08 December 2016

The Interview

By: Mistress Dyvia

Chastity's alarm went off.  Her eyes blinked as tried to focus in on the
source of the sound.  She reached and her hand plopped around, until she
found the button.  Just weeks ago, she would have hit the snooze button,
but she didn't even think this alarm had one.  She turned it off and sat
up.  She was naked.  Less than an hour to get ready, which was fine no
one really needed the full hour unless it was their first week.

Today was the day of her interview to see where she would be assigned.

She looked across and saw the other fifteen or so girls in the room
getting up similar as she was.  They all started to walk towards the
washing area.  How she missed the days when she could have a cup of
coffee before morning rituals began.

The girls all silently walked into the bathroom, and Chastity was just
like the rest.  The water came on, and they were all washing themselves.
Chastity like the others, washed herself, she shaved, and she even
shampooed and conditioned her hair.  When she was done, she toweled
herself dry, and approached one of the sinks.  She used a brush and
blow-dryer units to do her hair.  Then she applied her makeup.  She took
a moment and looked at a couple of the more noticeable cosmetic
enhancements that she had been required to have.  Her lips were now so
much fuller than they should be, but they are there to entice.  Her
fingers ran over her breasts played with her rings, then lingered around
the scars on her nipples from when they augmented her to a pair of
pornstar-ish double-Ds.  She took her lipstick, and wrote the word
'slut' over her heart. And then a quick spritz of perfume.

She walked back out to her bed, it was already made.  The maids usually
came in while the girls were in the showers, make their beds and leave
their assigned outfits on their beds.  As she grabbed the box with her
outfit, she looked up and made contact with Mandy, the girl who slept in
the bed next to her.  She had a 'CS' written in lipstick on her chest.
'Cocksucker,' she either did really well at it, or gave them a hard time
when she first got here to have a specific specialization like that..
probably the latter.

Chastity opened the box, there wasn't much, but she didn't expect much
either.  She took out the thong, and slid it up her legs, she felt it
between her ass cheeks, which teased her senses, but it did cover her
chastity belt.  That in itself made her frown for just a second.  She
remembered when her sex was hers to choose, it belonged to her, now
locked away, it belonged to whoever the company gave the key to.  Next
was a pair of stockings, no garter belt necessary to hold them up.  The
shoes were ridiculously high, possibly six inch heels, chastity was a
bit concerned, but put them on.  Then the chains.  One of Mistress
Dyvia's new enjoyments.  There was a small chain, she attached it to the
inner rings of her nipple piercings.  It pulled her 'tits' together and
gave her extra cleavage.  The second chain was long, it went from her
outer nipple ring, around the back of her neck to the other outer nipple
ring, and helped lift her breasts to give her a more voluptuous
appearance.  Then lastly, a monoglove...

She looked around, everyone had a monoglove.  That was unusual, well
somewhat unusual.  But it was also bad, one person would be punished for
not coming dressed, as no girl could put on the glove by themselves.
Usually once a week, circumstances would happen so that the girls would
need others to get dressed.  And one girl was always punished.

All the girls in the room gathered in a circle, the girl who was
punished last would write a number down on her hand using her eyeliner,
we would all say a number between 1 and 14, and whoever guessed the
number she wrote on her hand, would be the girl to be punished as she
would help the last of us get dressed.  The method seemed harsh, but
there was a reasoning.  The girl who was punished last couldn't be
punished twice in a row, and as there was 15 of us, minus the girl
choosing the number left 14.  It was fair.  Chastity was lucky today.
Each of the barracks had their own way of dealing with this problem,
Chastity only knew of her room, and what her sisters/lovers did.

All the girls doubled up, and Chastity was helped into her harness by
Mandy.  She felt her arms pulled back and she slid her arms into the
monoglove.  At first it wasn't bad, but Mandy started lacing, and
tightening, then re-tightening until her shoulders felt like they were
going to pull out.  "Thank You." was all she said.  Then one of the
other free girls helped Mandy and so forth until there was only one girl
left.

It was time to leave, as they each walked past the-girl-who-would-be-
punished, each girl gave her a kiss on her cheek, and she had a
discolored cheek.  She might be punished for that because of all the
lipstick from fourteen girls, but it was their appreciation that it
symbolized.

They all walked out and walked in single file down the halls.  They were
in an office, and as they walked down the halls past the offices, they
passed several businessmen and women, some gave them amusing looks,
others didn't even seem to notice.  Chastity remembered how weird that
was the first time she walked the halls.  Each of the girls knew where
they were supposed to go.  Soon there was only three of them left.  A
hand was on her shoulder, and she was pressed face first against the
wall.

A woman's voice spoke behind her, "Slut, where are you going?"

Chastity's leg's were already spreading as she answered, "Room two-four-
six-nine, Mistress."

"Good." she answered, "Then you can make a deliver for me in "Three-
seven-zero-four?"

"Yes Mistress," Chastity replied.

A second later she heard paper rolling up, and metal being twisted and
waited for what was to come.  A silver dildo was in front of her lips.
Chastity opened her mouth, and used her tongue to make it wet.  And a
few seconds later, she felt it at her sphincter, and it was slowly
pushed in.  Was in place the woman said, "don't drop it, slut."

"No Mistress," Chastity replied.

"Good slut, now where are you taking that correspondence?"

"Three-seven-zero-four."

"Good slut, now off with you. And be sure to give it to Mr. Rogers
yourself." and she pulled Chastity off the wall and gave her a little
slap on the ass.

She hurried down the hall in the impossible heels.  She didn't want to
miss her interview, but she couldn't refuse anyone either.  She was soon
standing in front of the door she needed to, and stood.  A good
secretary would be paying attention to the camera for visitors.

A moment later the door opened. "Yes?" the secretary asked.

"I have a correspondence for Mr. Rogers, and I must deliver it to him
personally."

The secretary looked at her, and her lack of hands to hold a letter.
Then her eyes opened in realization, and stepped aside to let her in.
Chastity was convinced the secretary thought the correspondence was a
sexual favor, not that she cared what anyone thought of her sexuality,
she was a trained slut after all.

The secretary knocked on the door, and opened it, as Chastity stepped
towards it she gave her a warning, "don't speak unless he commands you
to speak."

Chastity nodded her head.  "Thank You."  And she entered.  She stopped
and said nothing, but saw Mr. Rogers getting a blow job.  She recognized
the girl, she was Anna, she left shortly after Chastity arrived and was
replaced by a girl named Marie.

The man looked at Chastity.  "What do you want?"

She took the secretary's advice and kept her mouth shut, but walked over
to the man getting his blow job, turned around and bent over exposing
her ass to him.  He saw the silver toy, an reached out to pull it out,
and as soon as he did, she stood up and turned around waiting to be
dismissed.  He held it and while she waited to be dismissed she looked
around, his desk was strangely spartan, except for a men, a letter, and
a laptop computer.  The single open letter, but she had forgotten how to
read weeks ago, sluts are trained early on not to see things like that.
Though she still understood numbers, probably because it made it easier
to report to her supervisors.  Soon he seemed to finish in the girls
mouth as she almost made a gagging like sound.

He unscrewed the bottom of the dildo, and read the letter.  He pointed
to Anna, and then to Chastity.  Anna nodded her head, stood up and
approached the nervous slut.  She smiled and her arms went around
Chastity's neck as her lips came to Chastity's.  They started kissing,
but the kiss was a bit more insidious, as Anna unloaded every drop of
Mr. Rogers cum into her mouth.

He looked at Chastity as the kiss broke, "No swallowing, but if you
happen to kiss any other sluts today, you can pass it along with the
same instructions."  Then he wrote something on a blank piece of paper,
rolled it up and put it back in the same hollow dildo and screwed the
bottom back on.  "Cocksucker come here," he said to Anna as if that were
her name, not what she just did. She complied, and he bent her over the
desk and slid it into her ass.  Dry.  "Go deliver that to Debs upstairs,
and why don't you let the slut out on your way out."

Chastity nodded her head in appreciation and left with Anna.  As they
left the office, and the secretary the door was closed behind them.
Anna looked at Chastity, "You're looking good.  You've come along way in
a short time.  To say couldn't be your interview could it?  It's too
soon?"

Chastity just nodded her head not wanting to spill her cum.  Well his
cum.. whatever.

"Well good luck sis."  She wrapped her arms around Chastity.  "I hope
you get a great assignment."  And with that Anna turned and walked in
the direction chastity originally came from.

Chastity continued toward her interview.  She looked around hoping to
see a slut who would be able to be used.  Occasionally, one of the
business men or women would want to see a couple sluts make out...  she
knew the odds were against it, and that Mr. Rogers was really just going
to get  perverse pleasure out of the fact that cum would drip down her
face and chest next time she was required to give an answer. That didn't
bother her so much, her slut training did away with most of the shame
she might have had for such things.  But a remnant from her past, the
part of her that wanted to look good for a presentation hoped that she
would find that other slut.

She did not find any, and found herself in front of room 2469.  The door
opened for her and she stepped inside.  She saw that the door was
automatic, or at least mechanical as no one was near the door when she
entered.  She passed an empty desk for an absent secretary.  And entered
a room with a woman.

"Are you Chastity?" she asked, but the look on her face, and the file on
her desk told Chastity that this woman already knew.

"Yes Mistress," she said as Mr. Rogers' cum spilled done her chin and
onto her breasts. The only sign of negativity in Chastity was her
exhale.

The woman looked at her.  "Already been used, just on the way to this
office?  You must be a good slut.  Mr. Roger's cum I presume?"

"Yes Mistress, thank you."  Thank You?  Well she did say she must be
good slut.  She was trying not to smile, but it was probably obvious to
the interviewer.

"Don't worry slut, having cum all over your chest won't reflect
negatively on you during this interview."  She looked at her paper, "I
am Patricia, you may call me 'Mistress,' though you already have." the
last part was said with a smile as she checked something off on her
paper.

Chastity made a wider smile.  "Thank You mistress!"  And then she
realized she was a little too excited on that.  "Sorry Mistress."

The woman smiled and used her hand to gesture to a chair.  "Have a seat
and we'll get started."

Chastity complied with a "yes Mistress" and sat down with her legs
spread obscenely per her training, granted she had a chastity belt on
now, but it wouldn't always be there... she hoped.

"Chastity, who was you supervising trainer?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"That will help you during this interview."  She looked back down at her
paper.  "Do you like sex?  And how do you feel about oral, anal, and
vaginal sex?"

"I love sex, I am a slut.  Nothing is hotter to me than fucking.  It
gives me purpose.  Oral sex is fun, because you can get through it
quickly, but often it can be wonderful foreplay that can last for hours.
Anal is gift.  It can be hard for untrained girls, as it feel icky, and
much like you have to go the restroom, but now its just so hot, I have
difficulty imagining saying no.  And I can't really comment on the last
part, My genitals have been in a chastity belt since my first week here.
With the exception of a clinical cleanings, it is unused... But I'd like
to think if I enjoy anal this much now, my real sex must be off the
charts from before I came here."

"How were your experiences before you came here?"

She had to think about it, "Well I never had anything in my ass before I
was recruited.  Oral sex was kinda hot, but I had little stamina for it,
three or four minutes I was done."

Patricia made some comments on her paper.  "What is your proficiency for
BDSM?"

"I am knowledgeable on the subject and enjoy it much.  I have been
restrained in very uncomfortable positions for hours at a time, and look
forward to the future on expanding that.  The Ds aspect of it, I take to
heart, and understand that I am a very submissive and slut, and try to
treat all of my superiors with the respect they have earned over me in
the eyes of the corporation.  And I can't say I enjoy pain, but I can
say that I have been conditioned to be aroused from it.  It's a love-
hate thing for me."

Patricia giggled as she wrote on her paper.  "Dyvia would do that to a
slut."  She looked up from her paper and looked her in the eyes, "How
were you recruited?"

"I had applied for a job here, entry level right out of college.  I had
ambitions of going up high.  I tried to set up another employee to take
a fall, and instead I was put into a position between being arrested, or
signing up for a reeducation program.  I picked the latter."

"Of course you did, was that a wise decision?"

"Yes.  I am very happy with my life and commitments to the corporation
and all of my masters and mistresses.  Though for the first week, I
think I was really angry, but its hard to put my mind back in that place
now.  There is nothing even remotely wrong with my life now.  Its
wonderful."

"Are you aroused right now?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Is it something we are talking about?  Or are you just always a horny
slut?"

"Well mistress, I am always horny, but I do get a bit of a sexual thrill
when I think of how mind fucked I am now."

Patricia let out a laugh, "I always get such a thrill when we interview
Dyvia's thralls.  Well that's what I like to call you, you've been so
well trained, it like you were born into this lifestyle.  But I think I
have a mistake here, How long has it been since you enrolled into the
program?"

"Ten weeks mistress."

"Ten weeks?"  Her eyes were wide.  "That is incredible.  Even for Dyvia,
I shouldn't be seeing you until your twenty-fifth week, yet she
recommended you for the interview.  Wow.  Kudos to you girl."

She blushed a bit in pride.  "Thank You mistress."

"Your welcome Slut, now tell me, why do you wear such colors in your
make up?"

"I like to wear colors that bring attention to my eyes and lips.  When
they make eye contact with me, I want them to see how much I want them
to put me on my knees and fuck me right there.  And my lips are always a
very bright or very dark color.  I want my masters and mistresses to
imagine things they could do with my mouth."

"Such as?"

"Such as fucking my mouth, having me wrap my lips around a cock, using
my tongue on a juicy pussy."

"How fast can you read?"

"I can no longer read, Mistress.  That part of my brain was altered to
retain more information on how to pleasure others."

"Good, good.  We wouldn't want any of you girls spilling one manager's
secrets to another."

"Of course not Mistress.  Sluts are here to be sexual toys of others.
We have no need for anything else."

"You do understand that most of your feeling towards sex are not
necessarily real?"  The way she said it almost sounded like it was a
question not worth asking, whether that was due to one of the sluts
previous answers, or because it was regularly asked question was not
really important.

"Of course mistress, as I said, I am a mind fucked slut.  I do depraved
things and delight in them every day."

Part of Patricia's cheek twitched as if to suppress a smile when
Chastity had mentioned 'depraved.'  "Do you understand depraved?  Do you
find them humiliating?"

"I only understand depraved through my memories, things I would have
been horrified at seeing, let alone doing, are normal for me.
Humiliation is more of a foreplay for me, I expect it, but I do not fear
it, or feel disgusted.  I know that almost seems like its not actually
'humiliation,' but Mistress wanted to make sure I understood it.

"I know this is a simple question, do you remember the name of this
corporation?"

Chastity simply shook her head, "No mistress.  I understand I applied
for the job, I remember signing my name on contract, I even remember the
letter head, but I can't remember what any of it actually meant.
Mistress Dyvia took that from my mind, and said it wasn't important, the
important things was just using my body for my superiors."

"Do you even know how to tell a superior from someone else?"

"Anyone who would use me."

"How would you know if the superior was from a rival corporation?"

Chastity looked down for a minute.  "I wouldn't know, I would have to do
what I was told."

Patricia laughed.  "Don't worry, that is the correct answer, sluts like
you are not supposed to think about business politics beyond making sure
your supervisors and our clients are well... entertained."

Chastity smiled again.  "Thank you Mistress,"

"You're welcome."  She looked down at her paper, and looked up with a
smile, "Now let me ask you this, if you worked hard for an entire month,
and we decided to give you a day off, and allow you to use any of the
corporation's resources, what would you do?"

Chastity giggled for a moment.  "Hmm, I'd be torn, I'd love a private
room with either a huge dungeon, or a room with a swimming room and sky
light, ask for like fifty people, and an orgy!" Chastity giggled again.

Patricia smiled, closed her eyes, and shook her head, that answer hadn't
surprised her.  "If I were to change your job designation from 'slut' to
a 'cocksucker' how would you feel?"

Chastity thought for a moment.  "I would be a bit disappointed most of
my body wouldn't get as much use, but I like sucking cock, so I would
look at it as an opportunity to be better at that."

"Good answer, but don't worry you won't get that designation, we like
you just the way you are."

"Thank you Mistress."

"I see you know how to wear very little, and you obviously know how to
walk well in heels, but if you were given all of the appropriate
clothes, could you function as 'eye candy' for a client or supervisor
during a social event?"

"I think I could Mistress, but only from a superficial way.  I don't
think I could hold a regular conversation any more.  But yes, I could
wear feminine clothes without a problem, and I could hand off a man or
woman's arm with ease and smile. I'd probably be self-conscious about
sitting, as keeping my legs closed or crossing them isn't really natural
with my training."

"What is your preference? Men or women?"

"I don't think I have a true preference.  I love them both equally.  So
it would really come down to individuals."

"How so?"

"Mistress Dyvia wanted me to be extremely sexual.  And so I crave sex,
being used... giving and receiving pleasure.  If it came down to a true
preference between two individuals, I think I would choose whoever would
use me more."

"So you prefer Men?  Since they are almost always willing to drop what
they are doing for sex?"

Chastity shrugged.  "if mistress says so ,it must be true, I don't think
I ever noticed a difference."

"Well I say it is so."

"Then Mistress must be right I prefer men."  she said with a smile.

"How did you feel about that before you were enrolled in the program?"

"I preferred women, the idea of sex with a man made me feel very
unaroused."

"'Unaroused?' Is that even a word?"

Chastity shrugged.  "I don't know, it just fit."

Patricia smiled, and use her hand to tell chastity to stand, "thank you
Chastity, you've done very well.

"Thank You Mistress."

The interviewer stood up, "You've been very good, Chastity, and I think
I will agree with Mistress Dyvia's recommendation to put you into an
office.  Very few are given permanent assignments in just a 10 weeks of
training.  You should be proud."

She nodded her head.  "Very Much Mistress."

"Good, then you will be assigned to room 4666. You may want to wash up
before reporting there."

Chastity nodded her head as she looked at the slightly drier cum stains
on her chest.  "Yes Mistress, I think that's a good idea as well."

"Then you are dismissed."

Chastity wasted no time.  She stood up and walked to the door.  Patricia
called out, "One last question chastity."

"Yes mistress?"

"What was your name before you were recruited?"

"Evan Loman, Mistress."

"Thank you. Now you may leave."

As she exited, the secretary was there, but neither made an attempt to
speak.  She turned left when she exited the office, she knew that her
new assignment was up two floors just by the numbers, but she still
hadn't figured out the numbering system considering they were in a
skyscraper...  Or st the very least,given the windows, they worked hard
to make it seem like one.

Chastity saw the ladies room ahead and walked in.  There was one stall
at the end being used.  She wanted to take a few paper towels and start
to clean herself off, but given the arm harness, she couldn't exactly
grab anything.  The faucets were motion sensitive, so she could at least
wash her face, or hope that another slut or really any type of service
girl would come.  She bent over and held her jaw under the faucet for a
minute, and then switched sides of her face...  Holding the funny angle
in which she was bent over she 'walked' over to the hot air dryer.

She looked at herself in the mirror and had a huge grin on her face.
Ten weeks ago, she had been taken by force, well strong-armed into it,
she swore she'd never do anything they wanted, and here she was, happy
that being such a depraved slut had gained her a permanent assignment so
quickly.

She heard the toilet flush and decided it was time to leave.  She walked
to the waste basket and through her paper towels away and caught 'her'
in the mirror.  "Mistress Dyvia?"

And Mistress Dyvia nodded as she walked to Chastity, "You are a mess."

"Yes Mistress, I was being good," she said with a smile.

"I have no doubt."  And apparently Mistress Dyvia was feeling generous
as she took a paper towel, ran it under the water and started to clean
up the slut.  "Did you get an assignment?"

Chastity was excited to hear that her first Mistress was knowledgeable
and interested in her status, "Yes Mistress!  I am actually going there
right after I leave here.  To room-"

"4666?"

Chastity stopped, "Yes, Mistress, how did you know?"  she said with the
sound of delight in her voice.

"I have eyes and ears all around here"  she said as she finished
cleaning off the sluts chest.

Mistress Dyvia smiled.  "Besides, I know you and I know... 'Chastity is
chaste to the untouched.'"

And Chastity's head seemed to swim, and her eyes rolled for a second and
she spoke, but this time her voice seemed to lack emotion, but only a
lethargic and sleepy quality to it.  "To the untouched, chastity is
needed to remain chaste."

Mistress Dyvia smiled as her prize pupil went into trance as she had
been conditioned to do.  "Are you open to your true mistress?"

"Yes."

"Good, who owns you?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Who are you loyal to?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Who must you obey before all others?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Good.  Now you were in Roger's office today?"

"Yes."

"Did you see anything on his desk?"

"Yes, a letter from John Masters agreeing to a merchandise exchange
tonight at 6pm at the 'usual' club."

"very good, Chastity." She smiled, "Now you are going to be serving a
new dominant, and you will consciously embrace this.  Consciously you
will remember me as your dominant of the past, and eagerly embrace your
dominant of the future.  But deep down, who is your true Domme?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Very Good, and you will continue to be my eyes and ears.  You will make
note of everything you hear, and you will think you are not paying
attention.  You will convince yourself it is not of your concern.  But
when you do hear something important, you will wear pink nail polish
before work.  And I will meat you here before you report to your office.
Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good girl, Now count down aloud from five, and when you reach one...
awaken."

"Five, Four, three, two, one,"

"Hello Mistress to Chastity."

She blinked a couple times, "I'm sorry Mistress, I was just thinking how
much I would love to serve you on my knees." she hoped mistress would
buy that, after all, she always was attracted to Mistress Dyvia.
Sometimes she would just space out and day dream about Mistress chaining
her to a frame of some sort and her holes while using a crop on her
ass...  She shook her head again...

Mistress Dyvia smiled, "Of course." then her eyebrow raised, "What did I
tell you would be your reward if you got a permanent assignment within
15 weeks?"

"An orgasm, Mistress?"

Mistress Dyvia nodded, her head, and reached into her purse removing a
key.  She stepped over to the bathroom and locked the door, and came
back inserting the key into Chastity's belt.  It hit the floor with a
clang.  And Mistress's hand was on her cock.  It was still working, she
could feel it rising in Mistress' hand.  And mistress pumped away, and a
moment later several streams of thick white and musky fluid streaked
across the ladies room floor.  "Don't slip, cum can be a nasty slip and
fall hazard.  We wouldn't want OSHA coming around and asking
uncomfortable questions, would we?"  She chuckled, "A shame your new
boss will have the key by morning, I could have done that for you again.
Be sure to  put your belt back on.  As I said, your new boss will have
the key by morning"  and with that Mistress left.

Chastity stood there stunned.  She knew mistress made the promise, but
she didn't think a piece of meat like herself would be so lucky as to
have a mistress keep such a promise.  But it felt so strange, ten weeks
without an orgasm, and it was over in barely a minute. Part of her
wondered if she would get in trouble.  But then again, she hadn't
reported for her new position yet, which meant that Mistress Dyvia was
still in charge of her.  But then again, she was a slut, and depraved
acts of sex was what she had been made to enjoy.

Chastity left the bathroom once her belt was back in place.. and locked.
She walked down the hall until she got to the stairs.  She knew which
floors she could be on without setting off the alarms.  And she went up
two floors and looked for a door number.  She found one, and immediately
knew what direction to walk in.  Within a couple of minutes she was
standing in front of her new assignment.

The door opened and a secretary let her in.  "Are you the new service
girl?"

"Yes, my name is Chastity."

"The boss isn't here, but left instructions."  She looked at the word
'slut' on Chastity's chest.  "Good, just what the boss requested."  she
started to undo the monoglove, "No need for this, besides you might need
both hands depending on who comes in this afternoon.

"Thank you," she replied, as she felt her tight muscles try to loosen.

"Here is your seat," she said.

Chastity's eye brows squeezed together strangely as she looked at the
small pillow the secretary was handing her.  "Thank you?"

"Yes, I'll show you your work station."  She entered the office.  "Did
you have any specialization training?"

"I was taught to be a slut, and I am told I excelled at all aspects of
the training, but I don't think I am limited by any specialization."

"Limited by specialization?  That's supposed to.. oh, never mind..."
The way she said it suggested that she almost didn't understand the
slut's view on specialization.  The girl obviously thought
specialization was not good, but specialization technically meant better
proficiency, right?  The secretary wasn't going to try and figure out
the girl's thoughts.  They stopped at the desk.  "Who was your training
supervisor?"

"Mistress Dyvia."

"Ohhh..." she said as if the slut said the wrong thing.  "If the boss
asks you, be sure to answer truthfully, but I wouldn't volunteer that,
the boss hates Bitch Dyvia.  Be sure to refer to her as that if alone
with the boss.  They hate each other, strong rivalry and such."

"Okay thanks," Chastity said with a smile.  She looked around.  "Where
is the boss?"

"Been here very little today, there is a rumor that we have a traitor,
trying to sell out to John Masters. You know who that is?"

The name was alien to her.  "no, I've never heard of him."

"Well he runs a business like ours, but his conditioning techniques
aren't as good, he wants to get his hands on some of our girls.  Maybe
some of our toys and documents, the boss thinks if he can figure out who
it is, it would be instant promotion."

"Is it, uhh.. 'bitch Dyvia?'"

The secretary laughed, "Oh that would be the best thing, but most likely
not.  She's too ambitious, and the boss thinks, if she became a traitor,
she'd do it on her own, so she didn't owe favors to outsiders."

"Wow.  I never thought of her as the kind of person who would turn on
us."

"She probably wouldn't, but the boss would love it, and would try to
take the bitch down."

Chastity smiled.  "So anyway, What about my work station?"

"Oh, yes, right over here."  She pointed to the desk, specifically under
it.  The desk had no middle panel, so a visitor could see the boss' legs
from their seat.  "Your work station is down there, you may sit under
the desk when the boss is not here.  But when the boss or a client are
in the room, you are to kneel.  If the boss' legs are open, you are to
make all attempts to use your oral abilities to please.  If the boss has
a client, you should make it a point to make your ass available for
their use.  Got it?"

"Yes, thank you!"  She took her pillow, and placed it under the desk,
and knelt awaiting her new owner.  She knew she could sit, but she
wanted to prove to her new owner how good she was and how eager she was to serve.

Birthday

By: Don Davidson

 He heard the clicking of the metal stiletto's she was wearing coming into
the room. He shook....  looking into the mirror in her walk in closet...
bathed in a pink light.

On his knees, bottom up, he could see himself, purple hair with pig
tails, smokey eyes, whitish face foundation,  plastic face harness that
made his lips into a perfect circle... all shiny pink and swollen with
with puffing permanent lipstick she had painted on them... a thin rubber
tube and inflation bulb coming out....

The pump fed a black rubber veined circumcised cock gag that was unique.
It was to help him learn, train him to keep his mouth open wide.... It
was like a balloon... a softer area was at the base.... if he bit down on
it... the pressure would cause the cock head to go deeper into his mouth
and down his throat... She had inflated it so that it just started to
tickle the back.... forcing him to hold his jaw open wide as possible.
Ear rings with bells were clamped on his ears.  She was looking forward
to the day to get him pierced... telling him it would be so much easier
than all these nasty clamps and grips she had to use to attach things to
him.

The strict pink posture collar held his head up and back. The pink
plastic sissy dress and corset covered his body except for his little
sissy titties... which she had applied clamps with bells....  Pink ball
mitts covered his hands and were attached to the front of the posture
collar with a small clip. He was on his elbows looking in the mirror.  A
short chain from the front of his collar held him down to the floor.

Face down and bottom up, he could just see the wide puffiness  of the
bottom of the sissy dress. Lots of ruffles and the diaper held it wide.
She wasn't trying to baby him with the diaper. She just didn't want to
clean up any mess. So, after the three cleansing enemas she had him
endure that morning, with the application of the inflated cock plug in
his bottom, there would be no worry about any leaks... and... he had a
humiliating rubber cock in his bottom. All covered with a clear vinyl
pantie that made a crinkling noise when he moved.  White nylons covered
his hairless legs. The rest of his body was hairless save the purple hair
on his head.

His sissy bits, as she called them, were ringed with metal rings around
the base and each little nugget... (she seemed to have a special name for
everything). Short chains went from his little nuggets to his ankles and
the pink ballet shoes locked on his ankles... He had to keep his ankles
close to his sissy bits.... This wasn't too much of a problem as he could
never walk when she was around ( or even when she wasn't around) .... he
always had to crawl. He could never stand. The highest he could be was
kneeling... crotch height. Pink knee pads were strapped on... not for his
comfort as they had little nibs on the underside. She didn't want any
scuff marks on the floor.

Under the crack at the base of the door, he could see where she was
standing... dark shadow's where her feet were. He heard the click of the
door unlocking, not that it needed to be locked. There was no way he was
going anywhere.

The door opened. He looked up at her. There she was. In all her glory.
Jet back hair in tight curls. She loved the fifties look. She always was
dressed up. Hair. Makeup. Today, smokey eyes, dark red lipstick, black
shiny satin dress to her mid thigh, black high heels, black satin finger-
less gloves with her dark red nail sharpened to a point ... holding a
long cigarette holder... smoking a long brown cigarette.

She bent over..." How's my little sweetie doing?" she asked.

"MPHHHH" he nodded. There was to be no negative responses.  He had
learned... No was not an option.  All was good. Take it all. Yes. Nod
yes. Smile if you could.

" That's good honey" she said sliding her foot in front of his face.  He
immediately lowered his bound and gagged face and put it on her stiletto,
rubbing his face against it, gently caressing it with this cheeks.

" That's good sunshine.... ready to get started? " she asked....

He looked up... saw her smiling... whimpered a bit and nodded yes. She
took a long drag on her cigarette, bent down and blew the smoke on his
face. He coughed a bit. Her long fingered nails caressed his head,
pulling on his pig tails. A slight slap to his face had him blinking.

" Did sissy go pee pee in it's diaper while waiting?" she asked. He shook
no. His earring bells tinkling.

She smiled. " That's a good little sissy." She unhooked the chain from
the collar to the floor and pulled him out of the closet. She unhooked
the ball mitts from the collar. She connected a longer leash on the
collar and led him out of the room. He didn't look up. All he could see
was the back of her feet in the stiletto's leading him out ... him
crawling on his knees, and ball mitts. The bells jingling.

Grunting a bit with each hobbled crawling step.

"Shhhhh honeybun" she said without even turning around to look at him.
Her heels clicking away in front if him.

Click. Click. Click,

He was sweating in the plastic sissy dress more. Beet red with
humiliation. The crinkling of the plastic and jingling off the bells.

Click. Click. Click.

She led him to the back door. " We're going to the garage peaches". She
yanked on the leash pulling him outside.  Crawling behind her.

Click. Click. Click.  His knees aching. His nuggets aching as he tried to
hold his ankles up.... and not yank on them. The little bells jingling as
he scooted along behind her.

It was a long single car garage. She opened the side door and pulled him
in.

" Let's have some fun today.... It's a special day for my precious...
Isn't it?"

He nodded.

Crawling in, he saw what looked like a sawhorse type thing near the back
of the garage, and what looked like a black plastic curtain hanging from
the rafters.

She "walked" him over to the back the the saw horse.  She put down her
cigarette.

" OK my wittle sweetie.... lets get you set up on this." ... She had him
scoot over and get up on his knees.  She helped him get lined up over the
length of it..... most of his body. His sissy bits and bottom were not
supported. He was still on his knees there. She connected the ball mitts
to the front legs of the saw horse.... His head was not supported either.
She went to the work bench, grabbed a cargo strap and wrapped it around
his waist and sawhorse. His titty bells hanging down on each side of the
sawhorse.  He could hear it clicking as she ratcheted it tight. She took
another strap and fed it though the back of the plastic gag strap behind
his head and fed it underneath the waist strap and pulled it tight. This
pulled the plastic face plate tighter, forcing his puffy lips out even
more and held his head up so he looked straight ahead.

It was more work not to bite down on the rubber cock gag and prevent the
cock head from going down his throat.

As his arms were bare, she took black duct tape and wrapped them from the
wrists above the ball mitts to the legs of the sawhorse to past the
elbows.  Not really needed.... but she liked the look.

"Comfy?"  Not really, but he nodded yes as was expected.

"Now, let get to work on princess's other end."

He heard her clicking behind him. He felt her pull up the bottom of the
sissy dress and ruffles and pin it up. He felt her undo the snaps on the
plastic panties and pull them off, exposing his diaper."

"Now lets see if my sweetness was fibbing about not making pee pee."

He felt her pulling off the diaper and exposing his sissy bits. She
touched the front of the diaper and checked it....

" Nice... my little gurly gurl didn't go pee pee... but looks little a
little sissy juice leaked out." She smiled and put the diaper on the
floor near his head.

"Let's check your sissy bits" she said.  The chains on his nuggets were
there... still all connected.... his pissy stick was engorged and red.

"Oh oh. Precious has an angry little stiffy...." She walked to his head
and tapped his cheek. " Naughty Naught sissy. We'll have to take care of
that in a bit."

She walked to the bench, took a long deep drag on the cigarette holder,
held the smoke in and slowly exhaled. Smiling, she put it down again and
went to a drawer and took out two small black straps.

"We have to get those legs up and out of the way."  She clicked behind
him and he felt his left ankle being pulled up and to the side and the
strap was connected to the ring on the ballet boot. She fed it through
the waist strap and connected it.... It also had a ratchet on it... he
heard a couple of clicks as his leg was pulled up and off the floor. She
repeated the process for the other leg. She slowly ratcheted each leg
back and out... as far as the nugget chains would allow.  He was grunting
with each click.

" Sh Sh Sh SHHHH rose petal.... " patting his head.

She ratcheted the waist belt a few more clicks.... then went back and had
another long satisfying drag on her cigarette.... finishing it... butting
it out.

"Now pumpkin.... since it's your 21st birthday.... you get 21 spanks....
Won't that be great?"

He whimpered... but nodded yes as best he could considering how his head
was restrained.

"So, we'll have a record of this, I have a couple of camera's I'm going
to set up.... isn't that wonderful? " He nodded.

She rolled out two camera's on tripods. One she positioned behind him,
one in front of him, looking at him squarely at his face. " This is so we
can record your reaction to each birthday gift your getting.  Nice of me,
isn't it?"

He nodded.

"So, because this is such a .... special day.... I'm not going to spank
you with my hand.... "

She clicked over to the bench and picked up a long paddle and showed it
to him. He whimpered. " See sweetie... I bought this just for this
special day. Just for my darling sissy."  She rolled a large mirror in
front of him. He could see his humiliating position and what was
coming....

She patted him on the head and walked behind him, her heels clicking on
the concrete...

" Ready sunshine?"  Without waiting for a response, she raised the paddle
and brought it down on his helpless butt cheek.

He winched... grunted, bit down on the cock gag sending the rubber cock
head deep into his throat... he groaned, coughed, squirmed and teared
up.... The bells jingling as he squirmed. Titty bells pulling down.

"MPHHHHH"

She quickly scooted to head head and bent over .... " Oh peaches.... you
have to keep your mouth open.... please be careful."

She clicked behind him.....

WHACK.... "MPHHHHHHHH" again... another self gagged squirm session.

She clicked over to his head again....

" This might help.... try to moan loudly into the gag... We're in the
garage... no one is going to hear my princess.. and it will be easier to
keep that sissy mouth open and not squeezing on the rubber cock." She was
nodding as she was saying this...

He nodded back.

She clicked behind him....

WACK... " MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMP"

"There .... that's better." She said smiling.  " I love the sound you
make."

WACK.... "MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"Only 17 more to go...."

Over the next 1/2 hour, she administered the final 17 birthday presents
for his bottom. It was a dark red. She clicked in front of him, caressed
his cheek and smiled lovingly.

"I'll be back in a few minutes and we can get started on more of your
birthday presents." He whimpered as she clicked out of the garage,
closing the door behind her.

His bottom was burning. Legs and arms were aching. Nuggets aching. Jaw
aching. But even with all that, his sissy stick was stiff and dripping...
and he needed to pee badly... something impossible to do with an
erection.... He tried squirming... but there was no where to get any
slack... no movement.

About a half hour later, or so, he heard her clicking back. The side
garage door opened and she clicked in.  She still wore the same black
satin outfit, but had on a long white rubber apron and black latex
gloves.

She clicked behind him.

"Oh oh... precious's sissy stick is still angry..."

She bend down and touched it with her gloved hand....

His head swooned with the contact. She clicked over and grabbed the
diaper and clicked back..... placing it on the floor directly underneath
his downward pointed sissy bit.

"Now pumpkin....try not to make sissy cummies.... understand.... I'm
going to rub this for three minutes.... and no cummies or I'll be
disappointed... "

He nodded... but then... her warm latex covered hand pulled the skin
tight.... and and firm pumping motion sent him into a dream world where
his head started to spin... he never felt the spasms ... only a tingling
from the base of his back up to his head... his eyes closed as the orgasm
washed over him... and he could feel the rubber cock going down his
throat and the rubber cock in his bottom.... he screamed into the gag as
his goo shot all over the diaper.....

"Let it all out princess... let it go... be the sissy .... accept being a
sissy..... cock in your mouth and bottom."

She held it firmly for a couple of minutes.... it started to shrink down
a bit....

"You can make pee pee's now if you need to... just pee onto the diaper."
she smiled taking her gloves and apron off.  He head spinning and with
her watching, looking down on him, he was able to relive his badder onto
the diaper... all in front of her... blushing in humiliation....

"Well my little peaches... I'm  little disappointed... but I have
something for a naughty sissie who made cummies when told not too.. be
right back. " She clicked out of the garage and came back hold something
behind her.

"Next birthday present." She smiled and showed him a small pink box with
a bow.  She held it in front of his face, pulled off the bow and took the
lid off the box.

In it, was a pink plastic chastity tube..... "I told my sweetness not to
make cummies... but... pumpkin made a mess... so...I hope my gurly gurl
enjoyed the cummies... sissy won't be having any for a long time."

She clicked behind him... he could feel her fiddling with his sissy bits,
putting the ring behind his nuggets, easing the tube over his now soft
sissy stick.... adjusting the pins, tightening it up... then.... the
click of the lock....

He whimpered...

" Aw precious... sissies don't need sissy sticks all up and causing
problems... it's for the best."

She looked at her watch....

"Almost time for your next present." She clicked around behind him.  He
could hear her moving somethings around... and the black plastic curtain
was being moved.  She draped it over him at the waist strap and brought
it underneath him so he could see anything behind him. She moved the
camera behind him and put it into the position she wanted. It looked
right at his bottom, which was up, framed with the pick sissy dress and
ruffles, high heels, legs pulled apart.. bottom blazing red.... and a
plug between his cheeks.....

She positioned a laptop on a chair in front of his face and turned it
on.... The image that popped up was the camera that was looking at his
bottom. She was smiling. " I wouldn't want my honey bun to miss this... "

And then..... he heard the garage door opener kick in and the big door
opening... His helpless bottom facing the door. He grunted a bit... not
thinking... bit down on the cock gag and the head popped down for a
second.... he squirmed...

"My My, aren't we getting all excited... and sissy gurl doesn't even know
what her present is..."

She stood up as a vehicle pulled into the garage and the door closed. She
walked behind the plastic curtain... her heels clicking. He heard the
vehicle door open and someone got out... more clicking of her heels...

He heard her say something to the person... he wasn't sure what it was...
something like "Thank you for doing this." and possibly response of "No
problem, I'm glad you asked me... " It was a man's voice.

He felt her hand on his red bottom, and could see it on the monitor.  He
heard the man say something like "Sweet."

Looking on the monitor, he could see her hand on the plug valve and felt
it deflating... then, she eased it out. He couldn't hear was she was
saying, but then she clicked to his side of the curtain... rolled a stool
near his head, sat down... and slowly caressed it...

"Now my little poopy-doo.... this is another gift.... for my princess to
really be my special sissy gurl... she needs man cock in her... and real
man juice.... "

He squirmed.... she grabbed his jaw..... "Look at the monitor." She
squeezed his jaw more.  What he saw was a man, from the waist down, very
shiny, almost vinyl like black pants at his bottom.  Slowly, he unzipped
himself.... and eased his man cock out... circumcised and erect.....

"See peaches... that's a man cock.... and it's going in you.... to make
you a sissy."

Whimpering... he watched.... he felt the leather covered hands on his but
cheeks, pealing them open... exposing his bottom. The cock head at his
rose bud..... slowly starting to push in...

"MPHHHHH" The bells jingling.......

"Honey bun.... you're doing fine... don't be nervous.... just relax." She
was caressing his head.... calm soothing voice...

The shaft went in deeper.... " The first one is always the toughest." she
smiled... He could see it going in deeper... filling him up.... man cock
in his bottom.... He bit down on the cock gag... coughed a bit...

"Sweetie... mouth wide... you can moan loudly....that'll help."

MMMMMMMPHHHHH

He felt it all the way in... his eyes wide... moaning into the cock
gag.....

Then felt it moving out.... and back... and forth and back and forth....
grunting... bells jingling....

She was caressing his cheeks.... " All most there my little princess....
man cum is coming," He could feel the cock engorging even more... it's
heat filling his bottom... then he heard moaning a huge grunt and felt
the spamming in his bottom...  he blushed with humiliation knowing he was
being bred... filled with man cum... The cock was slowly being pulled
out....

She gently patted his head.... " There sweetie.... all done ..... you're
officially my little pansy now." She got up and walked behind the
curtain.... She eased the plug back in his bottom and inflated it. "
Don't want anything to leak out." she said.

He saw the man back away, muffled voices and the garage door opening. The
vehicle left. She pulled back the curtain.

She clicked back to him.... caressing his face. " Well, I bet my little
gurly gurl feels different now, doesn't she." He nodded....

He squirmed a bit.... she patted his head... like a puppy....

"One more birthday surprise sunshine..."

He whimpered. She picked up the soggy diaper wet with his goo and pee pee
and put it back on him. It was cold and humiliating. She then put the
plastic panties over them, closing the snaps. Over that, she took another
strap. fed it between his legs and to the waist strap and ratcheted it
tight, pulling the sodden mess tight to his crotch.  She pulled down the
ruffles and sissy dress and straightened it out.

"Back in a few minutes" she smiled and left him like that in the garage.
A few minutes later, she came back with a cocktail and her cigarette
holder re-loaded.  Black leather gloves on her hands.  She lit the
cigarette, red lips lovingly sucking on the holder.

She clicked over to him. " Now, my little precious sweetie, it's been a
wonderful morning....  a nice bath, and cleaning inside and out, and lots
and lots of presents from me and that nice man... all helping my gurly
gurl be the sissy I want her to be... but there is one more thing you
need....."

She took a sip of her drink. "to really be the sissy I want you to be....
I've arranged a little party for you."

The garage door opened again.  This time, with the black plastic curtain
open, he could see the vehicle om the mirror .  It was a van backing in.
She was caressing his head.  He squirmed and grunted.

"Oh honey bun... you'll do just fine...." she smiled as four men in
leather got out of the van, all wearing masks. One opened the back doors
of the the van and they all walked to each of the legs of the sawhorse
and lifted him up off the floor. Bells jingling.  He squirmed a little as
they set it on the floor of the van and attached some straps to hold it
there...

She clicked over.... caressed his face lovingly... smiling.... "You see
sweetie... to really be my sissy pansy... you have to learn to please man
cock... it's one thing to just lay there and have man cock in your
bottom... but you need to learn to use your mouth properly.... "  She
took another drag on her cigarette holder....

"Now honey bun.. I've done all that I can do for you for now... the
rubber cock gag was to help you to earn to keep your mouth wide open...
and cock head down the throat... but there is no substitute for the real
thing.  These nice men will help you with that... " He was grunting into
the gag... squirming... pleading with puppy dog eyes...

She patted his head. She planted a lipstick kiss on his forehead. The men
got into the front of the van.

"Happy birthday sweetheart.... Make your mother proud."

'MPHHHHHH"

She closed the doors on the van and it pulled away...

She closed the garage door and walked out the side door... closing it,
taking another drag on her smoke and a sip of her drink... she whistfully
thought to her self....

"Ahhh.... they grow up so fast..." and clicked into the house.....

The end.

12 November 2016

The Laundry Day



by: strangefun






WARNING: This story contains graphic depiction of depraved sexual acts, sisification, sexual abuse, humiliation and torture. Read at your own discretion! I always loved to hate the Laundry Day. You may ask, "What is a big deal? Just load the washing machine, throw the clean stuff into the dryer and fold!" Yes, in normal household that would be it. But in my case, the Washing Machine is not washing clothes. It is torturing my bound, sealed in latex form while I wash all the kinky, soiled things and toys from the week before. This Laundry Day began with me waking up, horny and frustrated as usual, in a very uncomfortable and humiliating situation, but I'll come back to that later. After being released from my "pajamas", trembling with anticipation of the long, torturous and humiliating day, I take a shower and shave fresh all over. After I am dried and powdered, a thick latex full-body cat suit is stretched over my smooth form, compressing me, covering every inch of my skin in white, shiny, intoxicatingly smelling second skin. The thicker-than-usual latex limits my moments, and after the addition of the heavy latex waist cincher, makes bending difficult. The hood with open eyes, nose holes and mouth is a part of the suit, so are the gloves and socks. Heavy latex posture collar holds my head rigidly up. I am completely covered in heavy latex sans my crotch and ass, leaving my straining penis hand freely. Well, not really freely, since it is encased in tiny, tight, hard plastic cage. Being constantly sexually teased and abused for the past week and not being allowed to cum has turned me into a whimpering, horny sissy slut, eager to do anything, perform any degrading and humiliating act, take anything and beg for more without even a promise of release. My favorite state of being.... The cat suit zippers are hidden under the corset, and the corset itself is locked - there is no way I can take any of it off, and the knee-high, super-stiff white patent ballet boots that go on my feet next are locked as well. Reinforced and double-layered patent holds my feet pointing vertically down, making walking an insanely sexy-looking torture - it took me a long time on the treadmill with my hands bound in a tight sleeve behind me and a thick, "confortable" rope secured above with the other end snuggled around my neck to catch me if I stumble. I am now quiet proficient. My hands are then secured behind my back and a ring gag is inserted between my teeth, keeping my mouth wide-opened. My Owner enjoys leaving me no choice when He abuses me - and it suites me well. I don't want any choice; being just a piece of kinky, fuckable meat, used for somebody else's pleasure and amusement is my biggest turn-on, and today I'll get plenty of that. Than, I am given my humiliating breakfast. Made to kneel between His legs, my throat is unceremoniously pulled over His long, thick cock, and I am riling between His legs as my face is impaled on it, my head held by His strong hands, slowly pulling me over His cock, feeling the bulbous head entering my throat, deeper and deeper, stretching it, cutting off my air, until my latex-covered nose is flattened against His stomach. He amuses himself for a while holding it in, making me gag constantly and suffocating me, watching me suffer between His legs, than fucks my face, slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of His cock's bulbous head sliding through my gagging throat, than fast, fucking my throat deep and hard, taking His time, slowing down so not to cum too quickly and prolong my suffering humiliation, speeding up again, and, finally, grabbing my head and impaling me completely on his raging morning erection, burying my face in His stomach and cumming right into my stomach, saving the last spray to spit it out of His cock all over my latex face, aiming for my eyed and nose. Than, inserting His still hard cock back in my throat He rests, letting it deflate there - I feel it slowly shrinking inside me, creeping back up my throat towards my mouth, and, once there, delivering another bit of torturous humiliation I crave so much - flooding my helplessly-opened mouth with his acrid morning piss - and I know to swallow every disgusting, humiliating drop. So, with my eyes tearing from gagging and intense humiliation, I swallow and swallow, my mouth and nose filled with the disgusting taste and smell that I came to hate, love and crave so much... Being used as a bound, choiceless urinal had always drove me crazy - such intense level of humiliation is almost too much to bear. Riling impaled on His cock, feeling my stomach filling up, smelling His piss and not being able to resist in any way makes my horniness go to mind-paralyzing frenzy, and I am on the verge of passing out from sensory overload, and intense humiliation, swallowing, gagging, crying, feeling my imprisoned cockette press uncomfortably against the tiny cage... The acrid stream turns in to a trickle, and, finally stops. He pulls His cock out of my mouth and wipes it on my latex face as I swallow the last drops, shaking on my knees between His legs. This is only the beginning... Two inflatable rubber penis-shape dildoes are inserted into me, one into my well-used face pussy, another into my well-used ass, and inflated generously, so I can barely moan from the pressure inside my ass. The bulbs are removed, so now I have no way to deflate either one of them by myself. My cheeks are bulging under the tight latex and my ass is stretched around overinflated cavity... I should hate this torture, this degradation, I tell myself, but my compressed penis is pushing against its tiny cage, betraying my suffering... I want more! My hands are than freed, and, with his cum drying on my face and its, latex and urine smells and tastes filling my senses, I am set teetering on my ballet heels around the house, moaning and panting, to gather all the used clothes and toys, bringing them to the laundry room, where the Washing Machine stands. Every time I gingerly walk into the Laundry Room, gracefully balancing on my ballet heels, carrying a few things I can grab with my thick-latex- covered fingers, I tremble at the sight of an evil-looking metal contraption I am about to become a part of. As I mentioned before, the Washing Machine does not wash clothes. I wash everything by my latex-covered hands, while the insidious contraption makes the process torturous for me and entertaining for my audience. The Washing Machine stands in a middle of a large laundry room. There is a pole, attached to a heavy platform on the floor and a pivoting short horizontal beam at the crotch-level top. A ratcheting cuff is welded on the front, and a hinged, long, thick, widening at the bottom black dildo with penny-sized bumps, ominously sticking up in the back. As I stand over it, the ratcheted cuff is closed tightly just behind my chastity cage, and my body is strapped to a curved metal arm attached through the hinge to the beam between my legs. It goes up along my back with metal bands tightly encircling my compressed waist, chest and neck, holding me rigidly in. The heavy steel collar on the top of the arm hosts the contraption holding a long, semi-flexible silicone dildo inserted into my mouth, held open by a ring gag, just enough to touch the back of my throat when I stand straight. After I am fully secured, the bumpy monster between my legs in slowly inserted into my filled with lubricant ass, keeping me standing on my ballet heels trying to keep it going in further – the base of it widened to a size just beyond the physical capabilities of my hole, and I moan and cry into the dildo in my mouth, feeling every bump going in, getting wider, going deeper, invading me, stretching me... It is so inescapable, I cannot move away more than I already am, and it is pushed in all the way and that locked to the curved, hinged metal lever, cleverly attached to the pivoting base... I am now fully impaled on my ass, yet the dildo on my mouth is just slightly pushing against the back of my throat. When I have to bend, however, things change. Both dildos are ingeniously hinged in a way that when I have to bend, the pivoting joints and levers pull the bottom dildo out of my stretched ass, while pushing top one in, down my throat – the further I bend, the further the bottom one is pulled out of my suffering ass while inserting the top one deeper into my gagging throat, and since I am standing on the ballet heels, and the sinks in front of me are at the normal waist level, I have to bend far and deep. Everything around me is cleverly designed so I have to bend and turn for every task I need to do, for every piece of clothing or a toy that I have to wash, and since the bumpy monster in my ass does not rotate, I had to turn around it, feeling every bump along the way. Another torturously clever thing about the Washing Machine was that it can only be turned to the side when I stand up straight, so every task for every item I had to wash involved a lot of bending, straightening and turning. A marvel of kinky, torturous engineering. He is sitting, watching my slender, shiny, white latex-clad figure teeter around the house in those torturous, sexy ballet boots, bringing the items to the laundry room and placing them in the large basket, which sounds much easier than it really is. Ballet heels, corset and the posture collar means that I have to kneel to pick up every thing, straining against the thick, tight latex, moaning from the pressure of my overly inflated penis dildo inside my ass into the overly inflated penis gag in my mouth. And all the sweat, drool, cum and piss-covered latex suits, gags, hoods, pantyhose, panties, playsuits, dresses, leotards, swim suits, plugs and dildos are all over the place, so I have to walk and crawl all over the house to gather them. Having only my latex-covered hands to carry them takes a lot of walking around the house, and, sealed in my tight latex, filled to the almost unbearable brink on the inside and compressed to almost unbearable level on the outside, I am pushing through with my task under the satisfied gaze of my tormentor, knowing that there is no way for me to avoid it, shorten it or make it in any way easier. Every time I bring another armful of kinky items to the laundry room, I am faced with the instruments of my impending and inevitable sexual torture, and I both dread it and yearn for it... I am finally done gathering all the stuff that needs washing, and given a short break, consisting of kneeling down between my captor’s legs and gagging on His penis, inserted all the way down to his balls into my throat. He takes his time, letting my legs rest a bit (such a caring man!), and, after about half an hour of slowly sliding his dick back-and- forth inside my throat, deposits another cumload into my mouth and on my latex-covered face, smearing the smelly goo all over my second skin, making sure it gets into my hose and eyes, making me feel so wonderfully low... Than, getting me back on my super-kinky ballerina toes, He leads me to the Laundry Room. He makes me step over the center beam pulling me by my chastity cage, and locks the welded cuff tightly around my already locked privates, just behind the cage. The tight metal band around my tiny corseted waist is locked next, than the one around my flat chest and finally, the neck, gripped by the posture collar. The dildo is inserted past my cum-covered lips, held open by the ring gag, just to the back of my throat, but not in it. With the loud hiss the plug in my ass is deflated and for the moment I feel relief as it slides freely out of me and is thrown on the top of the dirty pile, but only for a moment. I feel a generous amount of cool- feeling lubricant squirted inside, than the dreaded bumpy dildo’s tip fills the void inside me as it is slowly pushed in. I feel every bump going in, moaning in torturous pleasure. Since I am standing vertically up, it has to be pushed in all the way to be attached to the Machine, and my tormentor takes no small amount of pleasure pushing it in, listening to my whimpering moans above him. It is so big and thick and long and bumpy! It fills me completely, past my tolerance point, and I desperately want to bend forward to get some relief, but the Washing Machine is still locked, and I suffer and endure, crying and moaning into the silicon dildo in my mouth. I finally hear the click of the bottom dildo being attached to the lever. Than I feel him fiddling with my chastity cage, and I know what he is doing. He is attaching the wires to the terminals of the contact pads inside the cage, on both sides of my poor, starved for attention penis’s head. The Washing Machine is ready. I am standing on the toes of the ballet boot, impaled ona giant bumpy monster. To the left of me, just below the waist level, there is a large basket full of soiled kinky stuff. In front of me, a sink with warm soapy water. To the right of me, there is an empty sink for rinsing and the basket for the clean kinky stuff. Standing in my ballet boots, fully impaled of the huge bumpy dildo and feeling another one in my mouth, am anxiously waiting to be tuned on, so I can begin my torturous and humiliating chore. First electric pulse shooting through the super-sensitive head of my imprisoned penis almost makes me jump, if that was possible. Instead, I just squeal into the dildo in my mouth, as other pulses follow – the Washing Machine is on... moaning with every jolt, I turn to my left making small steps with my ballet heels until I hear a click – I can bend now, and eager to relieve the enormous discomfort in my ass, I bend forward. As I lean my body forward, moving the metal harness encircling my upper body forward with the ratcheting sound and activating the levers, the bumpy invader in my ass starts to slide out, providing torturous but long-awaited relief, but at the same time the dildo in my mouth is pushed in by the same clever levers, entering my throat, traveling down my face fuckhole in unison with the bumpy monster being pulled out of my ass by the same action. The assault on the senses the double action is overwhelming, momentarily overshadowing even the electrical impulses shooting through the most sensitive part of my body, and I have to master all my strength to stay up on my ballet boots. I forget why I am bending, dazed by the simultaneous opposite penetration. The long dildo entering my throat quickly replaces the horny moans with gagging, it is going deeper and deeper as I am bending forward, and, as the telephone pole is pulled out of my quivering ass, the bumps on the dildo make me feel every one of them passing through my sphincter. I have to bend deep - the ratcheting mechanism would not release and allow me to strengthen back up until I bend all the way forward, inserting all twelve inches of the dildo into my throat, and, delirious with overstimulation, I keep bending forward, impaling my throat on the long thick dildo, feeling my ass being turned inside out by retreating bumpy monster. A click announces the release of the ratchet, ant it takes me a moment to remember what I need to do – with my throat fully impaled on a twelve- inch dildo and my sphincter contracting round the groove below the bumpy monster’s head, I grab the one of the items on the top of the pile – a pair of heavy-latex shorts with a hood attached to the crotch by the hood mask’s mouth, and the memories of the previous night spent bound with those shorts zipped tight around His ass and that hood zipped tightly around my head, His entire exhausted package stuffed in my ring-gagged mouth. I was literally His dick holster, and He did not have to get up to pee in the middle of the night either... I felt myself blushing under the latex, and, with the need to breathe getting more urgent, I start to straighten up, feeling the dildo being pulled out of my stomach, as the widening pole starts it’s torturous journey back all the way in, pushing its bumps through my sensitive ass, filling it once again, making me dizzy with horniness, as eclectic shocks zip through my penis... such an exquisite torture, and I haven’t even started washing the first item... As I straighten up, the top dildo is leaving my throat and I can moan again, as I am slowly, torturously and fully impaled on the bottom one by my own action. Hearing the click and moaning from the unbearable fullness in my ass, I turn on my ballet toes towards the soapy-water sink. Click – and, taking a deep breath, holding the cum and piss-stained latex garment, I begin to bend forward, repeating the impalement of my throat and once again feeling every bump on it’s way out of my perpetually abused ass. Bent forward, throat fully impaled, I wash the kinky garment with my latex fingers, knowing that if I start straightening up sooner that thirty seconds, I’ll receive a nasty shock to my privates, but since there is no clock, I have to count slowly to thirty, which is, in my position, is especially torturous. I wash the various dried body liquids out of all the nooks and crannies of the supple latex gaarnment, struggling to keep the count with my throat spasming around the dildo and my feet straining and cramping inside those beautiful, torturous ballet boots. When the count is over and my lungs are burning from the lack of air, I start straightening back up, repeating the gagging pulling of the long cock out of my throat, feeling it’s head travel through my deep face pussy and impaling my ass once again on the bumpy construction cone. Click. Moan. Bend. Gag. Rinse. 28... 29... 30... Straighten up. Click. Shake. Drop the clean item in the basket. Long turn back towards the big, smelly pile. Click. Repeat. Every single thing I wash requires this torturous process repeated over and over again... I am in sexy hell, or torturous heaven, either way, impaled, shocked, suffocated, cramped, I am delirious with humiliation, shame, discomfort, and insane, all-consuming horniness... I know he is watching me. He is not alone – there are cameras, staring at me with the eyes of dozens loyal perverts watching my struggle live on the internet from different angles, and that thought makes me even hornier. They will have their fun with me later, when I am bound, splayed, moaning, screaming, begging to stop doing the things they have came up with to make me moan, scream and beg... But that’s later. Now... Now, every time I straighten up, the dildo in my mouth is pulled out of my throat, and every time I begin to bend, it is inserted anew, making every insertion feel as torturous as the first one. Every time I bend, the bumpy dildo in my ass is pulled out until only the narrower head remains inside, and every time I straighten up it is inserted fully inside, making every insertion feel as torturous as the first one. My gagging, gasping for air moans are picked up by a sensitive microphone and transmitted along with multiple viewing angles of my latex-covered, bound and tortured form to the world. The dirty pile on the left is very slowly getting smaller, the clean wet pile on the right is slowly getting bigger, as I am getting more and more exhausted and delirious with overstimulation. I haven’t’ cum in a week, a week of constant sexual use and abuse, I so want to cum, I will die if I don’t cum, I cannot take this any more, please let me cum... Please... The mechanized torture goes on for eternity. As I get tired and more hysterical, I cannot keep count, and cannot even scream with my throat fully impaled on the dildo when I try to straighten up before thirty seconds pass and a painful shock is delivered to my poor dickie’s little pink head, and I trash in my bonds, racked with humiliating pain, hearing the pings of flooding comments from my invisible audience. The part of the entertainment they’ve been waiting for is beginning! I know that I have no choice but to finish my torturous, humiliating, degrading task and I push through, impaling my throat and my ass in turn several times for every little thing I have to wash, and there are so many of them! In a haze, legs shaking, hands trembling, ass and throat repeatedly invaded, penetrated, stretched, emptied and invaded again, moaning, gagging, crying, I turn, and bend, and straighten, and turn, and bend, and endure, passionately loving every torturous, humiliating second of this! Loving being part of that ingenious, evil torture device, loving the tightness of my outfit, the forceful penetration of my throat by the dildo, the impaling of my ass, the smell of latex, cum and piss filling my nostrils, loving being watched by a virtual crowd of loyal perverts, loving being an abused sissy fuckdoll! And when the last kinky thing is rinsed and placed in the clean bin, totally spent and exhausted, I feel almost sorry that there are no more things to bend for. I stand moaning and sobbing, my ass fully impaled on a giant bumpy monster, waiting to be released for a short break before my next task – hanging the cleaned items outside on the clothe line to dry, out in the back yard, exposed to the world in my submissiveness and humiliation... I wander, what will I be doing during the break?

25 October 2016

Fair's fair

By: Bea

Yes Evelyn I can see that you're surprised! Changed days, huh? I just figured I'd use Joe to serve us all today – sort of surprise you girls – you know?
Not quite Mr. Macho man in that pretty apron is he?
Yes. I know EXACTLY when and why it started. He'd been acting like the Lord of the Manor, telling me to do this – do that – just like he'd been doing since we got married – and me falling for it. Getting all worked up when he'd be out with the boys and come home drunk – and I THINK he was even running around on me . . Typical macho husband!
Oh positively Shannon! He may look like a little pansy at the moment – but he definitely is heterosexual. No question about that. None at all . .. Not what you would call 'great' in bed – but helped to pass the time now and then. (Giggle)
Like I said? He was running around with the boys, up to all sorts of nonsense – even made me cry when I'd cook a nice dinner for him – and he wouldn't even call. Come in all drunk and ignore ALL that I had done for him! Mean with money too! Controlled all of the money too! Had all that money his parents left him – had that silly little job where his secretary did all of his work! Lazy? Not the word for it! Spoiled rotten! Always moaning about me doing some nice shopping and my spending – can you IMAGINE? I'd buy something nice and sexy – to please HIM – and he'd just bitch, bitch, bitch!
Okay! Evelyn! I can stay on the subject. It was Dolores here – yes you Dolores with your sexy Latin husband that got me started. Yes! Remember that time I was admiring that gorgeous diamond ring you'd just got – and you told me your secret? How to manipulate a husband in one easy lesson? Just pretend to demean your man's masculinity – get him to be mean to you? Then cry and sniffle a lot about how MEAN he is to you? Maybe hold back your affection – or be cold? Then (giggle) he'd buy you something nice to apologize?
Well, I wanted this Ruby pendant – but knew that mean old Joe here would never go along with it – maybe it WAS a little pricey – but I figured that it might be well worth time spent if I could get him to buying me that pendant for being mean to me. (Yes Joe! Our drinks need freshening! Get to it!)
As I was saying? He'd come in one night. Not as late, nor as drunk as usual – but I'd made up my mind to try – so I started nagging at him right away. Called him all sorts of names. Have to admit that I was surprised. It was the first time I'd ever raised my voice to him, other than complain. But he just got this sulky look on his face – and STOOD there! Then I started calling him a pansy and a faggot! Told him how he wasn't a REAL man in bed!
Yes Dolores – that's what I said – and he just sort of cringed. Didn't raise a hand – not even his voice! I couldn't believe it! He started to walk away from me – like a coward! So (she shrugs) I followed him from the hall into the kitchen! I saw some dirty dishes sitting there that I hadn't washed yet. Told him that if he wanted his dinner he'd better EARN it – to go and wash those dirty dishes!
Yeah Shannon. Every word is true! I can't believe my eyes! He goes and starts DOING the dishes immediately!
Yes Dolores! A man – MY husband – doing dishes – like a woman! No, I can't even think of what your husband would do – but I ain't finished yet! I see this little frilly apron there that I keep for show when we have visitors. So I pick it up – and throw that at him. Tell him if he's a woman in bed – he may as well look like one in the kitchen! And his eyes get this big round way and he tells me he can't wear an apron.
What did I do Evelyn? I got to be honest. I was so confused? Almost listened to him! But I could see that my little plan wasn't going to work and must admit that I got a little mad! I just slapped him! Told him to stop behaving like a nattering woman and put his apron on! I’ll swear that a few tears came into his eyes but he put that apron on! Got all apologetic on me when I sneered at him for not being able to tie a pretty bow at the back – ended up standing there all shy and demure while I tied him into it!
No, I'm not kidding! I ended up making him do the dishes? THEN I made him serve up the dinner! Even teased him by calling him 'girly' a few times. But I was really too confused to do anything much more. Started thinking that he was probably a lot drunker than he looked.
But the next day? He didn't say a word – just looked all shy. Yes Dolores – he could hardly look me in the eye. So know what I did? A couple of things! Took him gently by the hand and had him admit that he's been very naughty! Yes, can you imagine a grown man admitting THAT? Saying he should help more about the house! Needed aprons to do it!
I've always been a sucker for those old aprons that they had back in the fifties – you know, like Lucy used to wear? I remembered this retro store on the Internet – and had my little sweetie stand by me at the computer. As luck would have it there were three aprons there. That's one of them he's wearing now! Isn't it lovely on him?
Then? The most IMPORTANT thing! I went out and bought that Ruby pendant! When I brought it back I could tell that he wanted to say something – but he didn't – so I had him put it on for me! Around my neck! The little dear finally choked when I had him say how nice I looked! But he said it – and got all red when I kissed him and said how generous he was!
To tell the truth? I thought I'd get the little pansy to argue with me when I made him get the place ready for you girls – but here he is now – in one of his pretty aprons, and at our` beck and call.
What am I gonna do with him Evelyn? Haven't really figured it out. Can't see that there IS much.
* * *
Well girls? It's been a week since you were here. See any difference in Mia?
Oh – I forgot. That's what I call my little Joe now. Joe was FAR too masculine a name for a little sissy – don't you think? I feel that Mia is far more suitable. More feminine – like he's getting all the time.
Oh Shannon? That all you see – that he has another nice apron on? Didn't you see his nice makeup when he answered the door and took your coats?
Oh. Yes. I guess it was dark in the hallway. Never thought of that. But now that he's out here in the light, you going to tell me you don't see a difference? I know that his hair isn't that long yet – but don't you see the difference in styling? Don't you think that a little lipstick looks good on him?
Me? I don't remember what brought it on. Remember last time we spoke I couldn't think what to do with him? I got to thinking about something he said a whole bunch of times. Used to sneer at how us women made ourselves nice for our men. Went to all that trouble to make ourselves attractive! Started to laugh as I thought how great it would be if he started to make himself look nice for ME! Got a little taste of what we women go through!
Don't you dare laugh Evelyn! I know that you’re a lesbian and all that stuff – so you don't have to go through all that crap that us NORMAL women go through for our men. We just tolerate you because we all liked you BEFORE you came out of the closet. (Laughs). I'm talking for myself, Shannon, and Dolores – NORMAL women who worry about our looks! Not you! Masculine thing that you are! Even though I have to admit how attractive you are!
But Dolores? With you being an ex-beauty salon operator? Would you look at his eyebrows? To my mind, they're all wrong. I was going to pluck them myself – but seeing you were coming, I thought I'd get your opinion.
Oh! I can see what you're getting at! I would have done them all wrong! Would you like to pluck them for me? Don't be silly – he won't mind, will you Mia? Oh stop that whimpering! It won't hurt as much as that wax job you had the other day! Don't you want to be pretty for me? (giggle)
Goodness gracious! Will you listen to those little squeals he's making! Sounds like the noises he made when I laced him into his corset this morning! Pretending as if he couldn't breathe! Honestly! He's such a baby! If he doesn't behave himself? I might give him a pacifier and diapers – then put him over my knees and give him something to really cry about! (Shakes her head) Sometimes I feel like giving him SUCH a spanking!
(Giggles) Stop laughing you two! Ah well, I can't lie too much. It's such FUN embarrassing the pantywaist that he is! Did I tell you that I have him in panties and bra now? Seemed to go with his corset much better! (Giggles again) You should see him prancing around before he puts his nightgown on at night! But let's get the cards out and do some playing. He'll start getting a big head if I talk about him too much!
* * *
Well? Here we are again. Didn't you girls wonder why Mia wasn't taking your coats and handbags at the door? Well I wanted to give you all a surprise at the same time. Mia darling? You can come OUT now!
Yes! Isn't she just the prettiest thing in her black satin maid uniform and white apron? Pirouette for the ladies Mia! Notice the white ruffled slip – oh – and that flounced cap! Isn't she just darling? Oh yes, I call her a 'she' now, though I get mixed up now and then. It's SO hard to think that she was ever a man for goodness sake! Just a few weeks – and look what has happened!
I hope that you noticed the red of her lips and how dark and sultry they are? She cried a little bit when I had a lady come and tattoo them in permanently but I think she she's now maybe happier that she's not wasting a lot if time in making herself pretty with makeup – the sweet dear has SO many things to do around the house! And of course, her ears have been pieced – but she's getting braver by the day – just whimpered a little bit! For some reason, she started to cry when I had her go into her office – okay, okay – she DID have her makeup on at the time – but I let her pick fairly masculine clothes at the time. For some reason now, her ex secretary does all the work. Reports to ME now. She seems to find all sorts of excuses to come over here. Makes SUCH a fuss over Mia, doesn't she dear?
But you know? I think I'm going off in a different direction now – it may even have been a point that one of you girls brought up. Until now? I've been introducing Mia to things that are pleasurable! I mean the satin and lace undies – the sweet perfumes- the cosmetics and the feel of nice fabric against an ever-so-smooth skin. Things that can make a girl feel beautiful!
But that doesn't seem fair to my darling Mia! It was okay to put her in tight corsets for you ladies coming – but some of us girls need control like that all the time! Now he has that pleasure! Then, I got to thinking – I put his hair up in a few rollers at night. Now a FULL head of tight plastic rollers to help him sleep! And (she pretends to blush) what girl is complete without her time of month – huh? So I've introduced my sweet little maid to the joys of Tampax. I don't think he finds that too comfortable – but that is what I'm trying to prove, huh?
Oh – I nearly forgot! I'm human you know and DO listen to her complaints. I could see her pluck up her courage one time. Told me how she was working seven days a week now and never had any time off to relax! I know that I can be a mite demanding – he – sorry she – is learning to be SO good with hair. I don't think that he enjoys helping me get dressed for dates now – but I enjoy my sex and – excuse me Evelyn - I'm not into the lesbian scene and he's more like a woman than anything else now that I have him on those gels and testosterone blockers – but I was losing track. The dear was complaining about not having any fun! So I gave him this lovely surprise one evening! Got him SO pretty in the retro- party dress from that Internet place – all soft and fluttery. THEN didn't tell him that I'd invited some of his best pals and their girl friends over for a game of cards!
He was SO embarrassed! For some reason didn't want to play with his friends – even seemed a little put out when I played cards with them in his stead – and sent him to join in with the girls who didn't want to play! Though I'll admit that even there he looked strange – them being in casual clothes and him in his formal party dress. But once I got him serving drinks and munchies he seemed to settle back into his true self. Got SO red and blushed so prettily when his old friends – boys and girls – teased him a little. The hysterical thing? It was the GIRLS that patted him on the ass! He was sure they were teasing him – but that was nonsense, they were just having a little fun!
But right now I think I've been having another idea. Don't have all the details yet, but I think we'd better get the cards out. Your deal I think Shannon – but now that I think of it before we start playing? If any of you girls have a function – want a maid for the day or night? Mia would be available. Let her out of the house for a nice change?
Shannon? Those cards are AWFUL! Call yourself a dealer?
* * *
Well – I must say that something's going on with my dear Mia, but I want to keep it a secret for a little while. But something I've found to be a real hoot? I always figured out that men were naturally stronger than us women – not YOU Evelyn! But mostly. Well, I never figured Joe – Mia – to be terribly strong with him being so slim and scrawny – but remember I told you last time that I had him on gel and testosterone blocker? Well, it’s a real giggle – he's got tiny little breasts now – but the real point? Mia? Show those ladies your lovely soft white arms! Come ON now! Make them all jealous!
Yes – aren't they lovely? But I found this out by accident. Shannon? You're the smallest, weakest, of all us girls. I'd like you to compete with Mia in Indian Wrestling!
No Shannon – you don't have to – but know that scarf of mine you like? It'll be yours if you win. I know that you've never beat anyone before at that – and no, I'm NOT ordering Mia to lose. Matter of fact – if SHE wins? She can have the full day off tomorrow! Promise!
There Shannon! Doesn't that make you feel strong? Don't forget to have me give you that scarf before you leave. Mia? You don't need to cry! How do you think that makes ME feel? My husband in a satin dress, crying like a girl! Honestly! (giggle) letting a little thing like Shannon beat you so easily in a strength contest? Ought to be ashamed of yourself!
Evelyn! Stop it! Mia doesn't need protecting! She isn't one of your girls you know! Well, I can see that you're just putting an arm around her – but I wasn't THAT cruel! Get the cards out. Your deal I think!
* * *
Yes. Been a while since we last met here. Isn't Mia pale? Probably the pills she's taking in the morning – can't explain it (giggle) but she gets sick every day now. I can't see why she keeps on complaining about taking those pills! A little morning sickness never hurt anyone and – she absolutely HATED that Tampax and now she doesn't have to use it any more. You would think she'd be more grateful!
I'll admit to having a problem with her complexion. Didn't know whether to have her glow – all radiant and lovely – or pale and wan. But it dawned on me that it was the misery of womanhood that I was trying to get across, so the paleness won out. I'll be nice to her later – make her positively GLOW with promise! Make it a point to make her lovely – that's only fair after all.
I think that plumpness is SO natural. Naturally, I didn't want to put her through nine months of pregnancy – NINE months! I was tempted, but figured that I'd get bored so I've cut it back a lot. Right now, she's just starting to show the baby padding I have her wear. Dresses getting too tight – that sort of thing. But if she's nice I won't let her go through too much of that thing – get her into nice, comfortable, maternity smocks. Maybe even cut back in her work? But I don't know – she's becoming SO valuable around the house – a regular treasure!
And Dolores? You had Mia as your maid for that night a few weeks ago? I meant to ask if that husband of yours knew that one of his pretty maids used to be a guy? Oh – I sorta wished you had told him! Just think of all the fun you could have had? You mean that he didn't TELL you that he was patting Mia's ass? Telling her how pretty she was? Just think of the LOOK on his face if you'd told him he'd been trying to make out with a man? Priceless!
But cards anyone?
* * *
Hello girls! I see that Mia answered the door and let you in. As you can probably guess, she's got too heavy to do much work – so plump and feminine - I thought I'd give her a seat and sit in with the rest of us girls – watch us playing cards – that sort of thing.
No. She doesn't cry much anymore. I do hear her cry at night if she has to go onto another bedroom while I entertain a male guest – but I think she's starting to see my dilemma – I'm just not INTO girls! She's now in the last few weeks of pregnancy and I told her that if she behaved nicely, I'd get her back to being a normal sized girl again. She thinks that's lovely. Don't you Mia?
Isn't that the shyest, loveliest, smile you've ever seen? You know, I know, SHE knows she isn't really going to have a baby – but try and tell HER that! Poor little dear! I'll just bet that she never miscalls a woman again. Isn't THAT right Mia dear? Of COURSE you won't!
The poor dear! I used this false baby padding that fits at her front and rear. It's a kind of plastic I think but I developed a way to add some weight? Didn't want my darling getting TOO comfortable. Now? It won't be long – will it Mia? I just LOVE the way she waddles around! So cute!
What am I going to do with her once she's back to being a proper girl again? I don't really know, Shannon – to tell you the truth! But until I have time to think? Your turn to deal Dolores!"
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Well hello Mia! How lovely you look! Feeling better now that you have got rid of your pregnancy outfit? I just BET that you do?
Now don't be bashful! Your wife felt that it wasn't fair for her to be around you all of the time. Felt that you needed someone different! Thought that I might be able to comfort you.
Yes. I know that the other girls call me Evelyn the lesbian! Well? Maybe that's true! But does that mean that I can’t make you feel nice? Give you a nice warm cuddle now and then?
I should think NOT! I've always had a soft spot for you – and I don't care who knows it! Since you've got rid of that false pregnancy padding? I think that your figure is lovely! Not only that? Would you mind if I gave you a kiss?
Of course there's something sexual in it! Expect me to tell a lie? I've wondered and wondered about you for a LONG time now. Bet if you want, you can give me a kiss that I'll never forget! Oh, you pout so prettily! Look so sultry and sexy!
Mmmm! Wasn't wrong – was I? Now it was purely accidental of course – but I happened to feel that you really don't have an awful lot downstairs at the front? (Laughs gently) Absolutely gorgeous at the back! These drugs! Almost like a woman under your skirts? Think it was the drugs – or the gel? But you feel so lovely and smooth. May I have another kiss?
Oh? Why I am here instead of your wife? She does apologize – but has a date that will keep her out very late tonight. Knew that I was lonely – yes – I recently lost a girl friend – and she also felt guilty about leaving you by yourself. Felt that we might be able to comfort each other? Asked me to come over and see if you liked me?
Oh you do? I'm so flattered!
No! You silly little thing! Come to Evelyn!
Yes. Yes. Yes. Of course it feels all strange to you – but just turn your sweet backside to me a little more? Just think! It may feel a little liquid and squishy to you just now, but it feels so nice and natural to ME. In a little while? I hope to be introducing you to more of the joys of being a girl.
Right now? Doggy style? I don't know what you mean! Oh – that?
Say 'woof' for me darling – would you? Nice and soft?