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Wife Seeks Help In Training Her Submissive Husband

'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 Alicia. 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!" Alicia 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 Alicia 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?" Alicia 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' Alicia? 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." Alicia responded.

"In that case, Alicia... 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 Alicia 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 realized 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 Alicia and Karen gasp... and then giggle at what they saw.

"Who wants to go first girls?" Susan asked, "How about you, Karen? Didn't he 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.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

"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 nine" 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," Alicia 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 Alicia, 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!" Alicia replied, obviously excited at the prospect.

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

Alicia 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 Alicia 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 recognized... but, try to get Pippa's face in shot as often as you can, okay?" Susan said.

Alicia 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 Alicia'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 Alicia 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... 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! Alicia, 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 Alicia, 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?" Alicia asked.

"Karen, I'll allow you to choose. A minimum of six. A maximum of twenty-four... EACH!" Helen presented Karen 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 eight" 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 realized 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 Alicia, and began face fucking me with her dildo. She pushed much further into my mouth, forcing me to 'deep-throat' her latex dick!

Alicia 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 realized that Susan had left the room, until I heard the door opening upon her return! When it did, I realized that I really was about to receive a 'birching' with the twigs that she'd brought in from outside.

Alicia 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.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

"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.

Alicia 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 Alicia 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, Alicia." Slipped in Mistress Karen as she pulled open the front door.

"Just one last thing that you should know, Pippa." Said Mistress Alicia 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 Alicia, 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 Alicia.

"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 Alicia 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 Alicia 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 Alicia 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 Alicia 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 Alicia 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 Alicia'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 thirty 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.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

"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 eight cars and three 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!" 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 realized 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 realized 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 realized that about nine 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 thirty men, and have swallowed at least twenty 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.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.

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 again for those of us who had gone out, 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 realized!"

"Yes miss. My wife... your hostess this evening... has force-feminized 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 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 realize 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!"

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (a).

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!

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO.

Upstairs, in the TV/TS room, Liz was about to begin a role play scenario. She had met up with Sasha and Fiona... and Fiona's submissive husband Ian. They had decided to use the two submissive husbands for their own enjoyment, and so Ian and Charlie became the lead roles!

Fiona was lounging on the sofa idly, but she looked up when Liz escorted Charlie in.

"I think you know Fiona, Charlie," she said smiling, "Fiona, this is Charlie, the guy I told you about."

"Oh," said Fiona, getting up and winking, "You're the dress-up guy."

"Remember you agreed to dress up for me," Liz said, "Well, Fiona's going to help you get ready. I'll leave you in her capable hands."

Fiona took Charlie by the hand. Charlie could feel his cock grow hard and a wet patch of pre-cum grow on his trousers as at the touch and closeness of the beautiful blonde.

In the bedroom, the clothes Liz wanted Charlie to dress in were laid out on the bed, and Charlie's eyes widened in surprise when he saw them.

At a quarter past eight the doorbell rang again.

On the doorstep, Ian stood waiting as nervously as Charlie had some fifteen minutes earlier.

Like Charlie, he had made an effort with his appearance, and felt slightly more confident about the evening ahead with his dream woman.

Confidence that was only damaged slightly by the arrival of Liz opening the door to let him in, looking sexier than ever.

Liz took him by the hand and led him upstairs towards an empty bedroom.

"Remember you promised to dress up?" Liz said.

Ian nodded eagerly, keen to play a part in Liz's sex games to be able to get into his dream girl's knickers.

"Sasha will help you out," Liz continued, as Ian saw Liz's friend Sasha sitting on the bed in the room.

This made Ian quite excited, although a little skinny and flat chested; Sasha was a tall, slender, blonde bombshell.

Ian felt his cock tugging at his trousers at the thought of Sasha dressing him up and then getting involved in a threesome with her and Liz.

Ian didn't know how it had happened, but his dreams and fantasies were suddenly coming true and he felt keen to exploit it.

However, when Liz left him with Sasha and he walked into the bedroom, Ian was shocked to see the clothes that Liz wanted him to dress up in... They were laid out on the bed for him to change into.

Laid out on the bed in front of him was a red lingerie set, with a bra, panties, stockings, a garter, and a red dress with a short skirt and low-cut neckline.

Ian looked confused for a moment, and then realized that this sexy ensemble was probably what Fiona would be wearing.

He turned to Fiona and smiled.

"What will I be wearing then?" he said.

Fiona smiled back pleasantly and said in a voice that was equally pleasant although with a harder, patronising edge to it:

"That's your outfit there on the bed."

He gulped and began to panic, what had he gotten himself into?

At that moment Liz swayed into the room.

"Ah, I see you've found your outfit, what do you think?" she purred sexily.

He began to stutter and panic.

"I... I'm sorry Liz, but this really isn't what I wanted to do."

Liz smiled and spoke in a calm, soothing, coaxing voice that he desperately wanted to respond to.

"Come on, Ian, you never know, you might like it. Besides, it's the only way you'll ever get what you want," she winked as if to indicate that meant her self, "and nobody but Fiona and I will ever know anyway."

Liz's gentle coaxing calmed him down as he began to realize she was right.

There was nothing that he wanted more than to get into Liz's knickers, and he began to realize that if that meant also wearing them then maybe that would be ok with him.

He realized that he'd basically have done anything for Liz right then, so after a pause to consider, he said:

"OK, I'll do it."

Liz smiled reassuringly.

"Great, don't worry, Fiona will help you to become the perfect woman. I'll leave you with her."

Liz left and closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in the room with just Fiona and the lingerie.

Fiona smiled at him.

"Now, let's get you undressed first," she said.

Shyly and reluctantly, he stripped from his trousers and shirt.

Although he often desired to strip off in front of a beautiful girl in his fantasies.

Ian wasn't entirely comfortable with his small, slight, hairless body.

However Fiona smiled reassuringly at him, assuring him that his small body could be far more convincingly feminine.

Although his body was virtually hairless, Fiona told Ian to have a shower in the adjoining en-suite bathroom, cleaning his body and shaving it totally clean and smooth.

Although he'd always felt hairless, Ian now took pleasure in how silky smooth he had become.

After drying himself off, Ian wrapped himself in a towel and rejoined Fiona in the bedroom.

Fiona ran her hand up his smooth, clean shaven legs and nodded her approval.

Ian felt his cock twitch in anticipation at Fiona's light touch on his legs.

Dropping the towel, Ian slipped into the dark red satin panties that felt so sensual on his arse and cock, while Fiona helped him into the matching dark red bra that she filled with two large silicone falsies.

Dressed in the underwear, with his skin smooth and hairless, Ian felt more feminine already.

He didn't want to admit it but the sensual satin underwear was beginning to make him a little aroused.

Meanwhile, Charlie was also shocked at the outfit laid out for him in the other bedroom.

There was a black lace basque, and a long black dress that was slit right up the side.

Like Charlie, Ian was suddenly a little unsure about this.

He looked over at Liz who had come back in and was standing next to him, she nodded to him reassuringly.

"You know Charlie," she purred, "It might be fun. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be a girl? Besides, only I and Sasha will know... and it'll get you to enjoy my threesome."

Faced with all these arguments, Charlie decided he didn't really have anything to lose by dressing as a girl.

He had to admit he was curious and at that point he would have readily done even more if it got him his dream girl.

So Charlie, under Sasha's direction, stripped and showered, shaving his body totally hairless, and came back into the room, concealing his modesty with a towel.

Despite his athleticism, Charlie had been with very few women, he was embarrassed to be naked in front of them because of the size of his cock. Sasha reassured him that in this case it was good as he could conceal his true identity far easier.

"It's not much of a cock," she admitted, "but it'll make an excellent clit."

Fiona had now attached Charlie's garter, and slid the dark red silk stockings sensually up Charlie's smooth legs. Charlie was now truly getting into it and he was now beginning to struggle to hide his arousal at the sexy underwear. Charlie now became Simona!

Fiona's fingers were running over his body as he lifted his arms, and she slipped the little dark red dress over his head, so that it fell around him.

Although looking down, Simona could mostly see the outline of a sexy woman, there was an unsightly bulge at the front of the dress.

Simona could feel the knickers slightly stained and wet by a small patch of pre-cum.

Fiona noticed this too and shook her head.

"We can't have that," she said, reaching down and grabbing his cock through the material of his dress and panties.

Simona felt like his cock was about to explode, as Fiona ducked under his dress and pulled his knickers down to his stocking clad knees. Fiona took Simona's whole cock in her mouth and quickly and efficiently sucked him off.

It wasn't long before Simona felt his knees buckle and his cock twitch and shoot his wad into Fiona's mouth. Fiona efficiently swallowed all his cum so as not to stain his outfit and, without comment, took Simona over to the make-up table. She did not allow him to see his reflection just yet.

Simona, however was delighted by the joy of Fiona's blowjob and found himself almost as pleased that, as he sat down, he could smooth the skirt of his dress in a perfectly feminine way with no tell-tale bulge.

Meanwhile, Ian became Chloe, and was now dressed in the black lace basque which was, like Simona's, filled with silicone falsies, and the long black dress, the slit up the side ran all the way up his long legs, which, now shaved, looked perfectly smooth, sexy and feminine.

He sat down on the bed as Sasha applied heavy make-up to enhance the femininity of his androgynous features while at the same time she styled his long, dark hair into sexy dark curls that framed perfectly his well made-up face.

When Sasha had finally finished and he was allowed to see his reflection in the full length mirror.

Chloe was unsure if there even was a mirror.

Staring back at him, completely unrecognisable as the River Falls basketball star, was a tall, slender, sexy girl with dark curls and a black dress slit up the side to reveal her long legs.

Sasha took him by the hand again and led him back down to the living room, this time much slower as Chloe was now learning to walk in the three inch heels of his black stiletto sandals.

"Now, there are just a couple more things," Sasha told him as he sat down on the sofa, remembering to cross his legs in a feminine way, causing the dress to fall away and reveal the full length of his smooth long legs up to his hips:

"I've got to leave now. Liz will be in here in a few minutes with the other girl. The other girl doesn't know you're not a guy so you have to play along and be a girl called Chloe, OK?"

This surprised Chloe a little as he'd assumed the threesome was going to be with Sasha and Liz, however by now he wasn't particularly bothered about being with another girl instead.

"Good luck."

Sasha leant over and kissed his cheek so as not to stain the dark lipstick on his lips and left the room.

As Liz led Simona down the stairs he was equally surprised to find out that Fiona was not going to be the other girl.

He now felt confident and happy, dressed as a girl.

His outfit had been topped off with pointy red heels and a blonde Marilyn Monroe wig with sluttish scarlet lipstick and heavy blush.

"Remember, the other girl doesn't know that your not one too," Liz was telling him, "So you'll have to play along as a girl called Simona."

Coming into the living room, Simona was introduced to the other girl.

Chloe, every bit as stunning as Fiona, and all his worries went away, knowing it was going to be a great evening.

Simona sat down beside Chloe and Liz left the living room to bring them drinks.

Chloe smiled nervously at him, she'd probably never done anything like this either. Simona smiled back reassuringly at her.

Attempting to speak in a high, feminine voice, Simona tried to reassure Chloe; he placed his hand, given a scarlet manicure to look more feminine, on her knee.

Her legs were crossed protectively, but this just allowed the slit up the side of her black dress to open and show off this long leg that Simona liked the touch of.

"Don't worry," he tried to assure her, "I'm a little nervous about all this too."

Chloe smiled back more confidently.

Simona noticed happily that she didn't put up any objection to his hand on her knee.

"Thanks," she replied in a sensual, throaty voice, "It'll be good to have you being there."

Simona was surprised that Chloe rested her hand, painted in a similar way to his, on his and kept it there.

When Liz came back in with a glass of wine each Simona and Chloe were already seated much closer together, with Simona's stocking clad legs pressed against Chloe's bare ones.

The closeness of this contact made Simona's cock begin to twitch again.

Chloe didn't seem to notice as she began to sip her wine in a demure and ladylike way, trying not to smudge her lipstick.

Simona tried to copy her in a similar style.

Feeling a little light headed from the wine, Simona felt a little more confident around Chloe.

He moved a little closer, moving his hand up her smooth, soft thigh.

Liz noticed this and said to Chloe:

"Why don't you kiss her? You can see how bad she wants it."

On hearing Liz's encouragement, and feeling the wine going to his head, Chloe looked across at the other girl, Simona.

She was a sexy, buxom, little blonde and Liz was right, she had been coming on to him.

Her hand rested gently and felt arousing on his shaved smooth thigh, worryingly close to his panty clad cock.

Placing his hand on her bare shoulder, Chloe leant over and placed a kiss on Simona's lips.

It was a wet, lipstick filled kiss and Chloe felt Simona open his lips with her tongue and began to explore the inside of his mouth.

Her left hand continued to feel his thigh while the right lingered over his false breast.

Chloe could feel his arousal growing and, for once, was glad that his cock was too small to betray him.

As they broke from the kiss, Chloe saw Liz was now standing over them:

"Why don't we get onto the bed?" she said and winked.

Taking Chloe by one hand and Simona by the other, she lead them up to a king-size double bed, next to a wall with an enormous wardrobe whose doors were mirrors.

By now Chloe was beginning to forget all his fantasies about Liz as he began to see her as more of a go between. What he desperately wanted now was to be involved in a girl on girl relationship with the little blonde Simona.

On entering the bedroom Simona only had one thing on his mind, and it wasn't Liz, there was something about the tall, mysterious brunette that was really turning him on.

Grabbing Chloe by the back of her long black curls, Simona decided to take control of the situation, pulling Chloe's lips to her and passionately kissing her again.

Simona found his hands running down the back of her dress to her pert arse as he pressed Chloe's body against his, desperately hoping Chloe wouldn't see the bulge that was growing in his satin panties.

Still kissing Chloe, Simona unzipped Chloe's dress and allowed it to fall to the floor as they broke from the kiss, leaving Chloe in just a sexy black lace basque and stiletto sandals that showed the full length of her gorgeous legs. Simona licked his lipstick covered lips in anticipation and Chloe smiled to see it.

Simona could do little to stop Chloe as she helped him pull his red dress over his head. His emotions were becoming confused, he desperately wanted this gorgeous dark girl, but he didn't want to reveal his true self, he didn't know how Chloe would react to it.

However now he no longer had a choice, as he cast away the dress to reveal his small, feminine figure in just the dark red lingerie, his bulging member was obvious inside his knickers.

"Sorry," he said, looking into Chloe's eyes as he pulled the panties aside to release his firm, hard cock.

Chloe paused for a moment and then, licking her lips, seemed to make up her mind about something and, to Simona's joy, dropped to her knees in front of him. As Simona pulled her sensual dark red knickers aside to reveal a hard, erect cock springing free, Chloe had realized that Liz had set him up.

However by now he was utterly enthralled with Simona, and, with the wine rushing to his head and his increasing joy in womanhood, he began to act totally on impulse, doing as he knew Chloe would do.

Dropping to his knees he began to lick around the head of Simona's throbbing cock, drawing a string of pre-cum from her cock into his mouth as he had seen in porn movies he licked his lips, savouring the surprisingly good taste.

Looking in the mirrors, Chloe could see what looked like a gorgeous girl on her knees sucking off another sexy girl and this turned him on any more. He knew that there was no turning back now and he enthusiastically, if a little inexpertly, began to take Simona's cock into his mouth and suck on it as he felt his own arousal ever growing.

The groans of pleasure his sucking was giving Simona just spurred him on further. As a guy he'd never been able to give a girl such pleasure, suddenly Chloe felt he was where he wanted.

Chloe's cocksucking may not have been as skilled as Fiona's earlier, but Simona was utterly enthralled with her, and was even more turned on by the reflection of them that he could see in the wardrobe mirror.

It didn't take long of Chloe's eager cock sucking to send Simona over the edge and completely forgetting about Liz as his knees buckled once again and an orgasm shook through him as he spurted his load into Chloe's mouth. Although Chloe appeared eager to swallow, her inexperienced mouth could only take in a couple of mouthfuls and Simona was experiencing one of the greatest orgasms of his life as he withdrew from Chloe's mouth and continued to squirt his warm, sticky cum all over her face and chest and into her hair.

Finally Chloe, face stained in cum, stood up and kissed Simona again, the mixed taste of wine, lipstick and his own cum was heavenly to Simona and her eagerly stuck his tongue into her mouth in an attempt to enjoy the taste of more of his juices before licking her face clean. As she stepped away from the kiss, still dressed in her black lace lingerie with her make-up smudged and cum in her hair, Chloe began to look a little bashful again.

"I've got a confession to make," she said shyly in her throaty sensual voice as she pulled her own underwear aside to reveal an erect cock, much smaller than Simona's but a cock none the less, and Simona realized Liz must have set them both up.

However, by now Simona was fully enthralled in the experience and fully infatuated with Chloe, so much so that he didn't care at all about her having a cock, she seemed to deal alright with his after all.

"That's alright," he smiled reassuringly, pulling her back against him and kissing her once again as he felt his cock becoming hard once again.

He reached down to Chloe's tiny girl-cock and began to rub it, jerking it off.

Chloe felt a shudder of pleasure run through his body and moans escape his girly lipstick covered lips as Simona began to stroke his little girl-cock while she still kissed him and licked her cum from off his face.

Suddenly Chloe realized what he really wanted from Simona, what he knew would make him a true girl, something he knew now he wanted deeply. As Simona bent down to lick her cum from his chest, Chloe leant over and whispered sensually into her ear.

"I want you to fuck me Simona. I want you to fuck my pussy like the little sluttish girl I am."

Simona was becoming really turned on by the close attention of Chloe and the joy of rubbing her little girly cock, but he couldn't prepare himself from the joyful arousal as Chloe leant over and whispered in his ear that she wanted him to fuck her. He needed no more than a second to think about it.

Although somewhere inside him he knew Chloe was as much a guy as he was and he knew he'd never had sexual feelings for another guy, he also knew that Chloe was a gorgeous sensual girl, just the kind that Simona was desperate to fuck and he was delighted by the offer as his cock twitched in agreement.

Chloe knelt on her hands and knees and pulled her underwear aside to give Simona access to her tight arse. Simona touched the head of his cock, now fully erect once more, against the rim of Chloe's anus and he felt a shudder run through Chloe's body. Slowly, Simona began to force his cock into Chloe's tight arse, but the vice-like grip of Chloe's arse made it hard for him. At one point Chloe cried out and Simona offered to stop.

"Don't stop Simona," Chloe replied, "I need you inside me, I want you to be the one to take my cherry, I'm a slut, fuck me hard like I deserve."

Simona didn't need any further invitation to fuck Chloe's tight virgin arse, the tight grip as he pulled his cock out and thrust it back in was stimulating him like now pussy ever could as he heard Chloe's cries of pleasure he knew she was enjoying it just as much.

Looking in the mirror at the sight of a sexy buxom blonde fucking the arse of a leggy brunette. Simona couldn't help but feel totally aroused.

Chloe was in heaven as Simona slid her hard, large cock in and out of his tight virgin arse, it was the greatest stimulation he'd ever had and he wondered how he'd managed to live so long as a guy, when deep down his desire had truly been to be fucked like a girl.

At moments Chloe thought he was going to pass out from the extreme pleasure of it as his cock was already as firm and large as it's small size would allow, when Simona reached down and began to jerk him off in time with her arse fucking.

This was far too much for Chloe and he felt his arse tighten around Simona's cock and an orgasm shaking out from his arse through his body as he screamed a girly... "I'm cumming!" and blew his load all over his chest and Simona's hand.

As Chloe's girl-cock began to twitch and cum all over his hand and her arse became even tighter around his cock, Simona too was pushed over the edge and he let out his own loud moan.

Grabbing Chloe's long, dark curls, thrust one last time, deep into her arse causing her to groan again and her ejaculation to continue as he blew his load right up into her arse.

As the two of them collapsed on the floor, still dressed in sexy lingerie but stained in cum, with their make-up smudged, they heard laughter and clapping and looked up to see Liz standing in the door with Fiona, Sasha... and Olivia and Clive, all looking and clapping.

They'd been so engrossed in each other that they'd both forgotten these others who now stood there laughing. Fiona had even been filming with her video camera, having had no idea her plan could have resulted in so much.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.

Liz dragged Charlie by his hair, and marched him out of the room! Fiona turned to her husband Ian, and said:

"Get dressed slut!"

The following is from Ian's perspective...

I tried to complain, but I was silenced with a hard slap on the arse, and the threat of my mother seeing the photos that had just been taken... of me with Charlie!

Quietly I dressed.

"There you go," she said, "that wasn't so bad was it? Now look at yourself in the mirror and see what a slut you look."

Slowly, I walked over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room.

I looked ridiculous.

Black fishnet stockings, suspender belt, silk black panties and a black basque were topped off with a small leather mini skirt, and a white blouse.

"Hmmm... I can see there's still a lot of work to be done before you're a proper little slut," my wife laughed!

"Now come with me..." I meekly followed her into the main room.

In front of the TV she had placed a hard wooden chair. Several lengths of rope were lying beside it on the floor. I followed her instructions, and I sat on the chair with my legs apart, facing the TV. Within minutes, my hands were tied behind me, and my ankles were tied to the front chair legs.

She told me that she was going out, and without another word, she pressed play on the VCR, turned and left. The TV lit up, and straight away I recognized one of my favourite porn films playing on the screen in front of me.

Damn! Pippa obviously had some of the same videos as I did, but I thought I'd hidden mine somewhere she'd never find them! This particular film was a hardcore BDSM movie, starring a big titted shemale submissive, getting thoroughly used at a bondage party.

Immediately, my erection sprung back into life, still bursting with the need to cum. It seemed like forever until the end credits started to roll on the TV screen. The tape rewound itself, only to begin playing again almost straight away.

My cock was straining under my skirt, as I watched the shemale onscreen getting fucked anally by a group of guys. Suddenly, I heard the door open, and my wife entered the room carrying lots of bags.

"Well, well," she said "judging by that bulge in your skirt, I'd say you've had fun while I've been gone."

She went on to tell me that she'd been out buying a few 'surprises,' and a lot of sexy new outfits for herself. All on MY credit card of course. To my horror, she informed me that she was going out tonight, looking for a bit of casual sex with a real man. I hung my head in shame, knowing that she meant what she said.

"By the way, I've bought you something slut," she said, and she reached into one of the bags.

It was another video tape, which she slotted into the VCR, before I could see what it was. Again she pressed play and left the room. I wasn't expecting what I saw appear on the TV screen... Gay porn.

Hardcore footage of a bondage scenario, featuring a submissive male, being put through his paces by some well hung guys. He was tied, whipped, forced to his knees, and made to suck cock, until eventually he was taken in the arse by the biggest cock I've ever seen.

My own cock throbbed, and my balls ached as I watched. I've fantasised for so long about being fucked by other men, and in my current position the images on screen were making me incredibly horny. Just then my wife returned, only this time she was naked.

"Enjoying yourself, slut?" she asked.

When I didn't answer, she roughly grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.

"Answer me!" she yelled.

"Yes... Mistress," I replied quietly.

"Good. Now... I'm going to untie you, and I want to see what you can do with that tongue of yours, slut".

She untied me from the chair, but kept my hands tied behind my back. She went over and sprawled on the sofa, with her legs wide open and her beautiful cunt exposed.

"Now, slut." she said, "Get over here, and get that mouth to work on my pussy."

I didn't need telling twice, and I quickly knelt in front of her and leant forward, bringing my lips to her cunt. I went to work on her with my tongue, and she grabbed my head and pressed my face hard into her hot pussy. It didn't take long to bring her to orgasm, and her whole body shuddered, as she pressed harder on the back of my head. When she had recovered her composure, she again made me sit, tied to the chair, watching gay porn, while she disappeared off to get ready for her night out.

The scent of her pussy on my face, and the porn on the TV, meant that my cock was still hard and throbbing. My balls ached, and I wanted to cum so badly that I thought I would do anything to get an orgasm. When she came back into the room, she looked stunning. There was no doubt that if she wanted a man tonight, she would have no trouble getting one.

I begged with her not to go and to untie me, but she just laughed. I begged her to at least let me have an orgasm, but again she laughed.

"That cock belongs to me now," she said, "and I'll decide when it gets to spurt its little load. Now be a good slut, and watch your film, while I go out and have a little fun. Olivia and Clive will see to it that you don't try to get loose! I'm really very horny now, and I can't see any cocks round here big enough to satisfy me." She laughed, and with a slam of the door, she was gone.

It must have been quite late when she got back. I'd had to watch the gay porno at least four times over. My cock was still bulging as I watched the guys in action on screen. I wondered what it was like to suck cock and get a mouthful of cum, or feel a big hard cock slide inside my arse. I've always been totally straight, but have often wondered about what it would be like with another man.

"Hello my slut," my wife said, as she walked in. "I hope you've been good while I've been out!"

She was obviously a little drunk, as she started to tell me about her night. She had gone to a club, and before long was approached by the handsome, muscular owner, who was obviously only after one thing. His name was Tom. He got what he wanted. My wife explained in great detail, about how they had sneaked off to his office at the end of the night. About how they had fucked like a couple of horny teenagers, right there on the desk. She told me that he had a huge thick cock and a big pair of cum filled balls.

"In fact," she said, "I've got something to show you."

Reaching carefully into her handbag, I couldn't believe it when she pulled out a used condom. The end hung heavily, full of Tom's cum.

"I didn't like to waste it!" she laughed as she approached me with the condom. "See that? That's cum from a REAL man."

The condom was held right in front of my eyes. I could clearly see the thick white cum inside.

"Tilt your head back and open your mouth!" she ordered.

I shook my head, and she reached under my skirt and grabbed my balls. She squeezed them hard. She squeezed them, until I reluctantly tipped my head back, and I opened my mouth.

"Good slut," she purred and with that, she turned the condom upside down over my face.

With her other hand, she squeezed cum out and into my mouth. I gagged, as the cold, slimy spunk dripped onto my tongue and into my mouth.

"If you want to be a slut, you'd better get used to the taste of cum," she laughed, as she emptied the entire contents of the condom into my mouth.

There was so much of it that I had no choice but to swallow the spunk of this man who had just fucked my wife. My wife seemed very pleased, and she lifted my skirt, to reveal my still rock hard cock, protruding over the top of my panties.

"Hmmm... I bet you'd like to fuck me now."

She pulled my panties down exposing my throbbing cock. I franticly nodded and begged.

"Yes Mistress... please let me fuck you!" She laughed, and proceeded to roll the used condom onto my penis.

"THAT is the nearest your pathetic cock is ever going to get to my pussy!" she sneered, before getting up and leaving the room, to go to bed.

I was left tied to the chair, with the aftertaste of cum clinging in my mouth, and a condom that had been used by another man to fuck my wife, on my cock, which still remained hard after all this time. Eventually, I nodded off to sleep with the porn film still playing in the background.

...and so it goes on...

The next day, my wife woke early and came and untied me from the chair. My whole body ached from having to spend the night tied upright, and at last my erection had subsided, although my balls still ached with the need to cum.

She allowed me to shower, and led me into the bedroom. She made me stand naked in front of her. She started to explain a few of her rules to me. From now on I was hers. At all times in the house, I was to wear nothing but female attire.

To the outside world we would carry on as normal, except that I would always be wearing female underwear if I went outside. I would continue to go to work, but to stop me from masturbating... I would have to wear a chastity belt. She would have as many lovers as she wanted, and next time, she would bring them home for sex in our bed. I would obey her every command, and be tied up when my services were not required.

After I reluctantly agreed to all of this, she reached into a drawer and produced a small curved metal tube with some leather straps attached. I realized immediately that it was a chastity belt.

"Your little cock is not going to get to cum for quite some time!" she laughed, as she roughly pulled my cock down through the tube, before attaching the strap to hold it in place.

She put a small padlock through the rings in the strap and snapped it shut. Taking the key, she placed it in an envelope, which she then sealed.

She ordered me to get dressed and go to work. When I was ready to leave the house, she said that she had something for me to do on the way to the office. She handed me an envelope. As I took it, I realized that it was the same envelope she had placed the key to my chastity belt in, except now there was an address written on it. Our address!

"Post that for me on your way slut."

"But..." I stammered.

"Quiet!" she yelled. "I don't want you secretly trying to jerk yourself off, so I figured that if the key wasn't here, then you've got no chance!"

"Anyway," she continued "it'll be back in a couple of days, and if you're a good boy, I may even let you cum!" The thought of being able to cum caused my cock to twitch in the steel tube. As I turned to leave, my wife shouted to me: "Let's just hope it doesn't get lost in the post!"

As I walked, I thought about opening the envelope and taking the key. I could go to the men's room at work and jerk myself off. She'd never know! I thought of what she might do if she found out and anyway, she did say that she was going to let me cum when the key came back.

...Hesitantly, I dropped the envelope into the mailbox.

It was a long day at work. My cock was constantly straining in its restraint, but there was no way it could get erect. I tried to find a way of removing the chastity belt, but it was too secure; but with it on, there was absolutely no way I could even touch my cock, let alone jerk myself off. I also felt as if everyone in the office knew I was wearing women's panties. I was paranoid that, somehow, they DID all know. I was glad when it was time to leave off, and I walked home very slowly, unsure of what my wife may have planned for me when I got home. I quietly shut the door behind me, and straight away my wife shouted from the living room.

"You know the rules, slut. Go to your room and change then come in here."

I went into the spare bedroom, where I was to be sleeping from now on. Laid on the bed, was a selection of women's clothes. Mainly underwear, but also a few tarty looking PVC outfits, and several leather items.

"I'll let you choose!" She laughed from the other room... "...and don't be too long!"

I slowly took off my own clothes, and I proceeded to get dressed for my wife. I chose black silk stockings/suspenders, a black bra and panties, with a black PVC mini skirt and a see through black lace top.

As soon as I was fully dressed, my cock again tried to harden but to no avail. My balls ached as they felt the cool touch of the panties. Taking a deep breath, I turned and went into the living room, where my wife was waiting for me. She was standing in the centre of the room, in a skin tight black dress, which really showed off her incredible cleavage, and a pair of black leather thigh boots, with at least a 6 inch heel. She looked stunning. I could think of nothing else, but how good it would feel to fuck her there and then.

"Stop!" she barked as I entered the room. "From now on you will always be on your knees in my presence! Now, kneel... and then crawl over here you pathetic slut!"

As I knelt before her, she told me that she had something for me, and from behind her back, she produced a long, blonde wig. She wasted no time in positioning in it on my head. She stood back and said:

"Good, you look more like a proper girl now, slut!" She took out the camera, and continued: "We'd better have another few pictures while you're looking so pretty!" She proceeded to take several photographs of me dressed as a slut, and kneeling submissively on the floor.

"Now, follow me," she ordered, as she walked seductively off towards her bedroom. I followed as fast as I could on my hands and knees.

"Lay on the floor under the bed!" she said.

I did as instructed, and I slid myself on my back under the bed. My hands and my feet were tied to each leg of the bed, until I was completely helpless. Picking up the phone, I heard her saying:

"Yes, I've got him! Let's do it now. Bring Sámi and the others, he won't be any trouble."

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.

Ian panicked and began to struggle against his bonds.

He'd been treated with the utmost respect by Sámi, and to be exposed to her like this would be embarrassment in the extreme... and yet the very thought seemed to make him yearn even more for it to happen. He was caught up too tightly in the belt behind his back, and he daren't pull too hard, as it was fastened to the collar around his neck. The doorbell rang, and as was the norm with Sámi, she walked straight in and up the stairs. Fiona looked at Ian and said:

"You're for it now," The sound of multiple footsteps, running up the stairs, made Ian visibly wince... and he simpered towards the door.

Sámi and Katie waltzed in... followed by an entourage of female friends.

"Well," Sámi said, looking Ian up and down and giggling. "You have done a right job on him."

Ian looked away highly embarrassed, as Sámi picked the handle of the dog lead up, and dragged him into the front room... to show him to the other girls that had assembled for this spectacle. All this time, Ian was concerned about the knickers that were tightly yet playfully around his thighs... and yet his manhood was straining behind the flimsy knickers beneath the semi transparent playsuit.

Although he was his wife's submissive... he had never experienced what it was like to be forcibly feminized! He watched the girls, intentionally avoiding looking at them. His pleading eyes turned to Fiona, as he tried to intone psychically... 'Help me!'

"Pull those fucking knickers up."

Fiona went into the bedroom, and brought out a dressing gown. She wrapped Ian in it, and tied it tightly around the waist. Ian could feel the stockings against his shaven legs, and the playsuit against his shaven chest... and he could see that his nipples were bright red. He knew that his face was made up garishly, and in an overly 'girly' way, and he became scared when she took the lead from Sámi, saying:

"C'mon girls, we're taking him to the Pub!" Ian wept, as he was dragged down the stairs. Fiona said:

"Don't worry... Remember the night that you had me tied over that chair... and that you left me open, to be spanked by anyone who should wander in? Remember the night when you stole my whisky... and poured it away? Remember the night when you confiscated a bottle of my wine? The list goes on... and to top it all off, you've been pinching my underwear! So now, it's your turn!"

The girls all tutted, and they agreed that he should be punished like this. As he was dragged up the garden path, his bathrobe came loose. Sámi grabbed it from behind, exposing him in the street. She folded it over her arm, and continued to walk with them towards the main road, beyond which was the busy pub. Fiona turned to her, and said:

"We've no need for that now, throw it away!" Sámi did as she was asked, and she threw it in the field.

With no means of escape, Ian began to wonder if he should just brazen it out. Of course he had no choice, as the more he struggled, the tighter the grip on the dog lead became. She dragged him past the pub, and towards a busy shopping centre.

She passed a row of shops, and continued on through the busy car park towards Sainsbury's... whilst the girls followed on, laughing and jeering... and passers-by stood agape at the spectacle. She tied him to a dog hitch, outside the car-park's busy main entrance at the rear of the supermarket... and handcuffing his wrists behind his back, she turned to leave... with the rest of her girlfriends in tow.

"Oh, and one more thing," she said, turning back... and pulling the frilly knickers up tightly around his waist. "Don't forget that I love you... as girlie as you are. We'll come back to get you in two hours time... so, try not to get arrested before we do!"

Leaving him there, wearing only his frilly undergarments, his high heels and his wig... and made up to look like a cheap slut, the group of girls returned to the orgiastic fun of the party! Fiona continues the story:

On the way back to the party, I told the girls of the only other occasion that I had managed to convince Ian to dress up for me.

I explained to them what a little whore I am, and how my obedient little husband cleans and licks my body, after I've been fucked by my lovers. The last time he'd cleaned me up, was after I was gang-banged by five 'anonymous' hugely rampant cocks, in a 'dogging' car park, about three miles from our home!

I had decided to shave my husband of all of his body hair, to both humiliate him, and because I liked the way it looked. It made his puny little dick look bigger and fatter. Why did I have this sudden change of heart? Because Tony, my married lover, had been caught by his wife, who had threatened to sue him... and to take his entire bank account away, if he didn't dump me. As sweet as my hot little body was, I guess his money was more important. He did leave me with an envelope... filled with cash, after our final night together... two-thousand pounds to be exact!

That same week, another of my 'regular' fucks called... Terrence. He said that he was through with me... because I was too much of a whore, and he no longer wanted his dick near my sloppy holes. Too much of a whore? ...Well, fuck him. I wasn't as upset by him as I was by Tony, but now I was lover-less. The life that I had grown accustomed to had been turned upside down. I wondered if it was some sort of sign from the sex gods.

Ian couldn't believe it when I started staying home every night. I would let him eat my pussy after the kids went to bed. I even let him fuck me once, but found that his small cock still didn't satisfy me. He became even more attentive to me and the kids, and I was actually starting to enjoy it.

One night, after I was trying out a new vibrator that I'd bought, one of those life-like ten-inch models... I had a kinky idea! I watched, as Ian licked the vibrator clean after I'd cum on it, and I decided that maybe... what my husband wanted, was to suck a real dick. I would make that happen, but first... I had another idea.

Rebecca lived on the floor below us. She was in her early 40's, had FOUR kids, and had been widowed over five years ago. She often criticized my lifestyle, but I knew it also turned her on. She was very religious, and had confessed to me that she'd been celibate since her husband's death.

I tried to imagine life without sex for five years ...but I just couldn't. I decided to try and seduce her. I thought it would be fun... and besides, my self-esteem was at a low point, because I was no longer getting fucked regularly.

It was a holiday weekend in January that I decided to put my plan into motion.

I told Ian that he would be getting laid very soon, if he obeyed my every wish ...that was no problem, since he was already doing that. So, he eagerly took the kids out to a movie that Sunday afternoon when I asked him to.

I phoned Rebecca... and I invited her up for a cup of coffee. Now, Rebecca may have been forty-two years old, but she was still a sexy woman. She was a little chunky, but her forty-four DD breasts commanded attention, and I noticed the looks she always got from the other men in our building. The rest of her was well proportioned, her hips were nicely rounded ...as was her arse. Her thighs were meaty, but not fat. Her face was soft and gentle, motherly... in a comforting sort of way.

I had fantasized about her eating my pussy sometimes when Ian was down there. I think it was her goody-goody attitude that made me want to corrupt her. She thought Ian was a total saint, because of the way he put up with me, and how well he took care of the kids. I knew she was very fond of him.

When she came up for coffee, I made sure that I was dressed properly. I had on a silk kimono, and a sexy little pair of panties. I was braless, and because of the cold apartment, my nipples stood out proudly, pushing points through my robe. Rebecca was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt, her huge tits straining against the material.

I turned the subject to sex, and I asked her if she'd noticed that I no longer went out at night. She said that she had, and told me that she had prayed for me to change.

I told her how I was masturbating all of the time now, because I wasn't used to this lack of sex. She laughed, and told me how she had been masturbating for years... and that it was normal.

I asked her why she didn't date, if she was so horny... and she explained that there were too many bad things in the world, and that maybe someday, when all the kids were gone, she would date. I took this opportunity to tell her about some of my escapades. I could see that she was getting turned on. Her nipples must've been huge, to show through the thick sweatshirt that she was wearing. I was getting really turned on too.

I lied, and I told her that I had a confession. I told her that Ian had called her name out several times during sex, and that I thought he must have a real hard on for her. I told her that sometimes, when I masturbated ...I thought about her myself. I lied again, and told her that I'd never been with another woman in my life. I touched her hand, and I asked her if she'd ever wondered what it would feel like to kiss another woman... to touch her, to taste her... to feel the softness of another woman's breasts. I could tell that she was getting really turned on, and that it made her uncomfortable. She got up... and very nervously left.

The next morning was a Monday, and it was a holiday. I had Ian take the kids to his mother's for the day. When he arrived back home, I had some women's clothing laid out for him on the bed. I had taken some of the money Tony had given me, and had ordered a French maid's costume ...in Ian's size. I'd even found a pair of women's black pumps... in a size nine, for him. I took him with me to the shower, shaved him down again, and then helped him to dress. I could tell by his erection that he was into the French maid's outfit.

I wrapped a studded cock-ring around the base of his cock and his clean shaven balls, pulling his package through the crotchless panties. His cock looked obscene, until I had him cover it with the apron. He was wearing fishnets, a garter, a padded black bra, the crotchless panties, and the little maid's hat ...along with the high heels. I put make-up on him ...and I must say that my hubby looked like a little French slut.

I told him of my plan to seduce Rebecca. He was surprised at me, and he said that we would never be able to pull that off, because she was such a strai