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Husband Becomes Helens Submissive Sex-Slave!

"My darling husband, I'm enjoying this so much that I think we'll stay the whole week-end. Be a good girl... and you might even get to enjoy it!" she laughed mercilessly, as her two companions giggled menacingly.

I felt the nettles brush, ever so gently over my glands, almost tickling me. Then... I felt the heat, the burning sting that those plants impart, swelling my cock to full hardness.

"Don't worry Darling, they'll do you no permanent harm," lulled my Mistress wife soothingly, "but they will enhance every little thing that we girls are going to do with you... And to you!"

I could feel my aching cock growing, as it stung, throbbing as it grew in girth.

My strength to keep my masculinity was rapidly diminishing, and I began to allow myself to enjoy my degradation.

Harry came forward next. He untied me and removed the gag, saying:

"So, are you the cock hungry TV slut?"

Knowing that Helen and her girlfriends were watching me, I said:

"Yes, that's me."

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

I was very nervous, but was sure of what my wife would want me to say and do.

"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 sofa, I was just at the right height. I only had to lean a little forward to be face to face with his cock. It was fat, and was 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. Alice approached me now, saying:

"Get over here!"

I rose, and then walked over to the table.

"Bend over!"

I bent over the table.

Helen, my love, sat right in front of me, next to Karen and Susan.

The three watched me, with intense scrutiny. I heard some shuffling behind me, and then felt something greasy on my upturned arse.

Without warning, something was inserted up my arse.

"Yeeeeeeoowwwww," I managed to yell before some duct tape was slapped on my mouth.

"Fuck him, Alice! Fuck the little whore," spat Karen.

After a bit of fucking, Alice looked into my eyes and asked if I liked her vibrator. If looks could kill, she'd be six feet under right now.

Karen fucked my arse without mercy, and then, as quickly as she started, stopped. The room quieted, except for my murmuring from behind the tape. My arse burnt, inside and out, and I felt like trash. Minutes past before Helen's low voice emerged from in front of me.

"The next time you work late, remember what you will get when I see you... if I decide to see you," she railed, a slim smile creasing her lips. "And the next time you tell Karen some sort of sexist joke, she'll call me and that night the two of us will take you in hand. And if you even made a partial snide remark at the gym, Karen will report it to me. The jig is up for you, Mister, from now on you will become a loving partner, like in the old days, or you will be punished. This was just a prelude of what you can expect."

I got the message, no question about it!

I got the message and understood it quite well. My mind was jumbled, a combination of embarrassment and excitement, sort of the feeling you get when caught making out in the backseat of a car in your teenage years by a passer-by, or in your basement when your parents come home unexpectedly.

I was ordered to my knees, tears streaking down my face. My arse was piercing with pain as I stared at the floor.

Three sets of legs closed in, and I was ordered to kiss the feet of each woman, and then after they turned around, each of their arses, (clothed mind you,) in succession.

The humiliation continued, as I was blindfolded and spanked once more, this time an over knee beating which made a beet red arse hot enough to cook on.

One of the women lodged my nose into her butt cheeks, and let loose with a fart which would have made a bean-eating cowboy proud.

It wasn't a pretty sight, me over the knees of a faceless woman, with my face on the receiving end of an arse, but the Polaroid they showed me, enhanced by their background laughter, more than sickened my stomach. If I had eaten, I surely would have lost my lunch.

Alice stared at my helplessness for a while, and then Karen, Susan, and Alice kissed her cheek and mouthed their good-byes.

Now there was only 'Pippa' and her Master, John... (His wife Helen!)

She led him into the bedroom and told him to take off his clothes.

When he stood before her naked she moved behind him.

First she removed her own g-string panty, she instructed him to lift up his leg, and she went down and slipped one side of panty over his foot.

"Now lift the other," she said, and he complied.

As she slid the g-string up his legs, he could feel his cock getting harder and harder.

The g-string was tight, and with his massive erection, she had to leave his cock hanging out to the side in order to pull the panties all the way up.

He couldn't believe he was letting her do this to him.

First her neighbour had fucked him in the arse, and then she had made him finger fuck his own arse and video it for her, now she was putting her own panties on him. Next, she put the corset on him, and then the garter and the stockings. All of the clothing items were bursting at the seams. Helen took off her boots... and she instructed Pippa to put them on.

"There's no way they will fit," he said.

"You listen to me Pippa, either you put on those boots, or I send the video, now which is it going to be?" He was dripping in pre-cum at this point and getting so turned on by her dominance.

Somehow he fit her size nine women's boots onto his size ten men's shoes. Unbelievable.

The next thing she did was take a wig from her nightstand and put it on his head. Then she moved him to the foot of the bed and took out her make-up kit.

Thirty minutes later, minus the enormous erection and the lack of breasts, he was looking like one damn hot woman.

She leaned him back on the bed and began kissing him.

She was so hot and horny she just had to have him.

She left all of his clothing on but slid his cock into her warm and sopping wet pussy.

After a few pumps she could tell he was nearly cumming.

She glanced up at the watch and saw that she only had a few more minutes before she knew her people would be there, and stage two of her plan had begun.

From his already exposed position she pushed his head back down into the pillows.

"Close your eyes," she instructed.

While he did this she clasped each of his wrists to the bed posts with two pairs of handcuffs.

"What the fuck?" shouted Tom, her friend and her boss, as he barged into the room.

"Helen baby, what are you doing in bed with another woman?" he screamed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he grabbed her by the hair, threw her off the bed, and into the dresser.

"You fucking slut," he yelled.

When he turned back to the bed, he noticed Pippa's massive cock exposed out of the g-string.

"Looks like this little slut's excited," he said.

"Looks like this little girl was about to fuck my friend. Now... I can't be having that, can I? Not in her home," Tom said with a slight grin on his face.

He grabbed his friend and threw her towards the head of the bed. He took one of the other ends of the cuffs on Pippa's wrists and clasped it to one of Helen's wrists.

"Now, seeing as neither one of you will be going anywhere, I'll be back when I please."

He left the room and phoned a few of his buddies up. He told them he was going to need their help in teaching some little slut a lesson. They all wanted some pussy, so they said they'd be over in about twenty minutes.

While he was out of the room, Pippa started telling Helen how she needed to get him out of the cuffs, or else this might be a really horrible situation.

"He could do anything," she pleaded. "Find a way to get me out."

Even if she could have gotten them out of the cuffs, she was not sure if she really wanted to. She had known this was going to happen all along. Putting him in her clothes. Putting him on the bed handcuffed. Knowing exactly when her friend would get to her home. She wanted to see him get his punishment, and this was the only way she could imagine doing it.

A few minutes later Tom returned, only this time he was not alone.

Behind him were three of his friends. There they stood, all around 6'2-6'4, big, strong, powerful, men.

They started taking off their clothes, making jokes with one another, and saying how they were going to teach this slut the lesson of a lifetime for messing with Tom's friend.

Soon they were all naked.

They had their dicks in their hands and were slowly stroking them to life.

The smallest one was 8 inches, not even fully erect. The others were even bigger, and had more girth.

Pippa was getting terrified, and even Helen started getting anxious.

She realized that she was nearly as helpless as Pippa, but at this point they weren't even paying her any mind.

Tom made the first move.

He was approaching Helen's side of the bed with his massive erection. He took his cock and hit Helen on the side of the face a few times with it. Then he turned his arse to her, while he thrust his huge dick into Pippa's mouth.

Tom started face-fucking her in her mouth-pussy, and she could barely gasp for air. At the same time one of the other men, named Chris, approached him from the other side of the bed. His dick was even fatter, and just as long.

He began stroking it right by Pippa's face, and waited his turn. Soon, Tom was approaching orgasm, and within seconds, he firmly grasped Pippa's head, and shot his cum straight down her throat. He kept spewing and spewing and Pippa began choking. But Tom wouldn't let go.

"You fuck my friend, I fuck you," he coolly said.

By the time he pulled his cock out of Pippa's mouth, his dick was slowly softening. Chris instantly took his place. Pippa didn't even have time to catch her breath. Her mouth was being stretched in ways she had never imagined.

While Chris face fucked him, Tom ordered Helen to start licking out his arsehole, and fingering him. She did as she was told, and slowly his cock started coming back to life.

When he was hard again, he ordered his friend LeBron to take his place, and for Helen to start sucking his cock and balls. He also told his friend Andrew to just wait patiently for his turn.

Within a minute, Chris was frantically fucking Pippa's face. When he began to cum, he pulled out, and shot his load all over Pippa's pretty face. It was dripping from her eyes, nose, and lips.

"Lick that shit up you whore..." said Chris. "You know that you love it you little cumslut." As Pippa licked cum off her lips, Chris used the tip of his dick to smear any cum she couldn't reach onto her tongue. Pippa thought she was done, but he lingered a second longer. After Chris finished, Andrew approached next. Pippa could not believe the size of Andrew's cock. It was at least a foot long, and had enormous girth, at least two or three inches across. As Andrew stuck the head into Pippa's mouth, she felt a strange sensation on her arse-pussy.

Tom had started pushing his cum-lubricated dick into Pippa's arse-pussy. The head was so swollen that it took a minute before it slid in. Once it was in, it stretched Pippa's pussy more than ever, and she clenched down on Andrew's enormous cock. Tom started pounding into her arse with no mercy and she kept taking Andrew's 12 inch cock deeper down her throat. She was moaning like a two-dollar whore on Andrew's cock, and she had never felt so much pain mixed with pleasure in her life.

"Oh yeah, this bitch loves it. She loves to be fucked by huge cocks!"

Pippa's arse was so tight, and within moments, Tom was spewing his load deep into her rectum. At the same time Pippa felt cum oozing into him, she started sucking Andrew's cock with a new passion, and took it to the depths of her throat.

In a moment, Andrew started cumming. He came... nearly double the amount of the other guys, and Pippa could barely keep it from cumming up her throat. Right after he came, LeBron came all over Helen's face.

Chris quickly took Tom's place and started pounding Pippa's gaping arse-pussy. It was still so tight, and within minutes, he blew his load, while Pippa nursed Tom's cock back to life. By this point, Pippa's cock was hard as a rock, and needed to cum desperately.

"Now you listen up you slut," said Tom. "I am going to un-cuff you and turn you over, but if you try any funny business, we will beat the shit out of you, understood? In fact, I don't even need to worry, because you want this more than anything, don't you? You want me and Andrew to double penetrate you up your arse, while my friend sucks you off, and you suck off Chris? You'd love that wouldn't you, you dirty fucking cumslut? Answer damn it!"

"Yes," replied Pippa, not believing what she was saying.

"Yes. Yes what? Tell us what you want us to do?" cooed LeBron.

By this point, Pippa was so damn horny that she could not hold back.

"Please DP my tender arse-pussy while I suck off Chris. Please fuck me like the slut that I am. Please let me cum!!!"

"That's a girl," said Andrew. "Now roll over."

With that Tom slid underneath of Pippa. He slid his dick easily into her loose pussy. Andrew positioned his dick at the entrance of her arse-pussy. He pushed it down and against Tom's cock and her other wall. It wouldn't budge.

"Helen babe, get over here and help me with this. Smear your pussy juice onto my cock... so I can get inside of Pippa," said Andrew.

Helen didn't hesitate. She took her pussy and arse juice, she put it all over Andrew's dick, and onto Pippa's hole. Andrew started pushing again, and soon he was in. It was so tight she could barely move at first. Next, Helen put her head in between Pippa and her Andrew's crotches, and took Pippa's dickclit into her mouth. At the same time, LeBron came up behind her to her arse that was hanging off of the bed. He stuck his dick up her arse and began fucking her.

Chris's cock was the only one unused, and Pippa quickly took him into her mouth and took care of him. Andrew pounded steadily in and out of Pippa's double cock filled he-pussy.

He went harder and harder, and soon the tightness and the rubbing of Tom's head on his own, started sending him towards climax. A few more thrusts and he started cumming. His first dick twitch triggered Tom, and they both started spewing load after load deep into her pussy. With all that cum going down into him, Pippa could not handle another second, and he began cumming in Helen's mouth. This sent Helen over the edge in combination with LeBron cumming right in her arse.

She screamed out in pleasure. At the same time, Chris began cumming straight down Pippa's throat. Pippa's own cum dripped down out of Helen's mouth, and onto her dickclit. She was covered and filled to the brim with cum and cock. The six of them all collapsed on the bed with cum, cock, arse, and pussy reeking in the air...

The men all thanked Helen for allowing them to be a party to her fantasy scenario, and left the house...

Helen called my other three Mistresses back into the room. They agreed that I should wear my bra and corset, with a pair of lacy panties, under one of Helen's short see-through nighties, overnight... and that I would sleep in the guest room, cuffed and tied to the bedposts until morning!

They removed the video camera, which had recorded everything that had happened to me, from the room... they marched me into the guest bedroom, and they changed me into my night-clothes. They forced a couple of Rohypnol down my throat, and then they bound me hand and foot to the bed, before leaving me, to return downstairs to the lounge... where they would plan my itinerary for the following day... and watched the video footage of Pippa's day!

The pills quickly knocked me out, and I was rapidly asleep. I slept a dreamless sleep, in a dark, empty void!

"Let's take him out in public in the morning!" Susan suggested.

"Okay, but where to?" Alice asked.

"More to the point, what shall we do whilst we're out?" Karen queried.

"I think that I know what..." Helen replied, "Why don't we take Pippa to Soho? We can take her shopping... for her own clothes... and underwear!"

The girls all grinned at one another, as they swapped ideas.

"We can start in Soho... buying Pippa some sex-toys, and some sexy 'fantasy' clothes, but why stop at that? Why not make her buy her underwear... and her regular clothes from normal shops?"

"You mean that we should take her to places that we'd go shopping?"

"Sure, why not? We could traipse her down Oxford Street... Maybe even into Selfridges... or Harrods!"

"Cool! Make her try things on in main-street stores, like Miss Selfridges, H&M, or even Marks and Spencer's!"

"We can make her ask the shop assistants to help her."

"Make her buy some perfume!"

"Why not go a step further? Make her make-up before we leave, using nothing more than a thick layer of foundation! Her eyes are already 'permanently' lined, as are her brows and her lips! That way, we can make her get a make-over in one of the big department stores!"

"I love it! How humiliating for her to have to sit openly, in a chair that's situated in such a manner as to invite other people's scrutiny!"

"Of course, it's done purposely... to make other women interested in their make-up, isn't it?"

"We must dress her up so that she looks like a tramp!"

"That goes without saying! She has to look like a cheap slut!"

"A hooker I'd say!"

"A 'street hooker' at that!"

"Exactly! A prostitute from King's Cross!"

They all laughed, a wicked gleam in each of their eyes!

"Tomorrow 'daytime' seems well planned, but we mustn't waste all of that work!"

"I agree... What shall we make her do tomorrow evening/night?"

"Why not send her on a quest?"

"Like what?"

"Where to?"

"How about making her go to a Transvestite's club? There are several down in Earl's Court."

"Sounds good."

"We could do something similar to the car-park fiasco... By writing down what she must do!"

"Give her a set of tasks to complete!"

"Make her tell people her tasks!"

"Better yet, make her show them her task-list!"

"Yes... tell her that she can't talk to anyone until they have read her list!"

"Sounds like a plan! Let's get some sleep, tomorrow's going to be a long day!"

"You know..." Helen said, as she woke me, "...I've been thinking... I'm happy for you to wear my undies today, but you can't keep on wearing them. What you really need is your own panties and bra and so on. What about we go out now, before there are too many people about, and get them for you? I'll help you choose. Oh, this is so exciting." I stood up, grabbed Philip by the hand, and dragged him out of the chair. "Come on, let's get changed."

"But... but... do we have to?"

"Well, yes, if you want to look as good for me as you do now. Don't you want to look good for me?"

"Yes... but..."

"No buts sweetie. You can leave on the undies you have on now, no one will notice, as long as you wear a loose fitting shirt, and then... when we get home, we'll have some fun." I rubbed the front of the knickers.

I could see that Philip wasn't too happy about this arrangement, so I made a big fuss of making sure the bra didn't show through her shirt. It didn't, but her new shape did. It wasn't obvious, but if you knew about it, you could see it.

Twenty minutes later, we were in the lingerie department of one of our better department stores, looking at the displays. Susan, Karen and Alice joined us there.

"What do you think of these... or these... or these..?" I asked Philip as we walked through the shop. I could see he had his eyes on the assistants, trying to keep them away. I had my eyes on them too, and timing it to perfection, I said:

"Remember... these are for you, so pick something nice and feminine," just as one of the assistants joined us. She must have heard, although she didn't let on. But she did look at Philip as she said:

"Can I help you with anything?" She emphasised the 'you' as she looked at his chest.

Philip swallowed hard.

"Um..."

"We'd like a bra and knicker set... with a matching garter belt," Karen said.

"Certainly." ...to Philip, she asked:

"Any particular style or colour?"

"Um..."

"What do you think of this set?" I asked Philip.

"It's... um..."

"It's very like what you're wearing now. Is that what you're trying to say?" I asked him. He looked like he wanted the floor to open, but the assistant was unfazed.

"Why don't we go and try it on?" the assistant said, "And if you don't like it... we'll try something else. What's your name?"

We both spoke at the same time.

"Phi..."

"Pippa," I said, quite firmly... and a little louder than Philip.

"It must be Pippa. She doesn't like Pip..." The assistant took Philip's hand, and they walked away.

A couple of women standing nearby must have heard the exchange, because they both held up their hands to me and clapped silently. I smiled.

"Thank you."

Thirty minutes later, Philip still hadn't returned. I was starting to worry. I hoped he wasn't giving the assistant a hard time. I needn't have worried. Ten minutes later they returned, Philip looking a lot happier than when we'd walked into the shop.

"I'm so sorry we were so long, but I wanted to get just the right fittings for such a beautiful new lady, and Pippa couldn't make up her mind about a couple of things."

"I thought she should have some lingerie for the night-time, and she didn't think so ...but she's decided to take it, and to bring it back if it's no good ...And some stockings ...and a corselet ...and a couple of other nice little feminine things too. She decided to leave on one of the new sets, and the set she wore into the store is in this bag. Oh, by the way, your idea for Pippa to wear a panty liner was a good one. I noticed it was quite wet and sticky when she put it into her new knickers."

"Show me what you're buying..." Susan said, and the assistant put everything on the counter. It was all so feminine, lots of lace and ruffles. "And what about what you're wearing?" Philip went pale.

"Show you here? In the shop? What about..?" He looked frantically round the store.

"It's OK," I said. "It's a lingerie department... and women wear lingerie, so nobody here will be seeing anything new."

"But... but..."

"It's OK," the assistant said.

"Nobody will mind. Truly." She unbuttoned Philip's shirt, and pulled it out of his trousers.

"Isn't the bra exquisite?" she asked me.

"And the knickers and garter belt all match. Oh, she does look so nice."

And with that, two women walked past Philip, and saw what he was wearing.

"Oh, what a beautiful bra, Mum. I wish I could get Paul to wear something like that." She looked Philip full in the face and said:

"You look gorgeous. I wish you were mine," and they walked away.

Philip's mouth had dropped open at the comment. I must say, I too was stunned. I knew Philip looked good, but I didn't realise how good.

When I had finished with his transformation, not only was he going to have the guys coming from everywhere... but maybe the women too.

"Pippa chose everything herself," the assistant broke in.

"Oh, she's going to look scrumptious when she's dressed up. Now, is there anything else in the store you'd like?"

There were a lot of surprises for me that morning, first the young woman, and now the assistant. There was also the look on Philip's face. He looked almost... dare I say it... happy.

I hadn't considered buying anything else today, thinking the shock might have been too much for him. But... after seeing Philip's face, and hearing the assistant's enthusiasm, I changed my mind. Philip? Perhaps I should start thinking of him as Pippa.

"Well, yes, there is. Pippa needs a full wardrobe... Dresses, skirts, tops, shoes... but that's too expensive to get in one day. Pippa and I need to talk about what might suit her best, so we might come back next weekend... and you can help us then. But perhaps today you can help us with make-up ...and false nails ...and nail polish, and so on?" Had I gone too far, too fast? "Is that OK with you Pippa?"

"Oh sure, Helen," she said. "But you'll have to teach me how to use it all." I breathed a sigh of relief. In the car home I was nervous. I had all these wonderful plans, but I wasn't sure how far I could push Phil... ah... Pippa.

"You were right," she said. "It is exciting. I didn't realise just how good it could be. And women's underwear is just so pretty. Not like that stuff we men have to put up with. I should have done this a few years ago."

"You're not angry with me?"

"No, Helen. I guess I was a bit surprised this morning, a bit apprehensive, not knowing what you had in mind... but it's OK now. And that woman who sold me the undies. She was nice. She said she had several guys who bought lingerie for themselves. She said I had to do something about hiding my dick. It was OK if I was going to wear a dress or a skirt, because the looseness of the fabric would cover any bulges, but if I wanted to go out in tight trousers or shorts, or was going to wear a bikini to the beach, then I would have to tuck it away so it couldn't be seen. She even told me how to do it. I said it didn't matter, because I was just going to wear the undies around the house, not wear a dress, or go out or anything."

'Not yet anyway,' I thought but didn't say anything. I was pleased too, to learn what the assistant had said. Her name was Heather, and she was one of my best friends. Earlier in the week, I had confided in her my plans for Philip. Later, when Pippa was ready to go on public display, and perhaps, to go out in public... I planned to have a 'coming-out' party, and Heather would be one of the first to meet Pippa. By the time we arrived home, Pippa was quite excited.

"Can we go to bed now?" she asked as soon as we were through the door.

"Don't you want to put your new things on, and show me what you bought?"

"Oh, sure. But can we do that later?" I rubbed my hand across the front of her trousers, and I could feel her penis trying to break free of the flimsy material of the panties. I pretended to hesitate.

"Well... I don't know. Are you sure you wouldn't rather wait?"

"No, no. Let's go to bed now. I'll put them on for you later."

"Well, if you're sure."

And with that, we were stripping off our clothes as we went. By the time we were in the bedroom, I was naked. Pippa had all her male clothes off, and was just starting on her lingerie...

"Wait," I said. "I want to make love to you while you're wearing your new undies." She turned to me and smiled.

"What a good idea," she said.

We lay together for some time, gently caressing each other, our backs, our sides, our fronts, yes definitely our fronts... I told Pippa to 'once again,' think of herself as a woman with her boyfriend, perhaps Simon, alongside her. She was soon moaning quite loudly... as was I, and finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted Philip... Pippa... to go down on me, but another part of me was thinking about the future, so I said:

"Pippa. Suck my cock please... Oh God, suck my cock." She moved down my naked body, working on my breasts with both hand and mouth, licking my nipples, while one hand stroked my clit.

Philip felt so good, so hard, inside the flimsy feminine knickers. He moved his head lower, slower and then finally, oh, so slowly, he found his goal. He buried his head between my legs. I didn't last very long. Almost immediately, I was bucking uncontrollably, and yelling for Philip, someone, anyone to:

'...Fuck me, now, you bastard, ffffffuuuuucccckk mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...'

I came back to earth, slowly, slowly, to find Philip rubbing his cock through the panties.

"Let me do that," I said, and he did. I caressed his dick and his balls through the flimsy materiel, and soon... he too was moaning.

"We're going to tie you up now," I whispered, and he said:

"Ohhhhh... Kaaayyy..." He lay back, put his hands behind his head, and I tied him to the bed... first his hands, and then his legs. He was still moaning, and breathing very heavily.

"Would you like to watch me play with myself?" I asked him. He moaned.

"Yes." I moved across his body, and I kneeled over his chest, so my pussy was right in his face. I opened my lips, and started playing with myself. He couldn't keep his eyes off me.

"Do you want to play with yourself while you lick me?" I asked.

"Oh, God... yes!"

"Oh, good," I said. "I'd like it if you stroked yourself while you're licking me." I buried my pussy over his mouth. His tongue came out and started work... and I watched as he struggled to free his hands.

"Helen," he mumbled, through a mouth full of me. "I can't get to my dick. Will you untie me?"

"Oooohhhhh, your tongue is so gooood...' I breathed, ignoring his request. "Just so good." He tried again.

"I can't get to my dick. Will you untie me?"

"You can do it," I said. "Just keep trying. You can undo yourself. I'm enjoying this so much... I don't want you to stop." I squatted lower on his face. I was moving too, and I could feel my breasts moving, swinging freely in space.

"Your tongue is... oh, I could take this forever and ever and eveeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrr..."

Once again, I was gone, bucking, wildly riding his tongue as I climaxed. I was hanging on to the top of the bed-head, so I could get momentum. And finally... I was finished, calm, and I got off Philip's face and lay alongside him.

"Oh, that was so wonderful." I said. "You keep that tongue just for me. Try and give it to any one that we don't order you to, and you'll be in big trouble. Ohhhh... did you have just as much fun as I did? Why don't you relax, and come down while I have a shower?" With that, I was off the bed, and on my way to the bathroom.

"Helen? Helen? Will you untie..?" I closed the door. When I came out of the shower, Pippa was lying, frustrated, on the bed. Her dick was still stiff, just like I like them. She looked so good I wanted to start again. I desisted, and I started getting dressed. She wanted to start again too, but I said:

"Later. You'll enjoy it so much more, later. After you've tried on all your pretty, new things for me. And besides... I don't want to get undressed again." I untied her. She wasn't happy, but she could see I wasn't going to change my mind. "And don't even think about playing with yourself," I said. She modelled everything she had bought, and then asked me if I would show her how to do her face and nails. I agreed. Later, when we were finished, I had a good, critical look at her. She looked good, and I told her:

"Have a look in the mirror." She agreed.

"Do you want to lick me?" I asked, and she said:

"Yesyesyesyes... pleeeeaaaase..." I sat on the couch, lifted my dress, and took off my knickers. Pippa was between my legs almost before I knew what was going on. And, once again, I was gone, much, much too soon. I noticed, as she was licking me, Pippa was rubbing herself.

"Stop that," I said. "I told you this morning that you could only play with yourself, and go off, when I said... and I haven't said. As punishment, you'll have to lick me off whenever I want you to, and then I'll let you rub yourself. In fact, I might rub you too. But you won't know when I'm going to let you. So each time you lick me, you'll have to do a better job than the time before, because if you don't, then I certainly won't let you play with yourself. Oh, and I want to watch. And... I'll know, won't I? If you've had an illegal rub, because there won't be as much juice as I will be expecting ...and if there's not as much as I want, then there'll be even more trouble. So finish me off," and I lay back while she continued to lick me.

I noticed that he was no longer playing with himself. Good boy. Later that night, we discussed the events of the day.

"Did you enjoy yourself today?" I asked.

Big pause, while Pippa considered her answer.

"Yes. Yes, I did. You gave me a few shocks a few times, but when the moment was over it wasn't a problem. Yes, I did enjoy myself."

"I knew you would. Being a woman is just so good. You get to wear all that sexy gear and no one minds. In fact it's expected of you. And some of the dresses that girls wear to nightclubs... wow."

Pippa smiled.

"Yes," she said dreamily.

I could see that she was imagining herself in something frilly.

"Can we do this again, Helen?"

"Of course we shall. I just want you to be so lovely and beautiful And... And... Wanted."

As I woke, my four Mistresses gave me my instructions for the evening's events. I paled as I heard them, but agreed to do everything that they'd ordered me to!

I was just entering my prearranged destination. It was 11PM, and just before I paid the admittance fee, I stopped to look at myself in the mirrored walls. Reflected before me was a sexy, if a little sluttish looking woman in her thirty's.

In my hand, I hold a sheet of paper, and have instructions that I must show it to anyone that I speak to, once I am inside the club.

The paper reads as follows:

I have been instructed to show this to anyone that I talk to.

Please read it thoroughly.

Please note that the woman you are talking to is actually my husband.

He is known as 'Pippa' when he's dressed like this.

I have asked him to fulfil a mission for me.

It is split into four parts, the first of which he/she completed by entering the club.

She cannot disclose her mission parts until they have been accomplished, but if asked about it once she has completed them, she must answer any and all questions... fully and truthfully.

Barring her identity, Pippa must reply honestly to any question she is posed, and has been asked to be reasonably accommodating to people's requests of her.

She is not to be harmed or marked in any way.

Have fun!

I paid, and I went downstairs to the bar... and to the dance floor.

The barman wasn't busy, so I went to order a drink... as he approached, I realised I was going to have to speak to him. I nearly lost my bottle... but he was already asking me what I wanted to drink!

As humiliated as I felt, I handed him the piece of paper, and I watched, blushing, as he read it all. His smile grew as he read through the wording.

Handing me back the sheet of paper, he asked me once again what it was that I wanted to drink. I ordered a glass of wine, and I handed him the money. He disappeared to the far end of the bar.

I saw him talking animatedly with a small group of very convincing crossdressers. He pointed right at me. Two of the 'girls' walked right over to me, and they immediately struck up a conversation with me.

I handed them the paper, and grew nervous at what might happen. One of them confirmed that this was true with me, asking me if it were a wind up. I reassured them of its validity, and that I was a willing participant in this whole affair.

One of the two whisked away my instruction sheet. She took it over to the rest of the group, where she passed it round to them all. I saw each of them read through it, occasionally glancing over to look lecherously at me.

The one that had stayed with me leant forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips, her tongue licking mine briefly.

C2.

She held me by the forearm, gently stroking my silk gloves, as she said:

"I think that it's time that you met the rest of us Pippa. I get the feeling that we're all going to get to know you pretty well tonight." She smiled knowingly, as she looked me straight in the eyes.

I was wearing some seriously classy clothes. They really gave me the look of a high-class hooker.

I wore long, shiny red silk gloves, a thin, red suede choker around my neck, and a black and orange snakeskin, three quarter length, PVC coat... these were the items that framed my torso.

Underneath my outer layer, I wore a see through red blouse, with a thigh length, patent black leather skirt, concealing a blood red suede basque. The basque had been fitted especially... with a patent leather waist reducing corset. The corset snapped shut using a thick flap... this was made as a harness that firmly held my manhood in place, hidden away between my legs.

My wife had fully depilated my body, leaving me as smooth as a baby's bottom from head to toe. She had insisted on buying me a pair of silicon falsies, which were now stuck on my hairless chest. These gave the impression that I had real boobs, which were held tightly in place by the basque, in its three quarter cups.

She had also made sure that the waist-reducing corset was as tight as possible, before I'd left the house. The 'waist-clincher' corset thus pulled my waist in, from a chubby 36", to a much more appealing and feminine 26". Over the bottom flap, I was wearing a pair of lacy tanga knickers... and covering my legs, was a pair of red silk, hold-up stockings, with a Cuban heel and a lacy patterned top.

My footwear consisted of a pair of leather boots, which came to just above my knees, and sported a fairly thin 6" heel. This made it difficult, though not impossible, for me to keep my balance. It did have the effect though, of making me walk with a fairly feminine gait.

My eyebrows had been plucked and shaped, and my wife had made me up very convincingly, spending a lot of time on my eyes, making them stand out very boldly, and making them very eye-catching. My lips also were made to look full and glossy. They were a bright red, shiny lip colour, which sparkled with tiny silver highlights, and were contoured with a dark lip pencil. To top it all off, my wife had insisted that I wear a bright red short wig, styled into a modern cut. It was swept forward over my ears, and covered a part of my cheeks.

Although they could not be seen whilst I was dressed, my mistress had also given me a pedicure, including painting my nails with a scarlet varnish. She had stuck false nails to my hands with superglue, making sure that I had no hope of removing them... they too were painted in the same vivacious scarlet polish. The corset made me stand up very straight, pushing out my chest and my bum, and accentuating my curves. The fairly thin 'stiletto' high heels on my boots however, meant that I had to be very careful of my balance while I walked. This had the effect of making me sway my hips a little, in a very sexy and enticing manner.

As we walked toward the rest of the group, we stopped to put my coat away, and to get a ticket in return. This left my upper body showing the sexy basque, and the corset, through the sheer material of my blouse.

As we got closer, I realised that not all of the group were crossdressers, and that two of the party were stunningly attractive young women. I included, there were six of us in all, and each member of this little gathering had a big wide smile plastered over his or her face... all that is except for me. I had begun to dread the situation, and yet, all the while, I was growing excited at the prospect of the evening to come.

The group consisted of a married couple... Melanie and Alphonse, (better known as Alison in his TV state,) and a threesome... made up of a very stern but beautiful looking woman in her thirties, together with the two 'girls' that had made the initial contact with me. Both of these were transsexuals, one a 'pre-op' TS, and the other, a fully transformed 'post-op' TS.

All appeared to be very sexy and feminine women, with the exception of Stefanie, (the 'pre-op' TS.) She looked exactly like a model... but was sporting a semi-erect penis, strapped in a leather harness, and clearly visible in shape... through the Lycra skirt that she was wearing.

Davinia, (the 'post-op' TS,) was the first to begin the introductions. She began by explaining her TS status, and then nodding to Stefie. She, in turn, explained that she was TS... and that she and Davinia were here as a trio, with their Mistress... Marikka. The imposing figure of Marikka immediately approached me, looking me up and down, and appraising me as she did so. She stopped only inches from my face, and staring me right in the eyes, she said:

"Nice to meet you, Pippa. You have attained a suitable standard. You're Mistress must be very pleased with you. Will you agree to becoming my third submissive for this evening... in the absence of your true Mistress, and abiding fully by her prior instructions, of course?"

Stunned and surprised by this unexpected turn of events, I found myself agreeing to do so, without truly thinking through the implications of my actions.

"Good girl." Was all that she replied.

Before I could think, Alphonse was introducing himself... as Alison of course. She explained that she was here with her wife Melanie, and that they said that they were sisters when he was 'dressed' in public.

He also explained that it would be his/her 21st birthday... at precisely three minutes past midnight, which was why the group were out celebrating together.

"I hope that my joining you will be able to make it a more memorable experience still." I blurted out nervously.

"Oh, it will... believe me!" exclaimed Melanie, as she leant over to make the final introduction.

They all grinned, as they turned their looks upon me. We chatted for a while, and drank a good few cocktails... as the group made me feel more comfortable... and less resilient! Melanie came up with the idea that as we were her playthings this evening, we should be entertaining her... and requesting that we three dance together for her, for a while.

"I don't think that I can dance in these heels." I said without thinking. Marikka looked over at me... and she replied:

"You'd better learn then... and quickly, because it wasn't a suggestion!" I realised that I'd just been issued with my first command, and I tottered over to the dance floor, the two girls egging me along the way.

It took a few minutes for me to get my balance, but as the beat started to fill me, I got bolder and bolder. I realised that I was being sandwiched by the girls. Davinia was in front of me, and Stefie was behind. Every so often, she would allow her strapped in cock to brush up against my backside. As the sandwich got tighter, I felt Dee's boobs brushing up against me... and pushing me back into Stef's ever-growing member. They started running their hands all over me, until Dee grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. As she was doing this, Stef was rolling my skirt up over my waist, which was allowing his dick ample opportunity to poke my arse... through the strap of my basque. What horrified me was that I was becoming excited at how publicly I was doing all this. I could feel my own cock growing ever bigger, pushing backward against the basque... its strap stretching toward my own arsehole.

The set finished, and we headed back toward the group... neither girl allowing me to lower my skirt, or to adjust myself. Marikka instantly noticed. She ordered me out of my skirt. I was told to put it in my handbag, and to continue the rest of the party without wearing it. I blushed under the make-up, but did as I'd been instructed.

The bulge under my legs was obvious, and Melanie decided it was time to join in. She hiked her skirt up, revealing her bare pussy. Leaning onto a bar stool, she told Alison to start eating her out!

Ali got to her knees, and she began licking with all of her might... thus juicing Mel right up. I was very pleased that the spotlight had fallen away from me... and onto the horny couple. We watched, as Ali brought his 'sister' off with her tongue. Mel came ferociously, gushes of her sticky juice, cumming all over Ali's face. She looked down at him and smiled.

"That deserves a return of favour, little sister. Get up, and remove your panties, my love." Ali did so immediately, freeing her rampant throbbing 8" hard-on, which sprang forward... thrusting out in front of his body. "Lean back against the stool, as I did when you ate me, darling."

Ali was ecstatic at the thought of having his wife's lips around his knob, but was surprised... when Mel ordered Pippa to her knees, in front of his cock.

"Your turn Pippa, eat up... and eat it all now, you hear?" Marikka was pushing the hollow of my back, propelling me in the right direction, and making me almost fall to my knees.

I had never given head to a TV before, and this little stallion was as hard as rock... and was twitching in my face. I began by licking the balls, and worked my way up the thin long shaft, to the bulbous circumcised head at the tip. The stem was pulsating, making the head throb, almost to bursting. I grabbed all of my courage, and I wrapped my lips around it, sucking and licking, as I descended the first 6" of this bulging mass of meat. I began pumping up and down the stem, until finally, I managed to open my throat... and take him/her in fully. As I did this, I felt a gush of sticky goo pump into my throat. I almost gagged, but I tried aimlessly to drink it all down. I would have too, had he not pulled out, and spunked all over my blouse.

I stood immediately she had finished cumming. I stated to the group that I had just achieved the second part of my mission. I had been instructed to have '...at least one cock spunk into my mouth.' I had also been ordered '...to drink as much spunk as possible...' during this evening.

Marikka smiled leeringly at me. She nodded to herself satisfyingly. The blouse joined my skirt, making my bag bulge awkwardly. It also left me in only my underwear... and publicly to boot. Marikka immediately decided that once was not enough. She made me repeat my performance, with both Stef... and more embarrassingly, with the barman. I was made to do this openly, behind the bar... so that anyone who wanted a drink could see what was happening.

So, I was currently in my undies, dressed as a woman... with my cock hard as rock, but held in position between my legs. I had just drunk the semen of three men... men that I'd only just met!

'What,' I wondered, 'could possibly happen next?'

C3.

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind, but that I heard Mel, exclaiming loudly:

"Alison wants to taste Pippa's 'clitoris' girls! And, since her birthday is rapidly approaching, I think she should have her wish. Any objections ladies?" Marikka gave it her full approval, and ordered me to lose my panties.

Once they were off, I felt her hand, as it unclipped my basque... and released my 'still throbbing' manhood from its satin prison. I opened my legs a little, and I allowed it to stand proudly to its full 7" capacity. Marikka ordered Stef and Dee to prepare me, and they started kissing my face, my lips and my neck. This intensified my excitement, making my dick throb wickedly.

My bum found the stool. I leant back, as I allowed my first TS man to give me head. Ali was an expert; she drove me wild, as she bucked her head up and down my pole. As I began to scream, I felt someone push my panties into my mouth... quietening me, so as not to become a nuisance to the club. I came in buckets, but Ali somehow managed to drink it all down. She stood up and kissed me, letting a mouthful of my own cum run down my throat.

I again exposed that the third instruction of my mission was complete. 'To be blown by at least one other partner, preferably a man.' Stef managed very quickly to get me hard again, as Marikka ordered me to:

"Fuck Dee, and cum in her TS pussy!" It took me a lot longer to cum this time, and it caught me by surprise... happening as it did, when I felt Stef's dick pushing its way into my arse.

This was it, the final part of my mission!

I couldn't hold back, as I felt the pressure building me. I had a shattering climax, deep in Dee's tight, hugging pussy. A moment later, I felt warm and sticky inside, as Stef followed suit. We were all practically worn out, as a cheer went up to celebrate Ali's birthday.

We drank some more, and I explained to the group that my mission was complete.

I explained that following strict instructions, I must now return to my wife. I would be commanded to 'graphically' describe my evening, while she tried to coax another erection out of me. I quickly retrieved my PVC coat, and put it on over my underwear, having first positioned my 'bits' back into the basque. I was heady with all that had happened to me. I felt fulfilled however, at the fact that I had completed my mission in its entirety.

Almost as soon as I got home, Helen ordered me out once again!

"Okay, out into the car."

"Where are we going?" I inquired.

SMACK!

Again on the buns.

I guess you didn't want to ruin my outrageous make-up.

"Don't speak for the rest of the day or night. We will go where I want. We will do what I want ...and I don't want to hear another peep out of you. No protests ...and no complaints. Whatever I say goes, and you will have no questions. If you do, I'll have your voice box surgically removed ...and your lips sewn shut. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?"

"Yes madam."

SMACK!

My behind was starting to glow. I wished we would just go back to the bedroom, and have our ways with each other.

"I said not another word."

I started to move towards the garage, to get into the car as you had ordered.

"No, I don't think I want you do go out this way," you said. "You go out the front door, and you wait on the sidewalk. I'll lock the door behind you, and I'll pull the car out of the garage."

Since the garage opened up on the alley behind the house, I knew that I would have a wait for you to come around. We had never used the front door before.

"Out you go," you commanded, and pushed me out the door.

On heels, I staggered down the front steps, nearly twisting an ankle.

"Click."

I started down the sidewalk, and walked to the curb. About five minutes passed, before I heard the garage open on the other side of the house, and the car emerge.

Just as I noticed the car rounding the corner, I noticed a neighbour of ours walking his dog down the sidewalk. You must have also, because you slowed up the car, and waited for him to pass me before proceeding.

I turned even redder than my blouse from the stare the neighbour gave me.

I wonder if he knew.

The car came alongside and I opened the door. Harry was waiting for me in his car.

"Take your coat off Pippa, and get your head onto my lap! We're going to meet the others... Helen said that you are to keep my cock hard, by using your mouth while I drive us there!"

I lowered my head and began to lick and suck Harry's dick to hardness.

"Put your hands behind your back!"

As I complied, Harry placed some handcuffs onto my wrists.

"I should have you sit on the hood like a hood ornament," you state as I get in.

"Maybe I'll do that later, it would be good advertising. We could paint your phone number on the side of the car," you sneer.

After about five minutes of driving, you pull off the road into the parking lot of a hardware store.

"I need to pick up a few things here. I want you to get out of the car. You are to wait in the parking lot. If anyone approaches you, you are to tell them that you locked your keys in the car, and are waiting for a friend with a spare set. You are not to accept any rides."

You kick me out the passenger side door and lock the car behind me.

After what seemed to be an eternity, two marriage proposals, six propositions and about a dozen copped feels of my buns, you emerge from the hardware store carrying a large bundle of purchases.

Maybe we would be going home and doing the remodelling that we had been putting off.

No.

As we exit the parking lot, I realize that we are heading off in a different direction. We set off, with Harry driving, as I sucked on his dick for all I was worth! About twenty minutes later, I felt the car slowing... We stopped!

"Take your panties off and hand them to me," you demand.

I comply.

We have played this game before, and was I hoping car sex was in our immediate future.

Wrong again.

"I want you to get out here," you begin. "I want you to walk down the Promenade, through Colorado Place, and down to the pier. You are to walk out to the far end of the pier, and then back to the stairs that lead to the parking lot. I will be waiting for you in the parking lot next to the bike path. If I drive by and see you on any other street than Third, I will drive you back, and you will have to start over again. If anyone propositions you, you are to tell them only that they are to follow you. You'd better have at least four men in tow when you arrive in the parking lot, or you'd better extend your little stroll. Do you understand me?"

"Yes madam."

SMACK!

That hurt, it was on the head.

"Now get out and start walking."

I emerge from the car, and begin to walk down the Promenade as I see the car pull away.

I immediately begin to walk quickly, but then remember your command of having at least four men in tow when I arrive.

I begin to troll, swinging my hips, and exaggerating my buns. The first man to approach me was a lecherous type, slightly drooling and holding his crotch.

"How much?" he asks.

I simply tell him he will have to follow me down to the pier to find out.

"Okay." he responds.

The same scene occurs several times.

Two high school football types, a street musician, a delivery man and two homeless types that looked as if I was going to be their next meal.

By the time I arrived at the pier, there were 12 following me. Two fishermen joined them by the time I rounded the far end of the pier and descended the stairs.

As I see you, you are looking quite smug.

"Nice catch you have there," you sneer. "See, I told you that you are a terrific whore, you little slut. All you have on your mind is getting fucked. Here, put this on."

You hand me a blindfold. I begrudgingly comply.

"How much for the bitch?" asks one of the men.

"You will have to wait a little longer," you state.

I am hoping that you will pull me into the car and we will speed away. No such luck.

"Follow me!" you order.

I stagger alongside you, and notice that the light peeking in the side of the blindfold is dimmer.

WE ARE GOING UNDER THE PIER!

About 50 feet later, I feel the snap of cold metal on my wrists.

I begin to open my mouth in protest, and immediately feel the silk fabric of my panties (I think) penetrate my lips.

"Click."

I feel some type of cuff close over my left ankle.

"Spread your legs. Wider, wider!" you order.

I comply, until I am spread about four feet. The cold damp ocean air under the pier is now penetrating my bare buns and genitals.

"CLICK!"

My legs are now secured. You jerk my left arm over.

"CLICK!"

Next, my right arm.

"CLICK!"

I am now bent over with my head about waist high.

Because of the spread on my legs, I cannot balance, and my arms are supporting the whole of my weight. I have a sinking feeling that my buns are exposed.

"SMACK!"

Your hand on my bare butt confirms the feeling.

"Now gentlemen," you announce. "What is the opening bid to be the first to fuck this fine, transvestite slut?"

As the bidding begins, I have a sinking feeling that you might have been serious...