feminised until we say otherwise! We'll keep him dressed up as our fully feminised, crossdressed, transvestite slut and sex-slave until Monday week!" Susan told her accomplices.

"I like it." Helen responded.

"Can we do it so that the changes will be really noticeable?" Karen queried.

"Like what?" Helen asked.

"How about taking him to a beauty salon... and getting him a full make-over? You know... including things like shaping and plucking his eyebrows... and making them pencil thin! How about making him pierce his ears, and wearing girly earrings? We could have permanent eye-liner tattooed around his eyes... He could be made to wear long false lashes... and maybe, we could get him a 'Brazilian' style bikini-wax... What do you think? Shall we do it? I think it would be great to do these things to him!" Karen suggested.

"It's a bit severe... but, it sounds like a plan to me!" Susan agreed. "It would certainly teach him a lesson!"

There was a short pause, and silence filled the room as Helen considered the proposition, but moments later, she nodded her acquiescence, and added:

"We don't even need to go to the salon... I have a friend who is a beautician... I'm sure that she'd come over and do the necessary!"

"Excellent!" Karen noted.

"Let's go ahead and do it all!" Susan replied.

Still bound and immobile, I heard the door to the room as it opened, allowing my three Mistresses to enter once again. I wondered what they had decided my fate to be... and, I tried desperately to hide my ever growing excitement from them. It was an impossible task. My rampant cock was throbbing through the silky fabric of my panties!

"Look girls... We've excited our girly 'slave!' Her 'boy-clitty' is hard and throbbing!" Karen said, excitedly!

"My goodness! After we'd forced her to be our submissive too! I think that she is beginning to enjoy her subservience to us, Ladies! It seems to me that she likes being forced into her role as a 'feminised sex-slave' for us!" My wife Helen observed!

"You see... Deep down inside, she really wants to serve her Mistresses... as a submissive slut... forced to comply with our every wish!" Susan observed.

"Call your friend, Helen... The visiting beautician that you know. Ask her to come over, tonight... as soon as she can... I think that you should explain to her that it's so that she can feminise your husband. Explain to her that Philip/Pippa needs a complete make-over, and that you will be imposing no limits as to what she can do to complete her job! Tell her that once she has finished, we will all be expecting to see no masculine traits in Philip's physique..." Susan instructed her daughter.

"Yes, let's do it!" Karen agreed.

"Okay then, I will!" Helen agreed!

Helen picked up the phone, and called her friend, Alice... the 'mobile,' visiting beautician that she knew well. She asked her if she could do her a big favour, and if she would be willing to come straight over to her house...

"Can you come over immediately? Please... drop whatever it is that you're doing... and come straight over! You probably won't believe what I'm going to ask you to do for me... but, I promise you that I'm not joking... and that I consider it to be really urgent. You know that I'd never fool around with you. We're much too close for that... but, only you can help me with what has to be done!"

Alice agreed to drop everything, and promised that she would be at Helen's house within the hour!

Thirty-five minutes later, Alice rang the front door bell, and entered the house, intrigued to discover Helen's secret! She was shown through the house, and into the room within which I had been bound and immobilised!

Shock showed on her face!

"I need you to give my husband a full make-over... I expect Philip to have been fully transformed into 'Pippa,' (his feminised 'alter-ego...') including things like the thinning, plucking, and shaping of his eyebrows... making them pencil thin! The piercing of his ears... and his being made to wear girly earrings. Permanent eye-liner should have been tattooed around his eyes... He must have been made to wear long false lashes... and he should have been given a 'Brazilian' style bikini-wax..."

"Is he willing to undergo these alterations?" Alice asked Helen.

"Yes... He feels that he has no alternative!" Helen replied.

"Once these make-over techniques have been applied to him, we intend to continue with his feminisation, until he is indistinguishable from a real woman!" Susan added.

Alice instructed me to strip naked, removing all but my make up. I did so immediately, and without complaining once. A few whispers passed between the four women, before they made me sit in a chair that Alice had brought with her to the house. It looked very like a dentist's chair, with a headrest, arms, and a long leg-rest.

Within moments, my neck had been secured to the headrest, using a leather collar... my arms were secured with leather straps, and my legs were bound apart to the base of the chair, using ankle-cuffs, separated by a leg-spreader bar!

I was naked... except for my make-up, my wig... my long, glossy, scarlet finger and toenails... and my silicon breasts, which were glued to my hairless chest with adhesive. I was bound and immobilised to the beautician's chair, and I felt very vulnerable... surrounded as I was, by my three Mistresses and their 'visiting' beautician!

I saw my wife, Helen, approaching me, and then realised that she was placing a thin strip of material over my eyes, blindfolding me from everything that was to take place. Next, I felt a rubbery, ball-shaped item being placed into my mouth, and I immediately appreciated that a ball-gag had removed my ability to speak... or to scream! My head was immobilised, using a neck/head brace, and I was finally 'prepared' for the next stage of my transformation/feminisation!

"As Pippa is now completely unable to move her head... I think that we should begin with her eyebrows." Alice told the others.

The others each nodded their consent, and Alice began her work on me. My already thinned eyebrows were plucked pencil thin, and were shaped into a high arch over my eyes. Once this had been completed, Alice tattooed over them, making them a permanent feature of my face!

The tattoo gun still in hand, Alice began working to give me my permanent 'eye-liner' ...by blackening the areas around my eyes with a solid line of black ink. Long, thick, 'long-lasting' lashes were stuck over my natural one's, and were lengthened even further, as she covered them with special 'super-lengthening' mascara! The result of all of her work was that my eyes stood out amazingly... immediately drawing other peoples gazes directly to my face.

Alice changed the colour of the ink within the tattoo gun, swapping it for a deep, blood red... I felt her starting to work on my lips, reshaping and outlining them, so that they would be perceived as being full and shapely, as if I'd used a lip-liner. Alice changed the colour of the ink once more. This time, she chose a bright, scarlet-like 'Ferrari' red. This was the colour with which she covered my lips, careful to remain within the lip-outline that she'd shaped onto my mouth earlier.

I was now certain that I was in deep trouble! The 'feminising' make-over that I'd just undergone was largely of a 'permanent' type. Unlike the times when I'd fulfilled my crossdressing fantasy in the past, I'd be unable to return to being a man once it was over.

'How am I going to return to work on Monday?' I asked my self.

'What will my friends and family say when they see me like this?' I wondered.

'Can it be that Helen and the others intend to keep me 'force-femmed' forever more?' I considered, finally!

"Okay Alice. Now, I want you to pierce both of Pippa's ears, her left nostril, her tongue, and her belly-button. She's to wear large hoops in her ears, so pierce each ear with three holes... I think a stud through her nose, and a bar through her tongue and her belly!" Helen said.

"Shall I do her nipples too? We can replace the falsies over the piercings... but, if you decide to remove them at any time, her titties will still be sexy!" Alice queried.

"Great idea! Yes, let's do it!" was the unanimous reply.

I tried to protest, but the gag stopped me from doing so. Susan noticed, and said:

"I think that Pippa's trying to tell us what a good idea this is!"

All of the women laughed at this.

The piercings didn't take long, and I was soon decorated through each of my new holes. I'd only left a little pubic hair on my body when I'd depilated my body, but I was still a little surprised when Alice waxed me there, leaving only a thin strip above my cock! Next, she removed my wig, and shaved my head... totally bald, before replacing it on my head, and gluing it in place with some strong adhesive.

"She's ready now ladies. Shall we get her dressed again?" Alice prompted the others.

"Yes, let's!" Helen replied.

"You should make her wear your leather studded collar, Helen." Susan told her daughter.

"Oh yes! Good idea." Helen agreed.

I was released, and ordered back into my feminine attire. My gag wasn't removed, and once I was dressed, the collar was placed around my neck.

"Would you like to stay for Pippa's 'initiation' Alice? We would love for you to join us, in becoming one of Pippa's Mistresses!" Susan enquired.

"Yes, I'd love to. It would be an honour and a privilege." Alice responded.

"In that case, Alice... would you and Karen be so kind as to restrain our 'novice' slut? I'd like her tied down... face down, and bent over this large, leather armchair. Tie each of her arms to one of the wooden legs at the front of the chair... with her waist bent over its back, and then separate her legs, using the ankle spreader bar. Set the bar to its widest setting, and secure each of her ankles tightly, using the leather ankle-cuffs at each end." Susan instructed.

"Yes... and then would you use this to lubricate her arsehole? I have a little surprise in store for our new 'toy' girly. Mother and I will only be gone for a few minutes." Helen added.

Mother and daughter left the room, and I heard them climb the stairs, as they went into our bedroom... in search of God knows what! Karen and Alice followed their instructions, and I was soon bent in position, bound and helpless over the leather chair.

I felt both fear and excitement course through my body, as Karen drew my panties to one side at the rear, and began to lubricate my arse ring with large dollops of KY jelly. I jumped, as much as was possible... bound as I was, as I felt her pushing the lubricant up into my arse with her finger. At first there was only one, but I soon felt my anus being stretched, as two... and then three fingers penetrated my rear!

I couldn't believe it, as I felt my cock hardening in response to this stimulation... I felt both elated, and yet shamed and humiliated, at my inability to stop my cock from becoming hard... throbbing wildly, as I grew a rampant hard-on! I knew that this obvious response would only further incite my women captors... but I was completely incapable of controlling my growing exhilaration! Apprehension and horror flowed through me, as I realised that my prick had enlarged to the point where it was now touching Karen's fingers, as she finger fucked my rear end! I could feel it rubbing against them, through the fabric of my Cache-Sex!

At this very moment, I heard the door opening, and Helen and Susan entered the room. Karen blurted out:

"Just in time girls... look at this! Pippa's got an engorged clitty! The dirty little slut is enjoying being fucked by my hand! She's even trying to rub her clit against my fingers!"

"Excellent," Helen gasped, "because this is what I've brought down to surprise her with!" I was unable to see what she'd brought with her, but I heard Alice and Karen gasp... and then giggle at what they saw.

"Who wants to go first girls?" Susan asked, "How about you, Karen? Didn't your 'boss' try to fuck you at the Christmas party? I think it would be ironic if you were his... sorry, HER first, don't you?"

"Oh, yes please... may I? Can we get it all on video?" Karen replied.

"Good idea." Susan said, immediately retrieving the digital video camera from a draw... and placing it to one side, on a tripod... and switching it to record.

"Shall I show Pippa what's in store for her?" Helen asked.

"Why not?" Karen agreed.

Helen walked around in front of me, and showed me the item she'd brought down from our bedroom. My eyes bulged, as I saw the strap-on dildo that was in her hands. A 9" Latex cock, attached to a harness!

"Strip off then Karen..." Helen urged, "And then put this on!"

Karen came round in front of me, and began a sexy striptease, further stirring my rampant cock, and causing me to wriggle in my bonds!

"He wants to be a girl... so... let's show him everything that a girl must do! I seem to recall that these were my words when we caught you." Susan added.

"Yes," Alice piped up, "And let's face it... men always expect their women to service their cocks!"

"It'll be my pleasure to show you how we do it, Pippa." Karen finished.

Naked now, Karen slipped into the strap-on dildo, as Susan tightened it around her waist and hips, buckling it shut onto her groin. My eyes were transfixed, as I watched her Latex penis sticking out before her, as rampant as could be. It was as raging a hard-on as I had ever seen!

Panic swept through me, as Karen returned to my rear. Helen looked over to Alice, and said:

"I have another of those, right there..." She pointed to someplace behind my back. "Would you like to be the next to take part in her training? I was thinking that Pippa's first lesson could be 'The Spit-Roast...' Are you up for that?"

"I'd love it!" Alice replied, obviously excited at the prospect.

"Strip off too then Alice..." Helen urged, "And then put this one on for us!"

Alice too came around to face me, teasing me further as she removed her clothing, item by item... as provocatively as she could. I felt my pleasure rising, as the anticipation of what was to happen to me rose ever more!

Once more, I stared, as Alice slipped into the strap-on dildo... and as Susan tightened it around her waist and hips, buckling it shut onto her groin.

Susan approached each of the women. She handed each one a pair of high-heels, requesting that they don them, and explaining that naked women always looked far sexier in heels. She followed this by whispering to each one, and confirming with each of them what she had planned for them to do.

"Make sure that you get all of this on video, Helen. The girls are going to wear these Ballroom masks, so that they cannot be recognised... but, try to get Pippa's face in shot as often as you can, okay?" Susan said.

Alice and Karen complied at once... donning their masks, and thus hiding their identities from the camera. The ball-gag was removed from my mouth, but was immediately replaced by Alice's Latex cock. I felt my panties being moved to one side at the rear, and Karen gradually began to enter me, pushing her strap-on, gently into my arse. Slowly, I felt her filling my rear... pushing in the cock-head first of all, and then little by little, moving the shaft in and out of me!

I felt the skirt of my mini-dress being pushed up, over my hips, thus exposing my bum-cheeks to view. Karen withdrew the dildo from my backside. I suddenly felt something slapping my cheeks! I tried to yelp, but Alice was still fucking my mouth with her fake dick, and I only managed a muffled:

"Mmmmmmphhhhh!"

"'Pippa must be punished for lying...' I think these were the words I said to my daughter, weren't they Pippa? I also seem to recall saying to Karen: 'I hope that you will be willing to help my daughter and me to teach her perverted husband... Your 'kinky' boss... a lesson that he'll never forget!' Do you remember that Pippa? Well... you are about to receive a lengthy bout of 'corporal punishment' for lying to Helen! A punishment that I believe to be fitting to your 'crime.' A punishment that you are in the perfect position to receive, and so... A punishment that we will administer right now! Alice, until it's your turn, you will continue to make Pippa give you 'head.' This will ensure that she cannot scream, or become too noisy! Once it becomes your turn... Karen will swap places with you, so that Pippa's cooperation is assured."

"Pippa's punishment will consist of her arse being spanked by each one of us." Helen took over the instructions, which mother and daughter had obviously discussed in length whilst they'd been alone upstairs. "I've decided on the order that I want us to use. I will go first, spanking him with my hands... Karen will be second, and will use a leather belt. She will then swap places with Alice, filling Pippa's mouth with her strap-on. She will be third in-line, and I thought that she should spank him with the back of her hairbrush... a nice touch, as she's a beautician! My mother Susan will take last place, and she will use her favourite implement... one that I felt many times in my youth... One that she will fetch in a moment from the tree in my back garden... A bunch of young, bendy birch twigs!"

"How many strokes can we give him... sorry, 'her...' each?" Alice asked.

"Karen, I'll allow you to choose. A minimum of six. A maximum of twenty-four... EACH!" Helen presented my P.A. with the choice.

"A simple choice then Helen. Twenty-four strokes each! Ninety-six in total! Pippa deserves every one of them, I think!" Karen chose.

"Let's get changed first, mum." Susan and Helen left the room. Karen pushed her Latex dick back inside me, and began to pump it in and out of my arse-pussy... much harder than she had before!

About ten minutes later, the door opened, and I heard them return. They strode around to face me, and I was shocked to see them both dressed in leather 'Catwoman' outfits... their faces masked... their bodies covered in skin-tight leather, and with each of them wearing thigh high boots that must have sported at least 8" heels!

Once again, I felt Karen slide out of me. This time though, Helen took up her position behind me. Her hand began to administer my spanking, each stroke falling slowly, and each slightly harder than before! By the twelfth stroke, my arse cheeks were aflame! Still, I was unable to scream! The next twelve fell, covering both my cheeks... and the insides of my thighs!

I noticed that Susan had taken her place by the video... and realised that I was now the star of the show. This was evidence with which they could surely ruin me... or with which they could blackmail me into doing whatever they wanted... forever more!

The whipping came next, as Karen used her belt to administer her strokes upon my bare arse! This time, my bum was hot and red by the sixth stroke... the backs of my legs by the twelfth, and my inner thighs by the eighteenth! The last six were administered to my lower back, and by the end of it, I was sobbing... as tears ran down my face!

Karen swapped places with Alice, and began face fucking me with her dildo. She pushed much further into my mouth, forcing me to 'deep-throat' her latex dick!

Alice obviously relished the idea of spanking a submissive, crossdressed 'sex-slave' with the brush that she regularly used on her clients at work.

"I'll always think of this moment, when I use this brush to style my ladies' hair."

Her strokes were by far the hardest that I'd been given until then. She hit me on my cheeks and on my inner thighs, applying each stroke firmly and rapidly... The entire spanking taking less than a minute!

I hadn't realised that Susan had left the room, until I heard the door opening upon her return! When it did, I realised that I really was about to receive a 'birching' with the twigs that she'd brought in from outside.

Alice came into view, and began fucking Karen with her strap-on! Much to my horror and my disbelief, I felt my cock begin to harden once again! This didn't go unnoticed, and I heard Helen point it out to her mother:

"You'd better punish this slut properly mum, because she's getting all excited again!"

"Don't you worry darling," Susan replied... "I'm gonna take my time with this one! Do you think that this deserves 'double' strokes, ladies?" she asked.

"Ooohhh, yes!" Helen replied, as the others nodded their consent.

'Forty-eight strokes...' I thought, 'I don't know if I can take this!'

Slowly, and with much precision, Susan began my birching! On her twelfth stroke, she moved away, and whispered something to my wife! Helen nodded, and Susan returned... only to rip my knickers off, leaving my throbbing 'clit' hanging down beneath my body! I'd expected her to continue birching me, but before she did, I felt her brushing something the length of my cock... and across my balls. She pulled it away from my body, and showed me what she was using! I tried to scream, but Karen was still gagging me with her fake penis...

"AAAAArrrghhhh... MMMMmmppphhhhh!" I screamed into my gag!

She began to brush my sex organ again... but, this time I knew what she was doing it with! A large bunch of stinging nettles were in her gloved hand, and my 'clit' and balls began to burn furiously!

To my great surprise, the effect this had on me was to increase the stimulation that I was feeling! I began to get even harder than before!

"Thrash her some more... the dirty slag's enjoying it!" Helen called out.

Susan returned to my birching, and bit by bit, I received my final thirty-six strokes!

My punishment over, I was released from my bondage, and made to stand in the corner of the room, with my hands on my head! The four women gathered together once more, whispering animatedly amongst themselves. They pointed in my direction a few times, as they decided how to proceed from this point onwards.

"Pippa... Strip off your dress. We are going to make you wear a different outfit... You look too much like a 'Dominatrice' in leather, so we have decided to dress you in an outfit that is more befitting your submissive status!" Susan demanded.

Complying with my orders, I stripped to my underwear, and waited for my new clothing to be given to me. Helen handed me a pack of folded clothing. I looked at the items that she had handed me, and I blushed... seeing that it was a sexy 'French-maid's' outfit... one that I had purchased a few months before, as a gift for Helen... from the Anne Summers 'sex' catalogue! It consisted of a very short, black satin dress, with a white apron, which covered the skirt of the dress at the front, and had a small bib across the bust area... and, which had a lacy, frilly maid's hat for me to wear! The skirt barely covered my groin... showing the lacy tops of my hold-up stockings, and about an inch and a half of skin, at the top of my thighs!

Susan handed me a pair of thong panties, which barely held my manhood between my legs, and told me to put them on. Alice forced my arms behind me, and cuffed them together, with handcuffs that had pink feathers around the wrists!

"Karen, why don't you attach this leash to Pippa's collar, so that you can lead her around? We wouldn't want her trying to escape when we take her out in public now, would we?" Helen said.

"There is a choice of leather, or PVC clothing in Helen's bedroom, girls. I think that you should choose some, and get dressed. We'll be going out soon, and you can't leave the house wearing only heels and a strap-on!" Susan told Alice and Karen.

Grinning, they both went upstairs to dress.

"Now for your surprise punishment." Susan said, "We're going out for a drink at the local pub." I couldn't believe my ears, they had to be joking, and they were winding me up and trying to scare me. They were succeeding too. "You will obey our instructions to the letter, slut. Don't for a moment think that we might hesitate to punish you, just because we're in a public place. We would and we will, should you falter in your obeisance. Should you outright refuse us anything, we may be forced to let slip a little something regarding your true gender!" The trap was complete; nothing could make me disobey them now.

"Before we go, I think we need a little keepsake of how pretty you look." Said Mistress Helen as she pulled out her camera and snapped off a couple of pictures of my female persona.

"Don't forget the video camera, Alice." Slipped in Mistress Karen as she pulled open the front door.

"Just one last thing that you should know, Pippa." Said Mistress Alice glibly. "The pub that we're going to is a Biker's Bar. I don't think that they'd be too impressed if they found out that you have a dick hidden between your legs. Let's go girls." She smirked at my patently obvious horror, as I was lead into the street.

Blushing visibly through my make-up, I considered running away and ending this horror but remembering the photos soon put paid to that idea. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening to me. My mind was racing with fright as I though of the serious assault that would surely come my way, if and when I was discovered! I shuddered involuntarily at the scene in my mind!

"There it is." Signalled Mistress Alice, as she pointed to the next corner on the street. "It looks like it is pretty busy too, if you stop to consider the amount of bikes that are in the car park."

The place was loud and rough looking with a large car parks both front and back. The rear car parks lead into a garden area that was dark and seemed woody, with trees surrounding the drinking area. My mind raced as my wife turned and said to us all:

"Looks like fun to be had by all! Pippa my darling, I shall make absolutely sure that you have a night to remember. In fact I shall make sure it's all on videotape so that you can't forget it... even if you want to!" She laughed mercilessly as a gleam shot through her eyes.

"We have to buy tickets at the door because there's a live band tonight. I think that we ought to let Pippa do that for us, don't you?" asked Mistress Karen nonchalantly.

"What an excellent idea!" Replied Mistress Susan immediately, grinning ear to ear.

She shoved the small of my back, propelling me toward the great ape of a man who was selling the tickets at the door. He looked me up and down, taking in my style of dress and said:

"Well, well, look here! What can I do for you little miss? Maybe later I'll ask you what you can do for me." He guffawed at his own base humour then grabbed my arse. "How many then?" I showed him my five digits so that I wouldn't have to speak, and as I pulled the money from my tiny purse, my lipstick fell to the floor.

"Don't bend your knees Pippa, but pick that up immediately!" Ordered Mistress Helen, my wife.

I blushed profusely as I tried not to show my panties whilst having to bend, my arse toward the doormen. I felt hands stroking my butt as I retrieved the lipstick, straightened up and hurried to take the tickets from the big guy's hand.

"Maybe that will teach you to be more careful Pippa." I felt a tug on the leash attached to my collar. "Believe me when I tell you that even the smallest of errors will be used as a tool to humiliate and humble you." Instructed Mistress Karen.

"Of course, we will also find it entertaining as we watch you squirm." Added Mistress Alice.

"In fact, we'll be looking for any opportunity, darling." Said my wife.

"To be honest, we want to see how much we can make you squirm, Pippa..." Mistress Susan said, as she delivered a sharp stinging smack to my bottom cheeks.

"You are, after all our humble plaything, servant and slave 'girl...' aren't you dear?"

Surreptitiously, my wife pulled me close and whispered in my ear:

"I love you very much, Darling. I just want to thank you for being such a good girl for me. I'll never forget it. You've made me so proud and so happy." This short sentence made me glow inside. I knew now that I was doing the right thing, no matter how difficult, painful or humiliating the things that I was being made to do were making me feel.

As we entered the dance hall, the thudding of the base ran through me, and I felt my nipples become erect. It was dark, busy, and humming with intoxicated bikers, both male and female.

I drew a good few looks, both for the sexiness of my appearance and for the collar and leash that I was being forced to wear. Thankfully, Mistress Alice had been to the bar, and had bought us all drinks. My neck felt the tug on my collar, as we made our way to the front of the crowd... right up next to the stage.

"Excellent!" I heard Mistress Alice exclaim, "I know this group. The lead guitarist and I are drinking buddies. Wait here a moment, will you. I just need a quiet word in his ear."

I thought nothing more of it... as the ladies chatted amongst themselves, every so often stopping to pat my bum, or to stroke my breasts. They made it very obvious each time they did, attracting more attention from the guys in the crowd. Mistress Susan spotted a coat hook... it was screwed into the wall by the side of the stage, and after some whispers between herself and my wife, I was taken there, and my leash was tied to the hook.

"You will stay here until we fetch you, my love." Stated Mistress Helen. "You will allow yourself to receive any attention that you are given. No matter who by. We will be keeping an eye on you. We're only six feet away. Have fun, Pippa." At that she walked away, leaving me feeling very vulnerable.

Less than a minute later, Mistress Karen appeared with the rubber ball-gag that she had used on me earlier. As she attached it to me, forcing my lips and mouth open, she said conspiratorially:

"This will make sure you don't have to speak, so that you don't give yourself away. I'm being kind to you Pippa, really I am." With that, she strode off, back to the other girls.

It didn't take long for me to start getting attention. I felt hands stroking my bum, lifting up my skirt and grabbing my titties. A couple of the guys actually licked my lips round the ball-gag. It wasn't until someone started trying to strip me that Mistress' Susan and Karen came along to retrieve me. I was handed over to Mistress Alice and I began to think that we might be on our way back to their house. I couldn't have been more mistaken.

"It seems that you're attracting the wrong sort of attention, Pippa. So, I've had a word with my friends in the band, and they've agreed to let you be a little stage decoration for them." I couldn't believe my ears... but sure enough, I was being led backstage and up the stairs.

As the band finished their set, Mistress Alice led me through some curtains... and on to the stage. She led me to a lighting rig which had been situated centre stage, and she proceeded to handcuff my wrists. My arms were raised above my head, and the cuffs placed over a bar... holding me in place, in full view of the entire audience.

"Don't move about too much, Pippa. If this rig falls on you, it'll probably mean a trip to the hospital!" With that Mistress Alice left, returning to the ladies and to her drink.

To say I felt humiliated would have been the understatement of the year. I could see some of the bikers pointing at me and laughing, others were leering and I could hear wolf whistles and cat-calls. The band returned... and thus I stayed until the end of their next set. Mistress Karen came and released me and I was led through the throng of hot, sweaty bodies to a fire exit where the rest of our group was waiting.

"You did very well, Pippa. As a reward, we've decided to let you eat out Mistress Susan in the garden. I will video the whole thing for posterity, so make sure you do it well." Resounded Mistress Alice's voice. "I shall lay out a blanket for you so that you don't dirty your clothes. I've asked the landlord to switch on the car park lights, so make sure you're quick and you might not be seen. The band's last set takes 30 minutes." She grinned wickedly as Mistress Susan lay back on one of the tables and removed her panties.

"Get to it girl," She said, "I'm feeling good and randy!"

I knelt on the blanket and buried my face between her legs, working my tongue like a rabid animal, thrusting, probing and licking with a passion. She was soon bucking on my face as her cream covered my face in its sticky goo.

"Before we go home, why don't we take a walk up 'Lover's Lane' to the 'Dogging' car park?" Alice suggested.

"What a good idea," Karen replied at once, "I'm sure Pippa would learn a lot about what girls have to do to please men there!"

I was led up a dark footpath, until we arrived in a secluded car park at the top of a hill. The four women huddled together, whispering to each other as they planned what to do with me.

The small car park was quite full... which surprised me, as it was now late evening, and was quite dark outside. There were about 8 cars and 3 trucks parked here, plus of course our small group of people. Next to the car park was a small building. It consisted of two public toilets, one male and the other female. It also had a little café, which was now closed. Behind the toilet block was a path, leading to a small picnic area, surrounded by trees. Susan handed me an envelope... and she said:

"Right slut, I want you to mince across this car park... in the most sluttish way that you can. Go into the men's toilets. Once you are in there, go into one of the stalls... and open this envelope. Follow the instructions to the letter."

"Remember, we will be watching you. Any failure on your part will result in severe punishment." Helen added.

I did as I was told, and quickly set off across the car park. I could hear my heels clicking as I walked, they sounded like gunshots in the quiet night air. I felt eyes watching me from the cars and the trucks. I felt myself speeding up, and trying to get to the toilets as quickly as possible. To my horror, Mistress Alice shouted out from behind me:

"Walk more slowly, Slut! Wiggle your arse sexily for your public!" Her voice sounded as loud as thunder in the open car park.

I slowed my walk, my face reddening... as I noticed a couple of lights flick on in the cars and the trucks. Eventually, I got to the toilet block, and I rushed inside... out of sight.

In my haste, I almost knocked over a guy who was coming out. He was in his forties, and he looked like a truck driver. He was sweaty and smelly, and he had a large beer-gut, hanging over his jeans, covered in a filthy T-shirt. He looked at me, at first in shock... and then in lust.

I quickly rushed past him, and into one of the stalls, locking the door behind me. I just stood there for a few moments, catching my breath. As I did so, I was able to look around the stall. The walls were covered in graffiti, almost all of it of a sexual kind.

There were drawings of cocks... and of naked women, some descriptions of sexual acts... and contacts... and phone numbers for people:

"Looking for a good time," or...

"I want to get my cock sucked."

I realised to my horror that these toilets were used as meeting places for people... especially gays. I remembered the envelope, and with shaking hands, I opened it. Inside it was another envelope... and a letter. The letter read:

'Slut, read this letter, and then you must open the other envelope... inside it; you will find a sheet of paper. You are to read it... and then: Stick it to the wall with the tape provided! Once you have done this, remove your dildo! Proceed outside, and up the path to the picnic area. Once there, you will please any man that asks you to. You will make sure that they all go away completely satisfied.'

I opened the second envelope, and I stuck the piece of paper it contained to the wall.

I stood back and read it, it said:

'Cock-hungry TV Slut...

I want to suck and fuck as many horny guys as possible.

I love to suck cock, and to get fucked in the arse.

What I like best is to be force-fed spunk.

I am outside, up the path, in the picnic area.'

I read the note again.

I realised that with the car park being as busy as it was, and with the toilets regular use as a meeting point, I was going to get a real fucking if I did as I'd been instructed.

I felt both scared and excited at the thought, but the rapidly hardening cock in my knickers told me that I wanted this. I straightened my stockings, and I took a deep breath. I opened the stall door, and I walked to the picnic area. As I did, I could see that the guy from before went back into the toilets. I also saw that a couple of other guys were leaving their cars, and were going over to the toilet block.

I followed the path to the picnic area. It consisted of two picnic tables, the kinds with bench seats either side, and I sat down. The whole area was surprisingly well lit, by two lights that were hanging from the toilet block.

I had only been sitting at the picnic table for a couple of minutes, when the trucker turned up.

"So, are you the cock hungry TV slut?" he said.

Knowing that Mistress Alice and Mistress Susan were watching me, somewhere in the surrounding trees, I said:

"Yes, that's me."

"And... you want to get fucked in the mouth? ...and in the arse?" he said.

"Yes," I replied, "I would love to suck your cock, and to feel it pushing deeply into my arse."

"Right... bitch!" he said, "Open wide, and suck on this." He pulled open his fly, and he walked over to me.

As I sat on the picnic bench, I was just at the right height. I only had to lean a little forward to be face to face with his cock. Like him, it was fat and smelly... and rapidly hardening.

"Well, bitch... What are you waiting for? Suck it," he said.

I stuck out my tongue, and I began to lick the end. I ran my tongue over the sensitive glans, and then let my tongue flick over the eye, tasting the pre-cum that was already forming there. I formed my lips into an "O," and I slipped him deeply into my mouth.

I began to work up a rhythm, sucking up and down on his cock, and licking the shaft, as I swallowed it again and again.

I could feel it hardening more, and beginning to twitch. I let it slip from my mouth, and I ran my tongue all over his cock, starting at the top... and going down his shaft to the base, over his balls, and then back up again. I opened my mouth, and once more took his cock into my mouth. I was really getting into it now, and my head was bobbing up and down... leaving a trail of saliva and lipstick, smeared all over his shaft. Suddenly, he grabbed my head, and he shouted:

"Get ready for my spunk bitch, but don't swallow it. I want you to show me what a slut you are. I want you to show me your mouth full of cum." With that, he let fire, and I felt the first jets of his hot cum hit the back of my throat.

I let his cock slip out of mouth a little, so I could catch his spunk on my tongue. Jet after jet of it shot out, filling my mouth, and dribbling out of the sides.

He withdrew his cock, and I obediently opened my mouth, to show him it full of spunk.

"Not a bad load," he said, "Now swallow it bitch." I did as he'd said, and with one big gulp, I felt his slimy, salty spunk slip down my throat, and into my belly.

As he stepped back, I got a chance to look round, and I realised that about 9 men now surrounded me... all with their cocks out, wanking... and looking at me with lust filled eyes. A large man stepped out of the crowd, and he said:

"Right slut... we are all going to fuck your pretty little arse and mouth now, so get up and lie over the table." I began to get up off the seat, but I was obviously too slow for the crowd.

I felt several pairs of hands roughly grab me, and pick me up. I was turned over, and was forced down on to the table, my legs dangling off one end, and my head hanging off the other.

As I lifted my head, a cock was thrust into my face. It was already leaking pre-cum, and the guy rubbed his cock all over my face, smearing my make up, before finally forcing it into my mouth. I began to suck on his cock, as I felt one of my hands being lifted onto another cock. Soon, I had a cock in each hand, as well as the one in my mouth. Another cock appeared in front of my face. I began to alternate sucking a cock at a time, and then licking them both, as they were shoved into my mouth together.

Meanwhile, a guy was now behind me. He ripped off my knickers. I felt him grab my waist, and with no warning, he shoved his entire cock up my arse... in one fluid movement. It felt huge.

I thought that I was going to be split in half, as he began to slide out of me, and then ram it home again. He soon set up a rhythm, and after the initial shock, I began to enjoy the sensation of his big cock pistoning in and out of my arse. Suddenly, one of the guys I was wanking began to shout:

"I'm cumming."

Knowing what Mistress would expect of me, I quickly let the cock I was sucking on out of my mouth, and I turned my head to face the guy. As I did, the first shot of spunk flew out of his cock, hitting me across the face.

I opened my mouth widely, and the next one went straight in. The guy moved forward, and he shoved his cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock, and he emptied the rest of his load into my mouth.

As soon as he had finished, and I had licked his cock clean, another guy replaced him. Once again, I had a cock in each hand, one in my mouth, and one in the arse.

The guy behind me began to speed up, and with a moan, I felt his spunk shoot up my arse. He slipped out of me, giving my arse a spank as he did, and almost immediately, I felt another cock pushing its way into my arse.

Now, the two cocks I had been sucking on began to cum, and I was soon swallowing another two loads of spunk.

For the next two hours, I was fucked again and again... in my mouth and in my arse. I must have serviced about 30 men, and have swallowed at least 20 loads of spunk, before I was down to the last two guys. They had both already cum once, and had now swapped round, so I was now sucking on the cock that had just been up my spunk filled arse. I was almost numb now, my arse and jaw aching from the abuse they had received.

Finally, the guy in front grunted, and he shot his spunk in my mouth... as I swallowed, the guy behind me added his spunk to the large pool that had formed around my arse. They both stood back, and looked at me, as I began to try standing up.

I was virtually naked now, only the heels and stockings remained... and they were stained with spunk, and were ripped to shreds. My face had almost no make-up left, just a layer of spunk that covered my face, my neck, and my false tits. My hair was sticking to me... because it too was covered in spunk. A large pool of spunk had formed on the seat where me arse had been, and as I stood up, I felt the spunk running down my legs from my sore arse. As I stood up on my shaking legs, Mistress Alice and Mistress Susan appeared... video camera in hand.

"Well, well... my little slut, that was an excellent performance you gave us," she said, "and thankfully, it was lit well enough for us to catch it all on video. I am sure this is going to be a big seller... when it hits the shop. We will call it the 'Toilet TV Gangbang.' Now... for a finale, kneel down here!" She pointed in front of her, and I knelt down.

Susan got the video camera going again, and Mistress went over to talk to the two guys who had just fucked me... and who were about to leave.

"Will you both come back to my home tonight? Our group consists of my three lady friends..." Helen said, indicating the other three women, "Me... and my subservient TV husband. He's agreed to be our sex-slave all this week, and I intend to use the time to cuckold him... with as many men as possible!"

"Sure 'Lady,' I'm sure that Mike and I would love to... as long as we can use your submissive hubby too!" One of the guys replied.

"Yeah, we'd like that..." Mike added, "I'm Mike, and this is Dave. Would you like us to invite a few more guys? I'm sure that some of our mates would be interested!"

"Yes, we'd like that." Susan replied at once. "How many more could you bring over?"

"Including us, there'd probably be about eight of us guys." Dave replied. "Both our girlfriends would probably like to join in too, if more women are ok with you..."

"Sure," Helen replied, "the more the merrier!"

"Great, we'll make a few calls... where do we meet you?" Helen gave the guys our home address... and the party... make that the orgy... was scheduled to start in two hours!

As soon as we got home, I was instructed to strip and to bathe. Once my bath was finished, and I had dried off, the women covered me in scented lotion, leaving my skin soft and sensuous, and my body femininely perfumed. They changed my look, gluing a short blonde wig to my head, instead of the long black one that I'd worn previously. It was styled in the 'Purdy' bob, and looked very sexy. My silicon breasts were once again stuck to my hairless chest, using the adhesive bond. I began by putting on my fishnet, hold-up stockings. I followed this with a bra, which held my silicon 'falsies' in place. Once again, I pulled on a pair of 'Sex-Cache' knickers, especially made to hold my cock between my legs, thus hiding my manhood, so that there would be no bulge through my clothing. I decided to wear my waist-clincher again... the corset that I'd bought, which reduced my waist to a very feminine twenty-four inches! Helen decided that this time, I should wear the 'sexy' schoolgirl uniform that she'd purchased at an Anne Summers party only recently!

It was made up of a micro-mini blue skirt, a see-through white blouse, white ankle socks, and a straw boater! I was told to wear my four inch heels, as they were white, and they were styled as strappy sandals. The sides of my wig were tied into pig-tails, and I was made to sit at my wife's make up table... for the finishing touches.

The foundation went on quite thickly over my face and my neck. I used super-lengthening mascara on my already very long 'fake' lashes. I delicately applied three shades of pink colour to my lids, dark on the outsides, blending to a very pale pink over my eyes by my nose. I added some pale pink blusher to my cheeks, and then went to work on my lips. I covered the already tattooed colouring with an 'extreme-shine' lip-gloss, highlighting the lusciousness of my very luscious mouth. The final effect made me look like a 'fantasy schoolgirl' hooker! Alice placed my collar and leash around my neck... and I was ready to go!

Helen and Susan handed me a card, and said:

"You are to open the door for our guest, and you will greet them by saying what is on this card. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, you will obey any instruction that you are given tonight, no matter what it is... or by whom it is given. Failure to comply will mean a public thrashing. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good girl, Pippa."

I read the card that I had been given, it read:

'Welcome... My name is Pippa, and I am the Party Slut tonight. I am here to serve, and will do ANYTHING that I am told! Please feel free to use or abuse me.'

Now, I knew that I was in for a very busy evening, and that I was sure to be worn out by the end of it!

Moments later, Dave, Mike, and their two girlfriends arrived...

"Welcome... My name is Pippa, and I am the Party Slut tonight. I am here to serve, and will do ANYTHING that I am told! Please feel free to use or abuse me."

Janet and Trisha, (the two girlfriends,) grinned lasciviously, and replied:

"You were right lads, tonight is going to be a riot!"

"Yeah," Trisha turned to me, "Bend over and touch your toes, you slag!" I complied immediately. "Go on Janet... give her a dozen hard slaps!"

"Why not?" Janet giggled.

She spanked me quickly, and ferociously, tanning my hide until it was pink and burning! As I straightened up, I noticed that Mike had stripped off his trousers, and that his cock was poking through his boxer shorts, already semi erect.

"Get it hard for me, you slapper," Trisha ordered, "Suck my man's dick until he's ready for me!" As I began to do so, I saw Dave removing his trousers too, waiting for his turn to come next! "Don't make him cum... or you'll regret it!"

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Janet opened it widely, allowing the next guests to see me 'at work' on Mike's cock! I looked up, took the cock from my mouth, and still bent over, I said:

"Welcome... My name is Pippa, and I am the Party Slut tonight. I am here to serve, and will do ANYTHING that I am told! Please feel free to use or abuse me."

Six men and four women entered the house.

"Looks like my kind of party," one of the guys commented. "Everybody get their kit off! This slut looks ready for action!" One of the women said to me:

"Fold all of our clothes and store them in a bedroom... then come back to serve us!" At once, I began picking up fourteen peoples clothes, and neatly stored them away!

I returned downstairs, just as the doorbell rang once again. I opened it to see a group of people in their late teens and early twenties. I wondered if they were gatecrashers, but without an invitation list, I could not refuse them entry, so I greeted them, saying:

"Welcome... My name is Pippa, and I am the Party Slut tonight. I am here to serve, and will do ANYTHING that I am told! Please feel free to use or abuse me."

There were three guys, and nine girls... all wearing 'clubbing' gear, and all of whom looked as if they had probably dropped a few tabs! The eldest girl seemed to be in charge, and she addressed her mates, loudly commenting:

"We've hit the jackpot everyone! This is gonna be a MENTAL party!"

"Yeah," shouted another, "check out the other room! Everyone's starkers!"

All twelve of them steamed into the house, joining the party. There were now four 'hostesses' and twenty six guests at the party, with only one sex-slave to serve them all... me!

"Are you really the Party Slut?" one of the girls asked me. She looked about nineteen or twenty, and had an evil glint in her eye.

"Yes miss. I am here to please any of the guests. In whatever way they wish. Nothing that I am requested to do will be refused. May I serve you in some way, Mistress?"

"Wait a minute... you're not really a girl, are you? You're a bloke in drag! I've only just realised!"

"Yes miss. My wife... your hostess this evening... has force-feminised me. She is the one who has ordered me to obey any of the guests here tonight."

"Wicked! Just wait until I tell the others!"

I felt a chill run up my spine as she said this... My situation had just gone from bad to worse!

My four Mistresses called me into the lounge, instructing me to join in the festivities, and to make myself available to the guests! Entering the main room was a little odd, as only the original fourteen guests had stripped off their clothing... the remaining twelve, the group of youngsters, were still dressed... or at least semi-dressed!

I saw many of the younger group whispering to each other as I entered the room. I may have been a little paranoid, but it seemed to me that they were planning something for me!

Karen grabbed my arms, and forced them behind my back. She placed the pink handcuffs over my wrists, and locked them together. I felt very vulnerable like this! Alice approached me next. She pushed a three inch rubber 'penis-gag' into my mouth... securing it in place, by buckling it tightly behind my head. I could see Susan, adjusting the ankle spreader bar to its shortest length... sixteen inches apart. She handed it to Helen, who attached it in-between my legs, cuffing each end to my ankles!

Bound in this fashion, and wearing high heels, I could only hobble around the room. No matter what anyone did to me now, I would be completely unable to escape from them!

I became the room's main attraction. Almost immediately, I began to feel people touching me. My silicon boobs began to get squeezed... my bum was pinched and slapped, and my legs were stroked.

Before long, I felt my skirt being pushed up over my hips, showing my panties to everyone in the room. Soon after this, one of the teenagers, a girl of only eighteen or nineteen, came over to me with a pair of scissors in her hands. She snipped each side of my knickers, pulling my Cache-Sex away through my thighs, and releasing my hidden cock from its restraint.

Embarrassed and humiliated though I felt, I was amazed to realise that this whole scenario was turning me on! I could feel a stirring in my loins, and though I tried as much as I could to stop it, I knew that I was getting erect! I was getting a hard-on!

I tried to keep my prick between my legs, but with my ankles forced apart, I failed to do so... and soon, my rampant cock was bouncing out in front of me... raising the front of my skirt, and standing proud for all to see!

Susan came over, and forced a cock-ring on me, down to the base of my shaft! I knew that with this on my cock... it would be virtually impossible to lose my erection! Before she moved away from me, Susan placed a blindfold over my eyes! Now, as I staggered around the room, I'd be unable to stop myself from bumping into the others.

I heard some girls giggling, and people stroking, grabbing and rubbing my dick. I felt hands around my waist, and become conscious of the fact that my skirt was being removed. The buttons of my blouse were next, and though it wasn't taken off me, it was opened from top to bottom, exposing my corset and my bra! I could feel hands everywhere now, as people explored every part of my body. I was surprised, as I felt a warm mouth engulf my rigid member!

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, and go! Go on Lisa! Suck it hard! Yeah! Go on, Lisa!" The crowd seemed to get riotous, as the unknown 'Lisa' blew me in front of them.

"Go on Rita... Yeah, strip her off! Get her kit off! Yeah... Get yours off too! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip!" As Lisa was stripped bare, and Rita followed suit, the crowd went mad, cheering:

"Woo-hoo! More, More, More, More, More, More, More, More! Go on Rita... now that you're both in the buff... get your tongue in her pussy!! While she's blowing him... Make her cum!"

"Go on Stanley... Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Strip! Let's get it on!" Suddenly, I felt an oily glob lubricating my arse! A finger pushed it into my rectum! What was going on?

"Yeah!!! What a buzz!!! Go on Mister... you take the slapper, while Stanley takes Rita!"

"Go on Stanley. Let Rita have it while she brings Lisa off!"

"Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go Lisa... Go! Make the slapper give you his cream! Suck Lisa... Suck Lisa... Suck Lisa... Suck Lisa... Make the Tranny cum!"

At the crowds urging, I felt Lisa redouble her efforts to bring me off. I was determined however that I would only cum when I wanted to! Blindfolded as I was, I could only imagine the scene before me... Lisa blowing me, whilst Rita ate her pussy... as Stanley pumped into her!

With all of this running through my mind, I almost missed the fact that the anonymous 'Mister' was about to ram his cock up my arse! When at last it happened, I was caught off guard... and I suddenly felt a large prick slamming into me!

"Helen, quick... Get this on video!" Susan shouted above the din... I had little doubt that the whole scenario would be recorded for posterity! I was pushed over a near table, allowing the man who was fucking me greater access. This change of position however, had not denied Lisa access to my dick, and with the mystery dick pushing against my prostate, I found it much more difficult to deny my cumming to Lisa. Luckily, before she brought me off, Rita managed to over-stimulate Lisa's clit! Lisa had to release my cock from her mouth, as she began to wail loudly... cumming all over Rita's tongue! I was lucky to be blindfolded, as for Stanley, the image of Lisa cumming was too much, and he pumped his seed into Rita's warm, wet pussy.

"Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next! Next!" The crowd screamed.

As they screamed, the cock that was up my arse filled me with jism! I felt my gag being removed, only to be replaced by a dripping wet pussy, as an unknown woman sat on the table before me!

Almost immediately, another cock replaced the first, pumping deeply into my rear.

"Come on everybody... Let's get naked!"

Someone pushed a pill down my throat! Another swiftly followed, and then a third! My mystery pussy quickly returned to fill my mouth!

"That was two Viagra and an 'E' that you've just swallowed... so, I hope you are up for a long night!" A voice whispered into my ear.

My handcuffs were removed, followed by my blouse, but my hands were rapidly filled, by two enormous, erect penises!

I suddenly heard my wife's voice, as she whispered to me:

"You're doing better than I could ever have imagined! I love you Pippa... keep it up! We're getting it all on video... so, we can watch it together another night!"

"Helen... don't you think that it's time we removed Pippa's blindfold?" Susan suggested to my wife.

"Okay... I'm ready if you are!"

My blindfold was removed, and I saw my wife... naked... climb up onto the table in front of my face! Lining up to fuck her was a queue of six men, each wanking themselves hard.

Beneath the table, I felt someone playing with my hard prick. The next thing that I knew, I was sliding into a man's arse, and fucking him slowly!

With a wet pussy to suck on, an arse that I was fucking, and two cocks that I was wanking off, I could hardly complain that Helen was being gang-fucked! I watched her being pleasured by all of these men, whilst I sucked the pussy on the table for all I was worth!

I felt my leg restraints being removed, and Susan approached me, and said:

"Now, let's see if you keep your word... I want you kneeling in the middle of the room, whilst all the men who aren't fucking your wife use you as their Bukkake slave!"

I complied, and I walked into the middle of the room, only to be surrounded by a group of wanking men! I helped to stimulate them, using my hands and my mouth, until... one by one... they shot cum all over my face!

The men moved aside once they'd finished, and I was told to lie on the floor, on my back, whilst each of the women at the party sat on my face. I was expected to use my tongue to bring each of them to climax! One at a time... I did exactly that!

The party ended, and everyone but my four Mistresses went home.

"You did us proud, Pippa!" My wife told me. "Don't the panties feel good? Would you like to wear them all the time?"

"That would be nice." I groaned. I knew that she was assuming control of me but I couldn't stop myself from submitting to her.

"That's my girl," she said. "See how nice it is to be a woman and keep your man happy? Now let's go to sleep and think about next weekend. I want you to wear your panties all the time from now on, OK?" I nodded, and we turned in.

The next day my wife made me a suggestion:

"I want you to let me be the 'Man' and for you to be my 'woman' for a while, is that Okay with you?"

"If it's your wish... then it's fine by me!" I replied.

"I always wondered what it would be like to be a guy and take control of my bitch."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" I asked, thinking... 'What choice do I have?'

I couldn't very well deny her, as I was feeling a little guilty about keeping secrets from her. She groaned, and she started to ride me faster and harder, as my acceptance filled her with passion.

"Oh baby, we're going to have so much fun, just you wait and see."

The next morning, Helen insisted on driving me to work, so she could go shopping for the weekend. She spent the entire day travelling around town, to find all the things she needed to make the weekend fit her conception of how it should be. She wouldn't even let me help carry the bags in the house. She didn't want to spoil any surprises she had in store for her weekend bitch, as she had started to refer to me.

That night, she insisted that we not have any sex, so we would have enough energy stored up for the weekend, even though she teased me at every opportunity she got.

Friday morning, I found a folded note on the kitchen table with my name on it.

I opened it and started to read it, and my feelings of dread were relived, as I found out it was all part of Helen's preparations.

Dear Pippa, the note started...

That will be your name for this weekend dear.

I hope you didn't get too scared by my deceptive request. I am sorry, but I couldn't think of any other way to get this adventure started as early as possible.

First of all, a good wife would have dinner ready for when her man gets home. It's all ready you just have to turn on the oven.

You will then proceed to the bathroom, where you will find the next step in preparations dear.

Love John.

P.S: You will refer to me this weekend by this name only!

I couldn't help but notice she seemed to be going all out in every way.

After turning on the oven, I got another surprise upon entering the bathroom. There were several hangers on the back of the door. Each of these had notes attached, and the counter was filled with different bottles and make-up supplies. Another note was taped to the mirror, it read:

Pippa, I have given you all the things you need to make yourself as pretty as can be.

To start with, I think you should clean yourself out.

Shave as close as you can, then use the bottle of Nair on your body hair.

DON'T MISS ANYTHING!

After you wash all that nasty body hair off in the shower, have a nice soak with some of the blue crystals in the container beside the tub, use the whole bottle dear.

The rest of the note dealt with make up tips. And the order of special foundations she had prepared for me to use.

I was amazed at the extent of Helen's plans. She had really gone off the deep end.

I actually shaved twice, and then liberally spread the Nair all over my body, including my arms and the few stray hairs on my toes. I wanted to be my best for "John."

As I lay in the tub, soaking after I had washed all my body hair down the drain, I was overcome by the lilac scented crystals she had supplied for me. I totally submerged myself for as long as I could; wanting to keep this lovely odour with me as long as possible.

I was torn between luxuriating in the tub, or moving on to the other surprises that were in store for me. But anticipation won out, and I forced myself out of the tub to start getting ready for what ever lay ahead.

I turned my attention to the false nails that she wanted me to wear. Her orders were that I should stick the false finger nails on with superglue! Once on, I had to varnish them with scarlet nail polish... and should colour my toe nails in the same manner, increasing the shine with a high-gloss varnish, on both my hands and my feet, once the red varnish was dry!

When that was done, I turned to the clothing she had picked out for me. The top hanger held a red corset that went from my lower ribs to my hips, with garter straps and red hose. A matching bra and panty set, made of red satin trimmed with a thin lace followed. The bra cups barely covered my nipples, leaving just a hint of my areole showing.

The panties were a high cut style thong that hid my cock and balls. The thong slid between my arse cheeks, and gave me a sexy feeling as I moved around and rubbed against my now hairless arse. The final hanger held a bright red satin dress with puffy sleeves.

The skirt was pleated and fanned out around me. It was very short, short enough to just cover the tops of my hose.

I put on the red, patent leather heels. Wobbling on the five-inch heels, I was grateful that this wasn't the first time I'd ever worn high heels, but it had been a long enough time ago that I felt the tension on the back of my calves.

As I looked in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, I shivered in surprise and excitement at my transformation. I was really impressed with myself, and I knew that Helen, or rather John, would be too. I noticed a little bag with another note attached to it, it read:

One last thing Pippa...

I wouldn't want you to spoil your new dress, so here is an apron to wear while you're setting up the table and finishing dinner.

John. Xxxxx

I tied the apron around my waist, as I made for the kitchen as smoothly as I could on my new heels.

I stopped in the doorway to the kitchen, shocked and startled to see a man sitting at the table.

I felt my face flush with the heat of embarrassment at being caught in drag by a stranger... until I realized that it was Helen, or rather John.

Her hair had been cut and styled like a man's. She even had a fake moustache. She was wearing a shirt and tie, pleated men's slacks and black shoes.

She stood up, and I looked her up and down. I noticed that the crotch of the slacks looked quite full.

John stepped towards me, grabbed both of my hands, raising them and whistling her approval.

"My... don't you look good enough to eat tonight Pippa?" She said in a masculine sounding voice.

"Thank you." I said, realizing my voice seemed to automatically go higher in pitch.

John kissed me on the cheek, and hugged me more forcefully than she normally would. I could feel the firmness when her crotch pushed into me. I shivered at the thought of what she had hidden in her slacks.

I fought the desire to reach down and grab a handful to find out what was there.

"Is dinner almost ready Pippa?" she asked.

I looked at the clock... and I realized that I'd spent almost 3 and a half hours getting ready.

Turning to the stove, I noticed the roasting pan had been removed. I looked back at John, and I saw a smile playing across her hairy lip.

"I kept an eye on it for you. I knew it might take awhile for you to get ready. I didn't think that it would have taken this long though. You must have been enjoying yourself in there?"

I could feel myself blush... and I looked down.

My eyes were drawn automatically to the bulge in her crotch. She must be wearing a fake cock I thought... she must really want to take this gender swap all the way.

"Are you going to just stand there dear, or are you going to get dinner on the table?"

I looked up to see a knowing smirk on her face as she sat down and looked at me. I was shaking with nervousness as I set the table under her scrutiny. She watched my every move, and sighed whenever I bent slightly with my back to her. It was making me feel really conscious about the length of my skirt. I wondered just how much I was revealing to her.

I began to set the table, and every time I placed an article in front of John, she would slide a hand up my hose covered leg, until I felt her touch my arse cheek. I felt electrical impulses shoot through my body, every time she'd grab a handful or pinch my arse, until it stung and grew hot. I could feel my erection growing in the confines of my tight satin panties, expanding towards my anus.

The last thing I did before I sat down was to pour us both some wine. This time, I felt her sliding between my legs, and rubbing the front of my knickers, making me shiver uncontrollably.

"You're pretty hot tonight, aren't you Pippa?" John asked, whispering into my ear, kissing my neck, and giving my cock one last squeeze... before letting go, so that I could sit down to eat.

Sitting on her left, I noticed that my place had been moved as close as possible to her. When I crossed my legs, our knees touched, sending more shocks through my body.

Through almost the entire meal John's hand caressed and fondled my nylon covered legs. I was so turned on I could barely eat.

While waiting for her to finish, I fought the urge to reach over and do some fondling of my own, to see just how large an apparatus John had come home with. Finally, John pushed back his chair and with a light slap on my thigh said:

"I'll go put on some music while you clear the table, bring the wine with you when you come dear."

She kissed my forehead and turned to leave the room, I watched as she walked away. She did look pretty masculine dressed like that, and I felt a flush begin to grow up my cheeks again.

I had the table cleared and the dishwasher going in five minutes flat. So, with glass and bottle in hand, I tried to walk as seductively as I could into the living room.

John had undone a few buttons and removed the tie, revealing that she even had somehow acquired chest hair. For some reason that seemed to thrill me, and gave me a sexual rush that ended in the base of my spine.

Holding up the empty glass for me to pour, low enough so that I had to bend to fill it. I noticed her eyes looking down my top.

"Nice dress, you're really quite lovely in it Pippa." she said with a smile.

"Thank you John." I replied feeling a flush rise to my face again.

"Sit with me dear, and let's relax for awhile."

She reached behind me and undid the apron, letting drop to the floor.

Grabbing my hand, she pulled it down onto her lap. I could feel the fake penis against the back of my thighs. It felt huge and created a shiver up my spine.

John gulped down the glass of wine and set it on the table. Letting me take a sip she took the glass from me and set it down also.

She pulled my face towards hers and started kissing me. Slowly her aggressiveness grew until she forced her tongue past my lips.

I could feel a hand rise up along my side to my chest. I felt another rush, as I realized that I could actually feel the sensations right through the fake mammaries, as she squeezed and rubbed them through the satin fabric. I couldn't stop myself from squirming against the bulge that I was sitting on. I began to feel a warm dampness in my panties.

A slow song started and John broke our kiss to suggest that we dance. Almost regretfully I rose off her lap and let her lead me to the middle of the room. Wrapping our arms around each other we moved together. John led me through the dance grinding the fake penis into me.

I felt myself shaking with passion as her hands explored my back from my shoulders to my thighs then up under my dress to my buttocks, kneading and rubbing in a circular motion until her fingers ran down between my cheeks and pushed up against my anus.

All the while John was grazing on my neck and earlobes making me feel more and more light headed as John's seduction of me was almost complete.

When the song ended I found myself rubbing my groin against the bulge in John's slacks. Humping my hips in silence except for my moans of desire and the rustling of satin.

I felt a momentary pang of loss when John pulled away from me. Taking my hand she led me to the bedroom.

I was left standing alone in the dark while she lit candles around the room.

Coming up behind me I felt a tug on the zipper of my dress and the tickling sensation of a hairy lip kissing its way down along the exposed flesh of my back.

Pushing it off my shoulders she reached around and cupped my breasts squeezing and pushing them together.

I could feel the fake cock rub between my arse cheeks.

Another tremor of lust rushed through my body and I shook like a leaf.

I forced myself to abandon the erotic feelings I was enjoying and turned in John's arms to face her.

With shaking hands I undid the buttons on her shirt and pushed it down her arms.

Helen did not have a large chest and with the fake hair in the soft light of the candles she looked quite masculine.

I raked my false nails down her torso, as I fell to my knees, and stared at the bulge that had intrigued me since my first sight it. Looking up into John's eyes, I licked my lips as seductively as I could, and I undid her slacks, pulling them down with the boxers in my haste. She laughed, as the fake cock sprang free from its restraint and hit me in the chin. I leaned back slightly to look at the monster John had between her legs... and I wrapped my hands around it.

"Oh John," I groaned in heat, "it's so big."

"Don't be afraid, Pippa dear;" She cooed at me while placing a hand at the back of my head, "I'm sure you're woman enough to handle it."

"At least, you're a big enough slut to take it. Take your dress off. I want you in only your underwear!" She growled, forcing my face close enough to touch it against my lips.

Nervously, I licked at the very end, and could feel a depression were a piss hole should be.

It felt hot from being enclosed against her flesh all evening.

I curled my tongue around the glands and marvelled how real it felt.

I opened my mouth and forced the head, which was about two inches in diameter past my lips.

I looked up to see John smiling down at me.

"You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth Pippa. Get it nice and wet for me, so it'll slide in easier my pretty little slut when we fuck you."

"We?" I thought!

John moaned, pushing on the back of my head and forcing the rubber cock to my throat. John kept pumping her cock in and out off my mouth, while I licked and sucked on it.

I seemed to have lost track of time, it felt like I had just started when it was pulled from my greedy lips.

"That's enough, you cock-sucking slut," she growled at me, "get on your hands and knees bitch, it's time to lose that cherry of yours."

A feeling of dread came over me. John's cock was really big, my jaw ached from sucking on its girth, and I could only get about a third of its length into my mouth.

I'm sure it was over two inches thick... and at least ten inches long if not more. Moving behind me she pushed my shoulders to the floor.

"You look so inviting in such sexy underwear Pippa," she stated as she snapped a garter against my arse.

John started to rub my back and sides moving to my legs, and then up to the lace waistband of my knickers. He slowly drew them off of my hips, and down to my knees.

I felt hands rubbing my arse cheeks in a circular motion, just before I felt her moustache tickling my spine, as John's tongue contacted my flesh. I started to feel bliss take over, and then a slapping palm connect with my right cheek.

I heard her snicker before she went back to rubbing my inflamed cheek, and starting to lavish my backside with her tongue. She was moving closer and closer towards my anus.

The sensation of her hot tongue finally reaching my anus surged through me like a torrent. If I hadn't of been on all fours I'm sure I would have fallen to the floor, as it was my arms were trembling... so weakened by lust and excitement.

"My little slut seems to be ready... is she?" John whispered hoarsely from behind me, while pushing on my back, until my shoulders and face made contact with the floor. I could feel her tongue stab into my anus, pushing past my sphincter several times. Suddenly, the heat of John's tongue and breath was replaced with a cool greasy sensation, as she used the fake cock to smear lubricant around my opening. Realizing that I was about to be impaled by that huge cock, my body tensed. John kept applying a steady pressure against my anus, massaging it until it would relax.

"Use your hands bitch, pull those pretty cheeks apart, and relax so it will be easier on you." She demanded with a slap to my left arse cheek.

I was on all fours, crossdressed and made up, with my head facing away from the door, when I heard a click... and the door opening! I tried to rise, but my wife pushed me down!

"Stay as you are! Don't move, and don't turn around! I have a surprise for you my darling!" Fear flashed through my mind, but I complied with my wife's instructions.

I heard my wife whispering to someone, and then I felt a footstool being placed beneath my tummy, as my forearms were bound to my thighs with some leather belts. This was done in such fashion as to allow my fingers to reach my bum cheeks sufficiently that I could hold them apart... exposing my arsehole and making me feel very vulnerable. My head was touching the floor, my arse raised above the footstool, and my long nails dug into my bum cheeks, as I felt a leather ankle cuff being attached to my left leg. My thighs were pushed apart widely, and I felt another cuff being attached to my right ankle. I tried to close my legs, only to find that the cuffs were held apart by an ankle spreader bar!

I was trapped in place, exposed and humiliated! My wife came to face me, and I saw her take out our digital camera... and our video camera too! I shouted out to her:

"What are you doing? You can't seriously expect me to let you film me like this!"

"Yes, my darling... I can, and I will be doing just that! I want a record of what happens here today! Something to guarantee that you will do exactly as I tell you from now on!"

"But..."

I got nothing more out, as I felt my wife pushing a rubber ball-gag into my open mouth, and securing it behind my head with a strap.

"You're probably wondering what your surprise is, aren't you dear?" I nodded desperately.

"Well, Pippa... let me introduce you to our guests!" Helen... or should I say John... signalled for the person behind me to come forward, so that I could see who it was.

To my surprise, and to my horror, three women came into view! The first was Helen's best friend, Judy... followed by my secretary from work, Karen... and most embarrassingly of all, my next door neighbour, Yvonne! Just as I thought that things could get no worse... Helen said:

"One last surprise dear... the cherry on the topping..." She signalled once more, and another of her friends appeared... Harry!

Harry was Helen's confidante... a gay guy that she'd known for many years, and one that she'd always joked with me about... because she'd told me that he'd always fancied me! Helen set the video up on its stand and pressed record, making sure that we were all in frame! She took some stills too... me, with each 'guest' and then a group picture!

"Pippa... you will address each of the ladies here as 'Mistress,' and will call Harry and I 'Master.' Is that understood?" Once again, I nodded... my gag still in place. "Well girls, I think a little something to warm our little slut slave-girl up is in order, don't you? How about warming up those buns to start with... they make such a nice target!"

"Good idea... a spanking sounds like a great ice-breaker!" Yvonne agreed.

"How many slaps each?" Karen asked.

"How about a dozen?" Alice replied. Harry just grinned.

"Can I lube him up afterwards?" he asked slyly.

"Absolutely you may Harry." I disbelievingly heard Helen telling him.

"He'll need it for my strap-on anyway!" Helen invited Karen to take the honours, saying:

"Karen, you start... you have to put up with him everyday in the office, so get your own back!"

"Can I borrow your hairbrush? I want to use the back of it to spank him/her with."

"Of course, here it is. That was a good idea Karen... why don't the rest of us decide what to use?"

As the others discussed their game-plan, a muffled scream fought to get past my gag, as Karen began to swat my bare arse with my wife's hairbrush... each stroke harder than the one before! As I began to recover from Karen's assault, I was horrified to hear the others, as Karen asked:

"Have you any birch twigs, Helen? The sting is always preferable in a novice I find."

"We certainly do, Karen," was the reply. "I'll just fetch a couple. Would you like them long or short? Oh, and would you like them to be ones with lots of heads?" she asked knowingly.

"Long, I think I'd prefer... and yes, the bushier the better. Young and springy, if you have any available."

Though I couldn't see her face, I could hear the anticipation in her voice. She was really looking forward to reddening my backside and thighs. Though I was now trembling a little with fright, my insides were tingling with expectation... and anticipation. I was going to be thrashed by a friend of my wife's, whilst the other three, (and she,) were going to watch... and all with her blessing!

"I think I'll leave her underwear on to begin with." Commented my tormentor. "Just so she knows what to expect."

"Would you like me to gag her with that penis gag that I showed you earlier?" I heard my wife say.

I was stunned, as I felt the hard rubber ball-gag being removed and a hard rubber, penis shaped, 3" gag going into my mouth as its replacement... strapped tightly behind my neck.

"Thank-you," was all that Karen said as it was done. Within seconds, Helen had handed two long birch twigs to Karen, and the scene was set to begin.

"You will now experience your first birching, Pippa." Explained Helen, as Karen familiarised herself with the birch twig canes that she now had in her possession. Though impossible for me to see, it was evident that she was practising her caning movements, by the loud swishing noises being made through the air. Helen continued to taunt me by saying:

"You can expect to learn the feel of this and several other instruments of punishment before we have finished your training, my girl. The slightest sign of disobedience or error will see that you get a varied level of correction. So, it is in your best interest to do as you're told... promptly and to the letter! Remember that slave... it will serve you well to do so."

With the gag still firmly in place, I was unable to respond, let alone plead for mercy. Suddenly, and with no warning, I felt my thighs explode with pain and heat, as the first blow hit home. I felt tears come to my eyes and panic rise inside of me.

Thhhwwwackk! The air hissed as another hit its target.

"I think six will do to start with." I heard Harry's voice intone. "We want her compliant... not unable to move."

The four Dominants nodded their agreement, as another blow landed, right in between my arse cheeks. I wriggled as much as I could, but I was held fast by my bindings. A gurgle escaped from my throat, as I tried to scream as loudly as I could, fighting the rubber prick in my mouth. The fourth, fifth and sixth landed in quick succession... my back fighting to arch, as my wrists and ankles held it back, keeping me poised. Then... all four of my 'Doms' left the room, letting me stew... and ponder what had just occurred.

Some twenty minutes later, I heard steps... and my true Mistress, Helen; my wife released me from my bonds.

"You're doing well, Pippa." Was all she said, as she began rubbing cool moist cream into my welts.

Just as I began to think that my ordeal might be over, and that they'd had their fun with me, I felt the cold hard steel of a pair of handcuffs fasten themselves to my right wrist. Too shocked to struggle, I allowed her to cuff the other wrist to a second set. Both cuffs were attached to steel chains, and I realised that a pulley was raising me.

Though I hadn't realised, Helen had returned.

She was hoisting me up, until my arms were straight above me, and my feet were just high enough to make my heels leave the floor, leaving me ever so slightly on tip toe.

"Now for a change of position we feel," uttered Harry. I felt the silky hands of two of the Dominatrix release the cock harness, adjusting it to make my semi hard member protrude from the front.

"The ladies want to tease you a while, so I'm going to watch TV upstairs. Be good Pippa

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