When I first brought it up, I didn't know how devious you'd be. After all, it was something we both thought was sexy and exciting, but it was expensive. You did the research yourself, took the necessary measurements while I was sleeping, saved up a little extra money. After all, as you'd said, if you got the kind of use you expected out of it, it'd be a worthwhile investment. In preparation, you made some minor schedule adjustments, leaving us without an opportunity for sex for a couple of days before the scheduled date of receipt. The belt arrived, sleek and shiny chrome with a black liner, packed carefully in a silver-colored box. You removed the keys and the other accessories you'd ordered and put them in a safe place, and then slid the box under your bed. You dressed in a sheer, low-cut blouse and took me out to dinner. Your eyes sparkled all evening long. At the restaurant, you slid your shoe off and stroked your stockinged toes up and down my calf under the table. You leaned forward often, giving me a glimpse of your cleavage and the silky black bra beneath your shirt. I, for my part, was almost beside myself with desire for you--the calculated wait had had its intended effect. I couldn't take my eyes off you all night. The conversation, although it stayed on innocent topics, thrilled with an undercurrent of raw sexual tension. * * * We are barely in the door of your house when you are on me, kissing me hard on the mouth; your teeth on my neck, on my shoulder; your hands pulling mine onto you. You push me up against the wall with the force of your assault. Your hands are all over me, straying up and down my body, pinching my nipples through my shirt, then all but tearing my pants open. You pull out my cock, already hard, and squeeze it as you stroke once, twice, three times with one hand. Your other hand strays to my mouth, shoving two fingers in for me to suck, muffling my gasps. And then you're stepping away, holding my eyes with your gaze, grinning as you brush the back of your hand across your lips. You make a small gesture, pointing to your eyes with two fingers of your right hand, saying Don't look away. I stand, back still against the wall, shirt buttons half undone. My mouth is open, my chest heaving with each breath. My cock is hard and exposed, purple in the half-light, and it bounces with my heartbeat. I nod, not taking my eyes off yours, as you take another step backward and begin unbuttoning your blouse. Underneath your clothes, you wear a matched black silk bra and panty set. I can see your wetness from where I stand. Your nipples stand out hard against the thin fabric. "Strip," you say. "And don't take your eyes off me." Hypnotized, I finish unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it back off my shoulders as you slide a hand from your mouth down your body, over your breasts. My shoes come off as the hand dips into your panties, arches underneath you. I see your eyebrows draw minutely together; your lips part and the muscles in your stomach flutter as your fingers find your clit. And then I am naked and following you into the bedroom. You push me down onto the bed, on my back. One hand cups my balls, squeezes gently as you kneel, straddling my stomach, facing the headboard. I reach for you, but you intercept my wrists, pinning my arms above me, grinning ferally. And then my first inkling that you've got something even more special planned for tonight: there is cold metal against my wrists, a ratcheting sound, and before I can react, my hands are cuffed to the bedposts. We've talked about bondage a little bit, but never really played with it at all. A quick glance behind you at my cock tells you that, though this is a surprise, it is certainly not an unwelcome one. "Wow," I breathe. "What's got into you?" "You'll see," you say, straddling my face and pressing your damp, pantied mound over my mouth. "Lick me." I hasten to comply, the slick silk sliding over your lips. I can taste you through the thin fabric; your scent is strong in my nose. You reach back with one hand, squeezing my cock firmly and rhythmically; I try to concentrate on bringing you off without you removing your panties. The extra barrier makes the orgasm build more slowly, which just makes the shudders of ecstasy that much more intense when they arrive. You extricate yourself, slowly, from the tangle of your legs and my arms and lie down next to me, pressing yourself along my side. You throw a leg over mine and kiss my face, streaked with your juices. "This is going to be so much fun," you whisper into my ear, idly tickling the underside of my cock with one finger. "I got you a present, and you're going to try it on tonight." My eyes widen, because I'm pretty sure this can only mean one thing. "You..." You put a finger (still fragrant with your particular scent) to my lips. "You'll see." And then you are sliding down my body, taking my cock into your mouth, the velvety, plum-like firmness of the head sliding between your lips. Your tongue plays along the sensitive underside. It is not long before my hips are bucking involuntarily, trying to push more of me into your mouth as my own orgasm approaches like a freight train barrelling up a tunnel. But before I've reached the point of no return, you pull back, letting go of me completely. A glistening strand of saliva connects my cock to your mouth, but that is all. I whimper; it's all I can do. Pleading. You wait a few moments, slowly removing your lingerie, and then, when the immediate danger of my orgasm has passed, you start on me again with hand and mouth. I can't keep track of time, or of how many times you bring me to the edge only to leave me there, just short of completion, all the while smiling that sphinx smile that says you have me just where you want me. With languorous slowness, you start your final tease. The build seems to go on forever; the orgasm seems inexorable as you alternate, hand and mouth, gentle pressure with each, working on my slippery cock. Just as I think you're about to let me come--finally--you release me once again, and then firmly squeeze the head of my cock between thumb and forefinger. "Time for your surprise." You take the box out from under the bed. I have trouble focusing my eyes by now, but I can see what you've bought easily enough. The metal glints in the moonlight filtering through your skylight. "Oh... god," I manage. "I can't believe you..." And then you are wrapping the belt around my waist, the crotch piece between my thighs. You lock the belt in place first; it rides low over my hips, but won't fit down past them. I won't be getting out of it until you let me. The crotch piece is going to be more difficult, you realize; my cock is still quite hard, and the belt isn't designed to accommodate erections. You step out for a moment, leaving me to stare at the device you've put onto my body and wonder what it will be like to live out this fantasy. I hear water running in the bathroom, and you come back with a damp washcloth. The cold makes my erection shrink, swiftly, and it's only now that I realize you plan to lock me in without an orgasm tonight. "Ohh, Jen... please let me..." You shush me again. "Soon." And then, suddenly, it's all locked in place, and I am wholly at your mercy. Again locking your eyes on mine, you lean forward and slowly, deliberately, lick the belt from bottom to top. I, of course, feel nothing. "And now you can thank me for your surprise," you say, straddling my face again. As your pussy lowers over my mouth, I can feel my cock trying to get hard--the first of many erections the belt will prevent. * * * It's now Friday, and it's been six days since you locked me in. I am in a constant fever of desire, which you do everything you can to enhance. You select outfits that reveal expanses of your beautiful skin. You give me lingering, tongue-filled kisses out of the blue. You play with my nipples through my shirt. (The first time you did this, I pushed your hands away, unable, so I thought, to take the torture. "Congratulations," you whisper sweetly in my ear. "You've just added another day in the belt." I haven't tried to stop you since.) Each night before bed, you blindfold me and I go down on you until you come. You control the pace, slowing me with a word when you want to draw things out. Despite your more provocative outfits, I haven't been allowed to see you naked since the night you locked me in. Everything else you do, though, reminds me forcefully of the metal holding me protectively between my legs. I have hopes, though, that tonight will be different. This morning you gave me a kiss as I brought your breakfast in bed, and said "If you're good, tonight I'll let you fuck me." While I was at work, you sent me photos of yourself, taken that day at your office, showing glimpses of your lacy bra. The focus of the photos, though, is the key dangling on a fine silver chain between your breasts. I have never been so horny. My hands are actually shaking when I unlock the door. You arrive home half an hour later to find me preparing a simple dinner--potatoes in the oven, asparagus on the stove, and steaks on the Foreman grill. You don't change out of your work clothes. We eat quietly and quickly. I get up to clean the dishes, but you tell me to leave them. "You can get them later, after I let you fuck me." This is the first direct mention of it since this morning, the first confirmation that I will, in fact, get some relief. You lead me upstairs, strip me down to the belt, and sit me on the bed. Your kiss is both tender and hungry, and your eyes shine with mischievous light. "First I'm going to give you a little show. Same rules as the strip club, though--I can touch you, but you don't get to touch me." You put on some appropriate music and stand in the center of the room in your grey work suit with its conservative, mid-calf skirt. Your hips sway back and forth and your eyes close as the music finds you. You release your hair, and it falls down around your shoulders; then, eyes still closed, you begin to unbutton your blouse. You move with the music, lithe, sweet, now turning your back as you shrug out of the suitjacket. The blouse is unbuttoned; back still turned, you hold it open and then, turning back, pull it closed again, giving me only the briefest sidelong glimpse of your breasts, cupped in white lace. You come close to me, hiking up your skirt so that you can straddle me on the bed. Your arms go around my neck, your forehead presses against mine, and I turn my head fractionally, push forward as if to kiss you. You pull back, a finger touching my lips. "That's a no-no," you say. "Better be careful." You stand again, and then unzip the skirt and let it fall to the floor. Underneath, you are wearing white stockings, held in place by a matching garter belt. You are not wearing panties. Wetness glistens on your pussy lips. You let the blouse fall open, undulate your shoulders so that it slides back off them. I can see the darker skin of your nipples through the lace of the bra. One hand reaches back to unfasten the clasp, and then you cup your breasts with both hands, leaning forward and shaking with the music until the straps fall from your shoulders. You stand, and the bra falls away, your breasts proud and firm, the nipples hard. You move close to me again, planting your feet outside mine, and pull my head toward your body, letting me drink my fill of your nakedness with my eyes, both of us breathing the intoxicating scent of your arousal. You lower your breasts to my mouth, first one, then the other. My hands and feet are tingling; my cock is pressing firmly against its confines. My heart is beating rapidly, and I can feel each pulse in my chrome-bound loins. "Are you ready?" you ask. "Ohgodyes," I say. "Yes." "Ready for what? Tell me. I want to hear you say it." "I want to fuck you. I'm ready to fuck you." "Ask me." "Can I fuck you? Please?" "Beg me." "Oh, god, Jen... please... please let me fuck you. My god. Please." "Are you sure you're ready? I don't quite think you are..." "I'm so ready, please..." "All right, then." You lean forward, taking the key between your fingers, but instead of moving it toward the belt, you reach under the bed. You withdraw a wooden box fastened with a silver lock. You insert the key into this lock, not the one on my chastity belt, and the box springs open. Inside is a long, thick dildo, flesh-covered and heavily veined. You take it out, lick the head playfully, and then fasten it to the front of the belt. All of this takes perhaps five seconds, and it takes at least another five for my lust-addled brain to put the pieces together. By then, though, you are pushing me back onto the bed, lowering yourself onto the fake cock jutting up from the belt, and moaning as it penetrates your warm depths. You fall forward across me, riding me, and between moans, you speak, your mouth close to my ear: "Nnh... god, I bet you're really close to--nnh--coming. Would you like to--nngh--come, Josh? It's all right; go ahead if--nnhhuh--if you want." You sit up to see the effect this is having on me. My face is showing a mix of emotions: confusion and disappointment, certainly, but more than those, desire. Relenting, you place a gentle hand on my cheek. "If you fuck me really well, I might let you out of the belt..." I begin thrusting my hips to meet yours, frantic, frenzied, my own moans of thwarted desire so loud in my ears that I almost don't hear you finish the sentence: "...Tomorrow."
Ben Kealan's mother knew in her heart that her son wouldn't make it through summer vacation without another run in with the Pittsburgh police. The previous summer, when he was eleven, he was caught breaking into parking meters and spent three weeks in the Alleghenny County Juvenile Detention Home. So when her brother, Tommy Funderburke, who raised dairy cattle outside Berkley Springs, West Virginia, offered to take the boy in for the summer, Thelma Kealan accepted gratefully. It'll be Ben's chance to escape the North Side for the summer, put meat on his bones, and be exposed to a man's influence for the first time since his Daddy died, she reasoned. Ben's father, a Pittsburgh fireman, was killed in a warehouse blaze when the boy was eight. Uncle Tommy Funderburke and his identical twin thirteen-year-old boys, Josh and Jason, met Benjamin's Greyhound in Berkley Springs three days after Pittsburgh schools let out for the summer. The twins were cute as a shower-roomful of middle school boys after gym class. Each had a wealth of Irish black hair that curled in ringlets over his forehead, and the angelic smile of a choirboy. Ben felt right at home and quickly settled into the routine of life on a West Virginia dairy farm. By their natures, pubescent boys are ornery and obdurate critters, headstrong, impossible to please. With that in mind, Uncle Tommy wasn't surprised when his nephew and sons got into trouble for neglecting chores to skinny-dip in the Cacapon River. A week later, they took his tractor for a forbidden spin through the north pasture, knocking over a fence and letting out a dozen cows. He then laid down law: "If you guys mess up one more time," he warned, "I will convene a general courts martial to hear what you have to say for yourselves. Then, I will introduce the three of you to a taste of old fashioned country discipline." Uncle Tommy had served as a U.S. Navy corpsman and retained enough sailor's jargon that Ben and the twins sometimes called him "Skipper." The boys nodded, but Uncle Tommy might as well have been berating his cows for giving too little milk. On a crisp and sunny Sunday morning, midway through the summer, the three boys fished for crappies in the Cacapon River; with time to kill before a late breakfast, they stopped at the general store on the Old Cacapon Road, pooled resources, and discovered they hadn't enough money between them for a pack of tailor-mades. But they came up with just the right amount to buy the makings of roll yer owns, a sackful of AMERICAN CHOICE tobacco and ZIG-ZAG rolling papers. They ducked into an unused shed behind the milking barn and clumsily hand-rolled cigarettes from rolling paper, spit and tobacco and smoked two cigarettes each before heading up to the farmhouse for Sunday brunch. Aunt Ellen, the twins' mother, glanced through the kitchen window to see black smoke billowing from the shed where the boys had been a few moments earlier. Uncle Tommy grabbed a fire extinguisher and put out the blaze before it spread to the barn, then lined up the boys and demanded, "What do you guys know about the fire?" "Who, us, Skipper?" Ben asked with the evasiveness of a schoolboy caught peeking through the girls' locker room window. "Why would we know anything about it, sir?" "Fires don't start by themselves, mister. Something started it." "It could've been lightning," Josh suggested. "It could have been, but it wasn't," his dairyman shot back. "There isn't a rain-cloud in the sky. Drop your pants and pull your shirts up, boys, all of you." The boys grumbled but obeyed. Uncle Tommy found tobacco, matches, and rolling papers in Ben's underpants. "Lightning, my ass," he growled. "All the kids smoke, Daddy," Jason rationalized. "There's nothin' else to do in this boring town." The uncle ground the cigarette makings into the dirt with his heel and said, "You guys are smart enough to realize that you've not finished smoking for the day." Three pairs of Celtic-blue eyes widened in alarm. "That's right, boys; directly after dinner, you three will hie on up to the second floor sitting-room, strip to your Jockey shorts, and stand in the corner. I'll allow you time to think about at you did; at ten-thirty, I'll come up with a strap and make your backsides smoke like 1974 Yugos. It will be a triple punishment for buying cigarettes, for smoking, and for being so careless with fire that you dang near burned down the milking barn." Aunt Ellen prepared eggs, potatoes and country gravy for Sunday brunch; the boys toyed listlessly with their food. After the meal, they stopped at the second floor bathroom, formed a semicircle about the toilet, opened pants, fished out penises, and turned on the waterworks. "Whadda you guys reckon gettin' a spanking is gonna be like?" Ben posed over the splash-splash of urine. Jason brushed a cowlick from his eyes and said, "He spanked us pretty hard last spring ‘cause we set off a firecracker under the outhouse on a church youth camp-out and scared the shit outta Father Harrigan. He said once we learn to jack and grow peach fuzz down around our nuts he'll do it with a strap. Mom's prob'ly told him she's found stains on our pajama pants, and we've got a few cockhairs now, so he'll prob'ly use his belt." "Did you guys cry?" Ben asked solicitously. "It didn't tickle," Jason said. "The Skipper used to be a Navy corpsman, that's like a doctor's helper, so he knows where the nerves are in a kid's ass. And he knows how to do it so it really hurts a boy." The cousins shook their penises, tucked them back into their trousers, and zipped up. "We'd better wait in the parlor like Daddy told us to, you guys," Josh said. "We don't want him any more pissed off at us than he already is." Ben squared his shoulders manfully and tagged after his cousins to the parlor, an austerely furnished room replete with pine paneling on the walls and an immaculately scrubbed wood floor. A plain wooden table sat by the east window; a Seth Thomas clock hung on the far wall next to a cedar armoire. The room's Spartan decor made it an ideal setting in which to spank feckless young boys. Benjamin unbuckled his belt and thumbed down his pants and Jockeys; his cousins snickered nervously at his semi-erect penis. "You look stupid with your pecker hangin' out, Benjy," Jason said. "Not as stupid as you guys will look when your daddy comes in and finds your pants still up," Ben shot back. The twins thought it over and dropped their pants and underwear. "It ain't like there'll be any shemales here," Ben pointed out. "We're all guys; your dad's got a weenie the same as us." Benjamin Michael Kealan chomped diligently on a mouthful of Fleers Double Bubble Gum. He had mixed feelings about getting his first hiding. His best friend back in Pittsburgh, Andy Kownacki, still got spanked; Ben had seen bruises on his butt in the YMCA swimming pool and envied him a daddy who applied the Heavy Hand of Discipline. When Ben's mother told him of his summer visit to West Virginia and advised him to obey his aunt and uncle, the boy stubbornly resisted the notion of altering his behavior. In a sense, he was testing Uncle Tommy to see what he could get away with. So far, it had amounted to shirking chores to skinny-dip in the Cacapon and taking the tractor for a joy ride that resulted in a damaged fence. Buying cigarettes that morning had been his idea, too. Only he would ever know that he had carelessly started the fire that morning. "We still have a few minutes," Jason said. "Maybe Daddy will change his mind and let us off with a talkin' to." "Don't count on it," Ben said. He stood naked in the corner nearest the clock, head hung, shoulders slumped, studying his prepuce. The twins shared the corner by the armoire. Three bottoms tautened, three half-grown penises sprang to attention when footsteps on the stairs announced Uncle Tommy's approach. "Jeezum," Josh sputtered, "he said he'd be up at ten-thirty; he's ten minutes early." Tommy Funderburke stood in the doorframe, a towel slung over one shoulder, gray eyes resolute. He carried a rifle sling that smelled of neat's-foot oil. He had changed into camouflaged hunting clothes. Ben recalled that he, the twins, and Uncle Tommy had a date to hunt turkeys that afternoon. The dairyman's steel gray eyes took in the near-naked boys without missing a detail. "It's time to find out if you kids have big brass balls in your scrotums," he said. "Unc'a Tommy, couldn't'cha let us off with a talkin' to?" Ben implored. Uncle Tommy smiled thinly. "You lucked out this time, Benjamin," he said. "In the Funderburke household, the strap is reserved for boys who've passed their thirteenth birthday; you'll have to wait 'til next summer when you'll have some peach fuzz around your privates to feel the leather on your heiney." The towhead peered up at his uncle, his handsome sun-bronzed face a study in conflicting emotions. "Does that mean I ain't gonna get a licking'?" he asked hopefully. "Don't count on, mister. I said you won't get a whipping; I made no such promise about an old-fashioned spanking." "I kinda figured there'd be a catch to it," the Pittsburgh boy mumbled. "Do you gotta do it right now, Unc'a Tommy? You said you'd do it at ten thirty. It's ten twenty-two; we got eight minutes left." "Ben, the sooner we get started, the sooner it'll be over for you guys and the three of us can oil our Brownings, get out in the woods, and bring down a couple fat gobblers for the freezer." "Are we still going hunting, Daddy?" Jason asked. "Ain't'cha gonna send us to our room or something after you whup us?" The dairyman tousled his son's shaggy hair. "I don't think that will be necessary," he said. "You guys are getting triple doses of Bayer Ass Burns for what you did. That should get the point across without adding room restriction to the punishment." Ben licked his lips nervously. "Who's gonna be first?" he asked. "Before we begin,, you little firebugs are to step right on out of your underpants," the uncle directed. "In a few moments the three of you will be clutching red-hot asscheeks, dancing in circles, and whoopin' like Comanches on the warpath. Unless you take your undies off, someone's legs will tangle in his Jockeys and he'll take a nasty fall. You may remove your shirts, too, or leave them on, whichever way you guys feel more comfortable." The boys finished stripping in silence. Uncle Tommy smiled and said, "It isn't necessary to cover your tallywackers, gentlemen I can see you have boners. Boys have gotten anticipation erections since the first cave man put his son over his knee and walloped his butt. It happens because you're scared and stressed and your testicles are pumping hormones into your blood streams to help you through a frightening situation." A look of surprised understanding flashed across Ben Kealan's face. "I thought I'm the only guy who gets hard-ons, Unc'a Tommy," he admitted shyly. "You were born with a woodie, Benjamin; at your age, you probably get two or three a day. Chances are one day, you'll die with a woodie. Boys, are there any further questions? If not, let's get on with it." There were no questions. "You twins are to face the table with the tips of your dinguses touching wood; bend over and present your heinders. Ben will go first; while I'm attending to him, you two are to hold still as church mice without looking back to see what's happening to Ben." With faces wheyey as dead boys on an embalmer's slab, the twins assumed the fanny-up position over the table. Tommy Funderburke gave each a fatherly clap on his backside. "you guys are to look straight ahead while Benjamin is being punished. You two are teenagers now; Ben will be a teenager shortly. Starting today, you will conduct yourselves accordingly, or this will be but the first of many visits that you and I will pay to this room. Do I make myself absolutely clear?" "Aye, aye, sir!" the twins chorused. Ben glanced surreptitiously at the Casio Forester on his wrist, a Christmas gift from his mom. It was spanking time. His uncle sat on a straight-backed wooden chair and beckoned for him to approach. "Let's do it, mister," he said, handing the lad a towel. "Tuck this under your pecker; bend as sharply as you can over my leg; hold still while I'm spanking you." He stood Ben between his thighs, facing the window. "I won't need that," Ben said of the towel. "I ain't gonna pee like a pissy-pants little kid while I'm gettin' it."." "The towel will protect my pants in case of an accidental discharge of semen," Uncle Tommy said. "Boys commonly have accidents when they wiggle during a spanking; squirming causes friction on the penis, which can trigger an ejaculation." A quizzical expression flashed over Ben's sun-bronzed face. "You mean I might cum?" he asked. "It's bad enough I'm gonna be spanked naked with a boner in front of a bunch of guys; If I get my nuts off, you'll all think I'm a little homo." The dairyman gave his nephew's mini erection an avuncular tweak and said, "Your uncle and cousins hardly constitute a 'bunch of guys,' Benjamin. It's also quite possible that the twins will ejaculate while I'm taking the strap to them; it depends on how much they wiggle and how long it's been since they last masturbated or had a wet dream." He jackknifed the boy into the nude-bottom-presented-for-punishment position and pinioned his legs to discourage kicking and bucking. He then placed a hand over Ben's kidneys and pressed down hard to steady him. To a twelve-year-old raised by a widowed mother without a dad or brothers in the house, a boy's first spanking is a scary venture in unknown territory. Ben had known since age ten that his pants and Underoos badly needed to be taken down, his bottom needed to be spanked blue by a surrogate-dad who'd accept no sass from a smart-alecky little kid. But when he and his best friend, Andy Kownacki, stole change from Andy's mom's purse, he was sent home, rather than marched to the basement and spanked, alongside Andy, by Mr. Kownacki. Later, walking home along Buena Vista Street, Ben had felt cheated of the hiding he believed he had earned. Tommy Funderburke flicked an imaginary dust speck from Ben's butt and said, "Pucker your white Irish fanny, grit your teeth, and thank your lucky stars you aren't getting the strap like your cousins, mister." The boy craned up at his uncle reproachfully. "You're humiliating me, sir," he said. "Is that what I'm doing?" "Yes, sir it sure as heck is." With that, the flat of Uncle Tommy's hand descended on the culprit's butt with a crack like a rifle shot. A whoosh of air escaped Ben's lungs; with it came a saliva-covered pink gob the size of the first joint of his thumb. Ben stared at the wad of Fleers' Double Bubble Gum on the floor with the expression of a boy who doesn't fully comprehend that his spanking has begun. An angry red welt, the size and shape of his uncle's palm, emblazoned his taut buttocks. He tried to roll onto one side, away from the pain, but couldn't because his legs were pinned. He tried desperately to kick, but couldn't do that either because Uncle Tommy was holding his legs in a mousetrap grip. Clearly, young Ben was being spanked by an experienced boyspanker who knew how to immobilize a misbehaved youngster for corporal punishment and how to apply maximum pain to his bottom. When Ben tried to reach back to cover himself, Uncle Tommy intercepted his hand and held his wrist until the spanking was over. "OW! IT HURTS, SKIPPER!" Ben protested with an agonized soprano shriek. The dairy farmer tousled his nephew's sticky-up hair, patted his pink heinie affectionately, and resumed the spanking. Ben had taken a very sharp whack to his naked buttocks without crying; his uncle was determined to remedy that. The towhead accepted his punishment , not as a man with big brass balls in his sac, but as a boy who hadn't quite reached puberty. Tommy Funderburke's work-callused hand struck again; simultaneously, Ben twitched and farted and had his spermarche, his first ever emission of seminal fluid. The ejaculate soaked through the towel he was lying on and left a damp spot on Uncle Tommy's camouflage hunting pants. Ejaculating boys buck like copulating billy-goats; young Ben was no exception. What felt to his uncle like a roll of quarters rubbing his thigh was attached to Ben's underbelly and had just proved itself in first-class working order. Benjamin Michael Kealan did exactly what he'd resolved not to do he cried. At first, his wails were drawn-out and lorn, the howls of a distant timber wolf. As the beating progressed and his bottom grew redder and hotter, he began to holler in earnest; his free arm flailed as if fending off the nightcreatures that often haunt the dreams of pre teenaged boys. A snot bubble, the size of a Ping-Pong ball, balooned from his left nostril and hung there like a yellow Christmas tree ornament. Tommy Funderburke buckled down and spanked as vigorously as if he were killing copperheads, applying a stinging swat for each birthday Ben had celebrated to his bare behind. Uncle Tommy took care to ensure that the naked youngster over his lap would leave the parlor with basic insights into the consequences of boyish misbehavior. Disobeying orders, Jason and Josh craned about to watch their cousin get his comeuppances. They stood awkwardly, facing the front window, leaning over a table to present grinning bare backsides for what they knew would be the most painful experience of their lives. Boy-sized penises, hard as railroad spikes, jutted from their loins like the bowsprits of old-time clipper ships. Uncle Tommy finished with Ben and appraised his naked sons bemusedly. "Next time I'll have you guys drink a cup of herbal tea laced with saltpeter an hour before I whip you," he said. "That's the Navy's remedy for randy young seamen who've been too long at sea." Ben leapt from his uncle's lap and commenced yelping and sobbing and hopping in circles about the room, his body leaking from both ends, snot and slobber from his nose and mouth, semen from his waggling penis. He didn't wipe away a telltale rivulet of boycum trickling down his thigh; quite the contrary, he was proud as punch of the irrefutable evidence of his newfound manliness and determined that all present see it for themselves. His uncle snapped the rifle sling against his thigh, turned to his terrified sons, and said, "It's your turn, fellas."
He had no idea how long he had been lying there, the music had stopped long ago and a familiar ache was setting into his muscles. His erection had subsided now but had been in full force earlier as Mistress strapped his body tightly to the narrow padded bench. As usual it was a silent process, he is forbidden to utter a sound after entering the room. He lay down on the bench. First of all his ankles then his calves, thighs, hips, wrists, waist, chest and biceps were all fastened down with heavy leather straps that she buckled firmly, one after the other. She took a length of rubber thonging and wrapped it around the base of his scrotum - a simple device for her own convenience but this would be used much later. He could barely flex his fingers in their leather mittens and nothing else from his neck down could move more than a few millimetres. He was allowed a little more freedom with his head but this too was encased in a leather helmet that was fixed to the top and each side of the bench. Today she had chosen to add earplugs, blindfold and a gag. Sounds were muted somewhat by the earplugs as she efficiently snapped the blindfold in place and picked up the breath-through inflatable gag. "Open." she demanded before plugging his mouth with the rubber bulb. The gag was mounted on a mouth-cover and, as she fixed it to the helmet by its four sturdy clips, he knew that this would be her final attention for some hours. Almost immediately he felt his mouth filling as Mistress quickly pumped in the air to prevent meaningful communication. She spread a thick rubber sheet over his body, started the CD player and then she was gone. Those events seemed like ages ago. His jaw was aching too but he was breathing gently through mouth and nose - for now anyway. His balls felt tight but his penis was relatively free, being held down only by the weight of the rubber sheet - it felt most unusual for his penis to be able to thicken and move without constriction. Occasionally he thought he heard the low rumble of a door closing somewhere in the house but he had no real knowledge of her movements. Sometimes Mistress would browse the Internet, read, cook, watch TV or phone her friends - leaving him unattended and waiting in anticipation for hours on end. He has just the one option - to lie there in strict bondage with his nostrils full of the smell of rubber and leather and his mind full of excitement and fear, because he knows there is nothing he can do to stop the session or to protect himself from the torment to come. Then he felt the draught. She was back in the room to begin her own preparations for the evening. Another album started up, playing louder this time, and he knew he had less than an hour of this relative comfort to enjoy. Further breezes followed together with the dull sound of cupboards opening and closing and items being set out, then there was just the music again. A few minutes later he caught a faint whiff of bath oils and imagined her naked body soaking in the hot water. How he wished it were his hands soaping her firm and slender body, then drying and powdering her before assisting with her costume. What would it be tonight - the new rubber cat suit, the tight bodice with cut-outs for her ample breasts or the long-flowing evening dress? Her rubber wardrobe was extensive; of course by now she would have chosen her outfit for the session but it would be a long time before he would be permitted to see it. She had a habit of taking her time in getting ready, a perfectionist in appearance and the results were always stunning. His mouth was dry and he was feeling slightly weak from hunger; as a safety measure he is not allowed any food during the day if he is to be gagged later on. Just as the music was coming to an end he sensed another draught that sent a chill through every nerve - the session was about to begin. He could smell the matches as she lit some candles, then the CD was changed yet again and he recognised one of her favourite pieces of scene music. As he felt the rubber sheet slowly being drawn away he recognised also her distinct perfume and a delicious feeling of helplessness and apprehension overcame him. Straining to hear some clue as to his fate and trembling in his bonds, he was shocked into the reality of his bondage by a sharp blow to his balls. Mistress had a special lightweight paddle for this, slightly padded but capable of delivering a clout which would bring any man to his knees. He kept as quiet as his reactions would allow and tried to brace himself for the next whack but it was futile - he had absolutely no way to ease his distress. Mistress held his penis out of the way and began the assault on his taut scrotum in earnest. It is just about possible to prepare for the blows when they are delivered slowly and in time but Mistress is wise to this. She started quite gently but alternated the pace and changed the weight of the impact to maximum effect. Within a minute he could not stop himself from crying out but, of course, this was stifled to a moan by the effective gag. "Be quiet, there's a lot more to come." Mistress advised, squeezing the pump to his gag until he could feel his eyes bulging. But it was impossible to be quiet. Sweating and straining against every strap that held him down he wanted to beg for mercy but all he could manage was a grunt as each blow sent a jolt through his torso. It was relentless but eventually she stopped and he felt something cold being pressed onto his chest. She leaned down and spoke very close to his ear. "Hmm. We are getting excited aren't we? Is it because you know how helpless you are right now and that you have no choice but to take whatever I want to dish out? I'll give you plenty to remember this evening, slave. How does it feel to be at my mercy, knowing that there are so many miseries to come but being defenceless against them - hmm? The gag obstructed any proper reply other than a grunt of acknowledgement. This was very important though; he had learned long ago that he should remain polite even when he was suffering to breaking point. Mistress took hold of his penis and began pumping it delicately. She knew exactly how to bring him to the brink of ejaculation and then calm it immediately with a little pressure near the top. She interrupted her stroke to remove his right mitten then pressed her crotch against his hand. He knew what this meant - she wanted some attention for herself. The little movement afforded to his hand enabled him to caress her inner thighs where he could feel a short close-fitting skirt or dress, suspenders and stockings - all in smooth rubber. Above was nothing but silky soft flesh, the product of recent expensive laser treatment. The angle permitted only a knuckle to probe her innermost folds and he began a steady massage. Mistress was already surprisingly wet and the ring in her hood piercing helped him to locate her growing bud. Over and over he feared he would come and earn her displeasure but Mistress worked his penis expertly while also enjoying the kneading under her dress. After a few minutes she shook with a climax before calmly refitting his mitten. "As your penis is free a little development would be in order, don't you think?" she suggested. He felt a cylinder being slipped over his erect member and seated snugly at the bottom. At around eight inches Mistress had no complaints about the length of slave's penis but she had bought some vacuum pumping gear to thicken him up a little. In fact she had also purchased a much smaller cylinder and had commenced her own programme of pumping - after two months her clitoris had almost doubled in size. She squeezed the hand-pump and watched in fascination as the contents of the Perspex tube began to swell. When satisfied that he was at maximum stretch, Mistress disconnected the pump and tubing and let the self-sealing valve on the cylinder take effect. He felt massively engorged with his artificial erection and knew that it would remain in place for as long as he was lying face-up. She walked up and down the bench rolling a pinwheel over exposed skin. He could still see nothing but felt the prickly tool all over - it was especially painful on his scrotum. Then she began drawing her long nails over him and digging them into his nipples, it was uncomfortable but there was probably much worse to come. At last Mistress deflated and removed his gag. "Thank you Mistress." he said nervously and began licking his lips to moisten the dryness. "I expect you are a little thirsty by now - you'll need a drink." Mistress said in a matter of fact way. The gag was soon replaced with another mouthpiece supporting a short length of tube and a funnel. The stiff tube protruded about an inch into his mouth while the funnel was plugged directly into the other side. To prevent any unintentional movement, Mistress tightened the three straps from his helmet to the bench so that his head was now held rigidly in place. Satisfied that all was stable, Mistress picked up a full one-litre jug from the nearby table and began pouring liquid into the funnel. It would have been quite easy for him to place his tongue over the end of the tube and stop the flow, he had tried this once before in an hopeless attempt to defy Mistress but she had simply grasped him by the balls and squeezed them hard until he relented. The fluid was unusually cold but he started swallowing fast. "There's quite a lot for you to drink tonight my slave." she said. "You see I have been saving my urine for you all day today, gradually filling this jug which I've kept in the fridge, I do hope you are grateful. Drink it faster now or you'll be punished for any spillage." It was all he could do to keep up. This was new territory - he had never been given much more than a cupful of Mistress's urine in the past. She continued to pour about half the contents then set the jug down, listening to his pathetic thanks from under the mask. On the floor, below the head of the bench was a small platform onto which Mistress climbed, from here she could stand over him or squat on his face quite comfortably. Again she started with the pinwheel and could see beads of perspiration gathering as she tortured his nipples and chest. The torment continued with a pair of nipple clamps that Mistress attached slowly and deliberately. She run her hands up to his neck and face then quickly unclipped the mouth cover and funnel. "You can lick my arse now slave while you reflect on your position these-days." He knew exactly what she was alluding to and how dependent he was on her goodwill. She lowered her bottom to his face to complete his degradation and he began kissing, licking and probing her anus as he had been trained. This simple act always encourages the dominatrix in her while also serving to reinforce her authority. At one point she felt him ease off slightly and rewarded him with a debilitating whack on his balls. Eventually she lifted herself to change the point of contact. "Make it a good one slave and you may escape the bullwhip." she lied as she offered her sex lips to his waiting mouth. With his head fastened down tightly it was not easy for him to access her clitoris and she was riding him at the same time. Her wet lips enveloped his nose and breathing soon became difficult. Mistress's rocking and moaning accompanied his gasping and furious licking then she started to tug at the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Her juices were flowing profusely and caused him to swallow a great deal. Finally as she shuddered with enjoyment she ripped off the clamps and smothered his violent reaction by relaxing fully onto his face, sealing off his air supply completely. She remained still for thirty seconds - any longer and he would have passed out. Mistress climbed off and replaced the funnel in his mouth while his chest was still heaving. "Just a little more to wash down my juices." she said as she picked up the jug again. This time she carried on pouring very slowly until the very last drop was swallowed. By now he had regained his breath and was calm once more. Mistress removed the funnel and fitted a knob gag in its place; she always kept him gagged throughout the sessions, after all, he had no need to speak - the dialogue was entirely one-way. He lay still trying to hear what was going on and desperate to view her outfit but unable to see, speak or do anything about his predicament, when suddenly she spoke. "Time for your penance, slave - to remind you of the pain I experienced when I had my nipple rings fitted." Even Mistresses suffer pain and she would never let him forget what it was like for her; most sessions now involved a re-enactment of her piercings in which he played the subject. Some months ago and completely without his knowledge, Mistress had purchased a large pack of piercing needles; most of their kinky equipment is purchased after some discussion but not in this case. The first time she used them it had come as a complete shock and it was an aspect of their play that he would never willingly accept, however, his preferences do not figure on Mistress's agenda and he knows that it is all or nothing. She flicked at a nipple with her strong fingernails until it was erect and quickly wiped it with a sterile pad. With a well-practised action Mistress grasped the little protrusion with a pair of scissor-like clamps then slowly punctured his flesh. He hissed with pain and shook uncontrollably while the 21-gauge needle slowly lanced his sore skin and gradually found its way out of the other side. If it were not for the bondage he would have been thrashing about wildly but the leather straps held him firm and vulnerable. "You seemed to enjoy that one, slave. Your lucky day then that I shall be keeping things nice and symmetrical." Mistress remarked, fully enjoying his misery. Although he thought he could never bear it there was no choice but to endure the procedure as it was repeated on his right nipple. It was excruciatingly painful and he groaned loudly, praying for the session to end there and then. "Don't forget why you are here, slave - to suffer until I tire of causing you pain." she snapped. He was entertaining her cruellest desires and she had plenty of time and imagination to satisfy her needs. Trickles of blood started to flow, fuelling her eroticism and sadism that she would appease later with a severe flogging. His balls were looking a little swollen from their beating so she unwound the rubber thong to let his scrotum return to near normal. A quick dab here and there with the sterile wipe preceded the insertion of three more devilishly sharp needles though his ball-sack while Mistress felt her subject shake violently. She stood back to admire her handiwork. "There, I think that will serve as a suitable reminder for this evening. Perhaps next time I'll fit a small ring somewhere, would you like that, slave?" she asked. She could barely distinguish his grunt of acknowledgement among the other noises emanating from beneath the knob gag and reprimanded him accordingly. "I just asked you a question, slave." Mistress thundered, striking him across his thighs with a crop. He thought his world was at an end. The blow added to the distress of the piercings and it was so unfair - he had done his best to answer. Somehow he managed to regain his composure and utter a noise to satisfy her. Mistress, on the other hand, was enjoying herself hugely. He had been strapped to the bench and blindfolded for over four hours and had no clue as to how much longer he would remain there. (One time she had tormented him, much as today, then loosened each strap just enough to ensure adequate blood-flow and left him to contemplate their session overnight. The following morning he had to be physically assisted from the bench to a warm bath and took a full day to recover). By now his head and neck would be suffering terribly in their leather prison and he had still not enjoyed the vision that tonight he is calling "Mistress". The blood had stopped seeping from his tiny wounds but had not yet dried and his penis was huge in its transparent vessel. She tasted his blood directly from his chest and slid her hand between her legs. "Just a little more torture" Mistress thought to herself " then I can exercise my arm properly." She fetched one of the many candles and held it a few inches above his thigh. As she tilted the candle, hot wax dripped directly onto the weal raised by the crop. He flinched and groaned in vain as the wax burned his inflamed skin. Mistress repeated the process on his other thigh then slowly moved the hot liquid towards his groin. His penis was well protected with the cylinder as was a certain amount of skin under the straps but there was still plenty of naked man to have fun with. And she did so with genuine enthusiasm. The reality is that each drip cools quite rapidly and causes no damage to the skin but with slave's mind full of pain and suffering, the hot wax feels like molten lead and adds to his growing panic. He was whining well before Mistress deliberately targeted the needles in his nipples at which point he started screaming. The gag, the music and the double-glazing all conspired to keep the noise from the neighbours or they surely would have suspected murder! Mistress retired to another room for a while, time to have a cool glass of wine and adjust her appearance, she always liked to look at her most formidable when she revealed herself to slave. She returned after 15 minutes then carefully set about removing the needles and vacuum-cylinder before unbuckling the many straps and freeing him of all restriction. When slave finally saw his Mistress he was greeted by a fetish image that set off butterflies in his stomach. She had prepared herself as a nurse in an electric blue custom-made rubber uniform with white edging. The dress held her breasts perfectly creating a voluptuous cleavage into which she had placed a thermometer. A white rubber hat and apron both with a red cross completed the uniform and she also had a stethoscope hanging from her neck. Her legs were clad in red rubber stockings supported by a, just visible, black and red suspender belt and her calf length high-heeled boots caused her to stand very tall. On her hands she wore disposable rubber gloves but the most sinister part of her attire was the white surgeon's facemask. Her eyes were wide and bright and she looked determined. "Turn over and face down on the bench." she commanded. It was a struggle, his limbs were not responding as they should but with the assistance of Mistress's crop he managed to flip himself over soon enough. "Head up." she said in order to force a large ball gag into his mouth before buckling it behind his head. He could feel her attaching the ankle restraints once more then the waist belt was passed over the small of his back and pulled tight. His arms were dangling each side of the bench but were soon stretched taught and secured with restraints chained to the bench support. Mistress started probing his anus with oily fingers and selected a black butt-plug for insertion. It hurt a little on the way in but was soon located properly, gripped firmly by his sphincter. Already he was dribbling from the gag because he was unable to swallow, meanwhile Mistress chose some more suitable music to accompany the whipping. Mistress's flogger is her favourite implement for corporal punishment, twenty or more leather thongs a metre in length. It can feel quite moderate when softly laid across his bum but as the weight of the blows increases it begins to feel like a solid rod. No part of his body was spared - from the soles of his feet to his shoulders the flogger left its mark and it seemed to last for an eternity. He felt he could take no more and prayed again that this was the end but he was out of luck as she reached for the crop. The riding crop offers different rewards as the blows can be laid with pinpoint accuracy and his backside and legs took most of the onslaught with this weapon. She took her time and all the while he was moaning, crying and dribbling but no reprieve was available and there was nothing he could do to stop her. The bullwhip is probably the cruelest device in Mistress's arsenal, used only when she is feeling particularly sadistic and tonight she had decided to test his limits to the full. As soon as he saw it he began panicking, shaking and crying real tears to add to the other fluids he was depositing on the bench. She was in no hurry. Five times she lashed him and five times he was reduced to a sobbing wreck. On the sixth lash he lost control of his bladder and wet the bench. "Lick that up right now." she commanded after releasing him and unbuckling the gag. He did his best but frankly after slobbering all over the patch it looked no better than when he started! "On your back, arms down - immediately!" she instructed. He climbed up and lay back on the bench, acutely aware of his sore buttocks and waited patiently with his arms reaching down behind him towards the floor. Mistress locked his hands together with a pair of steel thumb-cuffs, refastened the chest belt then produced a large reel of black bondage tape. She wound the tape around his feet, ankles and the bench until they were held fast. Then she started again at his head. He had not experienced this before but he had an idea of her plan. Despite his suspicions he could do nothing to stop the tape from being wound around his head and the bench. His mouth was sealed and his eyes were covered leaving just his nostrils free to function normally but his head felt as if it was moulded into the bench. Mistress removed her mask and gloves, applied some warming gel to slave's penis and began another of her legendary massages. Every now and then she would squeeze the top and bring him off the boil, then without any warning she reached over with her free hand and pinched his nose shut. After twenty seconds he started contorting violently as self-preservation kicked in and again it was only the bonds that stopped him from fighting her off. She released her grip and he sucked oxygen in as fast as possible but as soon as he emptied his lungs Mistress cut off the air once more. Despite his frantic bucking and exertion she held him longer this time. "The sooner you come, the sooner you can breathe slave." she said as she continued her gentle wank. With his mind in an erotic frenzy and just as he felt about to lose consciousness he ejaculated (to the relief of them both) and was free to snort in life-giving fresh air. It had been a long time since his last sexual release and he produced a huge amount of semen. "I hope you enjoyed that, slave." Mistress enquired. "You know you won't be coming again for a few weeks at least." She wasn't exaggerating - he really would not enjoy any further sexual stimulation until she next allowed it. He had not been able to touch his penis for over six months and every ejaculation now was under her firm control. Mistress left him briefly to wash her hands and to retrieve her favourite toy that she had cleaned in the bathroom earlier. She unwound the tape from his feet so that he could spread his legs then wiped him down with a damp flannel - he knew that the session was now over. They did not have a 24x7 D/s lifestyle as they preferred to live mostly as a normal loving couple, however, his inability to masturbate and enforced chastity was sustained as a bizarre undercurrent to their daily lives. His chastity belt is a solid and impenetrable piece of engineering manufactured by Tollyboy. Made entirely of high-grade stainless steel it has a single piece waistband that springs open at the front without the need for hinges and a separate crotch-guard that incorporates a penis sheath. Two flat-section chains attach to the bottom of the crotch-guard under the testicles, pass over the buttocks and are riveted to the rear of the waistband. Once the waistband and front guard are locked together at the navel, release of any sort is impossible without the key. His penis is held firmly, quite inaccessible to himself and pointing downwards so he has to sit like a female to urinate. During the previous year they had used the chastity belt as toy, enjoying many nights and occasional days of play but he was always released for work or evenings out. On New Year's Day however there came a serious change of attitude. He had spent the previous night locked in the belt and denied any sexual release as per their normal game. The following morning while he was still secured they were in bed having a chat about his office Christmas party when the conversation unfortunately developed into a minor argument; it was his own fault, he should never have confessed to kissing a female colleague after a little too much alcohol. Mistress left the bedroom throwing the key at him - obviously not wanting to continue the fun and disappointed to be starting the year on a sour note. But a few minutes later she returned specifically to snatch the key back again - he had not bothered to unlock the belt as he was not expecting her back so soon. She explained that in her annoyance she suddenly realised that an excellent opportunity to control his conduct was being missed and that a New Year's resolution was in order; the belt was no longer to be considered a novelty item and a 24x7 chastity regime was soon to begin. There was no debate. Realising that all masturbation could cease, he was a little concerned about not being released immediately but he was also quietly confident of regaining command of the situation soon enough. He could not have been more wrong - she was absolutely determined to take charge, and so it was that her exclusive possession of his penis commenced. She spent a few weeks getting him acclimatised to the belt - a trip to the shops, a whole weekend at home then a trial run of four days at work. Comfort was the most significant issue and the belt was returned to Tollyboy for minor modifications. The result was a much better fit that made a huge difference to the belt's wear-ability and opened the door to his life-style change. The very simple rules were framed by Mistress; basically he was to remain locked in the belt 24 hours per day with occasional release for sex at her discretion. He was excited and also little nervous but he wasn't convinced that she would take the whole deal very seriously. And so on the morning of Friday 26 January with no special ceremony he found himself locked into his steel underwear for the foreseeable future. After two nights he expected to be let out for their usual Sunday morning get together, so it came as a real shock to find that she was quite satisfied with cunnilingus alone and had no desire to unlock him. During the following week she resisted his many requests for an outing and on Thursday night she finally told him that this was no longer a game - he was in the belt because of his own desire to submit and her wish to control; she was now firmly in charge and she rather liked it! Escape was impossible without her permission and his constant pestering would only lead to a longer term of denial. She agreed that, yes, he would be let out for sex now and again depending on his behaviour - but he would just have to be patient and in the meanwhile be very careful not to earn her displeasure. He understood at last that this was one situation he would not be able to manage from below, Mistress had empowered herself to exercise real control of his sexual habits and there was nothing he could do about it. Life in the belt was it both frustrating and motivating. It did not show under everyday clothes so wearing it to the office was no problem but it was less than comfortable for the first few weeks. Sitting to urinate every time was, of course, a new experience for him and maintaining hygiene involved a little extra care in the loo and taking two showers per day. As his body adapted to the physical restraint the device became much easier to wear but gradually the mental pressure began to grow. Looking at sexual imagery, reading anything erotic, even seeing a good looking woman on the television or in the street led to an immediate reminder of his predicament - belted - with his manhood locked out of reach and firmly under the control of Mistress. Although he thoroughly enjoyed the domination he really missed being able to have a wank in bed while she was either sleeping or taking a shower - and her favours therefore became increasingly precious. Day and night he was conscious of the steel prison and the discipline it imposed upon him. Consequently it was not long before he became very focused on what he should be doing to earn his next temporary release. He developed a great deal more patience with Mistress's mood swings and answering back was now completely out of the question - little treats and surprises together with full compliance with Mistress's wishes were now the order of the day. Powerful forces were at work and gradually he adopted a level of submissiveness that neither of them had anticipated at the start. His outings for conventional sex or fellatio were now linked directly to his good behaviour and he had to work hard to earn them - in the past three months for example he could count such pleasures on the fingers of one hand. He had been locked into the appliance continually for almost six months now and would most likely endure it for the rest of their time together - ironically it was only their bondage sessions that gave his genitals more than thirty minutes of "freedom". From her point of view, Mistress got a real kick out of his predicament and took delight in reminding him regularly that he had only got what he had asked for - domination. The key was a bit of a nuisance to begin with because she found it inconvenient to carry it on her person at all times. The solution was simple - a hole was drilled through the cylindrical body of the key so that it could be slipped onto a combination padlock and kept safely by the bed. Thereby it was always handy for use (and to tease him with) but useless to him while on the padlock to which only Mistress knew the combination. She loved to tease him in bed and have him beg for release but the pleading was fruitless, most of the time she was content to enjoy the attention of his well-practised tongue. Sometimes when she wanted good fuck she would torment him even further by strapping a dildo around his loins. She enjoyed the fact that she could arrange their sex life to suit her libido but the best part was his frustration, which was marked by a much higher level of attentiveness and willingness to please. Initially, Mistress viewed the new regime as an amusing game, albeit one she knew she couldn't lose. But just as slave had to modify his thinking she also began to sense the more subtle effects of the situation. She realised that a tangible manifestation of her will was literally locked around slave's genitals and no matter what temptation he encountered, he was unable to function sexually without her consent. Although she had no grounds to suspect infidelity, there was comfort in knowing with absolute certainty that light-hearted flirting or kissing in the office could never develop into real unfaithfulness, indeed he would probably keep his distance now just in case anyone discovered his heavy-duty underwear. There would be no more secret masturbation either - something she had always regarded as unhealthy deception on his part. Of course there was nothing she could do to stop him from eyeing a pretty female while out and about but she figured this would only add to his feelings of impotence and humility. From day one of his belted life Mistress remained extremely vigilant with regard to security - she recognised that while it was simple enough to hold a key and give permission for temporary release, it may not be so easy to persuade slave back into the belt afterwards. The only way to be sure was to give him no choice so she decided never to release the belt without restraining him first; usually by cuffing his hands behind his back or tying him spread-eagled to the bed. It was a minor nuisance but any discipline brings its own overhead and on balance she felt it was worthwhile. "Lift your bottom, darling" his lover said fondly, removing the butt-plug. Mistress has had so much practice that it takes her less than a minute these-days to slip his penis back into its steel holster and fasten the guard to the waist-band. She quickly had him locked up tight again and, with the key safely returned to the padlock, she proceeded to release the thumb-cuffs and remove the remaining bonds that held him down. He stretched his limbs and hugged her lovingly as she bent down to kiss him on the lips. "Oh dear" she giggled, "I think someone needs to freshen up a bit! Let's have a shower to get me out of this clammy gear and then have an early night - you can give me another of your excellent tongue-jobs if you want to."
As I knelt by the side of the bed, holding Mistress Arianna’s ashtray, watching her body pulsate in waves of ecstasy as she pressed a vibrator against her clit, I thought about how much my life had changed since Erin moved in with us. The first time I heard Erin’s name is when my son Matthew surprised me one night at dinner. “Dad, could Erin move in with us?” I nearly choked on my sub. “Who’s Erin?” Matthew grinned sheepishly. “Sorry dad. I’ve been seeing this girl Erin for a few months and we really like each other.” I chewed on the news and my sub. “Son, I let you live here because you really like your job, and I know it doesn’t pay much. I’m not anxious to support someone else.” “Oh, you don’t have to dad. She works as a waitress and can help with the mortgage and groceries.” “It sounds like you’ve already discussed this with Erin.” Matthew laughed. “Yes, and she wants to move in with us. She’s living with a couple of roommates now, and they get in each other’s way too much.” I thought about how my life would change with a woman in the house again. If I’d only foreseen how much. “I’d like to meet Erin before I decide. Why don’t we all go out to dinner this Friday and get acquainted.” “Can’t dad. Erin works on Friday nights. How about Thursday?” “Thursday’s good. Where does she live?” “In Baltimore, by the inner harbor.” “Ok, we’ll pick her up and I’ll take you to Phillip’s for all you can eat seafood.” “Wow, thanks dad. I know you’ll like her.” Matthew finished his sub and went up to his room. I cleaned up the dining room table and thought about our conversation. I could tell he was pretty excited about Erin. I hoped she’d make him happy. Matthew and I drove into Baltimore to pick up Erin. She lived in a run-down house in a run-down neighborhood, about what you’d expect on a waitress’ salary. Matthew went to the door to get her, and they sat in the back seat together. After we parked near the restaurant and got out of the car, Matthew introduced me to Erin. I was surprised at how beautiful she was. Yes, I knew Matthew was a handsome man. He inherited his mother’s beautiful features. Even in the dim lights of the parking lot I could appreciate her wavy blonde hair and inviting face. We walked into the restaurant, and got in line. Erin found a table in the smoking section. We took off our jackets and helped ourselves to seafood. I got some shrimp, crawfish, and a crab cake. When I got back to the table I saw that Matthew and Erin were sharing a plate full of shrimp. I decided to break the ice. “Erin, Matthew tells me you’re a waitress.” Erin smiled at me. “Yes Bert.” “Where do you work?” “At the Gentleman’s Gold Club.” Erin surprised me again. I guess I was expecting her to name a restaurant. “Oh.” Erin smiled coyly. “Have you ever been there, Bert?” My face reddened slightly. “A few times after my wife died. It’s a nice place, but I had a tendency to spend too much money.” Matthew and Erin laughed. I smiled. “So how did you meet?” Matthew grinned. Erin finished her shrimp and answered, “The owner of the club was doing some remodeling. Your son was one of the remodelers. The other workers whistled and shouted at us as we walked by, but your son behaved like a perfect gentleman. “One afternoon after my shift was over, my car wouldn’t start. Matthew wandered over and helped me jump my battery. We talked, and found out we were both passionate about cooking.” Erin grabbed Matthew’s arm and grinned at him. “I waited for him to finish his shift, and we went back to my place. After he cleaned up, we made spaghetti and meatballs and had a nice dinner together.” Matthew grinned and put his arm around Erin’s shoulders. “Yeah dad, I knew she was the girl for me after that night.” Matthew and Erin’s faces were glowing. I could see that they were happy. Erin continued, “Matthew and I have been seeing each other for a few months now. When I asked him if we could live together, he told me he lived with his dad. After he explained what a cool guy you were and how you were supporting him so he could do the work he liked, I knew I had to meet you.” I mentally chuckled. Erin was making a good impression on me. We talked and finished dinner. I was a little disappointed when she lit a cigarette. “One last question, Erin. If you move in, would you be willing to clean the house?” Erin took a puff of her cigarette. “Sure Bert. If Matthew and I had our own place I’d have to keep it clean.” I extended my hand. “Great. Welcome to the family.” She took my hand and shook it. “Thank you Bert. Can I call you daddy now?” My face reddened. “Sure Erin.” Erin beamed. “Great, daddy.” She kissed Matthew. “I know we’ll be so happy together.” Erin moved in the following Saturday. She brought mostly clothes and makeup. I was glad I had my own bathroom, because she took over Matthew’s. True to her word, she kept the house much cleaner than I ever could. She even did my laundry, cleaned my bathroom and bedroom, and changed the sheets on my bed. She was polite enough to smoke only on the deck and in their bedroom. I didn’t bother her about sharing any of the expenses. Matthew worked most Saturday’s, except when the weather was bad. Erin didn’t have to get to work until seven in the evening. She liked to prepare a special dinner for Matthew, and she and I would talk while she worked in the kitchen. I was getting to know Erin much better. I had no idea until later how well she was getting to know me. One Saturday Erin surprised Matthew by getting up and making breakfast for him. Because she worked so late, she usually slept until noon. I watched them coo and kiss until it was time for him to leave. A short while later I was working on the computer in the basement when I heard Erin call, “Bert, could you come upstairs for a minute?” Erin’s words stunned me. She hadn’t called me Bert since the night I met her. I shut off the computer and went upstairs to see what she wanted. I saw her lounging on the sofa in the living room, smoking a cigarette. Before I could say a word, she pointed to the floor in front of the sofa and commanded, “Sit down.” My mind was in a fog. I didn’t know what to do or say. Before I could think of anything, Erin pointed and firmly repeated, “I said, sit down.” I sat down on the floor in front of the sofa and looked up at Erin. She was wearing a pretty red satin bra and panty set. I hadn’t really noticed before, but she had large, nicely shaped breasts. She took a puff of her cigarette before she put it in the ashtray and picked up a couple of magazines. “Recognize these, Bert?” My face reddened when I saw she had a couple of my female domination magazines in her hand. “Yes Erin.” Erin grinned. “Well Bert, I’ve enjoyed reading these. I especially enjoyed the stories you wrote that I found on your computer.” How in the world did she find my female domination stories? I’d never told Matthew about them. Erin picked up her cigarette and took a puff. “I was pleasantly surprised to read that watching topless or naked women smoke arouses you.” She looked down at my crotch. “Even underwear seems to work.” I felt embarrassed. Yes, watching Erin smoke aroused me. Erin commanded, “Kneel down and put your hands behind your back.” Before my mind realized what my body was doing, I got up on my knees and put my hands behind my back. Erin laughed. “Good slave. Now I can see your stiff cock even better.” My face reddened. I looked down at Erin’s feet. Erin took a puff of her cigarette. “I found a whole bunch of bondage equipment in your closet, Bert. Most of it was still in the original boxes. Why did you buy the stuff?” I looked at Erin. “After my wife died, I’d hoped to find a woman to dominate me. After a few years of searching and not finding anyone I gave up.” Erin finished her cigarette, put her hands on her knees, and looked directly at me. “Bert, today is your lucky day. Reading your stories turned me on so much that I wanted to make them come true. I love Matthew and want to marry him someday, but he’s very strait-laced. I hinted to Matthew what I wanted him to do, but he wasn’t interested. So I decided I wanted to be your Mistress. Will you be my slave, Bert?” “Yes Mistress,” I answered. Erin shivered. “Great. We’ll keep this between you and me. You will call me Mistress Arianna when we’re alone. Go upstairs, take off your clothes, and bring back the handcuffs and ankle cuffs. “Yes Mistress Arianna.” I got up and went upstairs into my bedroom. I shivered as I undressed. I was surprised and excited to finally have a dominant woman in my life, but wished it could have been someone besides my future daughter-in-law. I wondered if this could be considered incestuous. I got the handcuffs and ankle cuffs from the closet. I went back to the living room and gave her the keys. Mistress Arianna looked up at me. “Great. Lock the cuffs on and kneel down in front of me.” “Yes Mistress Arianna.” I locked the ankle cuffs on my ankles. I struggled a little to lock the handcuffs on my wrists in front of me. I knelt down in front of her.” Mistress Arianna laughed watching me struggle. “Hold this,” she commanded, handing me a large glass ashtray from the end table. She lit a cigarette and took a puff. “You’ll make a good ashtray slave.” “Thank you Mistress Arianna,” I replied meekly. Mistress Arianna looked down at me. “You could stand to lose some weight. That paunch is ugly.” She took a puff of her cigarette and flicked the ashes in the ashtray I held. “I guess I should explain the rest of my rules. You can only masturbate when I give you permission. I want your cock to be nice and stiff when you’re serving me. Do you understand?” I shivered hearing Mistress Arianna’s words. I had longed for a beautiful woman to take control of my life. I hoped I could obey her. “Yes Mistress Arianna.” “You are my total and devoted slave. We can only play on Saturday when Matthew’s away, but I expect you to obey me all the time. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress Arianna.” Mistress Arianna took a puff of her cigarette. She rubbed her fingers against my cheek. “I can touch you anytime, any way, and any where.” She reached down and ran her fingernail along my stiff cock. “You, on the other hand, can never touch me.” She cupped her hands under her breasts and squeezed. “These are for Matthew only. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress Arianna.” Mistress Arianna closed her eyes and smiled. “If you’re very good, and do everything I tell you to do, I might let you eat my pussy.” She opened her eyes and her expression became stern. “But if you’re bad, I just might make you wear those binder clips and fishing weights that you wrote about. Do you understand?” I shivered. I hoped Mistress Arianna wouldn’t do that to me. “Yes Mistress Arianna.” Mistress Arianna laughed. She finished her cigarette and took the ashtray from me. “Get me a glass of wine.” “Yes Mistress Arianna,” I replied. It took me a while to figure out how to stand up with my ankles cuffed together. I heard Mistress Arianna laughing as I took tiny steps into the kitchen. I had a little trouble getting the wine bottle handcuffed. It took a while, but I poured her a glass of wine and brought it to her in the living room. She took it from me and sipped it as she tickled the underside of my firm cock with her fingernail. After Mistress Arianna finished her wine, she got up and commanded, “Follow me.” I followed Mistress Arianna into my bedroom and watched her lay down in the middle of my bed. “Stand by the foot of the bed,” Mistress Arianna commanded. I moved to the foot of the bed. Mistress Arianna used her foot to play with my cock. She rubbed the head of my cock with her toes. After a while she stopped. She lit a cigarette and commanded, “Go downstairs and get the ashtray.” I went downstairs and picked up the ashtray. When I returned, Mistress Arianna commanded, “Kneel by the side of the bed.” I knelt down by the side of the bed and held Mistress Arianna’s ashtray while she smoked. After she finished her cigarette, she slipped her hand into her panties and masturbated. I enjoyed watching her pleasure herself. After a noisy orgasm she rested awhile, and lit another cigarette. She lay quietly and enjoyed the cigarette. I watched her chest move as she inhaled, the smoke spread through the room as she exhaled. I was happy and content. After Mistress Arianna finished her cigarette, she turned to me and stroked my cheek. “You’ve been such a good slave. You’ve made me so wet and horny.” She sat up on the side of the bed, took the ashtray, and put it on the end table. “I need to take a shower before Matthew comes home.” Mistress Arianna stood up and slipped out of her panties. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she shaved her pussy. She turned her panties inside out, put them on the bed, and said; “You may smell them while I’m showering. Don’t touch them.” She patted me on the head and left. I sniffed and enjoyed Mistress Arianna’s musky scent. I was tempted to lick them and find out how she tasted, but I wanted to obey her. After a while Mistress Arianna came back into the bedroom. She was wearing her usual loose t-shirt and jeans. She sat down on the side of the bed, lit a cigarette, and asked me, “Do you like my smell, slave?” I smiled. “Yes Mistress Arianna.” Mistress Arianna squirmed. “I wish I had more time to play, but I have to start dinner. Follow me.” I got up and followed Mistress Arianna into the kitchen. She pointed to the breakfast table and said, “Sit down.” I sat down and watched Mistress Arianna start dinner. She asked me questions about my stories and I answered them. Mostly, she wanted to know what parts of the stories were fantasies and what parts we could do together. I was aroused by the contrast between our sexual discussion and how ordinary she looked in her clothes. Every so often, she would sit down at the breakfast table and smoke a cigarette. She grinned while blowing the smoke in my face. About an hour before Matthew was due home, she kissed me on the forehead, unlocked the handcuffs, and told me, “Put this stuff away and get ready for dinner.” I smiled. “Yes Mistress Arianna.” I got up, took a shower, and got dressed. Matthew came home, kissed Erin, wrinkled his nose, and asked her, “Have you been smoking in the house?” Erin smiled coyly. “Yes darling. It’s getting too cold outside and daddy said it was alright.” Matthew grinned, took Erin in his arms, and hugged her. He was happy when Erin told him she planned on getting up early every Saturday morning to make him breakfast. We sat down and had a nice dinner. I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. Every time I looked at Erin, I saw Mistress Arianna. When I went to bed, I fought the urge to masturbate. I wanted to obey her. I had trouble getting to sleep. My mind was filled with images of Mistress Arianna. Getting back to work on Monday helped the days pass more quickly. When I was home, I had trouble thinking about anything except Mistress Arianna. I suspect she knew I was fantasizing about her. She grinned at me and cupped her breasts or fingered her pussy through her clothes every chance she got. Early Saturday morning Mistress Arianna woke me up and startled me. “Get up, go to the bathroom, and take off your pajamas.” She was still wearing her waitress uniform. I got up and went to the bathroom. I came back into the bedroom and stripped while Mistress Arianna got some rope from the closet. When she came out, she commanded “On the bed.” I got into bed, and Mistress Arianna tied my wrists and ankles to metal rings on the corners. When she finished, she looked at me and asked, “Did you masturbate this week?” I squirmed on the bed. Mistress Arianna had tied me tight. “No Mistress Arianna, I didn’t.” Mistress Arianna tickled my cock with her fingernail. She giggled watching it twitch at her touch. “You must be horny, slave.” “Yes Mistress Arianna, I’m very horny.” Mistress Arianna took off her uniform, straddled my chest, and lit a cigarette. She looked down at me, squirmed, and grinned. “Matthew and I fucked like rabbits this week.” She brushed my cheek with her fingers. “You make me very horny, too.” She grinned and took a puff of her cigarette. “You deserve a reward for being such an obedient slave.” She unhooked her bra and tossed it over on her uniform. She cupped her breasts with her hands, looked down at me, and asked, “What do you think?” I looked up at Mistress Arianna. Her breasts looked like two round softballs. “They’re beautiful, Mistress Arianna.” Mistress Arianna took a puff of her cigarette. “Thank you slave.” I stared at Mistress Arianna’s breasts while she finished her cigarette. Mistress Arianna climbed off the bed, took off her panties, and put them on my face. “This should keep you company,” she purred. She turned off the light and softly said, “I’ll be back after Matthew leaves.” I heard her close the door. I couldn’t get back to sleep with the image of Mistress Arianna’s breasts in my mind and her musky scent in my face. I had to admire her. She found a way to tease me even more while she slept. I watched the bedroom get brighter as the sun rose. The scent had long faded from Mistress Arianna’s panties. I felt my bladder filling and hoped she would return before I peed on the bed. Mistress Arianna snuck into the bedroom while Matthew was taking a shower. “I don’t have much time, slave. I want you to stay in your room until Matthew leaves. After he leaves, I want you to come downstairs in handcuffs and ankle cuffs. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress Arianna.” Mistress Arianna untied me and went downstairs to start breakfast. I took a shower, got my handcuffs and ankle cuffs, and locked them on. I sat down on the bed and waited. I was a little hungry, especially with the smell of eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen. I waited for five minutes after I heard the front door close. I hoped Matthew had left when I went downstairs into the living room. I saw Mistress Arianna sitting on the sofa, smoking a cigarette. She had taken everything off except for a pair of red satin panties. I walked over to the sofa, knelt down, and waited. Mistress Arianna took a puff of her cigarette. “From now on, I don’t want you to come down for breakfast on Saturday morning. I want to be alone with Matthew until he leaves. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress Arianna.” “When you do come downstairs, I want you wearing your handcuffs and ankle cuffs, just like you are now. Do you understand?” “Yes Mistress Arianna.” “Where are the keys?” I handed Mistress Arianna the keys. “Good, now hold my ashtray.” Mistress Arianna handed me the big glass ashtray. I held it while she read a magazine and smoked three cigarettes. I felt the strain in my arms. I thought I was going to drop the ashtray when she took it from me. Mistress Arianna smiled. “Very good, slave. With a little more practice, you’ll be able to hold my ashtray longer. Get me a glass of wine.” I got up and brought back a glass of wine. I stood in front of Mistress Arianna as she sipped the wine and tickled my cock with her fingernail. After Mistress Arianna finished the wine, she commanded, “Get the ashtray, and follow me.” I picked up the ashtray and followed Mistress Arianna into my bedroom. I knelt on the floor by the side of the bed and held the ashtray while she relaxed and smoked. At least I could rest my forearms on the bed. Mistress Arianna got up from the bed and stepped out of her panties. She locked my handcuffs to a screw eye on the side of the bed. She whispered in my ear, “Guess what, slave. You’ve been so obedient that I’m going to let you eat my pussy.” Locked to the side of the bed, I didn’t have much say in the matter. Mistress Arianna lay down on the bed sideways, her legs draped over my shoulders. She pulled my head into her pussy. “Eat me, slave,” I heard her command. I licked the wetness from around Mistress Arianna’s pussy. It took a while to lick up all of the juice from between her swollen pussy lips. I licked her clit once, and she pulled my head into her pussy. She ground her pussy into my face. I had trouble catching my breath, and I was thankful when she stopped pulling on my hair so much during her first orgasm. I was able to lick and suck on Mistress Arianna’s clit for a few minutes before she pulled my head into her pussy again, and ground it into my face for her second orgasm. I was a little rougher with Mistress Arianna’s clit now, playfully biting it. I guess she liked what I was doing because she didn’t grind her pussy into my face. She squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples while I sucked and bit her clit. I lapped up her free-flowing nectar during her third, and most violent orgasm. Her whole body trembled and she squeezed my head with her legs so hard that it felt like my head would pop. Mistress Arianna pushed my head away after her orgasm. I started at her swollen pussy, inhaling her musky scent for what seemed like hours. Slowly she sat up, looked down at me, and said, “Damn, that was the best oral I’ve had in a while.” “You’re welcome, Mistress Arianna.” I smiled. Mistress Arianna patted me on the head. “I’m going to let you have an orgasm. I was going to let you jerk off, but I want to control it. Besides, I read this in a story you wrote, and I want to do it.” She unlocked my handcuffs from the screw eye on the side of the bed and commanded, “Lay down on the bed.” I got up and lay down on the bed. Mistress Arianna locked a length of chain to my handcuffs, and locked the other end to a screw eye in the ceiling. The chain pulled my arms up and over my stomach. She picked up the ashtray and put it in my hands. “Hold this,” she commanded. I held the ashtray in my hands. Mistress Arianna straddled my legs and lit a cigarette. She smoked with one hand and tickled my cock with the fingernails of her other hand. My cock twitched at her touch. I was very horny, and watching Mistress Arianna smoke aroused me. I couldn’t really enjoy the sensations in my cock, as I was concentrating on not dropping the heavy glass ashtray and making a mess in my bed. Mistress Arianna put some baby oil on her hand, and lightly stroked my cock with her fingers. It’d been a long time since any woman had done that, and the cool oil soon warmed against her fingers and my cock. I wanted the feelings to last, but I also wanted to come. Soon enough, too soon actually, I shot my sperm through her closed fingers. I still couldn’t fully relax. Mistress Arianna giggled. “That was fun. I liked the way your squirming felt against my thighs when I stroked your cock. I liked having an ashtray so convenient, too. I think we’ll keep doing this.” Mistress Arianna let me clean up while she took a shower. We went downstairs to talk while she made dinner. Saturdays became routine for us. Mistress Arianna would wake me up when she came home from work and tease me before she took a shower and went to bed. After Matthew left, I’d serve as her ashtray slave and eat her pussy. Sometimes she’d masturbate me, sometimes not. I have no idea how long she’ll remain interested in dominating me, but I’m enjoying serving her.
We have been married for several years and we both were experiencing very active professional lives. Our jobs are quite demanding, requiring us to work long hours and consuming most of our creative energy. This daily grind had the same effect on us as most other couples in the 90s. Our love life was shrinking down to one or two times on weekends without a great deal of inspiration. We both longed for our early days of our relationship when sex was very regular and was our first choice in recreation activity. One thing I missed a lot was Sarah's long fingernails. Sarah is a great looking woman, a complete package of brains and beauty. She is almost 6 feet tall, has light red hair and green eyes. I have always thought she has the perfect figure with great breasts and a butt to match. Sarah used to keep her nails long and manicured. Her work requires her to use a computer most of the day and she found the long nails to be problem. Little by little her nails got shorter, until today they are just about the same length as mine. I still get a little rush when I think back to those long nails and how she would use them to tease me sexually. Taking the edge of her shaped nail and running it along the veins in my cock and around the head. I think she could keep me on the edge of orgasm for days if she wanted to with her fingernail tricks. Then she would take my dick into that perfect pussy and while she rode me she would lightly rake my chest with her nails. Not quite breaking the skin, just enough pressure to drive me crazy with lust. Sarah could take the edge of those nails around my nipples bringing the little nubs to rock hard points and then when she reached orgasm she would pinch my little nubs as we pounded our bodies together and I was cumming like a mad man. Always the next day the warm shower would bring little red lines on my chest to a visible state and when I was shaving seeing the marks in the mirror made me stiff again. Friday Night: The Actual Bet "Your late Jack and now I don't want to go out for dinner this late. Here we go again, a Friday night finally gets here and we are stuck with nowhere to go and nothing to do." "I'm sorry Sarah, but I had to get my budget input completed for the consulting proposal we worked on all week. If I didn't stay until it was done, I would have to go in tomorrow. If I went in to the office, I would have been sucked-in to help finish other parts of the proposal for Monday and I didn't feel like blowing my weekend because others didn't get done today." "Your trying to make me feel better by telling me it could have been worse?" "No, I'm only trying to explain why I ended up working late. How does a movie sound? You said you wanted to go to see some chick-flick that's out now" "What a great way to ask me out for a date, asking me if I want to see some chick-flick you can't even remember the title of, Jack. Why bother, just forget about it. You can run over to the video store and check out a rental movie and I will make us a chef salad." "Are you sure? I asked lamely" "Yes Jack, and knock off the puppy dog look. Open that bottle of wine in the refrigerator and pour me a glass. By the time you get back, I will be chilled out." "Sarah, this is starting to sound like a good plan." I ran over to the video store and picked up a couple of movies that might be interesting. I was hoping that one of them might be sexy enough to give us a libido boost, as we were way overdue for some good sex (any sex even bad sex). I also picked up some dark chocolate and some fresh strawberries. If the movie failed to get a spark started with Sarah, the chocolate and strawberries were pretty surefire. When I got back, Sarah had finished the salad and had set up a "picnic" on the den floor. She had some nice candles burning and pillows available for getting comfortable. This was much better than going to see that "chick-flick". I threw in one of the movies and we started to enjoy the good food and wine. The movie was not that good, but as we were more involved in our various appetites, so it didn't seem to matter. By the time we finished the salad and were snacking on the strawberries and chocolate the videotape had been stopped. Sex was on our mind and we had all evening to share our lust for each other. We had not had sex for days and I wanted to take some time. Abstinence has different effects on Sarah and me. Sarah takes much longer to orgasm and I take much less time. As we indulged in foreplay, I kept reminding myself to slowdown and put the energy into making Sarah as hot as I could. I was so horny that my dick hurt in my pants. I needed more room and getting Sarah and me out of our cloths became my focus. As I undressed Sarah, I kissed every inch of skin I could find. Sarah's neck is glorious and is a highly erotic zone for her. She can almost orgasm from my kissing and stroking of her neck. I began working my way down from her neck, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, and kissing her warm flesh as inch new area is exposed. By the time I am down to her bellybutton, she is pulling my shirt off with no regard to my personal safety. I have to stop what I am doing and give better access or I might get strangled in the process. We are back to kissing and I am working on getting her lace bra off. I could unhook it and get it off in a few seconds if I wanted it that way, but I wanted to make this as sensual as possible. After what seemed to be forever but had to be a minute or two, I had Sarah's bra off and her beautiful breasts were now the center of my universe. After kissing all of the soft skin of her breasts, I took one then the other nipple into my mouth. Running my tongue around and over her nipples brought them to a very hard state. Sarah is starting to move into that special zone where her whole body becomes sexually charged. Her body starts to tremble and her eyes are a pool of lust. Being so close to orgasm without quite getting over the top was frustrating Sarah. She grabs at my belt and urgently drags my pants down over my briefs and hard cock. I know that as hot as we both are, I would explode very quickly if I entered her wonderful pussy. I quickly shuck Sarah's shorts and lace panty. Kissing my way down her belly, I start teasing her pussy. Sarah has the best tasting pussy in the world and giving her head is a great joy for me. I lightly stroke her outer lips as she spreads her legs. Sarah is very close to going over the edge, but I want to drag her orgasm out as long as possible. I slide down further to give Sarah's pussy the tongue-lashing I so enjoy providing. Sarah wants me to shift around to a 69 position so she can return the oral stimulation, but I refuse. I don't want to change positions and lose my concentration. When Sarah gets into this zone, she is having small orgasm after small orgasm and keeps building to a large crashing climax. My world is Sarah's pussy by this point. I keep working Sarah closer and closer to the edge by licking and sucking her clit then going back to licking her pussy lips. The only part of my body Sarah can reach is my head and she has her fingers twisted into my hair and she is pulling my mouth into the pussy. Her body starts to quiver and suddenly she goes stiff for a moment and then begins to shudder. I move my hand from Sarah's butt and insert a finger into her pussy. Taking the wet finger around to her asshole, I start finger fucking her rear entrance. That finishes her and takes her over the edge. A major orgasm starts and goes on for several minutes, drenching my face with her lovely nectar. Sarah has these major over the top orgasms most of the time when we make love, but when we have gone without sex for a while, the result is unbelievable. Her pussy juice is flowing so hard that I can't even lap it all up, her body rocks and convulses so hard that she gets cramps in her legs and toes and Sarah moans for so long that she completely runs out of breath. It is over, and Sarah has collapsed into a limp pile. Sarah's clit is ultra- sensitive now and she can't stand to have any more additional stimulation. I slide up next to her and hug her as she comes down from the climax. She starts licking her juice off my face and crushes me against her breasts. Sarah says that she goes completely out-of-body when she has these powerful climaxes and I am both amazed and jealous of her orgasm. My dick is still throbbing in my briefs and I almost came myself without being touched. I slide my briefs off and put my erection between Sarah's legs, but not in her pussy. As Sarah clamps her legs together my dick is trapped against her clit and her pussy juice is flowing over my cock. She rocks her hips slowly to rub her clit against the top of my dick as she comes down some more. After several minutes Sarah can talk again and begins to relax her legs and arms so I can move again. Now it is my turn, but Sarah is a little pissed that I teased her so long before taking her over the edge. Figuring that what is good for the goose is good for the gander; she starts to tease me. I tell Sarah that I am already hot as can be and just want to fuck. No way is Sarah going to let me off that easy and she starts tweaking my nipples and asking me questions. "Jack, why are you so cruel to me when I am ready to climax and want your hard dick in me"? I explain that it is so rewarding to me when I take her over the edge like that and if we are fucking my orgasm might occur too quickly for her major orgasm. This is especially true when we have not had sex for a while. "Besides Sarah, you are not so innocent of sexually teasing. Remember how you used to tie me up and tease me with your fingernails for hours? You would make me beg to come and make me eat you to orgasm after orgasm. Then you would leave the bedroom for a while, come back when my erection was starting to droop and start all over again." Sarah got this evil look on her face and started to tease me about my fascination with her long nails. "Well Jack, I think you have a little bit of a fetish when it comes to long fingernails." "If I do, it is because you taught me to respond to your nails with your sexual teasing." "I think you have a little too much interest in my having long fingernails." I was starting to feel defensive and tried to push back on Sarah. "I really can't remember your long nails that well, since you have kept them chopped off for so long." "I mostly remember the great sex we had back then and how often you put some real energy into pleasing me." I had hit a little below the belt with that remark and Sarah looked hurt. "Are you trying to say I don't put energy into sex anymore, huh Jack"? "Not exactly, but you used to keep your nails long for me and now you don't" "This is one example of how we let our work lives interfere with our sex lives." I thought by using the "our" sex lives line, that Sarah would get back to our love making and forget about this budding argument. I wasn't quite that lucky. "Jack, you are so full of shit." "Do you have any idea how hard it is to keep long nails?" "I watched you take care of them, and I don't think it was that big a deal Sarah." "It isn't the time it takes to do your nails, it is the extra time routine activities take when you have the long nails." I should have just agreed, but I had to have the last word. "I think you are exaggerating how hard it is to have long nails." "You want to bet, buddy?" Now I was really stupid. "You got a bet Sarah!" I had no idea what I had just got myself into, but my male ego just walked me into a bold statement with implications that I had not considered. "OK Jack, you are going to have to prove to me that it is no big deal to have long nails." "You're on!" Sarah went on to set the terms of our bet, then we put it in writing and both signed it. Nail Bet Between Jack and Sarah 1) Sarah will put long nails and polish on Jack.2) Jack will wear the nails until he gives up or any of the following conditions are met. 2a) 24 hours pass with Jack successfully wearing the nails. 2b) Some emergency occurs; in which case the bet will be suspended to a future time. 2c) Sarah agrees that Jack has proven that wearing long nails is "no big deal". 3) The loserr of the bet will be the sex slave to the winner for 2 weekends. There, it was done. It was time to put up or shut up. After all the times I had wined to Sarah about not having long nails, I was about to find out what the wearing of long nails was like. I had lost my erection by now, but I was horny as could be. Sarah had a major orgasm, but I was still without for over a week. The earlier activities had given me a case of "blue-balls" and all I really wanted to do was get my dick into Sarah's hot pussy. Sarah had other plans. She took me into the bedroom and sat my naked butt at the dressing table. She had an antique armchair at her dressing table with a padded seat and back but ornate carved arms. She sat me down in the chair and took several silk scarves out of the dresser. Sarah started tying each of my arms to the chair. "Hey, what is that for?" I asked. "I don't want you to try and back out after I get started." Sarah sat in my lap and started kissing me. Running her hands over my face and down my chest, she kept it up until I regained my erection. Grabbing my dick, Sarah starts masturbating me, kissing me and rubbing her breasts against me. Her tempo starts building and she is getting me closer to orgasm, then simply stops. "Hey, don't leave me like this!" Sarah just laughs as she dances into her walk-in closet. I can see in the mirror that she is looking for something and then changes. When she walks out of the closet, she is wearing the short silk robe and matching panties that I bought her for Valentine's day. She looks unbelievable with her figure accented by the drape of silk. Sarah goes about collecting various items she is planning to use. She keeps moving from side to side as she gathers and discards items. I know she is doing this to set a physiological edge to our bet. Somehow, the whole show Sarah is putting on keeps me fully erect without any direct stimulation. "I see that you find getting your nails done exciting?!" "That is not fare Sarah, you know how good that silk makes you look, and besides I am the one with blue balls." Sarah just smiles and plops down in my lap. She sets her tools down on the table and starts dressing my nails. She shapes my cuticles, trims and files each nail just the way she likes it. All this time, she keeps rubbing her beautiful ass against my erection. As she works, I try to look over her shoulder, but she keeps shifting around to block my view and rub my cock. This was making me even more excited and that didn't seem possible. "Now to put on your nails!" Sarah looks in her fingernail kit and finds her glue is dry. "I guess you are going to have to wait here while I go get some more glue." "Sarah, please don't leave me like this." "Can't we finish having sex and then go get some glue?" "Poor baby, are you getting that desperate?" "Maybe I can find some more glue around the house and won't have to go out." Sarah turned around in the chair and started kissing me again. She slid off her panties and is sliding her cunt up and down the bottom of my cock. Sarah grinds her hips against my cock, trying to crush my cock with her clit. I am at the edge of ejaculation when Sarah jumps off my lap, gives my hair a quick toss and jumps out of the room to look for glue. I can't believe it, my dick looks purple. It is twitching and throbbing but she stopped just short of my orgasm. If she keeps this up, I will be a complete drooling idiot. An erection with a body existing to provide nourishment, all other life events forgotten as the controlling erection seeks orgasm. "Looks like I don't have to go out after all!" "Hold on there a minute, that's super glue" "You can't take that stuff off, can you?" "I'm not sure Jack, I never put nails on with super glue and I think they make some kind of remover, but I guess we will just have to find out." "No way Sarah, please don't use that glue?" "Beg me!" "What." "You heard me Jack, beg me or else, I am going to use super glue for your new nails!" I started begging Sarah like crazy. She sat on my lap facing me again and started rubbing her tits on my face and pressing my dick against my stomach with her sopping wet cunt. I could not concentrate and before long I was begging her to let me cum and I forget all about the super glue. "Please let me cum Sarah!?" I begged. "You can't cum until we finish your nails Jack." "Please hurry up then, your driving me crazy!" "I have to go to the store and get some more glue and that could take an hour with traffic and all." "OK, OK use the supper glue!" "Please, just hurry" Sarah just stopped and laughed at my predicament. She was getting turned on to the whole scene and was so excited herself that her nipples were hard as rocks and her cunt lips were glistening in the soft bedroom lights. Turning around, Sarah bends my cock down and sits in my lap. She squirms around until my cock is nestled in the folds of her cunt lips and she can rub her hard clit along the top of my shaft. She rocks back and forth giving herself direct stimulation and driving me to greater and greater lust. Suddenly Sarah stops rocking and a small shudder shakes her body and she lets all the air out of her lungs as she climaxes. "What about me?" I begged. "I told you Jack, that you can't cum until we finish your nails!" "Besides, that was only a little orgasm for me." As Sarah goes to work on my nails she keeps rocking her hips randomly so that my erection keeps pressing up into her clit. Her nectar is flowing down over my cock and I can feel the wetness leaking over my balls. I am sure some of the wetness is pre-cum from my dick, but I can't see my erection. I can't stand the frustration and simply close my eyes and concentrate on breathing. I think I was just about to pass out and it took all of my concentration just to force air into my lungs. I started thinking, and realized that I had been on the verge of my orgasm for about 2 hours now. I don't think I can survive much longer in this state of arousal. "There, all done!" I looked down as Sarah got off my lap. I didn't look at my nails yet, because I had to look at my cock. It was twitching and throbbing, was red in spots and had a purple cast to its coloration. It was covered with pre-cum and pussy juice and it seemed to belong to itself. Sort of a symbiotic relationship. The cock existed for one purpose, orgasm. The body existed to provide nourishment to the cock and in return got to experience the orgasm with the cock. I never understood why men gave nicknames to their cocks until now. It was a life-force of it's own. "Well Jack, what do you think?" I saw my nails for the first time and almost fainted. Sarah had put on the longest nails in her kit. The longest nails must have been 1.5" to 1.75" and even the nails on my little fingers are 1" long. Sarah has painted them a color I would call candy-apple-red if it were on a car. I can't believe what I am seeing and my cock starts to jerk up and down. Sarah realizes my cock is about to erupt and grabs my balls. Squeezing them to the point of pain, Sarah breaks the stimulation path and halts my orgasm. Reaching over the wine bucket, she grabs a handful of ice, starts rubbing my cock and balls. I think death must be near and then a split second later I come down to earth. My cock is still purple and fully erect, but my balls have shriveled up into my abdomen. "Sarah please let me cum?!" "All in good time Jack, all in good time." I made my eyes focus on my nails and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My fingers moved and if I just looked at the hands below the scarves tying me to the chair, you could believe that the hands belonged to a woman. My hands are very small in comparison to my body and the effect was unbelievable. I was mesmerized as I drummed the nails on the arm of the chair. "Well what do you think Jack?" "They are beautiful!" "I know, even though I don't have time to keep my nails done up this way, I still am a bit of an artist." "Don't you agree?" I had to admit that Sarah was unbelievably good at doing nails if she could make my hands look like this. "Great, now can you let me out of this chair, please?!" "Just a minute Jack, let's go over our bet first." "Remember, you have to prove that you can cope with the nails to win the bet!" "Yeah yeah yeah, please untie me!" "My legs are falling asleep and my dick needs relief!" "Well Jack, I think you need to get used to your new nails doing some routine tasks before jumping into heavy sex." "If you break your nails in a moment of passion, you would lose the bet, so I think it would be wise to get used to them for a while first." "What do you mean, I lose the bet if I break a nail?" "Of course Jack, if I am at work and break a nail just before the big client presentation I am screwed." "Can you imagine the horror a woman feels pointing to visual aids with a broken nail?" "You think it is easy or at least no big deal to have nails, so you have to prove you can do typical things without breaking your nails or anything else!" I had to admit Sarah had a point, but I didn't think I could stand to not cum. "OK Sarah, you win, but can't you give me some relief sexually without me risking my nails?" "Maybe a blowjob or something?" "Would you like to get that dick into my pussy?" "Yes, please I can't go on without some relief." "OK Jack, but to protect your new nails, I am going to have to keep you tied up." "OK Sarah, please I am desperate for relief!" Sarah went into the closet and got out our box of sex toys. I hadn't seen the box in over a year but knew what she was after. Sarah pulled out the sex cuffs that were padded and could be worn for hours without any risk to your arms or legs. Sarah released me from the chair and pulled my by my cock over to bed. She pulled back the covers and had me lay down in the middle of the bed. Taking a cuff, she attached each of my arms and then legs to the corners of the bed. I am now tied spread-eagle and even more helpless to resist any new torture Sarah can come up with. Sarah gets between my legs and starts to nibble on my cock. I never get quite enough stimulation from having my cock sucked on, but little love bites can drive me completely crazy. Sarah gets me near explosion again and then takes my cock into her mouth and slowly sucks and bobs on my cock. I can't cum, but the wet oral stimulation keeps my right on the edge. Again I beg for relief. "Please Sarah, I am desperate for relief" "That is your problem Jack, I have already had a couple of good orgasms tonight and frankly I am getting tired. I think we should finish tomorrow morning. After all, you have over 23 hours to go on our bet!" "Sarah, you said I could get my dick into your pussy if I let you tie me up on the bed!" "Well, I guess a promise is a promise, so I will have to let you in my pussy if you still want to." "Thank you, thank you!" Sarah jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. She came back with several condoms and started putting one on my dick. "Hey, we don't use condoms anymore, what is that for?" "You are just too hot and I am tired." "If we are going to have sex, I don't want you to cum before I get relief and this will slow you down." Sarah proceeded to roll two more condoms on my cock. She rolled each condom past the ring on the prior condom and they were having the effect of a cock ring. I was now 3 layers away from the velvet sensation of Sarah's pussy. She slid up my chest and sat her pussy on my face. I was so horny that I just went crazy licking her pussy and when her juice was flowing fully, she moved down and impaled herself on my dick. The warmth was immediate, but I could not quite feel her movement. It was just a whisper in the night. I knew it was happening, but could not realize the full effect. As Sarah rode up and down faster and faster she began to talk. "Your nails really turn me on, you know?" "I have always has a little bit of a lesbian fantasy but no interest in actually having sex with a woman." "I think to prove that you can handle the long nails, you need to do everything a woman would have to do!" "Don't you agree?" I didn't care anymore, I would agree to anything to get relief. If she asked me to commit murder at that moment, I am sure I would agree! "Yes, yes, yes!" "Anything you say, just let me cum!" Sarah exploded in her third big orgasm of the night and collapsed on my chest. I was twitching inside her cunt but still no climax. Sarah rolled off and started kissing and stroking my face. I was out of body just watching the scene. The cock was the center of my universe and the rest of the room was just spinning slowly around the cock. I say the cock, because it was in charge and I was just a slave to it. "To prove you can make love as a woman, I am going to let you masturbate a real cock!" "How does that sound?" "What do you mean, a real cock?" "I am going to release your hand and you are going to masturbate your cock with your new nails, just like a woman would have to if she was in a car on a date!" "What do you say?" I quickly agreed. Anything to get relief. Sarah released my left hand from the cuff and it flew to my cock. I was right handed, and with the long nails, it was very clumsy, but I was desperate to cum. Grabbing my cock, I started to pump it up and down, only to find the three condoms in the way. "Please Sarah, take off the condoms?!" "If I take them off, you lose the bet" This was impossible, I didn't think I could get the three tight condoms off and giving up on the bet was not an option. My long denied orgasm was driving me crazy and I had to stop reacting to my cock and concentrate. Slowly I explored getting the outer condom started up. My new nails kept me from grabbing it and rolling it back off over the bands of the other condoms was not going well. Sarah climbed up on the bed and adjusted a pillow so that she was sitting at the foot of the bed facing me. She started masturbating in my plain view as I struggled with the condoms. I felt like I was spending as much energy working on that condom as I would in a basketball game. Suddenly I got the outer condom to roll over the band of the other two using my fingertips and keeping the nails out of the way. The next condom was much easier and I was finally able to remove the condoms. Sarah told me to just use the edge of the nails on my cock head to get it sensitive. I did as instructed, after all she wasn't asking me to kill anybody yet and I knew even that was possible right now. Sarah tells me to start pumping my cock, but to keep all 5 nails in contact with my cock flesh as my hand flies up and down. Sarah stuffs more pillows under my head to insure that I am looking at my cock. I am racing toward orgasm and close my eyes. "Open your eyes Jack!" I open my eyes and see a beautifully manicured hand flying up and down a rockhard shaft. My out of body experience ends and I collapse back into my body. I can't help myself and just explode. I am thrashing about on the bed and spewing sperm high in the air. Sarah has been rubbing her breasts with one hand while fingering her clit with the other and explodes in orgasm herself. This is the closest I have ever come to having the unbelievable over-the- top orgasm like Sarah has. I am drained and my body tingles all over. Then I hear Sarah's voice. "What a mess you made, I didn't think you could possibly have that much sperm in you!" "You better clean up your mess Jack!" "I can't, I am all tied up except for my left hand and I can't reach the other cuffs." "You have to do it like a woman would, and clean it up with your hands and tongue!" "Come on Sarah, that is not part of our bet!" "Are you admitting that you lose the bet Jack?" "Then get to work, if I was making love to you and you exploded, I would clean you up with my hands and mouth, so get to work!" I looked down at my hand with the beautiful nails soaked with my sperm. Slowly I brought my hand to my mouth and as the sperm dripped off the tip of a nail into my mouth, I had a second orgasm. Not a large orgasm with sperm flying, but my whole body was climaxing over and over again. I could not believe it, I was slurping my sperm off my own fingers, and shaking in multiple orgasm after orgasm. My hand was flying back down to my dick, scraping up any sperm I could find and back to my mouth. Over and over again until I could not find any sperm on my dick, stomach or chest. I was coming down finally when I saw a bright flash. Sarah had gotten off the bed and was taking pictures with our Polaroid. The look of horror on my face stopped Sarah from taking pictures and then she started laughing at my predicament. I looked around the bed and saw what must have been a dozen pictures taken of me from every possible angle. Fingers dripping with sperm jammed in my mouth, clearly my own hand with painted nails covered with sperm being sucked clean and nothing but lust on my face. I was speechless and then Sarah collected the pictures and left the room. When she came back I asked what she did with the pictures. "I hid them for those nights when you are on a business trip and I need to masturbate to get to sleep." "I am going to take them out of their hiding place and remember this night again and again!" "This is probably the most exciting sex I have ever had and Jack, I plan to relive it whenever I get the chance!" I was in shock, on one hand I knew she was right, this was the only time in my life that I had been able to keep climaxing like a woman's multiple orgasm. On the other hand, if anybody else saw those pictures, I was ruined in my mind. "We need to get some sleep now, because you are going to have a long day tomorrow" Sarah started untie me while explaining that I was to clean up, go to the bathroom and comeback and lie down again. She was going to put me back in the cuffs to protect my nails during the night. Sarah explained that I wasn't used to the nails and if I tossed and turned during the night they might get caught in the covers, come off and I would lose the bet. I was so exhausted, I didn't even argue. I simply got up, went to the bathroom, cleaned up a few stray drops of sperm, emptied my bladder and came back to bed. Sarah put me back into the bondage and pulled the covers up for sleep. Sarah kissed me gently and played with my cock until she drifted off to sleep. I went over my situation in my mind as I was nodding off myself. I had on super glue nails that were obscenely long, my dick was hard again in my sleeping wife's hand and I had a full day ahead to win or lose the bet. I was afraid and excited at the same time, what a night. As I dropped off to sleep, I could hardly wait for morning and the start of day ........ Chapter 2, The Start of a Long Day I couldn't believe what Sarah did to me to wake me up on Saturday. She released my right hand from the cuff and tickled my nose with a feather. When I went to reach my nose to scratch the tickle some beast with deadly talons and a terrible cackling screech attacked me. As I came rushing to full consciousness, I realized that the terrible beast scratching my face was my right hand and the cackling screech was just Sarah laughing hysterically. It was a good thing that Sarah still had me tied down on three corners, or I would have killed her. "Good morning sleepy head." "You are such a bitch when you want to be Sarah!" "Now, Now Jack, don't get pissed off so soon, you are going to have enough frustration today getting things done with your new nails." "Don't waste your energy on this little event." "What do you think happens to me when I scratch my face during the night and I have long nails on?" "Are you ready to give up already?" I wasn't and besides, I needed to get out of bed and take a piss. "OK, just let me up so I can go to the bathroom." "I am going to go to the store and pick up a few things and you can get cleaned up for the day." "Take a shower, shave and anything else you need and I will be back in a few minutes." As Sarah was took the cuff off my other hand and as she headed for the door she reminded me that I better be ready when she got back. Getting my other hand free enabled me to sit up and if I leaned way over, I could just reach the cuff on one of my legs at a time. I had to work at it long enough that I thought I would have to wet the bed if I didn't get it off soon. I felt a great sense of accomplishment just getting it unbuckled. The second leg cuff was a piece of cake and I ran for the bathroom as my bladder was starting to relax. The shower was next and I could hardly hold the bar of soap. It kept slipping out of my hand and then I had a devil of time picking it up off the floor. Giving up, I got out a washcloth and took my shower that way. I had not used a washcloth since I was a little boy and found it very odd to see my body being washed by a beautifully manicured feminine hand holding a washcloth while I was alone in the shower. Next was the shampoo and after struggling with the lid, I got it done without any severe damage to my scalp. The nails kept getting caught in my longish hair (for a man) and it took twice as long to complete this simple task. After the shower, it was shaving and brushing my teeth. I was starting to get the feel for the nails by now and could do simple tasks by extending my fingers out straight and working the fingertips. This angle kept the nails from digging in. I was blowing my hair dry when I heard Sarah in the bedroom. "Come on Jack, I have been gone an hour and you are still getting cleaned up!" This was shocking, I had spent three times as long getting cleaned up as normal, but at least I still had on all 10 nails. "Hey, I am beginning to get the hang of these nails, they aren't so bad once you get a little practice!" "Glad to hear it Jack, because now is you time for the next challenge." I stopped breathing and fear rushed over me. I could not believe how terrified and excited her words made me as Sarah handed me a package of pantyhose. "Put them on Jack." "You have got to be kidding!?" "No Jack, I have to do this every day and it is not that easy." "If you are going to prove your point and win the bet, you are going to have to show me!" I was stuck and Sarah knew it. Sitting down on the bed, I started opening the package. Using my teeth, the bag was not much of a challenge, but the next step was very unfamiliar. I had watched Sarah do this many times and had a clue but not much else. Working my feet into the hose, I started smoothing them up my leg. The nails kept getting caught and the hair on my legs was being bent backwards, but with patience I got them up over my knees. "Hurry up boy, I would be late to work everyday if I took this long to put on my pantyhose!" Standing up, I started pulling and tugging the hose up over my thighs. It wasn't working anymore. The new hose were just not long enough, but I kept working the material higher and higher. Just about had the hose up to my crotch when it happened. The hose ripped, one of my nails went sailing across the bedroom and a run shot down my leg. "You lose, you lose, you lose!" Sarah was gloating and I was so embarrassed that I turned red. "That's not fair Sarah!" "You run nylons all the time and you don't have long nails anymore and you lost a nail before and and ....!" "Jack, you lose!" "You said it was easy and this proves I won the bet!" I was frantic, I didn't want to lose the bet (male ego I guess) and had to get a second chance. I proposed to Sarah that one single incident wasn't enough and that we needed a point system to determine who won the bet. It took a while but Sarah finally agreed, provided I did something else in return. "Jack, I want you to shave your legs and under arms." By now, I was willing to go along with Sarah on just about any condition. While Sarah glued my lost nail back on and touched up the polish, I kept trying to talk Sarah out of the shave, but she insisted. I went back into the shower and started shaving my legs and under arms. After 20 minutes and 3 razors, I was about done when Sarah came in to take a peek. Sarah reached into the shower and started rubbing cream on me and said it would soothe the razor burn. She was taking great care to rub my dick and chest and even worked it into my ass cheeks. I was starting to build for orgasm as she worked a finger up and down my crack and found my asshole. Then Sarah stopped and said I had enough "help" and I needed to rinse off. After I got out of the shower, Sarah was helping me dry off when she told me to look in the mirror. I could not believe the picture looking back at me. She had used a hair remover and I was completely bald from my neck down to my toes. I was not very hairy to begin with, but this was shocking. My hardon looked even bigger without any hair on my pubic area. I wanted to protest, but Sarah was rubbing my dick and telling me how much fun this bet was working out to be. Handing me a new package of pantyhose, Sarah told me to put them on and come down to the kitchen. With the new smoothness of my shaved legs and experience from my first attempt, I was successful this time getting the pantyhose all the way on. The sensation of hose on my legs was great. I always liked Sarah to rub her nylon-covered legs against mine when we made love and this was almost as good. The only draw back was all this sensation was giving me a hardon. The result of my erection was kind of comical when I looked at my profile in the mirror. I was interrupted from my state by Sarah's voice. "Jack, are you done yet?" Going down to the kitchen, I was strutting like a proud peacock. I was thrusting my hips a little forward to make sure Sarah couldn't miss my erection when I made my "grand" entrance. Sarah wrapped me in her arms and kissed me deeply. Rubbing my erection through my pantyhose she whispered in my ear. "I see you like dressing up in women's underwear as much as you like wearing long fingernails." I pulled away and again turned red with embarrassment and humiliation. Sarah calmly pulled me back to her and told me how much this was turning her on as well. I relaxed again as she continued to rub me through the pantyhose, bringing me close to orgasm again. Then she stopped her stimulation and returned to a very business like manor. "Jack, I have revised our agreement and you need to review it and sign the new bet" Revised Nail Bet Between Jack and Sarah 1) Sarah will put long nails and polish on Jack. 2) Jack will wear the nails until he gives up or any of the following conditions are met. 2a) 24 hours pass with Jack successfully wearing the nails. - 2 points for each nail damage event. - 1 point for each failed activity (including damage to any article). 2b) Jack fails if he earns 10 or more points. 2c) Some emergency occurs, in which case the bet will be suspended to a future time. 2d) Sarah agrees that Jack has proven that wearing long nails is "no big deal". 3) The loserr of the bet will be the sex slave to the winner for 2 weekends. I was down 3 points already, but if I didn't agree to this change to the bet I would already lose. With not much of an option, I signed. "OK Jack, you get to make me brunch now." "I didn't lose this bet yet, how come you are already treating me like a slave?" "Silly boy, this is just the next test." "You need to prove that you can cook with long nails, or else you are saying that the nails do interfere with real life." I had to work very hard on this bet and Sarah was getting treated like a queen. Somehow, she was winning even if she lost the bet. Sarah always was a clever woman. Sarah wanted me to make omelets for brunch and I didn't like this idea. I would have to chop a lot of items to make omelets and it was a lot of work without the long nails. She had chosen wisely. I started to go back to the bedroom and get dressed, but Sarah had other ideas. "Jack, I like the way you look, just put on an apron." Sarah got out her most frilly apron. It was handmade by her aunt, pink and white checks with stiff lace sewn onto the apron for feminine decoration. The sleeves were ruffled and it was the least masculine apron in the house. I blushed again as Sarah tied it tightly around me. Getting to work, I chopped the meat and vegetables for the omelet and it only took a little longer than normal. After making the coffee and juice, the griddle work started. It was a real trip working the spatula, but I managed. Sarah made me do the whole drill, set the table and serve her. I make omelets one at a time, so I went back to work on mine after serving Sarah. When I sat down, Sarah was already done and as I ate she started teasing me about how sexy I was in the pantyhose and apron. She described how much it turned her on to watch me working in the kitchen with my legs and butt highlighted by the hose. To her, my apron was "adorable" and made her think about her lesbian fantasy. I wasn't sure where she was going with this conversation, but as she talked my erection returned and was making my apron peak up. The tightness of the hose was causing some discomfort but, the nylon was also rubbing my dick to a point of extreme sensitivity. As I was finishing brunch, Sarah came around the table and started rubbing my chest under the apron and working her hands down to my dick. "You really like being dressed up like a little horny housewife, don't you Jack?" "That's not exactly right Sarah, you keep making everything we do sexual and that is what turns me on." "It's you, not the apron and hose!" It was a lie, this whole scene was making me hot, not just the feminine clothes and not just Sarah. She knew this and worked her point a little more. "Then how come you had a hardon when you came out of the bedroom in your pantyhose?" "I guess you are right, being made to wear forbidden cloths is a bit of a rush" Sarah slid down in my lap and started kissing me and feeling me up everywhere her hands could reach. "Jack, make love to me like a woman!" "Just use your hands and mouth, OK?" "Your hands are very sexy with the long nails!" I started kissing Sarah back and getting turned on big time. This was not a great position for making love, so I started to stand and pick up Sarah. "No Jack, a woman would not carry me to bed!" "Take my hand and gently take me to bed or the couch on the sun porch." I tried it Sarah's way and led her to the sun porch. This was one of Sarah's favorite rooms to make love in, but I didn't like the furniture for good old fashioned fucking. This wicker stuff was good sitting but not for a good pounding of my dick into Sarah's wet pussy. Sitting down on the love seat, we kissed and stroked each other's face. I gently unbuttoned Sarah blouse and tried to act like the extra time the nails made me take was part of a slow seduction. Finally I got the blouse unbuttoned and began to caress her breasts through her bra. As her nipples stiffened, she took a deep breath. "Take my bra off Jack!" Her words made a chill run up my spine. I had enough trouble getting her bra off without nails, and I realized that this bra was Sarah's tightest. I started working on the clasp, but I could not get enough slack in the material to open the little catches. Sarah was rubbing my dick through the hose and would slide the hose up and down my erection. The material has a grain to it and it began to rub my dick a little raw. "Come on Jack, I am so horny, get my bra off!" I couldn't do it, her bra was so tight I could not get my fingers to pull up on the fabric to get some slack. "If you can't do it Jack, give up the bet and I will do it." That did it, I redoubled my effort and dug the bra away from her back with the nails. I got the 3 little catches to release and the bra came free. Pulling her blouse free of her shorts, I soon had her topless. "Jack, use you nails on my breasts!" I went to work on her breasts using the nails. It was so sexy gently raking the nails along the sides of her breasts and tweaking her nipples. I remembered how Sarah had done this to me when she had her long nails and I tried to repeat her motions. She was breathing heavy and her eyes were glazed over as she kissed me again and again. Her rubbing of my dick was erratic and the unpredictability kept me completely off stride in my response. The stimulation was causing me to leak pre-cum on the panty hose but was not going to give me any relief. "Finish undressing me Jack!" The shorts were a little tight, but I was able to work the zipper pretty quickly. Pulling her shorts off with her panties I was shocked by the wetness leaking out of her pussy. I was drawn to her pussy by the nectar and knelt down to taste her pussy. Licking at her cunt lips I can feel her building to a climax. I part her lips with my fingers and accidentally scraped Sarah with the edge of my long nail. She shuddered and grabbed my hair, pulling me up to the seat again. "Use you nails on my cunt!" I start rubbing the tips of my fingernails along the edge of her pussy. I remember how Sarah used to drive me crazy by scrapping her nails along my dick and tried to copy her technique. With my other hand I pulled Sarah around so that her back is against my chest. Now I could reach her breasts with one hand while using the other on her wet pussy. Sarah was trembling all over and her breathing is short and fast. Looking down, I can see my wife's beautiful body being made love to by two hands that should be on another woman. It is like watching a porn movie where two women are performing mutual masturbation. Sarah's is smashing my dick against my body and I can feel it throbbing in my pantyhose. "Open your eyes Sarah and look at my hands on your body!" Sarah looks down and can see what I have been watching. Two hands with long red nails massaging her breast and cunt. Faster and faster I finger her cunt as she races to orgasm. Watching the whole scene is overwhelming to me, so Sarah must be close to one of her out-of-body orgasms. I take first one finger and slide it into her cunt. I start finger fucking her and take a nipple in the tips of my nails like a pair of needle- nose pliers. Now I have 2 fingers in her cunt and am working them in and out as fast as I can in this position. Pumping and pumping my hand Sarah is having multiple small orgasms, but is not quite over the top. I pull my hand out to the tip and run the edge of my nail around her rock hard clit and quickly jam 3 fingers in her cunt. She is starting to stiffen her whole body when I do it again, twice more quickly. She reaches her peak and has the big orgasm. I keep rubbing my nails along her breast and outer cunt lips as she orgasms for what seemed like several minutes until she completely collapsed. I hold her and rock her for several minutes as she comes down. "Now you can make me come like I am your lesbian lover Sarah." Sarah spun around and asked me if that was what I wanted. I said it sure was. "OK Jack, but first you need an enema" "What?" "I am going to fuck you with our vibrator and you need to be clean before I use it on you!" Our vibrator was bigger than my dick and was one of the models shaped like a real cock with a harder plastic vibrator in the center. Sarah says it feels very real when I use it on her (and when she uses it herself because I am out of town). "I don't think that is such a good idea, I can't take that up my butt!" "Yes you can, you just don't know it yet." "I will work you up to it and you can stop me anytime you want Jack." "I won't force this one as a condition of the bet, just trust me." I had never been so sexually charged in my life and I really did trust Sarah with my life, so what was my asshole compared to that? "Ok, you can do it." Sarah led me to the bedroom stroking my pre-cum soaked dick trough my pantyhose all the way. "Before we start, lets review the score Jack." "You chipped your polish on one nail on the left hand and one nail is almost completely off on your right." I looked down and she was right. In the middle of our lovemaking, I had done some serious damage to my new nails. "You also scratched my back taking my bra off, so you scored a total of 5 points plus your prior 3 to bring your score to 8!" I was shocked to see my points pilling up so fast and it wasn't even noon yet. "That's not right Sarah, I damaged my nails doing one task, the fact that I damaged 2 nails counts the same as 1 nail or 10 nails as long as it happens during the same activity." "Well Jack, since we didn't clearly state the rules regarding this per event vs. per nail rule, I am going to let you have it your way." "Let's see, that makes your score 6." "Your not going to make it Jack, want to give up now?" "No, I am only a little over halfway there on score and about the same amount of time has gone by." "I think I still have a great chance to win the bet!" Sarah just smiled and sat me down to fix my nails again. She replaced the severely damaged nail using a lot of super glue, removed all my polish and redid my 10 nails. They looked wonderful again. I could see what time and effort Sarah had put into her nails based on the last 13 or so hours to agree that it was not easy, but I didn't want to lose the bet so I kept my mouth shut. Sarah told me to sit still and let my nails dry before we moved on. She slid around behind me and again started rubbing my cock through the pantyhose. You can't imagine how good something can feel and still hurt until someone masturbates you with pre-cum soaked nylons. I think it is like a little "Scotch" pad rubbing away layers of skin cells, stimulating you while hurting enough to hold you short of orgasm. "Don't go away, I have to go potty." "And whatever you do, don't touch anything with your wet nails, it will smear the polish and I will be pissed if you make me redo them!" She did it again, bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then stopped in the nick of time so that I am getting a second case of "blue-balls" in as many days. I close my eyes and relax in Sarah's armchair at her dressing table. I don't know how long I waited, but when I opened my eyes again, Sarah was taking Polaroid pictures again. She was dropping them on the floor and had taken good six or seven pictures of me sitting at her dressing table wearing a very frilly apron and pantyhose. These pictures were more humiliating (if that was possible) than the first. Before, I was clearly tied up and could at least argue that I was under the control of someone else. This time I was sitting there untied in an apron wearing pantyhose and I had a huge bulge in my apron where my dick was sticking out. "Hey, no pictures!" "You can't keep those, give them to me!" "Jack, I am not going to share these with anybody!" "I just want to be able to take them out when we are old and have kids around keeping us from playing sex games like this on a Saturday." "Nobody will ever see these pictures but us, I promise!" "We will talk about it later, but for now I guess you can keep them." "Good, now sit still and I will show them to you!" Sarah flew into my lap and sat down on my dick. After I yelped in pain, she pulled up my apron and sat down so that her cunt was on top of my dick and we were front to back. Sarah kept wiggling her but as she showed me the pictures, she was going to make sure that I didn't lose my erection as she showed me the pictures. "See how sexy you look in your apron and hose Jack?" "If you say so Sarah." "Oh I do and besides, if you grow your hair out a little longer, you can let me give you a hair-do to go with your nails" "Wouldn't that be sexy?" "I don't know anymore Sarah, this is already way beyond what I thought my limits were in sexual matters!" "You look great in pink Jack and I think I am going to have to dress you up more often!" "It is sort of like playing Barbie with a life size doll, doing makeup with a girlfriend and having great sex with your husband all in one." I didn't know about the first two, but I knew that this was the best sex we have had in a long time. "I guess so, but playing like this will take a little getting used to." After a few more minutes, Sarah said my nails were dry and we needed to move on to our "girl-on-girl" sex. Taking me into the bathroom, she got out the enema bag. I have a very sensitive asshole, and the idea of getting an enema was not high on my list of activities. Sarah went about getting things ready and filled the bag up with a lot of warm soapy water. "That looks like a lot of water Sarah!" "Don't worry Jack, you can take it." "Yea, take it like a man!" I didn't like her little joke, but my hardon and blue-balls kept me cooperative. Sarah bent me over just so on my knees, pulled down my pantyhose and started working some KY jelly into my ass. Soon she was finger fucking me and I was moaning in pleasure. Now she was fucking me with longer strokes and I was really starting to like this feeling. Sarah, stopped moving in and out of my ass and I felt the pressure. She had been fucking my ass with the enema nozzle. The warm water was rushing in very fast, and I let out a "Sarah!" to let her know I didn't like this. She slowed down the water and let me get used to the pressure. Before I got completely use to the pressure, she was done. Sarah quickly popped the nozzle out of my ass and pulled up my pantyhose. Standing upright again, I looked down at the bulge in my front, it could not have been any bigger. My guts were full beyond belief and Sarah was rubbing her tits against my back and rubbing her hands on my stomach. "Do you think being pregnant will feel like being full like this Jack?" "How would I know, I have never been pregnant and never will be." "I know Jack, but close you eyes and imagine being pregnant." "When I was in highschool, one of the girls got pregnant, and a couple of us gave each other enema's and tried to imagine what it felt like to be pregnant." This was the first time Sarah had ever mentioned doing anything like this with other girls and I wondered if this was the basis of her lesbian fantasy. "Jack, telephone!" I had not heard the phone ring as I stood there thinking about Sarah's words, but I went into the bedroom to see what was going on. "It's your Mother and she wants to say hi!" I pick up the phone and said hi to my Mom. "I didn't hear the phone ring Mom, but thanks for calling." "Sarah called and said we hadn't talked in a while so she was going to make sure her husband kept in contact with his mother." "Wasn't that nice of her!" The cramps in my gut hit about the time my mom got to the part about how nice Sarah was. "Yes Mom, Sarah is special that way" I very quickly reached the point of agony and had to get off the phone. Sarah was sitting across the room grinning ear to ear over my predicament. "Can I call you back tomorrow Mom, I was just going out the door to help a buddy with his car and I want to get going so I can get done and back home to Sarah." "Sarah is being a little trouble maker, calling you as I was going out the door." My Mom thought that this was extremely funny and she would be happy to get my call tomorrow. I hung up the phone and ran to the bathroom. Getting the panty hose down was a lot easier than putting them on, but it was still difficult when you are about to blow. Somehow I made it and sat down on the toilet. "Sarah you can be such a bitch at times!" She had put the toilet seat up and I had sat down in the cold water. I don't know how, but I managed to pick up my butt, put the seat down and sit back down before the worst could happen. It was a major league sensation as the water rushed out of me. I had never had an enema even as a child and this was overwhelming. As I was coming to my senses again, I saw the flash of the camera again. I was numb, and only looked at Sarah as she recorded my current humiliating position. She stopped and showed me the pictures. There I was with pantyhose pulled down, in a pink and white apron, and my manicured hands resting on my nylon covered thighs. The hose were black and the red polish was clearly visible. My face had a strangely satisfied look and you could easily believe I was very happy to be sitting on the toilet like a woman in nails, hose and apron. Sarah darted off to put away her new treasure. When she returned, she told me to take my time and when I was ready, take off the apron and hose and shower up again. She wanted me clean inside and out. It took a few more minutes before I was ready, and I reached for the toilet paper and froze. I could not image how to wipe my butt with these nails. Sarah had been hiding just around the corner and she poked her head in when I froze. "If I have to wipe your butt, you lose Jack!" I made up my mind to not lose after all I had been through. Working carefully, I managed to complete my paper work (pun intended). Getting into the shower was a perfect idea and I slipped into the warm water. After a few minutes, I looked around for some soap and the only thing in the shower was one of those nylon net body washers and liquid soap. "Sarah, bring me some soap, please." "Just use the liquid soap, we are out of your bar soap." I soaped up the body washer and washed up. The texture of the net against my hairless skin was very erotic. I was getting quite aroused again when it hit me how much this soap smelled. Sarah had put her strongest perfume soap in the shower. I was going to smell like no man I had ever been around after this. When I got out of the shower, Sarah was again ready to dry my off. She worked the towel against my skin until my skin was pink all over. Sarah grabbed me by my hard dick and led me into the bedroom. Turning me around she put her naked body against me and started kissing me. I tried to kiss back, but she stopped me. "Not that way Jack, remember you are going to let me make love to you like a woman." I relaxed and let Sarah take the lead. She kissed me and caressed my very smooth and soft skin (at least for me). Every time I tried to move Sarah along, she told me to relax and let the sensations come to me. I was hard as a rock and reaching the point that I didn't care what Sarah did next, I just wanted to feel everything she could make me feel. Then she stopped. "Time to get dressed Jack." Sarah drew my attention to the bed and I saw what she was pointing to. On the bed was a pair of very shear stocking, a garter belt, pink silk panties and a matching pink silk camisole. I was hesitating and then Sarah simply said "Please, for Me." and I was putty in her hands. Sarah helped me this time with each article of clothes as she got me dressed just so. When she was done she showed me my reflection in the mirror. I almost exploded in my panties, but she pinched my nipples very hard through the camisole to bring me back to earth. "Get on your knees, on the bed and put your hands at the corners." Sarah put my hands in the cuffs again and started kissing me all over my face and neck. She slid up and down my body, got on the bed under me and was truly making every inch of my sensitive skin tingle. The feel of the silk sliding over my hairless body was a new and wonderful sensation. Sarah worked around behind me and started sliding my panties down in the back. The front couldn't clear my dick, so they would only come down enough for Sarah to reach my asshole but not my balls. She had hidden some lubricant and started working it into my hole. "I am going to treat you ass as if it was your cunt." "I will take my time opening you up like the virgin you are, so tell me if I am going faster than you like." "Why did you have to tie my hands for this?" "You get to control how fast and what limits you have, but I get to decide what happens!" "Don't you think that is fair?" I didn't, but at this point her finger was starting to feel quite good in my ass, I mean cunt. As Sarah worked my new cunt, she told me that many women can't orgasm with just stimulation of the vagina, and needed to have their clit stimulated also. She kept asking me if my clit needed stimulation to reach orgasm or could I experience a "vaginal" orgasm like her. I had no idea, but I was willing to keep going. Sarah pushed in some more lubricant and started working two fingers in and out of my "cunt". I was moaning now and knew that trusting Sarah was going to get me well satisfied. I was feeling a little fuller now as Sarah worked three fingers into my "cunt". I adjusted quickly now and started rocking back against her hand. Sarah had converted me, I knew that having my ass fucked, finger fucked, vibrator fucked was now well within my limits. I looked back over my shoulder as Sarah let out a little moan. She had the dildo/vibrator in her own pussy and was working it in and out slowly. "I am warming it up for you, I don't want you to lose your virginity to a cold phallus." How kind of Sarah, worrying about my "de-flowering" and wanting it to feel as good as possible, even if she had to get some pleasure in the process. Sarah worked some more lubricant into my "cunt" and put the tip of the dildo against my anus. With the stretching she had done, it went in right away. She started working the dildo in and out and each time the thrust went a little deeper. I was being fucked and liking it. As she worked the dildo I rocked my hips back to meet each thrust. Then Sarah stopped fucking me, turned on the vibrator and started kissing me on my ears and neck. "Don't stop!" "Beg me Jack!" "What!" "You heard me Jack, beg me." "Beg me to fuck you until you cum!" I begged, oh how I begged! "Please fuck me Sarah, please!" "I'm so horny and need you to keep fucking my ass!" "Make me cum with your fucking!" Sarah kept me begging for several minutes while she teased me and then she suddenly got off the bed. When she returned, she had put on a strap- on harness. I had forgotten we even had the darn thing. Someone had given it to Sarah as a gag at her bachelorette party and it had gotten tossed in the closet and forgotten. The dick was even bigger than the vibrator up my ass and looked very real. "That is bigger than I can take, don't, please don't!" "You get to control how fast we go Jack, not what we do, remember!" "If it starts hurting, I will wait until you are ready for more." Sarah got up on the bed behind me and started working the head of the dildo into my "cunt". As she pressed forward, I felt the head slide in. I let my breath out and Sarah waited for a minute. As I adjusted, she started working it in and out slowly. Very quickly it was going in halfway and I was moaning again in pleasure. As I started rocking to meet her thrusts, she pushed further in each time until I felt her pubic hairs against my ass. I was hooked. She was picking up the pace and I was rocking back in complete synchronization. She had taken me past a new limit and I didn't even care. With each thrust she reached the hilt and I let out a moan when she buried the dildo in me. The dildo harness setup had a clit stimulator built into it and Sarah was getting worked up herself. I don't know how long she kept rocking into my ass and running her hands over my silk covered body, it could have been all day as far as I was concerned. I was almost out of body with sensation and I was for certain out of my mind with lust. Sarah started to climax, her body shaking strongly as she reached orgasm again. I was still rocking, but she wanted to hold still for a moment. When she relaxed again, she reached up and unbuckled my hand. "You must need to have your clit stimulated to reach orgasm." My hand flew to my dick and I drug my pre-cum soaked panties over the head of my dick and started stroking. "Slow down, and set a rhythm on your clit to keep pace with my fucking of your cunt!" Sarah started rocking into me again and I matched her thrusts with my manicured hand on my own dick. "Just use the tips of the nails and get your dick ultra-sensitive." Sarah had me in a place I had never been and I liked it a lot. As she pumped my ass with that big dildo, I used my nails to rake up and down my own cock. I closed my eyes and imagined what Sarah must feel like to get fucked and it was wonderful. Faster and faster she worked the dildo in and out of my ass until she let out her breath and started to orgasm again. I went over the top, and started spewing all over my hand as she was slamming into my "cunt" and climaxing herself. I think I had the longest orgasm of my life as she reamed me good. "Time to clean up your mess Jack." I knew what she wanted and started licking my hand clean and Sarah kept reaming my ass as I licked up my own sperm. I felt total humiliation over being a cum- eater cross-dresser and total exhilaration with all my new sexual sensations. My hand would go down to my dick and grab all the sperm I could find and flash back to my mouth to be licked clean again. The sperm dripping off the long nails was so erotic and totally humiliating. Like the night before, I kept having small orgasms, one after the other for a good five minutes (as time goes during orgasm). Finally I just collapsed on the bed and Sarah fell forward driving her dick into my ass. She just lay on my back whispering into my ears about how good it was for her and how much I must have enjoyed my first fucking. I could not believe how many new sexual experiences we had enjoyed since last night and did not want it to end. After a little more rest, Sarah got up and pulled the dildo out of my ass and I hated the empty feeling. "I will never be the same after that." "I know just how you feel, loosing your virginity is almost always a life- changing event Jack." "You truly will never be the same." "This is the second time I lost my virginity and it is more memorable than the first!" "I didn't know what I was doing then and I was so excited that is was over almost before it started." "This was one of the best orgasms I have ever had and that isn't true about my first straight sex experience." Sarah undid the other cuff and we cuddled up and took a nap. Chapter 3, End of a Long Day I heard Sarah's voice calling me back to real time and slowly woke up. "Jack, wake up." "I am not going to let you win the bet by doing nothing this afternoon!" The sun was down a bit and we must have slept for 2 hours. Sarah was draining me with all this stimulation. It was exquisite to feel like this. I looked at my body as Sarah was rubbing my silk covered chest. "Where did you get this silk stuff Sarah?" "When I went out this morning, I ran over to Sally's Boutique and picked it up." "She always has some really nice items like this in the store." "This isn't your size, so who did she thing they were for?!" "Don't worry Jack, I told her that I had to rush to a bridal shower for a girl at work and hadn't been able to get off from work in time to shop." I was relieved and amazed at how fast Sarah had put all these sex scenes together in such a short time. "Sarah, if I didn't know better, I would say you had been planning this for weeks." "Jack, I was so excited last night I woke up after a couple hours of sleep and just had sex thoughts running through my mind." "I tried to masturbate myself back to sleep and planned this out as I fantasized about you." This was high stakes sex and Sarah just kept taking me a little further past my limits. Once I had a new barrier in my head, Sarah shattered it. "Time for nail inspection!" Checking my nails out, Sarah found one of them chipped badly. I must have done it when I pulled my panties down to get at my hardon. I had almost ripped the panties tugging on them and I hadn't even tried to avoid putting pressure on the nails. "That is two more points Jack, you are up to 8!" "Are you ready to give up?" "Not a chance Sarah, you have to earn the last 2 points before I will admit you win." "OK, have it your way." "Get up and let me fix you up again." Sarah took one look at my cum and lubricant stained panties, then chastised me on my poor hygiene and upkeep. She took the lead and pulled off the soiled panties and surprised me with a second pair of matching pink silk panties. "I girl has to plan for accidents Jack or maybe I should start calling you Jacquelyn." "You can put on your new panties after we clean you up!" "You will also have to hand wash these items to keep them nice." I shot her a dirty look as Sarah sat me back down in the armchair and repaired my nails again. "Jacquelyn, since you seem to be leaking so much, I think you need to put in your tampon!" "What are you talking about Sarah?" "Well Jack, you cunt is full of pussy juice after fucking and you don't want it to run out and ruin you new panties do you?" "Besides, this will be your next test." "One thing I never liked was putting in a tampon when I had long nails." "If you want to win the bet, prove you can do this task I have to do each month." My repaired nails were dry, so I followed Sarah back into our bathroom. She got out a couple of tampons and showed me how the applicator system worked with one and handed me the second. "Sit down on the toilet and put it in your "cunt" to absorb the discharge Jack, then wipe your bottom and you'll be all done" Listening to Sarah talk like that was spinning my head again. I think she has been thinking about this stuff a lot longer than last night while I slept. Putting the applicator against my "cunt", I pressed it in. The thing slipped right in with the lubrication and stretching I already had. Step 2 was to press the applicator and I was stuck. How do you hold the damn thing with the nails getting in the way and still make it work? The more I worked at it, the more the lubricant made it hard to hold. Sarah flashed a picture just as I got it to slide home and a smile broke out on my face. I had to laugh a little bit as Sarah was so excited to snap the picture at just the right time. When she showed me the picture, you could see me sitting on the toilet, dressed in silk and hose, playing with my own ass and smiling like an idiot. If anybody ever saw these pictures I was dead. "Now don't forget to wipe Jacquelyn" I did as told and got up, put on the new pair of panties and let Sarah lead me by my hand to our bed. "Jacquelyn, now it is your turn to fuck me like a lesbian!" "How am I going to do that Sarah, I have a real dick and not a dildo in a harness?" "Well, I have an idea or two." "Just start making love to me like we have been practicing and I will show what I have in mind." I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my naked wife, dressed in silk boudoir wear and had a tampon up my new "cunt". If all the kinky sex we had ever done was an 8 on a scale of 10, we were now over 20 on the 10-point scale. My horniness was no longer at a peak with all the sex we had since starting this bet, so it was pretty easy to keep myself from racing toward fucking. Kissing Sarah could be an event not just foreplay. We kissed each other a very long time and slowly my dick/clit began to stiffen. Sarah was gently stroking my face and letting me hold her as we frenched each other. A passion was building, but not with my usual urgency. Sarah moved my hands to her breasts and whispered in my ear that she was ready for me to use my nails on her. I thought that having long manicured nails scraped against your flesh was my fantasy, but Sarah was turned on by the sensations as much as me. My nail fetish was her nail fetish. As I traced my nails along her breast I was mesmerized by the look of the nails against her skin. Candy apple red and long, highlighted by the milky white flesh of her breasts. I was fully erect now. My second pair of silk panties was a "tap pants" style and had a lot more room for a hardon, so I was not terribly uncomfortable. Sarah would lightly brush my dick through the silk to add to my sensation. Sarah leaned back on the bed and pulled me down with her. Her breathing was getting deeper and her eyes had that lust in them again as we continued our kissing and breast play. "Use your nails on my pussy Jacquelyn!" I kind of had the idea now what I could do to play with Sarah's pussy using my nails. Lightly scraping her pussy lips as we kissed was getting her very excited. I took just one nail and ran the edge along her moistness and gently scraped her clit with it. Insert one or two fingers in her pussy, then keep working the sharp edge of my nails on her sensitive spots. My erection was stretching out my panties but Sarah had drained me so much that I couldn't see any pre-cum stains on the pink silk. We went on like this for a long time and Sarah had several small orgasms. Kissing stroking and pinching her nipples while using my nails on her pussy was a lot of stimulation, but not enough to take Sarah over the top and a major orgasm. "Time for my dildo fucking Jacquelyn!" "You want me to fuck you with the dildo now?" "Not exactly, we have done that lots of times, what I want is for you to simulate what I did to you with the big dildo and harness!" "Let me show you what I mean!" Sarah pushed me flat on the bed, pulled my silk panties down and took my dick in her mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down aggressively and this always takes me very close without letting me cum. When she had me as hard as she liked, she reached over to the nightstand and got a little bag of stuff. I watched as Sarah took out a roll of gauze. I was amazed as she started wrapping the gauze tightly around my dick. She started at the base and worked up to the tip. Back down again, around behind my balls in a tight band, a third smooth layer wrapped on my dick. Sarah repeated this process until the whole roll of gauze was wrapped tightly around my dick. The effect was amazing. The gauze was holding my erection like a cock-ring and would insure my erection was not going to go down anytime soon, while the layers of gauze made my dick much thicker. Next Sarah took out a condom and rolled it down my shaft. It was very tight, but she managed to get it on over the layers of gauze. "One size fits all you know!" With a smile and her sexiest look, Sarah started masturbating my dick. Nothing, I could not feel a thing, except the pulling and pushing of my dick as she went up and down. She had turned my own dick into a dildo. "Fuck me Jacquelyn, start from the rear" Sarah got up on the bed on her hands and knees and I stood in the floor behind her as I pushed my dildo/dick into her pussy. Her pussy was very wet and I had no trouble sliding in. "Ah, that feels so good Jacquelyn!" "It is so much thicker than my husband's dick, fuck me!" "I need a thick dick up my pussy to get this horny!" "You're fucking my brains out Jacquelyn, fuck me deeper!" I knew Sarah was saying these things to humiliate me and excite me, and I was responding. I was a little pissed off and was really trying to pound into Sarah's pussy. I was pounding away for all I was worth and all I could feel was a 2 direction tugging of my dick. I wondered if that was what Sarah felt when she fucked me in the ass today... I decided not, she at least had the clit stimulator on her dildo harness and I wasn't getting the tip of my dick rubbed by anything. She was the winner of this comparison as well. Sarah was climaxing again and again as I held her hips and pounded her pussy. After a while I was a little board with the lack of stimulation for my body and started watching the action in the mirror to get some visual stimulation. I was shocked my what I saw! If I ignored my face and lack of tits, my wife was getting the dildo reaming of her life on our bed by a "woman" in beautiful silk bedroom wear tightly gripping her hips with hands tipped in the longest nails I had ever seen. "Don't stop Jacquelyn, my husband never fucks me long enough!" "You make me cum again and again!" It was true, I never could last this long when we fucked. Sarah could orgasm for days if I could keep up with her. Even on my best days she always wanted more than I could give. She said no man could fuck her as long as she liked. I wondered if she had been dildo fucked by a woman before? Maybe when she did the enema play in highschool? Sarah had a big orgasm and clamped her cunt down on my dick. I could feel the vice like pressure and stopped fucking her as she collapsed on the bed. I kept my dick buried in her pussy, fell forward with her and gently stroked her neck and face as she came down. After she relaxed slightly, she asked me to lie down on the bed. I lay on my back and she straddled my dick. Sliding down she wiggled until I was completely buried in her pussy. Rocking back and forth, she started talking. "Jacquelyn, you are a fantastic lesbian lover!" "My husband is a wonderful lover, but he can't make me cum like this!" "As much as I like it when he cums in my pussy, it is never enough!" "He rushes as his climax approaches and I love it but it ends way to soon!" "He has a nice dick, but your dick is much thicker and it gets me so horny!" As she talked she started working her pussy up my pole and down to the hilt. I told her to open her eyes and look in the mirror. Sarah broke out in a great smile as she watched herself ridding up and down on my dick/dildo. "Put your hands on my tits and use your nails Jacquelyn!" I didn't like her calling me Jacquelyn, but this was her trip and I was not going to argue as she fucked herself to death on my dick/dildo. Up and down she went as I worked my hands along her breasts and pinched he nipples lightly with the tips of my nails. She was flowing so heavily, that it was dripping down my balls and soaking the sheets. When she finally climaxed this time, she fell forward against my chest and was kind of flopping like a fish as her whole body was racked with her climax. I held her tight so she would not rip my dick off my body with her convulsions. Sarah was sobbing lightly as I held her. She had never had a climax like that before and I was again jealous of her. "Why are you crying?" "I can't explain, it was just more than I could take." I held her for a good 15 minutes as she came back to normal. Slowly she got enough strength to pull herself off my dick/dildo. "Jacquelyn, that was unbelievable!" "I have always wanted to make love like this, but didn't know how to do it and not hurt Jack." "Now I know what it feels like to be fucked with a big fat cock and I was faithful to my husband at the same time!" We lay in each other's arms (me in the wet spot) for several minutes when Sarah sat up and looked at my dick. "Poor baby, we better get you some air!" Sarah pulled the rubber off and started unwinding my dick. As the gauze came off, I could see how purple my dick was. If she had left this on much longer, I sure it would not have been safe. As she pulled more and more gauze off, my dick spun around like a little crank and fresh blood came rushing in as she went. I groaned in mild pain coupled with the sexual stimulation. "Did it hurt?" I told Sarah that it did not until she pulled off the gauze, but now it was returning to normal. She held me for a few minutes more and then got up and pulled me up off the bed. She spun me around and checked to see if my tampon was still in place and after tugging on the string, she seemed satisfied. "Pull you panties up, go make us a little snack and I am going to put on some cloths" "That was amazing Sarah, I kind of wish you had some pictures of making love like this." "I am sure you would think that they were better than all the pictures you have taken so far!" Sarah just smiled and pointed to the closet. She had left the closet door open slightly and on the tripod was our video camera. "I got the whole thing on tape!" I couldn't even breathe when Sarah told me she had made the video! I pulled up my panties and headed for the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later Sarah joined me in the Kitchen. She was dressed in tight black jeans, simple white T-shirt and her black boots with heels that make her taller than me. She didn't have a bra on and her breasts were beautiful in the tight white shirt. We sat down to the little snack of soup and fruit, while sipping a glass of wine in blissful silence. "Time for nail inspection!" Sarah inspected my nails for a long time, but could find no new damage. "You are still at 8 points Jack, maybe you have got a chance after all." I was starting to get a cocky little smile on my face when she scared me to death! "One last test, time to go out of the house!" I was not going to agree to this, now way, no how! "Forget it Sarah, I am not going out of this house with these nails and that's final!" "Come on Jack, I think you have enjoyed this bet as much as I have and you know I won't do anything to hurt you or publicly embarrass you!" Her words were calming me down, but I still thought the risk was more than I wanted to take. "Sarah, I have not been sexually stimulated and satisfied like this since we were first in love or maybe ever, but I just don't think I can do this." "OK Jack, let me fix you up the way I want and you can look at yourself in the mirror and tell me if anybody will know you are wearing nails." "If you can tell, I won't make you do it." "If you can't tell in the mirror from any angle, then we go." I agreed, because there was no way Sarah was going to cover this up and take me out in public. She then went about collecting some items and before I knew it she was back with her treasures. I did not see anyway that the items she had with her would do the trick, so I told he as much. Sarah just laughed and said that time would tell. Last summer I had taken an old pair of jeans and made some cut-offs. Sarah had gotten the bottom of the legs from these old jeans out of the ragbag, one of my belts and some twine from the garage. She started poking a series of holes in the jeans legs, then Sarah slid each jeans leg up one of my legs. She then put the belt around my waist and threaded the twine through the holes she punched. By fiddling with the twine, Sarah could adjust the old pants legs so they reached the tops of my feet as well as a tailor. Sarah had me stand up and she checked that the jeans legs came to the tops of my feet. She spent a great deal of time checking her adjustments until completely satisfied. Next Sarah picked up a top outfit she got from her closet. It was one of those "layered" knit things with the different colors. The outer layer was a black sweater thing, and the inner layer was a white knit turtleneck. Sarah separated the two parts and she had a turtle knit thing that would come down to the tops of her breasts and had no sleeves. They used to sell something like this in men's stores and we called it a "dickey". She pulled the "dickey" over my head and adjusted it just the way she liked it. Next she had me put on my running shoes and stand back up. I took a look in the hall mirror and was not going anywhere like this. I saw the silk camisole with matching panties, stockings and garter, and these incomplete articles of clothing. It was worse than being naked. Now Sarah picked up my "London Fog" trench coat that I wore over my dress cloths and zipped out the liner. She helped me on with the coat, buttoned it up, tied the coat belt and told me to put my hands in the pockets. Sarah pushed me down the hall to get a good look in the mirror. "I think we are going out Jack!" I was shocked, there was not any way you could tell that I was in silk and wearing nails. Sarah had covered my so that anybody who saw me would think I was dressed for a cool fall evening, nothing more. I turned every way I could and there was nothing that gave away my humiliating state of dress. I would be in public and in mental bondage if we went out that door and no one would know but Sarah and me. "I don't know about this Sarah, I looks OK, but in the bright outdoors, who knows." "That works out fine Jack, I want to go to the movies and that is very dark!" "Remember that chick flick I wanted to see, well we are going to see it together." My head was spinning, I didn't have any reason not to do what Sarah wanted, except my fear. "Remember what we agreed, If you could not tell, we would go!" I was trapped and Sarah knew it. "Don't go away, I will be right back." Sarah was back in a flash. She had put on my old leather motorcycle style jacket and she looked great. It was a bit of a gender reversal, her in tight jeans, T-shirt, leather and a little taller than me, while I was in silk, hose, garter belt, and wearing my long manicured nails. Sarah put her arm in mine and led me to the garage. She opened the passenger door for me and got in to drive. My heart was pounding all the way to the theater. I might as well been handcuffed, the mental bondage kept my hands buried deep in my pockets. I was alternating from blushing to chills as we drove past our familiar landmarks. I was so relieved when we got to the theater without having a wreck, that I took my first deep breath since she started the car. Sarah put her arm in mine and we walked up to the ticket window. "Let me get it Jack, I have more cash than I like to carry on me." Sarah turned just a little, so I could see her T-shirt wrapped breasts jiggle in the open jacket as she wiggled her hands into the tight jeans and got her money. Paying for our tickets, we headed into the theater. The ticket taker was very disinterested and I could have been naked without him noticing a thing. Sarah grabbed my arm and drug me to the concession counter as she got a big drink and some popcorn. This was the early show and the movie had been out for a few weeks, so we had no trouble finding some secluded seats. "I told you no would know how you are dressed Jack." I didn't care, I was so nervous that I can't remember anything about the movie, except that it started and ended. Sarah kept me in a constant state of arousal throughout the show. She would slide her hand in my coat and rub my dick through my silk panties until I was about to cum and then take a sip of cola and eat some popcorn. She would stick the straw in my mouth and hold the coke in place until I took a drink. She stuck the straw in my mouth so much that I must have drank well over half of the coke. Finally, the credits started to roll. "Lets go home and fuck some more." I whispered in Sarah's ear. Sarah took my arm and we headed out the exit to our car. "Jack, my eyes are hurting and I need for you to drive home." Sarah was quick when she wanted to be and she just darted ahead and jumped in the passenger seat and locked the doors again. "Sarah, let me in the car!" "You know the code Jack, let yourself in!" We had a touch pad on the driver's door of the car and if you pushed in the right code, it unlocked the door. "I can't Sarah, people will see my nails!" "If you don't get in here, people will think you are trying to attack me in the parking lot and then you will really have a problem!" I don't think anybody was paying any attention, but Sarah had created the image in my head and I was convinced everyone was looking at me. "Sarah, open up now!" Sarah just smiled at me and shook her head. I was getting frantic, all the coke Sarah made me drink was making me have to pee! I was shuddering and holding back my flow for all I was worth and Sarah was getting the biggest kick out of my predicament. "Please Sarah, open the door!" "Not a chance Jack, if you want to go home, get in yourself." "If you don't get in soon, I am going to leave you here!" I was frantic, the cool air was blowing up my coat and my full bladder was protesting. I was not going to take these hands out of my pocket for any earthly reason. The longer I stood there the more desperate I got. Taking my hand out of my pocket, I started poking in the digital code that would give me safety. I was so nervous that I hit the wrong keys several times and still could not gain access. "Remember Jack, If you enter the code wrong 4 times, you have to wait 5 minutes before it will work again!" I was shaking so bad that I didn't think I could do it correctly. I had entered it wrong at least 3 times and if it didn't open this time I would have to wait the 5 minutes. With all my concentration, I entered the code and my whole world changed when the door lock popped up. "You are such a bitch at times Sarah!" Sarah just smiled as she handed me the keys. "I can't drive, I don't have my license and I can't let anybody see my nails!" "Well, I am not going to drive tonight and as far as I am concerned we can sit here all night." My bladder was about to bust, so I slowly reached for the keys and started the car. I drove with my hands at the bottom of the wheel and made sure that I obeyed all traffic rules as we headed for the house. Sarah had her hands back under my coat stroking my silk covered cock all the way. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding and my dick was throbbing. At last, the house was just ahead and I was beginning to feel safe, when Sarah reached over and honked the horn and waved at our neighbors Lori and Frank out taking a walk. My heart stopped for several beats as they stopped at our driveway for a friendly chat. Sarah jumped out of the car and headed down the drive. It took a few seconds longer for me to get out of the car with my hardon sticking out in front. The humiliation of the situation was helping my erection shrink, but I still needed time to compose myself. "Come on Jack, come say Hi!" I gave a big wave while I was still standing in the shadow of the garage, stuffed my hands back in my pockets and walked down the drive. I could feel my face blushing and my heart was pounding. "Jack, are you feeling OK?" Lori asked. "I think I may be coming down with something, I feel very flushed." "You better get to bed and try to get rested before Monday, or you could be sick for the big presentation!" Sarah and Lori talked a lot, and she knew our proposal was going forward Monday and I was expected to make the customer presentation. "I think your right Lori, I am going to take Jack straight to bed." We said our good-byes and headed into the house. "Sarah, you can be such a bitch when you want to be!" I grabbed Sarah, sat down in a chair and pulled her across my knee. I just started spanking her ass as hard as I could with my bare hand. It was hurting my hand after about 20 swats, so I stopped and got her pants pulled down to her knees. I really laid into her panty-covered ass now. I could see her skin turning red through her shear panties. Sarah was wiggling around, and I realized she was grinding her cunt against my leg. I didn't know Sarah liked getting spanked, but after all the other things we tried in the last 24 hours, I wasn't surprised. Her pussy juice was leaking through her panties onto my nylon-covered leg. The faster and harder I went, the more she would grind her cunt into my leg. I spanked each ass cheek over every inch of skin and when she spread her legs, I spanked her between her asshole and her pussy. I finally gave up, my arm was worn out and she wasn't phased in the least by my spanking. I pulled Sarah off my lap and stood up. No one said a word, but we both headed for the bedroom. As we went down the hall, Sarah was dragging my cloths off, getting the twine lose and pulling my 1/2 pants off. She seamed desperate to have me back down to just silk and hose. I got her naked just as fast as I could, pulling cloths off as we stumbled into the bedroom. I literally threw Sarah on the bed, pulled my panties down and drove my cock into her wet pussy. I have never been able to enter Sarah without foreplay, but the spanking had her nectar flowing freely. With both of us so sexually charged, we didn't last long. After only a few thrusts, Sarah started climaxing and her body was soon shaking. Then I exploded into her pussy, trying to punch through to the other side. Then I was spent and so much energy went out of me I think I blacked out for a moment. When I recovered, Sarah was lightly stroking my face and telling me how much she loved me. "I know Sarah, and I have never felt closer to you than right now!" "Jack, we have done so many things, acted out all these different fantasies, I was afraid it was more than our relationship could take!" "I can't believe the sex and passion we have shared." "Just rest Sarah, we can talk about it later." "Right now I just want to hold you and melt into the feelings." We lay together for several minutes until my bladder started protesting again. "Sarah, I have to get up and take a piss, be right back." When I went into the bathroom, I was reminded how I was dressed by the image in the mirror. I was a mess, but I still had on the silk camisole, hose and garter belt. I took a good look at myself as I emptied my bladder. It was weird, I had never thought about silk and hose for me, but I had so much fun in my outfit, I knew we would play this way again. I was done and flushed the toilet. "Jack, time for nail inspection!" I had forgotten about our bet. But Sarah was going to make sure we both knew who won and lost the bet. I was kind of afraid to look so I just went in to let Sarah do her inspection. Before she even looked at my nails, she inspected my pink camisole, adjusted the garter belt, looked for runs in the hose and finally checked to see if my tampon was in place. "Well Jack, you have not been very careful with your delicate silk items, but I think they will be OK after being hand washed." "Let me see your nails." I presented my hands, nails up for inspection. It didn't take long for Sarah to find 3 damaged nails. "I have good news and bad news Jack!" "The good news is we are going to have a lot more fun next weekend, the bad news is you have ruined 3 of your nails and you lose the bet with 14 points!" "I also don't know if I can get the super glued nails off without filing them off!" I looked at the nails for the first time in hours, and they were pretty beat up. I don't know if I did it trying to punch in the code on the car, when I was spanking Sarah or when I was pulling off her cloths. It didn't matter, I lost fair and square. "I don't care if I lost or won Sarah." "I lost the bet and will be you sex slave for 2 weekends, but I would volunteer right now to do it without a bet!" "I didn't think I could do half the things we did in the last 24 hours, but I have become addicted to this wild side sex!" We held each other and kissed warmly for several minutes while we chatted about some of our sexier moments. I had never been happier in our relationship and told Sarah so. "Do you mean that Jack?" "Yes, not a doubt in my mind!" "Jack, I have always wanted to do these things with someone, but I needed to trust them completely to have enough confidence to actually do them." "I am hooked Sarah, we can play anytime you want." She knew I meant it and she was grinning ear to ear. "Do you want to play now Jack?" Laying in bed with my beautiful naked wife, dressed in my pink silk camisole, wearing stockings held up by my garter belt and with a tampon up my ass/cunt, I could only give one answer as my dick started to harden......... Yes! "Then clean my pussy, after all you made the mess and I didn't say you could cum and from now on you are going to recycle all the sperm you shoot and I hear it makes you cum eating sissy men horny to eat your sperm and you are going to pay for spanking me, I liked it and you can spank me anytime you want, but you are still going to pay because I am going to use a switch on your ass tomorrow and you will not be able to sit down Monday at work and maybe I will have you wear your silk panties under your suit and when I have the girls over next month I may have you serve us in your pink apron and panty hose and that way they can see your nails and you need to beg me to let you suck your sperm out of my pussy, say 'Please let Sissy Jacquelyn lick her sperm from Sarah's sweet pussy, Sissy Jacquelyn has to eat sperm because it makes her horny.' and I don't want to ever see any body hair on you again and I think you will look good with lipstick that matches you nail polish and you need to learn how to cum when I fuck you in your ass/cunt because it may be the only way I will let you cum for a while and I think we will need a bigger dildo for fucking your ass/cunt and I want you to grow your hair longer so I can style it and Lori says she hates to give Frank head because he is so big and since you like sperm so much I may loan you to Lori when Frank wants a blowjob or Lori can come over after Frank fucks her and you can beg her to let Sissy Jacquelyn suck Frank's sperm from her pussy and if we get your nipples pierced, we can use weights on them to make them bigger and ........!" Chapter 4, Sunday Brunch I hate waking up to bright sunlight and the sudden glare in my face from opening drapes was agony. I tried to cover my face, but Sarah had bound me to the bed in my sleep. With my eyes tightly closed against the unwelcome light, I couldn't see Sarah running to jump on my stomach. If I was prepared, it would be no big deal, but I thought I was going to die from a burst bladder as she landed in my midsection. "Good morning Jacquelyn, are you ready to get up?" "Yes, and get off me! I am going to wet the bed if you keep bouncing up and down on my gut!" "Not so fast Jacquelyn, do you remember our discussion last night?" It all came back in a rush of excitement. How could I forget eating my sperm from Sarah's well-fucked pussy as she promised to make me into her cum eating sissy slave? I knew that eating Frank's sperm was not going to happen, but the rest of her plan was making my dick harder. "You said you want to play sissy Jacquelyn whenever I want and you lost the bet, so you are my slave for 2 weeks!" "Sarah, the bet payoff does not start until next weekend." "I know Jacquelyn, but you have a problem. You see you have on long nails they won't come off without some help from me! You are going to have to do everything I say, or I will not take them off for you!" I could see by the smile on Sarah's face that she was planning to drag out my situation as long as she could today. "If you don't want my help, you can drive yourself down to the hardware store and get some super glue remover and take the nails off yourself!" I was stuck; I needed these nails off before tomorrow, when my presentation was going to be given to the Client. If Sarah didn't take them off for me, I was going to have to go out in public and buy something in a store. There was no way I was going to do that and show my nails in public. "OK Sarah, I am your slave for the rest of the weekend, just take these nails off and let me up to take a piss!" Sarah had no plans to let me up just yet. She reached back and started stroking my cock. "I don't think a sissy like you should have such a big clit. It will get in the way of all the pretty silk clothes Sissy Jacquelyn will get to wear. You are going to have to learn to control this thing or I will have to control it for you" I didn't like the sound of that, but I needed to get to the bathroom. "If you quit playing with my dick Sarah and let me take a piss, it will not be so big." "Ok Jacquelyn, I will let you up if you promise to quit calling your clit a dick and do exactly what I say." I agreed immediately and Sarah then laid out my first activities of the day: 1) I was to go to the bathroom and relieve my self by sitting like a sissy girl on the toilet and removing my tampon from by bottom. 2) I was to shave my face twice to get off my entire beard. 3) I was required to cover my entire body below my neck with hair removal cream for 20 minutes and let it remove any trace of my body hair. 4) I would then take a scented bath to soften my skin and after soaking for 15 minutes I had to rub my whole body down with her scented lotion. 5) After all that, I was to get dressed in whatever she lay out on the bed and then fix brunch for Mistress Sarah. I quickly agreed and Sarah let up to get started. A little over an hour later, I returned to the bedroom and saw Sarah sitting naked on the bed stroking her pussy slowly. "Get dressed Jacquelyn." I was not sure I wanted to wear what Sarah had set out for me. There was a butt plug on the bed that I had never seen. It was way too big to go up my ass and it was going to hurt like hell to get it in. "Sarah I can't put that thing up my ass!" "Does Sissy Jacquelyn want me to help her prepare for her new friend?" "No, please don't make me take that thing up my ass!" "Well Jacquelyn, beg me to stretch you out so you can take you new friend in your sissy cunt. Besides, that plug is not as big as Frank's dick, so you better get used to it before Frank has his way with your sissy ass!" I was stuck; begging Sarah for anal stretching would cost me now but save me pain later. It would also move me further toward the humiliation of having Frank stick his dick into some part of my body if Sarah was serious. "Please Sarah, help Sissy Jacquelyn get her bottom stretched out for Frank's big dick." Sarah made me beg for several minutes before she finally agreed to "help" me. She had me get up on the side of the bed and reach back and grab my ankles. Sarah then put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles so she could hook them together. The next thing I felt was Sarah working her fingers into my ass and loading lubricant into my sissy cunt. I was grateful for the lube, but could not take my mind off the plug she was planning to plant in my ass. "Beg me to fuck your cunt Jacquelyn" I begged like there was no tomorrow. "Please fuck my cunt Sarah, Sissy Jacquelyn needs to have you stretch out her cunt for Frank's big dick" Sarah soon obliged me and put on the strap-on harness with the dildo and started working it in and out of my ass. Sarah was already horny from playing with herself and it didn't take her long to work up to fucking my ass long and hard. I could hear her breathing hard and nearing an orgasm as my ass/cunt began to loosen up. As she worked her pelvis back in forth, the backside of the dildo was putting pressure on her clit and my bottom was starting to like the feeling of fullness. Back and forth she went slamming into my ass. My dick was getting hard as a steel rod and Sarah would reach around and stroke it once in a while. "I want Sissy Jacquelyn to come for me when I fuck her bottom! If you don't come this way, I am not going to let you come at all!" Sarah's words were driving me crazy. I had come so many times the last 2 days, there was not much chance of my getting off this way, but the more she worked that dildo in and out of my ass, the more I began to think I could come from ass fucking. Then I herd Sarah's orgasm and she collapsed on me driving in the dildo in deeper than I thought it would ever go and driving my hard dick into the bed. After a Sarah recovered from her thrashing of my bottom, she pulled out of me. "Now Sissy Jacquelyn that is the biggest dildo we have now, so you are going to have to relax if I am going to get this plug into your cunt." I tried to prepare my self for the plug, but I began to complain as she started working it into my ass. "Now you better shut up Sissy Jacquelyn, or I am going to call Frank up right now and have him come over and open you up himself!" I bit my lip, and pushed my face into the bed as my ass was stretched beyond anything I thought possible and them suddenly the plug slipped in. "See, I knew that your sissy cunt would take the plug" The shot of pain had taken my erection away and my balls just shriveled up inside me! Then I felt something very cool as Sarah rubbed alcohol on my dick, balls and the rest of my crotch. "I told you I didn't want your clit sticking out so unladylike. You obviously can't control that thing, so I am going to help you learn control." Sarah took a 3 inch roll of flesh colored surgical tape and cut off a six inch piece. My dick and balls had shriveled up from the pain and cold and Sarah quite easily pulled everything back and up into me with one hand and pressed the tape in place with the other. After a few minutes of effort my dick and balls were pushed up in my belly, Sarah had the effect she wanted and released the cuffs. I looked down, and my sex was gone! Sarah had pressed the flesh colored tape in place so that my groin was smooth and flat. I didn't look like a man and I didn't look like a woman. I was more or less sexless! "I like the new look! You need to quit relating to your clit as your sexual identity and learn to think of your cunt as your sexual organ! Then and only then will you get any sexual relief" I didn't know what to say, but the only accessible area that could receive sexual stimulation was my asshole. "Now you need to finish getting dressed Sissy Jacquelyn" I looked at the rest of what Sarah had out for me to put on. It wasn't much, but it was all black, silky and sexy. I put on the hose quickly, pulled up the silk thong panties and added the garter belt. These were Sarah's best fancy hose with lace tops and seams up the back. I always got a hard-on watching Sarah put them on and the thought of Sarah's sexy legs in these very hose make my dick try and stiffen. There was no room for it to get hard and it just caused me pain. I took my mind off the silk and hose and my dick settled down a little. Next Sarah handed me a matching black silk camisole and held out her hand with a tube of lipstick. "Sissy Jacquelyn needs to learn to put on her lipstick now." Sarah informed me. I was starting to get into character by now and I just followed her over to the dressing table as she taught me how to put on the lipstick to make my lips look their sexiest. It took me about 10 tries to get it on to her satisfaction, but I finally got it. "Ok Sissy Jacquelyn, quit primping and get to the kitchen to make brunch. Oh, don't forget to put on your shoes to keep from ruining your hose." Sarah was holding a pair of black high-heeled bedroom slippers with a big poofy ball of lace on the arch strap. Sarah had picked them up at a garage sale a few weeks ago and I had told her at the time that they went out of style in the 50s and were not going to fit her feet. Now I remembered the smile on her face as she told me not to worry, that they would not got to waste. I took the two slippers from her like they were dog turds. "Hurry up Sissy Jacquelyn, I am very hungry and you need to get going on brunch." I put on the slippers and tried walking to the kitchen. It took me several minutes to get the feel of walking in the high-heeled slippers and by then my arches and calf muscles started hurting. It took me a good 40 minutes to get our brunch fixed with me walking around on the heels and with the intruder up my bottom. The whole time Sarah sat reading the paper and sipping the coffee with that impish grin on her face. I started to set the table when Sarah made her dining preference known. "Take it out to the sun porch Jacquelyn" I was horrified, the sun porch was floor to ceiling windows and any neighbor who tried very hard could look in on us on the sun porch and if they had binoculars they would get quite a show. "Please don't make me serve brunch on the sun porch!" "Now stop complaining Sissy Jacquelyn, nobody is going to pay any attention to you so just get going" Brunch was moved out to the sun porch and served. I was in a constant state of panic as we ate and only caught about half of Sarah's conversation. She was getting angry with this and told me to pay attention to her or I was going to regret it later. She took the longest time eating and chatting about all the sales in the Sunday paper. Every sale she brought up was for lingerie. An hour of talking about sexy silk clothes was more than I could take, but Sarah did not let me see the sports page and always changed the conversation back to lingerie. Finally we finished and she set me to cleaning up the food and dishes while she read the paper some more. I was told to report back to her when I was done in the kitchen. "I am done in the kitchen Mistress Sarah." I said when I reported back. "Good, now I want you to take down those two large hanging planters Jacquelyn." I didn't know what she had in mind, but I was guessing that she planned to hang something else from the planter hooks. When I had them down and set where she wanted them, she sent me back to the bedroom to get the padded cuffs. When I returned Sarah pulled my hands up high with the cuffs and then pulled my legs well apart by tying them to the two heavy planters. I was tied spread-eagle with very little slack. My legs and feet were already sore from making brunch in the heels and they started hurting a lot more as I could only shift my weight a little bit. "Sarah, please let me out of these heels!" "No Sissy Jacquelyn, you need to learn to spend the entire day in heels. Those heels are not that high and when women go to work, they have to stay in their heels all day. How are you going to learn to be a good sissy without practice?" I tried to quit complaining, but as I stood there watching her read the paper and sip her coffee, I started up again. "My legs are killing me, please Mistress Sarah can you take off my heels?" Sarah didn't say a word, just got up and left the sun porch. When she returned she had some things that were not going to make me any more comfortable. "Open wide Sissy Jacquelyn. You might as well practice sucking on a cock while you practice standing on your heels." When I hesitated, Sarah pinched my nose until I opened up to accept the dildo from her harness. It was bigger around than my cock and it made me open my mouth so far that it stretched my lips. Then Sarah took a long ribbon and wrapped it tightly around the base of the artificial cock several times, took the ends around my neck, crossed them behind me and then tied the ends off in front of my neck like a choker. I was now unable to complain about my position. Next Sarah took out her silk boudoir eye cover and tied it over my eyes to blind me. "Now Sissy Jacquelyn can concentrate on learning to be on her feet all day in heels and practice her cock sucking at the same time!" The next thing I felt was Sarah putting headphones on my head. She then started playing a tape recorded from a porno movie where a female voice begged to have her cunt filled with a big cock and then when I could hear the sounds of heavy fucking the woman started begging for a big cock for her mouth. After a while all I heard on the tape was the sounds of fucking, sucking and orgasm after orgasm. In this state of deprived sensory input, I lost track of time. The tape went on and on with begging for big cocks and the sounds of fucking leading to screaming orgasm after orgasm. Then it would start over again. Suddenly I was startled to feel someone touch my skin. I was so sensitive to touch with all my hair removed and having been deprived of sight, the touch made me shudder all over. It was almost like an orgasm, but no one could even touch my imprisoned cock. When I quite shaking, the hands started touching my body all over. Light touches and the feel of a ribbon being pulled around different parts of my body. It took a while for me to realize that the hands were taking my measurements. That was when someone started kissing my face and neck and rubbing my tits through the silk camisole. There were two sets of hands on my body and I tried to scream, but the cock in my mouth kept me quite. I only got out muffled sounds and then I could hear giggling in the distance over the fucking sounds in the earphones. The hands started rubbing me all over, stroking and rubbing. The measurements were all taken, but the hands kept me on edge while the tape played on. Then suddenly they left me and shut off the tape. I could hear their feet walking around me and to the front door. The door opened and shut and then footsteps back to the sun porch. Sarah removed the earphones and blindfold and after a few seconds I quite blinking, I could see Sarah's beautiful face in the bright light on the porch. "I let you figure out that someone else knows about Sissy Jacquelyn so later when I have you serve as my maid around visitors you will not resist. You have already been 'outed' and it is only a question of who I trust to share Sissy Jacquelyn with." I must have looked like I had been shot. "Do you understand Sissy Jacquelyn?" I nodded my head yes. "Now one more thing before I let you down and take off you nails. Last night when you spanked me, I had such a powerful climax that I want to return the favor to Sissy Jacquelyn. I am not as strong as you are, so I am going to use a switch on you instead of my hand. It is only fair that you receive the same level of spanking that I did." I looked with shock as Sarah took a long switch she had cut from our willow tree. It was about 4 feet long and was as big as my finger at the base, tapering to fine tip at the end. I tried to say something in protest, but with the cock in my mouth I only got out grunts. Sarah walked around my body flicking my legs, back and crotch with her switch. After about 3 trips around me she stopped and released my garters to pull down my panties. Then she refastened the garters. "The garters form a perfect frame for your spanking. The top of the picture frame is the garter belt, the bottom is the top of your hose and the pulled down panties and the garter straps make up the sides of the frame. I am going to color in the white space inside the frame like a coloring book! Won't that be fun and artistic at the same time?!" Sarah started on by hairless ass with the switch. I tried to scream out when the first blow landed, but the cock in my mouth kept me from making much of a noise. I think she gave that first swing her all. I could hear the switch whistling through the air as Sarah swung it against my bare ass. It was like an electric shock ran through my body. Then just about the time I could take a breath, the next blow came down. This time I think she backed off a little or else my skin was already in overload and the second blow did not have the same effect. Then the switch began to strike every inch of my bare ass. First Sarah went from side to side as each arm tired and laid parallel lines across my ass. After a while, she switched to a bit of an angle to cover in the little white spaces between the red marks. I had long forgot about the pain in my legs and feet from the heels. Now my whole world was focused on my flaming hot ass. "I do think your ass is a thing of beauty. I have colored in the whole area now and it is a wonderful shade of red. In fact, it is very close to the color of your lipstick! The only problem is the vertical white stripe in the middle." Sarah then took the switch and struck me between my ass cheeks over and over until she was satisfied with the color of the flesh in my crack. The cock in my mouth kept me from scaring the neighbors. I have never felt a hot pain like that. The flesh in my ass crack was very thin and her blows with the switch were unbearable. "Now your cunt lips are as red and pink as a real slut, don't you think Jacquelyn!" I had no idea what my ass looked like but I knew how it felt! It was on fire! My face was streaked with tears from my switching. Sarah came around in front and started kissing my tears away as she rubbed her body against mine. She let her silk robe fall open and pressed her breasts against my chest, kissing me and rubbing me seductively. As she kissed me all over she started rubbing my tits and pinching my nipples. The camisole had ties for shoulder straps and she untied them and let the silk slide down to my waste. Now she started sucking and lightly biting my nipples. I don't know how long she worked on my nipples, but they were getting quite sensitive to her touch. Then she stopped and went behind me again. I now realized that my dick was throbbing under the tape. It could not get hard and was the tape made it painful, but I hadn't notice before because my ass was hurt so bad. Sarah's hands reached around me and as she pushed her naked chest against my back, she pinched my right nipple to make it very hard. Then she placed a clothespin right on the tip of my nipple. The pain ran through me like a jolt and I started shaking again. My body was convulsing and twitching and I could feel my prostrate spasm. Then Sarah started pinching my left nipple and as she put a cloths pin on it she bit my neck and sucked hard to make a hickey. I had not had a hickey since I was a teenager, but I was getting the biggest hickey ever. Sarah was sucking on my neck like a vampire. Again my body was racked with spasms and my whole groin was twitching with sexual energy. My dick was trying to get hard, but the tape held tight and everything was kept pulled up into my abdomen. I was sexually charged and denied at the same time. Sarah moved around in front and started removing the ribbon from my neck. "I want to kiss you and feel your lipstick coated lips against mine!" Sarah removed the cock from my mouth and after a few seconds I could close my mouth again. "Pucker up Sissy Jacquelyn" I had no resistance left and put my lips together for her to apply a fresh coat of lipstick. When she was satisfied, she stepped back and plucked the cloths pins off my nipples. A pain shot through my chest as the blood and feeling returned and as I opened my mouth to groan Sarah slammed her mouth against mine. She kissed me as though she was raping my mouth. I lost track of time as she kissed me and rubbed her tits against mine. I closed my eyes and floated into a trance. "Owe!" I groaned into her mouth when she grabbed my red ass. As Sarah kissed me deeply, she began to rub her hands over my abused flesh. Over and over she stroked me until my hips started bucking and my body twitched all over. I nearly passed out from sensory overload and then Sarah stopped. "I think you are close to learning how to climax without anybody touching your clit!" Sarah was right, my dick was still trapped up inside of me and I had not even been able to get an erection. Yet, I had had several body convulsions that were stronger than the orgasms I enjoyed when Sarah and I fucked. I felt like my whole body was one sexual organ. "Beg me to fuck you ass Sissy Jacquelyn!" I was over the top and I started to beg to be fucked like the porno tape Sarah made me listen to. "Please fuck Sissy Jacquelyn with your big cock! I need to be fucked, fuck me like the sissy slut I am!" As I begged, Sarah moved around behind me and gave the butt plug a pull. The pain of removal was short and I was left with the feeling of an empty hole. "Please fill up my ass, I need your cock in me. Make me cum with your big dick. Sissy Jacquelyn needs to be fucked like the slut she is!" Sarah pushed the dildo in with one quick thrust. I was held tight by the ropes and when her loins pressed against my raw ass I thought I was going to die. Sarah had her way with me, as she was quite horny herself by now. She was rocking back and forth against a much-reduced resistance because of the stretching from the plug. "Keep begging for a fucking and moan like the sluts on the tape!" I began to beg again. "Please fuck me with your big dick, I need to be fucked! Slam that monster in me and make me scream" I was begging and moaning for all I was worth when I started shaking again. I don't know how loud I was, but I was begging and moaning for all I was worth. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck me with your big dick!" Then Sarah reached her orgasm and started shaking. She rammed her cock into me as hard as she could 3 times and then twisted her arms and legs around mine so both of us were supported on my abused legs. Sarah hung on my back with the dildo as deep as she can push it as her body continues to shudder and twitch. Every twitch makes the dildo twitch and it rubs me deep inside and I convulsed in my body. I think Sarah kept jamming her fake cock into my ass for at least 5 minutes as she kept both our bodies racking with sexual release. "That was a fantastic fuck you slut Jacquelyn! I don't think I have ever had a better piece of ass in all my life!" I didn't know how many times Sarah had put on a dildo harness and ridden someone to satisfaction, but I knew I had never been fucked like that! "I think you deserve a reward for being such a good fuck Jacquelyn. I am going to release your clit and give you one more fucking before I stop and take off your nails! Won't that be fun?" "Please fuck me again with your big dick Mistress Sarah!" Sarah released my hands and I all most fell over, but she steadied me before I fell. Next she moved my hands behind my back and hooked the cuff together. She removed the cuffs from my legs and pulled my panties all the way off and hooked the garters back. Sarah had me spread my legs and she gave the tape a hard tug to free my trapped dick and balls. My abused dick quickly gained an erection. "Sissy Jacquelyn has leaked pussy juice, what a slut to leak pussy juice all over your clit!" Sarah rubbed the pre-cum off my dick and had me suck her fingers clean. "You are going to look so pretty with those red lips wrapped around a real cock. I wish Frank was here right now, but I guess we will have to improvise." Sarah led me over to the ottoman and had me lay on my stomach with my head down by the floor. She put a pillow on the floor and had me slide forward a little more. I have always been flexible, but I was surprised how much I was able to keep curling up as Sarah pushed my head and shoulders toward my ass and kept pulling my ass to my head. Then Sarah got behind me and pushed my legs as far apart as she could. When Sarah pulled the ottoman out, I was suspended by my feet spread very wide and by my neck and shoulders on the pillow. The most amazing thing was that I was looking right at my hard dick just inches from my face. "I am going to fuck your cunt until you cum Sissy Jacquelyn! You can just come from the fucking or you can help yourself along by using your mouth! Which ever way you cum, I am not going to stop before you cum and you will lick up every drop!" Sarah started working her cock in to my ass again. This time, her pushing on my ass caused me to curl a little more and then my dick was bouncing against my nose and lips. I could not help myself and when my body curled a little more, I opened my mouth and sucked the head of my dick in. "You look perfect with your red lips wrapped around a real cock Jacquelyn!" I bet you can't wait for Frank to let you taste his big dick!" I could wait forever to suck a dick; I was not a cocksucker I thought as my own dick was in my mouth. As Sarah worked her dick into my ass, my dick would push in a little further and when she pulled back, I could keep it in my mouth by sucking hard. We built a steady rhythm and pretty soon I was building to my orgasm. Faster and harder Sarah thrust her dick into my ass and the harder and longer I sucked on my own dick. I shuddered to my biggest orgasm of the day from the double sensation of my ass fucking and the self provided blowjob. My cock started spurting and my ass was having spasms every time my dick spurt into my mouth. Sarah felt the spasm and started pushing her dick in sync with my spurts. I think Sarah was able to pump at least a dozen or spurts out of my dick directly into my mouth. I sucked each spurt down and swallowed every drop. Sarah pulled out and helped me onto my side to take the pressure off my neck and shoulders. "You looked fantastic with your lips wrapped around a dick! Beg me to get you a real dick to suck, so you can give a real blowjob to a big dick, not your own little dick!" I knew my dick was not little, but to have Sarah taunt me like that was humiliating and exciting at the same time. "Please bring Sissy Jacquelyn a real dick to suck on! I need to suck on a real cock, not some overgrown sissy clit like mine!" I was over the edge again and I was slipping further into the mental state of a sissy slut! I could not believe how far I had come in just 2 1/2 days. Here I was begging Sarah to bring me a real cock to suck and I had never had any interest in sex with a man! "Soon enough I will let you suck a real cock, don't worry your little head! I know you will like sucking Frank's cock and it will help Lori out since she can't take the big thing in her mouth!" After I rested a few minutes, Sarah helped me up and helped me back to the bedroom. She sat me down at her dressing table and I jumped back up! "Owe, my ass is way to sore to sit on it!" "Ok, Sissy Jacquelyn, you can kneel down and let me work on taking your nails off." It took Sarah over an hour to get the nails off. First she removed all the polish and them she started working super glue remover under the edges of the fake nails. After she was done, she used a polishing compound on a battery powered little tool and buffed up the nail surface to finish the cleanup. "The natural shine will last a few days and people will almost think you have clear nail polish on!" I didn't care, I was just glad to have my normal looking hands back even if nothing else was normal anymore. "We can't play anymore today, tomorrow is a big day and you need to relax and get ready for your presentation to the Client." I agreed and I started to get out of the silk things. As we put out toys away and washed up the lingerie, Sarah and I both grinned as we handled each item. It had been an amazing weekend with the best sex we had ever had. I looked at my ass in the mirror and it was going to be sore for several days. Sarah had done a number on it with the switch and it was red as the lipstick Sarah had used on my lips! We had a light dinner and went to bed early (I slept on my stomach). I could hardly wait for next weekend to get here and as I drifted off to sleep, I kept seeing the image of a big dick between my lips! Chapter 5, First Week of Service Monday morning came too soon. I was excited about the big Client presentation and could not sleep the night before. It didn't help that every time I started to drift off to sleep, the kinky sex weekend started playing like a movie in my head and I would panic when I got to the point that someone out there knew about Sissy Jacquelyn. I was happy to hear the Monday morning alarm and I could get started on what would be the biggest event ever for our project team at work. I was humming to myself in the shower when I turned and the hot water hit my raw ass. I made so much noise that Sarah thought I had fallen and broken my neck! "Are you alright Jack?" "Yes, but you did a real number on my ass yesterday, the hot water made me think my ass was on fire!" I could not believe that Sarah thought it was funny. I finished my shower and took a good look at my ass in the mirror. It was still quite red and had deep red streaks where each blow of the switch had landed. I was going to have a terrible time sitting today. When I finished shaving and came out to get dressed, Sarah was waiting to give me her helpful hints. "Jack, by the looks of your ass, you are not going to be able to wear your regular underwear. I think you are going to have to wear the lightest and softest underwear possible or your not going to get through your presentation!" Sarah was holding up the pink silk tap panties that we had carefully hand washed yesterday. It didn't take me long to realize that the silk was going to be a lot more comfortable than my regular "guy" briefs. Sarah knelt down and sucked my dick in her mouth as she had me lift each leg and step into the silk panties. As my dick stiffened, she let it slide out of her mouth and she slid the panties up my hairless legs. By the time she had them pulled up to my waist, my dick was fully erect and she kept rubbing it through the silk panties. "Jack, you are not going to be able to finish getting dressed if your clit keeps sticking out so lewdly! Do I have to get out my tape and make you flat again?" "Sarah, quite playing with my dick and let me get dressed! You're going to make me late!" Sarah released ma and I put on my undershirt and dress shirt while I let my dick go down. By the time I had on my socks, shirt and tie on, I was down to normal and could put on my pants. I headed to the kitchen for breakfast while Sarah finished getting dressed. We headed in to the office, but I had to have Sarah drive so I could sit on my hip instead of on my butt cheeks. The Client presentation went very well, and I just stood up to address the Client team as we went through our materials. They were impressed with the work our team produced and we won the project. The senior managers planned to take the team out for a quick celebration after work, so I could not cut out early. All day I could not sit still because my ass was so raw. When people asked me why I was stirring around like a cat on a hot tin roof, I just said that I was excited by the big win on our Client proposal. When we got to the bar for post work celebration, I just kept on my feet and made my rounds to all the team members, congratulating each one. As the project team started home, I looked around for Sarah, but she was no where to be found. "Oh Jack, Sarah went ahead. Her friend Lori came and picked her up 30 minutes ago and she asked me to tell you to just come home when thing wound down here." our friend Pat told me. A few minutes later I was on the road home and it was the most uncomfortable drive of my life. If a cop had seen me twitching around in the car seat I am sure I would have been stopped. Luckily I made it home without incidence. "Sarah I'm home, where are you?" "I'm back in the bedroom Jack, come on back I have a surprise for you." I went back to the bedroom and on the bed was over a dozen silk panties and just as many silk tank tops. "I got rid of all your ugly old rough underwear and got you new things! Aren't your excited!" I was excited all right, but I was also terrified at the same time. "I can't go around in that stuff all the time Sarah! It is OK when we are home, but I can't change in a locker room or go to the doctor in that stuff!" "Not to worry Jack, I got you a few pair of men's silk boxers and you can wear them when you have to do some manly ting!" Sarah had covered all the bases in her mind. I was not sure whether I was more excited or scared by the new cloths. "Come on Jack, get out of your suit and into your robe so we can eat dinner and relax." I got out of my suit but left the panties on. When I went for my terry robe it was gone and a new silk robe was in its place. "Sarah, where is my robe?" "I got you a new one Jack, besides the old one was worn out." I slipped on the robe and went out to eat. Sarah had candles light and a nice light dinner all set on the table. As she handed me a glass of wine she made a toast. "Welcome to the world, Sissy Jacquelyn!" We toasted and sat down to eat. Or at least Sarah sat, I kept shifting around to try and find a spot that didn't hurt on my bottom. After we finished eating and cleaning up, we went back to the bedroom to relax and watch a little TV and share the rest of the wine. We enjoyed an old movie together and when it was over it was time for sleep. "Jack, I want you to save all your sperm for this weekend, so I need to keep you from playing with yourself before Friday. I am going to put you in the cuffs each night this week to make sure that by the weekend you have a full load for me and I purchased a new chastity trainer for you." Sarah had me stand and she took out a strange looking leather belt. She had me take off my panties and step through the leg straps. As she pulled it up I could see how it worked. It was like a jock strap, that had a flat leather front with a hole and a steel ring where my dick was located. She pulled it up and pulled my flaccid dick and balls through the ring, and then she pulled the center strap back between my legs. After buckling the wide belt tightly around my waist, she was ready to hook the divider strap in the back. "I almost forgot the best part Jack, bend over and grab your ankles!" Sarah worked some lube into my ass and started pushing a plug in. It slipped in much easier after the workout yesterday and she pulled the divider strap tight to hold it in place. When I stood again, Sarah hooked each wrist cuff to a D ring on the side of the belt. "Now you can't play with yourself, and I can stretch your cunt all night! I have a whole set of plugs to work you up to Frank's dick size. Very soon, you will be able to take a good ass fucking like a true sissy slut!" Sarah had me lie down with her and she kissed me, played with my nipples and rubbed my cock until it was hard. The steel ring was sized so that my dick could harden, but the blood was now partly trapped in my erection by the steel ring. I was at Sarah's mercy. Plug up my bottom, dick trapped in a steel cock ring and Sarah making me horny. "You are so hot Jacquelyn, I have to fuck you!" Sarah put me on my back and sat on my face. I was desperate for relief, and I ate her cunt like a madman. Sarah rode my face to 3 orgasms and then collapsed on my chest. After she got her breath back, she got out 3 condoms and rolled them on my hard dick. She had picked the size of the steel ring perfectly. It helped trap blood in my dick to keep my erection very full, but it was not so small that my dick was turning purple. I could wear the belt for hours without damage to my cock! "I need to get my cunt filled up Sissy Jacquelyn, but your don't have a real cock to do the job, so I am going to have to use your fake cock for my pleasure! I don't like the feel of plastic or latex in my cunt as much as real cock flesh, but this is the best we can do for now!" Sarah slid her wet cunt on my pole, but with all the condoms on I could not get enough stimulation for any pleasure of my own. Sarah rode me till she had a huge explosion after many small orgasms. As she fucked herself crazy on my "numb" cock, she was forcing my raw ass down on the bed and each time she pushed it down, I tried to push my ass off the bed just as hard, the result was the hardest fucking Sarah had ever received. I had no idea how many times she climaxed, but I could feel her cunt juice running out of her and all over by legs. I sure hoped the leather chastity trainer was of very good quality if it was going to handle all this wetness. When Sarah was done, she took off the condoms and inspected them for cum. "Good, you did not lose a load! You are going to be good and horny by the weekend!" As Sarah curled up and lay her head on my shoulder, I drifted off to sleep with no hope of getting at my dick to masturbate. The rest of the week went much the same, I dressed in my new silk things each day and slept in my chastity trainer at night. Sarah had me eat her cunt to several orgasms each night and if her cunt was not sore, rode my latex covered dick to her biggest orgasms. She was completely satisfied each night and I was hopelessly horny! Each night she put in a bigger plug in my new cunt and said I was getting close to being a real fuck slut. It no longer pained me to receive the plug and it even felt strange to not be filled up during the day at work. Thursday night Sarah had me do the hair removal cream again so I would be very smooth for the weekend. Friday morning I was getting dressed when Sarah held up a pair of fine silk hose. "You need to start wearing hose under you slacks for work Jacquelyn." Sarah informed me. "How am I going to hold them up all day Sarah?" It didn't even occur to me that I should refuse, I was molding more each day into Sarah's sex slave and it was only a question of how to comply, not if I would comply! "Well Jacquelyn, I thought about having you wear a garter belt under you suit, but the straps might show. I don't thing you are ready for that much exposure in real life, so I came up with plan B. I have some special double sided adhesive tape that we are going to stick on your thighs at just the write height and when you pull up your stockings, they will hold tight." With Sarah's help, we found the right location for the tape and put 4 2 in. by 3-in. pieces of the double sided tape on each leg. The stocking tops were rolled over the tape and pressed firmly in place. I was holding very tight and was still going to be invisible under my suit. "If you get cold feet and try to take off the hose Jacquelyn, the tape will not re-stick and I will know! You better come home with the hose stuck tight tonight!" Off to work we went on Friday with me in silk and hose under my suit. All day when I moved, I thought about sex and wanted to masturbate. There was no escaping from my chastity at work and I was getting desperate for release! At least my ass was no longer sore and I could sit comfortably during the day. Friday night Sarah put me in the chastity trainer again and used the largest plug to fill up my cunt for the night. "Well Sissy Jacquelyn that is my biggest training plug. The wide part is supposed to be as wide as Frank's dick, but the training width is a little less once it slides in all the way." The widest part had been hard to slide in, but it didn't make me feel like the thing was going to rip me apart. If Frank's dick was that big, I think I could make it through the ass fucking. What was I thinking, I was not a "queer" and yet I was resolved to taking Frank's dick up my ass when Sarah wanted to make it happen. Sarah had me eat her to orgasm several times, but she didn't ride my latex covered dick so she would not get sore before the weekend. I woke up Saturday morning more horny I have ever been before. Sarah had used me and teased me unmercifully all week and given me no release. "Well Sissy Jacquelyn, now you are mine for the next two days to do what I will. You are to do everything I ask per the terms of our bet or you will get switched again. You will get switched as many times as necessary to keep you in line and following instructions without question! Is that perfectly clear Jacquelyn?" "Yes Mistress Sarah, Sissy Jacquelyn understands." "We are going to have a series of events today and tomorrow that will test your limits Jacquelyn, but you will not be hurt physically or professionally. Just follow instructions and all will be fine." I trusted Sarah completely and started following her directions. First I got my shower with Sarah watching to make sure I didn't masturbate and then I shaved twice. Sarah cleaned my cock and balls with the cold alcohol and using the surgical tape, she flattened my sex into the body recess again. I was now a sexless being with only my mouth and ass/cunt for sexual pleasure. It hurt a bit getting my balls shoved up into my abdomen, since Sarah had been giving be the blue balls chastity treatment all week, but she was satisfied with the flat look when she finished. Next she had me put on the pink silk panties and matching camisole, garter belt and hose and when that was all finished, she had me sit at the dressing table and put on bright red lipstick to her satisfaction. Sarah put mouse in my hair, which was getting a bit long for work since I had not been able to get it cut with my busy schedule, then she combed it and blow- dried it into a sweeping feminine style. I looked into the mirror and wondered how much sexier Sarah could make a man look!? Sarah helped me into the bedroom slippers and had me put on my silk robe. "We are going over to Frank and Lori's house to get something very special Lori made for you". "I can't let them see me like this, please don't humiliate me like this!" "You do not have any choice and Lori is very excited to meet Sissy Jacquelyn and if you don't get moving, I am going to get my switch". The switch was not even a possible choice for me so I got up and followed Sarah out our back door. Our back lots were connected and we had put a gate in the fence so we could go back and forth without walking around the block. The patio door was open and we let ourselves in. "Lori, where are you?" "I am in the bedroom Sarah, bring Sissy Jacquelyn back to meet me!" Sarah took my hand and pulled me to Frank and Lori's bedroom. I knew Frank was not home, because I had cancelled out of our golf round and he had teased me all week about being "pussy whipped" for staying home with Sarah. Frank and Lori both had a very tough childhood. Lori was born is South Korea to a poor young Korean woman and an American GI. When she was about 8, Lori and her mom moved to the states with the help of an uncle. By the time she was 10 her mom had died in a car wreck. Her aunt and uncle raised her after that. As we got to know Lori (she goes by Lori because it sounds a lot like her Korean name) she told how her uncle has sexually abused her and threatened her with being sent back to Korea as an orphan if she complained. She had to work in his clothing sweat shop everyday sewing and he kept her around till late when he could use her for his sexual needs. As soon as she graduated from High School she took off and went to college with scholarships and work- study. She has never gone back to her uncle's house again and talks with her aunt rarely. Frank was born to a Mexican girl and a Black kid who took off and never saw his son. Frank got beat up constantly growing up and his mothers family called him a "half-breed" until he got so tough that nobody wanted to tangle with him. By the time he was 16, he was sent to the juvenile home for boys who had run out of options. He never told me what he did to get sent there, but he said he was a real bad ass for a 16-year-old. When he was in juvenile lockup, he connected with a teacher who convinced him that he could turn his life around if he wanted to. With the teacher's help, Frank got his HS diploma and was admitted to college by the time he turned 18 and left juvenile. The teacher kept in touch with him and encouraged him to stay away from his old life and stay clean. Frank never looked back and cut off all contact to his alcoholic mother and the rest of his family. He said he never missed them and could not think of a reason to see them. Frank and Lori met in college and because of their backgrounds, felt like soul mates from the start. They fell in love and got married their senior year. Now we were there only "Family" and Lori and Sarah were like sisters. Frank was very macho at times and he didn't let himself get very close to anybody besides Lori, but I was as close to Frank as anyone could be. Lori tells Sarah everything and she told Sarah that her uncle made her give him blowjobs at the factory. She learned to hate it and even though she loved Frank in made her sick to go down on Frank's big dick. I had seen his cock in the locker room and it was bigger flaccid than my dick was hard. I had no idea how big, but Lori had described it to Sarah as a real monster. "Come closer Sissy Jacquelyn and let me see you." Lori looked beautiful with her face framed by her long dark hair on the satin pillowcase. Frank and Lori were both gorgeous. They had that mixed race exotic look and I swear they had the best features of all the mixed race genes in their background. When they were in college, them both did some modeling to earn money. "Don't be shy Sissy Jacquelyn, Lori has already seen you." Now I knew who owned the other hands. "I have a present for Sissy Jacquelyn." Lori told me. "Thank you I muttered" Lori handled me a wrapped package that was too nice to open. I just stood there in shame and humiliation till Sarah spoke and told me to open it. I worked the wrapping off carefully and when I got past all the layers of tissue I found a very fancy corset. It was made of silk, had heavy boning and had been hand made. The corset had half cups for tits and ended with garters to hold up a pair of hose. "You better thank Lori for such a fine handmade gift." I made my best effort to thank Lori for the corset, but when I finished Sarah said that it was not good enough and that words alone could not show my appreciation. "Why don't you offer Lori something special in return for such a fine gift?" Sara prodded me. I had nothing to give Lori and I did not know what she could possibly want in return. "Lori, thank you very much for such a sweet gift and if there is something I can do in return I would be more than happy to try giving you something as wonderful." "Well Sissy Jacquelyn there is something you can give me that would be just as nice a gift. You see Frank does not like to go down on me and lick my clit because in the world he grew up in that was just the nastiest thing. We are quite a pair, I can't stand to give Frank head and he can't stand eating pussy. Sarah says you are an expert at cunt licking and she has promised that I can borrow Sissy Jacquelyn for cunt eating when she knows about it. So, would you give me my first real cunt licking Jacquelyn?" I looked at Sarah and she nodded her approval and left the room. I was standing there holding a corset and being asked to eat the pussy of one of the most beautiful women I know. "Yes Lori, I would be happy to eat you pussy. I don't think it is as nice a gift as your gift, but if that is what you want from me I will be happy to give it to you." Lori pulled the sheets back and I saw her naked form under an expensive silk and lace bedroom gown. She slowly pulled up the gown until I could see her pubic hair peaking out. I could not take my eyes off her pussy as she slid her hips to the edge of the bed. "Kneel down and make me happy with your mouth, but just your mouth. You can not touch me with any other part of your body." Lori told me. I was on my knees in a flash and as I leaned forward I saw her cunt up close. It was strange looking and seemed to have an unusual odor. I started kissing her feet and legs on my way to her pussy and as I got closer I was looking right into her cunt. Then it hit me, Frank had just fucked her before we came over and she had been laying in bed with his sperm in her pussy just for my humiliation. I looked up and Lori just smiled. "Sarah says that Sissy Jacquelyn loves to eat sperm so I saved you some. I told Frank all week that my stomach was upset and that I didn't feel well enough for sex. It was a hard week for Frank because I never made him go without for more than 2 days before. I have 5 days of sperm in me and Frank came twice before he quite. Now beg me like Sarah says you do!" I started begging for Lori to let me suck Frank's cum from her pussy. "Please Mistress Lori, let me lick your sweat pussy and clean Frank's sperm from your cunt." I must have learned to beg well, because Lori grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to her cunt. It was a mess. Frank's big dick had left her hole wide open and it was full of his sperm. The more I licked it up, the more excited Lori got and the more her cunt flowed with her pussy juice. As she responded to my tongue, her clit was swelling with excitement. Her clit is the biggest I have ever seen. It poked out from her pussy lips like a miniature cock. The end of her clit was like the tip of my little finger. Sarah's clit is only a small little nub, but this clit was big enough to suck into my mouth like a tiny cock. I sucked her clit between my lips and ran my tongue over the tip until her body went rigid with orgasm. I went back to licking her pussy lips but I could not clean her up fast enough and the combined love juices were running out of her cunt and down her ass. "Lay on your back on the floor!" Lori told me. Lori got up and sat her gaping hole right down on my mouth. I just had to swallow as Frank's sperm and Lori's pussy juice fell out and into my mouth. A big glob of Frank's cum slid down my throat and made me gag. I managed to keep from throwing up and Lori was starting to rock her pussy back and forth on my face. Her wide-open cunt was smearing slime from the tip of my chin to the tip of my nose. I could only make brief contact with her clit as it slid up my face and again when it came back down to my chin. She kept up her pelvis motions for several minutes while she built for a grand orgasm. When she came, I thought she was going to break my jaw and nose. As she came down I gently licked her pussy lips and avoided her very sensitive clit. She slowly relaxed her leg muscles and pulled herself off my face and crawled back into bed. I couldn't quit thinking about the girl's clits, very different in size but both are very sensitive. "How did you like Sissy Jacquelyn's tongue Lori?" I looked at Sarah to see that she had been recording a video of the whole thing. "It was fantastic, Frank will never eat me out. All he will do is kiss me lightly on my pussy mound and no more! I know you told me how good Jacquelyn can eat pussy, but that was fantastic, almost as good as fucking Frank's big dick." "Thank Lori for letting you eat Frank's sperm from her pussy Sissy Jacquelyn!" "Thank you for feeding Frank's sperm to me, eating sperm makes a sissy slut like me horny! Thank you for letting me taste you pretty pussy Mistress Lori it was very sweet!" It was true, eating a strange pussy and being made to eat another man's sperm was making my dick hurt in its surgical tape prison. There was no room for me to get an erection, but my dick was trying as hard as it could. My crotch was throbbing and twitching and it had no stimulation at all. "Time to try on your new corset Jacquelyn!" Sarah informed us. Sarah and Lori led the way to the family room with the beams and vaulted ceiling. Sarah quickly put the cuffs on me and hoisted my up tight using one of the beams in the middle of the room. I was still in the high heel slippers and knew I was going to get uncomfortable quickly. Next, them put the cuffs on my ankles and pulled my legs out a bit and tied me to the furniture. I was again stretched tight and could only shift slightly. "You are going to love having this corset on when you see how nice it makes you look Jacquelyn!" Them started by unhooking the front of the corset. It took them several minutes because there were so many hooks. "Lori wanted your corset to lay very flat, so she sewed in all the front hooks with no gaps. Isn't she a special friend to make your corset so well Sissy Jacquelyn?" "Thank you Mistress Lori for making such a special corset for Sissy Jacquelyn!" It too several more minutes to hook the front closed again. This thing fit me like a second skin. Lori could sew anything after working in the factory and she had taken my measurements for an exact fit. "Now we can lace it up for you Sissy Jacquelyn! You may beg us to lace you into your silk and lace corset." "Please Mistress Sarah and Mistress Lori, lace me into my corset and make me look like a real sissy slut!" They started working the laces. It took 30 minutes to get me down in the waist like Sarah wanted. It hurt like hell as them pulled the laces tighter each time I let out my breath. By the time they were done, I must have lost 2 or 3 inches off my waist and it made my hips look bigger. "It looks good, but it is missing something Sarah." Lori proclaimed. "Not to worry, I have just the perfect items to complete the look." Sarah went to her bag and brought out 2 breast forms that looked like perfect breasts. "I got you a C cup Sissy Jacquelyn, I know a slut like you wants breasts as big as a cow, but Lori and I don't want to get jealous of your new tits!" Lori placed each one in the empty cups, checked the fit and them took them back out. "It is a perfect fit, but I want you to experience the feel of breasts attached to your chest, so I am going to attach them to you with a special liquid adhesive. It is made so women with mastectomies can go swimming without the breast form slipping out of the suit. It holds strong and is water proof!" Sarah coated the back of each breast form with the glue and placed it back in the half cups of my corset. She positioned the artificial breasts carefully and made sure they were in balance. The glue felt cold, but quickly dried and set. "These are the very best breast forms I could buy and they will jiggle and bounce just like real ones. The nipple is molded in the breast form and I selected your new tits with the largest erect nipple available. Mistress Lori made the cups on your corset to support your new tits but leave your nipples exposed. I want you to look hot and slutty all the time and these are perfect tits for Sissy Jacquelyn. When they were convinced that the glue was completely dry, they released me from my suspension. It hurt like hell to lower my arms and put more pressure on my stomach. I walked around a few steps to get the kinks out of my legs and suddenly I saw myself in the mirror. I was shocked with the image with naturally jiggling breasts. I really had a woman's shape with the breasts and tightly laced waist. The heels made my legs look great and my hair was shaped quite nicely. My face was a mess. Lori has smeared her and Frank's cum all over my face and my lipstick was smeared just as much. It made me look like a big whore who had fucked the whole navy. I was appalled with my face. "Please can Sissy Jacquelyn clean her face so she doesn't look like such a whore?" I begged. "Why yes Jacquelyn, I am glad to see you taking more of an interest in your appearance." When I came back to the family room, they both looked like the cat that ate the canary. "We have to go now Sissy Jacquelyn, so tell Lori ta-ta for now." "Goodbye Mistress Lori and thank you for my pretty corset and for letting me eat Frank's sperm from you pussy. It made me very horny." Sarah took me home and I almost fell over trying to keep up. When we got home, Sarah took me back to the bedroom and told me to finish dressing. She had out a simple nylon-jogging suit for me and after I got it on, you had to do a double take to tell if I was a man or woman. "Don't worry, after we get you in makeup you will have no problem passing as a girl!" I didn't want to pass as a girl, it was a lot of fun playing sex games with Sarah and Lori, but I did not want to go anywhere that required me to pass as a girl. "Time to go, you don't want to miss your appointment do you Sissy Jacquelyn?" "What appointment, I don't have any plans to go anywhere!" "I got you a beauty appointment and lets go before you are late!" I started to argue, but remembered the switch. Lori grabbed her purse and went to the garage with me close behind. Fifteen minutes later, we were in a beauty shop. It was still early and no other clients were there. "To make you more comfortable in your first trip, I got Pauline to open early." I took my first look at Pauline and after a few seconds I realized that Pauline was a very female looking guy. "Yes darling, I am a sissy just like you and your lovely lady asked me to help you look your best for tonight." Pauline said in a rich low voice that gave just a hint of her gender. I could think of nothing as Sarah and Pauline guided me into the chair. The two of them talked and discussed options, made their decisions and got started. My ears were pierced, my eyebrows were thinned a bit, and my hair was clipped and styled perfectly and then the nail girl came in and started working on my nails. She had her instructions and she got started putting on her longest nails with bright red polish. I thought Sarah did my nails great last week but this was even better. I was just amazed by the look she achieved, longer redder, brighter and perfectly shaped. I think there were 5 layers of polish and 3 layers of a shiny topcoat. I am sure any movement of my fingers would catch the eye of someone a mile away. This was exciting and humiliating at the same time. My heart was pounding and my poor abused waist was restricting my breathing. Pauline came back to do my makeup and just finished as other customers started to come in. I didn't talk to anyone, but I could tell from the looks that they were impressed and not sure if I was a tall woman or one of Pauline's transgender friends. I looked at myself in the mirror and knew that if I didn't talk, nobody could tell for sure. Sarah was grinning ear to ear as we drove away. "I knew Pauline would be perfect for you Sissy Jacquelyn! What do you have to say for yourself?" "Thank you mistress Sarah, you have made me look very pretty and I am so horny being made to be your sissy slut!" It was true, my whole body was charged with an energy like never before. I was driving around town looking like a good-looking woman out with her good-looking friend. We turned quite a few heads as we drove home. When we got home, Sarah fixed us a bite of lunch took off my tape so I could pee and told me that we were going to relax the rest of the afternoon and keep my pretty new look for tonight. When I asked why, she said that it was a surprise and I just had to wait. Now that my dick was free again, I was able to get an erection again and my tits and look kept me hard and aroused in my panties all afternoon. Sarah got out a romance movie and gave me some lingerie catalogs to look at as she relaxed and I stayed charged with sexual tension. It was early evening when Sarah said we needed to eat a bite of soup to keep our stomachs from growling, but not spoil my appetite for later. I didn't know what she was saying but went along as requested. We had a little chicken soup and cleaned up the kitchen. "Jacquelyn, I am going to ask your permission to do something later tonight and I want you to say yes, but if you don't want me to do this thing I am not going to. It will disappoint me greatly not to get to have this experience, but I will understand if you say no. One other thing you should keep in mind before you answer, I do not think we well play Sissy Jacquelyn again if you refuse me my pleasure." "Ask me anything Mistress Sarah, I can deny you no pleasure after all the pleasure you have given me when we play Sissy Jacquelyn sex games!" I knew I meant what I said, but in the back of my mind I still wondered what she could want that I might refuse her. Sarah asked me to come back to the bedroom while she got dressed. She told me that my dick was free and she didn't trust me to keep from masturbating as soon as she left. Sarah had me strip down to silk and hose then draw her a bath. She had me hand her items as she shaved her legs, trimmed her pubic hair and got dressed into silk and hose just like mine. I didn't know she had purchased matching sets for us. Next she changed my earrings to large gold hoops and put the small training studs away. Then she did her nails to match mine, but at her natural length. She styled her hair as much as she could like mine and put on the same shade of lipstick. I could see that she was making us up to be "twins" if that was possible. We had on identical items including matching lipstick, perfume and jewelry. Sarah went to the closet and got out two shoeboxes. In each one were matching black heels with sexy ankle straps. She helped me on with mine, because with these nails, I could never close the little buckles. She had me walk around the bedroom to practice on my new heels as she finished up her own preparation. When Sarah was finished she looked great. I wanted to grab her and fuck her, but I knew not to push my ideas while I was serving as her sissy slave. She went to the closet and got out two dresses. They were long silk dresses with high necks and tight skirts with leg slits that you see geisha girls wearing in the movies. Sarah slid mine on for me and zipped me in tightly. I could hardly move as she had me walk around the room again while she put on her own dress. I tried to ask questions, but Sarah cut me off each time I asked. I was about to burst when the doorbell rang. Chapter 6, First Week of Service "Please Sarah, don't make me answer the door in my dress!" "I told you Sissy Jacquelyn, you are to do as you are commanded or I will find my switch!" I did as I was told and tried not to worry about it because I thought I might pass as long as I didn't speak. When I opened the door, I was shocked to see a shorter version of me looking me back in the face. Lori was standing there in the same silk dress and Frank was right behind her. "Don't just stand blocking the door Sarah, let us in. This fall air is getting cold and we don't have coats on". Frank didn't realize that I was not Sarah as I let them in the house. Frank was having a running conversation with no one in particular when Sarah walked into the room. Frank stopped in mid-sentence. "Well if you are Sarah, who in the hell is that standing with Lori?" "It is our new friend Jacquelyn. Frank, this is Jacquelyn and Jacquelyn this is Frank. You will have to excuse Jacquelyn; she was at a football game last night and lost her voice shouting. How do you like our silk dresses that Lori made? We are thinking about dressing up for Halloween as Geisha girls." Frank stuck out his hand and I gave my hand as lady like as I could. My long nails were all he could see as he shook my hand and he did not take a good look at my face. "I don't know when I have been with three such sexy women. You would be the hit of any Halloween party in those sexy dresses. I am getting horny just standing here in the middle of you all!" "Well, that is the idea Frank to drive all you macho men crazy with lust so we can wrap you around our little fingers and have our way with you!" "Where is Jack, isn't he ready yet. He better get out here before I claim all you ladies for myself!" Frank was a very good-looking man and he had developed quite a reputation with the ladies before he settled down with Lori. He could still flirt with the best of the woman chasers and he liked to play at flirting when he could get away with it. "Jack got called for special duty tonight with his top Client and he may not show at all. You are just going to have to let all of us Geisha girls take care of you and only you." Sarah had me sit as she and Lori served sake and prepared sushi. Frank kept staring at my tits in the tight silk dress and my long nails as I laid my hands in my lap to make sure he didn't see a bulge. The erect nipples of my breast forms were sticking straight out and Frank didn't know that they were always hard. The girls flirted back at Frank and almost all the conversation had a sexual connotation. Every one was starting to get a little tipsy from all the sake and Frank was getting very horny with all the sexy attention Sarah and Lori were showing him. The tight skirts kept their steps short and they had to bend at the knees and almost sit down to serve Frank his drinks. It was a very sexy having the two of them act like Geisha girls and they lost no opportunity to seductively touch Frank. "If Jack does not get back soon, I am just going to have to take care of all three of you by myself!" Frank bragged. "Jack does not exist tonight as far as I am concerned. He can't bother to make an appearance when we need a real man around, so forget him." I knew Sarah was baiting me to speak up and let Frank know who I was, but I could not make myself. "Frank, I have told Sarah and Jacquelyn that they could see your dick sometime because I am tired of them saying that I am lying about how big it is." Lori blurted out. "What! You are kidding aren't you Lori?" "No Frank, and I have had enough of this sake tonight to have you show them." "Well good for them, but what is in it for me, I am not some freak show! It is my dick and I don't go around giving free looks just to satisfy someone's curiosity!" "I think you have a point Frank. I tell you what, I will let one of the girls give you a hand job and one of the girls can take you back to the bedroom for a private inspection of your dick if you let them see it hard. What do you say Honey?" "You must be drunk, because you have never let me act like this in our entire marriage." "I am tired of being accused of lying and my pussy is very sore from fucking this morning and you are still very horny after not having sex all week and you were a good sport about it all week and you deserve a reward of some kind. This is your chance tonight, take it or leave it, I may never again be drunk enough to let them see your cock." "Ok, I will show them, but I get to pick who does what! I want a hand job from Jacquelyn with those long nails and I always had a fantasy about getting into Sarah's pants so those are my conditions!" Frank fell right in line with Sarah's plan. She obviously had worked the situation around to have Frank pick perfectly! "I want to see that dick myself, but I don't know if Jack would ever forgive me if I let you take me to bed! Sarah stated. Looking right at me, "Jacquelyn, I must be drunk, but do you think Jack would forgive me for what I am thinking about doing?" I hesitated for several seconds, turned several shades of red and then just nodded my head yes. This was what Sarah had meant when she said I would have to give my approval for her pleasure. Sarah wanted to cuckold me with Frank! "Then it is settled. Jacquelyn come over here and get my dick hard with those fantastic nails of yours and make me hard so you girls can see a real man sized cock!" I know I blushed as Frank grinned at me lewdly. I got up nervously and walked over to Frank. I could hardly move in the tight skirt and my emotions were running wild with the fear of discovery, humiliation and lust as I knelt between Frank's legs. After several tries I was able to get his belt off and his fly open. He lifted his hips off the couch as I slid his pants down and took off his shoes and socks (It was a good thing that he had slip-on shoes). I came back up and slid my hands into the waist of his boxer shorts. As I pulled them down they got stuck on his dick and balls, but after a tug or two the base of his cock came into view. As I got his boxers all the way off, Lori spoke up. "I told you he was bigger soft than most man are hard. He is a lot bigger than my uncle and cousins who I saw growing up and he is bigger than a lot of the men in porno movies!" I had to agree, I was impressed and I had not even touched it yet. I reached out and touched it lightly with my hands and jerked back as soon as I touched it. I was doing something a "queer" would do and I was not a queer! "It won't hurt you girl, run those nails around the head of my cock and you will make it nice and hard!' I did as suggested I lifted his big shaft in one hand and started running the edge of my nails around the head of Frank's dick. The monster started to harden in my hands and I almost snapped out of my Sissy Jacquelyn role and ran. "Go for it Jacquelyn, don't be nervous. I want to see you handle that monster cock!" Sarah told me when she sensed my fear. Frank's balls were at least twice as big as my balls are. If my balls were the size of walnuts, then his were the size of key limes. I started concentrating on my stroking and as I slid one hand up and down the shaft, I traced the edge of Frank's cock head with the other. It was getting full and hard when I took the five nails on one hand and started lightly scraping just the head of his cock like I was trying to pick up an ice cube. As I was doing that, I started running my other hand back and forth on his shaft, twisting my hand as I stroked and letting my nails drag a little as I went. Every few strokes, I used my nails to scrape Frank's ball sack. Starting under his balls and in front of his asshole, I would lightly scratch with 4 nails to the bottom of his sack. Then it was back to stroking his shaft with one hand as I worked on the head with the other. I could see the look on Frank's face and I knew I was driving him crazy. I knew just what to do because I had handled my own dick and masturbated a thousand times before. I began to smile as I controlled my pressure and tempo to bring him to maximum arousal without letting him cum! I was learning to be a cock tease and I kept Frank on the edge of climax for several minutes! "Let's take a measurement girls!" Sarah held out a dress makers cloth measuring tape. I took the tape and measured Frank's length along the top of his shaft and with amazement told the girls that he was 10.5 inches long, base to tip. His dick was almost twice as long as my dick is when it is hard. Next I slid the tape around his dick near the base and took a measurement of his thickness. His dick was 6.5 inches around at the base, that was almost 2 inches more than my dick and he was as big around as I was long. I measured around his cock right behind the head and it was 6 inches at that point. I know that my dick hard is about average, 6.5 inches and 4.75 inches around, but I never felt like less of a man. I was kneeling in front of a magnificent cock and balls in real life and this was no porno movie. In a porno movie, you can discount the big cocks because it is a "movie" and they use all those special effects to make movies. But this was real and I had been the one to make it hard with my own hands. I was repulsed, humiliated and sexually charged. "I told you he was that big, now you know I was telling the truth!" Lori bragged. "It is a good thing Jack isn't here, he would feel so inadequate in the presence of a real cock like Frank's! Make that big dick dance Jacquelyn!" Sarah said for my humiliation. "Come on Jacquelyn, don't leave me hanging. Make my dick happy!" Frank whined. I went back to work on Frank's dick and I was getting turned on to the experience of handling a dick dressed as a sissy slut, my head was spinning and my dick ached with lust. I kept pumping his shaft with one hand while flicking the head of his monster with the nails of my other hand. I could feel Frank's dick start to twitch as I picked up the pace and I knew he was going to shoot his load very soon. Frank was moaning and he was rocking his hips against my hands. "Don't let him cum on your dress Jacquelyn, it will ruin the silk!" I looked up at Sarah and saw her grinning about my dilemma. Frank was going to cum in a fraction of a second and there was no way to avoid a mess. I could not move quickly enough in this dress to avoid his sperm flying around. "Quick Jacquelyn, catch it in your mouth!" Without thinking, I leaned forward just in time and opened my lips. Frank pushed my head down hard with his hands, but my jaw wasn't prepared for that monster. I could only get the head of it in when Frank started bucking his hips and as his dick spasms in my hands. I had no choice but to swallow his load directly from his dick. I was eating another man's sperm directly from the source. I had a cock in my mouth just like a queer cocksucker, a cock, and a huge cock at that. My lips were stretched tight and his hands held me on his cock as he pumped his load down my throat, not a drop could escape my tightly sealed lips as he moaned loudly. I kept both hands on his cock, trying to stop him from forcing more of his cock in my mouth. I don't know how long he pumped his load in my mouth, but this was the third time today he climaxed and he was still producing a lot of sperm. Finally Frank relaxed and fell back into the cushions of the chair. I carefully pulled my head off his dick when he relaxed his grip on my head and made sure I didn't dribble on my dress as I sat back on my heels. "That was fantastic Jacquelyn, Lori does not like to put my dick in her mouth because it is so big and she doesn't ever let me cum in her mouth! You are fantastic with those red nails and red lips! I have never had such a good hand job; it was like you knew exactly where to touch my dick! You slurped down my cum like an old pro, you must be a good cocksucker!" I did know where to touch his dick, because I had practiced on my own many times. I carefully got up and moved to a chair well away from him so that Frank would not see the bulge in the front of my dress. "Jacquelyn, I bet that load of cream will help your voice recover!" Frank bragged. Sarah and Lori served some more sake and sushi as Frank recovered. They kept talking with amazement about how good a job I did making Frank cum and how big his cock was. I was full of conflicting emotions. I had been having lots of sex all week and yet to have a climax of my own. I had just acted like a queer and given a man a hand job. I had slurped down a man's sperm directly from his dick. What was I becoming, a queer, bisexual or was I a sissy slut like Sarah said. I was so confused and horny! Frank recovered and said it was getting late and if he and Sarah were really going get it on, they better get started before Jack showed up. Sarah looked at Lori and me and asked if we were sure she could do this and not ruin her friendship with Lori and her marriage to Jack. Lori told her to go for it, she was sore from this morning and she wanted to share Frank's cock with Sarah so she could see for herself what it was like to be fucked with a real cock. It was agreed then that Sarah and Frank would go to our bedroom and cuckold Jack in his own bed. As Frank and Sarah got up to leave, Sarah had one more suggestion. "Lori, since Frank is getting a little strange pussy tonight, maybe you should take Jacquelyn to the guest room and let her make love to you!" Frank had a shocked look on his face. "Frank, can't you tell Jacquelyn is bisexual, she swings both ways. Didn't you notice how she kept checking Lori and me out as we served food and drinks? Why she is as turned on by our sexy dresses as you are!" "Now that you point it out, it is obvious. She is so turned on that her nipples have been hard all night and she hasn't been staring at me!" I guess Sarah was right, I was swinging both ways these days, but not the way Frank was suggesting. "Go for it Lori, you said your pussy was sore and couldn't take anymore fucking tonight! I would like to watch, but I am going to be busy with Sarah." Off we went to the bedrooms. Frank to my bed to fuck Sarah with his big cock and me to the guestroom to lick Lori's pussy. When we got to the bedroom Lori told me to undress her and make love to her with my mouth and hands. "Sarah told me how much fun it will be to get teased and stroked by your long nails, to have you make lesbian love to me and to keep Sissy Jacquelyn frustrated all night!" "What about me, I need to cum so bad?" I begged. "Sarah told me to tell you that you could have a climax if you could manage without my help. That means I can not touch your little dick and I am not to help you out of your dress. If you can climax while eating my pussy, then go for it. Otherwise, you are going to stay horny." It had taken me several minutes to get Lori's dress unhooked at the collar and to slide the long zipper down the back of her skin tight dress and over her butt with these dam long nails on my hands! There was no way I could unzip my own dress. The bottom of my dress was very tight above the knees and I could not pull up the dress more than a few inches. I was in a silk cocoon and I would stay in it until Sarah wanted to let me out! Lori just held still and had me kiss each inch of her body as I remove her silk lingerie. I explored each new section of flesh with my lips as I exposed it and lightly drug my nails across the flesh to make it more sensitive. It must have taken me 15 or 20 minutes to get her down to her silk panties. Lori sat on the edge of the bed and told me to make love to her breasts with my nails and lips. Her breasts were unbelievable. Her breasts are large for an Asian woman and very high and tight. Lori could make a dead man horny with her exotic looks and beautiful body. I did as she asked and as Sarah had taught me, making lesbian love to Lori's breasts. Lori was starting to moan softly and she pushed down on me. As I kept kissing her breasts, I slid her panties off her legs. I traced my nails along the front of her legs and worked slowly back to her pussy. Lori parted her legs and I started stroking her pussy lips with my Nails. Lori pushed me away and kneeled on the bed with her butt pointing toward me. As she slid her legs wide apart and pressed her body low on the bed, her ass cheeks spread wide. "Make love to my ass Jacquelyn, lick my asshole and make me cum!" As I knelt before her ass, I leaned forward and kissed her rosebud. I felt so flushed that I was sure that I was going to pass out. I started licking her asshole and stroking her ass cheeks with my long nails. She was moaning softly and as her hole relaxed I started pushing my tongue in as far as I could. I was tongue fucking her rosebud and making her groan. I reached under her and started stroking her pussy lips again with my nails. I could feel her asshole spasm as she had several small orgasms. Lori was so turned on that she had her hands twisted into the sheets and was close to coming hard when I heard a low moan. It was Sarah moaning in my bed. I could hear her moaning loudly as Frank fucked her. My dick was twitching in my silk panties from all the sexual images running through my head. My wife getting the fucking of her life and making me a cuckold at the same time. Serving as Lori's lesbian sex slave and eating her asshole like my tongue was my dick. Dressed head to toe in fine silk and looking like a woman. I really thought I was about to come when Lori let out a long moan and fell forward on the bed. "That was fantastic Sissy Jacquelyn! I am afraid to let Frank play with my asshole because he will want to fuck it. There is no way he will get that big dick of his up my ass!" I could hear Sarah in my bed making so much noise that I feared the neighbors would hear her and call the cops! She had been moaning and begging Frank to fuck her harder for several minutes now and I could not imagine that he could fuck for so long. I know he had just cum in my mouth, but I never lasted so long when I was in Sarah's sweet pussy. Sarah always wanted me to go much longer than I could last and she was often frustrated when I came quickly. I felt completely humiliated by Frank, his dick and the pleasure he was giving my wife. It was something I could never achieve. I would never have a big dick like Frank and I never lasted long once I got my little dick in Sarah's sweet pussy. "Back to work Sissy Jacquelyn!" Lori said to bring me back from my image of Frank's dick ruining Sarah's pussy for my small dick. Lori was sitting on the edge of the bed and she spread her legs and pointed to her pussy. I leaned forward and placed my lips on her pussy. As I licked I was trying to determine if her pussy had recovered from fucking Frank this morning. I was scared that her pussy was always stretched out and that now Sarah would not even be able to feel my dick when I fucked her. I was sure that Frank had made Sarah his slut by ruining her pussy for my little dick. "Listen to Sarah beg for Frank's dick Sissy Jacquelyn. You should feel lucky that Mistress Sarah can receive such pleasure from a real dick! She will never be completely satisfied with a small dick like yours now! Sarah never was able to get completely satisfied with your dick and now she will see for herself what a real cock feels like!" I was completely humiliated my Sarah's obvious pleasure and by Lori's words. Lori had a tight hold of my hair and was rocking her cunt against my face as I licked her sweet pussy for all I was worth. It tasted much better without Frank's sperm leaking out of it. Her clit was pushing out hard as I licked her pussy. It occurred to me that Lori was rocking in rhythm to Frank and Sarah's fucking. We all had a sex beat going and Frank, Sarah and Lori were all rushing to orgasm together. I was just the cuckold sissy husband. The image of Sarah fucking Frank's big cock in my bed was the worst humiliation of my life. I could not even satisfy my own wife and she had to get a real dick in her pussy for this kind of pleasure. Frank let out a loud moan and Sarah had one last scream and then Lori started shaking all over and pulled my face into her cunt as hard as she could. It was all over in a few seconds, but I kept gently licking Lori's pussy after she fell back on the bed after her orgasm. They had all climaxed at the same time, in 2 different rooms. Lori had me stop licking her pussy after she rested a few minutes and I helped her get dressed again. She told me that Frank never did anything like this to her, because Frank thought that real men didn't lick pussy. That is why she and Sarah wanted this swap of husbands to happen, my tongue for Frank's dick. "It was very nice Jack, but I will never get enough of Frank's dick. I would have the perfect lover if I could have your tongue and Frank's dick!" By the time Lori and I got to the living room, Frank was waiting without Sarah. "Sarah said she is to sore to move and that Lori and I should go on home and that Jacquelyn would help her get cleaned up." As they left and said goodnight, I wondered what I would find in my bed. I took a deep breath and went back. In the light from the candles Sarah had lit, I could see Sarah's sex splayed wide open and there were globs of Frank's sperm visible across the room. "Time for cleanup Sissy Jacquelyn. As you lick my pussy clean and I tell you about Frank fucking me, think about which way you like to eat Frank's sperm. Is it best from Lori's pussy, my pussy or direct from the tap?" I knelt down and started licking her cum covered pussy. Sarah's pussy was wide open and raw looking. I could taste Frank's sperm and Sarah's pussy juice and as I thought about it, I began to recognize the difference in taste from Lori's pussy and from the direct source. It was like Sarah was teaching me to taste sperm like a wine taster! "Lay on your back on the bed Sissy Jacquelyn so you can get the rest of Frank's cum out of my pussy!" I lay down as instructed and Sarah laid her robe across my chest to protect my silk dress from the flow of sperm and pussy juice and sat on my mouth. Frank's sperm and Sarah's juice ran down hill into my waiting mouth and I swallowed every drop. I gently liked Sarah to two more orgasms as she told me how Frank's big dick made her feel and how she didn't think that fucking my little dick could ever satisfy her like that. Just like Lori, she said that if she could have Frank's dick and my tongue she would have the perfect lover. When she had enough, she helped my up and out of my dress. As she undressed me, she said how lovely I looked and that she was going to leave on my corset the rest of the weekend except when I was in the shower. After she had me stripped of everything but my new corset, she got out the chastity Trainer. "What about me Sarah, I am so horny I could die! Please Mistress Sarah can I please have an orgasm, please I am desperate!" "Not tonight Jacquelyn, I am tired and besides your goal is to give me pleasure. If you get any pleasure this weekend it should be from serving me, not having your own dick pleasured." She got me back into the belt and when she cuffed my hands she got out the biggest plug and told me she had been wrong, this was still not big enough to break me in for Frank's big cock. Sarah told me not to worry, that she loved me only, but that I could never fuck her as good as Frank and that I never fucked long enough to really get her off. I just came faster than she liked and my dick had always felt small to her. Now that she had been fucked with a real cock, she was not going to be satisfied with letting me fuck her with my little cock. She said that since I was a sissy slut, I must want to be fucked by Frank just like her. If I was real good to her and Lori she might let me fuck Frank someday, so I should not be jealous of her. I could not sleep. I had to lay on my back with the fake tits on my chest and my horny body kept me on edge. Every time I started to drift off, I would wake with a start as the image of Frank's dick in Sarah's pussy came into my mind. The next morning I woke up with a start as Sarah was measuring my dick with a morning erection. "Your dick is only half of Frank's, you can't ever give me a fucking like that, can you Sissy Jacquelyn? Did you get a good look at his Balls? They were huge; can you imagine how much sex juice a set of balls like that produce? No wonder Frank can fuck so many times and still spew sperm like a horse!" I admitted that my dick was not as good as Frank's and that I am happy she had the experience of a real dick like Frank's in her pussy. Sarah got horny talking about it and sat on my face for a "wake-up-orgasm". As I licked I noticed that her cunt lips were still swollen and that she was still opened up from Frank's fucking! I couldn't help but think that Frank had stretched her out and ruined her pussy for my dick. She had made me a cuckold in my own bed and had even had my blessing to do it. My cock was throbbing and I was so horny that I would have fucked anything to get off. When Sarah was satisfied, she took me out of the corset and trainer for my shower. She got in the shower with me and she played with my glued on tits and soaped my cock until I thought I would cum, but Sarah knew when to stop. My new tits were so realistic that Sarah claimed she could not tell them from her real ones if she kept her eyes closed. The glue she used was made for swimming and exercise, so they didn't come loose in the shower. After we dried up, she put me back into the corset and re- tightened the laces. I was starting to get used to the feeling. Sarah used ice on my groin to shrink my dick and balls and then pushed my dick and balls up into my abdomen so she could tape it flat again. Then she had me put on silk panties, hose and the high-heel slippers. Sarah told me she was sore from her Frank fucking last night and that she was going to rest all day. I was to put on my lipstick, fix her breakfast in bed and after cleaning up, I was to do all the weekend household choirs and wait on her. I went about doing my chore list with dedication and hope that if I did very well, Sarah would fuck me tonight. All day long, Sarah would call me back to her bed and tell me that she had gotten horny thinking about fucking Frank and she needed me to take care of her "itch". I would lick her cunt till she was satisfied and then she would dismiss me to touch up my lipstick and do more of my choirs. By the end of the day, Sarah had made me lick her to orgasm at least 10 times. Her cunt was very sensitive and it remained swollen all day. It may have been imagination, but I was sure her cunt was still open from Frank's dick. I made a candle light dinner and served Sarah in my frilly apron. After dinner Sarah watched a movie and had me lick her pussy the whole time. I don't think she could possibly pay that much attention to a movie with my head between her legs, but by the time the movie was over my jaw was numb and my tongue was sore. I did not know your tongue could get sore, but mine was. It was time for bed and I still had not had an orgasm. Sarah was driving me crazy with lust. "Sissy Jacquelyn, you have tried very hard to please me this weekend. You even gave your blessing to my fucking Frank. You have pleased me more than I expected." I was blushing with pride as Sarah talked about my performance. "I had planned to let you fuck me tonight, but my pussy is still sore from Frank's dick. Even if I let you fuck me, I don't think I could feel it after his big dick stretched me so much. I know his dick is not as big as a baby, but a woman can't have sex for 6 weeks after a baby and they say her pussy is never as tight again. I don't think your little dick could even fill me up now. Since it is my pleasure that counts this weekend and since it wouldn't give me any pleasure to put your small dick in my pussy, I have decided not to let you put your little dick in my stretched pussy." I was completely humiliated my Sarah's words, but it was turning me on at the same time. My dick was trying to get hard under the tape. Sarah had let me out several times today for bio-breaks, but she had taped me back up each time. "So, I am going to give you a chance for an orgasm. I am going to let you fuck yourself on a dildo for 5 minutes and if you can cum from that you get your orgasm. If you don't, I am going to put back in the chastity trainer and go to sleep." I stood staring as Sarah waited for my answer. "Well, does Sissy Jacquelyn want to fuck herself?" "Please let Sissy Jacquelyn fuck herself on a dildo and have an orgasm!" Sarah had me bend over and she lubed up my ass/cunt and set a large fake cock on the floor. It was almost as big as Frank's dick and had molded balls in the base that helped it sit on the floor. Sarah put me back in the chastity trainer, but left off the dick cover/ring and ass divider strap. After she had my hands cuffed to the belt, she started playing with my dick and had it hard in no time. She then rolled a condom on my cock and told me to get going because 5 minutes was not long. I moved over to the fake cock and knelt down over it but as I lowered my ass down I knocked it over. Sarah was giggling at my efforts. I was so desperate for an orgasm; I spun around and picked up the dick with my mouth and set it upright. This time I got my asshole over he tip of my plastic lover. It took a good 40 seconds of wiggling to slide it into my ass/cunt, but once it started in I was able to impale myself in one stroke due to all the stretching Sarah had done. Sarah called out 4 minutes as I started fucking myself wantonly on the fake cock. Faster and faster I went as Saran called out the time every 30 seconds. When she had counted me down to 30 seconds, I was pumping myself up and down like a rabid animal. I shoved my ass down fast and hard on the fake dick, trying to get off before Sarah called time! She counted down the last 10 seconds like a NASA rocket launch. When she reached 0, blastoff I climaxed. I was bucking wildly as my dick shot spurt after spurt of cum into the condom. Sarah had denied my release for a week and had kept my sexually stimulated at the same time. It was the biggest load I had ever produced. When I came down from my sexual high Sarah told me to hold the cock in my pussy and crawl over to her so she could put on the rest of the trainer. She had a very difficult time putting my dick through the steel ring of the front cover. Sarah gave my balls a hard squeeze and the pain made my dick shrink enough that by using strong force she was able to get my poor dick and swollen balls through the ring. Then she pulled the divider strap tight and trapped the fake dick in my ass. "Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue as far as you can Sissy Jacquelyn." I followed her commands without question by now. "Do not close you mouth until I tell you to, no matter what!" Sarah rolled the condom half way up my dick and then pinching it tightly; she slid it off my dick with all my sperm inside. She then put the opening of the condom on my tongue and slid it on as far as it would go. "Close your lips and teeth on your tongue and hold the condom in place with your tongue sticking out." Sarah took several pictures of me holding a very full condom in my mouth with bright red lipstick on my lips. When she was finished, she had me lay down on my back and gave me my final instructions before turning off the light and going to sleep. "Sissy Jacquelyn, I want you to enjoy your sperm for hours, so you are to suck all of the sperm out of the condom before you fall asleep. Keep the condom in you mouth all night and in the morning, I will inspect it to see if you got it clean. If you get it clean, I will take off your nails and tits so you can go to work next week. If you don't I will switch your ass and make you stay as Sissy Jacquelyn all day Monday." As Sarah drifted off to sleep, I was sucking the sperm out of my condom with complete dedication. Chapter 7, A New Life, Paid in Full I woke up before Sarah on Sunday morning and as my memories came back to me, I remembered that I was expected to have the condom in my mouth. Sometime during the night it had fallen out of my mouth or maybe I swallowed it! I was in a panic. If Sarah kept me in my corset and breast forms, I would have to call in sick and that would be a big problem. I had meetings scheduled to jump start the project we just won and nothing could happen if I was absent! I could see all that I had worked for the last several months going up in smoke. I started trying to locate the condom without waking Sarah. It was still rather dark in the bedroom and my hands were locked in the chastity trainer. By rolling left and right slightly, I was able to feel the condom lying on the side of my neck. It had dried out in that spot and was holding tight. If my hands were free, I could have pulled it right off. I was screwed! After a few seconds of panic, I decided to get it back in mouth or die trying. I gently rolled off the bed and knelt on the floor. I worked my way over to a small lamp table and carefully scraped the condom free on the corner of the table. When it fell free it bounced under the table and I had to crawl on my belly to get my head under the table so I could suck it back into my mouth. It was pretty nasty. Sarah had told me to get it clean, but I don't think you can actually suck sperm completely out of a used condom using just your mouth! I had been eating my own sperm for over an hour last night and was still not done getting it all sucked out of the condom when I must have dozed off. The nasty thing now had lint and small gritty particles on it. I started trying to wash it in my mouth. I rolled it around and probed it with my tongue, I sucked and swallowed and repeated the process until I felt like it was coming pretty clean. I can not explain why I would perform such a perverted act and why it excited me so. Sarah stirred and called out for me, "Where are you Sissy Jacquelyn?" "I am sorry Mistress Sarah. I fell out of bed and it must have woke you." I was hoping that my line made enough sense to Sarah while she was in a groggy state of consciousness and that she would believe me! She did, and after she made sure that I was OK, remembered to check the condom. "Jacquelyn, place your condom in my hand and it better be clean!" she threatened. After placing the nasty condom in her hand with my lips I waited breathlessly as Sarah turned on the lamp and made her inspection. "It is not perfectly clean Sissy Jacquelyn, but you did good enough for the first time." I was so excited that I had not completely disappointed Mistress Sarah. Sara went on to explain that since it wasn't a perfect job, I would have to be punished, but she would let me remove my nails and tits for work on Monday. "Thank me for letting you cum and for letting you eat your own sperm!" "Thank you Mistress Sarah, I so enjoyed fucking myself on the dildo and it was so generous of you to let me have a climax and thank you for letting me eat my sperm, it makes a sissy slut like me so horny to eat sperm!" I went on until Mistress Sarah was convinced of my sincerity. Sarah said I could kneel and lick her pussy to start the day right. She was sitting on the edge of the bed and as she spread her legs, I could see that her pussy hole was still "open" from Frank's fucking. She probably would never let me fuck her again after having Frank properly fuck her with a real man's dick. While licking Mistress Sarah to 2 powerful orgasms she told me how big Frank's dick was and how good it felt to be fucked with a real dick and could I tell how much it stretched her tight pussy to fuck Frank. She let me get up to go to the bathroom after I satisfied her itchy pussy. When I returned, she said she was ready to start my punishment for failing to eat all of my sperm. She removed the divider strap from my chastity trainer and took the dildo from my ass. Sarah explained that this particular dildo was part of a set of sexual aid products that used a locking system to attach items to belts and other accessories. One of the bases provided in the set was a large suction cup. Sarah had me lick the suction cup to get it wet and she pressed it firmly to the full-length mirror on the closet door. Next she placed the just removed dick on the base so that it was sticking straight out from the mirror at a normal crotch height. After putting fresh lipstick on me, Sarah gave me my instructions. "Sissy Jacquelyn, you did not pay enough attention to cleaning up your sperm and because of that, you are going to be given a motivation to do better in the future. You are to spend the next hour worshiping the cock that I just removed from your ass. You are to lick it completely clean in that hour and I am going to drink my coffee and read the paper in bed while keeping an eye on your efforts. You are to watch yourself worship the cock in the mirror. You are to observe how sexy your red lips look wrapped around the cock and how full it makes your cheeks look as you work your mouth on it. I know it is not quite as big as Frank's cock, but you need a little practice before you take on that monster with your mouth and lips! Think about how turned on you are from licking a cock and how exciting it is for you to lick sperm directly from a real cock. I will be inspecting it when the hour is up and you will receive a much more severe punishment if it is not completely clean." My hands were still cuffed to the side of the belt and I was still wearing the sexy silk corset with garters holding up my hose and breast forms. As I moved over to the dildo, I could not believe what I was about to do. I knelt down and took the nasty thing in my mouth and slid my lips over the head. I was gagging, but managed not to throw-up. I did as instructed and began to clean the surface of the fake dick with my lips and tongue and as revolting as this was, I never lost my erection. My cock was dripping pre-cum from all of my excitement. I was mesmerized by the image in the mirror. It was like watching myself perform in a porno movie and I could see the movement of my red lips as I obscenely made love to a fake cock. It was much bigger than my little dick, but still not as big as Frank's. I could not swallow it deep enough to clean it by sliding it back and forth in my mouth, so I had to lick up and down the shaft and work the surface with my tongue to clean it. I was completely humiliated but I could not stop staring at the lewd sexual display. I looked down at my own inadequate dick and wished that my cock were at least as big as the fake cock in my mouth. But the whole time, I was hard and leaking. When the hour was up my jaw ached. Sarah inspected the dildo carefully and proclaimed that I was indeed learning to be a good dick-licker. "I have one more surprise for Sissy Jacquelyn to help her become the biggest sissy slut of all time. It is a device that will help you learn control of your big sissy clit. I am going to have you wear a device called a Kali's Teeth Bracelet or KTB for short." The device was going to help me keep my erection from ruining the look of my silk dress when I was dressed up. Sarah described it as a positive feedback device. When she showed it to me, I was shocked by the cruel simplicity of the device. It was a steel ring that locked onto a flaccid dick and was lined with hundreds of very sharp points. Once I was locked into the KTB device any attempt to gain an erection would cause extreme discomfort. Sarah went to the kitchen and returned with an ice pack to apply to my groin. Very quickly, my dick was flaccid and Sarah quickly locked my dick up for training. It is a very well designed device and once locked on properly, there was no to remove it without Sarah's help. "The goal is for you to concentrate on my pleasure and not on your own little dick. This will help you pay attention to me and not to your own desire." Sarah released me from the chastity trainer and lay on the bed and told me to give her a rub down to relax her and when she was ready for it, I was to lick her ass as long as it took to please her. I worked her muscles from her neck down to her toes and back several times. When Sarah was ready for ass worship, she slid a pillow under her pussy and told me to begin. As she lay there relaxed I started kissing her ass cheeks and eventually was licking her cleft and getting closer to her rosebud. Sarah was making little moaning sound and I began to tongue fuck her asshole. She was soon squirming on the bed and grinding her pussy into the pillow. I was getting very excited, but each time my dick tried to harden, the sharp teeth of the Kali's bracelet dug in and caused me to shrink again. When Sarah was satisfied, she rolled over and told me to give her a front side massage and when she was ready I could lick her pussy till she was satisfied. It took over and hour before Sarah decided that she had enough. I lost track of how many orgasms she received from my hands and mouth. It was so sexy to watch my beautiful nails tracing Sarah's nipples and it was having a torturous effect on my dick. The whole time my dick wanted to harden, but could not because of the KTB device. Sarah had me do my lipstick and made me up, dressed me in fresh silk panties and sexy hose attached to the garters of the corset and gave me a list of chores to perform. I worked off my list all day and whenever Sarah got to feeling horny again, I was commanded to lick her pussy or ass again while she talked about Frank's ability to satisfy her pussy. I was getting a supper workout sexually, but was unable to achieve an erection. Sarah was very satisfied and I was completely frustrated. Late Sunday afternoon, Lori called and said she was ready for us to come over. I got dressed in my sweets and we went through the gate. Frank had just left to go to the gym and play basketball. The second we got to the bedroom, I knew Frank had just fucked Lori. After removing my sweets, Lori wanted a detailed inspection of the KTB device and a demonstration of it working. I made love to Lori and licked Frank's sperm from her pussy for an hour and not once did I even want to get hard due to the pain it caused my poor little dick. "That little dick of yours is worthless now Sissy Jacquelyn! You can't even fuck Sarah if she gave you permission. If you were a real man, you would get hard from eating all this gorgeous pussy today and you have not had a single erection!" We left before Frank got back and went back to our bedroom where I licked Sarah's ass and pussy to several orgasms. I was sent to make dinner and when I was done cleaning up after dinner, Sarah put me in the chastity trainer and removed the KTB. "I can't leave it on at night, because you might get a sleep erection and hurt you little dickey. The purpose is to help you learn complete mental control of erections, not cause you damage." I was put to bed for the night after licking Sarah to one more orgasm to see if I had learned control. I failed and gained an erection without permission. Sarah told me not to worry; it was my first day using the KTB. She said that I would soon be completely impotent without her permission to have an erection and that the only pleasure I was going to receive was from having my ass/cunt fucked. I thanked Mistress Sarah for the KTB gift and for all the training I had received this weekend! Monday morning Sarah removed my corset and spent over 30 minutes removing my nails. When we finished Sarah took me to the bathroom to apply a special solvent and removed the breast forms from my chest. It felt weird to lose the weight from my chest after 2 days. I was getting quite used to having them on and their absence was a bit unsettling to my balance. After getting showered under Sarah's supervision, I dressed in the silk panties selected for the day and put on a new pair of hose that Sarah gave me that had a lace top that was elastic and would hold themselves up. On the outside my business suit maintained my appearance. I was to wear panties and hose under my suit from now on and I had to have the Kali's Teeth Bracelet locked on my dick every day to keep me from getting an erection and masturbating at work. Sarah let me take out my earrings at work, but at night, I always put on earrings to keep my piercing open. My weekly routine had me living two completely different existences. At work I was viewed as a professional man and at home I was a sissy slut. I was not sure anymore which was my natural state and which was role- playing. This weekend was Frank and Lori's Halloween party, and all week Sarah talked about the surprise costume I would be wearing. I was afraid to guess what Sarah and Lori was cooking up. Sarah took every opportunity to tease me sexually and not only denied me release, she had denied me erections. My dick not only was inadequate compared to Frank's but it was now useless to me or Sarah locked in the KTB device. Each time my dick tried to harden, the KTB caused me so much pain that I quickly lost the erection. Friday night came and Sarah told me how pleased she was about my training and she was going to put me in the chastity-training belt and release my dick from the KTB to see if I was ready to take control of my clit. To monitor my dick, Sarah took out a strip of 1-cent postage stamps and glued the stamps around my dick in a tight circle. If I became erect the stamp ring would tear and give proof positive that I had failed to control my dick. Sarah promised me an orgasm if I could remain in control of my little dick. I licked Sarah's rosebud and worshiped her ass for several small orgasms and one big climax. When she checked my dick the stamps were not broken and so far I had kept from becoming erect. Next Sarah sat on the edge of the bed and had me kneel between her legs and start to worship her pussy. I licked her to several strong orgasms and I knew I was doing OK on controlling my little dick. Then Sarah started talking about fucking Frank and how good it felt to be filled up with a real dick. She talked about how tight her pussy was when he stuck it in her and how I could never satisfy her pussy with my little dick again. She said the best thing was when Frank had finished splitting her pussy wide open, I had licked his sperm right up like it was honey. I must be a real sissy slut to eat sperm so willingly! When Sarah grabbed my hair and pulled my face into her pussy and locked her legs around my head and shuddered to a major climax I felt the delicate stamps tear. I was going to be frustrated sexually again tonight. Sarah encouraged me by saying that it had only been 1 week of training in the KTB and that I had made good progress. She concluded that I would need a lot more practice in the future to finally solve my dick control problem. When Saturday morning arrived, Sarah had me remove all my body hair again, locked my dick in the KTB and let me know we were going to visit Lori to pick up my costume for the Halloween party tonight. We also had an appointment to have my hair, nails and makeup done at the beauty shop. Lori put on my breast forms with the glue and laced me tightly in the corset. I went over to Lori's alone and she was waiting in bed with her legs up keeping her pussy filled with Frank's sperm. She gave me a gift- wrapped box for tonight and told me not to open until Sarah gave me permission. I knelt between Lori's legs and cleaned Frank's sperm from her abused pussy. Her pussy was stretched more than ever and Lori told me that Frank had fucked her twice this morning. Frank got very excited by Lori recounting how I had tongue fucked her asshole last weekend and after he came the first time, he just kept fucking her as she talked about my oral service. The load was huge and it took me quite a well to lick it all up. When Lori was satisfied, I cleaned up my face and put on my lipstick before returning to Sarah. This time my appointment was during regular hours and the shop was very busy with girls getting fixed up for parties tonight. Sarah had dressed me in a simple silk blouse that showed my nipples very well and a very short and tight skirt. I had to be careful not to let the skirt rise and show my stocking tops and garter. As I walked on my heels into the salon, all the women gave me dirty looks. Was I a she-male friend of the shop owner or was I just a slut. With all the people getting worked on it took till 1:00 for me to get my hair, nails and makeup finished. The women working on me put me in a chair in the front window and positioned me so that people looking in the shop from the street could see my panties, garters and hose. I kept trying to pull the tiny skirt down, but with my nails being worked on, it was impossible to avoid the humiliation of strangers staring up my skirt. When I was done, Sarah took me home and had me relax until it was time to get ready for Frank and Lori's party. About an hour before the party, Sarah gave me permission to open my costume package. Inside was a black silk French Maid outfit including several stiff taffeta petticoats. Saran applied some makeup to the area where my breast forms were glued to my chest so I would have better appearance with the low neckline and started helping me get into costume. First, she slid on crotch-less panties that were a black silk with stiff red lace sewn on them. Next I put on black hose and attached them to the garters on my corset. Then the very stiff taffeta petticoats and finally the very short maid dress. It was so tight that it took Sarah about 5 minutes to get it zipped up. With all the stiff petticoats, the very short skirt didn't even cover my whole ass. If I bent over, my asshole, dick and balls would be visible through the slit of the crotch-less panties. For the final effect, Sarah gave me permission to get hard and she licked my dick a few times. I was so horny that I got a full erection almost instantly. Sarah took out a satin hair ribbon and tied a snug bow around my dick and balls. Sarah had me lift my skirt up and turn around in front of the mirror. My erect dick and balls stuck lewdly out from my body and the stiff taffeta petticoat was the only thing keeping my erection from view. The ribbon was going to keep the blood trapped in my cock and I was very horny from the sexual denial this week. Sarah put me in black high-heels and had me walk around to practice before we left for Frank and Lori's. The costume had a nasty surprise for me. As I walked, my dick swung back and forth rubbing the head in the folds of the stiff taffeta petticoats. I was getting my dick rubbed for the first time in almost 2 weeks and it would keep me hard all night. Sarah smiled as I recognized that this was part of her and Lori's plan. "One last touch for your costume Sissy Jacquelyn!" Sarah rolled a bright red condom on my dick and told me that it was to keep me from dripping pre-cum all over Lori's house as I walked around. If I sat down or bent over during the evening, the whole party would notice my red erection bobbing around. Sarah went to change into the long silk Geisha Girl dress and when she was ready, we went over to join the party. There was no pretext of hiding my identity tonight. Lori and Sarah drug me around to everyone to meet and they even told people to call me Jacquelyn tonight. The men made jokes about what a wimp I was to let the girls play "Barbie" with me. The women told me how much fun it must be for me to get to wear such a sexy costume. As people got a little drunk, I was also getting groped my men and women. Lori asked me to help her serve drinks and handed me a big tray with wineglasses on it. I had to go around the room and serve the wine in my French Maid outfit to people sitting in the low furniture. If I bent down, my ass would hang out completely, so I just kept my back straight and lowered myself by bending at my knees. The word got out among the women that I was somewhat naked in my petticoats and they started brushing up to my erection at every opportunity. One good friend of Lori's who had just gotten divorced reached under my skirt and stroked my dick as I held the tray of wineglasses for her. Nobody but me knew that she was stroking my dick under my skirt. The whole time that she was playing with my dick, she was looking me in the eye and telling me how much I must like being a French Maid, because it was obviously very sexy for me. She said that she was just going to ask Sarah to loan me to her the next time she needed to "entertain". After that, many of the women found a way to give my cock a squeeze and make some humiliating remark. I was terribly horny and all the stimulation of my dick was driving me crazy with lust. At last the party was over and I had won the best costume prize, a "Victoria's Secrets" gift certificate. Frank said that since I was a French Maid, I could clean up the party mess while he and the girls relaxed. When I finished picking up, I came back to Sarah's side. "Jacquelyn we have been telling Frank a little about your costume and how much sexual teasing you have gotten lately. I also told Frank that you obviously know he fucked my pussy last weekend since we outed you as Jacquelyn tonight and that Lori and I felt that you should get to fuck his wife in fairness. Frank refused, because he said Lori's pussy is for him only. Besides after fucking Frank so many times, your much smaller dick would not give Lori much pleasure if any. Anyway, Lori suggested that since she has never had anal sex and never could with Frank, that perhaps she could let you fuck her in the ass. I stood there open mouthed as they chatted on about all the options they had considered that would be fair and acceptable to all. Frank had a couple of additional requests. First, he wanted to see me make lesbian love to Lori like last weekend and second, If I got to take Lori's anal virginity and if I was going to enjoy something that he never would, he wanted an equivalent gift from me. He wanted to take me in the ass, since with his big dick he had not had anal sex with anyone since he left the juvenile reform prison. Lori then said that she wasn't going to be left out of our orgy and that if Frank got hard again watching me make love to Lori, she wanted me to ask him use his big cock on her pussy again. It was up to me they said. But with one catch. Sarah said that if I wanted to cum tonight, it was going to be in Lori's ass, take it or leave it. I was so horny that I had no choice. I accepted the terms and we got started. "Get your sissy ass over here and make my dick hard again with your lips and those sexy nails." Frank commanded. I did as ordered and removed Franks pants and knelt down to start playing with his cock and balls. He was very excited by the scene and I had him erect in a matter of seconds. "You better get my dick very wet or I might rip your ass bad when I fuck you Jacquelyn!" I was sure that Sarah would let me use lubricant, but the threat insured that I used my mouth well to lick Frank's huge shaft and prepare him for fucking my ass. Sarah had opened my up a lot with the dildo training, but Frank's cock was going to hurt a lot if I didn't have plenty of lube! Frank said he was ready to take me in the ass and Sarah helped me remove my maid dress and petticoats. I was still in my corset; hose and crotch-less panties as Sarah helped me get ready for my first real dick. Lori and Sarah had already gotten out of their dresses and were stroking their pussies through their panties as they prepared to watch the show. After lubing my asshole and Frank's dick I got on my knees for Frank. "He will probably make a lot of noise, so we need to find a way to keep him quit!" It was decided that I would kneel between Sarah's legs and eat her pussy while Frank took my anal cherry. That way if I made any sound it would get MUFFLED. (They all laughed at Sarah's pun.) I got into position and as I licked Sarah's pussy, Frank pressed the head of his dick against my asshole. I could not believe how hard he was pushing and the head of his dick was not going in. Lori sat on my back and pulled my ass cheeks apart and Frank started pushing again. This time the head popped in and I screamed into Sarah's pussy. When I screamed, Sarah shook with a small orgasm. Lori slapped her hand down hard on my ass and told me to be quite. Frank started rocking back and forth to open me up and soon I was sure that I would die from his monster cock. Each time I made a loud sound, Lori spanked my ass and Sarah pulled my face tighter into her pussy. Frank started rocking back and forward a little faster and each time he pushed his dick into me, my mouth pushed into Sarah's pussy. In about 5 minutes, Frank had me opened up enough to get 1/2 of his cock in me. I was in major pain and almost sobbing as he had his way with my ass. "Spank his ass Lori if he doesn't shut up his blubbering!" Frank commanded. We settled into a rhythm, Frank slowly stroking in me deeper each time, shoving my mouth into Sarah's pussy and Lori spanking my ass in time to Frank's withdrawal. I was completely humiliated and turned on at the same time. I was licking Sarah's pretty pussy and getting fucked like a queer at the same time. When I felt Frank bury himself to the hilt for the first time, I moaned loudly and Sarah's body was shaking with orgasm after orgasm. Then the fucking started in earnest. Frank was pounding away faster and faster, Lori was spanking my ass as hard as she could and Sarah was coming so much that I could not lick up all her pussy juice. Very quickly Frank moaned and started bucking his hips and coming up my ass. "Oh God, your ass is so tight, Oh God, it feels so good on my dick, Oh..." Frank shoved in as hard as he could and held his dick in as he came down from his orgasm. We were locked up like a pair of dogs. My ass was clamping tight on his dick after the abuse and as soon as he quit working his dick in and out, we locked up. It took several minutes for some of the blood to leave his dick and as he shrunk slightly he pulled out of my. I was so open, that my asshole would not close completely when he withdrew. I was very turned on. My dick was throbbing, but the pain had been too much for me to cum. "That was fantastic Jacquelyn! What a tight fuck you are!" I was sent to the bathroom to clean up my ass and to bring back a damp cloth to clean up Frank's dick. I sat on the toilet and let Frank's cum run out of my ass. My asshole was still wide open and it took several minutes of clinching my ass muscles to get it to close again. At least Frank had not broken my ass permanently with his big cock. I returned to clean Frank's dick up and was grateful that Sarah didn't make me lick it clean. When I was done, Sarah had me kiss Frank's dick and thank him for fucking my ass. "Thank you Master Frank for fucking my ass, my ass never felt so full and you made me so horny by fucking my sissy ass with your big dick!" Frank grinned and told me that there was plenty of his cock for my ass and he was sure that I would get to try it again in the future. "My turn!" Lori demanded. "First, Sissy Jacquelyn needs to put on fresh lipstick!" Sarah suggested. I started undressing Lori and kissing her skin as I went. I used my nails to pinch and scrape her body as it came into view. When I had her bra off, I licked her nipples to get them hard and then I raked my nails along the sides of her breast to her nipples and gently pinched the hard nubs. Lori was getting unsteady on her feet, so she had me pull off her panties and kneel before her pussy. She grabbed my hair to steady her legs and had me lick her to a couple of small orgasms. I loved to lick Lori's long clit. It was so different than Sarah's and I could use my lips on it directly as my tongue flicked the end. Lori sat back on a chair and pulled my mouth to her pussy again. As I licked her to a large orgasm Frank was making comments about what a sissy I was to eat pussy like that. When Lori was finally satisfied, Sarah told me to beg Frank to let me put my little dick in Lori's asshole. "Please Master Frank may I please put my little dick in Lori's pretty ass. I am so horny and I really need to cum. Please may I have my orgasm in Mistress Lori's bottom?" "Well, Sissy Jacquelyn, show me how much you want to cum! I want you to lick my dick and suck on the head of my big dick to show me how grateful you are!" I was on Frank's dick in a flash and I licked his shaft up and down as I worked his heavy balls with my nails. As he got fully erect, I pushed my lips down his shaft until I felt his dick pressing on the back of my throat. His dick was so big around that my teeth were in contact with the shaft and my mouth was wide open. I sucked on his shaft for several minutes until Lori said that she was getting pissed and that I better get my little dick up her ass now or I could forget having an orgasm! Frank told me to kiss the head of his dick again and thank him for Lori's anal cherry! I was willing to do anything to have a climax so I kissed Frank's cock head and begged for Lori's asshole. "Please Master Frank, may I climax in Lori's ass. I am just a sissy slut, but you promised me that I could cum if I was good and I licked your dick as you asked. Please let me cum Master Frank!" Frank gave his permission so I positioned Lori over the back of a low overstuffed chair. Her feet barely touched the ground as she spread her legs wide. Her rosebud was very exposed, as her ass-cheeks were wide open in this position. Sarah sat on Frank's lap front to back, so that her cunt was lying on top of Frank's hard dick and her legs were over the arms of the chair. Her pussy was stretched wide by the position and Frank could slide his dick against Sarah's clit without entering her pussy. Frank was playing with Sarah's tits and tweaking her nipples as I started making love to Lori's ass. I knelt between Lori's legs and started licking her ass. As I tongue fucked Lori's asshole, Frank and Sarah made remarks about what a sissy slut I was to lick Lori's ass like that. The remarks were humiliating me as much as they excited me. I was raking my long nails along Lori's legs as she moaned into the cushions. With the long nails on, I could drive Lori crazy by moving the hard edge of my nails along her swollen pussy lips. I licked her asshole until I felt her legs tense and she climaxed on my tongue. I gently kissed her ass and stroked her pussy lips as she came down from her climax. "Fuck me now with your little sissy dick!" I used the lubricant to prepare her ass and worked plenty on my condom- covered dick. The end of the condom had already collected my pre-cum and it was making a noticeable bulge in the tip of the condom. I started working the lube into Lori's asshole with my fingers. It is very hard to work a finger into an asshole with long nails, but I gently opened her up. As soon as I thought she was ready, I put the tip of my dick against her opening. After having my own ass reamed out by Frank, I knew how not to take an anal cherry. Very gently I pressed my hard dick into her bottom a fraction of an inch at a time. I kept working my nails on her ass-cheeks while she got used to my dick in her hole. When I felt her tight hole relax, I worked a little more in. In very short time, I had the head of my dick in. I started slowly working in and out and Lori was moaning as I had 1/2 of my dick working into her ass. The next time I pushed in, my dick went to the hilt. Lori let out a loud moan and her whole body shook with a strong climax. I heard Sarah moaning and looked up to see her rubbing her clit along the top of Frank's hard cock as he played with her tits and pinched her nipples. "Fuck me Sissy Jacquelyn!" I started rocking my dick back and forth gently in Lori's ass to get her loose. When she relaxed her asshole on my dick, I started fucking her faster. Lori was morning and her asshole was having a constant series of spasms on my dick. I reached around her hips and dug my nails into the sensitive skin next to her pubic hair and pulled her back to meet the thrusts of my dick. My climax had been denied all week and I was starting to twitch with excitement. It had been a long time since I had cum and Lori's virgin ass was so tight and hot on my horny dick and soon I was slamming in and out for all I was worth. Then I came! I was absolutely bucking and shaking as my dick shoot my biggest load in Lori's ass. Lori was having body shakes as my orgasm drove her body over the edge to a major orgasm of her own. Her asshole had many strong spasms on my dick, giving me more pleasure than a sissy slut deserved. I rocked into Lori hard and fast as a long moan escaped my lips. I had cum after all the teasing, all the denial and all the stimulation. When I was spent, I collapsed on Lori's back. Sarah let me rest for a moment and then she called me back to earth. "Pull yourself out of Mistress Lori's ass and keep your condom on your dick as you come out of her ass. Then you need to thank Mistress Lori for letting you cum in her ass." My dick was still pretty hard with the ribbon tied around my cock and balls holding in most of the blood and the extreme excitement Sarah had put me through to get an orgasm. Once I was out, I knelt down and kissed Mistress Lori on the ass and licked her rosebud to help bring her down from her climax. When Lori's asshole quit quivering I thanked her. "Thank you Mistress Lori for letting me cum in your beautiful ass. It was very exciting to fuck your asshole and it made me very horny to be the one to take your anal cherry!" "Come over to Frank and I will give Sissy Jacquelyn a reward for your efforts to fuck Mistress Lori well!" When I reached Sarah, she carefully removed the condom from my dick. It was the biggest load of sperm I have ever shot. It looked like several ounces of cum were held in the end of the condom. Sarah got up off of Frank's hard dick and carefully emptied the contents of my condom on Frank's cock. "Clean up your mess Sissy Jacquelyn!" Sarah commanded. My horniness was reduced to at least normal and the thought of eating sperm was gross to me. To have to eat my own sperm was bad enough, but to see my fresh sperm coating Frank's dick was very strange and sick. As I knelt to lick up my sperm I had to fight the urge to gag. Frank grabbed my head and shoved his dick into my mouth as far as it would go. As he face fucked me, I sucked down my own cum. The humiliation was unbearable but with the humiliation I felt an equal lust. My dick was fully erect and it was twitching wildly in the air as I gave Frank's cock oral stimulation. "Lick up your sperm mess from his shaft Sissy Jacquelyn before it drips off and makes a mess!" Sarah directed. Frank released his grip on my head and I pulled my lips off his cock head. I licked my sissy cum off along the top of Frank's dick and swallowed it all down before it could drip off. As I worked my tongue and lips along Frank's shaft, he moaned his approval. When I had his dick cleaned off Sarah let me stop and thank Frank and Lori for my treat. She also said that I should beg Frank to fuck her pussy so he could get rid of his erection that I caused by being such a cock-tease. "Thank you Master Frank for letting me fuck Mistress Lori in the ass. It was very nice to be able to cum in her tight ass and thank you Master Frank for letting me lick my own sperm from your big dick; it makes sissy sluts like me very horny to eat sperm. Please Master Frank would you fuck Mistress Sarah's sweet pussy with your big dick. It gives her great pleasure to have your big dick in her pussy and my small dick can't make her feel as good!" Frank lay on the carpet and told Sarah to sit on his dick. I was in a trance watching Sarah lower her pussy on the head of Frank's dick. At first she could not get the head in, but her weight opened her pussy up and she slid down a few inches. It took Sarah a good 5 minutes to slide completely down Frank's big dick. She was squirming and moaning as she started pushing off and dropping down. It was very obscene to watch that big dick splitting my wife's pussy and I knew that Sarah would be unable to have that same kind of satisfaction with my little dick. Frank was playing roughly with Sarah's nipples as she tried to bounce up and down on his shaft. Sarah was starting to have many small orgasms and her pussy was driving Frank crazy with lust as her tight pussy clamped uncontrollably on his hard cock. I was so envious of Frank at that moment. He was giving Sarah the fucking she always wanted and deserved. It was something that I was inadequate to provide. Sarah was screaming out to Frank to fuck her with his big dick and claim her pussy forever. The lust was intense in Frank's face as Sarah had one of her over-the-top orgasms that leave her body limp. Frank was not done with his climax, so he sat up and picked Sarah up while his big cock was still buried deep in her pussy. He carried Sarah over to a chair and sat her in the seat. Frank was between Sarah's legs on his knees and he started banging Sarah's pussy fast and hard. Lori was sitting on the couch playing with her pussy as Frank fucked my wife and she motioned for me to kneel between her legs and eat her pussy. Sarah came back to life quickly and locked her legs around Frank's back. As Frank pulled out Sarah dug her heals into his ass to spur him on. Sarah's pussy had to be tearing open, but she just begged for more of Frank's big dick. I think Frank fucked her like that for about ten minutes as he built toward his own climax. When he came, he slammed his cock in very hard 6 or 7 times as he roared like a bull elk. They lay in each other's arms as they relaxed and recovered from fucking. Frank slowly pulled out of Sarah's gaping pussy. "My pussy hurts Sissy Jacquelyn, kiss it and make it feel better!" I assumed my position between Sarah's legs and started licking up their combined sex juice. Globs of Frank's fresh, hot sperm slid down my throat and Sarah was still flowing pussy juice hard, which washed Frank's sperm out of her pussy and into my mouth all the faster. Sarah's pussy was wide open from the fucking from Frank's cock. Her pussy was even more open than the last time he fucked her and made me a cuckold the first time. "What a perverted sissy slut you are to eat my sperm from your own wife's pussy!" Frank said with cockiness in his voice. When Sarah was satisfied with my cleanup of her pussy she sent me to get cleaned up and dressed again in my French Maid uniform. Lori came along to help me get dressed and get my lipstick on right. Lori sat on the counter in the bathroom and made me lick her pussy again so she could have one more orgasm (she said that Sarah had interrupted my pussy licking and left her hanging). We returned when my French Maid dress was back on and my makeup was restored. When I came back to the living room, Sarah had me sit in a wooden chair in the center of the room. She placed the cuffs on my hands and ankles so that I was tied to the chair. Sarah lifted my skirt and licked my small dick until I was hard again. Lori switched places with Sarah and gently stroked my dick with the stiff taffeta petticoats to tease me. Sarah sat in Frank's lap and played with his dick as she started talking. "Sissy Jacquelyn, we have some things to tell you. You do not know the whole story about your new life and it is time for you to know our plan. If you are going to understand our plan, you are going to need for me to start my explanation 2 months ago." "Lori called me crying about a fight she had with Frank. He was upset with her because she would not give him oral sex and her pussy got very sore from Frank's big cock. He was only getting about 1/2 the sex he needed and he didn't like having to masturbate 3 or 4 times a week. His balls are huge and he needs a lot more sex than most men do. Lori told me again how her uncle had made her give him blowjobs and hand-jobs as a girl and how it makes her sick to have to do that with Frank or any man." "As I tried to talk Lori into giving oral sex a try again, she started crying again and said it hurt her mouth a lot when Frank tried to stick his dick between her lips. He liked to grab her head and fuck her face, but his dick was to big for her mouth. I didn't believe her at first, but the more she talked about Frank's big dick, the more I had to see for myself. I soaked my panties as she talked about his size, because I have always fantasized about being fucked with a big cock. I had an old boyfriend before I knew you who had a big cock, maybe 8 inches, but nothing like Frank's. Your little cock never made me feel as good as my old boyfriend and the more Lori talked, the more I had to try Frank's big dick. I was convinced that if we took things step by step, we could solve her sex problems with Frank before things got out of hand in the relationship, give me a chance at Frank's cock and so I convinced Lori to let me help her and Frank." Sarah went on and told me the whole 2-month story. The first thing Sarah had Lori do was to get Frank hard and take accurate measurements of his cock. When Sarah saw the size of Frank's dick measurements, she was skeptical, but Lori convinced her that after all the years working in her uncle's factory sewing, that she knew how to use a measuring tape. Sarah had Lori open he mouth as wide as she could and Sarah found out by measuring that with Lori's Korean background and small features, her mouth was just too small to accommodate Frank's dick. On a hunch, Lori measured Sarah's mouth and Frank's cock was to big for her mouth also. Sarah was getting jealous of Lori and she wanted to get a chance to see Frank's cock for herself. Sarah dug deeper about why Frank wanted a blowjob so much, when his cock was that big and would not fit in Lori's mouth. Lori told Sarah about Frank's time in Juvenile and his secret sex life. Frank's first steady "girlfriend" was a sissy boy in juvenile and that was where Frank learned to enjoy blowjobs. He was very popular with a couple of "girls" because he had a big cock and they used to fight over who would get to give Frank his blowjobs. Frank never mentions his sissy sex to anybody, because he thinks someone might think of him as a queer. By the time he left Juvenile, he had a string of sissy sluts that were giving him blowjobs and letting Frank fuck them in the ass, he never considered himself homosexual, because he didn't touch the sissy boys himself and he has a big hang-up about homosexuality. Frank left the sissy boy/girls behind when he started college and was fucking his way through the coed population. When he met the shy Lori in class he changed his wanton ways. They fell in love quickly and Frank left his old sex life far behind. Besides, AIDS was getting to be a big problem and Frank sure didn't want to go back to having risky sex with sissy boys and getting sick from HIV or even giving Lori AIDS. There was no way that Frank was going to get his kicks with anybody but Lori, out of love for her and to be safe. "It suddenly occurred to me that Lori had more cock than she could use and I didn't have enough cock", Sarah explained. The more Sarah and Lori talked about Frank's and Lori's sex problems, the more Sarah shared about our sex live. She told Lori about how much I enjoyed eating her pussy, almost as much as I liked fucking and if I were very horny I would even tongue fuck her asshole. Lori was amazed, because Frank said that he couldn't eat pussy and that in his neighborhood eating pussy was considered nasty. Frank never went down on Lori and he said he would get over his hang-up on eating pussy when Lori got over her hang-up on blowjobs. There was no way Frank would put his tongue in Lori's asshole if he wouldn't even eat pussy! One problem was that Sarah had to overcome was her decision that she could not fuck Frank or anybody else behind my back. If she was going to do Frank, I was going to have to know about it and give my blessing. The girls worked out details of fairness, if Sarah was going to help take care of Frank's cock I was going to get to do Lori in return. After working on ideas for 2 weeks, they sat Frank down and explained the plan to him. Frank didn't believe his ears, but he saw no harm in talking about the idea because it was making him horny. He didn't think that there was any way that he could imagine a real man who would let his wife fuck somebody else. No "real" man would allow himself to become a cuckold. He also knew that he was not going to share Lori's pussy with any man! Frank told Sarah that if she had sex with him on a regular basis, a normal cock would never satisfy her pussy again and she should be warned that all his old girlfriends claimed they were ruined for normal dicks. The girls kept working on ideas and Frank agreed to go along with them as long as his rules were not violated. He was the only one to fuck Lori's pussy, that he would not do anything a queer would do and I was his best friend so it had to be my choice to do this. His last condition was that nobody outside of the four of us could be involved in actual sex, because of safety. It took them over an hour to lay out the story and remind me of everything that they did to get me to this point. Lori had continued to play with my dick and keep me close to orgasm, but always stopped before I could cum. Frank's dick was hard and sticking out directly in front of my face. I could not forget for a second how inadequate my dick was while Sarah played with a real man's cock. Sarah explained that if I would agree to the following rules, then we would go on having kinky sex and if I refused we would go back to the way it was before. 1) Frank would fuck both Lori's and Sarah's pussy on a regular basis. 2) I would not be able to fuck Lori's or Sarah's pussy, because Frank would not share Lori's pussy with anybody and Sarah could not get satisfaction from my little dick once Frank broke her pussy in. 3) I would be Sarah's and Lori's pussy slave and Lori would in exchange, quit asking Frank to eat her pussy. I would eat Sarah's pussy anytime she wanted me to, and I would get to eat Lori's pussy when Sarah gave me permission. I was to eagerly eat their pussies after Frank was done fucking them and was to clean up any sperm Frank or I shot when the girls commanded. 4) I was to keep Sarah's and Lori's asshole sensitive by oral worship and train them to orgasm from my tongue fucking. (This is important for rule 5 below they explained.) 5) My only option for fucking was to be penetration of Sarah or Lori in the ass. Frank could not have anal sex with the girls because of his big dick and in return for ruining Sarah's pussy for my small dick, I could fuck Lori in the ass with Frank's permission. It was fair they said, because Frank got both pussies and I got both assholes. Each of got what we could use best with our individual cocks. 5a) Frank would receive several blowjobs from me each month with Sarah's permission and in return, I would be allowed to cum in Sarah's ass an equal number of times. I would not get to climax more times than Sarah felt appropriate to maintain my motivation to serve as their sexual slave. 5b) Frank would have anal intercourse with me about once a month. That would give my ass time to recover and thus, maintain the tightness of my asshole for his pleasure. I would be encouraged to learn to cum from having my ass fucked by Frank as a second form of sexual release. In return for taking Frank's dick in my ass, I would get to fuck Lori in her ass an equal number of times. However, if I came from Frank fucking me in the ass, I would forfeit my penetration of Lori's ass (Frank's idea). 6) Frank was not homosexual and he would not touch me sexually in anyway, but if I liked being a sissy slut, he would go along with my humiliation. 7) To keep me motivated as a sex slave, I would continue my chastity training under Sarah's control. I would be kept sexually stimulated every day and denied sexual relief without permission. I would be given some sexual relief, but not enough to blunt my desire to serve as Sarah's sissy slave. My dick would be kept in the KTB device when I was out of Sarah's direct control and in the chastity trainer at night. The discussion had my mind spinning as Lori kept teasing my little dick in my petticoats. I would have balls to maintain my sex drive and be denied my cock to obtain release. If the sultans had removed dicks instead of balls, their harem eunuchs would have gone mad, female pussy everywhere with an intact desire for sex and no chance for release without a cock. That was what they were purposing for me. I would become a dickless eunuch for Frank's pussy harem and my balls would keep me in a constant state of sexual frustration. Sarah would drive me mad with desire, use me as her pussy slave, cuckold me with Frank's big cock, end forever my fucking of a woman's pussy and give me a life of sexual humiliation with Frank and Lori's help. Sarah again explained that if I said no, then none of us would ever speak about the agreement again. "I think that the three of you get more out of this than I do!" I pointed out. "You may be right, but I think we each get our needs met by this agreement. Lori gets oral sex and a gentle lover on top of Frank's big dick that she loves but wears her out. I get to fuck the big cock I always wanted and still get to have you perform oral sex on my pussy and asshole as much as I like. I like having you as my sissy sex slave. Frank gets enough pussy to satisfy his sexual overdrive and an occasional blowjob or anal sex from a sissy slut just like when he was in juvenile prison. Sissy Jacquelyn gets what she wants deep down. I have watched you the last 16 days since our bet and you are perfect for this life. You get off on being forced to wear sissy clothes and you are completely turned on by the humiliation. You can almost cum from licking my pussy after Frank fucks my pussy and his cum slides past your lips. When I make you eat your own sperm after you cum, your cock stays hard and the look of lust on your face when I made you lick your own sperm off Frank's cock was priceless. You are into being Sissy Jacquelyn more that I thought possible, I believe it is your sexual destiny." "If you end this tonight Jack, you will always know in your heart that you made a mistake. My pussy will recover a lot in a few weeks and I will be able to feel your little dick again, but you will have denied me the pleasure I need sexually. I was never completely satisfied with your little cock before and now I could never be satisfied with you after having a real man's cock like Frank's in my pussy. Your little dick is just that, little. It may be average compared to other men, but to me it is just inadequate and Frank has made it impossible for me to enjoy fucking you. Lori and Frank will go on having sex problems to the point that it could easily ruin their marriage and you can help save their marriage. You will have an itch that you can't reach if you kill Sissy Jacquelyn tonight and deny yourself a life as my sissy slut. Take it or leave it, but tonight you have to make your choice, Jack or Sissy Jacquelyn!" After a few seconds I gave my answer... Epilogue I made my decision that night to live as Sissy Jacquelyn. It was a very hard decision for me to give up my wife's pussy to Frank's cock. I would never have normal sex with a woman again if we stayed with this relationship. My little dick was never going to be wrapped in warm, wet pussy again. I can almost cry if I think about it, so I don't unless Sarah makes me remember as part of keeping me sexually tense. "Does Sissy Jacquelyn want to stick her little dick in my pussy? I bet you wish my pussy wasn't so stretched out and that you were still man enough to fuck your own wife! My pussy gets more dick than it needs from Frank's monster and I don't miss your little dick at all. I do miss the look of ecstasy you used to get when you slid your little cock into my hot pussy. Maybe I will let you have sex again someday, but I don't think it will be with me. I could bring home one of the divorced girls from work who won't know cock size any better than a teenager and let them have fun with your little dick. They would be happy for the attention and you would get to put your dick in a warm pussy again. No, that would never workout, you might decide to try going back to living as a man and I would not get to fuck Frank's dick anymore. I guess your little dick will just be a big clit on a sissy slut." Sarah drives me crazy with lust when she talks about getting my dick into a warm wet pussy. I miss that feeling terribly and think about pussy constantly. I long for the feeling of my dick sliding in and out of Sarah's pussy, but don't want to give up serving as Sarah's sex slave just to get pussy. I have more sex than ever and I am kept constantly horny and respond to Sarah's sexual needs instantly. I lick her pussy as much as Sarah wants and that serves to make me desire her all the more. The sexual frustration builds for days and then I have the best orgasms of my life when I finally get to cum. I can not cheat on Sarah even if I wanted too, she keeps my cock locked up all the time. The chastity trainer at night and the Kali's Teeth Bracelet (KTB) at work. If I start to get horny, the KTB devise painfully grips my cock and prevents me from obtaining an erection. I have a permanent case of "blue-balls" and I live to give sexual pleasure in the hope of obtaining my own climax. You can not imagine how crazy with lust you can get until your mistress takes away your cock. Sarah controls my erections and uses her sexual power to keep me focused on her pleasure. The silk cloths and forced feminization treatment by Sarah and Lori coupled with spending so much time licking pussy makes my sexual fulfillment the driving force in my life. Sarah makes sure that I always want more and that I remain motivated to serve. Lori has made me several lacing corsets now and Sarah has decided to add diet and targeted exercises to my life. With Lori's tighter corsets and Sarah's diet and exercise plan, my body is taking on a more female shape. The have kept me in the corset so much that my stomach muscles are starting to lose strength and I feel a strain when I am out of the tight corset. They have my waist down nearly 4 inches now and Sarah thinks I will get down 1 or 2 more inches. I will soon have to start wearing a corset without breast cups under my business suit and male clothes for support. Sarah had me purchase two small plungers for sinks (plumber's helpers) and remove the handles. She will make wear the suction cups on my tits for over an hour to stretch them out. Just before I remove the plungers, Sarah wraps twine tightly around the base of each pulled out tit so that they will protrude for several hours. When she has me take off the plungers, I have nice "A" cup breasts. The plungers leave a red ring around my little tits that won't fade for a day or more. The treatment makes my little nipples very hard and tender. The twine helps keeps my "tits" swelled out, but is not tight enough to cause damage. When Sarah finishes giving my tits a workout and removes the twine, my body will shake from the stimulation of the renewed blood flow. A few weeks ago Sarah added suction tubes from an old snake bite kit. The small tubes have an opening about the size of a fingertip. I have spent hours with the devices attached to my nipples so they will stretch out for Sarah's amusement. Now my breasts and nipples are quite sensitive and I can hardly stand having to wear a starched dress shirt even with a silk undershirt. Sarah wants me to be embarrassed to go without a shirt because of my developing tits and nipples, but does not want me to have hormone treatment. She wants my hormones to be 100% male so that my sexual frustration will be max. I have both nipples pierced and Sarah likes to play with the rings in my nipples to torture them along with the suction cup treatment. My nipples have grown enough that the nipple rings have been replaced 2 times. Lori will lock my hands behind my back with the cuffs and remove the KTB from my dick so that it can get hard. Lori then licks and sucks my nipples until they are starting to get very sensitive. While she sucks on one nipple, she gently rolls and pulls the other nipple with her fingers. I get so turned on that I try to hump my dick against the air to find some direct stimulation and obtain some relief. Lori says that it is her goal to make me cum by just sucking my nipples. I think that she will soon reach her goal. When Lori is done sucking my nipples, she likes to hang a small bell from each nipple ring so that she can keep track of me when I am at her house. Sarah is planning to have my dick tattooed with the words "Sarah's Slave" and "Sissy Jacquelyn" along the sides of my erect cock. She will take me to the tattoo parlor, put me in a cock ring so I can't get limp again and get me hard. She will have the words added to my dick so that I will always know my place as Sarah's sissy slave. It will show very nicely when I am erect, but will be unreadable when my little dick is flaccid. With the KTB device installed, nobody will read my tattoo without Sarah's permission, but anytime I am able to get an erection, everyone will know who owns me. Sarah is also thinking about having my dick pierced horizontally through the head. She will have a D-ring installed so she can attach a leash to the head of my dick. She thinks it would be great fun to cuff my hands behind my back and leash me to the foot of the bed while she fucks Frank. She can also pull my dick back between my legs and tie it to my corset when she want's a smooth line in my panties. It should be much faster than using the tape to hide my little dick. She thinks that such a piercing will take months to develop enough that she can use it with a leash. The girls like to play "Barbie" with me and dress me up in all kinds of clothes. I have been made into everything from a pre-teen girl in short skirt and knee socks to a slut streetwalker who has on whorish makeup. I now do my own nails and makeup except for special occasions when Sarah takes me to Pauline's. Sarah likes to make me beg to lick her pussy after Frank fucks her and Lori likes me to lick her pussy before Frank fucks her and tongue fuck her ass after he has cum in her pussy and I have cleaned up that mess. I lick up every load of sperm Frank gives up when he fucks Sarah and about half of his loads deposited in Lori and I always eat every drop of sperm that I produce. Most of the time I am so horny that eating the sperm is just part of the experience. But, when I have just climaxed, having to eat Frank's sperm still makes me queasy. I have given up all my hobbies and spend all my non-work time being a sissy slut sex slave for Sarah, Frank and Lori. Frank has gotten into humiliating me more than the girls do. It is now over five months since I became Sissy Jacquelyn permanently and I have not put my little dick into Lori's ass once in that time. Since I only get to fuck Lori when Frank fucks my ass and without me having a climax from his fucking, he has been able toy with me sexually. Frank's big dick has made me cum each time before he climaxes and I must wait the next 3 or 4 weeks before I get my next chance at Lori's ass. His big cock fills my ass completely and my prostate is stimulated to a point that I can't hold back my orgasm. He gets very excited making me beg to give him a blowjob so that I can earn a climax in Sarah's asshole. It is always humiliating, but I am kept in such a state of excitement that I beg for the humiliation with little prompting. Frank tortures me for a week in advance of my ass reaming by not letting me give him a blowjob no matter how much I beg. He comes over to our house and fucks Sarah in my bed. I have to get Sarah ready for his big cock by licking her to several orgasms and then Frank has me suck his dick to prepare him for fucking Sarah. I beg Frank for a taste of his cock and I promise to make his dick feel good with my lips and long nails. I am very horny and I know if I can make Frank cum in my mouth, I get to fuck Sarah in the ass. Frank lets me bring him close and then he pulls out of my mouth. "I can't believe how bad you are at sucking cock! If you were any good at giving blowjobs, you would make me cum in your mouth. Everybody knows that real men like blowjobs as much or better than pussy and you can't even make me cum in your mouth. I guess you just don't want to cum bad enough. Perhaps if you learned to give better blowjobs you would get to cum more often. I just can't pass up Sarah's sweet pussy for your poor effort at sucking my cock!" My whole body was sexually charged and I get no release again that night. Frank then takes Sarah with his huge cock and has her describe for me how good it feels to have a real cock in her pussy. He cuckolds me in my own bed with me watching on my knees, hands cuffed behind my back and wishing I could suck cock better. When Frank finishes he gives one more chance to make him cum with my lips as I clean his sperm and Lori's pussy juice from his shaft. Frank pulls out of my mouth before he can get fully hard and tells me to do better in the future if I ever want to put my little dick in Sarah's bottom again. Frank goes home to fuck Lori and I spend the next hour or so licking Sarah's pussy and asshole. Sarah never lets me quit until there is no trace of Frank's sperm in her pussy. The whole time my dick remains flaccid in the KTB device. Sarah's says that her pussy is ruined for small cocks like mine and her pussy is so stretched out that she has quit using tampons during her period. A few weeks ago, Sarah had me suck Frank to get him hard and then she had me make a mold of his big cock with this fast setting compound. Then she sent the mold off to a small plastic shop that makes sex toys as one of their product lines. Sarah has received back an assortment of dildos, which are perfect replicas of Frank's cock. The various versions of Frank's dick are a constant reminder to me of how much difference there is between our cocks. Sarah loves to hold the dildo up next to my dick when I am hard and ask me if I can deny her the pleasure of a real cock. The one I hate the most is part of a mouth gag. One end is the head of Frank's cock and slips into my mouth. The part in my mouth is about 1/2 as long as Frank's real dick, but just as big around. The short end is held in my mouth and fastened like a ball-gag with a leather strap. The other end juts out from my lips with a complete replica of Frank's hard dick, all 10 or so inches. Sarah will make me fuck her pussy with this gag in my mouth. I give her pleasure as she talks about how small my own dick is and that it just won't fill her pussy up enough to give her pleasure. Now with my mouth dick I get to fuck her all night and practice licking Frank's dick at the same time to please Sarah. I feel this terrible humiliation without end and my sexual needs builds a frenzied desire to give Sarah satisfaction. The smell of her pussy is all over my face as her juice flows out. She loves to have me lie down and she slides her pussy up and down until her pussy can't take anymore stimulation. When she is finished her pussy juice has run down the shaft of the fake dick and into my mouth and nose. I am overwhelmed with her pussy and I have not even been able to directly touch it. When she is satisfied, Sarah has me clean the dick gag with my mouth and put it away for my next humiliation. The night of my ass reaming by Frank arrives after he has denied me sexual release for over a week. I report to Frank after giving myself enemas until my ass is perfectly clean. Only then can I go over to Frank and Lori's bedroom and serve as their sex slave. Frank has me use my mouth to get Lori ready and his dick hard. He then fucks Lori to a big climax with me watching while I kneel at the foot of the bed. When he pulls out, I must beg to clean his dick and get it hard for my ass fucking. "Please Master Frank, let Sissy Jacquelyn lick your dick and make it hard so you can fuck my sissy cunt! Sissy Jacquelyn needs your cock in her ass badly because she is so horny! Please let me make your big dick hard again!" After Frank thinks I have humiliated myself enough to earn his dick, he lets me use my mouth to clean his sperm off his cock. When Frank is ready to go again, he gives me Sarah's key and lets me removes my KTB device. I get an erection immediately and put a condom on my small, hard dick to catch my sperm. I kneel between Lori's legs so I can lick her pussy while Frank fills my asshole with his cock. Frank's cum is running out of Lori's wide-open pussy and Frank is working my ass for all he is worth. After several days of having no release, I eat Lori's pussy like a madman. Frank's cum is draining out of her pussy very fast, but I drink it down like nectar. I am now stretched to the point that Frank has only minor trouble getting his dick into my sissy asshole. Frank has denied me climax for over a week while he and the girls have sexually tormented me. Frank has just cum in Lori's pussy and he has a very unfair advantage in our perverted race to see who will cum first. While Frank pumps his big dick into my ass, I rhythmically squeeze my asshole to give his dick the best ride I can. I am desperate to fuck Lori, but Frank seems determined to deny my access to Lori's asshole. It is not much of a contest and Frank makes me cum very quickly with his big cock. During my ass fucking, Frank taunts me about being such a big sissy slut. When I start to cum, my asshole spasms wildly on Frank's cock and he picks up his pace to fuck my faster, which makes my dick spurt more sperm into the condom. Frank isn't done and he continues to fuck me for several minutes until he has his second climax. I continue to lick Lori's pussy as she pulls my mouth tightly to her pussy. By the time Frank is done, my asshole is ruined for several days and I won't be able to sit down comfortably for a week. Frank points out that I prefer to have my ass reamed over getting to fuck the lovely Lori. "I can't believe you like to have your ass fucked so much that you can't wait long enough for your orgasm to earn a chance to put your little dick in Lori's beautiful ass. Lori was looking forward to having you fuck her, but you are undisciplined!"
"Have a nice life, Solitaire," The telephonic voice whispered sarcastically. "Wait!" I cried, as if snapping out of a dream. "Beth, you HAVE to help me!" "Not a fucking chance, you scoundrel. I wouldn�t help you now for the world. I think you just need to suffer awhile." "Wha -- huh, how long is awhile?" "You should know how long by now, I would say. And listen: if you find a way to pry it off (doubtful), let me just remind you. Do not try to remove it. Bad things will happen." Tak! Dial tone. * * * * * Long before my girlfriend of nearly threes years left me, she fashioned a fateful titanium chastity belt, modeled primarily after those made in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, those that American parents apparently locked on the genitalia of newly pubescent boys to prevent them from "abusing" themselves. When I say "primarily modeled after," you must take me to mean that the most basic structure was similar, and really, that was it. She added many parts to the belt, for progressive purposes (that is, for the utmost in hygiene, comfort, and security), parts that the original belts would not have had. I�ll get into the belt�s structure in a little, but first, I believe I have something of a story to tell: For fifteen years -- the time period during which Bethany fervently pursued an artistic career -- people pelted her with politically malicious gobbledygook for her works. Her pieces� theses were usually as bizarre as the works themselves. She took constructive criticism well, but she always stood by her work and never doubted her own intelligence. One day she very lackadaisically mentioned that she had just finished a bona fide chastity contraption and she had good reason to make it, I felt. People, odd people, provided her with her exorbitant livelihood in exchange for her creation of bizarre shit like this, which she then put on exhibition. This particular time she wanted, in her own words, "to artistically express the concept of sexual repression, to give it some relevant and concrete substance. To reify it." She wanted to depict societal disapproval of natural impulses, apparently, as a prison. She drew up the blueprints, acquired enough pure titanium, and -- retracing a history of favors owed to her -- got her hands on the three-thousand degree oven needed to manipulate the alloy, courtesy of the U.S. government. Her design, she bragged when first she showed me the final product, was faultless. * * * * * About a year into our relationship, she first told me of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries� idiosyncratic practices of sexual repression and, at my constant and disgusted urging, graphically described the inner workings of the turn-of-the-century male-geared chastity belt. A sort of sick fascination with the concept kept it lurking almost always in the darkest and deepest recesses of my mind. I somewhat fancied myself an amateur expert on the subject when she informed me that she had formed her own belt, fairly similar to those of yore and fitting my exact physique. "Remember when I extensively measured your genitalia a good three months ago? I measured you from all angles and I recorded your every inch. I took down such scrupulous notes that I thought for sure by the end of it you had figured it out. You lack more savvy than I thought, bud," she added, smacking me on the ass. I let her think what she wanted to think. Truthfully, I had known what she was up to from the day that she began measuring me. However, still I wondered what her production of such a thing could mean. If I desired to find out her motives, I decided shortly thereafter that I had to act with professional subtlety. My words rolled from my tongue, bundled in a tone of forced indifference (conversations commonly assume this guise when touching upon taboo topics and most commonly, I have observed, when sailing into the touchy subject of copulation -- especially of the deviant sort. Theoretically, my tone should have given me away) and I attempted to balance out the indifference in my voice by feigning the slightest hint of excitement and arousal. One quiet evening, following a charming dinner filled with romance and candlelight, we both lounged like fat and placid wintertime grizzlies in my apartment�s den, smoking and drinking gin, seated across from one another in plush arm chairs. With my face hidden behind a sprawling newspaper, I drew a profound breath and, launching into it like a cavalier boldly taunting assured doom and laughing seriously still, I cautiously began to mention my potential interest: "Beth?" Not looking up from her fat novel, she mumbled a disinterested, "Mm." "Why don�t you tell me more about it," I queried, quivering. Even I found myself irritated by my noticeably intentional vagueness. After all, the topic, which she had initially mentioned off-handedly two days prior, had now assuredly left her mind. I glimpsed up, wondering if she was as annoyed with me as I was. She did not look annoyed. She still did not seem interested, either. She had no clue. "Tell you about what again, angel?" Timidly, tremblingly I gave a response: "Tell me about your ... you know ... " She did not know; still she had not a clue. But now she looked up, bit her lower lip, and crinkled her forehead questioningly. "Tell me about your project, the belt. You know." She nodded. "Oh. Yeah. All right, what would you like to know?" She had already implanted in my mind a pristine picture of a daemonic device akin to the kind mass produced and sold to Christian families a hundred years before. I could almost feel its cold touch on my own pelvic flesh; it shone so vividly in my mind. Thinking she would spoil the picture�s clarity if she had me separately imagine the new and foreign pieces (of her own design and implanted by her own hands), the pieces added solely for progressive purposes, I asked her to describe the entirety of the device to me, for clarity�s sake. I also wanted to appear nonchalant, as if I had forgotten most of what she had told me. I wanted her to think of me as if, despite my obvious interest, I was absolutely disinterested. She told me that she was not in the mood. "It�s out in my car," she said. "Let me go and fetch it. You can examine it for yourself." She returned with a leather backpack. She set the pack down on the coffee table in the middle of the room and slowly unzipped it, peering at me mischievously all the while. She took the device (which, I could tell, was unlocked and open) from her pack and very carefully handed it to me as parents transfer a cherished infant from one to the other. I looked it over, marveling at its perfect symmetry. Its apparently flawless design was breathtaking. I stared at the perfectly untarnished surface and saw my reflection as clearly as if staring at a curved mirror. It appeared exactly as Bethany had described. It resembled a pair of metal underpants, like men�s briefs manufactured several sizes smaller than ordinary and therefore made to fit with exceptional snugness. And yet, like fabric, it still looked wonderfully comfortable. I wondered at the device�s intended purpose and in so doing, I felt my heart pounding. I turned the object over several times in my hands, knowing that I held an inanimate object as harmless as an unattended pistol in an impregnable safe. In the wrong hands, however, (namely, my hands) this contraption could be just as intimidating as the most seasoned gunman. I glanced at Bethany, who had returned to her chair and now watched me intently. I held the device slightly elevated and shrugged my shoulders. Silently, I begged her to tell me more. But instead she stood, walked over, and took it from me. Now she took her turn to silently marvel at her handiwork. She began with an enthralled giggle, "Pretty cool, huh?" She peered at it and then turned to me, her dark eyes bright and beaming excitedly. "My design is quite faultless. The bastards down at the art studio don�t think it�s anything special, though. I explained and they booed. They think the idea is too grotesque. �Who would ever agree to participate in your experiment, Beth?� they asked. Fuck them, I say. They�re censoring squares, every last one of them." She shrugged her shoulders, placed the device back on the coffee table next to her pack, looked up at me sinisterly, pounced, gave me a long and full kiss, and went into the bedroom. She said over her shoulder, "Don�t be up too late, hon." I watched the two halves of her perfectly circular ass sashay up and down as she went. She was tired and when I entered after about ten minutes, she was already fast asleep. That left me to masturbate and so I lifted the sheets, crawled into bed, and began to stroke myself. Thoughts of the chastity belt slowly began to creep into my mind and before I knew it, I was yanking vigorously to one tune alone: Beth and I and the wonderful click of the belt�s lock as she told me, "Better get used to it, big boy." But to achieve orgasm while fantasizing about enforced and inescapable chastity seemed like a basic contradiction and so as I approached ejaculation, I tried to stop. I managed to hold the semen in for several seconds, but slowly it started to seep out. That became the last orgasm of my life, as well as the most unfulfilling. An hour later, I awakened as Bethany went to get a glass of water. When she returned she saw that I was awake. She smiled at me and when she lay down, I began to caress a breast covered by the silk of her see-through chemise. Always horny, she began to kiss my neck passionately and her hand slid down to my inner thigh and began to make its way to my cock. My cock jumped but the spikes inside the newly entrenched chastity tube refused to give it any room. Suddenly, I was filled with shame at having locked the thing on myself. I did not want Bethany to know. So I redirected her hand away from my groin and I looked at her lovingly, brushing some strands of hair out of her summer freckled face. I told her that I had already jacked off and I was still too low. The shame I had felt turned again to exhilaration and, without letting her know of my predicament, I went down on her. It was the best experience I had ever given her. She rode my face, squirming violently, pushing her pussy hard against my tongue as I pushed harder still. Her pelvis began to gyrate clockwise and her entire body would jut up then fall back down, up then down. She arched her back and moaned terrifically. "Oh god, yes!" she whispered. "Do that. That. Yes. Oh-h-h-h." A surge of electricity momentarily coursed through her and she lay rigid and paralyzed. Meanwhile, my cock, still attempting to smite the spikes, was unsuccessful and tearful in its plight. As soon as it would become even moderately engorged, the teeth surrounding it would sap it totally of its motivation. My motivation was to get Bethany off as soon as possible so that the pain would stop and so I did. When the electric surge had subsided and she was again given the gift of movement, she giggled, gave me a peck on the lips, and was unconscious before her head hit the pillow. * * * * * The next morning, Bethany awakened early because she had much to do and on her way to work, she forgot to put the belt back in her car. That is, she forgot all about it. It would not have been there had she remembered to look for it. The previous night, before the aforementioned encounter, I had discovered it waiting exactly where we had left it, on the coffee table, tempting me. I managed to ignore it for a half hour, but inevitably I submitted to its irresistible call. Without so much as a cursory examination of the device, I stripped naked, placed it on the floor, and very gently I placed my feet into the waiting void of the leg holes, not wanting to harm the delicate device. I bent down and pulled it up. I drew a deep breath, sucking in my stomach, and pushed the two sides toward one another. As soon as the sides met, the lock was activated. I heard a series of soft clicking sounds: the latches of the belt�s interior lock falling into place I presumed. Also from the inside, I heard a clamping sound and felt a gentle jaw-like strength encircling the base of my penis. Left in utter silence, I remained still for several minutes after, shocked by the definitive swiftness of the locking mechanism, pleasantly paralyzed by the concept of this momentarily inescapable captivity. I had known all along, but had denied it until the end, and now the intimate reality of my situation made my legs feel like gelatin and filled my stomach and groin with a warm tingle. "I have no key," I whispered, then giggled. Immediately, this realization made my heart pound and that was the only sound that resounded then in the surrounding black night. I had examined the belt before. It is a perfect design, I had noted. Tracing my hands around the entirety of the belt, I then confirmed my initial epiphany: the lock must be internal. I can get it off, weakly I assured myself. I will get it off. I searched the meeting point of the two sides for a lock and I eventually uncovered a circular metal plate that I easily unscrewed. In a mirror I saw the heavy lock, the entirety of which was welded wonderfully still in the body of the belt: frozen forever by fire. The key hole looked intricately daunting even from the outside. This contraption that I had placed on my person engulfed my entire groin in an impregnable sheath of metal. Welded to the inside of the front plate was an extremely narrow and short, spike-lined tube, which I had carefully slid my penis into and which now held the organ pleasantly captive and absolutely inert. The tube, I was sure, had been bigger when I put the belt on, but upon closing the belt, the tube had constricted. The tube curved dramatically downward, keeping my penis bent in half and doing a good job of preventing erection. This tubular bend made escape a hopeless enterprise. The limited size of the tube also restricted erection completely, thus restricting any form of sexual gratification. The belt was constructed of metallurgic materials absolutely foreign to me. Yes, it looked and felt like titanium, was as immaculately durable as one would expect a pure titanium chastity belt to be, and yet it was a living entity. I could locate no hinges, locks, or even the slightest of cracks. I sucked in my stomach but its warm, rubber-coated embrace only clung tighter, as if it breathed with me. I tugged on the device that now enveloped my lower regions, but it would not budge a bit, as if I tugged on another body part. I calmed myself down, went in to bed with Bethany, and -- to my surprise -- found myself at once overcome by sleep�s heavy blanket. The next morning, when I awakened at seven, she was gone. * * * * * I called in sick to work that day. All day I felt my member remember its captivity and, aroused by the memory, try to grow. But the belt allowed almost no room at all for the organ, even at its most flaccid. So the frustration began. With the frustration came a flustering. I felt anxious at the thought of not being able to touch myself, as I had been able to do so without restriction my entire life. Remaining naked but for the belt, I spent half the day in delight waiting for Bethany�s expression. I spent the other half horrified. Bethany was either going to kill me or never release me. I was right about one of them. * * * * * PART II When she returned that evening, she came into the cellar to find me frantically trying to free myself. I did not know that she was there until she laughed and said, "Oh my god! You actually put the belt on!" She snickered and then saw my stern look of reproach. "Oh," she said, with a defiantly innocent tone. "Oh, poor baby. Are we stuck?" After a short moment of silence, her tone changed from mock sympathy to one of profoundly malicious seriousness. "Don�t bother. You couldn�t affect that alloy with a blow torch." Tearfully, I asked her where she had hidden the key. She grinned, turned, and walked up the steps and out of the cellar, saying, "Key? I don�t remember anything about a key. Maybe you could help me recall?" Shortly, I followed. I found her lying on the bed, naked, and she said, pointing to her pussy: "Lick." I walked up the bed, dropped to my knees, and begged her, "Please, Beth. Please. You need to let me out." She smacked me as hard as she could and I rose up in furry, my fists curled. She only cocked her head and raised her eyebrows as if to mockingly ask, "What? What are you going to do?" She lightly traced a toenail along the front of the belt, staring at me. I wished that I could feel her toe at that moment and, I told myself, the faster I did her will, the faster she would acquiesce. She saw me give in and, pointing again to her vagina, she said, "Lick. Now." I did so obediently. When -- after three orgasms, each one better than the last and all of them by far better than the previous night�s -- when she was sufficiently satisfied, she told me to roll off. I did so. "What about the key?" "First, tell me about your ordeal, pet. Then maybe I will tell you about the key." "Beth -- " She slapped me across the face again and said, "You will call me Mistress. This is not up for debate, pet. You are under my lock, now. You will do as I say. Now," she stood up and went to her purse. "Here, lock these cuffs to your ankles and then to the footboard ... good. Now attach these to your wrists and then to the headboard. That�s right. Now, how do you feel? Helpless?" I wriggled and tried futilely to escape, yanking on my cuffs, digging the sharp metal into my flesh. "Good. Now, tell me about your ordeal." Ruefully, I complied. She took from her purse a small tape recorder and a black scarf, pressed the record button, placed the machine on the bedside table, fastened the scarf around my head so that I was blind, and I then told her all that I have already told you. Eventually, I paused and looked at her pitifully. I asked, "What else do you want to know, Mistress?" She wanted to know more about my attempts to free myself. "I have tried everything that I can think of to pry the fucker off, to no avail. With each new attempt, I grow exceedingly more disparaged. I cannot get it off and as long as it stays on me, I cannot get off. Indeed, as long as it sticks, I abandon all hope of ever again knowing the infinitely pleasurable jab of semen�s swift secretion. In other words, the metal belt has remained unequivocally loyal to its solitary purpose. It must come off! It must come off now!" "It won�t come off," She interrupted. "And you know what the best part is," I heard my Mistress whisper with a tone of contempt so completely vitriolic, that it (in conjunction with the fact that I was bound and totally helpless) made my stomach begin to feel ill. She stood just out of sight behind the bed�s headboard as she spoke. "The belt�s outer shell is completely impervious to all sorts of shock. It acts as the perfect husk for your ... innards." She stopped and let the reverberation of her words� implications sink in. When she continued, she did so in a voice commanding and absolutely sure of itself. "However, the tools of humankind are many, and the belt can be cut, I am sure. That�s why I have added a bit of incentive for you to never even try to pry it off. Inside lurks a very simple mechanism under extreme pressure: a miniature and razor sharp guillotine positioned just above your cock�s base. Now again, I�ve tested this mechanism numerous times, and I assure you, you are completely safe from any undue mishaps." I heard the soft pitter patter of her feet that signaled her circling around the bed. Now she stooped above my naked and perfectly inert, bound body. She leaned forward to say, "But be forewarned: if you ever even try to slide a pinky finger under the frame of the chastity device, you may very well end up being my useless eunuch, and neither of us want that. Since your penis is positioned just above your testacles, the pressure upon the blade (that is, the speed at which it will drop) will castrate you immediately. Any questions, lover boy?" I could not speak. My eyes were seas of frustration. Tears flowed abundantly. She did not heed this silent protest. "I didn�t think so. Now, say cheerio to your wanker self, and say hello to a man infinitely more committed to me. We�ll share a happy life. Or at least I will. Now, lick," she demanded again, as she lowered her pussy over my lips and I complied, as I contemplated my now permanently chaste life. When she finally undid my cuffs, I whimpered, "Mistress ... ?" "Yes, my beautiful pet?" "Are you ever going to let me out?" "Silly boy," said she. "You don�t get it, do you? There is no getting out. You put it on and you activated that aforementioned mechanism. It�s just hovering over your cock as we speak, waiting to drop. If you open the two sides (in any way, with a key or with a jackhammer), the guillotine will fall. There is no getting out," she repeated. I dropped to my knees, my face in my hands, bawling. I asked her why she had done this to me. "Why have I done this to you?! Why, I haven�t done anything but supplied the means, dear. You became infatuated with the concept. You put it on. You locked it. Why blame me?" She looked at me and she did have some pity in her face. She lit a cigarette. "I�ll tell you why." As it turns out, she had grown weary of my impertinent ways long before I even realized that I had grown impertinent. My impertinence, I discovered, was my infidelity (which took the form of a lovely girl named Missy), and methinks the irony is nearly unbearable: Again, I have tried everything that I can think of to pry the fucker off, to no avail. With each new attempt, I grow exceedingly more disparaged. I cannot get it off and as long as it stays on me, I cannot get off. Indeed, as long as it sticks, I abandon all hope of ever again knowing the infinitely pleasurable jab of semen�s swift secretion. In other words, the metal belt has remained unequivocally loyal to its solitary purpose. It must come off! It must come off now! If it cannot, well, then, for the remainder of my years, it will remain attached and unequivocally loyal to its solitary purpose. I served Bethany faithfully for five years (what choice did I have?) and she rewarded my services by allowing me to quit my job and live entirely off her income. We bought a house and moved in. I became her prisoner, her slave, doing everything that she commanded of me. And, after those five years, after I had learned how to act as a gentleman, Mistress Beth believed it was time for me to move on. She set my price at a half million dollars and I ended up selling for seven figures, though the exact number I do not know. She sold me to a grotesquely corpulent woman who, on the way back to her place in her car, I recognized as Missy. "Mistress Missy, pet," she told me. * * * * * I talked to Beth one last time. She called Mistress Missy�s house about two months after the sale to tell me farewell: "Have a nice life, Solitaire," The telephonic voice whispered sarcastically. "Wait!" I cried, as if snapping out of a dream. "Beth, you HAVE to help me!" "Not a fucking chance, you scoundrel. I wouldn�t help you now for the world. I think you just need to suffer awhile." "Wha -- huh, how long is awhile?" "You should know how long by now, I would say. And listen: if you find a way to pry it off (doubtful), let me just remind you. Do not try to remove it. Bad things will happen." Tak! Dial tone.
You want me to tell you what was the most unexpected aspect of this new world, the one that most surprised me. I think it was when Dr. Samiris explained to me the sexual practises of this epoch.
You're probably not interested in my pre-history, it's pretty much the usual one. I always felt that the people who had themselves frozen were off-the-wall. I thought no human power would ever bring them back to life. Then I became incurably ill myself, without at first considering that a reason to pay good money for such a travesty. At some point in my last six months I must have reconsidered, otherwise I wouldn't be here. But the memory of what happened in the last half year is always irretrievably lost, so I don't know what made me change my mind. Probably the usual reasons, the thought that freezing is the only remaining option, the lack of anybody to leave my money to, or just plain curiosity.
In any case, at some point I woke up and was confused, didn't really grasp who I was or how I got here. I guess most awakeners would say the moment of waking up was the most astonishing thing, but in all honesty I can barely remember waking up. Everything was so strange and my memory couldn't hold on to the experience. Little by little I was brought to the realization of where I was and all the changes of the past few centuries.
Finally came the astonishing conversation I referred to above, when Dr. Samiris explained to me that it was time for me to decide whether I wanted to get ringed or not. As in all these conversations I was totally at sea at first. So she explained to me most men get a ring in their penis at age sixteen, some earlier, some later. She thought that I knew all about it, because of the prevalence of "piercing" during my previous lifetime.
She then showed me a picture of a penis with a ring through the glans. I asked her why in heavens name she thought I would voluntarily let people do such a thing to me. She was still astonished at my reaction since she seriously thought it had been a common occurrence already in my former life. She explained to me that there was scientific proof that such a ring dramatically reduces the chance of cancer, because of some acupuncture points in the vicinity, and that it increases the man's allaround feeling of wellbeing without affecting his potency. If anything his potency is increased. Also, I had no chance of finding a woman who would let herself be penetrated by an unringed man, since male sperm deranges the woman's vaginal flora and the metal of the ring helped to restore its balance.
She came up with various other reasons and advantages, but I really took them all as excuses and pretexts. She explained to me that only a ringed man counts as a full man who could seek out a woman to be his Mistress of the Key --- another phrase that as of yet meant nothing to me. She explained it like this: a ringed but still free male, a virgin male, looks for a woman who pleases him and begs her to become his Mistress of the Key, an act which makes him her slave. If she agrees, she pulls a metal cylinder over his penis in such a way that his glans and its ring hang out the far end. She fastens a lock through the ring and holds on to the key.
If they want, they can now publicly announce their status of Mistress and slave. Usually this is done at an engagement party. Some people keep it private. After the engagement the woman can permit the man to sleep with her without losing her honor.
"How can that be," I interjected, "as long as the man is wearing the cylinder and the lock they can't possibly sleep with each other."
"It's true that they can't make babies," Dr. Samiris explained to me. "But the man can still cuddle the woman, pet her, and bring her to the heights of ecstasy with his fingers, or his tongue, or in many other ways that his imagination prompts him to."
"But what man would voluntarily put himself into such a position?" I wondered aloud.
"Oh, the vast majority of them," she informed me. "While they are virgins, ringed but still free men, they can masturbate as much as they want, as much as their hearts desire. Many men enjoy this freedom to the utmost and reminisce about it in later life. But of course they don't get to see a woman's bosom, to say nothing of touching one, or get to become friendly with a woman or to lie with one at night.
"The yearning for these delights brings most men to the point of gifting themselves to a woman. True, gay people are an exception; some of them don't even get ringed. There also a few religious sects who are generally considered crazies. But even the gay ones generally do in the end pair off; one gets ringed and submits to being locked up, while the other one keeps the key. Homosexuals marry just like other people and many prefer to delay actual sexual intercourse until after marriage, just as heterosexual couples do.
"As a rule the man aspires to marriage with his Mistress of the Key, although there is no obligation on her part to marry him. She has the right to release him, and he can then look for another Mistress to lock him up. She has the right to destroy the key, or to pass it on to another woman, who then becomes his Mistress of the Key.
"A woman can only be married to one man at a time," she informed me. "But she can own as many slaves as she feels like, although it is considered déclassé for a man to give himself to a woman who already has slaves, unless he truly loves her. Once a man and woman are married, the woman may permit the man to complete an act of intercourse with her, at her pleasure, but she also has the right keep him locked up as often and as long as she wishes, even permanently. If a man resists, by forcing her to hand over the key or by refusing to let himself be locked up after intercourse, he is liable to punishment, often severe punishment. A man can get a divorce from his wife, but then he reverts to the status of her slave and she becomes his Mistress of the Key again, unless that is she is ready to give him his freedom."
Dr. Samiris took great pains to emphasize that all of this was voluntary. No man is forced to get ringed and no man is forced to gift himself to a woman. It is true that no respectable woman would sleep with a man who was not her slave, and a man who wants to sleep with a woman has no option but to gift himself to the woman as her slave. It took me a while to realize that "sleep with each other" did not necessarily refer to intercourse, as I had thought, but rather quite literally "lying together in the same bed." This dilemma is often the theme of literary works, especially of poems --- the contradiction between the urge not to be locked up and the urge to belong to a woman.
Most men hope to encounter a woman who will marry them soon after their surrender, one who allows them lots of sex. Women are accounted extraordinarily decent and gracious if they don't always or predominantly satisfy themselves alone, but give their slave or husband a chance to do so; if they marry their slave as soon as the betrothal interval is over; if the allow him intercourse regularly or or even just occasionally after marriage.
Terrifying to men are collectors, who have a yen to persuade as many men as possible to gift themselves as their slaves. Also what they call ice-queens, who never use, or even destroy their slave's key. But Dr. Samiris assured me that such things rarely happen.
The entire tale seemed to me to be incompatible with equal rights for the sexes. But Dr. Samiris was of the opinion that none of these customs were incompatible with equality between the sexes, since no one is forced to do any of it, and a woman has no power over a man whose key she possesses, apart from the fact that it was illegal for him to destroy her cylinder or her lock. In all other respects the man is financially, legally, and professionally independent of the woman; he can act or not act as he wishes, and he is in no way bound to obey her.
One of the consequences of this astonishing (to me) social order is a total agreement between men and women to avoid depicting near-naked women in seductive poses in advertising, whether on television, on billboards, or in magazines. In my previous life there was always a seductively smiling woman around, advertising something or other. Nowadays everyone, both men and women, think that it is too much to expose the locked-up men to these sights since they can't get release by satisfying themselves.
My own era appears to the people of this one as a strange and incomprehensible time of barbarity. It is an axiom to them that males are not capable of dealing responsibly with their drives and emotions, and so need the guidance of women who are the more responsible sex. When I try to argue the subject, they point to the myriad atrocities of my century, which are unknown in this day and age.
You might be interested to find out how I adapted to the situation I found myself in. At first I thought that I would never, never in my life, let myself myself be ringed. Getting locked up by a woman, a Mistress of the Key, was absolutely out of the question. But now I've gotten to know a woman, a friendly young woman, and fallen in love with her. She recently told me that she couldn't possibly keep on meeting me unless I accepted her as my Mistress of the Key. She has to consider her reputation. Did I really believe, she wanted to know, that she wouldn't give me my freedom if I couldn't stand being locked up or if we proved to be incompatible? Of course she'd release me, she assured me; did I think she'd go back on her word?
"The days are long gone," she went on, "when slave and Mistress almost automatically became husband and wife, when any other course gave rise to scandal and gossip. Times have changed and morals have become much looser. I myself had a relationship with a young man for two years, during which he was my slave, but then we realized we were incompatible, and of course I gave him his freedom. After enjoying his independence fully for a year he gifted himself to another woman. So he obviously didn't think badly of his experience as my slave.
"Why do you hesitate? Just because you grew up in another social system that forbids a man to gift himself to a woman? What can be dishonorable in the act of giving? It's so beautiful for a man to give himself to his beloved. Don't you love me?"
But then she made excuses for me; adjusting to a new social system must be hard for me. She recognized that my fate was a difficult one for me. She is still friendly, has a lot of patience with me and my old-fangled ideas....
Betsy "I've decided to lend you to Sue for the weekend," was what I thought I heard Betsy say. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I'm not sure I got that," I gasped. I gasped, not because I was surprised or angered, but rather because when you are flat on your back with a woman perched on your chest, it is not always possible to inhale enough air to properly enunciate all of your words. It's not that Betsy is even that heavy ... because she had always maintained an athletic figure, when her muscle density increased, post-Changeover, her muscle volume remained pretty much the same. As such, unlike many women whose weight fluctuated dramatically as a result of substantial changes in body composition, Betsy's only appreciable weight gain came as a result of the nearly five pounds of breast tissue she added when her breasts went from small C's to full and firm double D's. At five foot two and a rock- hard (except for her gigantic tits) one hundred twenty-five pounds, she was just heavy enough, particularly when using her immensely powerful legs to pin my arms at my sides, to hold me in place and restrict, though not entirely cut-off, my breathing. My question, however, went unanswered as it was posed right at the exact moment that Betsy shifted her focus from preparing me to be drained to depriving me of oxygen. Without acknowledging my question (she was concentrating and probably didn't even hear it), she shifted her buttocks back from my chest and gently lowered herself directly over my mouth and nose. As I have trained myself to do, I tried my best to relax. Thrashing around doesn't get you anywhere (I don't know about other couples, but my wife is so much stronger than me that I doubt she would even be aware of any attempted bucking on my part) ... and, anyway, oxygen deprivation between a man and a woman is a trust thing. Besides, Betsy knows my tolerances and is always very careful during the Draining Process never to put me all the way out. Putting a man into an oblivious state via partial suffocation is just a necessary step in the Draining Process. Since the Changeover, men (and it is really our only "enhancement") are pretty much incapable (even when "expertly coaxed") of passing semen when fully conscious. (Although, it turns out, in our "brave new world," that a man's orgasm and his passing semen can be mutually exclusive ... so a man can still gain release, either on his own or with a partner, outside of Oblivion.) Since rendering a man comatose, as a part of the Draining Process, or otherwise, triggers a systemic release of "blocking hormone," (in addition to creating any number of irresolvable moral and ethical issues), Oblivion (the common term) is really the only civilized way for a woman to gain access to proper nourishment. Truth be told, I like Oblivion. It's just like the way you feel the moment before you fall asleep when you are really, really tired: all your strength is drained ... if you're life depended on it, you couldn't draw the focus to have a care ... pretty much all you can do is feel ... your ability to react to any stimulus in a conscious, physical manner is completely removed ... I often think Oblivion is what it must feel like to be a leaf blowing on an Indian Summer breeze. And when you're in Oblivion under the control of a woman that you love and trust ... well, there's just nothing better. As a couple who courted for eight years, from the time when we were both high-school juniors until we married in our mid-twenties, and was married for eight years before the Changeover (and for the eight years since), Betsy and I are so "in sync" that her ability to render me completely helpless goes far beyond what most women can do with their men. Her skill in taking me "up to the edge" and leaving me there for exactly as long as I can stand is uncanny. As a result, my dissent into Oblivion is approximately twice as long, and, therefore, probably twice as deep as the national average ... and you know what they say ... "The deeper the haze, the stronger her days." I don't really understand the science, but it has something to do with temporarily turning off the "blocking hormone" that tempers the potency of the semen ... and, apparently, the deeper the loss of facility, the more thoroughly turned off the hormone. I have never been measured, but I'll bet, simply as a result of Betsy's skill in sapping my coherency to its absolute minimum, my semen is at least twice as potent as the average, otherwise healthy male. Now, sensing my complete immersion, Betsy rose from my face and shifted to kneeling - hands on her knees, her impossibly large tits pressed tightly together - by my left shoulder. Stroking my cheek, she stared into my unfocused eyes, and cooed, "I sure do love you, honey." " ... uhve yeu teu ... " I mumbled mostly as a function of instinct (as opposed to consciously employing my ability to speak). I sensed more than saw her moving away. By the time, seconds later, when she took me, I had already lost focus, and was truly surprised by the sensation of being surrounded by the warmth and wetness of her mouth. Because she had expertly placed me so deeply into Oblivion, I came copiously, my semen as pure as is imaginable, in less than one minute. Betsy, in accordance with the purpose of the Draining Process, swallowed the entire load, and when I was finished spurting, licked me clean so as not to waste even one drop. Her nutritional needs satisfied, Betsy turned and stretched out beside me, propping her head on her right elbow so her face was right next to mine as I started to come out of it. Her left hand played with my chest hair as I refound my voice. "Only one draught, tonight?" (Even though studies have shown that one draught of semen per week is enough for a normal, healthy woman to maintain all of her post-Changeover physicality, Betsy usually took two draughts from me, per night. After all, the same studies have shown that ingesting larger quantities leads to strength gains far in excess of the baseline "role reversal" levels; as well as the possibility of a residual effect that might allow a woman who was extremely well nourished to benefit from a sort of reservoir effect which would allow her to maintain her strength and figure for months or even years despite the lack of regular access to a donor. Since none of the labs has yet to discover any limits relative to toxicity, Betsy and I had decided that two per night felt just about right. For what it is worth, the scientists seem to know what they are talking about because, despite having an absolutely normal post-Changeover figure (in other words, you would never know it to look at her), Betsy's strength is off the chart ... if the average one draught per week woman of her size bench presses in the 1200 lb. range (a woman, who, for whatever reason - no access, religious prohibition, etc. - does not ingest semen, can characteristically handle something in the area of 400 lbs.), and the well- trained one draught per week woman goes about 1600 lbs., Betsy, being both well-trained and extremely well-nourished, with, due solely to her own stellar skills, the purest of semen, puts up about 3,500 lbs ... which is, of course, though, almost 1,000 lbs. off the world record for her weight class, still, quite a bit more than my best of 295.) "No, I'll go back in a minute. I just wanted to make sure you heard when I said I decided to lend you to Sue for the weekend." "Yeah, I heard." Her left hand was already toying with my balls, prepping me for more drainage. Leaning in, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "I haven't finalized it with her and, of course, you have to say it's ok, but you're as much of her friend as I am, and I know you love her body, so I figured you'd go for it." It was all true ... especially the part about Sue's body ... I was a tit-man before the Changeover ... and since its occurrence, when the average American bra size went from 36C to 36DD, I have been in heaven. Sue's pre-changeover, natural-as-the-day-is-long 34DD's (on a 5'4", 125 lb., muscleless body) were now full-firm F-cups attached to a solid, post-changeover woman. Needless to say, I found her body very sexy. But, in the post-Changeover world, not every woman is as well provided for (nutritionally-speaking) as Betsy. Not every man revels, as I do, in the Oblivious state. In fact, many men fear Oblivion. (Oblivion can be a dangerous undertaking, if the woman is not skilled or, even, if she is careless.) Even many married couples (particularly amongst people who came of age in a pre-Changeover world) have a difficult time achieving the true state ... and recently the Courts have started to recognize issues surrounding Oblivion as grounds for a divorce. (i.e. - Tobin v. Tobin: wherein husband argued (successfully) that wife's "chronic forgetfulness" resulted in repeated and prolonged loss of consciousness while immobilized under her breasts.) While dating has, actually, become quite ritualized as men guard their one true "relationship-equalizer" while waiting for "Ms. Right," recent studies have absolutely proven dramatic increases in "blocking hormone" levels when a man is taken (to Oblivion) against his will. (Entire new areas of both criminal and civil law are developing as a result of this, and there is tremendous debate, albeit with an interesting twist for anyone old enough to have been "a-courting" pre-Changeover, as to when "no" actually means "no.") Notwithstanding the biological safeguards arising from "blocking hormone," there are some desperate women out there and the male chastity belt industry is booming. It is the rare man who ventures out in public unlocked. (Betsy lets me go unlocked as long as we are together. If I am, however, out alone - or even home alone - she insists on locking me up ... and, of course, she holds the only key.) I cannot imagine being a single guy who has to have his mother or his sister hold a key ... the potential for embarrassment is just off the chart. Of course, while no chastity belt will prevent some former cheerleader who is now capable of punching through steel doors from putting some poor guy into, say, a leg scissors, and crushing all of his ribs into dust, we are finding (post-Changeover) that for women, rape is more of a "nutritional" crime than a violent crime. (It is well documented that most women upon discovering a "locking device" will not hurt the victim, other than, perhaps in an attempt to forcibly remove it.) Sue, like so many mature (age 39) women, who were single at the Changeover, has had a hard time securing steady "nutrition" since. Nothing has changed about most unattached men her age, seeking company with younger (ages 25- 35) women. Furthermore, as in past times, younger men still lack the maturity to provide an older woman with a complete relationship. Besides, according to Sue, there is nothing worse than going through the "Key Request" ritual when the woman of whom you must convince your pure intentions is your same age. (Sue, who's strength has now ebbed to the point of barely being equal to that of a well-trained NFL lineman says, "If I were like twenty-four and thought "this is the guy" it would be one thing, but at my age I have spent way too much time helplessly racked across the shoulders of someone's overprotective Mommy, who has regular access to her husband's penis, wondering if this is the time that my spine is actually going to snap."). As for older men, most were already in their 50's at the time of the Changeover and, again, according to Sue, are extremely hard to "train to drain." Sue says that she's never met an older guy who is not so skittish about Oblivion that "all I have to do is unhook my bra and the "blocking hormone" practically flows out his ears." "Yeah ... I'd go for it," I said, "But, I mean, how long has it been since she's put anyone into Oblivion ... will you be there? "I can't be there. Remember, we're supposed to go to New York this weekend to see my sister. That's why I figured, if you stay here with Sue, she'll keep you in bed most of the weekend ... so you can run around her house unlocked. If you come to New York, you're in the belt from the moment we arrive until we're on the road home." She smiled at the memory. "I don't know," I said, "Maybe Ellie is on vacation or something." The last time we had gone to New York, Betsy's sister's neighbor, a lonely widow, had snatched me from the outdoor hot tub (I had gone out a few minutes ahead of my wife and sister-in-law) and nearly suffocated me under her massive left boob, right there on the pool deck. Luckily, Jen (my sister-in-law) pulled her off of me. The tussle that ensued was over quickly as Eleanor came quickly to her senses (Jen is easily as well- nourished as Betsy, and Ellie has been alone for years) ... long before the sleeper hold that Jennifer clamped down took its full effect on her. "Well, think about it ... .I'll call Sue in the morning ... . I haven't actually approached her yet. I just thought it would be a better situation for you ... I won't have to worry where you are every minute ... Sue gets some semen ... you know, it's just good for everyone ... good for everyone." Now it was my turn to smile ... Betsy was purposely imitating Sue's stream-of-conscious style of speech. And with that said, Betsy suddenly reached across me with her left hand, and gently, but with a grip that was absolutely undeniable took hold of my upper arms and swung me up over top of her. (She had been playing with my penis and balls all during our conversation and I was again ready for Draining.) Holding me at arms length she brought her legs up in a loose scissors of my hips. Suspended above her, I gazed down into her eyes ... "Your choice tonight, sweetie," she breathed as she shimmied her shoulders a bit so that her mammoth mounds jiggled invitingly. I smiled slyly. "Cleavage, please." (I always chose cleavage, as opposed to right/left breast, on the rare occasions when I was allowed a say.) As she lowered me, she tightened the scissors just enough to hold me in place. As my face descended into the deep valley between her tits, and we lost eye contact, she let go her hold of my biceps and wrapped her arms around my head. Firmly immobilized, I tried, once again to relax. As I began to slip away, she gently started to rock from side to side. My last coherent thought was trying to remember the words of the tuneless lullaby she had started to hum. Two days later, late Friday morning, Betsy and I stepped into Sue's large, two-story foyer. She and Betsy hugged deeply ... Sue was gushing (even for Sue) ... and frenetic. "I cannot thank you guys enough for this," she beamed, as she ran from one to the other of us hugging and kissing, "You are just the best friends ... I love you guys." Her eyes were actually misty as she took my overnight bag from my hand and hugged me. She held me at arms' length as if I had just returned from a trip and then pulled me into another hug and kissed me hard on the cheek. Maintaining her embrace of me, she turned to Betsy and said, "Ah, Betz, I will never forget this. You are just so nice to do this ... and don't worry, I will be so careful with him ... you are just so, so nice to do this ... Do you have any specific instructions?" At this last question, Betsy burst out laughing. "Sue, he's not an infant that I'm leaving with a babysitter ... he's a grown man ... and you two are old friends ... this doesn't have to be weird ... just hang together like friends, see a movie, go out to eat, drink his semen a couple of times, whatever. He's not belted right now (at this Sue who still held me in a loose embrace unconsciously reached down and patted my crotch; after which she looked at me, grinned and again kissed me on the cheek), here's his key. The belt is in the bag. If you guys go out or you leave him here alone, I would feel better if you locked him up ... other than that, have fun. I disengaged myself from Sue and made to walk Betsy to the car. We held hands down the flagstone path to the driveway. She got into the driver's seat and rolled down the window. I leaned in for a kiss. "Do you think she'll kill me with kindness or with her thighs?" "I think if you asked her to she'd lay down in traffic." I smiled. "I'll see you Sunday night." "Yeah, say hello to Ellie for me." And with a roll of her eyes, my beautiful wife headed off, and I headed back up to the house. When I got back to the front door, Sue was still waving to Betsy. She stepped aside and I reentered the house. As I stooped to pick up my bag, I noticed that after shutting the door, Sue had remained with her hand on the doorknob. Her forehead rested against the doorjamb. I sidled up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. Turning her to face me (something I could not have done if she'd elected even token resistance); I smiled at her downcast eyes and kissed her cheek. Then I grabbed her gigantic tits and gave them each a gentle, yet tight, squeeze. Groping her like that really took her by surprise. She sharply inhaled and put her hands on my wrists (though she did not remove me from her massive mammaries). Realization hit almost instantly and when her eyes came up there was a big smile on her face. She hugged me tightly (again). "I have been wanting to do that since you were only a D-cup." "I was never just a D-cup, sweetheart." Burying her face in my chest, she murmured, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I lifted her chin with my thumb and forefinger until she was looking up into my eyes. "Why don't you throw me over your shoulder, carry me to wherever you want, strip me down and have a drink." She grinned again ... and the next thing I knew I was racked across her shoulders. Though I was facing the ceiling, she didn't apply any pressure so I wasn't being tortured. It's just the way she was carrying me. "How about my bedroom," she half-asked, half thought out loud. Five minutes later, I was sitting on the edge of one side of her king-sized bed. She was sitting on the other edge. I was naked, having had removed my clothes from the moment she set me gently down. She was wearing a silk robe, the metallic-green color of which was a perfect foil for her shiny auburn hair. Her hands were at work bunching and unbunching the robe's hem. "How ... you know ... how do you want me to do it?" "Very carefully," I joked lamely. Seeing that she was more nervous than I was, I shifted around so that I was flat on my back in the center of the bed. "Stand up and take off your robe." Standing on her side of the bed, she dropped the robe revealing a metallic green bikini. "Take off your top and stick out your tits." "You like big boobs, don't you?" she smiled. "Susan ... I surely do ... I surely do." By way of instruction, I continued, "I'm starting to get hard just watching you breathe. Why don't you come on to the bed and lay down beside me (I indicated my left side) ... " Sue mounted the bed. As I started to issue my next instruction, she placed her left fore-finger on my lips. "I can take it from here, Romeo ... shhhh." I gave her my best bedroom smile and settled back as she cupped my balls and settled her massive left breast gently onto my face.